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  1. Happy to announce that I have made an updated 2.0 version of the Omorashi Desperation Challenge. The original was surprisingly popular and it seemed like a good idea to bring a few fresh ideas into the mix. If anyone is curious there are a fair few posts on this site describing what happened when people attempted the original challenge. Changes include: Extra tasks Extra teasing New explicit tasks that can be unlocked in level 2 A few more options on where to pee when you finally let go Plays a bit more smoothly Punishment for cumming to soon in level 4 Bug fixes If anyone has any additional challenges or ideas that could be incorporated into the mix to make the game more fun, please feel free to add them to this thread or DM me. Happy wetting and enjoy. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=58190
  2. Decided to try rapid desperation at work today to see what it was like. Usually I just drink water normally throughout the day and see how long I can hold although I haven't been doing many holds recently. The plan was I would drink 2 or 3 full water bottles (20oz) over the course of a few hours, peeing as needed until 12pm. Then, take my break, drink a sparkling water, and try to finish another 1 or 2 water bottles before I leave at 2pm. Since I only live about 15min from my job, I was then planning on going grocery shopping and running some errands with what I thought would be a pretty full bladder. What I didn't expect was just how full it was gonna get. The start of the day went along like normal as I began purposefully take bigger and longer sips from my water bottle. I usually finish at least one of my bottles by 12 so adding one or two throughout the day shouldn't be too much harder and yeah, it really wasn't. I did notice that, as the day went on, I did have to go a couple more times than average, but nothing crazy really. I was starting to think that perhaps this would be too easy since I was really only giving myself 2 hours or so to get desperate. Even the increased water intake wasn't gonna be enough to really cause any issues, I thought. After I finish my sparkling water, I go into the locker room to put something in my locker and without even thinking, I go to the bathroom as well since that's my normal routine. Great. Now this really isn't gonna work. I'm only giving myself 1.5hrs plus however long it takes to run errands which really wouldn't be too bad. In any case, I refilled my water bottle and went back to work. Almost immediately I noticed a slight twinge that I had to go again but wrote it off. I'm psyching myself out bc of what I'm doing, I thought. I don't actually have to go again. About 45 minutes later I finish the first of the water bottles and go to refill it. At this point, my need is about the same as when I went after my break. That is to say, noticable, but nothing too pressing. As I start on the 2nd bottle, I notice that my need begins to grow almost exponentially from there and I only gave myself about 30min to drink a whole other bottle. I finish that one in record time and it obvious, to me at least, that I have to pee. If before the 2nd bottle was a 4/10, now was solidly an 8. I refill my bottle one more time before I leave bc it's hot outside where I am and id probably need at least a little more water to compensate. Refilling this time was torture and I'm pretty sure I even leaked a little bit while listening to it fill up. I couldn't check for obvious reasons but I'm almost certain I did. I knew I wasn't going to be able do any errands without completely soaking myself at this point so that idea was now out the window. I had to focus on just making it home without making a mess of my car which was now a real possibility. I hardly ever have daytime accidents but I was getting concerned that a 15-20min drive could be the difference between having dry and having wet pants. That concern only grew when I sat down in the driver's seat and my urge shot up from an 8 to a 9-9.5. I had to physically grab myself to prevent from leaking right then and there. I got control back with minimal damage but a few minutes later is when I knew the attempt to make it home dry was futile. A few turns later, another wave of desperation hit and I couldn't do anything about it. A hot, powerful stream of pee shot out of me and, although it was only for a couple seconds, it was obvious that I was wet now. At the next traffic light I pulled out a towel (which in retrospect I should've done earlier but was too stubborn to) and in doing so, make me lose focus and I starting peeing again, this time for a bit longer but I did end up regaining control and most of it was absorbed by the towel so there was only minimal damage to my seat thankfully. Those two spurts made it a bit easier to make it home, but the damage to my pants was already done. When I pulled up in front of my house, I wet myself again for another 5-6sec, half by accident, half on purpose, bc I was tired of holding. I chose to cut it off bc I didn't actually wanna ruin my seats if/when the towel was at capacity. I really wish I could've just let it all go in my car tho. It was still blissful in the moment, if slightly embarrassing due to it being a semi-public accident. After sitting in my accident for another few seconds waiting for my pants to dry ever so slightly, I went into the house and made a beeline for the bathroom where I stood in the shower and full-on SOAKED my pants as soon as I stepped inside the tub. I may have been able to get them off but laundry was already a given anyway and this was SOOO much better. I didn't end up getting too many pictures of the events as they unfolded due to me being slightly caught off guard and frantic thinking that I was about to have one of very few genuine daytime accidents but I would totally do it again. Here's a couple that I did get of my soaked underwear after the flooded them in the shower. All in all, that was a fantastic experience and I know now just how much I misjudged (and have been missing out on) rapid desperation holds lol
  3. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  4. I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.
  5. Two weeks ago a good friend of mine got married. After church, there was a reception with champagne, coffee and cake. I talked to a good female friend of mine from college (Janna) who I had not seen in a few years. She is 29 and works as a consultant for a Big Four company. As the schedule was really tight, we were suddenly urged to get to the taxis in order to make it to the wedding dinner on time. In order to keep our conversation, Janna and I boarded the same minibus taxi together with about eight other people. Janna and I were sitting in the back row and usually the drive should only take half an hour. However, there was some obstacle on the highway which led to huge traffic jams. We therefore had to take a detour and the whole drive lasted almost 90 minutes instead of 30. Janna and I kept talking about this and that. After about half an hour I realised that Janna was constantly moving her legs. She also seemed to get less talkative within the next few minutes. She also asked me if I know how long we would still have to go. But I had no idea as I did not even know where we were exactly. We briefly left the highway and then suddenly stopped just next to the road. A guy in the front got off and went to pee right next to a tree more or less in full view of the car as some of his buddies were laughing. He must have begged the driver to make a pit stop. I noticed that Janna was very interested when the guy got off. However, it took him less than two minutes to pee and come back into the car. Janna seemed quite disappointed and kind of said half to herself, half in my direction: Actually, I also could do with a bathroom break somewhere. I said that there is no real bathroom around and she agreed. Within the next few minutes she got even more quiet and seemed to concentrate while jiggling her legs right next to mine. We then went on another highway where thee was also stop-and-go traffic as many cars had to take the detour. At this point, we were still about 45 minutes from our destination. When I asked Janna something, her mind seemed to be somewhere else and she did not really answer my question. She then apologised for not being talkative and said: I'm sorry, but it's just that I really kinda have to use the bathroom. I noticed that she had a really worried expression on her face now and she had started rubbing her thighs through her yellow-coloured dress. A few more minutes went by until she asked me if I think that we could stop somewhere to use the bathroom. We were in the middle of the highway in standstill traffic, so I told her that I do not know where the next reststop is. She went back to fidgeting until it seemed to get so bad that she had to lean forward in her seat. She then said in a strained voice: Ugh, I really need a bathroom, how much longer do you think it will take? I did not know. She then tapped on the shoulder of a girl in the row in front of us and told her that she has to pee. The girl said that she will ask the driver which she did. However, the driver just shook his head and seemed to be annoyed. The girl then told Janna that the driver said there is no restroom around and he cannot stop now. Janna seemed to be really desperate by now. The girl in front of us told her that she also has to pee and that they would have to hold on together. However, this did not really comfort Janna. A few more minutes went by until Janna's state seemed to go from bad to worse. She could not sit still anymore and was desperately squirming in her seat. Another 3-5 minutes later she suddenly grabbed her crotch and had a strange grimace on her face: This is super embarrassing, but we need to find a bathroom now. I don't think I can hold it until we get there! Two minutes later she grabbed her crotch hard again saying I don't care anymore and opened her seatbelt. She urged the girl in front of us again to please ask the driver to stop. When the driver seemed not amused, Janna pleaded with the girl to make him stop. Then the unthinkable happened: Janna grabbed my leg with one arm and put her other hand over her mouth and almost started to cry. I really need to get off or else I will.... she then squirmed in her seat again until she suddenly stopped and with a strange and shocked expression said: I'mgonnapeemypants, ohmygod! Of course, I did not believe it, but she seemed frozen in her seat now and did not say anything anymore. I only realised that she was serious when she took her hand out of her crotch and I saw that her hand was wet. She started sobbing and I could not believe that this smart adult woman really just started peeing in her dress. When we got off about 10 minutes later, she tied her jacket around her waist and immediately ran to the bathroom. She did not attend the dinner anymore, but must have told the other guests that she feels sick. I have not heard from her again since.
