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View File Had to go & I can't stop! Had to go & I can't stop! Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 01/10/2023 Category Female  

Some pees you always remember vividly. This is one of those and after hearing this story you’ll know why. I was too shy to ask, had to hold hours then found myself in a church ministers house dribbling in extreme urgency… This was the first experience I ever shared on here 4 years ago now on audio for anyone who likes to hear instead of just reading… Longest hold.m4a

June is squirming. "Come on!" says June worriedly. "Just flush!" She plunges the toilet again, but it's no use. June had been holding herself for the past four hours, and the toilet water is on the brink of overflow. What could've caused this? June wonders. Could it be faulty plumbing? A loose pipe? The world being against her? June's legs cross tightly. June catches her breath, and with all her might, she plunges the toilet again. The water almost comes out of the toilet bowl, and June squirms. June would've used the toilet at work earlier, but there were… complications. Let me tell you. One of June’s co-workers had bought everyone a coffee around eight in the morning, and June drank hers with delight. Little did she know that this delight would soon turn into extreme desperation. June started needing to pee around nine o' clock, and she still had three hours left on her shift. Once the store was relatively empty, June rushed to the restroom door, only to find out it was occupied. June waited and waited. June then saw some customers walking in out of the corner of her eye. June rushed back to her work area. They ordered, and sat down. June handed the customers' order to the barista, thinking it was over, and started walking back to the restroom. Only then more people came in, and more, and more, and MORE. June realized that the restroom would have to wait, and she had a good line of people to take orders from. By the end of it, her bladder was mostly full, but still manageable. Around two hours till the end of her shift, she started to feel the pressure of her bladder. The shop was still full, so she grabbed herself a chair to make it easier to hold herself. The manager saw this, and scolded her for sitting down while working. The manager took away her chair, and left June barely holding herself together. Come around one hour till the end of her shift, June is squirming. June worked with her legs crossed, and the coldness of the AC made her desperation even worse. It also didn't help with the ambience of coffee being poured. The long pouring sounds made June long for release. With five minutes to the end of her shift, June was counting the seconds on the clock. tick… tock… tick… tock… June squeezed her legs even tighter. With one last order to go, she was brimming with relief. The customer received their coffee, and everyone started closing up shop. June rushed to the bathroom faster than ever before, and one of her co-workers was already locking it up. "NO!" thought June. "Can you unlock it?!" asked June. "I already locked it." said the co-worker. "I don’t feel like it." June's co-worker walked past her, and June was on the brink of wetting herself. There was only one option. June got in her car and drove fast. June ran over a pothole, and gripped herself harder than before. The road was bumpy, long, and rough. The bumpiness of the road was almost enough to make her lose control. June sped faster and faster, until she hit a red light. She stopped immediately, and her seatbelt pushed against her bladder. June squeezed her privates hard, and tears came to her eyes. "COME ON!" cried June. June waited. and waited. The traffic light then turned green. June picked up speed once again, and drove to her house. Once June arrived, She rushed out of her car to her door. June scrambled for her keys, and unlocked the door. She ran to her bathroom, and slammed the door shut. June opened the toilet bowl, and the toilet was clogged. "Oh no!" cried June. "OH NO!" June quickly reached for the plunger. She plunged the toilet water down, and flushed. The water then rised. And just like that, we're back where we started. June doesn't know what her future holds, but she sure hopes it doesn't involve wetting herself. "Come on!" says June worriedly. "Just flush!" She plunges the toilet again, but it's no use. The toilet water is on the brink of overflow, and June's legs cross tightly. June catches her breath, and with all her might, she plunges the toilet again. The water almost comes out of the toilet bowl, and June squirms. Her bladder tingles her insides, and the pressure builds up. Tears run down June's face. "FLUSH, DAMN IT!" screams June. June plunges the toilet again, and flushes. The water rises back up again, and has no sign of going down. June is at her breaking point. June doesn't want to pee all over the floor, so she crosses her legs, and looks around for anything to plug herself with. June doesn't have time for this. She could wet herself any second! She continues to look around and finds nothing. June considers using her hand to stop any potential leaking, but she knows this won't work. June then plunges the toilet once more. The water rises even