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Hi everyone! My first post in about 10 years , I thought I'd start with a very embarrassing, but very thrilling, public wetting. I was working out of town as a vendor for grocery stores. The job was easy and therefore boring, especially because I was way overqualified lol. To pass the time one day I decided to do a hold. I decided very early in the day, and began taking many trips to the water fountain. The entire time I was working, I plotted and schemed out a good spot to go and flood myself, playing out different scenarios in my head while my desperation grew. Bouncing up and down and stealing a sly pinch here and there, I went through my day. Finally I reached the end of my shift and it was time to go put my plan into action. Driving out of the parking lot, all I could think of was the sweet release and relief that was waiting for me. Now this was a very upscale and rich area, there was a very nice shopping center that had a large parking lot wrapping around back behind the center itself. This part of the parking lot was usually not very busy, and had a great view overlooking fields. In my head I was already there, blissfully peeing my pants. It was midday when I pulled in to find the shopping center bustling with people and very busy. There were no parking spots in the front, which made me wonder how busy the back lot was. To my dismay I found it to be quite a bit busier than normal. I circled around the lot, looking for the perfect secluded place. After a few minutes of this, I realized I was going to have to have an F it attitude. The quote unquote perfect place was not presenting itself, and I did not want to have an accident in the seat of my car. I pulled into a parking spot near the funnel entrance into the back lot. In my head I knew the spot was risky, anyone parked back there could walk around the corner at any moment, so I would have to be quick. I turned the car off, jumped out, lean back against my door ready to let go, when I hear voices. Now this shopping center also contained a gym, so of course 3 of the hottest mid to late 20 something women come strutting around the corner. Even with me knowing how risky this spot was I was still completely caught off guard, partly because I was having to throw the brakes on so close to relief, but also because the beauty of these women was staggering. I was at a 10 on the scale of desperation, literally leaking in my boxers, trying to hold on, and I have this perfect sideview over the top of my car. It's as if I was in a movie, and they were moving in slow motion. All three clad in different color spandex leggings, with thick round bootys that tapered to skinny waists and skimpy sports bras. Definitely the rich white girl look, with fancy bags and big sunglasses. I was very intimidated by them in the state I was in. My brain froze but my body moved, scrambling to look like I was doing something until they walked past my car. I opened my driver door and started digging around under my seat like I was looking for something. I planned to stay down there until they had walked by, closing my eyes and squeezing myself. But then I heard "Hey can we get in here ?" I look up in two of the women are standing in front of my door, I was confused at first, but then the lights went on... I was parked next to their SUV (insert face palm here). "Of course" I replied back "How's your day going ladies?" I wanted to sound smooth, but sounded more like a teenage boy hitting puberty. They kind of half smiled and gave a dry reply. Due to my desperation I awkwardly closed my door and slowly backed up to let them both get in. They didn't understand, and could tell were irritated I didn't move faster. Although, in my mind they were the ones going slow, taking forever to get in their suv. Here is where the all too familiar pang of my bladder giving out, told me time was almost up. Frozen in place, leaning back against my car. My only hope was that they pulled away in time. Again, like I was in a movie, the SUV backed out seemingly in slow motion. Little spurts of pee started to shoot out, as I feined a smile at the girl in the front passenger seat passing me. What happened next all happened at a lightning pace. The SUV finally backed out enough to be able to pull out, and began to turn and go forward. My bladder spasmed and spurted into my jeans. Thinking they were driving away I started to relax, looking down the front of my jeans began to darken, when there was a honk. A vehicle came speeding around the corner, cutting off the SUV, and forced the girls to stop. Problem was, they were stuck right in front of me! I managed to stop the flow momentarily, but I was already soaked down to my knee on one side. My predicament was on full display if the girls only look in front of them. I could see clearly through the front windshield. The woman driving was looking over her back shoulder, and her friends were making sure she was clear to go. Praying they would just drive off, my body gave in and involuntarily pushed, emptying like a pressure washer in my pants. All the while I was watching them. The girls head in the front passenger seat turned, and cocked sideways with a confused look on her face. My stomach dropped, I was