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  1. 👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.
  2. My 14th writing in which the protagonist endures an annual doctor's visit while trying not to embarrass herself. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ I hope that tea earlier doesn't get in my way. Mali thought as she drove her way to her doctor's office for her yearly check-up. She was notorious for having horrible luck when her bladder gets pushed to its limits. She had multiple mugs of tea throughout her day and only one bathroom break when she woke up, but all was fine. I'll just go after I check in with the front desk. No risk, no wetness, plain and simple. That day, she wore semi-black jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, and some unimportant underwear. "Hi, I have an appointment for Mali today with Dr. P." The clerk scrolled on his computer. "Yep, got you right here, I'll let her know you're here!" "Thank you!" Mali replied. Right away, she scanned the waiting room for any hallways or doors that would lead to a bathroom. Ironically, she wasn't used to this clinic yet because she changed doctors only a few years ago. She found one door that said employees only, and a hallway that led to another that clearly led into the office space for the clerks. The only other door in the waiting room led to the doctor's office and exam rooms. She'd rather not barge in there and turned to double check around the entrance of the clinic before she got into the waiting room, though she didn't spot any on her way in. Then from behind her came a "Mali?" She felt a ball of anxiety sink within her as she turned back around and forced a nonchalant smile. Because of her past experience, she subconsciously felt embarrassed asking for the restroom, even though she knew there was nothing strange about the question. "Hi, how are you today?" she greeted and followed the doctor back and over to the exam room. On the way, she passed a bathroom sign that taunted her circumstance. Her bladder sent distress signals as she passed, its golden contents letting her urethral muscles know it was preparing to come out. After all, so much tea would naturally have this effect, and Mali would usually have gone before this point. They had their typical catching-up conversation about Mali's general well-being. Mali seemed to the doctor to be in good health. Meanwhile, she felt like anything but in good health. She felt a mix of nervousness in concealment, excitement and other conflicting emotions as she kept a straight face through discomfort. She had a gut-feeling this could end horribly. "Well now with that out of the way why don't you get into the gown while I step out for a moment." "Sure..." "Knock when you're ready. I'll be right outdoors," Dr. P said as she exited the room. Mali took her chance to squirm around and let out some tension that was built up. It snuck up so quick! She tucked her hands between her legs rubbing them impatiently. How do I escape total humiliation?! She knew she couldn't leave, and she knew that it was only going to get critically worse in a matter of minutes. There was almost no chance of her relieving herself outside of this room. She looked around for options. First she looked at the sink. It was entirely metallic, and had a perfectly arched spout over the top of it. It was deep for a sink, but not very wide or long. Skittishly, while tightening every muscle in her groin, she tried positioning herself over the sink so she could let go right down the drain. To her dismay, she couldn't arrange herself in a way she could be confident that her stream would make it in. In the off chance it might, it could easily spill onto the surrounding counter, or, worse, make a loud spraying noise that wasn't at all like how the regular water flow sounded like. It's too risky of a plan. *dripdripdripdrip* "iieeughaahh?!~" She let out a confused but worried noise that was irreplicable. A coin sized area on the bottom of her already dark jeans turned pitch black as Mali's lower half stiffened, still on the counter. All the thinking about water...it's getting to me. Shit. But what else could I do? I might just have to...hope it all goes in quietly. She cringed at the thought. But wait. Maybe there is hope. She leaves to input test results after the exam right? She's not around the door at that time. Maybe I could sneak away. Maybe I could backtrack to wherever that bathroom is. It may be far, but it may be possible. As she took off her clothes, the wet spot was exposed to air, sending jitters through her nervous system. She quickly draped herself in the hospital gown and set her mind at ease in preparation. She knocked, and the doctor came in as she sat up on the bed. The exam began with the ear, eye and mouth checks. The doctor then tried for reflexes. "Try not to be so tense. The knee won't go anywhere if I hit the joint and it's all tightened up!" the doctor told. "And be a little more still if you could please." Mali's legs tried relaxing, then tightening again, to relaxing one and squeezing one under the other for stability. "Sorry." "No worries at all! ... There we go, it's kicking now. Other leg..." Mali noticed as she was using all these instruments that they were coated in plastic before she used them, and that she was tossing them under the bed somewhere. A trash can! Mali's heartrate jumped up a notch with the revelation. She trembled more in response. Dr. P moved onto the heart & lung exam. "Deep breaths in now." They were quick, but they were deep. The doctor caught onto this. "Why so amped up? Is something troubling you?" "N-no, no it's nothing it's just.........I'm a little cold in this, haha," she told her. "Oh, I get it then! The A/C has been really high lately hasn't it?" Following was the breast exam, which passed with Mali lying down, the doctor performing the check, and nothing noteworthy happening besides Mali being incredibly tense during the whole process. She also was working up a small sweat. Her pelvis felt immense pressure as her urine began creeping into the base of her urethra. She had very little time left, but remained strong. "Now do you need a pelvic exam done today? I know we had one done last year. Has anything arisen since then that you need me to take a