higher. June squirms. June then finds herself doing a "potty dance" and realizes it's getting harder and harder to hold it. She can't handle any more of this. The pressure is too strong and her bladder is too full. June crosses her legs once more, and she bursts. "Wait... no, no no NO!" realizes June. June is leaking into her shorts. June can't believe this. She then stalls her stream for a good two seconds, and glances at the plunger. June then makes a split second decision. June pulls down her shorts and panties just enough so she can hop herself onto the plunger stick. The plunger stick goes in deep, and plugs her stream. June grunts with pleasure. June's stream uses what little molecular room it has to barely escape down the plunger stick. this warms and tingles June's pussy, and she squeezes tight. June realizes that she'll still need to pee at the end of all this, so she needs to find a way to unclog the toilet. June grabs the plunger stick with her hands, and plunges the toilet with the plunger still inside of her. This causes June to moan. June plunges the toilet again. Each time she plunges, the stick moves up and down inside of her pussy. June moans with pleasure, and continues to plunge. June flushes the toilet, and the water rises back up again. June continues to plunge up and down. Her bladder is filled to the max, and the urine that sloshes around her insides create a sensation like no other. June can really feel the coffee she drank now. June plunges the toilet one final time, and the water... goes down?! June is beyond excited. June takes the plunger out of the toilet, and attempts at pulling it out of her privates. No luck. Each pull she is reminded of how badly she needs to pee, and with each pull she moans with pleasure. June tugs and tugs, her bladder now expanding a little bit out of her stomach. June tugs one final time, and puts all of her strength into it. June pulls, and gets knocked to the floor. the plunger falls to the floor as well, and June's clothes snap back on top of her privates. Because of the sheer force of her hitting the ground, June starts leaking again, and notices rather quickly. June squeezes her legs together. "Come on!" squirms June. "You can make it!" June stands up and tries to make it to the toilet, but it's all too late. June starts leaking, attempts to stop it, leaks again, attempts to stop it, and leaks again. June's urine hasn't leaked out of her shorts yet, so she rushes to the toilet bowl standing, and loses control. Her shorts are soaked. June is ashamed of what she's doing, but it feels so good. June's stream is flooding out of her shorts loudly, and eventually golden waterfalls of urine are leaking down her thighs. June's panties are completely soaked, and as she sits down on the toilet, her flood then fills the back of her panties, and leaks into her rear. The warmth of her urine remains ongoing, and shows no signs of stopping. Tears run down June’s face. "Why...?" cries June. June waits it out. Two whole minutes.

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.

Chapter 1: Liliana Liliana was NOT happy. She was cold, slightly damp, tired, surrounded by people going crazy, and on top of all of that, she had to pee. Kind of badly too. As a fresh college freshman, she knew and expected their to be many new adventures for her, but what she didn't expect was for her third night in her dorm to be so unexpectedly interrupted. Just 10 minutes ago, the 18 year old mixed light skin girl had been peacefully sleeping in her bed, wrapped up in her blankets and extra large hoodie. She had been dreaming about sunbathing on the beach, the vacation her family had taken to the Bahamas just a month earlier. Suddenly though, a loud ringing was shaking the ocean waves, causing them to swell and grow angsty. Her green eyes then shot open, aware that in reality a familiar sound was happening... The fire alarm. Being on the fourth floor of the five story dorm caused a slight panic in Liliana, and she had quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed her phone and in about 2 seconds was out the door of her room, with her roommate Arabella right behind her. Now here she was, standing in the crowd of mostly underclassmen, out in the slight rain, with nothing on for wear except her extra large, thick gray hoodie and a pair of red and black panties that rose up her relatively thick butt cheeks quite far. She was glad that the hoodie went down to about mid thigh, and acted as essentially a dress. As she looked around she saw a couple people who were not quite as fortunate with their outfits. One guy had nothing on at all except a pair of boxers. Another girl only had a pair of pink booty shorts that barely covered half her butt and a gray sports bra. And one girl even was wrapped with only a blanket, pretty surely nude underneath its warm fabric. Liliana looked around for her roommate, but she was nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone and noticed how a raindrop landed on the screen immediately before she could even check the time. She then saw her reflection in the dark screen, studying herself for a second. While looking at her own reflection three thoughts occured to her. The first was that she really did look like Zendaya, something