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  1. IMG_3380.MOV I've been out drinking tonight, in the taxi home I became desperate, there was no way I'd make unlocking my door then dashing upstairs to my toilet. Instead I pissed at the top of my street! Hope you enjoy
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    A very desperate woman walks around the park looking for a place to pee. She finally finds a spot behind some benches and begins to get some much needed relief. Just as she starts pissing someone walking by decides to come over and sit down on one of the benches. The woman quickly pulls up her panties and tries to act as if nothing is wrong, Luckily for her the person didn't notice her squatting down before. The woman now bursting tries her best to hide her desperation while waiting for the person to leave. Just as the person starts to leave the woman unable to hold it any longer begins to leak in front of her. As the person walks away the woman fully loses control and wets herself. Enjoy
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    ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while she was trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy
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  4. One male scene (Ray Donovan) where a movie star is kidnapped and threatenes by the craziest character in the show. He weTS himself at gunpoint. One female scene (Clash) where a woman wets herself during a tear gas attack. I don't have the links. These photos are taken from thepml.net
  5. View File ACZD-064 ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  6. Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”
  7. Geist

    dragon tamer

    From the album: Translated pixiv comics [English]

    Given her team of 6 pseudo-legendary dragons Fumie tought the battle would have been over in a flash, her opponent however had something else in mind: showing this noob how much fun "Funbro" can bring
  8. (Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots) Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves… Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet. Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door. ”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left… It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two. “Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled. Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy. ”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked. Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.” Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay. ”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said. Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.” Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got. ”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated. Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her. ”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said. ”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice. Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.” a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed. ”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly. The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first. ”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her. ”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back. The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again. - Afterwards - “I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone. ”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied. ”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted. Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.” (I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)
  9. View File SCR-299 Wetting, Pissing, Squirting & sex. I did try to edit around the sex parts but kept getting errors. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  10. Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) “Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. “Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. “Take me home, will you?” “As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. “Someone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. “Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” “Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” “You should really clean this car...” “Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” “Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. “You got any good ones?” “Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. “Two of these are just some random guy’s back” “Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. “Ooh this one’s nice!” “It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. “So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” “Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” “Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” “Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. “Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. “Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” “Thanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. “Hey, all good?” “Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” “Ah?” “This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. “Oh right, public urination epidemic.” “The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” “Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” “They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” “Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. “I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. “Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” “Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” “Almost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. “Four times! Four times, goddamnit!” “Ah!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. “D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, “I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. “Oh god, it won’t stop-” “…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” “…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. “Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!” “No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. “Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” “That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” “Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” “What are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. “Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”
  11. As the title suggests, my wife really should have used the bathroom. We went to a friend house and had some drinks. Nothing alcoholic, just water, smoothies that our friend made, and some other things. After we left, I noticed that on the drive back, her body was tended up. Then her hands went to her legs to rub them, and then her crotch. I still didn’t say anything. Eventually, she broke the silence. “I really should have used the bathroom before we left.” “Definitely, because now you have to hold it for half an hour more” (it was a 45-60 minute drive) “What? NO! I can’t hold it that long!” I smiled and said teasingly, “well, you really should have used the bathroom before we left.” She rolled her eyes and groaned. When we had about 10 minutes to go, I looked over and saw that she was incredibly frantic. She was bending over and her legs were squeezed as tight as they can be. She had a very worried look on her face, and I started to realize that she genuinely might not make it. “You want me to pull over?” ”NO! I can hold it!” She was huffing and puffing and started whispering to herself “cmon cmon you’re a big girl you can hold it, cmon, fuck!” About 5 minutes later, she said “pull over.” ”I thought-“ ”NOW! IM GONNA PISS MYSELF I CANT WAIT!!!” I couldn’t help but laugh and I think she thought I was going to refuse, because she had a pleasing look on her face. I pulled over and she quickly hopped out. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! HURRY UP!” She barely got her belt undone in time and peed her life away. When she got back in the car, it looked like she just finished an intense workout. She was slowing down her breathing and her face was super red. When we arrived home, she took off her jeans and inspected the damage. Soaked panties. She wore them for a while before finally taking them off and going to bed.
  12. been holding for a few hours now, anyone interested to play around and see if you guys can make me lose control?