  6. I stumbled across this car pee desperation/wetting video clip on Tokyomotion. Can somebody please rip it and post it here, Thank you. https://www.tokyomotion.net/video/3177823/おもらし# It seems like part of an extensive series and would be a great addition to the collection here on Omorashi.org. So if you have the full series upload it here as well. Thank you! ❤
  7. Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!
  8. For the last day of her internship she decides to go celebrate with the P.E. teacher. However, she doesn't realize that her drink was spiked with a diuretic.
  9. I accidentally peed myself in the car the other day. I figured that starting with this tale would be a wonderful way to become involved in the community here, which is something I would like to do. My mother and I were travelling in the car for an hour and a half. We had to travel to a hospital that wasn't in the same town as mine in order to see and pick up an elderly relative. I had downed a full can of V energy on the way. After I used the restroom when we got there, we went shopping for a while before picking him up. On the drive home, the desperation hit. We had purchased some McDonald's and more drinks before leaving. I was halfway home and in dire need of a pee. Asking my mother to pull over so I could urinate while my relative was there wasn't really an option because I experience such severe anxiety. I was about 30 minutes away from getting home when I realized that I couldn't keep it in. In addition to the incessant shaking down my spine, my bladder was in excruciating pain. I simply wanted to cry, to be honest. I desperately needed to leave, but I was afraid to tell my mother while my relative was there. For another ten minutes, I fought to hold my crotch, but I had to go so badly that I finally gave in and let myself urinate. I made an effort to absorb as much of it as I could with my shirt, pants, and hoodie. I was sitting in the back car peeing in my pants, but my mother and other relative were not aware of this. Of course, this is the one occasion where I chose not to wear a diaper. Usually, when I travel by car, I pack a diaper, but this time, I thought I'd see how I'd do without one. Clearly I need it haha! The rest of the ride was spent sitting in my damp, freezing clothing, but at least I was relieved. When we got back, we still had to assist my relative in getting back into his home, and I was simply clumsily attempting to cover up the wet patches on my clothes, making it clear that I had just urinated on myself. I'm grateful that I only had a small amount of urine on the seat; I was able to absorb the majority of it with my clothes. Thankfully, I don't believe my mother found out.
  10. it was the morning, and may had just woke up. getting ready for the day, she got changed. she put on her diaper, and her work uniform. now, she went downstairs to make breakfast. she brewed up some coffee, adding a splash of sugar to it. she sipped at the warm mug, not thinking about her consequences. she filled up her water bottle and prepared her bag. then, she was off. she climbed into her car and pulled out of her driveway. currently, her bladder is empty. but not for long. the coffee has started to filter into her bladder. soon, the desperation will hit. may eventually arrived at her work place and got settled. she sat down and opened her work computer. now, as all the coffee starts to be filtered, she grows the need to use the bathroom. but not to an extreme, just a hint. half a hour goes by and all the coffee has been turned into urine. now she tightened her thighs in a attempt to keep the urine in. now, she gets thirsty again. “if i drink more water, i’ll need to pee more. i better not.” now she was thirsty and needed to pee. not being able to take it anymore, she drank some water. she sipped her icy cold water, quenching her thirst. but only adding to the pain in her lower regions. she crossed her legs tightly, not wanting to leak. she was still thirsty, slowly sipping at the water. she had about 6 hours left of work still, and she knew these were going to be very long hours. she had drank about a quarter of her water bottle, which means now a whole cup of coffee and s few oz of water were in her bladder. trying not to fidget as much, she crossed her legs tighter. now a hour had passed, and may was unsure if she would make it. bouncing her legs up and down still trying to relive the strong pain in her bladder. she took another sip of her water. now, she had about 3/4 of her water in her bladder along with the coffee. her bladder had started to bulge. she felt over her bladder, surprised that she was suppressing all that urine. she has about 3 hours left of work, and is almost surpassing her limit. now, she had her hand in her crotch to help ease the pain. then, her boss posting a link. she would have to join a meeting. a virtual meeting. finishing her water, she joined the call. “hello everyone.” the boss greeted everyone as they joined. may tried desperately to hide her fidgeting, but it was super difficult. “i have just sent you all and attachment. please look at it.” moving her hand from her crotch, she clicked the attachment. before she could stop it, a warm stream started to trickle from her bladder. stopping it instantly, the pain grew worse. she returned her hand to her crotch. with a quick glance down, she noticed that it had not seeped through her diaper. she sighed, relieved. may could not bare it anymore. the pain had gotten so worse. she had a whole water bottle, along with her coffee in her bladder. her bladder swelled to around the same size as a small football, and it hurt. badly. may though of ideas to relive some pressure. “why not let a little out in small streams?” she thought. she angled her camera so they couldn’t see her lower half, incase she couldn’t stop. she removed her hand from her crotch. a warm stream of yellow urine flowed out from her. feeling relaxed from the warmth, she didn’t notice when she should stop. suddenly becoming aware of how much urine she was releasing, she stopped the flow. she felt the warm urine pooling in her diaper, and she let out a soft moan. “and that concludes this meeting. i hope to see you all again next week.” may quickly packed up her belongings and ran out of the building. while running, she started to leak. a few drops escaped the threshold, but she managed to stop it before reaching her car door. climbing into her car, the pain became unreal. she decided to let out the pressure. pulling out of the parking lot, she let the walls come down. may felt the warm urine escaping from her, flowing down her pants, pooling in her chair. her diaper was overfilled, and drenched. she looked down at her pants, the pants and the chair covered in a golden mess. now more relaxed, she pulled into her house. grabbing a towel from her trunk, she dried off her seats. she sprinted inside and unpacked her bag. tonight, may was going to see how long she could hold her bladder until she burst. she grabbed three bottles of water and a towel with some diapers. still wearing her wet pants, she sat down. now that she was ready, she drank her first bottle. as the urine filtered in, a wave of pain followed. but, she didn’t squeeze her thighs together this time. she wanted to see how long she could hold without help. thirty minutes later, she was on to her second. she watched as her bladder started to bulge from her skin. she felt over it, and how large it was. amazed at her ability, he was ready for her third. chugging down her third, the pain started to become very bad. she let all the water move into her bladder, and she was ready for the challenges. first, she spread her legs apart. the pain worsted, but she still didn’t give up. squeezing her bladder from inside, she held on strong. then, she pressed on her bladder forcefully. a small stream escaped from her, damping a bit of her pants. then, came the hardest part. the jumping jacks. may always had the most trouble holding through the jumping jacks. she got up and was ready. “one.” a small burst was let out, but she stopped herself. “two.” she held on the best she could, the pain becoming unbearable. “three.” she started to leak. “four.” the leaking became stronger. “five.” she fully let go, the urine rushing down her pants. she collapsed, the warmth and pleasure of the release was to much for her. she kept going for a few more minutes until her bladder was fully emptied. throwing her soaking pants into the wash, she cleaned up the puddle on the floor and hopped into the shower, getting ready for the next day of work. she went to bed that night, relaxed and calm. hope you enjoyed!