look at?" the doctor asked. Mali had a slight look of worry written in her initial expression, but was quickly dispelled. "No I think everything's alright." "Ok. Do let me know if anything concerns you though, alright?" "...O-of course." The doctor turned away and headed for her laptop situated on the counter, opposite side of the room of the bed. Mali sat up and in a split instant felt her urethra fill to and past max capacity. She quickly made a barricade with her hands and legs over the top of the gown- *sshHHT spurt spurt* "Hm? Did you say something?" the doctor turned back. "Nothing. Nothing at all," Mali said through strained breath. "Hm. I definitely heard something. Might've been a sink from a room over." A pocket of hot liquid gold was barely suspended in motion within the flexible gown right between her pussy and hands. Slowly it leaked drop by drop through her legs under the gown, and slowly she brought her knees together in the best effort she had to stay under the radar. "Well let me know if you have any questions when I get back running your results through." "T-thank you," she muttered as she felt streaks down the underside of her legs and knees. As the doctor exited, they turned to dripping streams down and onto the floor. She left. Mali slid off the bed. A splash fell from under her and coated her feet and ankles as well as the surrounding base of the bed. *dribble dribble* Continuous drops flowed down the same path. She reached under the gown and over her pussy as 2nd nature to prevent the flow. The back of the gown was dripping. She reached over to the drawer with the trash can, took it out, and stumbled over to the furthest corner from the door with two hands on it and squatted. *PSSHSHSHSHSHSH-* She tried adjusting so the cheap plastic lining of the small can would be quieter. *SHSHShshssssssssssssssssflllllll-* The bottom formed a pool which seemed to dampen the sound her stream made. This carried on at high power for 30 seconds, after which another 30 seconds was dedicated to the trickling leakage left behind. Her butt and thighs continued to drip and become cool. Mali then came to her senses. Oh SHIT I have to clean up!!! And the odor, they'll notice something!!! She grabbed the paper towel from the standby dispenser and wiped herself, the floor, and everything up as quickly yet thoroughly as possible, and tossed them into the pee bag. Oh god, that's not gonna hold... She went fast and removed the bag from the can, being careful not to make any sudden movements, and grabbed another bag from the miniature roll of bags at the bottom of the can. That too was soaked. She double bagged it and tied it up to keep the odor from getting everywhere, even though it practically already was. Back into the drawer it went, and Mali quickly re-wiped the ground and gown with water, put her clothes back on, and tucked up the gown neatly to be disposed of inconspicuously. 1 minute later, the doctor returned with her final remarks. She noticed something off with the room but wasn't equipped with saying what it was. It smelled damp but herbal at the same time. They said their goodbyes, and Mali removed the bag and walked with it hidden by her from any office employees, into the bathroom, where she dumped it in the porcelain throne where it belonged. Going home, she contemplated exactly how embarrassing it would've been to ask for two minutes when she walked down that hall the first time. Dr. P was nice, she would've understood, dumbass. she thought to herself. _______ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I had a blast writing this one! If you'd like to see Mali return in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  3. So I was watching a fairly long movie a few weeks ago and I semi wet myself! So I got through the first 30 mins of the movie and started to feel a wave of desperation coming after drinking half of my large coke. It was easily forgettable so I carried on watching the movie. After an hour in, I began to really feel the urge to pee and began squirming around. I didnt want to miss part of the movie so I held my crotch as tightly as I could and continued through the movie. My mum asked me if I was okay and if I needed to use the loo but I denied and the urge to pee kept getting stronger. At this point, I was squirming in my seat with my heel digging into my crotch to try and stop any leaks from coming out but it wouldn't stop. One small leak slowly dripped from my pee hole, which made me grab my crotch with both my hands and bounce in my seat, grabbing the attention of my mum, who started getting a bit concerned for me and asked if I was desperate for the loo. I told her I was uncomfortable in my seat and I was sure she bought it. Eventually, so many more spurts came out through my fingers and began dripping onto the seat, I couldn't even move at that point. My mum left to use the loo in the last part of the movie, meaning I was all on my own in our section, as not many people were in there with us. I became sweaty from using all of my strength to hold my pee back, with my hands dug into my crotch, my legs fanning in and out, my hips bucking back and forth and my pee hole muscles clenched together. I thought of an idea whilst my mum was gone as I saw my large cup empty. I was gonna pee in it. I carefully removed one hand from my crotch and picked up the cup, using both hands to take off the lid whilst I squeezed my thighs together to hold my pee. I threw my panties down and plopped my ass over the cup, sending my flood into the cup. Sweet relief! Of course the cup began filling, just my luck! I managed to stop my stream and put the lid back over the cup but still felt pretty desperate. I had drank at least 3 other drinks prior! My mum came back and we carried on through the rest of the movie as I dug my hands into my crotch to hold the remainder of my pee. Eventually the movie finished and I had picked up my rubbish whilst bouncing up and down and squeezing my thighs together. I ran to the bathroom to finish my pee but as soon as I got to the stall and locked the door, I began peeing. I quickly pulled my pants down and tried my best to get onto the toilet seat as quick as I could, but I had already wet my pants enough. Probably the most desperate I've been! Sorry for a long story!