her roommate had said about her much earlier in the day. She took it as a great compliment, although she knew she was thicker and her breasts were much fuller and larger than Zendaya's are. Second was that this rain was really starting to soak her and make her cold. She noticed that her hoodie was very much stuck to her body, and her nipples were poking through the fabric just slightly. The third thing she thought as she turned on her phone screen to finally acquire the time, which was 3:17 AM, was that she had to pee kinda badly, and it was no fun at all holding it, especially out in all this rain. She had been standing there with her thighs subconsciously pressed together, but now that she thought about her need, she immediately crossed her legs and squished her bare toes deep into the soft moist ground. It was 3:32 AM now, and although no fire could be seen, firefighters still hadn't cleared the way for students to re-enter the dorm. Liliana was now very cold and needed to pee more than ever. Well, maybe not more than ever. She had certainly been in worse need plenty of times before. But she still had to go badly, and the cold just escalated her need. She alternated between standing still with her legs crossed tight, and walking in a slow small circle to keep her need contained. She realized her panties were riding up very high, so she glanced around in the dark night, and when she was satisfied nobody was paying her any attention she quickly reached under her hoodie and readjusted the red and black fabric to be more comfortable. As she did this she realized that her panties were soaked from the rain, as was her hoodie, clinging to her body. The thought suddenly popped into her head... That she could pee in them and nobody at all would have a clue. The idea tempted her in her pretty desperate state, but she decided she would hold on at least a little longer and see if she could get inside. At 3:40 Liliana was crossing her legs, squeezing her pussy muscles to hold the liquid inside. She had to pee bad, but the need had seemingly plateud by now, and hadn't gotten any worse in the past few minutes. Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and she spun around to see two women right behind her. The one she instantly recognized as her roommate Arabella. Arabella was a beautiful woman, with pale skin, blue eyes, long legs with a cute bubble butt, midsize full perky breasts, and despite being an average height about around 5'5, she had a presence that could fill up a room. This was like partly due to her long, incredibly platinum blonde hair that fit her perfectly. Liliana wasn't gay, but her roommate was one of the prettiest woman she had ever seen in her eyes. Arabella was wearing black leggings with purple panties (Liliana knew this because she saw Arabella put them on), and a white T-shirt with no bra. This proved an unfortunate outfit choice for that night, as if the light hit her Arabellas entire shirt was completely see through from the rain. Liliana immediately saw her breasts were perked up and nipples were hard from the cold, just as her own were. The second woman was tall at about 5'10, with white but tanned skin. She seemed to be in really good shape, and her light brown eyes gave way to a pretty face and jet black hair down to her large breasts. She wasn't skinny, but definitely was not fat at all, and all her muscle and weight seemed to be perfectly distributed across her body. Liliana saw the girls outfit was certainly the most prepared of the three of them, as she was wearing blue sweatpants, now soaked dark from the rain, and a black T-shirt with a bra underneath. Arabella introduced Liliana to the girl, saying "Hey this is Ella. I met her just a little while ago standing out here haha" Ella stretched out her hand to Liliana and spoke in a southern accent not typical for this northern University, "Hi I'm Ella! Your name is?" Liliana took her hand and shook it lightly, "Liliana", she said and smiled, immediately warming up to Ella's southern hospitality. The three girls all began to talk and all hit it off well. For a minute Liliana didn't notice that her legs were uncrossed, that is until a wave hit her, and she slammed her thighs together before trying to nonchalantly cross her legs tight again. Her actions were obvious and her voice wavered slightly, but neither of the other girls seemed to notice. Despite the crappy situation, Liliana really was having a good time with her roommate and newfound friend. At 3:58 Liliana still hadn't admitted her need to pee to the other two women, but she didn't think she needed to, as her legs being crossed still seemed to be containing her desperation alright, although it was increasing little by little. Ella finally said to the other two "Well hey, I don't think we're gonna be able to get into the dorm for a while, and this rain is making me freeze. I think there's a 24 hour Waffle House down the road a little ways. You guys wanna go? I'm paying!" "Liliana immediately perked up at the thought of having a chance to pee, so she almost agreed before realizing... She isn't wearing any pants! "I'd love to, but I don't have any shorts on under this hoodie. Only panties" Liliana admitted to the other girls, blushing some at the admission. "Oh