  11. it was the morning, and may had just woke up. getting ready for the day, she got changed. she put on her diaper, and her work uniform. now, she went downstairs to make breakfast. she brewed up some coffee, adding a splash of sugar to it. she sipped at the warm mug, not thinking about her consequences. she filled up her water bottle and prepared her bag. then, she was off. she climbed into her car and pulled out of her driveway. currently, her bladder is empty. but not for long. the coffee has started to filter into her bladder. soon, the desperation will hit. may eventually arrived at her work place and got settled. she sat down and opened her work computer. now, as all the coffee starts to be filtered, she grows the need to use the bathroom. but not to an extreme, just a hint. half a hour goes by and all the coffee has been turned into urine. now she tightened her thighs in a attempt to keep the urine in. now, she gets thirsty again. “if i drink more water, i’ll need to pee more. i better not.” now she was thirsty and needed to pee. not being able to take it anymore, she drank some water. she sipped her icy cold water, quenching her thirst. but only adding to the pain in her lower regions. she crossed her legs tightly, not wanting to leak. she was still thirsty, slowly sipping at the water. she had about 6 hours left of work still, and she knew these were going to be very long hours. she had drank about a quarter of her water bottle, which means now a whole cup of coffee and s few oz of water were in her bladder. trying not to fidget as much, she crossed her legs tighter. now a hour had passed, and may was unsure if she would make it. bouncing her legs up and down still trying to relive the strong pain in her bladder. she took another sip of her water. now, she had about 3/4 of her water in her bladder along with the coffee.
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    Girls peeing in containers in the car. This is a quite old JAV and seems to go by various names, I found only the first part a while ago. Unfortunately I do not have the second part; if anyone does, welcome to share please!
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  13. View File firststar-0134/STAR-76/FSSTAR-76 Girls peeing in containers in the car. This is a quite old JAV and seems to go by various names, I found only the first part a while ago. Unfortunately I do not have the second part; if anyone does, welcome to share please! Submitter harbldesu Submitted 05/12/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  14. Hi guys I am back with another piece of fiction. Hope you enjoy this one. CHAPTER-01 Meena is a tall, slender woman with fair skin and long, flowing black hair. Her striking features include high cheekbones, a slim nose, and full lips. Her dark eyes sparkle with intelligence and wit. Despite her beauty, Meena suffers from overactive bladder (OAB), which causes her to feel a constant urgency to urinate and sometimes leaks urine involuntarily. This condition can be frustrating and embarrassing for her, but she tries to manage it with medication and lifestyle changes. Unfortunately, Meena's life has not been without tragedy. Her husband died in a car accident several years ago, leaving her all alone. She does not have any children and has had to learn to cope with her OAB and run her online bakery business on her own. Despite the challenges she has faced, Meena remains resilient and determined to live life to the fullest. She pours her heart and soul into her baking, finding joy in bringing a smile to her customers' faces. Although she may feel lonely at times, Meena is grateful for the support of her friends and community, and is determined to make the most of the life she has. She had relatives but hardly anybody showed up to her house. She was all by herself. She usually stayed naked in the house to avoid spoiling her clothes. There are times when she gets desperate while cooking and leaks in the kitchen. She only wears clothes when the delivery boy comes to take the delivery. One day she receives a call from her cousin Madhu. Meena's niece, (Madhu's daughter) Akansha got admission in a college which was near Meena's home, so Madhu wanted Akansha to stay wtih Meena. Meena was really happy to host Akansha but was also worried about her condition. She went to the railway station to pick up Akansha. The train was late by an hours and all she could do was to wait. She started playing Candy Crush (this game is really popular among ladies above 30 in India.) on her mobile to kill the time. t's been 45 minutes since she had last visited the bathroom. The urge to pee started to grow and it was getting stronger as every second passed. There were still 15 minutes for the train to arrive at the station and another 15 minutes to reach home. She was getting very nervous. She knew it won't be long when she starts leaking. She immediately went to the toilet but one stall was occupied and the other one was pretty dirty. She went back to the waiting room disappointed. “Bass kuch ki der ki baat hai, abhi aa jayegi train. Phir kuch hi der mei mai ghar par pahuch kar susu kar paungi.” (It’s just a matter of a few minutes, the train will be here anytime. Then I will be on my way to home where I can pee in peace.) She thought to herself trying to reassure herself. She was constantly rubbing her thighs and biting her lips in tension. She had crossed her legs very tightly. She knew that situation is about to get worse if nothing is done about this problem. Finally the announcement was made that the train is arriving at the platform in 5 minutes. This announcement relieved Meena. She got a little bit too relieved and accidentally relaxed her muscles which caused her to dribble in her panties. She panicked and immediately held her very tightly. Luckily there were no stains on her salwar and even if there were any, her long kurta would cover her properly. The train finally arrived at the platform. Meena somehow got up and went to the platform to greet Akansha. She was finding it very hard to stand still but she had to maintain her composure. She cannot just start doing a pee-pee dance in front of a massive crowd. Akansha came out of the train wearing a yellow top and denim jeans. She was warmly greeted by Meena. They hugged each other. Meena helped Akansha carry her luggage to the car. Akansha was walking in a weird way almost like a duck. Meena found it very odd but she was too busy to handle her own situation and ignored it. They put the luggage in th trunk and were good to go. While driving, Meena was panicking. “Aree yaar bacchi ke saamne kuch gadbad na ho jaye. Badi bezatti ho jayegi.” (Please! Nothing happens in front of the kid. This would be very humiliating.) She again reassured herself, “nahi yaar kuch nahi hoga, bass 10 minute ki hi toh baat hai.” On their way home, they were stuck in an unexpected traffic jam. Meena whispered, “aree yaar, abhi hi kyon jam mei fasna tha.” (Aww man! Why only now we had to be stuck in a traffic jam?”) Akansha heard her whispering gibberish, “Aapne kuch kaha kya mausi ji?” (Did you said something aunty?) Meena replied in a no. She was constantly honking at the cars ahead of her but it was useless. They didn’t seem to be moving. She was beginning to leak and small spurts of pee were coming out of her pussy occasionally. She also saw Akansha shuffling and squirming on her seat. She asked, kya hua Akansha? Sab theek toh hai na?” (What happened Akansha? Is everything okay?”) Akansha replied hesitantly “Kuch nahi mausi ji who bass…..” (Nothing aunty, it’s just…..). “Bolo beta sharmao mat.” (Speak child, don’t be shy.) “Mujhe bahut zor ki susu aayi hai.” (I really need to pee.) Meena now understood the whole situation. She was right about that unusual duck walk. “Koi baat nahi, tum chinta mat karo. Bass jaise hi yeh traffic jam khulta hai, hum 5 minute mei apne ghar par honge.” (It’s alright, you don’t worry. As soon as this traffic clears off, we will reach home in 5 minutes.) Meena was trying her best not to look desperate and at the same time was trying to comfort Akansha as well. Eventually the traffic cleared off. Meena was driving the car like a professional NASCAR racer. The situation was really intense. Meena had already leaked enough that the wet patch had reached her thighs. On the other hand Akansha was holding herself very tightly. From the perspective of Meena, it was difficult to tell if she had leaked but her expressions told a whole different story. They were finally home. Meena quickly parked the car and both of them made a wild dash towards the main gate holding their crotch with their hands. Meena was really struggling to find the door keys. When she finally found them, her hands were trembling which made it difficult to open the lock. She was able to do it. It was pretty obvious that Akansha had known till now that Meena was also very desperate. They went to the toilet hopping like bunnies. “Mausi pehle mai jau please?” (Aunty, may I go first please?”). Meena wanted to say no but she couldn’t bring herself to say it and she let Akansha go first. Akansha quickly unbuckled her belt and almost ripped her jeans to get it out of the way. She sild down her thongs and sat down on the seat. PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH………………………. A loud hissing sound was echoing in the toilet. Akansha was very happy that she made it. Outside the toilet Meena could hear the hissing sound of pee and it made situations worse for her. She started banging on the door. “Beta please zara jaldi karo, thoda urgent hai.” (Child please hurry up a bit, it’s a bit urgent) “Bas do minute mausi, abhi aayi” (I will be out in just 2 minutes aunty.) Akansha responded. Now the stain had reached to her calves and was visible even with her long kurta covering her to the knees. Finally the noise of the flush was heard. Akansha came out. Meena almost pushed her to sit on the toilet seat. She was in no condition of locking it so just left it shut. She started undoing her naada ( A thread or lace that holds the salwar on the waist, pretty much like a belt.) But it got stuck. “Shit shit shit! Yeh bhi abhi hona tha.” (This had to happen now only) Meena started yelling. Akansha got scared and asked, “Mausi sab theek toh hai na.” (Is everything ok Aunty?) “Kuch nahi who meri salwar ka naada phas gaya hai. Zara please meri madad kar do.” (Nothing. It’s just the lace of my salwar is stuck. Could you please help me out?) Akansha went inside and saw her mausi (Mother’s sister is called mausi) really struggling. She tried undoing the knot of the naada. But it was too late. The floodgates opened involuntarily. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH………………………… Meena was peeing herself in front of her niece. She was really shocked. It’s been really a long time since she had an accident in front of anyone. She sat down in her own puddle with tears in her eyes. TO BE CONTINUED So this wraps up chapter-01 of the story. Hope you all enjoyed reading it. I was really helped by @Kate95 in this so thank you very much. As I always say, do let me know your views and suggestions about this one. I am open to constructive criticism. Also if you want to give any ideas for the upcoming chapters, you can share them as well. I will surely try to consider them.