  4. Hey all! Sorry for the confusion with the latest post! I took down the last one as I seemed to post videos that were on the DNP list! I found some videos that I thought were hot and also a clue for my upcoming video! I hope you can all guess! And nope, it's not anything public 😂 I'm not that brave! https://thisvid.com https://thisvid.com (male) https://www.pornhub.com https://www.pornhub.com Please enjoy the videos! I've hopefully posted videos on the DNP list this time 😅 Enjoy!
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    Support the developers here. All of these .mp4 files are animations with voices and sfx. 05a and 05b contain fellatio scenes. 06 contains sex scene.
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  7. I’m a cis woman who crossdresses en homme (“as a man”). I have long hair, which I don’t want to cut, so I put it up and put a wig over it when I crossdress. I had decided to crossdress tonight, so I put my hair up, put my wig on, and used binding tape to flatten my chest. I also changed into a pair of men’s boxer briefs so I could fit my packer in the pocket fly (or whatever that thing is called) before putting on men’s jeans and a t-shirt. After I put on the clothes, I felt like I was missing something, so I started experimenting with a new packing method I had thought about. I took one of those triangle-shaped removable bra pads, rolled it into a cylinder-ish shape, and put it into the pocket of my boxer briefs. About halfway through this process, I felt the need to pee and started wishing I had my stand-to-pee device with me so I could pee standing up. I thought about taking off my wig and going to the bathroom (I live in a dorm and I’m not comfortable going outside en homme yet), but I didn’t want to take the time to redo it afterward, so I’ve been holding it for the past hour. I’ve also been drinking a lot of water to put more pressure on myself. I’m currently at a 8/10. The waistband of my jeans is cutting into my bladder, and it’s soooo uncomfortable. But the discomfort is what I’m looking for. Will update.
  8. Edit: This should probably be moved to experiences This is a bit embarrassing, but I'm going to share it anyway. When I was eating breakfast this morning, I had a coughing fit. Coughing usually makes me dribble a bit, even if I don't have to pee, so I crossed my legs to avoid it. It didn't work. Even though I clenched my muscles to the best of my ability, spurts kept coming out with each cough. I put my hand on my crotch and tried to hold as tightly as possible. I could feel the pee start to come out through my fingers, so I got up to try to get to the bathroom, while still coughing. Luckily I was alone, so nobody could see my awkward walk, holding myself and trying to cross my legs in between each step. I had a wet spot in the crotch of my pants, so I had to change them, and I also put on a pad in the case that I end up coughing more. I feel sort of bad that I couldn't even hold it, but also a bit excited. Have you ever had a coughing fit that made you leak?
  9. Hey people of the most of the world long interwebs. I am here to fill (with pee) a void I have noticed when it comes to omo fiction. Now as anyone who's played the game can tell I have a Bug Fables profile picture. And I've been desperate (see what I did there) to read some, so I decided to make it! I don't know when ill be releasing but I hope to get it out soon.