caught. Reaching over she tapped the driver, who whipped her head around, and when she saw me, both of her hands went to her mouth. Helpless, I could feel the warmth reach my left sock, and start running down my other leg as I just stared back, my face was hot and definitely beet red. The third friends head popped out between them from the back seat, sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to see better, she visibly gasped in shock. Piss flowed like a river down both of my legs and splashed loudly on the ground now, intense feelings of relief and embarrassment were overwhelming. But my omo brain wanted to make the most of my beautiful audience. Dropping my head I lowered my gaze to the ground below me. With no one blocking them in still, I wondered what they were waiting for. Trying to relax I pushed as hard as I could. Pooling in my boxers with nowhere to go, it went up the front of my jeans soaking my white T in front up to my belly botton. I watched the darkness on my jeans grow. Wetness had now wrapped around the back, met up with the front at my knees and continued to climb up. Peeing for over a minute at this point, my power hold was biting me in the ass. I stole a glance up at the vehicle to see them all watching intently, and got my answer as to why they were waiting. The girl in the front passenger seat had her phone out I'm assuming to film or take pictures, while the other two watched with amused faces. As the flow slowed to a trickle I shrugged my shoulders, eliciting giggles from the girls. The driver looked over her shoulder and backed away while the other two waved sheepishly. I gave a defeated wave back and then they were gone. Letting out the last couple spurts, I observed that my puddle was in at least a 3 foot circle around me, running into the the empty parking space the girls vacated, and my pants were completely soaked save for thin dry strips running up my hips. My feet sloshed in my shoes as I quickly jumped into my car and drove home trying to process what had just transpired.
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1. Danelle Maye hosts a live tv chat channel like Studiio66/Redlight Central/Babestation in the last five minutes of your show. It is a day time show so she has on a short dress and lingerie. As you can see with the twitching she’s super desperate to pee but the producer won't let Danelle leave till the show finishes. The producer tells her in a inappropriate way they might let her leave early if she tells them about being desperate and about any time Danelle have, or seen any other girls wet their knickers before (If you haven't just make up some stories where you accidentally pee in your knickers). Of course very humiliatingly she tells the producer she’s not sure her bladder can hang on but you the producer are telling Danelle it'll just be a few more minutes. Before the show ends though Danelle loses control with her full bladder exploding and pee in the yellow polka dot knickers and of course her dress. Danelle ends with a little bit talking about how embarrassed she is wetting herself on live tv and how naughty both of are feel doing it. 2. I love the fact that during the video her nipples were coming out of her shirt and tht nonchalantly put it back lol. Danelle Maye was actually part of Wettingherpanties for a long time but I surely missed her. Although it’s nice to see some older models keeping pee fetish on their resume lol.Free- 2 comments
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View File Danelle Maye - Babestation Pee Desperation 1. Danelle Maye hosts a live tv chat channel like Studiio66/Redlight Central/Babestation in the last five minutes of your show. It is a day time show so she has on a short dress and lingerie. As you can see with the twitching she’s super desperate to pee but the producer won't let Danelle leave till the show finishes. The producer tells her in a inappropriate way they might let her leave early if she tells them about being desperate and about any time Danelle have, or seen any other girls wet their knickers before (If you haven't just make up some stories where you accidentally pee in your knickers). Of course very humiliatingly she tells the producer she’s not sure her bladder can hang on but you the producer are telling Danelle it'll just be a few more minutes. Before the show ends though Danelle loses control with her full bladder exploding and pee in the yellow polka dot knickers and of course her dress. Danelle ends with a little bit talking about how embarrassed she is wetting herself on live tv and how naughty both of are feel doing it. 2. I love the fact that most models who did wetting still do it here and there. Submitter Desman Dread Submitted 09/30/2023 Category Female
