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  1. Gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 50th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up even more than usual, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. It felt like the mother-son-date that the gift was supposed to be. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth, although parking space was already rare and the venue very crowded. My mum and I then separated from my friends at the concert venue. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. My mum then said that she has to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, there were far to little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation, but she decided that she could hold it, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage. He then played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, my mum was obviously reminded by her bladder because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. When we slowly made our way to the exit, she crossed her legs every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got closer to the toilet area, she said "Sorry, but I would really like to go the bathroom now...". I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier. "Please, I would really like to go..." , my mum said, so we waited. However, after about 10 minutes and some leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and reaching the toilets would have taken at least another 20-30 minutes. I therefore convinced my mum to head to the car park as there might be another option to go. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, but there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked a little unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car, we all jumped in and drove off. Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park. My mum obviously really had to go to the bathroom. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her, so I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, but she would tell us if necessary. Once on the highway, I could see that my mum discreetely opened the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate. When we left the highway and only had about 10 minutes until we were home my mum whispered in my ear and begged me to leave the car a little earlier and walk the rest of the way. I then told Tim the driver that he could drop us off at a crossing about 5min from our place. We caught several red lights and suddenly when we stopped at one of them, my mum seemed to shiver and both of her hands shot to her crotch. I decided that this was getting embarrassing and we should really get off the car. My mum seemed to have the same intentions and loosened her seatbelt with one hand and was about to get out of the car just when the light turned green and Tim started driving again. My mum didn't say anything, but she now had a terrified expression on her face. A few seconds later, maybe about a mile from home, I felt something wet on my left leg... The next moment my mum was shivering again and although she had one hand in her crotch I could see that there was pee flowing from her jeans onto the seat. I could not believe my eyes and just said something like: "Mum, what the fuck...!?". Now all others in the car also realized that there must be an issue and the first to catch on was Tim's girlfriend when she looked to us in the back. She first thought that my mum had spilled something, but my mum was beet red in the face and still spurting in her jeans somehow as I could still feel the seat getting wetter and wetter. Before we finally reached our destination I said: "I don't know what happened, but I think my mum just peed her pants..." I was still shocked and could not believe what I had just said. Everybody else first thought it was a joke, but once they looked at my mum, they realized I wasn't joking and now everybody else was shocked, too and they didn't know what to say. Before we got off, my mum said "I'm so sorry" and "I'll pay for this, of course" while almost crying. When we got off, I saw that her seat was totally wet and she had peed so much that it even got on my side and my jeans as well. My friends drove off and I stood there with my mum in the middle of our suburb, her tight jeans on the butt and upper part fully covered in urine and we now had to walk home like this. My mum seemed so embarrassed and did not say one word. I honestly have never seen something like this and have no idea how this could happen to a grown adult like her. Most embarrassing that all my friends also know about it now. Reminded me of another time about 15 years ago when my mum must have sharted on her way home from work and had accidently left her grey thong with a major poop stain in the sink to rinse while my friend from school and I walked into the bathroom to wash our hands.
  2. This is a true experience that took place a couple of years ago, when I had just started my very first job after graduating university. I was assigned to a major project being run in the company’s UK head office, which was around a 2 hour drive from where I lived, but could take longer depending on traffic. On my first day on the project I woke up early at 5am, used the bathroom and had a shower, wanting to set off early to avoid being caught in the morning rush hour traffic. Wanting to impress my new work colleagues I decided to dress professionally, in a light blue fitted shirt (sleeves rolled up because it was a warm day), slim fit grey suit trousers, black CK boxers, black socks and a pair of smart black shoes. I was quite tired after getting up so early, so I drank two very large mugs of tea to help wake me up. I had a little bit of preparation work to do before leaving and was quite thirsty, so as well as the tea I ended up drinking a couple of large pint glasses of water as I worked (around 1 litre in total). I left my house a short time after 7am, a bit later than I planned to, and not long after setting off I wished I'd had one last pee before leaving because I could feel my bladder starting to fill up after all the tea and water I’d drank earlier. After around half an hour in the car I was making steady progress, but now had to fidget around a bit in my seat as I was really starting to need a piss quite urgently, my bladder rapidly becoming fuller, firmer and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. After another half an hour I started to hit really bad morning rush hour traffic as I reached the outskirts of the town where the head office was located, and by this point I was absolutely dying to go for a piss, desperately hoping I would find somewhere convenient to stop so I could run to the gents and relieve myself. I squirmed in my seat and tapped my thigh as the traffic crawled along, occasionally reaching down to squeeze myself through my trousers as I looked around desperately for somewhere suitable to stop. After a few minutes crawling along in slow moving traffic I saw a petrol station up ahead and decided to pull in and take an urgently-needed toilet break. I parked up and hurried inside, quickly looked around but couldn’t find the toilets anywhere. I asked the woman on the till, who told me apologetically that they didn’t have any toilets for customers. I tried to hide my disappointment as I bobbed on the spot and stepped from foot to foot, asking her if she would possibly let me use the staff toilet really quickly. Although she was very sympathetic (I think she could tell that I was bursting to go), she explained that she wasn’t allowed to let customers through to the staff room where the staff toilet was located. I said that was fair enough and thanked her anyway, and she gave me a sympathetic look and said "I’m really sorry, hope you find somewhere". I returned to my car and gave myself another squeeze through my trousers, leaning forward and moaning under my breath, then set off again towards the office. After another half an hour or so spent sitting in agonisingly slow stop-start traffic, squirming and bending forwards in my seat, jiggling my thighs, fanning them in and out and squeezing my cock tightly with one hand as I worked the pedals, I was now really close to the office. I still hadn’t found anywhere to stop and use the gents, and by this point I was so incredibly desperate to urinate that I was in real danger of completely soaking my trousers and car seat if I didn’t find somewhere to relieve myself very, very soon. The problem was that my sat nav had directed me to a quiet residential street and told me that I had reached my destination, but I could see no sign of the back entrance to the office car park that I was looking for. I pulled over and looked at my phone to try and find the correct route, bouncing my legs frantically and holding myself with my other hand. “Oh God I need a piss” I muttered to myself as I checked my phone, which also seemed to indicate that I was very close to the entrance. I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, and just for a second I was seriously considering relieving myself quickly against one of my wheels, or into a clump of nearby bushes, just for a few seconds to release a tiny amount of the relentless pressure on my bladder, but there were far too many houses around and I was worried about being seen. As discreetly as I could, I undid the clasp of my trousers and pulled down the zip slightly, trying to give my very full bladder a bit more room. I walked up the road, trying not to jolt my bladder around too much, hoping to find the entrance to the car park (or somewhere discreet enough for a very quick pee), but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I went back to my car, standing facing the door as I looked for a different address for the office on my phone, crossing my legs and reaching down to give my cock a nice, hard squeeze for a few seconds through my trousers. "Ohh I really need to go" I sighed to myself. I was really, really tempted to pull down my zipper just a little bit more and relieve myself discretely for a moment against one of the tyres on my car, just a quick spurt of pee, but I noticed somebody walking in my direction from further up the road, and I was sure that she would see me. I had found the address for the main entrance to the office so I got back into the car and put this into my sat nav, which told me that the office was located at the far end of a nearby business park. I sighed in frustration, squeezed myself again and set off quickly, hoping to get there before I soaked my car seat (and my suit trousers) with a waterfall of piss. It was now just after 9am and the traffic at this time was really bad, so it was another 15 or 20 minutes before I eventually battled through queues of cars to find the entrance to the business park and drive as quickly as possible to find the office. Eventually I saw the office building up ahead and found the main car park entrance, and I joined the queue of around 4 cars waiting to get through the security barrier. As I pulled up to the back of the queue and concentrated on remembering my employee ID number, I felt a few drops of pee dribble out into my boxers. I swore and immediately reached down to hold myself, loosening my seatbelt which was tight across my rock solid bladder. "Oh come on, come on, come on I need a PISS"’ I moaned out loud, leaning forwards in my seat and unzipping my trousers further before squeezing myself hard, tapping my thigh in frustration with my other hand. My boxers felt damp against my penis and I knew that I didn’t have much longer before I lost control. It took another couple of precious minutes to get through the barrier and find a parking space. With every short delay, I was getting closer and closer to losing control of my bladder and soaking myself. I had to tense my thighs and grit my teeth as my car went over the speed bumps in the car park, making me moan out loud as my full-to-the-brim bladder was jolted and shaken around. By the time I had finally parked up I had lost another few dribbles of pee into my already damp boxers. "Fuck I’m gonna piss myself" I moaned under my breath, holding and squeezing with one hand as I shut the engine off. Relief was so close now, I just had to hang on for a few more frantic minutes until I’d made it across the car park, signed in at the reception desk and then found the nearest toilet. I stepped out of the car and jiggled on the spot as I zipped up my trousers and re-fastened the clasp, sucking in air through my teeth as my bulging bladder was pressed snugly and firmly against the waistband. I was so, so incredibly desperate to piss, absolutely frantic to relieve myself. The urge to relax my muscles and piss into my trousers right there next to my car was almost unbearable. Again, I was seriously considering trying to pee discretely next to my car, just for a couple of seconds to relieve some of the agonising pressure, but as soon as I started to loosen my zip a woman pulled into a parking space very close by. I blushed, turning towards my car and opening the passenger door to grab my laptop bag, quickly zipping my trousers back up. She smiled at me and we exchanged a friendly "Good morning!" as she walked past, her high heels clicking on the ground. It was no good, there were too many people around and far too risky to try and piss where I was, I had no choice but to clamp my muscles tightly and last for just a few more minutes. I walked into the office as quickly as possible without jiggling my bladder too much, desperately trying not to wet myself. As I walked, I felt a leak of piss dribble into my boxers then slowly trickle down one of my thighs. I reached down and squeezed myself again before quickly letting go. "Come on, come on, not long now, just hold on" I thought to myself, willing my bladder to contain the ocean of piss inside until I found a toilet. I glanced down, but despite all the leaks I didn’t notice a wet spot on my grey suit trousers. Entering through the doors, I looked around the huge reception area, impressed at the size and architecture of the building but also disappointed that I couldn’t see a toilet. I hoped I’d be able to find one further inside after I’d signed in. There were two receptionists sitting at the large round wooden desk, one of them was talking to the woman who I’d just seen in the car park, and the other receptionist was free. Lucky really, there was absolutely no way that I could possibly stand still and wait in a queue at reception even for a couple of minutes without losing the battle with my bladder. I walked over to the receptionist, a very friendly and attractive blonde lady in her 30s, and told her my name, explaining where I was normally based and why I was visiting the office, trying to keep my voice steady and not dance around on the spot too much. I showed her my work ID card and she handed me a form to collect some details. I jiggled up and down a bit as I wrote down my information, stepping from foot to foot and occasionally crossing my legs while bobbing on the spot, squeezing my thighs together. I absolutely could not stand still anymore and the only thing on my mind was reaching a toilet before I wet myself. It was probably really obvious to anyone looking at me that I was bursting for a pee but I was almost past caring at that point. I just really, really, really needed to find the gents before I had a very embarrassing accident and made a puddle in the reception area. As I finished writing my car registration number down on the form I lost control again just for a moment, a longer spurt this time, with more dribbles of warm piss escaping my bladder and trickling gradually down my leg towards my sock. I sighed quietly under my breath and placed the completed form and pen down on the reception desk, bending forwards slightly and pressing my clenched fist against my crotch just for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot again. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to wet myself in the lobby of head office, right there in front of the receptionist. I glanced at my watch. It was now almost 9:30am. I crossed my legs again and bent forwards slightly, placing my hand in my pocket to hold my leaking cock. I thought back to when I had last pissed, at 5am that morning, which was really only a few hours ago but felt like absolutely ages. My boxers felt soaking wet with pee and I was sure that a small wet spot must have appeared on my trousers, but I didn’t dare look. The receptionist glanced up and took the finished form, thanked me and asked me to hold on a moment while she activated my visitor’s pass, which would allow me to get into the main office area. She asked me if I’d had a long drive, and I nodded. “Yeah, just under two and a half hours, traffic was a nightmare” I said breathlessly as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, still holding myself through my pocket, trying (and failing) not to let on that I was about to piss myself in front of her. She laughed and told me “Oh it's always bad on that route, there’s not really anywhere to stop for a loo break either” she said, giving me a knowing smile. I blushed, wondering if she’d noticed how badly I needed to pee. I had to wait for a few more vital seconds as she finished activating my pass on her computer, expecting to lose control at any moment, squeezing my soaking wet cock as hard as I could through my pocket. My muscles felt weak, fatigued by holding a painfully full bladder for so long, and I actually couldn’t believe I was still holding on. I had never been so close to wetting myself in public before, but was determined to hold out until I’d finally reached a toilet. Relief was so, so close now. "All done, here’s your pass, do you want me to call someone to collect you?" she asked, smiling at me as she held out the visitor’s pass. "No that’s OK thanks, I’ll find the way" I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was for my new colleagues to see me in this state, desperate to piss and with soon to be soaking wet trousers. She smiled at me and said "OK!", and I thanked her and began to turn around and head for the doors to the main office before turning back quickly, my cheeks already blushing at what I was about to ask. "Actually, sorry, erm, where abouts are the toilets?" I asked shyly, keeping my voice quiet, jiggling on the spot. She smiled at me again and replied "Use your pass to go through the revolving doors over there on the left hand side, go through another set of doors which again you’ll need to use your pass to get through, then go through the door immediately to your left after that second set of doors and you’ll see a long corridor, then you’ll find the toilets at the very far end on the left hand side. There’s also more upstairs on the upper floors" she said quickly, clearly well rehearsed in instructing visitors where to find the toilets. Then, noticing my slight hesitation (I’d already forgotten half the steps, far too desperate to concentrate) she asked "Would you like me to show you the way?" "Yeah, please, thank you so much" I said gratefully, yet again having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, bending forwards slightly. She turned to the other receptionist, who was in the middle of signing in the woman I’d said Good Morning to."Back in a sec, I’m just leaving the desk for a moment so I can show this young man where the toilets are" she said, and the other receptionist laughed and said OK, glancing at me and smiling, as did the woman she was signing in. My cheeks went even redder as by now it was probably fairly obvious to everybody in the reception area that I was absolutely bursting for the toilet, but I just couldn't hide it. If I tried to stand still or stop fidgeting around I'd almost certainly piss myself, which would obviously be far more embarrassing. The receptionist left the desk and we walked quickly towards the doors, her heels tapping sharply on the wooden floors. I think she sensed my urgency and didn’t want to delay me any further. She showed me how to swipe my pass to get through the revolving security doors, and then took me through the second set of doors."‘Just down here, walk all the way to the end and you'll see the door to the gents on your left hand side" she said politely as she opened yet another door, leading to a long, quiet corridor. I thanked her breathlessly as I stepped through the door, another dribble of wee escaping into my boxers, barely holding onto my bladder now that relief was only moments away. "You’re welcome" she said warmly, smiling at me again before turning to head back to reception. I rushed down the long corridor towards the toilets, walking so quickly that I was almost jogging, reaching down to hold myself again as I felt another long spurt of piss teasing its way down my leg, shortly followed by another. "Fuck I’m pissing, I can’t hold it, it’s coming out" I moaned softly, and as I closed in on the door to the gents I started to unbuckle my belt and open the clasp of my waistband in fierce anticipation. I slammed the door open, another long leak trickling into my very wet boxers, and was pleased to see that nobody else was in there. There was a single toilet cubicle directly in front of me, a sink to my left and a single urinal on the wall at the back. Not breaking stride, I strode into the cubicle, my belt already unbuckled and the waistband of my trousers opened, and turned around to slam the door closed behind me. I bounced frantically as I fiddled with the lock, feeling yet another jet of piss burst out into my boxers and dribble warmly down my thighs, before whipping round and struggling to unzip my trousers. In my haste, the zip had got caught in the material, so I had to slowly ease it free before unzipping them the rest of the way. As I fiddled around desperately with the zip, standing there bouncing in desperation right in front of the toilet, I swore under my breath as I felt my muscles finally give up the fight against the ocean inside me. I started peeing forcefully into my boxers, unable to hold back for a moment longer, and a couple of seconds later I finally managed to unzip myself and hurriedly pull out my cock which was still peeing freely, accidentally spraying piss all around the toilet before pointing my stream down into the water. The sound of my wee splashing forcefully against the water immediately filled the small bathroom, and my bladder was so painfully full that it took a good few seconds of very forceful pissing before I eventually started to feel like I was emptying it. I moaned out loud as I noisily relieved my bursting, bulging, throbbing bladder, my strong stream going on and on with no signs of slowing down, and the feeling of releasing the pressure was just so good. I had been absolutely aching and longing to piss for hours and I couldn’t quite believe that I had made it without completely wetting myself. I hadn’t made it completely dry though, as even as the piss continued to stream out of me with force into the water below, I could feel how soaked my boxers were against my skin and how damp the legs of my trousers had become. I could actually feel trickles of warm pee still moving down my legs and slowly soaking into my socks. I’m sure I was pissing hard for over a minute before I felt my stream eventually lose some pressure, continuing for another minute or so into a slow trickle. I pushed out a few more final spurts and sighed loudly as I finally finished my massive pee. Relief! The feeling was almost too good to put into words. I looked down to check my boxers and trousers. The entire front of my boxers was completely drenched, absolutely sopping wet with piss. Thankfully though, my trousers weren’t too bad. There was a small damp patch just visible on the crotch, a only a couple of noticeable darker streaks on my inner thighs. Thankfully my boxers had done a very good job of absorbing most of the leaks and spurts, and I was glad that I had chosen to wear darker grey suit trousers rather than a lighter shade. I used toilet paper to dab my boxers and trousers dry as best I could, then a few more minutes using the powerful hand dryer by the sink, standing on my tiptoes so that the hot air reached my crotch (listening carefully for any footsteps coming down the corridor). Luckily nobody else came in, and despite my boxers still feeling damp and a very faint darker patch just about visible on the crotch of my trousers, I managed to get myself pretty much dry. Just before I left the bathroom I noticed that I actually really needed to piss again, so I relieved myself into the urinal. I was peeing for a surprisingly long time and I wondered if my bladder had been so full earlier that I hadn’t been able to empty it completely. Eventually, I washed and dried my hands and left the bathroom, my bladder still aching slightly from holding so much, but happy and relieved that I had just about managed to avoid a very public wetting accident at work.
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  5. Author's note: Hello! Long-time lurker, first-time writer. I've been meaning to write a story for quite a while and I hope this isn't too bad. It only took me like... 6 months of drafts and re-writes to get a day where I deleted everything and started from scratch and finished the whole thing from start to finish. If it really is bad, tell me how to improve. Just don't yell plz ;-; For height refference: The top of Ashley's head reaches the same height as Isaac's shoulders. On with the story now! Isaac drove his car into the city with Ashley in the passenger's seat beside him. It was summer, and they'd decided to go on a road trip to the coast. They'd made a reservation in a sea-side hotel a few weeks prior. The plan was to relax on the beach, enjoy life, the atmosphere and each other. Their car was going slightly faster than the rest of the road. This reason for this was simple. Ashely had to pee. Pretty badly. This morning she and Isaac each had a cup of coffee before setting off an hour later. The sun quickly went from warm to hot, causing their car to heat up and make them both drink the water they'd taken for the road. Isaac emptied one bottle, while Ashley emptied two. After about an hour of driving, Isaac stopped at a gas station to fill the car up for the road ahead. While he did that, Ashley bought herself an ice-cold soda can to drink something with more flavour. Once they were back on the road, Isaac had a few sips, but Ashely chugged the rest. Inevitably, they both needed to stop. Another gas station would have been nice, but they spotted a simple rest stop with a few toilets, though it looked really old and run down. While Isaac found his relief, Ashley did not. Isaac had no trouble in using the dirty toilet. After all, he could stand. Ashley however, now found herself in an unexpected predicament with a filthy toilet and a rapidly filling bladder. A simple wipe wouldn't clean the toilet. Hell, there wasn't even any toilet paper to wipe it with. There was no way she could sit on that without catching several diseases. Isaac suggested she go in a bush. Had Ashley picked to wear a skirt that morning, she'd have no trouble doing just that, but that wasn't the case. She picked tight, blue jeans. They showed off her ample rear, yes, but squating down to pee with them would be rather difficult for her. They'd been driving for three hours and at that point they still had at least another hour to go. Despite Ashley's bladder protesting, she assured Isaac she could hold it. They got back in their car. As soon as Ashley sat down, she felt the waistband of her jeans press on her bladder. "This is gonna be a close call." she thought to herself as Isaac got them back on the road. Arriving at the city a little over an hour later, her thoughts were confirmed. She was now squirming in her seat and rubbing her thighs together. "You good babe?" Isaac asked, concerned. "Yeah, just need to pee. A lot." She responded, crossing her legs at the same time. "You wanna stop at a gas station or you think you can make it to the hotel?" "I'd certainly appreciate a stop." "Gotcha." After a few minutes they spotted a gas station. Isaac smoothly parked in a free space next to it. "And we're here." Isaac said "Take your time." "Thanks babe!" Ashley said as she quickly kissed him on the cheek and left the car. With gravity now weighing down on Ashley's bladder, she pressed her thighs together, leting out a gasp of surprise. She needed to go more than she thought. Once she got used to the new pressure between her legs, she speed-walked to the entrance. Isaac admired her curvy figure from his car. Her ass and thighs looked astounding in those tight jeans. Her black band T-shirt (which actually belonged to him) beautifully wrapped around her sizeable breasts. Her dark wavy hair swaying from side to side. Getting blown by the wind from the nearby sea as she walked. "God, she's perfect." Isaac thought to himself. Ashley entered the gas station's store, desperately searching for a bathroom she could use. Aha! There it was! She saw the sign for one over some food shelves. She quickly dashed to it, her bladder muscles loosening, prepearing to release her day's accumulation of pee. As soon as the door came into view, she suddenly stopped. The door had a yellow clean-up sign in front of it. Fuck. Her muscles, anticipating relief, let out a small drop of pee into her pink panties. She gasped, bending over and thrusting a hand between her legs, looking down to her crotch. Once she looked up, she saw one of the gas station workers with a mop: a woman visibly older than Ashley. "Excuse