don't worry about that. I never even noticed silly! Your hoodie is longer than some skirts I've seen!" Liliana was satisfied with this and agreed to going, although she knew the hoodie only went to mid thigh while standing and would certainly be shorter yet if sitting. Arabella then said "I'd also love to. But my boobs are literally completely on display through this wet T-shirt." Ella, always one to be positive, said, don't worry, it will dry by the time we get there! It's at least a 25 minute drive, I think. Arabella was still hesitant, but the thought of peeing appealed greatly to Liliana, and she got more desperate at the thought of the chance to do so. Liliana pleaded "Yea Ella is right it will dry. I just really need to go because I REALLY have to pee, actually." As she said this she uncrossed her legs and pushed her thighs tight together, bending at the waist and bouncing on her heels. She did this partly to make a point that she had to go, and partly because it was necessary to hold it in! "Well then, let's get to walking, my cars all the way in the back parking lot!" Ella said happily as the three took off walking through the wetness. Liliana noticed the mud squishing onto her bare feet, and hoped she wouldn't get her newfound friends vehicle too dirty." This wasn't her main concern however, her main concern was the increase in desperation she found at the thought of a toilet, and she knew it was going to be a long ride. She walked with her thighs pressed tight together, and about halfway to the car when the other two girls were in conversation and not paying much attention, she even slid her hand under her hoodie and cupped her pussy through her panties for four or five seconds, relishing the help her hand brought. She did remove it however, and shuffled the rest of the way to the car. The three of them hit the back parking lot, and Ella looked at the other two while standing in front of a big white Toyota Tundra pickup truck. "There she is. The best truck in the world, hehe". The other two girls were stunned momentarily at such a beautiful vehicle, and Ella could tell, so said in her sweet southern accent, "Yea it's actually one of the families trucks but my parents let me drive it up to here. They own a horse and sheep ranch, and a very good one at that. Maybe you guys will have to come visit sometime!" Arabella stood with her arms crossed from the cold and said, "wow that's an awesome truck, I really like it. But I'm worried Liliana there will pee in it!! You look really desperate girl". All three girls had a laugh, but it was true, as when she stopped to stare at the truck, Liliana had taken to stepping in place furiously to contain her pee, although she refrained from holding herself. "Yea I've like REALLY gotta pee. Super badly actually haha but I swear I won't pee in your truck" Liliana said, mostly believing her own words. "Well let's getagoin then, we've gotta get you to a bathroom stat!" Ella happily said. Arabella put the waffle house into Google maps as the three girls climbed in and Ella started the truck, with Liliana sitting in the back seat behind Ella, but scooted towards the middle somewhat. "27 minutes to the restaurant" Arabella informed the other two, asking then "do you think you can hold it that long?" "I think I'm gonna have to! Unfortunately" Liliana replied, now sitting with her legs crossed,thighs smashed together, and her hands smudged between her thighs, although not holding herself. Ella started to drive, but attempted to make light of the desperation even more, saying "Ya know at least you are desperate now and not in the morning. Imagine how bad it might have been when you woke up!" "True, true..." Liliana replied, not saying much, but actually considering an answer to that. Then Arabella said "Yea that is true. I had to pee super bad myself this morning actually. I'm glad you had already went to class because I was dancing all over the room just trying to keep it in!" As Arabella said this she gave a small squirm, demonstrating just a portion of what had happened this morning. Ella laughed, and said "Yea I have been in bad situations myself plenty of times. I've actually gotta pee right now too, but definitely not as bad as you back there!" Liliana was in an embarrassing situation, but didn't feel too embarrassed at all about it anymore, as she was already comfortable with her roommate and quickly becoming comfortable with her newfound friend. What wasn't comfortable though was her bladder, and sitting had seemed to squish it and actually make it even worse. As Ella said "you back there", she looked into the mirror to see Liliana with her legs uncrossed and her thighs slightly parted, with her right hand up under her hoodie holding herself. "Lilianas eyes met Ella's through the mirror, and Liliana said softly "I hope you don't mind.. sitting is making it worse and I really just need the hand support, if that makes sense". Ella smiled and said"You are absolutely fine! Don't feel embarrassed at all. I know I've been there, and I'm sure Arabella has been too. Do whatever you need to do, just don't pee haha!" Arabella then turned around to see her roommate holding herself, and said "oh yes I've been there many times. Like I said I was dancing around this