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(Pre negotiated play, health risks known, all parties consenting) Yesterday I (26ftm, dom) forced my partner (27m, sub) to hold for me. I plied him with drinks and tea all afternoon, and by dinner time he was squirming and grabbing his crotch. We have a dynamic where I will regularly use his cock to get me off. I really enjoy being fucked, and being on HRT makes me constantly horny. So I decided now would be a really good time to use my toy.... I took him into the bathroom and made him lay in our large bath. I got out the lube and stroked his cock until he was hard enough to fuck me betore climbing on top to ride him. He tried to stop me for a moment and politely asked for a bathroom break, which i declined 'I'll be quick pup, you can hold it I'm sure' He whimpered every time I rolled my hips forward as it put more pressure on his bladder. I could feel that he was not very hard anymore, the need to release his bladder clearly now outweighing his desire to cum. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I could tell I wouldn't have to - he was about to lose control. He froze, crying out, and his eyes shot open in pleasure. At that moment I felt that really specific pressure (if you've ever been pissed in you'll know it.... 🤤) of him filling me with his desperate piss. He gasped and moaned, and apologised. 'I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I can't hold it, I'm sorry, I'm peeing' I felt the hot desperate piss flowing over me, it felt incredible, and chastised him 'I'm close puppy, couldn't you just hold a minute longer, fuck' I wasn't lying though - the feeling was incredible and I was about to cum. He moaned again and said he couldn't stop, and that combined with the ripples of his piss against my tdick were too much and I came hard on his cock as he lost control. After I came he kept going for at least another 20 seconds. I'd never known him to go so much. He was panting now, and rolling his hips up into mine - it clearly felt really good. 'That's my good boy, let it all out, empty that poor bladder for me' A few seconds later he stopped, gasping, and I began to ride him. I told him now he was going to cum for me too. And it didn't take long, he always comes so hard after a hold. About 10 minutes later in the shower, he was suddenly grabbing at me and begging to pee again. I said yes, and he collapsed against me and let out what must have been at least another 500ml. He gasped and moaned, apologising, saying it wouldn't all come out before. I praised him for holding so much for me and said we really needed to measure again soon.... So that was my night last night 😇
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Just ran across this and thought it might be of interest. https://thisvid.com/videos/stepsis-caught-you-peeing-your-pants/ Rip below. Stepsis Caught You Peeing Your Pants ThisVidcomHQ.mp4 -PNN
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Hey I was hoping to get help finding 3 abdl stories I’ve read before and figured peeps here might know them. 1) girl has an accident while mom is in bathroom, is diapered and stays home that day, decides to just use diaper and masturbates, mom comes home to her passed out on couch in a messy diaper. 2) girl tries to become a live streamer and doesn’t become popular until she brings up bed wetting, keeps going into that side of stuff until she gets donations to wear on stream, eventually gets paid enough to have to wear a diaper for like 12 hours and eventually messes 3) Was like a post on tumbex or tumblr with a pic of a diapered girl, and the text story had her talking about her boyfriend kept rewarding her when she had accidents, and eventually messed while playing the switch without realize it at all. Thanks for any help!
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A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
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Hey pee folks! Last night I had a really vivid dream of a train wetting and I wanted to put it into words. I'm adding some more details than what was actually in the dream for context and flavor. I'm not sure where I was going or what was the purpose of my travel, but for whatever reason I found myself in line checking bags to get on a long train ride. I was waiting for the people ahead of me to have their stuff checked by security and all of the sudden I felt a finger tapping me on the shoulder. As I turned around I saw a brunette woman, hair done up in a ponytail, with a thin athletic build and a distressed look on her face. She was about 5'7", wearing pink leggings and a white tanktop, and had a nice butt and probably D-cup breasts. She looked at me when I turned and said, "Sorry to bother you, but I'm really in a hurry can I get my bag checked next," and before I could even respond she was already shifting to move past me. Seeing her quite distressed I quickly responded with "Of course." and she gave me a very sincere "Thank you" in return. The old lady in front of me, however, was very adamant on keeping her spot in line. There were still a few people ahead of us in line, so it looked like she was going to have to wait a bit longer. As we were waiting I noticed the woman in front of me was crossing her legs a lot and moving in place quite a bit. She had 2 bags, a rolling suitcase and a duffel bag, so she had to use both hands to carry them. The next time we stopped, however, she parked the rolling suitcase and tried to nonchalantly grab at her crotch for some release. She was using the duffel bag as cover, but I could definitely tell how desperate she was being right behind her. Edit: I will continye the story in the replies, I accidentaly hit post while i was checking the tags and editing the intro.