me, could I use your bathroom?" she said, standing up straight and removing her hand, but still shifting her weight from foot to foot. At the same time a bad smell hit her nose. "Sorry. Someone had a pretty bih accident. The toilet and the floor is a mess. It'll take a while to clean up." "Oh." Was Ashely's simple response. Now knowing relief was nowhere to be found here, she grew worried again, bending one leg inward. "Do you know anywhere else where I could, um... go?" "Not really. There are some stores up ahead, but I don't know whether they have public restrooms." "Oh. Thanks." Was Ashley's dissapointed response. She hobbled out and back to the car. Her full bladder pounding inside her with every step she took on the asphalt. "What happened?" Isaac asked, concerned for her. "They're cleaning it. Fuck! I need to piss so badly!" She crossed her legs, thrusting a hand between them and desperately gripping her pussy. "Shit. Okay, the hotel is about 20 minutes away. You think you can hold it?" Isaac said, starting the car. "Maybe. I don't know. Lets just go. I'll try." Was her frantic response. "Got it." They were back on the road. Ashley now brought her other hand to her crotch and uncrossed her legs to jiggle them around frantically. "Hold on Ash. We're almost there." Isaac tried to reassure her. "I'm good." Came Ashely's not so convincing response. "10 more minutes." "Mhm" Isaac made a quick turn, but came to a grinding halt, making Ashley lurch forward in her seat. The seatbelt dug hard into her filled up bladder. A loud hiss filled the car as a huge leak shot into her panties. She could feel her crotch getting warm and wet. "OHHH FUCK!" She yelled, gripping her pussy stronger than before and double-crossing her legs. "Shit! Are you okay?" Isaac asked, now giving his full attention to her. "Fuuuuck. I pissed in my panties. What happened?" She lifted her gaze and as she did, her heart sank. The car in front of them wasn't moving at all. Isaac checked his phone, only to find out there had been a car colission up ahead. Fortunately, there were officers slowly regulating the traffic flow. If they didn't hurry up, Ashley would make another flow between her legs. "Hey," Isaac said "maybe there's a bathroom in one of those cafés or stores. Wanna take a look? Can you stand?" Ashley's bladder was bursting. She lifted her hands to asess her situation. Her eyes widened because her bladder was bulging out and the crotch of her jeans had a small wet spot. On the blue of her jeans, the wet spot was impossible to not notice. And that was because her panties were already soaked, no longer able to absorb more pee and clinging to her quivering pussy. She looked outside. They were in a commercial area with boutiques, cafés and other stores around. Surely they had a bathroom for a desperate girl to use. That being said, it was a busy area. She wasn't sure whether she wanted other people seeing her on the border of wetting her pants. "I'll call you if traffic starts to move." Isaac said. "Okay I'll take a look." She opened the car door and carefully stepped out. Again, gravity pushed down on her bladder, forcing more drops of pee out of her. Immediatelly she crossed her legs so tight they hurt. Once she had it under relative control, she stagerred to the nearest café, without a doubt providing an interesting show to all the people on the road and the sidewalk. She entered it. She quickly gave herself a quick squeeze before starting to look around for a place to finally pee. Nothing at first glance. She was just about to go search further, but she was stopped by a rather bulky waiter. "Excuse me ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" He asked politely, but sternly. The burning sensation between her legs was growing harder and harder to control. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop rubbing her legs together. If she stopped for even a second, what felt like a litre would pour out onto the entrance carpet of the café. "Well..um, no. No I don't, but, um, can I just use your bathroom real quick." "My apologies ma'am. Customers only." Was his cold response. "Wh-what?" "Sorry. I don't make the rules. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now. There are other places around that probably have a bathroom for you to use. Good day." She didn't even have time to respond. The waiter gently ushered her out back into the street. "Does this fucking city not have a single bathroom for me to use?!" She thought to herself, grabbing herself again, feeling more pee leak out of her. She looked down. The wet patch could still be covered by her hands, but it wouldn't stay this way if she keeps leaking at a rate like this. Her phone went off, startling her and making more pee leak out of her. She checked. It was Isaac. She bent over and answered it. "Yeah?" She half-moaned. "Find anything?" "No. The universe probably doesn't want me to ever pee again!" "Crissakes! Okay, the hotel is 10 minutes away, but I'll make it 5. Hurry back." "Yeah okay." She hung up and put her phone back in her pocket and hobbled back to the car. The way back was longer, due to traffic having moved signifficantly forward. All the time she kept rubbing her hands on her thighs, worried that grabbing herself would attract too much attention. Of course, the obvious wet patch on her crotch and lower on her thighs attracted attention nonetheless. Finally she found their car, she awkwardly staggered to it, almost crossing her legs with each step. She saw one of the police officers regulating traffic next to the collision site. 5 more minutes and she could pee! "No luck?" Isaac asked Ashley as she carefully sat back in the car. This time not putting on her seatbelt. "I went at that café, but they wouldn't let me go cause I didn't have a fucking reservation there." She desperately responded between moans. "Fucking seriously?" Came Isaac's shocked response. "Well don't worry Ash, we're almost there. You can already see the hotel." He pointed to a tall white building in the distance. "Okay." Ashley said, determined to hold it till they arrive. She unbuttoned her jeans, making her let out a short sigh of relief. Not the immense relief of leting out an entire reservoir's worth of pee, but relief that she'll make it. Probably. Her hands were burried in her crotch again. Gripping her pussy like her life depended on it. Isaac floored it. Ignoring all speed limits. Traffic cams could suck it today. The additional movement was good and terrible for Ashley. It meant that they'll arrive sooner, but it also made every bump and turn immensely worse on her. She twisted and turned in the seat, crossing and recrossing her legs constantly. The pressure was so hard on her, tears started to form in her eyes. "We're here!" Isaac announced as the car gradually slowed down and drove into the hotel's parking lot. Ashley opened her eyes in delight. Finally. They were here. Isaac parked the car, got out and ran to Ahley's door, opening it and helping Ashley get out. Pee yet again leaked out of her. She brought a leg up and bent it inwards, bobbing up and down. The wet patch was now so big her hands couldn't hide it. "I'll get the bags later. Lets go!" Isaac said, leading Ashley inside. They entered the lobby. They looked for a bathroom there. Hotel lobbies always have bathrooms. Ashley saw it, but the universe was out to get her today. Because of that, the bathroom had a long line of tourists fresh off the bus waiting for it. All were engrosed in their phones or travel brochures, thankfully not noticing the bursting Ashley, desperately dancing in the middle of the lobby. "Oh come on." she quietly whimpered, her strength fading. She must've looked ridiculous. Her legs were rubbing against each other with her hands getting crushed between them. She was reaching the end of her tether. Isaac, quick to respond to the situation, ran to the reception desk. At last, some luck shone their way and the desk had no line. He quickly formed out what needed to be formed out and got their room card. He ran back to Ashley, who hadn't moved an inch from the spot where she came in and said "Lets go! You're so close!" Somewhere within, Ashley found the strength inside her to press on. Her over-flowing bladder, somehow still holding 6 hours of piss thrashed around the insides of the poor girl, yet she still pressed on. Slowly hobbling to the elevator with Isaac right by her side. They had to use an elevator because they chose their room on the fourth floor. If they had used the stairs, there was no doubt Ashley would have flooded the entire staircase. The elevator started moving, causing another spurt into her jeans and a hiss to echo throughout the elevator. Pee drops fell to the floor. A dark line had started to crawl down the inside of her thigh. What's worse was that despite the initial force of the spurt dissapearing, a steady trickle of drops was coming out of her, showing no signs of stopping. "Shit shit shit! Isaac it's coming out! Oh fuck!" was Ashley's frantic response as she shuffled on the spot, bobbing up and down, crossing and re-crossing her legs, basically pee-dancing, anything that could stop her from wetting herself. "Fuck. I don't think I'll make it." "Don't say that! You're so close!" Isaac reasured her. "I'll carry you!" He said. "Huh?" Ashley looked at him surprised, but before she could say anything, he picked her up like a bride. A bursting bride about to drown the entire hotel in hot piss. The new position wasn't entirely comfortbale, but she would have to endure it. So there she lay in Isaac's arms, on the verge of crying, keeping her legs crossed like a pretzel, squeezing her leaking pussy stronger than ever. The elevator door opened. Isaac wasted no time, quickly glancing at the direction signs and dashing onwards. All the time Ashley's small trickle kept going. Due to the angle she was being held at, the pee didn't run straight down, instead making Ashley's wet patch grow onto her butt. Thank whatever higher being there is for the floor being devoid of other people. "We're here!" Isaac exclaimed as he rounded a corner and saw the room with their number on it. He gently put Ashley down on the floor. She immediatelly broke in a furious pee dance, pee flowing out of her with increasing strength. A few drops landed on the carpet and left a dark spot where she stood. Frantically Isaac swiped the card. The door unlocked. He held it open for Ashley who now, with relief only a few steps away from her, broke into a desperate dash for the bathroom. She ran inside, scouring the layout of their room. She saw a closed door and ran to it. It undoubtedly had to be the bathroom. Her bladder sent more and more burning spasms throughout her, making her flow gain more and more strength with each step she took. Her pee was now dripping through her fingers. She opened the door, turned the lights on and there it was. The porcelain throne she had been dreaming of this whole time. She tried to run to it, but it was far too much for her. There was no stopping it anymore. Her bladder sent the strongest spasm yet, causing her to twitch and freeze. That was the finisher. The floodgates opened. Ashley exploded thrashing pee into her jeans and onto the obviously well-maintained bathroom floor. She tried to hold it back by reinforcing her grip and squeezing her legs shut, but it sprayed through as if she was trying to stop a blasting water hose with her thumb. This was it. She stopped fighting it back. Pee cascaded through her pink panties, down her legs and onto the tile floor. If there was anyone in the neighbouring rooms, they probably thought that a burst pipe was pouring water out into the entire room. Partially true, with the exception of Ashley being the one to burst and pouring her contents out with the force of a blasting faucet. "Haaa... haaaaaah. Haaaa fuck." came her relieved moans. It no longer matered that she was wetting her pants. She could finally let out all the pee she'd been carrying around in her swolen bladder this whole time. The bulge on her abdomen deflated as she peed and peed a waterfall into the sparkling clean hotel bathroom with the toilet right in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears of joy and relief. She was free of the pressure that had been torturing her for the last hour. As her pent up pee crashed down, her knees started to tremble and her legs feel weak. She was about to fall in the growing puddle on the floor, but Isaac quickly catched her. Gently supporting her fall and squating down on her level and hugging her from behind. Ashley, still going strong, layed down in his embrace. Breathing and gasping heavily with Isaac's arms holding her, as her roaring stream turned to a trickle and finally to silence, leaving the two in a massive puddle of pee. "Feel better?" Isaac asked gently stroking Ashley's head. "Yeah." came her quiet response. She sounded and looked like she'd run a marathon. Her face was red and covered in sweat. "Hey don't worry", Isaac calmly told her "Accidents happen all the time." "Yeah, but this is like the second time this month!" she said, burrying her face in her hands, blushing a deep red. "Aw come on Ash. This isn't your fault. We just couldn't find a bathroom in time. None of this is on you. Besides, it's only me. You know I don't mind your accidents." "I know" she said, taking his hand "but I'm an adult. I should be able to hold it." Isaac gripped her wet hand, turned her around, looked her in the eye and said "The last time you went to a bathroom was 6 hours ago! When we first stopped at that rest area, I thought I won't last another half hour. You somehow managed to last almost another two, despite drinking way more than me. You held it as long as you could. This stuff just... happens. Don't beat yourself up about it." Ashley finally smiled again and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "You're the best." she softly said. "You too." he responded, breaking away from her hug, only to go back in for a deep kiss. There they were. On their knees. Surrounded by an enormous puddle of pee only a few feet away from a toilet. Embracing each other and passionatelly making out. Ashley found that her privates were now relieved and highly sensitive. Her current position - immense relief and Isaac kissing her - made them feel tingly. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. "Hey Isaac." she broke away from the kiss. "Yeah?" he said, not knowing what to expect. She leaned to his ear and softly whispered "Will you help me clean myself up?" "Certainly." he whispered back with the same energy, reaching down to Ashley's zipper. The summer sun outside may have been hot, but it was nothing compared to what the two lovers did next on their room's bed. Maybe their trip wasn't off to as bad a start as Ashley initially thought.
  6. sammilove