  13. SPOILER ALERT THIS POST CONTAINS MINOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO . . . . Found a messing scene in episode 2 of new Netflix Kdrama "Extraordinary Attorney Woo". Two lawyers are on their way to a hotel to pose as an engaged couple for an investigation. The female attorney starts getting stomachaches in the car. She rushes to the bathroom once they are at the hotel. She makes it into a stall, but poops her pants before she can pull her pants down. She has to call another female attorney (the title character) to bring her new pants. After she changes, she suddenly gets another stomachache and has to go back in the stall. Pooping noises are censored and replaced with a cartoonish plopping sound for the accident and fireworks for the second poop, but it's pretty clear what she is doing lol I highly recommend watching this drama. Here's a link if you don't have netflix: https://www.dramacool9.co/extraordinary-attorney-woo-2022/ I also ripped the episode and trimmed it if you really don't wanna watch (You should) Attorney Woo Episode 2.mp4
  14. Let me specify something first: English is noty main language, so please forgive me if I make some mistakes; My gf, let's call her W, is totally consenting and actually loves this (actually I am asking this because I want to satisfy her more). That being said, I wanted to ask you all if you have some ways to make her forcefully wet. W has a small bladder, and when I press on it she usually leaks, but I wanted to know some other ways to make her desperate/wet herself, be it drinking some kind of drinks beforehand or doing something on the spot. Please let me know your techniques and I thank you beforehand. Have a good day my wet friends
  15. Part 1 - Interviews: 'Have you ever wanted to work in a fast-paced, innovative, fun, forward thinking tech company? If so apply for one of our new roles today at Intertech. No experience necessary' This was the advert that Phil had put out. In reality, Intertech wasn't as innovative as the advert made out. It's staff were all male, offering little in the way of diversity. The company had stagnated and for this reason, Phil was keen to hire a woman; a smart woman, but a woman who would make a difference. The only problem was the company hadn't planned to take on a woman. They didnt have the basic facilities ready and that included a basic, key facility: no toilets. The pay was generous though and Phil hoped that the right candidate could work around this though. He would have some women's toilets build by the summer. He took another glance at the candidates: Emma: Previous job: Model Age: 20 'Due to the self-employed nature of my previous role, I have excellent time keeping and organisation skills.' Emma was a tall brunette with a few tattoos and piercings. She had turned up to the interview in a very short miniskirt. Phil questioned the type of 'modelling' she did but Emma seemed bright and easy-going. Jenny: Previous job: Sales Age: 24 'I am an outgoing, hard-working, career focused woman. The change in career interests me as I think my skills are more suited for the needs of Intertech'. Jenny was the most shy and quietest of the three women. She was quite pale and also had a tattoo on her thigh. She seemed to have steely resilience though, and seemed bright and friendly. Norma: Previous job: N/A Age: 21 'As a high-achieving graduate, I am keen to take on a job where I can develop my skills. This role seems like the perfect opportunity for me to grow and develop.' Norma was fresh out of university. She was Norweigian with bright red hair. Norma was the most giggly of the three but didn't seem overly nervous. In fact, she seemed almost flirty at times. ____________ Phil wouod make this decision alone. He knew other people would not approve of the candidates he had selected. But he knew one of these women would fit right in. Due to the toilet situation, they would have to be flexible and easy-going. He didn't want any complaints so the successful candidate would have to be willing to hold themselves through work. Who should Phil hire? A) Emma B) Jenny C) Norma
  16. IMG_2794.MOV Was originally gonna have a big accident after a long day at work....but today was just to mentally draining....Not to bore or depress anyone but it was a long day with my cancer patients and fighting insurance assholes. Came home tired as hell, and took a cat nap kinda given up on the day....but I woke up having to pee still in my scrubs...I tossed and turned a bit then just got up and figured I need to shower anyway so why not. IMG_2795.MOV IMG_2797.MOV IMG_2797.MOV
  17. Hey guys this is the third story in my series. It’s much shorter and more to the point than previous ones! Enjoy! ——————————————————— Caitlyn was collecting her things, preparing to leave the bar she was spending the night at with her friends. “Hey are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home, Caitlyn?” Her friend asked. “Oh noo! I am totally fine don’t worry about me! My apartment is near i’ll be there in a flash.” Caitlyn said. “Well you had much to drink, and besides there are rumors that a monster lurks in the dark alleyways after midnight and preys on solo venturers. And it’s half an hour past midnight now. I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you’re safe.” Her friend said putting a hand on her shoulder. “Ohhh it’s probably just a hoax, i don’t believe any of that none sense! Monsters don’t exist!” Caitlyn said waving her hands dismissively. “Yeah you might be right.” Her friend said nodding. “Alright excuse me now i am gonna run! I really need to pee too i drank too much! I can’t believe the bar’s bathroom is under maintenance at a time like this!” Caitlyn said with disappointment in her eyes. “Alright take care, Caitlyn. And just text me when you get home.” Her friend