  15. So this is extremely embarrassing but I’m currently on a long trip traveling with two of my coworkers from work. We have been stuck in traffic for ages now and no end in sight. Needless to say I NEED to pee. I’m trying to stop soon but it’s not looking good because we are on a company travel bus that I don’t have control over when it stops or not. I was wondering if anyone had any tips to hold it or not? I’m just like REALLY struggling right now. Might be the worst that I’ve ever had to go pee in my life. Please just PM me if you are interested in my beyond extreme desperation or have any tips. I just need to be distracted right now😅
  16. "Who feels like going for a drink in the city?" someone asked. "Sorry, not me," said Susan, "I'm completely done for the week. I'm getting in my car now and driving straight home." "I'll catch up with you on the way," Bart laughed. "My car is broken, but the leasing company is bringing a replacement car in fifteen minutes." The cheerful twinkle in Bart's eyes melted Susan's heart. Since Willem had left her, she had become more than fond of her new colleague. However, being insecure, she had not dared to do anything with those feelings yet. She was well aware that, as a well-proportioned young woman, she was popular with the opposite sex. However, strangely enough, that did not give her the confidence she needed to ask Bart out. After all, he had never shown any sign of liking her more than just being nice. Either way, Susan's mind was now set on something completely different than her attractive colleague. "Have a great weekend, everyone!" Susan grabbed her bag and walked down the hall. She needed to use the bathroom. The three large glasses of water she had had this afternoon had not gone unnoticed. She passed the women's restrooms and walked to the exit. On her smartphone, she checked the traffic reports. At least an hour's delay on her route, she noted with satisfaction. Before getting into her car, she carefully covered the seat with a large plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan. Susan felt a pleasant tension in her bladder. Today it was going to happen! Since it had happened involuntarily half a year ago, she had fantasized about it constantly: peeing in her pants in her car, surrounded by hundreds of unsuspecting drivers on the road. The time she had lost control of her bladder had been a revelation for her. She had discovered how exciting it is to do something that you're not supposed to do as an adult woman, according to social norms. In the past few months, she had peed in her pants in front of the mirror in her bedroom, enjoying the warm sensation on her legs and the sight of the steadily spreading dark spot in her pants. The excitement that had come over her had always ended in a powerful, self-induced orgasm. Two weeks ago, Susan had gone out on the street for the first time in her wet pants. With her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of the secret hidden under her long coat, she had walked through the busy city center for an hour. But she wanted more: she wanted to feel that tension again, the impending loss of control, being overwhelmed by an untamable primal force. And thanks to her full bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stopped traffic, it was about to happen now. She was about to leave the parking lot when there was a knock on the passenger door window. It was Bart, who opened the door with a red face from the effort. "Good thing I caught up with you," he gasped. "The leasing company just called to say they can't arrange a replacement car today. Could I maybe ride with you?" Bart lived less than a kilometer from her, and she had just confidently stated that she would drive straight home. Susan couldn't think of any excuse why she couldn't give Bart a lift. "Sure, no problem," she forced a smile. A moment later, Bart was sitting next to her, talking non-stop about his plans for the weekend. Susan began to panic slightly: there she was, facing hours of traffic with a pressing need to go to the bathroom, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone else. She wouldn't make it home dry without going to the bathroom. She had done everything she could to make that impossible. The restroom in the office building was tempting, but she found it embarrassing to make a U-turn after only ten meters of driving for a bathroom break. That would make a strange impression on her passenger. She had always had difficulty talking to others about going to the bathroom. She knew that everyone did it, but she preferred not to remind other people that she had such primitive needs. Now she couldn't avoid it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station on the highway. She had to be able to make it. To relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, she squeezed her thighs tightly together. While Susan hurriedly drove towards the highway, she tried to chat with Bart. But she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. She felt like she could lose control of her bladder at any moment. If she didn't reach a toilet soon, she would pee in her pants in front of her handsome colleague like a little child. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bart looking at her. "Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?" he suddenly asked. Shit. That stupid thing popped out from under her legs. "Uh, these pants stain the upholstery," was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how idiotic it sounded: she had deliberately worn a slightly faded pair of jeans because they gave the most exciting stains when wet. But Bart seemed to accept her explanation. After ten kilometers on the highway, she took the relieving exit to the gas station. "Sorry, I need to use the toilet," she apologized, hastily getting out of the car. "No problem, it's better than doing it in your pants," Bart joked. Susan felt herself blush. Bart had no idea that was exactly what she had planned. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder with a clattering sound in the somewhat grimy but oh so welcome Shell toilet a little later. There seemed to be no end to her pee. She would never have been able to hold it for hours. She pulled up her underwear and jeans, grateful that they would remain bone dry today. "Okay, we're good to go," she said cheerfully as she got back behind the wheel. Not much later, they joined the end of a traffic jam. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It would take at least two more hours for them to get home. Although her original plan had fallen through, this sounded like music to Susan's ears: she would have Bart all to herself for a nice long time. Her relief at having an empty bladder was so great that her shyness had disappeared spontaneously. She chatted with Bart about small talk topics, feeling relaxed, and he seemed to be enjoying the conversation just as much as she was. They had just started talking about their mutual vacation plans when Susan realized she needed to pee again. Not as badly as before, but much more than you would expect twenty minutes after going to the bathroom. In her head, she went through what she had drunk that day. The three glasses of water she had in the afternoon were certainly good for a liter, but to make sure she would be bursting when she left, she had also had the necessary tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn't know exactly what the average woman's bladder capacity was, but when Susan added up her fluid intake for the day, she could only conclude that her pee just now had only been the tip of the iceberg. Her body had now begun to eliminate the rest of the excess fluid. Initially, Susan wasn't too worried. She had already proven today that she could hold her pee for a long time, so she figured she could handle the few hours in the car. But soon she realized that her bladder was filling up at an accelerated pace. She began to panic, frantically trying to think of where the nearest toilet was. At cruising speed, it was at least another half an hour to the next gas station, she calculated. But the traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the much-needed bathroom could have been in Timbuktu for all she knew. "Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Bart asked. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," Susan replied. In the next half hour, they covered a measly five kilometers. Less than an hour after her liberating bathroom visit, Susan once again felt like her bladder could explode at any moment. Restlessly, she shifted in her seat. She might be able to hold it for another fifteen minutes, but her self-created doom was inevitable: whether she wanted to or not, she was going to pee her pants. Susan thought back to how it had gone last time. She had resisted nature's call with all her might, and as a result, had lost control of her body for ten whole seconds. Perhaps it would be better if she took matters into her own hands this time, and controlled the release of her pee little by little. Hopefully, her pants wouldn't get soaked through so quickly, and the liquid, which would inevitably seek the lowest point, could reach her seat undetected. If she behaved as normally as possible, Bart might not notice anything! With a sideways glance at the man next to her, Susan cautiously relaxed her sphincter muscle. Immediately, she felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid filling her panties. A moment later, she regained control of her bladder with some effort. She looked down as inconspicuously as possible. The fabric of her jeans between her legs showed a small wet spot, but Bart probably wouldn't be able to see it from his position. Susan let some more urine flow again, this time for a little longer. She felt her buttocks becoming damp. Unconsciously, she let out a sigh. "Isn't this traffic frustrating?" said Bart. "Yes, very annoying," said Susan, secretly releasing a warm stream from her body for the third time. "Could you pass me my bag, please?" Bart handed her the handbag he had placed on the floor in front of him when they got in the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. She casually left the bag on her lap, shielding the slowly growing wet spot in her crotch. She dared to relax a little more, but remained constantly aware of her thoroughly wet buttocks. Two endless hours later, Susan parked her car in front of Bart's house. Her bladder was still about to burst. During the ride, she had been able to relieve some of the pressure by letting a little bit of pee out at a time, but because the back of her pants had limited absorption capacity, she still had to hold back. If she had opened all the floodgates, the pee would undoubtedly have seeped through to the front of her pants, and her handbag would no longer have hidden her shame from Bart. To her dismay, Bart had even offered to put her bag on the back seat, but she had managed to dissuade him with an excuse. "Hey, I was thinking," said Bart. "You're probably too tired to cook for yourself. Why don't you join me for dinner? I'll make a delicious risotto." Having dinner at Bart's house! Susan would have loved nothing more, but she had made it impossible for herself. "Uh, some other time, please," she stammered. "But I'm really tired now. I'm going to lie on the couch at home." "I have a couch too, you know," Bart said invitingly. "No, thank you, I really prefer to go home." Bart seemed disappointed but didn't insist further. "Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!" Susan let out a deep sigh. She had made it. She had wet herself, but Bart hadn't noticed a thing. Now that all the tension was released, Susan could no longer hold her protesting bladder in check. Before she had even left the street, she felt her body fluid rushing out uncontrollably between her legs. She threw her handbag on the back seat and looked in amazement at her pants, which became soaking wet in a matter of seconds. The modest wet spot in her crotch rapidly spread over the inside of her thighs. The fabric around her buttocks was now completely saturated. Moisture began to drip from the plastic bag on the floor. Undoubtedly, the makeshift protective layer would not adequately protect the seat of her chair. She didn't care and made no effort to regain control. She continued to pee in one long spurt that seemed to last forever. Like a baby, she was peeing herself, but she felt stronger than ever. No one could touch her. She did whatever she felt like doing, defying all prevailing conventions. Involuntarily, she pressed the gas pedal a little harder. When a traffic light turned red, she quickly made an extra sprint. Adrenaline surged through her body. It took a while for the police car's stop sign to penetrate her consciousness and for her to crash back down to earth. "So, madam," said the officer when Susan rolled down her window, "it seems like you were in quite a hurry. You just drove through the red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?" "No, I'm sorry," said Susan meekly, "I just wasn't paying attention. I understand if I get a fine for that." With her arms, she tried to hide the large wet spots on her pant legs as best she could. "I do need to issue you a ticket for this," said the officer. "May I see your driver's license?" Shit. Susan's driver's license was in the bag she had just thrown onto the back seat with a big sweep. It was out of her reach. She would have to turn a quarter turn and stretch to reach it. The officer would have a clear view of her soaking wet behind. She started sweating. For the second time today, she had gotten herself into trouble. "No, sorry," she answered as kindly as possible, "I accidentally left my driver's license at home this morning. Could you perhaps check my details based on my license plate?" "Could you step out of the car, please?" asked the officer. "It's easier to talk that way." He clearly had no intention of letting Susan off easily. "Um, can't we just do it like this, I uh..." stuttered Susan. "Madam, I request that you leave your vehicle," the man repeated in a pressing tone. It was clear that the officer would not tolerate any objections, and that Susan would only get herself into more trouble if she refused to cooperate. Hesitantly, Susan opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the soaking wet fabric of her pants sticking to her legs. She could have died of shame. "As you probably know," the officer began his sermon, "since 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 must have a form of identification..." He didn't finish his sentence. The stern expression on his face gave way to astonishment. It took him a while to realize what he was seeing. Standing before him was an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes, and feminine curves in all the right places, who had wet herself. The large wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she was unsuccessfully trying to cover with her hands, left no doubt about this. In the reflection of the car window, he could see that the fabric around her well-shaped buttocks was soaked. Ashamed, Susan looked down at her feet. "Y-you can go home," stammered the officer, bewildered. "We all make mistakes." After one last shy glance at Susan's pants, he walked back to his car. With a pounding heart, Susan slammed the door behind her as she arrived home. The car ride had become more thrilling than she had anticipated. First, she had secretly wet herself in front of her colleague, and then she had exposed herself to a complete stranger. She had endured anxious moments, but now that she was safely home, excitement took over. She took off the long coat that had concealed her wet pants from unsuspecting passersby on the street. In her bedroom mirror, she examined the dark blue stains on her pants. She flopped down on her bed. When she rolled over, large moist spots remained where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay on her back and ran her hands over her wet pant legs. She pulled her pants down and touched her soaked panties. Then Susan could no longer resist the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Moments later, she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages.