    female After-work accident

    "It's been such a long week..." I said quietly to myself as I walked to my car. After 14 hours, nothing sounded better than getting home. Especially with the weekend off for the first time in months. I unlocked the car and quickly hopped in. I felt a slight twinge in abdomen. I needed to pee. But it definitely wasn't a worry of mine right now. I just wanted to get home.I slammed my car into gear a sped away. I had a very strong urge to stop for a drink to relieve my stress. So I did. About 5 minutes away from work is a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves amazing frozen cola slushes. I grabbed one and returned to my car. I hopped back in. I fet the urge to pee a little stronger this time but I wasn't concerned. It was nearly 9 PM and there shouldn't be anything slowing me down this evening. I kicked my flats off to the side and turned the radio on. I was just trying to relax and take my mind off the horrible week at work. I was jamming to some music and dancing along with the rhythm when it hit me. I was starting to have to pee. I was still about 20 minutes away from home and I really didn't want to stop. So I kept driving. 15 Minutes away... My urge to relieve myself was growing at alarming rate. But I was confident I could make it home no problem. I was still jamming out and singing along to my favorite artists, but now there was a pressure building right below my seat belt. I considered taking it off, but I didn't want to risk getting stopped. The cop would probably try to hit on me, or try to find a reason to give me a ticket, and I really didn't want that to happen. The urge kept building though. I nudged my legs together and wriggled a little bit to try to make the discomfort go away. It worked for the time being. I kept trying to think what was making me have to pee like this. I didn't remember drinking anything out the ordinary. I didn't drink anything of a large quantity quickly or anything like that. I was dumbfounded. 10 Minutes away... I passed the final gas station between my house and where I was. I knew I'd be fine. Or that's what I thought anyways. I was still trying to figure out what was making me have to pee this badly so quick. Then it hit me, I drank a energy drink about an hour before leaving! I had forgotten about that! The caffeine must be hitting me full force! I sighed. "Fuck." I knew with the caffeine I was playing a dangerous game. It always had a way of making me need to pee really badly out of nowhere, especially when I was hydrated. Which I was, thanks to my new diet. The urge wasn't going away no matter what I did to try to stem it. 7 Minutes away... A wave of adrenaline hit me. I had to pee NOW! I could feel the coke slush slamming my bladder now. My mind was racing. Should I turn around? Should I press on? Should I pull over at the park a few minutes away and use the bathroom there? "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I gotta pee I gotta pee...FUCK!" I exclaimed loudly to myself. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing anything hat would make this worse. A Black business casual dress with black leggings and black underwear. I felt a cold chill run over me. I shivered for a second. "no no no no!" I shouted in my head. 4 Minutes away... I was wriggling in my seat, fighting off sweat and cold chills. My bladder screamed for relief. I was so close. I knew I could make it. I had to use very muscle in my very fatigued body to contain this. I told myself, "Just another mile! You can do it Sam!" Seconds felt eternal. I couldn't stop moving. My right hand was glued to crotch in a very fugal attempt to hold back the flood trying to escape. I was driving like a maniac at this point. I just needed to make it to the driveway. Then I could hide behind my car and go pee. At this point, I could feel spurts escape between my middle and index fingers. I was gonna lose... HOME "Finally!!! Dear god I've never had to go this bad!!" I said myself. I quickly threw my car in park. Both Hands were glued to my crotch trying to prevent a disaster from happening in my brand new car. There was already a few drops on the lather seat but I was determined to not let there be anymore. I removed my left hand, and reached to open the door. I was tearing up I had to go so bad. I used what little strength I had left and threw the door open. Of course it was too much and bounced back shut. I tried again but softer this time. It held open. I took a very deep breathe, and quickly tried to hop out of the car. I felt the urge sub side for a moment. It gave me a much needed boost of confidence. I decided I would try to make a run for the toilet. I quickly walked to the door. I fumbled with my keys for a minute while I attempted to hold back the flood. I was trying my hardest to not do a pee-pee dance as I was worried my creepy neighbor would see. I was doubled over, hand glued still, trying to find my key. "oh FUCK!!" I screamed to myself. I felt some pee escape. I dropped my keys in the shock. I tried to bend over and get them. But another jolt of pee shot out. I looked to my bush to my left. It was lower then the porch by a foot or two. I made a decision to save my dress from the pee escaping. I stood up and darted behind the bush. There was no hope of holding it long enough to pop a squat. Instead, I pulled my dress about my waist and flooded the bushes. My poor flats...drenched. But at that moment, I didn't care about a single thing. The relief was orgasmic. After about three minutes, I stopped. I looked down at my legs. I could see the moonlight shimmering off of my leggings. My flats were completely filled. The pee was just sitting in my flats. Like a pond. I released my dress and hoped no pee would get on it. I took one shoe off at a time to empty them. I slowly walked around to the porch, picked up my keys, and went inside. My body was aching. I hadn't had a true accident like that in several years. Sure, I had many close calls. But. But that was a true accident caused by yours truly. I walked to bathroom, legs still dripping with pee. I took off my dress and hung it onto a hanger so I could inspect the damage to it. The back of it had a few ting spots from the spurting, and the brim was wet from touching my soaked butt and legs. I climbed into the shower still clothed from the waist down, and turned it on high. I stood there for a second letting the water run threw my hair and down my body. I let my leggings get fully soaked. After a few minutes of the relaxation, I took get out of the shower and changed it to a warm bath. I walked into the kitchen and fixed myself some wine and went back to bath tub. I was going to enjoy this warm soak like I had planned all day, except now I had a reason to enjoy it even more. I really hope you all enjoyed this! I spent as much time trying to be descriptive and recall as many details as I could! This happened to me the past Friday and it most certainly was not planned. My first true accident in several years. Thanks so much!! Sammi
  7. desertfc