morning. Part of that dancing was using my hand to help hold it... It does help!" All Liliana could do was smile back, glad that the two girls up front seemed to understand her predicament. She also noticed Arabella's breasts, still very prevalent under her soaking wet shirt, and Liliana hoped her panties wouldn't get that soaking wet with her pee soon. With the Waffle House about 12 minutes away, Liliana was in a bad state. She had been holding herself with one hand constantly while moving her legs in various positions, but now she resorted to holding with two hands, and really bouncing up, down, and around. She was really embarrassed, because both women up front knew her situation, but she was really glad they were being so encouraging. Arabella glanced at the GPS and said "11 minutes left... Do you think you're gonna be able to make it?" "All Liliana could do was mutter "I have to. I can't pee myself... I can't I can't but ohhh I can't hold it!!" She had her hoodie, which was still wet with rain somewhat but drying quickly, pulled up so that her whole bottom half, only covered in her sexy panties, was completely exposed. Her hands were completely smashed against her crotch, pressing tightly against her panties, and smushed between her thighs as she gyrated, shaking the entire truck backseat. Her bladder had been full for so long, and her resolve was wavering majorly. Liliana felt a spurt escape, and it wet her panties and got just a drop on her hand. She felt like crying, and seriously wasn't sure what to do. "GUYS I just lost a little bit guys I can't make it. Ella please pull over please I'm gonna lose control" Liliana pleaded when she felt the drop hit her hand, not sure at all that more drops weren't to follow. "I can't pull over there is no shoulder on this road. Please try and hold it. Just 10 more minutes" "I can't do 10 more, I can't do it" Liliana said starting to tear up, from the pain in her bladder and her embarrassment. Another spurt hit her hand, and she asked frantically "What can I do to hold it??? I can't remember having to go this bad ever". Ella was trying to think and drive at the same time, and was really struggling to think of a solution. Arabella wasn't sure what to do either, but both women knew that Liliana was on her last straw. Just then Ella saw a gas station coming up ahead. It was closed, but that didn't matter. "Hey I'm gonna pull into that gas station, just hold it for like 1 more minute please please. I know you can do it!" Liliana, however, did not know if she could do it, as her panties were having more spurts added consistently, despite clawing support from her hands and smushed thighs. All she could do was moan back in recognition, realizing that she would pee completely if she quit focusing on holding it. They reached the gas station, and As Ella pulled in she said, "they're closed but that doesn't matter. Just jump out and pee" this was all the encouragement Liliana needed, but she forgot one important step, to jump out! Pee begin exiting her body despite her not yet being out of the truck, and she clambered to get out of the back seat and into the parking lot. She did make it out there, but the seat was already puddled with pee, and her legs had two solid streams running down them, straight through her soaked, wet panties. All she could do was stand their mortified in the parking lot, knowing that she was full on peeing herself. The other two women sat in the truck, both feeling terrible for their friend but both unsure if how to help. Seeing Liliana wet herself didn't help Ella however, who also had to pee, and watching this accident forced Ella to shove her own left hand between her legs to hold it in. Finally Liliana's accident was over, and she climbed into the truck and slid her panties off, threw them on the floor, then slid over to the dry side of the seat, as her hoodie had only gotten minimal amounts of pee onto it. She finally spoke up,having to hold back tears, "I'm so so so sorry about your seat. I just... I couldn't hold it". Ella gently smiled back and said "don't you worry about a thing. Seats dry. I'm just glad you feel better now. But I've still gotta pee. Very badly now. So what do you say, should we still go get waffles?" Arabella spoke "we definitely should, if you're up for it Liliana?" Liliana couldn't help but smile a little bit back, and she agreed. Ella was so glad when they pulled into the parking lot, as she seriously had to go pee. She had had a hand constantly in her crotch for the last five minutes, and she quickly turned the truck off and asked the other two while bouncing in her seat "I've gotta get inside there. Are you girls ready to go in?!" Arabella looked at her shirt, and even though it was still somewhat see through with wetness, she agreed. Liliana felt incredibly self conscious as she now wasn't wearing panties and literally only had the hoodie on, but she couldn't back out now, so she also agreed. As they walked inside Liliana and Arabella took a seat while Ella beelined for the restroom, grateful beyond relief that the room was empty, and she could get her much needed relief... Thanks for reading! I'm open for any feedback, and I'm also open to any scenario suggestions for what a future chapter should potentially entail?