  17. Hey guys! Long time lurker, first time poster here. I’ve got quite a few stories to share but thought that I’d start with my most recent experience, which has a mix of accidental leaks, a hold with a desperate wetting and finally two accidental settings after the hold. The story starts with me being away from home, I had a 4 hour drive ahead of me to get back so left fairly early to get on the road. Since I was driving I was in some nice comfy clothes, a white T-shirt with a black jumper over the top and a pair of dark blue cotton boxer briefs with a pair of grey sweatpants over the top of that. I packed my bag into the car, said farewell to my friend who had hosted me and jumped in the drivers seat before getting up maps on my phone. The first 2 hours passed without incident and I pulled into a services for my breakfast, where I had a bacon roll and coffee, before hitting the road. I didn’t go to the bathroom as I thought I’d be safe after only having a coffee - this would turn out to be a mistake! I got a notification once I was back driving that one of the roads I normally take was closed and so I was getting rerouted. The change in route added another 30 minutes onto the drive, but I wasn’t too concerned. Once I turned off the motorway, I passed a services at the junction and decided to challenge myself to hold until I got home since I knew no one was there, so I drove past and pushed on. Unfortunately the new route was down horrendously tight and bendy country roads and, to make matters worse, I was stuck behind a truck. I was watching the time tick up on my phone and started to feel the familiar twinge of my bladder reminding me it existed and was getting full after my coffee. There were no services or even lay-bys to pull over in that I could see and I started to panic that I may have bitten off more than I could chew with the hold. I was proven right with about 30 minutes left as I ended up stuck behind a bus, who was even slower than the truck. By this point I was sweating despite the AC being on and was shifting in my seat. Whenever I wasn’t needing to change gear I was squeezing my dick through my sweatpants to help hold it. 10 or so minutes later I felt myself leak and my heart rate went through the roof, I frantically grabbed my dick again and whenever I could, took my eyes off the road to assess the damage. Luckily, because of how it was positioned, it seemed pretty confined to between my legs. Following one such check, we came to a tight corner and the bus slammed on its brakes. I saw the brake lights illuminate out of the corner of my eye so started to brake, whipping my hand off my crotch and onto the gearstick. As I did so I felt another leak escape and felt warmth spreading down my thighs a bit. I had another check and established it had spread down towards my butt and had also gotten the seat a bit wet. I spent the final 10-15 minutes willing the bus to faster and moaning as I fought waves of desperation, eventually I pulled in to the car park outside my house and had a quick damage assessment. Although it was mainly confined between my legs, a small amount had worked it’s way back down over my butt and thanks to the grey sweatpants, it was obvious. Now I’ve been in worse states before (including pissing myself as I’ve gotten out the car and walked in) and as far as I’m aware I’ve never been seen by anyone when I have had previous accidents, but I was still worried someone would see me, especially with it being just after 1PM and broad daylight. I looked around frantically and grabbed my coat from the footwell of the passenger side. Satisfied there was no one around, I jumped out the car walked round to the boot and grabbed my suitcase and backpack out. I kept my coat hung in front of me to hide any evidence of my accident from the front and walked towards the front door, heart beating like a drum and an ache in my bladder. I made the door, unlocked it and dove in, dropping my bags to the side and locking the door behind me. Delighted that I had it to the safety of the house, I decided to do an impromptu hold, chugged a 500ml bottle of water, poured another one and made myself a cup of coffee which I slowly drank. I put a towel down on the sofa, stayed in my already wet clothes as I knew they would be getting totally soaked in no time and turned on my PlayStation. My legs were shaking and I was already struggling to focus at this point and I very quickly had to stand up to help hold it, moving the towel to the floor so I could stand on it. After another 15/20 minutes I had a leak which I couldn’t have controlled if I wanted to, my bladder was screaming at me and I couldn’t stand still. I leaked again not long after that and then continued to have little leaks and dribbles as I tried to focus on my game. Knowing that a complete wetting wasn’t far off, I ran to the shower and jumped in. Almost instantly I felt my bladder give out and hit pee began to fill my pants and run down my legs. I peed for what felt like about a minute and felt so relaxed afterwards. I peeled my wet clothes off me and started to shower. Now I’ve always noticed after a hold, my bladder gets a lot weaker. I don’t know if anyone else has ever noticed this too? As I was in the shower I got a ridiculously sudden urge to pee and started peeing almost instantly, this was a sign of things to come! I finished up, got out and chucked on some red cotton boxer briefs and some grey sweatpant material shorts. I went downstairs, made myself another coffee and remembering what had happened in the shower, moved the towel back onto the sofa and I was glad I did! About 10 minutes later, I felt the very sudden urge to pee and began leaking immediately. I paused my game and grabbed my dick to try and stem it, before jumping up and making a run for the toilet. I didn’t make it and I totally peed myself before I could even get near the toilet, completely by accident. The sound of my pee splashing off the wooden floor sounded deafening and I could feel embarrassment and shame rising in my stomach (as I always do after a true accident), despite there being no one else around. Following the clean up I decided to just wear 3 pairs of boxer briefs and dispense with any shorts or anything to make sure I wouldn’t have a ridiculously large wash if I kept having accidents. Thank god I did, because when the urge hit again it was sudden yet again. This time I instantly paused my game and jumped up for a dash to the toilet. I started to leak as I got in so just jumped in the shower and totally wet myself again. Following the final wetting I gave up and put on a pull up, deciding that I already had enough washing!
  18. Im going to keep this one short but I finally got to do somthing I have been planning for a longtime. So I went out of state for a week and drove. Its a 10 hour drive and I figured on the way back Id give my bladder a test and play a game no stopping to use the bathroom. Any way got 5 hours and and totally pissed myself. Peed a bit in my car seat then pulled to side of the road where thankfully it was completely dead and just release a torrential down pour of pee into my leggings and panties. It was orgasmic that was the most public wetting I have ever done. Any way when i was getting back in my car I notice my seat was already soaked and said screw it Ill clean it when i get home. So I just kept wetting the seat through out my drive until I finally made it home. Best road trip ever!!!
  19. View File Desperate car ride A woman desperate to pee sits in the backseat of a car and tries her best to hold it but ends up wetting herself. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 04/10/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  20. Has anyone ever had an actual true wetting accident in front of their friend/friends? Even a significant other would probably qualify. For example, not being able to hold it in the car, getting scared on a rollercoaster, being tickled, stuck in an elevator, etc. If so, what happened and how did they react?
  21. I know, I know, another really long post. But if you can fight your social media-decreased attention span, I’m sure you’ll like this story. The weather was actually nice recently, for once. Me and my wife decided to go out and about after dinner, no where in particular. We stopped for some ice cream after a while, and after that we just kept on driving around. I noticed that she was crossing her legs while sitting in the passenger seat, so I suspected that she hadn’t used the bathroom in a while. My suspicions were proven correct after her hand slowly slipped down into her crotch. I still didn’t say anything. I wanted to see how desperate she would get before she piped up. After a little bit, she looked at me with that concerned look and asked me to pull over. In typical me fashion, I told her that she would have to wait because I didn’t know where she could discreetly pee. She sighed heavily and grabbed her crotch a little more. I’m sure I could have found a public bathroom or dumpster for her to pee behind, but if you’ve read my posts, you know that both me and my wife love to torture her. Only 10 minutes went by and she was crossing her legs every few seconds, leaning forward, and rubbing her crotch. That’s when we saw a gas station. ”Babe there’s a gas station right there, pull over!” “Where, I don’t see it?” ”ITS RIGHT THERE!” I pretended to not notice until it was too late. “UUUGGGHH YOU ASSHOLE!” I couldn’t stop laughing as her face turned bright red. “CMON, I’m gonna pee myself!” “You know what the punishment is for peeing in the seat right?” “It’s not my fault that you won’t pull over!” “Just hold it in then.” “I CANT!!!” This teasing went on for some time. (BTW, that punishment is a spanking. We love doing this. If she can’t hold it, she gets spanked. At least, when the kids are asleep) She kept squirming around for a while. Her urge got worse. Her squirming was much harder, and so was, something else. I finally pulled into a gas station and offered to escort her to the bathroom, but she refused. She was afraid I was going to try something, and to her credit, I do do that a lot. I sat in my car and watched the whole ordeal. She went up to the bathroom and pulled the handle, but it didn’t budge. She banged on the door and potty danced in front of it. It started off small. She tried to not make a big scene and was trying her best to not use her hands or bend over. Only thing was now she looked like she was running in place. She banged on the door again. This time she couldn’t take it. She doubled over and shoved her hands in her crotch. Her pants fell slightly off her waist, flashing her ass crack to the whole world. She didn’t notice because all her attention was on her bladder. I probably should have told her that gas station bathrooms usually require a key from the employee to unlock, but I held back, wanting to watch the show. She appeared as if she was about to try and pop a squat, but with no privacy, she aborted and potty dance-ran back to the car. “Oh my god, I have to go so bad! Hurry up and get home!” “You could just pee your pants.” ”NO!” It was only a few minutes till we reached home, but for her (in her down words) it felt like hours. When we pulled into the driveway, she snatched the keys from me, so I couldn’t take my time opening the door. But she was so frantic, she kept fumbling with the keys, it probably would have been faster if I went really slow and tease her. I put my hand on her lower back and immediately noticed how sweaty it was. Not sure if this is a gross detail for some of you, but me personally, imaging a woman being so desperate that the sweat from her back is dripping down into her crack, turns me on instantly. Her crotch was wet, it was showing from the front and back. She had been leaking for a while. She kept whimpering as she tried to u lock the door, but her balder finally gave up, and she dumped the entire contents of her bladder through her pants and onto the from porch. She practically cried tears of joy. She must have peed for almost a minute. When she finally finished, she got the door unlocked and immediately went straight to our bedroom. Before I did the same, I checked the passenger seat. Small dark spot. Her ass would be red tonight. When I got in the bedroom, she was stripping down. She lifted up her pants and inspected the damage. Same with her panties. I undid my belt, letting her hear the jangling of my buckle before sliding it out. “I saw the puddle.” She blushed super hard. “I guess it’s too late to negotiate?” Indeed, it was. She bent over and put her hands on the bed. I gave her a good spanking and, uh, well, let’s just say she didn’t have to move from that position, quite so immediately.