    female Messenger Teasing

    so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings 😂 (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? 😊 Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: 😞 des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder 😣 des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think 😊 des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse 😥 des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! 🤓 haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references 😞 Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well 😛 Stephanie says: 😡 Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway 😛 Stephanie says: good boy 😊 des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: 😛 ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? 😓 des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? 😛 Stephanie says: hahaha oops 💁‍♀️ Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: 😛 ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet 😛 des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: 😛 des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: 😮 what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah 😛 Stephanie says: you probably did too, though 😂 des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? 😛 Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school 😛 des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: 😮 des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: 😛 des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches 😛 Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: 😮 soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah 😛 des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either 😛 Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind 😉 des says: 😛 Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking 😂 des says: 😮 des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: 😈 des says: 😮 des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid 😂 Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: 😛 des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what 😛 des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy 😛 des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch 😵 thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him 😞 Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: 😞 des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! 😛 Stephanie says: 😞 des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! 😂 Stephanie says: haha yep! 😈 des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver 😊 thank you!!! des says: no worries 🙂 i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy😛! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys 😛 Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! 😛 des says: 😮 Stephanie says: I might, hey! 😈 des says: dont scare me!! 😭 Stephanie says: 😄 Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: 😮😳 Stephanie says: 😄 des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: 😂 Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! 😈 des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! 😳 Stephanie says: 😉💩💩😄 Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far 😛 des says: 😛 des says: a bit! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom 😛 Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then 😊 Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again😘! des says: anytime 🙂 des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up 😛😂 des says: 😮 des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed 😛 Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters 😘
  8. A user on VK uploaded this video. A cute girl talks about how she had to pee her pants in her car during a snow storm. There are also short clips of that day's events interjected. The video probably originated on Youtube or a similar platform. Sorry if it's a repost as I generally don't go for videos like these. [360] I PIS_ED MY PANTS IN MY CAR[360, Mp4].mp4
  9. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
  10. DeltaFoxtrot

    Wet In Wyoming

    Several years ago my employer transferred me from managing their warehouse in North Carolina to open and manage a new warehouse in Salt Lake City, UT. The move was all expenses paid so my wife & I packed up the car to make the 4-day 2000-mile road trip from NC to UT. My employer had a moving company lined up to bring our furniture and household stuff after we'd found a place and gotten settled in. A little background for you... I've been diapered 24/7 for several years and my wife is a very accident prone "Pull-ups by day, diapers by night." girl. her bladder control wasn't great to start with and it only got worse after we met, as she became used to wearing protection most of the time and being able to go in leaks and spurts if she wasn't near a toilet when the urge struck. Long and short of it, when her bladder tells her it's "time to go" she doesn't have long until that turns into "going" and whatever she's wearing gets soaked. Before we left on the trip I convinced her to wear diapers the whole time we were on the road. The car we had at the time could easily cover 500 highway miles on a tank of fuel so our plan was to breakfast in the morning each day before we got on the road, stop about mid-day for fuel and lunch, then continue on until evening and get dinner when we arrived at our hotel for the night. I made hotel reservations in advance so we would have to cover between 500 & 600 miles each day. Things were pretty uneventful until the last day of the trip... from Denver CO to SLC. The past 3 days had gone very well and my wife's bladder was behaving, so she decided to forego any form of protection and wear simple white cotton french cut panties under a pair of high rise button-fly stonewashed jeans that wouldn't have fit if she had any sort of padding underneath. We had a simple breakfast of cereal and fruit at the hotel that morning, grabbed some snacks and drinks for the road and got going at around 0800 local time. It was the middle of March and a winter storm had come through that night, blanketing everything with several inches of snow. The interstates had been cleared but side roads and parking lots were still quite slick. We made it up to Laramie and turned onto I-80 westbound to make the 400mi run into Salt Lake. Now my wife has never been one to stay awake on road trips. I blame her parents, who would take her on car rides as an infant any time she was unable to fall asleep... so now about 30 minutes into a ride she's out like a light. She'd mentioned that morning she probably should have used the bathroom one more time before we got on the road, but as rest stops and gas stations were dotted along the highway at regular intervals I guess she wasn't all that concerned. Well, it turns out Wyoming is a bit different from other States. Towns are practically non-existent and rest stops are easily 200 miles apart. We cruised past the first rest stop after Laramie, not thinking anything of it. I was very thickly padded and she was sawing logs in the passenger seat. She stirred about a half hour later and inquired as to our location, mentioning that she could use a potty break... not urgently yet but at the next rest stop. I told her I'd pull in at the next rest area, which I figured was maybe 20 to 30 minutes down the road, and she drifted back off. About a half hour later she awoke again, this time flustered, and asked if we'd be stopping soon. I hadn't seen any signs for an upcoming rest area, in fact there were no signs of civilization outside at all... just scrub brush and snow piled up alongside the interstate from where plows had been through that morning. I reassured her that a place to stop had to be coming up soon and that I'd pull in at the first rest area or town I saw. She turned, crossed her legs tightly and began to play some game on her phone, shifting and fidgeting in her seat... sure sign that a crisis was brewing inside those lovely tight jeans of hers. Twenty minutes later she turned to me again, face strained and voice anxious. She was going to have an accident if we didn't do something in the next little while. She was used to wetting her pants and playing pee games, but the idea of flooding the unprotected car seat then having to sit in it until we found a place to stop was not what she considered a good time. I was at a loss. There were, literally, no places to stop and the emergency lane alongside the interstate was deep with snow... if I pulled off there we'd be stuck for sure. I put the accelerator down and got us up to about 90MPH, hoping to spot a sign for an upcoming town or rest stop. We continued on while in the passenger seat her breathing became rapid and shallow. She went from squirming with legs tightly crossed to sitting almost spread eagle, hands in her crotch, alternating between squeezing and rubbing in hopes of avoiding a true accident. I'd never seen her in full panic mode desperation before, even when we played wet games in public she'd always start peeing before getting to this point. After 15 minutes she inhaled sharply and scrambled to unbuckle both the seat belt and buttons on her jeans. This was it, she was about to burst. A last minute idea struck me and I reached behind her seat where my bag of diapers and changing supplies was stashed. One of my diapers wouldn't fit her, but she could at least get it underneath her butt and (hopefully) save the seat. She then not-so-nicely informed me that her ass being firmly planted in that seat was the ONLY thing currently keeping her from pissing all over. With no signs of relief on the horizon I pointed out that there wasn't much choice, she was going to have an accident one way or another. She half-screamed out of exasperation, snatched the diaper out of my hands and frantically unfolded it. She managed to hold on for maybe another 2-3 minutes, vainly hoping a sign for a gas station or rest stop would appear, then in one swift motion lifted herself off the seat and shoved the diaper underneath, pulling the front up over the unbuttoned fly of her jeans almost as if she was going to tape it on. Sighing and hanging her head in defeat she began to completely flood her pants. I have no idea how long she went for, but when she lowered the front of the diaper the upper part of her jeans were totally soaked and I could see where pee had shot down the insides of her legs as well. I slowed back down to 75, no need to risk a speeding ticket now that the worst had occurred, and we rode in silence for a short while. Eventually a truck stop appeared and we pulled in so she could clean up and I could assess any damage to the seat. I retrieved a change of pants, along with one of her thickest nighttime diapers, from the trunk and she made the "walk of shame" to the restrooms. The ass of her light jeans was completely soaked, practically screaming her incontinent state to every person in that crowded place. Fortunately the seat was mostly spared by her sitting on the diaper, and I put a couple of towels down to take care of the rest. A few minutes later she emerged from the building with cheeks flushed and a sheepish grin on her face because the dry pants I'd quickly grabbed for her were extremely low rise, leaving a generous amount of diaper waistband exposed. Before getting back in the car she fished around in the trunk then returned to the passenger seat with our cordless Magic Wand, which was promptly put to good use on her thickly padded crotch. Apparently I wasn't the only one aroused by her accident. The rest of the trip concluded without further incident, though she did stay in diapers full time for the next few days apparently not trusting her ability to hold for any length of time. We laughed about it in the weeks to come, but when my warehouse was closed due to the recession and we moved back to NC she wore TWO diapers and put a disposable chuck on the car seat for the Wyoming leg of the trip. I'll conclude with a word to the wise... if you happen to find yourself needing to travel through that vacant expanse which is the State of Wyoming, be prepared!
  11. Version 1.0.0

    Here's one more custom order I made this last year that has been given permission to be shared with you all. In a story told by @no1uknow a woman named Isa is about to hit the road with her boyfriend but has a very large soda at dinner beforehand. With a line at the bathroom she decides to chance it on the ride home, but it ends up taking much longer than expected and her bladder fills to max capacity fast. And even though traffic starts moving again and they eventually pull over somewhere, hope may not pick up for very long as they encounter one last obstacle. This file will be available indefinitely at the standard price, and includes both high resolution raws and the lower quality copies for easier reading like usual. The see-through shots portray female anatomy so here's the typical NUDITY warning. Otherwise you get 19 pages of solid desperation, wetting and humiliation here. Hope everyone who checks it out enjoys!