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Found my gf's stash of used diapers that she used when she visited. I can tell that she flooded the last one and recently as it was warm when I found it. She uses the same brand as me. This was posted with concent from my gf so don't freak out
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I work from home a few days a week and enjoy the privacy of being diapered and regularly take calls from work via teams getting a buzz out of the fact no one knows that I’m naked apart from my nappy below the table. I do mess but on this occasion I had an upset stomach but didn’t want to mess as I needed to go out and didn’t like the idea of a full clean up didn’t thrill me. However, I was getting desperate and decided I needed the potty when I got an urgent text. A work matter had arisen and my boss was about to call me on teams as she needed a quick answer before an important meeting. I’ll admit I sort of panicked I was standing and halfway to the bathroom feeling I was going to burst when the ring tone started in my laptop. Oh god I thought, I was paralysed and unsure what to do and then my body made the decision for me. An intense cramp my need buckled and it felt like my diaper was blowing up like a balloon! I couldn’t move until I had finished. It must have been seconds but felt an age and I came to my senses and realised the ring tone. I had to answer it. Part of the deal for being allowed to work from home is I have to be available. I waddled over feeling the weight between my legs and the runny mess swishing around. I gently sat down worried it would shoot out of the leg holes. Settled into the warm mess and took a deep breath and answered. I must have looked flustered and apologised for taking a while to pick up and said “sorry I was just using the bathroom!”.
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(CRASH FIXED) By the same developer as Ghost Castle Gunsweeper, Bounty Hunter 3 and School Girl Courage Test (all featuring peeing), this is a game about hunting down ghosts with guns, spells and a weak scientist trying to kick or punch the bad guys. It's a well animated game that has significantly more effort in its general gameplay and pee-related scenes than so many others with peeing/urination/wetting tags slapped on that I have tested out from various places. For sexual content and warnings, all women depicted are over 18 and believably so, there is optional scat (see gameplay), there are depictions of sexual assault if the protagonists are defeated or choose to surrender, there are also crafting mechanics heavily dependent on semen extraction from the male character and enemies. Zombies and ghosts I have seen thus far are not gory or especially horrific. The scientist is a 40 year old perverted man who makes frequent unwelcome advances on the women. To support the developer (T-ENTA-P), please see: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/circle/profile/=/maker_id/RG01474.html Gameplay: Standard turn-based combat against ghosts and zombies. 2D CGs are animated in all scenes, including standing picture. The scientist collects semen and more normal ingredients to use scientific alchemy and make recovery items, enchanted bullets and other things. Because of a scientific drink used in the intro, all drinks are diuretics and all food are laxatives for the girls Pee or scat depends on food/drink intake and thus can be changed accordingly if for example poop is to be avoided. Characters and their wetting/toilet scenes are fully altered by current state of clothing. Clothing is limited initially, but states of undress are fully customisable and more clothing is unlocked later on. Wet clothes are visible after wetting scenes permanently until new clothing is obtained, even tracking individually wet or dry clothes! Recollection room allows replay of watched scenes. Although there is no bar or numerical representation shown to the player, the women taking food/drink gradually need to use the toilet even more until an eventual accident. Please note that desperation does not seem to increase during battle, possibly including item usage. Formation changes standing picture with 1st position determining shown character. Each character has different mannerisms and is animated differently in all scenes, including on the main map. Please note: Aki's 5-shot skill seems to cause a crash on older version.Free- 21 comments
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I just had an intentional accident! Completely wet my diaper and am typing this in bed. Starting a chat for those of us without clean diapees (undie wearers allowed too, as long as they have a wet spot) Only rules: 1:first post please tell chat the accident you had. 2: post/chat only as long as you're wearing dirty diapers/undies. (Even just intentionally peeing a small wet spot counts for rule 2 so have fun)
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Anyone else have a willing and supportive partner? I guess I am lucky in this respect. I decided early on I'd be open about it and it took a while but my husband loves to participate..we go out jeans shopping and brainstorm scenarios that just drive me wild. My favorite is if I can't wait and pee my pants somewhere he will put his jacket around me and tell me it's ok, I love this, it makes me feel safe and secure.