  22. Hi! So this is my first attempt at a story. I hope you like it!! There was no other way to describe it. Sasha needed to pee. NOW. She was in the backseat of a cab trying desperately not to release the flood inside of her. It's not like she had WANTED to get this desperate, but she was at a bar and this dress was way too difficult to get on and off to pee, so she just decided to hold it. She wiggled and grabbed her crotch tightly as she leaked on this cab's seat. She started to quietly whimper as another long spurt escaped her. Finally, she made it home. Sasha quickly paid the driver and rushed out, ignoring the small wet spot she was leaving behind. She bolted up her door, leaving drops of pee trailing behind her, but was holding her crotch too tightly to open the door. She whined as another long spurt escaped, and she realized she was not going to make it. Not even caring any more, she lifted her dress, yanked her already wet underwear out of the way, and let loose. A strong jet of urine exploded out of her, and she moaned so loud, it was a wonder no one peeked to see what was happening. She peed and moaning for 2 minutes straight before finally stopping. Sasha sighed and finally unlocked her door and went inside, leaving behind a large puddle on her doorstep. Sorry it's so short! I'm on my phone and this is my first attempt at something, so I decided to just keep it short. I'm open to any and all suggestions for improvements!!!
  23. Hi, so this is just me trying out some fiction (based loosely on true stories), it's not thought-out, just stream of consciousness, there's gonna be typos. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The rain pattered the roof of the car as it inched along the packed highway. Tony glanced over to the passenger seat, where Kam, his girlfriend, was quietly squirming. He felt a sympathy twinge in his own bladder as he thought of how long she had been holding. The last time she’d had a chance to use the bathroom was probably before they left their apartment, almost 12 hours ago. The two empty water bottles she downed on the ride over crinkled in the backseat. Kam squeezed her eyes shut, her bladder felt so hard against her seatbelt. The rain kept invading her efforts to keep her mind off all the drinks she’d had that day; a large coffee at the conference cafe, two large green teas during the reception, and a hot chocolate on the drive home. Their contents sloshed around in her bladder as she squirmed, making their presences constantly known. She felt her face redden each time she caught Tony glimpsing in her direction, both hands buried between her legs, but she couldn’t help it. She felt the tingling in her lady parts that comes from desperately needing to pee. She couldn’t help getting turned on, which wasn’t helping her condition. Little did she know, but Tony himself wasn’t glancing just out of curiosity; he had been secretly monitoring her progress, admiring her capacity to hold so much and appear as if nothing was amiss. Each time she squeezed her legs together or grunted softly, he felt his dick twitch with excitement. “Babe,” Tony said, “How’re you doing?” “Mmph, I have to pee so bad,” she replied, curling slightly on her side and turning towards him. Tony placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed slightly, “Can you hold it?” “Yeah babe,” she said, but not without a soft groan escaping without her realizing. “Just try to relax a little,” Tony said, trying to be helpful, “maybe unzip your pants?” Kam unbuttoned and unzipped the waist of her jeans, feeling her belly relax at the extra space. “That helps a little,” she breathed with relief. Soon enough, however, her bladder had filled past the temporary relief and Kam was back to squirming, this time strongly enough to shake the car back and forth. “Oh my god,” she gasped, while pulling both hands up against her pussy, trying to ease the tingling pressure of a whole day’s bladder pushing against her urethra. “Babe, it’s getting bad,” Tony, who had been feeling his own bladder for the past half hour or so, replied, “Just keep holding it, baby,” “No, you don’t understand,” Kam grunted, “like, it’s really REALLY bad! My bladder is still filling up from that hot chocolate. Here, feel,” Kam moved Tony’s hand from her thigh to her lower belly, where he felt a taught mass spanning between her belly button and the seam of her panties. He couldn’t help feeling shocked, he had no idea she had been holding this much. “Oh my god, babe,” he whispered, “that’s so much!” “I knowwwww” Kam moaned quietly. “I haven’t gone since last night,” “Last night?? Why didn’t you pee while you were getting ready this morning?” Tony asked. “I didn’t have to go then,” Kam replied, breathlessly. She didn’t want to tell him the truth: she enjoyed needing to pee, especially in situations like the conference, where she didn’t have a choice but to hold it. She loved the feeling of rushing to the bathroom once she got home and pissing hard into the toilet, especially when Tony was within earshot. (She remembered him once telling her, in a drunken stupor which he didn’t remember, how he gets turned on when he hears women pissing, and she had since been trying to get him to admit his fetish) However, she hadn’t predicted the standstill traffic they had been in for the past hour and a half. The pressure in her bladder was incredible; she couldn’t stop moving around and whispering “oh my god, oh my god,” Tony squeezed the tip of his dick through his jeans, his bladder twinged slightly. He sighed in amazement, his girlfriend hadn’t peed in nearly 20 hours, it was incredible. And here he was, having just been holding for 6 hours, and almost all filled up. He’d always had a small bladder, which, although a source of insecurity during his grade school years, was more of a blessing in disguise for someone who loved the feeling of being desperate. There were even a few times where he’d full-on peed himself in front of Kam, some of which weren’t completely accidental. Looking back on it, he hoped it hadn’t been too obvious that he was hinting at his fetish, testing the waters to gauge her reactions. He was too nervous to come outright and just say something about it, he was too much in love to risk it all. Kam, on much the same note, had restricted mentioning anything relating to omorashi to Tony, having had more than one relationship end as a result of admitting her fetish. But she had more pressing matters to attend to, specifically the weight of her rock-hard bladder pressing against her peehole. They had barely moved 50 feet in 20 minutes. There was no way she would be able to hold all of her pee for what would surely be hours before they would reach home, but there was nowhere else to go, so she just had to keep holding. She had never actually wet before, as in fully lost control. She remembers leaking once or twice, but she’d always been close enough to a bathroom to keep holding the rest. Her bladder had always been incredibly strong, such that she didn’t actually know how much would be too much. But tonight may just be that night, she thought to herself. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, clenching her thighs together and squirming in her seat. She stuck one hand straight down her pants to hold herself from the inside, and the other hand clenched the seat’s armrest. “Wow,” Tony whispered to himself, as he felt his penis become semi-erect inside his pants. Kam noticed his hand placement over his crotch, and smiled slightly to herself, looking quizzically up at his face. “I kinda gotta go too,” Tony replied to her expression, feeling a little embarrassed and averting his eyes back to the road. “Oh, I see,” Kam replied, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. But she couldn’t spare any extra energy to think any more about Tony’s odd reaction to her desperation. The car was now violently rocking back and forth as she moved, trying every position possible to get a little relief. “Babe, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this,” she groaned, looking up at Tony. “There’s nowhere to pull off, baby,” he replied. They were surrounded by cars on all sides, he couldn’t even change lanes if he wanted to. “I don’t want to get the seats wet,” Kam depaired. “Here,” Tony replied, shifting slightly to take his hoodie off, “sit on this,” he passed it over to her. “I don't want to get