said worryingly. Caitlyn then rushed out of the bar door and began walking towards her home. She was wearing pretty tight short denim shorts, a white blouse and white sneakers. She started shuffling towards an alleyway that she’s supposed to go through to reach her apartment at the other side of the street. It was pretty dark and she instantly remembered her friend’s words. She looked around carefully but there was nothing. “Pfftt.. what am i doing! There certainly isn’t a monster lurking around here.” Caitlyn said sarcastically and started moving slowly through the dark alleyway. Suddenly she saw the manhole in the middle of the alleyway slowly opening. She stopped her advance feeling goosebumps all around her body. Her bladder seemed to have ached harder for a release in her nervousness. She immediately grabbed her crotch. “Uhh.. probably someone doing maintenance in the sewers.” She said dismissively in order to calm herself down. With a hand over her crotch she started to resume her advance slowly walking close by the opened manhole. She peeked inside but it was dark and she couldn’t see anything. As she finally seemed to relax and shake her head denyingly while proceeding through the alleyway, a giant hairy hand with black claws emerged from the manhole immediately grabbing her leg. She started screaming in her shock and what scared her even more is when she looked down at her feet and realized what’s holding her down. A giant ambiguous hairy clawed hand. Without any warning her bladder began leaking its contents into her shorts. She started uncontrollably wetting her denim shorts in her fear. A small wet dark patch started expanding on the front then quickly expanded around her butt. She screamed some more as the urine stream grew stronger and it started leaking from both sides of her legs; Flowing down her bare legs and onto the monster’s hairy hand. The monster didn’t budge and kept holding her legs pinning her down. She looked around quickly and reached for a broken pipe on the wall. She grabbed it and started hitting the monster’s hand while screaming. The monster finally let go, and as soon as it did Caitlyn trampled on the ground. She immediately looked behind her to find the monster somehow squeezing out of the manhole like a cat. She was mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle in her fear. The monster finally came out. It was gigantic standing tall and wide over poor Caitlyn. Its entire body was covered with thick gray hair. Only a pair of red eyes appeared in that mess of a hair. Its dark claws growing longer and longer as it growled at Caitlyn. Somehow something this big as this monster could fit through something as small as a manhole. Caitlyn couldn’t hold her bladder anymore in her terror, profusely pissing the remainder of her urine in her shorts and all over the ground beneath her creating a puddle that expanded to the monster’s hairy feet. As soon as the monster looked down at Caitlyn’s puddle touching its feet Caitlyn made a run for it. She crawled backwards quickly and somehow stood up and gained her balance running outside of the alleyway and screaming for help. She heard distant sirens and started screaming for them to stop. “HELP PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” The police car pulled over and saw Caitlyn running out of the dark alleyway with urine soaked shorts and a urine trail behind her as she screamed and cried. They quickly pulled her behind them and looked towards the dark alleyway. “What’s wrong? What are you running from?” The policeman asked. “A.. a.. a monster!” Caitlyn said between her sobs. Both police officers looked at each other and laughed. “A monster you say?” One policeman said sarcastically. “What’s the situation.” A voice over the radio said. “Uhh not much, we found a girl running soaked in her own urine saying that she was chased by.. a monster ha.” The policeman said. “Oh it’s one of those days ha.” The voice over the radio said. “Yup she’s probably drunk, we’ll have a look and then get her back home.” The policeman said then pointed a gun towards the alleyway as he walked slowly inside looking around with his partner. There was nothing. No sign of anything around. They pulled Caitlyn with them to have a look. She found nothing and even the manhole was closed. “See anything here that says monster?” The policeman asked. “Wha..what.. that can’t be! I swear there was a monster here! It was hairy and had these terrible eyes and giant claws!” Caitlyn said in her disbelief. “Ehh.. you probably had too much to drink tonight. It’s obvious from that wet patch on your shorts.. seems like you already expelled that liquid.” The policeman said as he looked down at Caitlyn’s wet shorts. Caitlyn was embarrassed and immediately covered her shorts with her hands. Was she actually really hallucinating? The policemen took her to the police car and put her in the backseat to give her a ride home. “I.. i am sorry i made your seat wet..” Caitlyn blushingly said. “Eh it’s fine, you’re not the first. This seat had seen a fair share of wet pants. Mostly drunk people like yourself and other people who are too afraid when they get arrested that they just piss themselves.” The police officer said. Caitlyn then looked one last time at the alleyway to confirm that there was nothing as they drove off to her house. And there really wasn’t. She believed that these were hallucinations after what her friend had said. She drank too much after all and it was probably the after effects. ‘I am home and you wont believe what just happened to me! I totally just soaked myself in fear! I think your story got to me and i imagined a monster grabbing me in an alleyway. You wont believe it but two officers found me and escorted me home. I sat in my wet shorts the whole ride it was really embarrassing!’ Caitlyn texted her friend and then went for a hot shower to relax. - - - Two men were standing in what seemed like a futuristic office. They both wore black fedoras and black coats. One of them was bald and he seemed disappointed. “Could you explain why didn’t you record the incident at the alleyway near the bar Mr. Rashi?” The bald man asked. “Well.. i am afraid it didn’t appear on the timeline i am following, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi said. “Elaborate.” Mr. Omo sharply said. “It seems like when Amy came out of the backrooms she unknowingly created multiple anomalies, being the sole survivor of the backrooms the realities couldn’t apprehend it. Multiple rifts started to appear all around the globe unleashing different backrooms entities into the world. Thus the monster in the alleyway case.” Mr. Rashi explained. “Hmmm i see.” Mr. Omo said while nodding. “I believe that we will have much more random fear wetting incidents right now that deviates from the original timeline. This will make our work much harder. I no longer have an established solid map of the original timeline.. there are a lot of deviations happening even right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Fine. Come Mr. Rashi. There is much work to be done.” Mr. Omo said as both men leave the office in a haste. - - -
  18. a/n: Hi, everyone. :3 Selena and I were just together recently and we were coming up with new ideas. We know that Jill’s story isn’t finished, and we plan to have her (first!) story have a fitting conclusion, but after Selena’s most recent travel experience, we came up with something ambitious together. We have now created the Jilly-verse! We’re not entirely sure what this universe will entail just yet, but we’re excited for it. We don’t know how often updates will come just yet, but we do hope that you’ll have an appreciation for the characters and stories we create together. Enjoy~! oWo --- Hailey was frantically moving through the ever-busy Atlanta airport at a speed she didn’t know was possible for her short legs. She had been late getting out of work and had a red-eye flight to Dublin that she didn’t dare want to miss. Hailey had been dreaming of and planning her trip to Dublin since she was a little girl, and she had the perfect itinerary sitting in her carry-on that she planned to browse through on her way to Ireland. She had seven and a half incredibly excruciatingly long hours to try and perfect her plan further; she would be far too tired to sleep. Her stop at baggage drop-off was delightfully quick. She was provided a bonus perk through her preferred airline, allowing her to skip the check-in line and drop her bags off at a separate location. With her carry-on bag in tow, Hailey practically skipped to the security line, only frowning slightly at how long the line was. She paused several feet away, shifting from foot to foot as she counted how many rows of people there were to wait in. Three, four, five… Hailey counted in her head, shifting slightly once more at the aggravatingly familiar feeling she felt. “Five rows should be fine, right?” Hailey muttered to herself. She couldn’t imagine that five rows of people would keep her too far away from a bathroom. In all of her excitement, she had completely forgotten to pee before leaving work. It was no matter, though. There would be plenty of bathrooms once she passed security, but she had to get through the long security line first. Although, realizing she had to pee made her remember what was hiding in her bag. Still, Hailey stepped into the queue and waited, waited, waited. Hailey considered it a perk that the airport was so busy that she wasn’t required to take anything out of her bag. She breezed through the initial passport and boarding pass check and anxiously waited in the screening line. She was still required to remove her shoes, but she didn’t mind too much. The dull ache in her bladder only increased for a moment as she bent over to undo her shoelaces. With sneakers in hand, Hailey continued along the line with her bag pulled behind her. After what felt like far too long, Hailey dropped her sneakers, cell phone, watch, and passport into a bin along with her floral print carry-on bag. It wasn’t until she placed her bag on the belt that she paused. Would the security guards realize she had a pull-up in her bag? It wasn’t something that Hailey had even initially considered, but a friend had brought it up in passing. “Oh, with a flight that long and a window seat?” Hailey’s friend Kendra had said with a laugh. “Trust me, you’re going to want something just in case. That’s a long flight to go without needing a bathroom, especially with how excited you are about this trip. I doubt you’ll sleep at all.” It was something that Hailey had considered and didn’t take lightly. It was true that she was excited about her trip. She had dreamed of Ireland since she learned of the Blarney Stone, wanting nothing more than to take in its magic as a child. Her obsession with Ireland had only grown from then on, and she was beyond excited. She wasn’t sure there was even a word to describe how excited she truly was. Hailey had waffled on the idea of buying diapers ever since Kendra had mentioned it. She was 23 years old and knew very well that she couldn’t pee her pants, and it wasn’t something grown women did, well, not women without children, at least. Kendra had given her all the horror stories about accidentally peeing herself while shopping and Hailey felt absolutely mortified for her, but she didn’t have kids like Kendra did. Did she really need something? Hailey put the thought out of her mind until the previous week when she was shopping at Target. Even though Hailey had been planning her trip for years, she still found herself forgetting things to pick up. She stood in the travel