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  12. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5611ea5f54764
  13. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  14. It was a dreary Tuesday, it was around the late fall afternoon. Ella had been at work for almost 11 hours when she finally was able to go home. Her job as a front desk attendant for a local car dealership was a very long and uneventful job. But it paid the bills. She had plans that evening with a long time friend, Alyx. They were going to get dinner and drinks at the local Italian restaurant. Ella was wearing a pair of nice khaki pants and a very dressy shirt along with high heels. Her job required her to be very professional which meant very little time away from the front desk or the phones. Which also meant very little time for bathroom breaks during the day so she had to watch what she drank. Well today, she didn't really pay that any mind. She left work around 7pm and had to meet Alyx at 730. It was a 20 minute drive so she didn't have the time to stop anywhere. She hadn't noticed any urges or any out of the ordinary feelings until she got about half way to her car. She realized that she had to pee. And pretty bad too. But she decided to press on until she got to dinner. She got to her car and began to leave work when she got a cold chill. Not the kind from sickness but the kind telling her that she HAD to pee and it was an emergency. "This isn't good. This isn't good at all" she thought to herself. She sat with her legs pressed together and was constantly jiggling the left leg. "I'm a big girl. this is nothing...if I can handle a pregnancy and not wet myself once then this outta be cake." she whispered. She was about 5 minutes away when Alyx called her and told her that she'd have to reschedule and that she had an emergency come up. Ella was a little disappointed but was secretly happy given her predicament. She turned around and headed for home. Her apartment was about 10 minutes away and she was fairly certain she'd make it home without incident. Ella arrived to her apartment complex to see an ambulance sitting in her apartment. "...okay...guess I'll just have to park further away no biggie...." she thought as her bladder screamed for relief. She finally found a parking spot! But the downside was it was almost twice as far away as usual. She quickly got out of her car and locked the door behind her all while trying to do the most nonchalant pee dance. She didn't want anyone to know her situation and was super embarrassed that someone might see her. She walked as quickly as her heels and screaming bladder would let her without leaking any. She lived on second floor and usually took the stairs. She was starting to feel the immense pressure more and more with every step. The steps would be the hardest part of her challenge. But she took each step one at time. At this point, she was bent over at the waist. She had undone her belt and had a hand on her thigh. it was there to try and stop any pee that might try to escape. She was shaking from the desperation and she was begging herself to be strong enough to make it up just a few more stairs so she could relive herself. She made to her door after what seemed like an eternal walk from her car. She fumbled with her keys for a few seconds before opening the door. Her bathroom was at the backside of her apartment. She doubted she could contain herself that long. She made a split second decision. She ran into the kitchen, pulled her pants down as far as she could, and hopped up into the sink and unleashed the most relieving pee of her entire life. She sighed very loudly. She was so proud of herself for making home. She didn't make it to the toilet, but at least she didn't ruin her pants. And as far as he knew, no witnesses, not even her husband. I really enjoy writing these from time to time. I hope everyone else will at least somewhat enjoy it. If you ave any suggestions for more for future stories, I'd always love to hear them so either PM me or leave them below! Thanks!! -Sammi
  15. I ran into this video of a girl peeing in a bottle using a funnel in a car. I thought it was rather impressive. I'd never be able to pull this off without peeing all over the seat. I tried to upload this using Firefox and it didn't work. Now using Vivaldi browser and it does. Not sure what's the problem... Enjoy! Chick loopt in de auto op haar gemakje leeg dankzij plastuit.mp4
  16. Though this story does not involve me personally, this is one of the funniest wetting stories I have ever heard! It involves my dad and three coworkers who were driving across Pennsylvania on a business trip, about a 6 hour drive. My dad, sitting in the front seat, observed all the events that unfolded. The salesman who had agreed to drive was allegedly very uptight and was not keen on stopping more than once the whole trip. The two sales people in the back seat, one guy and one woman, were pretty upbeat, the guy especially was apparently very gregarious and witty. After taking off and imbibing a formiddable amount of coffee, the driver finally agreed to stop about halfway through the trip to hit the bathroom but vowed that they would not stop again until they reached their destination. About two hours later, with about an hour left in the trip, the salesman in the back claimed that the coffee was wracking his bladder but was dismissed by the driver. The saleslady in the back and my dad rallied with the salesman who was in dire straits at this point, beseeching the driver to stop, to no avail. 30 minutes later, the salesman, very frustrated and desperate at this point began raising his voice asking the driver to stop. The driver, equally frustrated ignorantly told him to:"tie it in a knot!" In an ultimate act of defiance the salesman, according to the woman in the back seat, straightened his tie, closed his eyes and let his bladder go, releasing torrents of pee in the back seat of the car! Once the flood became audible my dad whipped his head around and couldn't believe his eyes. Both him and the female coworker were hysterically laughing, disgusted and amused. The driver, pissed in a different sense was finally forced to stop the car so that the salesman could change and they could try and clean the huge pee spot on the seat. The salesman claimed he deliberately wet himself but one can't deny that he may have had a genuine accident. The truth is in the bladder of the beholder I suppose :) Cheers!
  17. DakotaDriver

    My first real experience...