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At first some introduction to the topic: we are good friends for more than 10 years (up to 15 maybe, I don't count this), she knows about my IBS problems and some (or maybe most) bad situation related to this, there was a time when I had real tough time with that and she was very supportive. Now she lives for a good couple of years in another country, but we try to talk via Internet as much as we can. The topic of bathroom situation comes maybe once per a couple of years, so it's not something that we're discussing frequently. She also had a few accidents, some of them are described here, some are not, but I think that this was her 6th adult pants pooping accident. Or maybe not a typical accident, but 6th time when she finished with poop in her pants. The mentioned situation happened a few years ago, hard to say when exactly, but it's not important. So, to the story. She was driving from a meeting in another town (I think she mentioned with who, but I didn't noticed it) where she had some lunch, coffee, etc. Her ride back home was about 25 maybe 30 minutes around some local roads. When she was leaving she was already not feeling very well, as she claimed maybe due to the food she ate, the coffee or the mixture of all above. But she thought that the situation is rather safe, the ride was not very long and also there was a gas station close to her town and one inside her town, so even in case of some emergency there was a place to go. The first 10 minutes of the ride were totally typical, but the traffic started to slow a little bit and then completely stopped. At this moment there was nothing to worry about in serious matter, but the urgency become more intense every couple of minutes. When the traffic was stopped for maybe 10 minutes she started to worry as the situation became worse - like cramps, farts, etc., but at this moment it was not far from the gas station. But when the police, fire brigade and ambulance passed her on the opposite direction (driving theoretically wrong way, the lanes were split with something, so it was impossible to turn back) she realized that she may be in a trouble and decided to turn on a local radio to check if there will be something. And as you may imagine, there was an info that a truck had a blown tire and it resulted in an accident, the road is blocked, the public service is already there and the road will be blocked for at least an hour, so who can, please try to go another way. So, she quickly realized that she is a big trouble, because she won't be able to hold it for an hour, as the cramps began stronger and stronger. She also had some rumbling in her stomach, in general the wave of poop was coming, soon. She panicked a little bit, but soon the turned into "f... it" mode. She knew that there is nothing that she can really do. Jumping out of the car was impossible, there was nowhere to hide and there was no chance to turn back. As the traffic was not moving, she judged that she has two options - hold it to the moment of accident, which was rather unaviodable or a solution that as first point may be shocking - let it go earlier and skip the pain, cramps etc., or rather change it to the not comfortable thing like sitting in your own mess. She said, that she knew that is was something not common, but she started to considering this as an option, because holding was very painful, she felt that it will not be a watery diarrhea, rather a loose one, but not a total disaster. And - as she said - I've shit myself a couple of times earlier, so once more is not a life-changer, and my clothes were far from anything special, so it won't be a big lost. She knew that she need something to protect the seat, she had a small towel, so she put in under her and decided to wait for another wave of cramps, to let it go as smooth as possible, also because her bladder was not empty, and her main goal was to not to pee her seat. After rather a short time another wave hit her, so she lifted herself a little, and simply did not stop it from coming out. After just a couple of second her panties were completely full. I forgot to mention, but she had jeans, classic blue and some beige panties. The worst part for her was to sit down, but she did it in a very slow way, and the mess spreaded only a little. The time after that was uneventfull, as she simply sat trying not to move when it was unneccessary. The traffic started to move a little bit after some time (well, it took them more than an hour), so she could finally drive home to change her clothes. She reached her home after more than an hour of sitting in pooped pants, grabbed towel from beneath of her, a rainjacket, tied it around waist to cover the stain on her pants and rushed home to clean the mess. Finally I asked if she thinks that she made a right decision, or she regrets letting it go without and accident, and she said that no, this was not easy choice to made, but she knew, that she will poop herself eventually after some time, some very uncomfortable time. When I asked her about the experience of sitting down and being in messy pants for more than an hour, she said that it was bad and something that she clearly doesn't want to happen again, especially that when she sat down some of the mess came out of her panties, so when she reached her toilet it was already down to her knees. The jeans and panties were binned.