  10. This video is rather old, but if anyone has more videos or photos from her, I really enjoy her dialogue. Also I remember some wet panty photos I think she had. Those were great as well. Apologies for the sketch link, this is the only place I could find it outside of thisvid and I'm not friends yet with the person who has it there. The site hasn't given me much obstruction with watching the video, but it's still a bit sus. https://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/7479/desperate-girl-in-jeans-fails-to-hold-in-her-pee/
  11. Here's another hold! Actually surprised with how I managed to get another one done so quick 😭 I did a bit of no hands holding and bladder squeezing to challenge myself a little too! Tried editing this down (unnecessary noises, cutting it down etc.) but I do apologise if it is a little intrusive! If this is the case, I'll leave the editing out of it next time! Enjoy a much longer video 💕 InShot_20240320_225203935 (1).mp4
  12. The other thread about car wetting accidents get me thinking and I decided to ask how common is my problem, I experiencing it for most of my life. It is not about wettings, but about desperation caused by car motion. Vibrations in a car when driving are doing "miracles" on my bladder. I often have to stop and pee only minutes after I left the parking lot. And I always pee before I leave the apartment or wherever I am. Not that I left with a full bladder. I often have to look for a gas station or a mall after I go somewhere with the car, because I get so desperate so quickly, that I would have a wetting accident, if I don't stop and pee. And it is not just a spurt, I have to pee a lot. Luckily there is a gas station near my apartment and I can stop there when I start the journey from home, but when somewhere else, sometimes can be a challenge finding a place to pee in a hurry. And it is embarrassing when I'm not alone in a car. We just left and I'm already looking for a bathroom. It is not happening every time, but often enough to be a problem. Especially if I drank or eaten one of daily meals in last hour. It is strange that bus ride doesn't have the same effect on my bladder. In a taxi or when someone else is driving happens too, but not that often then when I'm driving and it is easier to hold it for a while in that situation. Anyone else have the same problem?
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    I was worried an accident wouldn't show up on these pants, but I had to go and didn't have time to change 😊
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    Damn it’s been a while since I posted here Winner gets to go to the bathroom room, loser wets themselves. Vote for either Rei or Ren. edit: Poll numbers Rei- 4 Ren- 4 next vote is the winner
  15. GIFS, GIFS, GIFS! These are some clips from the video I just posted to my Just For Fans. I chugged a full bottle of water and waited to see how long I could hold it. The answer was not very long. And then not very long again. And then a third time, too. Check it out at www.justfor.fans/bbabybbear.
  16. Here's my latest video! I thought I'd incorporate a skirt and nudity into it, as those were the two most popular choices! And people enjoyed the last vid so I wanted to keep something from it! I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you wanted or if you wanted more! I'll hopefully be able to understand y'alls taste and what you wanna see soon. Until then, enjoy! 💞🩷 20240326_134037_compressed.mp4
  17. I am a 29 year old female with an athletic build. todays accident began in rhe middle of a work meeting. I worked from home, so I was wearing gray sweats with a more work oriented shirt. Overall, pretty casual. My roommate was home and off today, so I had to work from my bedroom, on the couch I have in there (it isn’t as big as it sounds, I swear haha. I didn’t have room for it when my roommate moved in). A side note that’s relevant, I have a hypertonic pelvic floor. Meaning my muscles are too tight (and yes, you can have a weak pelvic floor with this). Because of this, I struggle to pee and sometimes have to strain. I’ve been having to strain a lot the last week, like more so than normal. Due to this, I feel like my pelvic muscles and/or bladder is sore from all the straining. I’m listening in the meeting, and out of no where my urge to pee is rising. And my bladder is sore, so I feel the need to go a little sooner than usual because of the pain of my bladder + needing to go. Without even fully noticing, I started to hold myself because I couldn’t ignore it. I felt like I was going to break out into a sweat. I felt a little dribble come out of my urethra, very little. Not enough to wet my underwear (this is how my leaks normally are. Once in a while I’ll leak a bit more). I wasn’t fully desperate yet and fidgeting non stop, but I also was at the point where all I could think of is “how soon until I can pee?”i Then I thought that I could just let a little bit out to alleviate the pressure. Remember, I need to strain to pee. So I had to strain without looking like I was, and I managed that. A little bit of pee came out. Enough to wet my underwear. It did relieve some of the pressure. The meeting kept going, so I let out a little bit more. It was still in my underwear and not yet visible on my pants. 20 minutes go by and I decide to let out another spurt. ~this is where I fucked up~ I didn’t even need to strain to pee, it just came out. My stream isn’t super heavy, but came out at my full force (which is still a slower stream than my friends)….. it didn’t stop right away. I was peeing full force for about 4-5 seconds. Which was a enough to do damage. But the urge to pee did die down. my light gray sweat pants were now wet and dark gray. The wetness didn’t travel to all of my butt- it was about a softball size at the bottom. From my crotch to my butt, it was probably a watermelon size. I didn’t have to sit too, too long in my wet clothes. Trying not to act embarrassed that I peed (again) while working from home on a call. The meeting finally ended, and I wasn’t desperate. I didn’t need to rush before exploding, but I couldn’t wait before my next meeting either. When I got to The bathroom, that latch key incontinence hit, and I started peeing my pants again. I quickly untied them and made it to the toilet, with a very mini puddle in front of it. this wasn’t an intentional hold or intended accident. I really just wanted the couple little spurts so I could listen more attentively. I’ve had the rare occasion I peed myself while in the office. Luckily, the one I was wearing a dress, so no visible damage was done that day. And the other I lied and said I got my period and needed to run home and change. well. The others barely dampened my underwear or I could hide easily. I primarily work from home, but I still feel shame and embarrassment when I have little accidents while on calls. Generally, my accidents that become visible don’t happen super, super often. But I’d say 2-4 times a month I have accidents that require me to change (i wonder if that would be a lot to some 😅). So I’m a rarity who both has a bladder of steel and a weak bladder. It truly depends, and sometimes depends the way I’m sitting. I am usually tempted to tell some of my stories here, but I don’t want to be annoying with always posting about my mild incontinence issues. soo, I’m curious, have any of you let a couple spurts out to alleviate pressure? What happened?