    I've been lurking on this site for about a year now, since I found it during my desperation google-searches. I feel confident enough to post my own story now, since I (sort of) have a feel for the site. I'm pretty sure I'm not violating any rules, but please let me know if I'm doing anything borderline. Apologies for the long text. The events are all true, while I may have embellished the details a bit. This happened about 5 years ago, when I was about 19. I'm a guy, by the way. I was over at a friends place for his graduation party. There were about 40 people there, milling about and doing whatever the hell people do at parties. I personally am not very social, and I was actually there just to help run the A/V system. Music is blasting, the dance floor is rumbling, and the alcohol is flowing. I don't drink, then or now. The party rolled on till about 1AM, when people started to stumble out in various states of inebriation. I packed up the gear and helped the DJ put his stuff back into his van, and was in the process of putting my own mixer table into the back of my pickup when I notice a girl trying to get into her car. She's obviously shitfaced drunk, fumbling with her keys trying to get the door unlocked. She drops the keys and bends over to pick them up, stumbles, and goes down in a tangle. Me being the quintessential Good Samaritan that I am at heart, rush to her aid. "Woah woah, hold up there girl. Are you okay?" I help her up back on her unsteady feet. She reeks of alcohol, and her speech comes out completely slurred. "Ay, yeh I'm oook... Jus need too get home..." She stumbles again and brushes her brunette hair back from her face. Here I realize that holy shit, she's a hot one. "You're not driving. You can barely stand up. Do you want me to call a cab?" After I said that I realized that the local small-town cab company, with a whopping 5 vehicles, shuts up operations at midnight. "No,no no no.... I'm ookay just... ugh.." "Look, let me give you a ride. There's no way you're making it home like that." I helped her up and tried to guide her towards my truck. As I unlock the passenger side door she passes out, and sort of flumps over onto my 1980's era bench seat. I feel obligated to do something now, so I check her wallet and find her address. Cool, she's only four blocks from my house. Easy to swing by. About 5 minutes later I'm roaring down the freeway at the 50mph my truck can handle, when I hear a hissing noise. Fearing a leaky tire (which happens all too much), I stop quickly and pull over, only to realize the hissing is coming from inside the cab. I look over, and SURPRISE! My drunken damsel in distress is wetting in her jeans full force! The wetness starts spreading up her jeans, pooling around her ass and pouring down her legs. I am, of course, highly turned on knowing that a girl is unknowingly wetting herself only a few feet away. I could care less about the seat, you can't hurt the thing with all the Pepsi in New York, but just... wow! A girl actually wetting herself right in front of me! Suddenly not caring about anything else, I let go and pissed myself as well. The warmth and wetness just felt too damn good... I jack off and blow in my underwear. Then the self consciousness returns: I'm on the side of a freeway, in a beater 1980's Ford, with a drunk piss-soaked girl in the passenger seat and I'm soaked as well. I smash the 5 speed gearbox back into first and tear out, and get to her apartment as fast as possible. When we get to her apartment, I carry her up the three sets of stairs and work at figuring out which key goes to the door. I'm getting a bit uncomfortable by now, since my legs are cold and my crotch is slimy. I get the door unlocked and carry her into the apartment; she makes a cute little moan and shifts in my arms. I lay her down on the couch and try to figure out what to do. I dig around in her kitchen and find a notepad and pen. I scribble out a note, describing what transpired along with my name and phone number. I nope out and get back in my truck, piss a little more to try and relieve the cold, and rumble back to my house. The next day at about 11AM I got a call from her, thanking me for essentially saving her life. She said we should go out for coffee and donuts sometime, so she could meet me face to face (and sober). I'll post some of my other experiences in this thread later. ;)
  18. Hey guys! I'm new here so i thought id share an experience i just had. So everyone in my house is away on vacation so i have the house all to myself. I've always been into wetting/desperation and i never had the chance to piss in my jeans (which ive always wanted to try). So I decided when i woke up that i was going to try to hold it as long as i could. I put on the tightest jeans that i had, they really get tight around my bladder so they were perfect. Also underneath I wore black tight fitting boxer briefs, i really like the feeling of tight clothes when i have to pee. I came down stairs already having to pee and put on a t shirt as i started to sip some water. I had a glass of water about every 15 minutes and after 2 hours i was absolutely bursting. Every move i made caused my tight fitting jeans to cut into my bladder and i couldnt stop crossing my legs. Every time i got up to get more water I thought i was going to lose control. I was watching wetting videos which made it a 100 times worse when i got to the point where i was fighting spasm after spasm. I started to leak and couldnt stop it so i ran into the shower and full on peed in my jeans. Just the warmth and feeling it trickle down was absolutely amazing. I decided to sit and the tub and fill it up with warm water and i took a bath fully clothed and had some fun ;). After that experience i decided i wanted to do it one more time before everyone came back home, this one was more spur of the moment and lead to my first accident. I woke up today having to pee pretty bad ( i was at the level were you just have to start crossing your legs.) I was going to wait until later because i had to go to a guitar lesson when i thought maybe i could try and hold it until after. So i washed the clothes i peed in the previous day and decided to wear them, but because i was in a rush, i didnt have time to fully dry my boxers or jeans so they were slightly damp. I decided to have a glass of water before i left and i grabbed a water bottle to drink throught out the lesson to torture myself. When i arrived i was really starting to feel the need to pee. I could feel my bladder starting to ache, and the tightness of my jeans along with them being damp really made me want to pee. At this point, i started becoming a little worried and thought of chickening out. I decided not to and walked into my lesson which was an hour long. I had to sit with my legs crossed the whole time because if i didnt i was going to start leaking. The flip side to that was the waist of my jeans was pushing hard into my bladder and i was about an 8/10 in desperation. I started to have spasms and i was fighting small waves of desperation. I was so turned on and excited but extremely nervous at the same time because i had never done anything like this in public before...especially with people that i have been seeing every week for 6 years. Honestly ive never had such a hard time focusing, i felt like i was in another world. Everything was 10 times harder because i was battling an intense need to pee. About 45 minutes in i decided to see what would happen if i drank some water. As soon as i had a sip, my i had to cross my legs harder and almost had some come out. When the lesson was over we kept talking for an extra 15 minutes and i was absolutely dying. Finally I walked out and had some confidence i could hold it so i kept drinking water. As i went towards the exit, my friend at the desk started talking to me so i stood in front of the counter chatting with her. Standing up was 1000 times worse and i was squirming trying to hold it (thankfully she no one behind the desk could see my belly down.) I was leaning forward on resting on the desk balancing on one leg while my other leg crossed in a kind of four shape to hold it in. My excitement was mounting because i was 10/10 desperate a this point, on the verge of peeing myself in front of people i knew very well and they had absolutely no idea. After talking to her for 15 minutes, i felt a strong serge come on and i slightly panicked. I wanted to hold myself but i did they would notice, so i couldnt. I thought i had fought it off successfully but right at the end of a massive wave of desperation i let some out into my underwear. I was praying it didnt come out into the front of my jeans and after a minute or two i said my goodbyes and walked off. I made my way down to the car and as soon as i sat down i held myself for 30 seconds while crossing my legs. I surveyed the damage and saw there was only a small wet spot just under my waist band, but my underwear was getting wet. At this point i started to question if i could even make it home. As i started to drive the desperation intensified because i couldnt cross my legs but only hold my crotch. As i pulled out of the parking lot i hit a super busy and horrible intersection and started to get frantic. I finally made it across but right as i pulled out another wave of desperation hit me and i let out a big spurt. I looked down and saw a big wet patch on the front of my pants and then released a tiny spurt and watched it come through my jeans. I never wet in a car before so i started to get really excited and turned on. As i got onto the highway i wanted to torture myself some more and finish off my water bottle ( i had half of it left.) As i got close to home i started to feel like i was actually going to make it until as soon as i drank my water i hit a line of traffic. There is usually never traffic at that point and i felt surprised at the crazy timing of it. One hand i was excited because i knew i was going to pee myself, but on the other i felt really nervous because i had never done anything like that before. I got past the traffic but had to look over my shower to merge out of the highway and as soon as i turned my body it pushed into my bladder and i let leaked into my pants. There was a good sized wet patch on my jeans and my boxers were getting really wet to the point i could feel the warmth. I kept going and had little spurts comming out when i felt like really couldnt hold it. I felt this huge pressure on my bladder, it was like an intense wave. It got stronger and stonger and i could feel the pee rise up to the tip of my crotch just on the verge of coming out. I held it there and felt this huge rush of ecstasy and panic at the same time. I felt like was going to pass out from excitement when i crossed my legs really hard i started wetting myself. I was stuck at a red light looking down watching the pee start flowing all over the front of my jeans. I dont know how but i managed to hold it off and i got stuck at another red light. I looked up ahead and there were two waterfalls in front of this restaurant and i was still bursting to let the rest out. i looked down and saw my whole lap was covered in pee and it had started to go inside my legs. The seat wasnt wet but the front of my pants were soaked and it went all around the right side of my leg. The light turned green and i started in a rush to my house just down the street. I started wetting myself again and i could feel the warmth pouring into my underwear as i felt this biggest rush of excitement in my life. I pulled into the drive way and looked at how much i had peed but still desperately had to go. At this point i felt like i was in one of the stories ive read a thousand times because my neighbor was outside siting on her lawn. luckily i had left a jacket in my back seat and quickly held it behind me in a non suspicious manner. I got inside and still really had to pee but the fun wasnt over. I had another glass of water and started watching girls peeing on the laptop and kept releasing small spurts. After the second cup of water i was going seriously piss and could not hold it. I burst and started peeing my pants and ran into the bathroom and forcefully peed all over myself. I sat down and stroked myself through my boxers as i kept watching videos and pissed myself 2 more times in a matter of 10 minutes. Really hope you guys enjoyed! This is a picture of when i got out of the car and afterwards when fully wet
  19. Yesterday morning I got an oil change in my Jeep and after that I was working, cleaning and remodeling a rental house. It was a beautiful day out and I decided it was a good day to take scrap metal to the scrapyard. I loaded the trailer full of stuff to take to the scrapyard, which was tiring work so I gulped down a bottle of water and cracked open a cold Dr. Pepper as I headed home to get my wallet to return the metal. (I forgot the wallet with my licence at home..) By the time I got home it was 2:30 and the scrap yard closed at three. I sprinted inside and searched for my wallet. It took me like five minutes to find my wallet and was going to go pee, but I wanted to get to the scrap yard before they closed so I figured I could hold it until later... I jumped back into my car and took off down the road. I was following this slow old rusty truck spewing gross exhaust fumes. Call Me Maybe came on the radio so naturally I turned it up and started singing like a fool B). Because of my loud music, and the fumes of the car in front of me, I had no idea my oil plug had fallen out from the oil change earlier and my car no longer had any oil, and my car came to a screeching halt.. quite literally. Smoke was coming out from under my car from the burnt oil. I called a tow truck and they said they were really busy and it would be 45 minutes to an hour... I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper and then it hit me how badly I needed to pee... about 5 minutes went by and I was squirming all over the place. I had my hand between my legs and was in pain from holding it. A few minutes after that a small spurt leaked out and I tried to hold back the rest. I failed. I completely flooded my pants and the car seat. I had my hand down my pants trying to hold it as the pee sprayed though my fingers. After I finished I grabbed a shirt from the back of the car to soak up as much as I could, but there was still a puddle in the seat. The tow truck finally about 45 minutes later and I had to ride in the tow truck to the mechanic . The tow truck driver didn't say anything but I'm sure he noticed. Oh and the oil change place was very nice about it and said everyone makes mistakes, they were very apologetic and bought the car off of me at a price they we both agreed was fair. I was amazed how well they handed it!
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    I apologize for not remembering what is the actual title of this video... But I find that these are very good scenarios of female desperation especially when they are caught in traffic jams. Although it's not panties / jeans wetting but i think it's good enough for some individuals like me :D Japan is quite an amazing country, they even have portable / foldable pee bags which will dry up almost immediately after use. Enjoy the videos ! P.S.: Do let me know if you find these videos are good for you. Cos if not i won't post such category again. Thanks ! :)

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  22. Found another video on tumblr that I haven't seen here before! is the link to the blog. :) tumblr_okylioMWw31s0xkm6.mp4 tumblr_okylioMWw31s0xkm6.mp4
  23. As the title says, I'm curious as to how everyone likes to travel. Personally, I love trains. I have since I was a kid, and I traveled cross country to see family once on VIA Rail. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life. So, how do you travel?
  24. zsjasonsz