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This is my first omorashi story! I usually write ABDL and Omorashi hypnosis (if you're curious, here is my youtube). Writing an omorashi themed story is new for me. I would love feedback on writing style and content. In this story I wanted to capture the desperation Mark feels, even though the story is written from someone else's perspective. I might add more chapters in the future. Not sure yet! I liked the idea of Mark slowly revealing to the narrator that he has accidents often, and that he usually wears a diaper to bed. The narrator is (maybe) gonna start liking the idea of Mark becoming her cute diapered boyfriend. Input and suggestions are welcome 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wetting his pants at the library I was always attracted to shy guys. It was just something about the way they act, being mysterious, charming and in some way very cute. When I started taking an introduction to marine biology in my second semester in university, I immediately noticed Mark. In the bustle of loud freshmen talking to each other, he sat quietly and wrote something into his notebook. He had black hair, freckles and he always sat in the back of the class, looking down at his notebook. The occasional times he raised his hand in class, he would be visibly nervous, with his voice shaking slightly. I wanted to get to know him and find out who he was, but he always left class as quickly as he could. Outside of that marine biology class, I never saw him anywhere. He seemed like the type who didn’t party much, and mostly kept to himself. One time, I saw him at the library. I approached him and asked him what he was studying. He smiled shyly, and told me that he was actually a history major, studying for an exam on ancient Greece. I asked him to tell me more, and as he spoke I noticed that he had dimples when he smiled. He kept looking away and smiling, in a way that was charmingly boyish. The next week, when we were in class together, I noticed that we kept glancing at each other. I smiled at him and he smiled and looked down, and then looked back. I went to talk to him after class, but I noticed that he immediately walked out of class, walking fast. It seemed like he was always in a rush to get somewhere. So the next week when I saw him at the library again, I wanted to go talk to him. Mark was just getting up off the sofa, and he didn’t see me. He was walking fast again, like he was in a rush. I walked after him, hoping to catch him before he left the library. I didn’t realize why he was in a rush until I saw where he was going. Mark was power walking to the bathroom, in a state of desperation. It seemed like he waited too long, and now his bladder was bursting. He yanked at the door knob to the bathroom, only to find it locked. This seemed to stress him out, since he started fidgeting more, dancing in place. I saw the problem - there was an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door. Mark clearly needed to pee, and was running out of time. As he danced in place, he started looking for another bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at these events unfolding in front of me. Mark, the mysterious and charming college student was acting like he was about to wet his pants. He was biting his lip, and knitting his eyebrows together in a panicked state. His freckles were dancing on his face, as he screwed up his face. He clearly knew that he was in a state of emergency. Mark started walking down the hall with obvious urgency. I wanted to warn him that he was walking in the wrong direction, walking away from the other bathroom. But he was already walking fast, almost jogging. He was half jogging, half dancing, and now he was looking around desperately. At this point, I was watching and expecting him to start wetting his pants at any moment. I’d never seen an adult be this desperate to pee before. In his urgent state, he started to hold his crotch, dancing in place, turning his head and searching for the bathroom. After realizing there was no bathroom around, he started walking fast back toward the entrance to the library where I was staring. He power walked, biting his lip. His whole face was now screwed up in a worried look. He saw me, and his eyes widened. “Hi Mark” I said, pretending not to notice that he was dancing in place. “Hey” he said, his eyes full of panic, “Uh, sorry I’m kind of in a rush.” I decided to be upfront, to help him out. “If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s down the hall, that way”, I pointed. “Oh thanks” he said, seeming oddly worried. I realized he probably planned on leaving the library to pee in the bushes. Now he seemed too embarrassed to go in the bushes, so he turned and tried to walk in a steady walk down that hall. His steady walk was completely forced, as he was obviously trying to hide his desperate need to empty his bladder. Then, it happened. Mark could not contain himself anymore. About halfway down the hall, he stopped in his tracks. I couldn’t help but watch as the events unfolded. Mark looked down at his pants, as a dark wet spot started to appear on one pant leg. The glistening wet patch slowly spread down his jeans, and he just kept watching in shock as it happened. After the shock seemed to fade, Mark hung his head in shame. He seemed strangely resigned, almost like he was used to this happening. I