toiletries aisle with her hands on her hips, staring at the wall of mini-sized products with a frown. Her cart seemed to be full of last-minute things, but had she picked everything up? After several long minutes, Hailey decided that she did, but when she turned around, she saw them. In relatively discreet packaging, a box of unassuming pull-ups was staring her right in the face. Hailey’s jaw dropped slightly as she stared at the smiling blonde model on the front of the box wearing what looked to be oddly wrinkly underwear. She stared at the box for a few moments longer, peered at the upper corner to see the size, and frowned. If that’s all they were, they couldn’t be too bad, right? Making sure that no one was looking, Hailey took a look around and swiped the box into her cart in a way that it hopefully looked like an accidental drop into her cart. She danced on the balls of her feet anxiously as she waited to go through the whirring body scanner. There was no way her pull-ups would show up on the scanner as her bag passed through. They were thin enough that the x-ray scanner would most likely read through them to whatever the next solid object would be. It would be fine, and she could change into her comfortable outfit without issue. After far too long, Hailey was pulled forward into the body scanner and just as quickly shuffled out. One of the more significant parts of her journey was complete, but she still had to wait for her bag and her shoes. She stood to the side, watching as her bag inched closer and closer to the scanner. There were three bags, then two, then one, then finally hers. Hailey watched as each bag went through and saw the start of hers, but then her stomach dropped when the conveyer belt was suddenly pulled backward. At first, Hailey thought it was for the bag behind her, but after several times, it finally clicked that they were inspecting her bag. When Hailey’s other things appeared without her bag, she watched helplessly as a security agent pulled it off to the side, looking for its owner. What did they think they found? “Excuse me, ma’am?” the tall TSA agent asked out loud, staring hard in Hailey’s direction. “Is this your bag?” “Yes,” Hailey answered, frowning further when he beckoned her to the inspection station. “Is there a problem?” “Probably not,” the agent said with a shrug. “But we just need to double-check. There’s a solid object in your bag, and it’s unclear what it is. Did you have multiple electronics in here?” “No,” Hailey said. “Just my laptop, but that wouldn’t be the issue, right?” “Probably not,” the agent said as he slowly unzipped Hailey’s bag. “Did you happen to leave anything else in here that could possibly set it off?” “Not that I know of,” Hailey said, slowly getting flustered. She watched as the agent unzipped her bag fully, and before he even opened the bag, she nearly yelled at him to stop. Hailey remembered exactly what she had placed on top of the bag, and based on the expression on the agent’s face when he opened her bag, so did he. To his credit, the agent only cleared his throat and tried to delicately remove Hailey’s protection to place it to the side, but due to his overly gentle handling, he failed to grip both edges. Hailey’s face immediately burned when the underwear unfolded itself. The thick padding became far more evident to anyone looking long enough. She lifted a hand to her face to partially hide herself and avoid wandering eyes and silently willed for the agent to run through his inspection a lot faster. Luckily, the agent did exactly that, practically shoving everything back into Hailey’s bag and hastily pushing it back in her direction with a muttered, “All good.” “Thanks,” Hailey muttered, taking her bag and rushing off toward terminal F for international departures. It felt like ages before Hailey made it to where she needed to be, and she glanced around to try and find the nearest bathroom. She had a few hours before her flight, but she wanted to be fully prepared well beforehand and feel a little more comfortable. Or, well, as comfortable as she could hope, considering what she would be wearing. Stepping into the small cubicle of the crowded bathroom, Hailey groaned. There wasn’t a lot of space for her to work with and get changed. The family restroom was in use, her original location of choice, and she was left to fend for herself in a “normal” sized bathroom stall. Even with the stalls accounting for baggage, the space still felt claustrophobic. Still, Hailey dug into her now haphazardly packed bag, grabbed her “flying outfit,” and, with a slight grimace, pulled out the very thing she had been trying to avoid. Hailey quickly changed her shirt and then sat on the toilet, glaring at the pull-up in her hands. Did she really want to put it on? Not particularly, but Kendra did have a point. She was sitting in a window seat on a red-eye flight. Knowing her, there was no way she would wake her neighbor up, and even though she was taking care to not drink too much, she was likely to overindulge in water on the flight. The last thing she wanted was to become dehydrated on the way. With a sigh, Hailey pulled the pink, stretchy underwear on along with her sweatpants. She shifted slightly, trying to get used to the feel of the pull-up. It wasn’t that Hailey hated how it felt to wear it; she just felt funny with so much padding between her legs. She could swear that the padding on her butt could be seen outside her sweatpants. Hailey had tried a pair on before her flight, not wanting to be left with any surprises, and knew that it wasn’t obvious, but she was still worried that it could be seen. She sighed, rubbing her backside nervously and wincing at the soft crinkling noise. There was going to be no looking back at that point. Without much further delay, Hailey boarded her plane as painlessly