  18. View File Wetting my favorite pajama pants I was worried an accident wouldn't show up on these pants, but I had to go and didn't have time to change 😊 Submitter satur8 Submitted 03/27/2024 Category Male  
  19. View File @Eldridgeisan MMD Wettings The works by @Eldridgeisan on Twitter The order of the wettings are 1: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1626603541287800833?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 2: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1629143115797008384?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 3: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1629445343753699328?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 4: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1641780153088098304?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 5: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1642889537155371009?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ 6: https://x.com/eldridgeisan/status/1720776703889555780?s=46&t=Cvz7h5w4SjTAgb60UaNgGQ Submitter Vbucks Submitted 03/22/2024 Category Female  
  20. A hot vid I found and managed to download! Hope y'all enjoy it too! Please let me know if this person is on the DNP list, I'll take it down if that's the case! Until then, enjoy 🩷 PS. I will be getting on with more stories, folks, just hit a bit of a writers block at the moment! Please bare with! 246.mp4
  21. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  22. I know accidents happen sometimes, but it doesn't make me feel better when they do... I definitely should have been wearing a pull-up. Next time I'll play it on the safe side.
  23. I had always been fond of diapers and 3 years ago my mom had left the country with my dad as they went on a vacation for a month. I knew what I had to do straight away as right after they left within 15 minutes i got ready and walked to the nearest pharmacy where they always had a stash of DryNites pull ups diaper. I went over to the diaper isle and took a good look at all the other brands of diaper they had before choosing my DryNites. I went over to the billing counter and paid for my diaper and left hurriedly to go home. It was my first time going back in a diaper, but i was scared as my parents had informed my neighbours about taking care and keeping an eye on me before leaving, so before i entered the wing which led to my apartment I took a good look whether anybody was outside my apartment door, when I saw nobody was there I took my chance and ran straight to my home as fast as I could, I had the keys ready in my hand and i quickly opened and shut close the door locking it. My dreams were finally true and I'd get to wear diapers day and night for the next month or so. I took out a diaper from the pack and it was a bright pink coloured diaper with butterflies imprinted around it, I slid one under my crotch before feeling the wooly thick padding between my thighs. Withing 1 hour of wearing it i started feeling the pressure on my bladder but I didn't just wanted to start peeing, rather i held it in for 30 more hour till I couldn't hold it in anymore, suddenly i felt a small squirt of piss come out of my pussy and within 5 seconds I lost complete control of my bladder with the piss exploding out in my diaper and filling my diaper turning it pale and heavy and the pee had now filled my entire diaper from middle to the back side. I couldn't believe that a barely 18 year old teen had pissed in her diaper like a baby while sitting on a couch. I stood up and the diaper felt really heavy. I wore my panties over it and also my shorts but the bulge was kind of visible and the diaper band also peeked out a little over the top of my shorts. I had to go to my neighbours house for dinner as I was invited over and i dared to wear my already wet diaper with the bulge slightly visible. I rang the door bell and the door was answered by my aunt and then I was welcomed inside everything went fine and we finished our dinner. After our dinner I was playing with the neighbours child and suddenly i heard a voice from behind saying "What's that peeking out from behind of ur shorts nora?" I turned around frightened and she said "Are you wearing a diaper?" I was ashamed but said at last that I had woren a diaper. I thought of all the worst case scenario that could have took place but I suddenly heard a soft caring voice saying " it's fine nora, you are getting to know yourself, you are in that age group where most childrens stay confused but you're brave." I was so scared and had adrenaline pumping through my body that I started peeing in my already soaked up DryNites again, it really started to bulge out of the shorts and even leaked just enough for my aunt to notice it. My aunt said "awhh looks like somebody needs a change, it's fine nora go and get a fresh diaper from your house I will change