felt so bad for Mark, wetting his pants in such a public location. There was now a big dark spot on the carpet where he had emptied his bladder. It seemed like he was afraid to turn around and meet my eyes, since I wasn’t far behind him when it happened. I approached him carefully. I didn’t want him to feel bad about wetting his pants. After all, he was a college student, an adult, who had just wet his pants like a little boy. But it was strangely really cute how he just wet his pants. I could feel his sense of embarrassment in the way he stood there, looking at the ground, looking at the wet spot he left on the carpet. I touched his shoulder and gently spoke to him, “Mark.” He whimpered. I could see that his face was bright red with shame, and his eyes were glassy, like he was going to start crying. “It’s ok that you wet your pants” I told him softly. He just kept looking at the ground in shame. “It was just an accident” I reassured him. He looked up at me, like he was unsure of what to say. I whispered to him, “I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks” he whispered back. “Do you want to cover your pants with my sweater?” I asked. He looked at me now, embarrassed and grateful, and he nodded his head. We ended up walking all the way back to my dorm, with his soaking pants hidden behind my sweater. He didn’t want his roommates to see his wet pants, so I invited him to do laundry in my dorm. I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity building. I wanted to ask him if this was the first time he had wet his pants like this as an adult. And strangely enough, I started imagining what it would be like if he did it again. I wanted to see him have an accident again, but I knew that it was so embarrassing for him, so I avoided the topic. While his wet pants were in the washer, he wore my pajama pants instead. He seemed more relaxed now, relaxing on my couch. We talked about other things to avoid talking about the obvious - that he had just wet his pants, and needed a change of clothes. Even though we both avoided it, we felt it in the air. I knew that he had just accidentally peed himself, and he knew that I saw it all and that I would keep it secret.
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View File Video I found on confesshhhions awesome video i found while surfing the internet Warning:Contains nudity and sex Submitter Mr.Ee Submitted 09/11/2023 Category Female
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https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pees-herself-on-the-train/ First saw it in xvideos but then it became extinct and finally found it in thisvid although it's only half. In the full version she is chased by the sweeper and he fucks her .
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👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
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Just after my lunch break a few days ago, I got a notification on my phone that someone was at my front door. I knew it was my wife because it was around the time that she gets back from the gym. I don’t usually check the camera because of this, but for some reason, I got the random urge to look at the live footage, and I’m so glad I did. My wife was fumbling with the keys and looked very worried. She then bent over while squeezing her thighs together and shoving a hand in her crotch, and then tried to unlock the door again. When her hand went to her crotch, I noticed that her belt and button was undone. She cursed in spanish, and it took her a solid minute to unlock the door. When she finally did, she sprinted inside, completely forgetting her purse and gym bag, which she dropped on the steps leading up to the door. I assumed that she had dropped them and left them because she was so desperate that she had no time to waste. When I looked back at the few seconds of footage that I missed, my theory was proven correct. When I came home, I acted like nothing happened, but throughout the afternoon and evening, it was all I could think about. She didn’t mention anything either. I looked in the hamper and saw no trace of wetness, but I also didn’t see the jeans that she wore, meaning that she disposed of the evidence, or tried to at least. When it was time to sleep and we were both cuddled up in bed, I leaned over to give her my goodnight kiss, but instead of saying goodnight, I said, “I know about your little…incident coming home from the gym.” Her eyes went wide, and she immediately blushed, trying to hide her smile and red cheeks, but failing miserably. “Wha..I-, uh… you saw that?!” ”Yeah, every juice detail. I saw you squirming, dancing around, cursing, it was so sexy.” The more details I revealed, the more she blushed. The fact that I saved the footage to my phone certainly. She was completely speechless, and it took her a second to finally regain her ability to speak. “How did you know?” ”The doorbell camera, obviously.” She had the “OOOOHHHHH” look on her face before jokingly saying, “I’m gonna fucking smash that thing to pieces!” To which I laughed. I couldn’t hide my erection anymore. Since we were cuddled up and I was the big spoon, she could feel my dick pressing up against her ass. Before we, uh, dealt with that, I asked her a question. “Did you make it? Be honest.” ”…almost.” As if I wasn’t already hard enough.
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