as possible. That was until she reached her seat and realized that someone was already sitting in the aisle, and she couldn’t just slip past them. “Uhm, excuse me, miss,” Hailey said with a sheepish grin when the woman looked up, “I need to get over to my seat.” The woman, who didn’t appear much older than her, studied Hailey for a minute, seemingly lost in thought before suddenly perking up. “Oh, of course!” the woman answered. She quickly got up, letting Hailey pass, and then sitting back down. “My name is Jill, by the way.” “Hi,” Hailey said shyly, “my name is Hailey.” She cringed as she slid into her seat, and her underwear made possibly the loudest crinkling noise ever. Hailey looked at Jill nervously, but she appeared completely unaware. Not long after taking off, dinner was served, and Hailey couldn’t help but shoot her food a glare. It was supposedly rice with curry, but the food in front of her was inedible. She glanced to her side to see Jill struggling with her food and chugging down copious amounts of water to wash the foul taste out of her mouth. Drinking too much water was not something Hailey was keen to do. She was hesitant to take a sip of anything out of fear of waking Jill up if she needed the bathroom. Jill seemed nice enough, but Hailey would be far too embarrassed to ask. Hailey jumped slightly when Jill suddenly looked her way. Had she been staring for far too long? “Not liking the food?” Jill asked as she pushed her fork through her rice. “No, not at all,” Hailey answered earnestly. “It’s awful.” “Yeah, I can agree with that,” Jill replied with a sigh. “At least I have enough water to wash it down with. Say, are you heading to Ireland?” Hailey immediately lit up. She shifted excitedly in her seat and immediately regretted it when she felt the padding of her underwear move with a crinkling noise. Hailey gave Jill a quick look, but nothing on her face made it seem as if she had heard anything. Satisfied that Jill was completely clueless, Hailey immediately jumped into her story about her trip to Ireland. Hailey told her every little thing she possibly could, about how it was her dream and how long she had been planning her trip. Jill, to her credit, seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say, making Hailey even more excited. After finishing her story, Jill shared why she was going to Ireland and what she was planning to do. Both girls were enjoying their conversation and traded numbers, agreeing to meet at some point in Dublin for a few drinks before they both left. Their conversation naturally ended as the night continued, with Hailey starting to continue working on her itinerary and Jill watching a movie on the screen in front of her. Hailey wasn’t sure when she finally decided to stop working on her plans, but she felt the knowing twinge of her bladder feeling entirely too full. She pulled a slight face as she shifted in her seat, and her stomach sank when she looked over to see that Jill was more than asleep next to her. Hailey let out a quiet, distressed moan at realizing she was stuck. Her need to pee wasn’t absolutely dreadful, she didn’t think, but it was enough that she was aware that her bladder was full. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get herself into a better position so that there was a little less pressure on her bladder. To her great annoyance, she realized that the increased bulk between her legs kept her from squeezing them together to make it easier to hold. For one brief hopeful moment, Hailey thought she would be saved as Jill stirred in her sleep, but she kept sleeping on. The more time went on, the more Hailey found herself in trouble. She was struggling to hold herself and the movie she had been trying to watch no longer held her attention. With nothing keeping her attention long enough to distract her from her dire need to use the bathroom, Hailey became more and more in trouble. She didn’t know how much time she spent fidgeting in her seat, but she was at the point where she couldn’t focus on absolutely anything at all. All Hailey knew was that if she didn’t act fast, she wouldn’t be able to hold it. So, thus Hailey’s debate began. Could she keep holding? Hailey questioned to herself as she looked over at Jill. Or should she just wake Jill up? After far too many very long intense minutes of debate, Hailey decided that it was now or never. She had to wake Jill up otherwise she wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. Just as Hailey was about to open her mouth to try and wake up Jill, she felt the worst happening. She felt a spurt leak out of her, and she cringed. It was only a small dribble, but Hailey immediately felt herself clamming up. Her face grew hot at the realization of what had just happened. Even if it was only a small leak, she was embarrassed by the fact she had wet herself at all. No sooner had she realized what happened when she felt another spurt escape. The second spurt was far more significant than the first, not immediately soaking up into the padding but pooling for a brief moment before being absorbed. Hailey became distinctly aware of the odd sensation of the padding expanding ever so slightly around her butt to make room for the sudden liquid. To Hailey’s great relief, the need to pee faded a little. She managed to bear down on her disobedient bladder, determined to hold the rest of her pee until she could get to a toilet. It was bad enough that she had used the pull-up at all, and she refused to use it again. She felt ashamed of wetting herself like a small child, yet a part of her found the now warm underwear strangely comforting. Still, she wanted to just get to a bathroom to relieve herself the normal way, but that didn’t seem meant to be. No more than 15 minutes had passed when her need to pee grew just as badly as before, and