your new sweatshirt wet, babe.” Kam said. “It doesn’t matter honey, I’ll just wash it.” Tony reassured her. “Help?” Kam asked, shifting her hips to one side so Tony could place the shirt under her butt. “Umghhh,” she grunted in pain as she settled back into the seat, feeling less anxious now that it was more protected. She really didn’t want to pee all over Tony’s car. But it was looking less and less like she would have any other choice, her bladder was twinging in pain every couple of seconds, and her entire belly felt full of liquid. She could barely touch her bladder without pee dripping into her panties, she was literally full to the brim. “Babe…” she said softly. “Yeah honey?” he replied, gently rubbing her leg. “I don’t think I can hold this any longer for real,” she said, “I’m truly filled all the way up.” “And it doesn’t look like we will be moving anytime soon,” Tony said, pointing to the map on his phone, showing a red line all the way down the highway. Some of the cars around them had turned off their engines, and Tony did the same. “There must have been an accident somewhere up the highway,” he said. “There’s about to be an accident here,” Kam said, smirking slightly. Tony squeezed her thigh and kissed her head. “You may just need to let it go here, baby,” he said. Kam continued to struggle, “It’s going to go everywhere, babe, I need to find something I can pee on. Do you have any towels in here?” “No baby,” Tony looked in the backseat. Aha! We do have these, though,” he held up the two empty water bottles from that morning. “The opening is really small,” Kam noticed. “I’ll help you, don’t worry,” Tony reassured her. He helped her remove her pants, one leg at a time as she strained to keep the contents of her overfull bladder from spilling out. Kam took her shirt off as well, so she could better see what she was doing, and turned on her phone flashlight. She looked nervously at the cars around them. “Don’t worry, it’s too dark for anyone to see what we’re doing here,” Tony said. He stopped in his tracks when Kam fixed the phone to shine on her lap. Her bladder was bulging completely out of her belly, a clear outline from hip bone to hip bone, all the way down to her vulva. Tony had never seen a bladder bulge in person before, only videos. And Kam was a bit chubby too, so he was even more impressed at how visible it was. There must have been over a liter of piss inside her. As she moved towards the edge of the seat, he noticed a quarter-sized wet spot on his gray hoodie. “Ughhhh, hurry up babe,” Kam moaned, as she felt a little bit of piss escape her tightly clenched peehole. Tony saw a few drops come out between her fingers, as he rushed the cap off the bottle and hurried to place it in position. “You need to take your hands away, baby,” he said, “I need to see where to put the bottle.” Kam bore down and clenched everything as hard as she could. Tony gently lifted her fingers away from her peehole, and took a second to admire his beautiful girlfriend. She was clenched in the seat, her vagina and peehole both dripping, her pussy lips sleek with piss. She trembled slightly, and he could see a perfect drop escape her peehole and run down her vulva. “Please, babe,” she gasped, “Hurry!” Tony placed the bottle directly over her peehole, pressing in slightly. “Okay baby, it’s ready.” A violent PSSHHHSHPPSHH sound filled the air as a thick stream splashed into the bottle. “OH-OHHHH” Kam moaned in relief, the feeling of the piss streaming down her urethra was orgasmic. Tony gasped at how powerful her stream was, almost too thick to be caught by the bottle, her peehole wide open and gushing. Barely 10 seconds in, the bottle was almost filled up. “Baby!” Tony bolted, “hang on, I need to get the other bottle,” “WHAT?!” Kam gasped, grabbing onto Tony’s arm, “It’s full already?? I can’t stop it babe!!” “Here! Hold this bottle,” Tony gestured to the one which was entirely filled with clear-yellow pee. He removed it from her vulva, and pressed his index finger against her peehole, stemming the flow. “Ungggh,” Kam strained, feeling her urethra burn with pressure as her pee strained against his finger. Pressurized jets of pee burst from around his finger, the pressure was too much to be held back. He didn’t have time to marvel, however, as he rushed the second bottle and placed it against her urethra, removing his finger. Pee burst into this bottle as well as Kam fastened the bottle cap on the full bottle and placed it in the cupholder. She leaned back and closed her eyes, as her bladder burst, leaning into Tony. He kissed her head amorously, enjoying her expression of pure relief almost as much as she was. Kam was brought out of this state by the sound of the second bottle filling up too with piss. Tony felt her try and clench down to stem the flow, but he just whispered, “Don’t bother, baby. Just relax.” Kam, still slightly worried, simply leaned her face into his shoulder and stopped trying to stop the flow, closing her eyes. She kept a hand cradling her bladder as she felt it slowly deflate back into its normal position. Tony laughed slightly as the second bottle forcefully overflowed, and he balled up his sweatshirt and pressed it against her pussy, a roaring hiss emanating from it. He had never even imagined someone pissing as hard as his girlfriend was at that very moment. Soon, even the sweatshirt was soaked, and he tossed it to the ground with a splat. Now unobstructed, a thick, unwavering stream of pee flowed from between her raised legs. Without thinking, Tony placed his hand against it, feeling the forcefulness. Kam, although in pure bliss from the relief, noticed this and placed her hand on top of his, acknowledging it. She looked up at Tony, while still peeing full force, and the couple passionately kissed. After almost 2 minutes, the stream finally died down to a trickle, splashing into the puddle that had formed in the footwell. Tony laughed as the trickle momentarily picked back up into a forceful stream before going back into a trickle. “I can’t believe how badly you had to go,” he marveled. “I know,” Kam replied, her voice full of relief, “I had to go for so long,” “I couldn’t tell at all!” Tony mused, “You didn’t show any signs.” Kam smiled and whispered, “I’ve gotten pretty good at hiding it,” and kissed Tony’s neck. “Ya come here often?” Tony said in an exaggerated New York accent jokingly, trying to hide his awkwardness in case Kam wasn’t actually admitting to holding her pee regularly. “I do,” she replied softly, leading Tony’s hand down to her pussy lips, where he could feel how slippery her vagina was. He looked into her brown eyes, and kissed her, embracing her forcefully, ecstatic at what she had just admitted. Kam laughed, enjoying this bear hug of a confirmation that Tony was indeed into omorashi too. Half an hour later, the traffic hadn’t moved an inch, and the happy couple, having cleaned up a bit, were still deep in embrace. Kam pushed gently into Tony as she shifted positions, and he gasped forcefully, doubling over. “What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned at Tony’s pained expression. Tony grabbed at his penis. He hadn’t noticed until Kam pushed into it, how full his bladder really was. Kam noticed this, and her concern melted away into amusement as she rubbed Tony’s lower abdomen. “So what’s this all about?” she asked playfully as she rubbed over his hard bladder. “Yeah…” Tony said playfully, “I don’t know..,” “Hmmm,” Kam giggled. “No but really I don’t think I can hold it any longer!” Tony blurted out, hurriedly unzipping his zipper and struggling to pull his erect penis out of his pants. Kam exclaimed with surprise and amusement as she watched Tony struggle and aim his penis, already pissing, into the puddle in the footwell. She took over aiming his penis, and gently kissed his shaft as he relaxed, pissing a thick stream. “That was so sudden,” she was laughing, amazed at how much Tony had been holding. His bladder definitely wasn’t as tiny as he made it seem. “Yeah sorry, seeing you desperate was helping me hold it,” Tony gestured to his erect member. Kam laughed as the couple relaxed into their second passionate kissing-while-pissing embrace of the night. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed! I may write more.
  24. I'm on a several hour drive and have to piss already
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