    female Trapped in car Omorashi

    Hello, I am new here and this is my first story. These are all fake names for the characters: Me:Jake Crush: Alina One weekend, my dad asked me to go skiing with a girl. Wasn't exactly thrilled, because my dad has a lot of friends at work, and goes skiing with their children alot. (Especially Girls) Dad: Do you know her? She goes to the same school. Me: Huh? Oh! I know her! Alina: Oh! Hi Jake! Dad: Well then, good! That is nice that you know each other! We got in to my dad's car. We sat in the back, it was very large and roomy. Also, she was wearing short skirt, (and I think I caught a glimpse of red panties in there :3) a T-shirt, and a tiny jacket that girls wear. Dad: Yeah, the cars are really coming in today, it says it's gonna take more than 5 hours. Alina: Oh my gosh! That long? Then, I remember I brought a 3DS and my laptop. I set my laptop on the in-car table thing and take out my 3DS. Me: Uhh, do you like MineCraft or New Super Mario? I regretted asking that question, Why would a girl like her, play video games? Especially these ones! Alina: Ooh! I loooove MineCraft! We then spent the next 3 hours playing, laughing, chatting. Then, we stopped at a Mall. Mom: This one is much bigger than the one at home! Dad: Would you guys like to come or stay in the car? Me: We'll stay here dad. Mom: Okay then, call us if you need something! We spent about 40 minutes in there playing video games and chatting, and then she took out her phone. Me: What's wrong? Alina: Oh, I just have to go to the bath room. Me: Call dad, he has the keys, we can't get out from inside. His number is 813-67... Alina: Oh shoot! my phone is dead! Do you have a phone? Me: No. How long can you hold it? They should be here anytime soon! Alina: I think I can hold it... Me: I have a jar if..... I stop the sentence right there. What was I thinking? That she would pee in a jar? We were silent for the rest of the time, after about 20 minutes, she started squirming. I wanted to say something but she talked first. Alina: Okay, now I really have to go... She was crossing her legs over and over, fanned her legs, and bit her lip. Alina: (In a panicked voice) Jake, please don't look. I then realized that I was staring at her squirming legs and the red panties that showed every time she crossed her legs I pretended to look in to my 3DS, but then looked in to the back mirror that oh so perfectly reflected Alina. I caught a sight of her hands lift her skirt and hold it with her elbow, and then taking her hand and putting it in her panties. I was now sure that her panties were red. She kept pressing at her privates, rubbing, squeezing. Then she stopped with her hands still in the red panties and her eyes flickered, she closed her eyes, but didn't pee or go to sleep. She just closed her eyes and took deep breaths, fast ones too. After about 10 minutes, she moaned. I was furious at my parents for taking so long. Alina: Jake, the jar... please, fast!! I took the jar, still looking in to the back mirror-which looked like I was looking away- handed her the jar. Alina: Umm... Pause Alina: Could you do it for me Jake? I had no idea what she was saying, but i grabbed the jar, lowered her panties-which revealed her hands still pressing her privates- and slid the jar in the place i thought was her pee hole, but Alina took the jar and adjusted it. A trickle came out and then she suddenly stopped. barely filling the bottom. Alina: I can't do this, what if they find the jar? I was gonna say that we can hide it, but I know better than arguing with a girl with a full bladder. I put the jar away, but not far, where I could still reach if she wants it later on. Alina: Could you..... (Blush) Could you please squeeze my crotch? My hands are tired.... She was blushing HARD now. Her face was like a tomato. Alina: Okay..... On three, I didn't know what she was going for, but I put my hands on her thigh. Close to her privates. Alina: 1, 2, 3, NOW! I slid my hands fast to the place that she put the jar into, while her hands moved away. I sqeezed at her privates, while she slowly laid down, and put her head on my lap. Alina: Hope you don't mind.... I looked away, not saying a word, but inside, I was having the best time of my life!! After about 10 minutes, She had her eyes closed now, my arms starting to get tired, I loosed my grip on her precious parts that I was gratefully allowed to touch. She flinched, and a trickle of pee wet my hands. Alina: Oh my! So sorry Jake! ...... UHhh! JAR NOW!!! JAKE!!! I literally got a heart attack, but I grabbed at the jar, she now had her skirt and panties off, which were on the car floor, she looked more beautiful than she ever was. Sobbing, grabbing at her privates. Bottoms Off. I slid the jar into the place that she did last time, and literally the same second I put the jar, pee spurted out, and I pressed the jar up her privates harder as i noticed that she wasn't peeing in a straight line. It was spraying. Would've been fine if a toilet, but a jar, not so much. After about legit 2 minutes, she stopped peeing. I took the jar from under her, and left her crying. Still half naked :3 After 10 minutes of her sobbing, and me staring, she raised her head, looked around her, and saw me shaking a jar filled with pee teasingly. She gave me nudge, and looked down, noticed she was naked and grabbed at her privates. It seemed like her mentality went crazy cause of the pee or something. She moved her hands for a moment while she was picking up the skirt and panties, gave me a wink. She stood up, and put her panties on real slow, then her skirt. She was obviously teasing me with her amazing looking body. She sat back down, gave me a kiss on the cheek wispering, "Thanks" That's when my and Alina's parents came. Mom: Sorry we're late! Dad: The lines were really long. We spent half the time waiting in line. Mom: Had fun? Me and Alina look at each other. We laughed.
  25. TobiasChwan

    malefemale Car Accident (Ianthony)

    Ok, so I was reading through some Omo on deviantart and found this and though I could tweak it. Tweaked from: http://hiccupfangirl11.deviantart.com/art/Ianthony-A-Trip-to-the-Beach-Omorashi-361590467 Which is tweaked from: http://lovemcg99.deviantart.com/journal/trip-to-the-beach-OMORASHI-ianthony-361385579 Tweaked here a little~ "Hey, Ian. It is a beautiful day out. Do you want to go to the beach?" Anthony asked Ian, heading for the car. "Sure, why not? When do you want to leave?" Ian replied, smiling. He felt like he needed some sunlight anyway. "I actually wanted to leave now so we don't hit traffic," Anthony said, opening the trunk of the car and putting some towels and such-like in it. Then both Anthony and Ian got in the front seats and began driving off. They were 30 minutes down the road when Ian had felt something that he didn't want to. "Hey, Ant, do you think you could pull over?" Ian had asked his friend, shifting around a little. He had chugged three large bottles of water for a video of theirs and he hadn't gone to the bathroom, and he was beginning to regret it. "Why do you want me to pull over Ian?" Anthony asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "Please Anthony just pull over?" Ian asked desperately. "Not unless you tell me why. Because if it is a stupid reason, the answer is no." Anthony replied. Ian nearly had his legs crossed. "Anthony, please!" Ian pleaded. "Ian, I had told you no, unless you tell me why." Anthony said, feeling a little bit dominant over his boyfriend at the moment. Ian whimpered slightly but stayed silent, looking out of the window and trying to ignore it the best he could. Another 10 minutes passed and Ian sighed, knowing that he would barely make it by the time they got to the beach, and he imagined relaxing and the long stream, but his thoughts snapped back to reality as he realized how desperate he was by receiving a firm nudge from his bladder, making his hands shoot straight onto his crotch and he groaned. This got Anthony's attention, and he looked at Ian, suddenly turning a bright red. "Oh..." Anthony said, nearly licking his soft dry lips and laughing. "Sh-shut up!" Ian said, almost shouting but that would put more pressure onto his bladder. Anthony couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "I said SHUT UP!" Ian snapped, but then whimpering as he lost a tiny spurt. "Ian, we are almos-" Anthony's sentence had cut short when he realized the traffic was bumper to bumper. "Oh shit... Ian, do you think you can make it? Because we are stuck in traffic..." This is were my part comes in~ "WHAT? You got to be fucking kidding me! Ugh, it hurts..." Ian said, grabbing his crotch tightly. "Okay, just keep trying," Anthony had said, trying not to sound turned on, but failing a little. Luckily, Ian was too busy trying not to wet himself. "You don't happen to have a bottle, do you?" Ian asked, his voice sounding very desperate. "Sorry, I don't," Anthony replied, honking at a car that wouldn't move. "Dumb asses..." "Oh... It hurts, Anthony... I-I can't hold it," Ian said quietly, desperately grabbing his crotch. This made Anthony even harder. "Okay, you know what? Just go. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Anthony said, resisting biting his lower lip. "NO! I can't do that, it will be everywhere!" Ian replied. Anthony really want this to happen, because seeing Ian desperate was always turned him on. Anthony tried to hold the bulge he had in his pants, but picturing that was turning him on. "Anthony... Is that what I think it is!" Ian said, seeing Anthony's boner. "Sorry, Ian, I'm trying not to be turned on by this whole thing..." Anthony replied, blushing a little. "Anthony, how could you be turned on like this!?" Ian yelled, groaning at the immense pain. "S-shit..." he whimpered and bent over, one hand on his bladder and the other hand giving himself a tight squeeze so that he wouldn't piss himself. Anthony bit his lip, crossing his legs so that he could keep both hands on the steering wheel, and then the traffic began to move again. He slowly picked up speed so that he could get there faster, but he hadn't seen a bump coming. The bump lifted them both out of their seats slightly. "Aa-ah! Anthonyyy!" Ian whined, losing a 4 second spurt. The whine made Anthony even harder and he was finding it hard to keep his hard-on under control. "Stop being turned so damn horny and pull over!" Ian demanded. "I'm sorry Ian, but we both know I can't..." he said, trying to sound sorry although he knew he could if he really wanted. Ian sighed and whimpered, looking out at the cars that were passing and trying to take his mind off of wetting. Anything, apart from wetting. However, Anthony was doing the opposite. All he could think of was how hot it'd be if Ian actually pissed himself in his car! He fidgeted in his seat too and as his trousers rubbed against his groan he had to suppress a groan of pleasure. "Great, so here I am about to piss myself and all you can think about is your dick! What's so 'sexy' about this anyway!?" Ian demanded loudly, but then he whimpered as he lost another spurt. He now had a semi-big wet patch on his groin. "It hurts, Anthony..." he said, quietly. "I know, Ian, how long can you hold it for?" Anthony asked, feeling ashamed of himself whilst avoiding the question. "N-not long..." Ian replied in a whisper. Anthony slowed right down as they went over another bump, but as each wheel went over the bump Ian felt his bladder spasm and he continuously spurted. "A-Anthony! I-it's happening! P-please stop!" Ian begged, tears of desperation welling in his eyes, Anthony couldn't move in case he gave himself more pleasure, but he sighed. "Just go." he said. "W-what!? No! It'll go everywhere! Just STOP! NOW!" Ian yelled angrily, groaning as the spurts continued and his wet patch grew. "No, just go in the seat. I won't mind." Anthony replied, finding it extremely hard to keep his eyes on the empty road. Ian couldn't protest any more, it was too late. Sweet relief coursed over his body as the warm yellow-ish liquid forced itself out of his body, the wet patch increasing in size extremely quickly. "A-anthony..." he whispered as his jeans overloaded with the liquid and the pee began to soak into the seat as well, the hissing noise extremely distracting in the silent car. Anthony's boner was so overwhelming it was painful, and he crossed his legs tighter and had to stop himself from head butting the steering wheel. Eventually (after a good few minutes) the hissing noise died down, leaving the soaked Ian sobbing lightly, his trousers soaked along with the seat. Anthony gently rubbed his back, unsure what he could do. "There, isn't that better?" he asked nervously. "No... Now your car is ruined..." Ian said quietly. "No it isn't, I was planning to get new seats anyways." Anthony reassured. "I just pissed myself in front of my best friend, in his new car, Anthony. Leave me alone." Ian continued. Anthony took his hand back and sighed, extremely ashamed at how turned on he was as they made their way to the beach anyway. TO BE CONTINUED...