Jill was still fast asleep. After a brief struggle with herself, Hailey felt it coming again. She felt the seemingly unending pressure on her bladder growing, and Hailey let out a soft whine. With not many options left, Hailey quickly hatched a plan. There was no way she would last the entire flight just holding, so she decided that she could just let out a small leak. She had already used the pull-up, so it wasn’t as if that much mattered anymore. The moment another strong wave of pressure crested over her, Hailey decided to try and relax a little instead of tensing up. At first, she was satisfied that her plan had worked and the pressure on her bladder released, but to her horror, she realized that her muscles had all but given up. She couldn’t get herself to stop the flow anymore and sat in horror, still as a statue, as she felt her pee pooling under her butt as the pull-up tried to absorb everything. Hailey’s face burned with embarrassment, and she couldn’t help but glance at Jill with impossibly wide eyes. To her relief and utter horror, Jill was still asleep, which meant that Jill was blissfully unaware of what was happening but also meant Hailey was still stuck. Hailey remained rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. Her entire body felt unbearably warm with embarrassment, and as if to add insult to injury, her bladder released another small spurt of surprisingly hot pee. Hailey let out a near-silent moan of distress as she carefully snaked a hand under herself to determine how much damage there was. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she felt the squishy padding around her butt seemed to have held everything in and that her pants were thankfully dry. Despite her relief that her pants luckily remained dry, Hailey was left to stay exactly where she was as Jill remained asleep for the duration of the flight. She sat in her seat, trying to keep from moving too much, afraid that she would accidentally squish the padding of her pull-up too much and cause a leak. Her entire body remained hot, though she couldn’t help but squirm at the cooling sensation around her crotch as the pull-up dried ever so slightly. The moment the plane landed, Hailey practically launched herself out of her seat, much to Jill’s alarm. Jill gave her a questioning look, but Hailey only forced a half-hearted smile on her face. Jill, seemingly aware that Hailey wanted off the plane as quickly as possible, let her into the aisle first when the plane’s doors opened. Hailey squeaked out an apology to Jill with a promise to text her as soon as she could and dashed off to the nearest bathroom to change. Hailey felt considerably better when she changed into a pair of her comfiest underwear. She had at least thought to pack a pair of her cozy blue panties to change into after the flight, wanting to ensure the rest of her trip was comfortable. She disposed of her pull-up in the included bin of her bathroom stall with a red face, washed her hands, and left the bathroom with a considerable pep in her step. Even with her little incident on the plane, Hailey had made it to Ireland, and she was looking forward to her adventures! However, as Hailey made her way to passport control, she found herself fixated on a woman who had frozen in front of the women’s toilets with her legs extremely damp and a puddle around her feet. Hailey only allowed herself to pause for a moment, her face heating up in second-hand embarrassment for the woman who only appeared resigned to what had happened. Hailey continued on her way as quickly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t need to use her second pull-up on the way back home, but she would worry about that when the time came. For now, she had her adventures to go on.
  19. It happened when I was about to fall asleep, I just started to relax and didnt think anything would happen but then felt the warm puddle form beneath me all of a sudden, I kinda had to arrange my thoughts to realize I was peeing but It felt too good so I continued to pee till I was completely relieved, I even stayed in it for a bit, I got another urge rn so I think I'm gonna continue to wet it for the night. Might put up a camera to film myself wetting in my sleep kinda wanna see how it looks -w- Currently still peeing into my bed and I LOVE it
  20. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
  21. Hi all, This file is a result of experimentation with deepfake audio with files taken from the Witcher 3 game. The awful dime smut story is original and the AI audio sometimes creates weird and sometimes hilarious pacing, word pronunciation etc. This little tale does involve some swearing and gratuitous actions that could offend. But if you're horny and want to hear omorashi shenanigans' with the sexy cast from the Witcher 3 game (I do) then hope you enjoy it. No one can stop me and I regret nothing. AF. Spank a Witch - Witcher 3 Smut.wav
  22. This is a bit of a long one so buckle up. Is it really an accident if you choose to have one? I'm sure that question gets asked alot. This is a recent story that happened last Saturday, the forecast was going to be a semi warm pleasant sunny day with some wind. It began with getting some chores done around the house the last of which required taking a small trailer filled with random crap to be emptied at the local waste transfer center, hook up my truck and off I go. As I'm waiting my turn to offload thoughts begin to appear in my head, it's about 12:30 and after this task is done I'll have the afternoon and evening to myself. How can I make the most of it, and how can I make it interesting. Let's make a shopping trip, but not just any regular shopping trip. Oh no that's too boring and mundane. A padded hold of a trip to Universal Diapers, some of you may have heard of it, if not it's basically