you up". I went to home and started crying and was so humiliated by what had just happened with me. I went to my room room a fresh diaper out of the pack and went to their home where my aunt changed me on the table counter top, I could fit on it as I wasnt too big for my age. I watched a movie with their child who now knew that I wear diaper, he questioned me saying why do I wear a diaper, my face turned red like a tomato but I told him that I wore them because I had a medical condition and we moved on. I went to my home and went to the washroom but since I was already wearing a diaper i sat on the toilet without taking of my panties and let out small squirts of pee into my diaper before completely flooding my diaper once again, and since it was already quite late (12:15 am) i went to sleep in my wet diaper only. It was my first time sleeping in a wet diaper I couldn't sleep because of the thick warm padding feeling between my legs but eventually went to sleep. I had woken up once in the middle of the night as my diaper and turned extremely cold but slept after some time. When i woke up in the morning I went number 1 in my diaper and it was really full as I had wet it again. The odor of piss was a turn on for me and my privates became extremely grooly and wet. I went downstairs and cooked myself a breakfast, had my toast and tea and i felt an urge to go number 2 well I was in a dilemma whether to go in my diaper or go and do it like a big girl on the toilet, well I chose option 1 and sat on the toilet once again wearing my diaper and panty, but i couldn't poop in my diaper as i couldn't force my mind. After probably 15 minutes I gave one final push and all the poop came out in the diaper and spread everywhere in the diaper. It was a warm mushy feeling but I felt very grossed out and quickly took off my diaper and went and took a shower as it was quite disgusting for me. Well this almost went on for 2 weeks till I didn't completely fulfil my desire and fantasies regarding diapers and I also wet my panties and i even wore my panties once inside my DryNites. I even messed my diapers and sat in it. Well all these stories are for another time but it was good sharing my experience with y'all and hope y'all like it. Thankyouu!!
  24. I had a recent experience where I completely lost control of my bladder that I hadn't done in over two decades and it's been on my mind ever since so I wanna share it here in case anybody else will enjoy reading it. One morning, I went out to my kitchen in nothing but my underwear, a pair of briefs. Nobody was home so I didn't really care. I just wanted a quick snack. I hadn't used the toilet in a while but I wasn't thinking. Then I heard someone coming home and I didn't think fast enough to dash to my room, so the person was no doubt going to see my practically naked self run into my room and I did not want that. So I went into the garage. I planned on staying in there until I was 100% sure the person was back in their room. It was then that I realized I had to pee really badly. I was frantically walking around practically holding my p**is closed and occasionaly putting my ear to the door to see if I can hear a presence in the kitchen. But the heater was in the garage and was VERY loud so this proved difficult. I eventually just decided I'd stay in there until the urge went away and THEN leave since I knew it would take a while. Better safe than sorry. This did not happen at all. I could not stop how badly I felt I wanted to pee and it only got worse. After dancing around uncontrollably and a few spurts coming out, I decided screw it and was gonna grab an empty detergent container to pee inside. However the urge was so bad that as soon and I slipped my boxers down, reflexes kicked in and I just started uncontrollably peeing on the garage floor. At this point I just let it go feeling a mixture of extreme relief, disbelief and embarrassment, but also euphoria and even arousal at what I was doing. The stream went on for an absurdly long time and truth be told once it was over I wanted to masturbate right then but I kept myself and just completely emptied my bladder. It was so bad that eventually i didnt even feel anything despite pee pouring out. I cleaned up the puddle with lots of floor cleaner and a mop obviously, and then took a shower, but the entire experience stood out on my brain long after the fact. There is this japanese omorashi author i followed for a while named Shimosaka Nigoru 「しもさか にごる」that had released a decent amount of manga on dlsite under the group (studio fd) and their stuff, in my opinion, most captured the feeling I felt in that event. Anyway thanks for reading if you did, and I hope you guys give shimosaka some support. Yes this was all kind of a roundabout way for me to spread awareness of their works lol
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