This is a situation that happened to me a few months ago. I was attending a family gathering at a house one Friday evening and decided just to go straight from work. I left work around 6pm and had a short drive to my destination. I was wearing smart black trousers, a pink shirt, tie and black shoes. I wasn’t planning on staying long so I didn’t bother with a change of clothes. As I was driving I was wishing I’d went to the toilet before leaving, it wasn’t urgent but I didn’t want to have to excuse myself when I got there. I arrived about 6:30 and said hello to everyone. There were still a few more people to arrive so I grabbed a Diet Coke and went to sit with some friends and family. Another 30 minutes had passed and I was starting to feel a bit desperate. It didn’t help my belt was pushing against my bladder. I was sitting round the back of the table so I didn’t want to have to push past. I continued to have a few more drinks and after another hour I was bursting to go. I had a few things to eat too that didn’t agree with my stomach which started to make matters worse. I had agreed to give Kelly (a family friend) a lift home as she got the bus from work and didn’t want to get the bus home. Kelly was in her late 20’s and was wearing a pencil skirt, tights and a white top. I decided I would just hold it and head home as I didn’t want to be in the toilet for a while and I knew I had to take a small detour to drop Kelly off. I got up and said goodbye to everyone and we both made our way to the car. As I sat in the car, Kelly said ‘I thought you would’ve stayed later.’ She obviously didn’t want to leave at this time. I said ‘Sorry Kelly, I’m just quite tired and I’m actually bursting for the toilet’ she replied ‘I need to go too, I was just about to go when you rushed me away’ I told her I’d been desperate to go all night but I’d rather just go at home. She just laughed and said ‘that wasn’t a good idea’. We were about 5 minutes from Kelly’s house and was really cornered I wouldn’t make it. By this point I was desperate to shit too and my stomach was feeling very bubbly, adding to the fact I was already bursting for a piss. Kelly could see my feeling very uncomfortable and said ‘you can go in my house, I don’t mind.’ I said thank you as by this point I knew I wouldn’t make it home. Kelly didn’t say much about her need to go and she even let me go ahead of her when we got to her house. I pulled up outside her house and we both rushed to her door. I quickly ran to the toilet and both ends exploded. It was such a relief. She then went in after me and we both had a laugh about it after.

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Lola Kelly had flowing, curly rust colored hair with pale skin and freckles. She had on a tight white one piece, which created a camel toe effect on her crotch and shows off her boobs as she was bra less. She was steadily drinking a glass of coke when her boyfriend knocked on the door. … She was on the road with her boyfriend as her bladder rapidly filled with urine. It had been all that coke. Suddenly her boyfriend pulled into a service station. He shifted around and said to her ”Ima go to the bathroom” She could see an almost imperceptible wet patch glistening on his pants She was still to embarrassed to admit she needed to pre even though she needed to go even worse than he did. He nipped into the mens bathroom fast but to his disappointment he encountered a small line. He crossed his legs and shifted about as the lines freed up (there about 3 people in front of him). He hurriedly pulled down his pants and whipped out his dick and started peeing freely. He found a small wet patch on his pants that was fortunately not very visible. He washed his hands and left, slightly embarrassed. Meanwhile Lola saw him come out and she left the station with him as the ladies line had failed to profresses forward. She sat down in the seat and squirmed discreetly … Her bladder was going to burst. “Can you possibly pull over and let me pee? I can’t hold it!” She was holding herself and squirming. ”You can’t pee in public!”

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View File DLSL-281 - part So this is a part of the video series that I’ve been looking for a long time. Sadly its only a single scene. It a generic car pee. The girl empties her bladder into a water bottle. It even overflows. Her facial reaction is truly admirable. Hope you enjoy and find the rest. The source: https://www.tokyomotion.net/video/1678378/车内大量放尿 Submitter the ghost Submitted 05/27/2022 Category Female  

Alyssa was in the car going to indiana and if would be another two hours befor they got there.emily is 5foot 2 inches blond hair.she never peed yet tho and her bladder was about to burst .but she. Couldn't hold it .pee bursted into her panties and down her legs