a baby/adult diaper store with clothing and accessories. The rules were simple-make the trip there, get a small supply boost and come back dry. Wasn't going to make it that easy for myself, so I head home to drop the trailer and prepare. The clothing of choice were a Rearz alpaca with a booster, a purple onesie to hold it in place, a black t-shirt over top, jeans, sweater, favorite hat, jean vest, and a black backpack. Jump in the truck and head out to the train station, but a quick pitstop to grab some 2 monsters, some Gatorade and water. Throw them in the empty bag and off we go. Park the truck and buy the ticket, about a 15 min wait until the next train stops for downtown. Well time to crack that first monster and have a quick smoke as it was about a 40 min ride, my eyes wandering around and I happened to glance that some trains are not going to be run at certain times due to what I assume is track work, whatever I'm in no particular rush right now. Finish my smoke and drink and I head to the platform boarding the train as it rolls up, take my seat on my padded rear and browse my phone with the occasional drink of water to pass the time. The feeling begins to arise that my bladder is filling 10 mins into the ride, thanks monster energy for the monster piss I'm gonna have. Another 30 mins pass and I've reached my stop, the need to pee rising quickly due to the two bottles of water I've had on the train. Leave the station and crack the second monster open and nurse it to my designation. The busy streets filled with the traffic of vehicle and pedestrians cover the sounds my particular underwear would be making, the journey was mostly in a straight line with maybe a dozen traffic lights. Let's drink some Gatorade. Water sucks, Gatorades better. (If you get that reference, your awesome) Light by light the need begins to become an urge, my bladder filling with the irritants of the monster and water combined to form the diapers flood. The motions of walking, stopping and waiting are really begining to play havoc with my bladder, won't be too long before my designation thankfully but I'm most definitely not returning home dry that's for damn sure. 5 lights to go and I begin to fidget with my hands in my pockets. 4 lights, and the squirms begin to appear 3 lights, the pain of the hold sets itself in. 2 lights, the first of many spurts trickle slowing into thirsty padding awaiting the untimely demise. The last light felt like it took forever, standing there waiting while the bustling streets continue on around me. A jet of pee escapes as my legs buckle below me, clamping down with all my willpower and might I managed to regain control. The light changes in my favor and the store is in sight, hopefully I can hold it until at least I make it back out. Walking in the store a very rare sight is spotted at the back of the store, right smack middle of the abdl section. The section I want to be in, to quickly grab what I want and flee before the flood happens in my diaper. Three people were browsing the abdl diapers, two I assume we're a bf/gf couple probably around my age(30s give or take) and one lone soul making a quick sample buy and skedaddle. The couple were still browsing the goods and I'm standing off to the side a bit waiting my turn to grab and go, shell shocked as to what I'm witnessing in the moment. Now any other time people were in the store not in that section I would have walked back out and waited for them to leave, but I felt calm and relaxed to just kinda stand off the the side and patiently wait my turn. As I'm waiting the female notices me makes brief eye contact and apologizes, I say not to worry and to take your time. In the moment I just felt so relaxed I never even thought about my need to pee, well my body managed to handle that problem by itself apparently as I never even noticed my bladder let go until I began to feel the warmth spreading around my diaper. Here I am standing here pissing myself uncontrollably while people who share similar interests within arm's reach. A beautiful high and downfall, a small amount of panic sets in. How did I mange to put myself in this situation I'll never know, but at least there's the small comfort of knowing that these random strangers are literally buying diapers for probably the same purpose I am currently using mine for. At last they kindly let me in and I quickly spot my desires, a pack of Rearz safari and a sample of critter caboose. Goodies in hand I turn to make my purchase as my bladder begins to finish it's voiding process. She turns to me holding a random pack I didn't recognize and asks "don't these look cute?". My face may or may not have been flushed red but I responded with a little laugh and say "yeah they sure do". I make the purchase and stow the goods, the pack in a large garbage pack carried with in another recycled t-shirt bag thing, and the sample pack in my backpack. I leave and walk to the nearby park to enjoy the high of the moment and another cigarette. I hear my train pass in the distance as the destinctive sound of a diesel locomotive carries it roar into the distance. It was going to be a long trip home and I certainly won't be holding it the entire way. How I didn't manage to leak shouldn't be questioned, I certainly put the critter caboose to good use for the evening into the morning. If any of the three are currently seeing this, however brief our encounters were I was glad we've managed to meet members of the community. If your down for a meet and greet I'll do my damn best to be there. (Editz: English as my first and only language is probably riddled with grammar errors, I'm sorry I can't brain today)
  23. I'm new to the site and would like to know which are the best pee holding games that members have come across?
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