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  1. I enjoyed the feeling of my pee just spurting out, despite my ultimate efforts so much. I felt such a huge relief afterwards. I have woken up about 13 hours ago and after squirming for half an hour, I gave in and had my big morning pee. Since than I've carried around regularly with my days. After 10 hours I get home and start noticing that I need to pee. I completely disregarded that as usual and started working on a project for two hours. It kept me really focused and did not realize how time passed by. At this time I was 12 hours with my hold and I started feeling pressure waves. Had to grab myself and stopped what I was doing as I could no longer focus on anything else rather than my bursting bladder. I slide my hands in towards my penis and I can feel that my bladder is extremely bulged and rock solid. Tried to press a little bit on it to asses the real situation and I just couldn't, it was hard as a stone. Trying to push nearly made me spurt in my pants too. I moved to the kitchen, sat on the couch for 10 minutes, until I really felt the pressure waves getting stronger and also some mild pain round my bladder and penis, point at which I stood up and started the camera. Had taken this pic before starting the video. By this time it was around 13 hours since my last pee.I start the camera rolling, I light up a cigarette and try to stay as calm as I can (although it is pretty difficult). Grabing myself and sligthly squirming around is really hard to control. Very shortly I grab the Pepsi bottle and take a few big mouthfuls of it - what a great idea :-) I feel the pressure harder and harder building from my bladder to my urethra. For minutes into the video I show my bulging bladder once again and try to press on it - ROCK SOLID I grab the Pepsi bottle again and chug some more out of it. Now looking at how much is left in the bottle, I am pretty confident that I drank about 1L only during this video (which means that I'll be bursting again soon :-) ). About 9 minutes into the video I light a cigarette which I put down pretty shortly as I can literally feel spasms and my pee tries to force out. I manage for the first 10 minutes of video to remain completely dry, but you can really see my desperation build up. The spasms keep getting more and more frequent and harder to control. I am squeezing and grabbing as hard as I can as my spasms just become uncontrollable and I release a spurt. I squeeze as hard as I can and manage to hold for a few more seconds and another bigger spurt just pushes itself out of me. I squeeze and grab myself as hard as I can. I leak a few more times during the first minute, having a big and visible patch. I managed to cut off the stream every time, and to my surprise for the next 3 minutes the spasms have stopped and it became bearable. After those 3 minutes I can feel the spasms starting to kick in again. I finish my cigar and with very careful footing I manage to get to the bathroom without leaking any further. In the bathroom I try to squeeze as hard as I can but the pee starts to spurt out despite my best attempts to cut it off, every few seconds. Until the point I am peeing myself without being able to do anything about it. I end up with a huge soak and quite a puddle on the floor. The feeling of relaxation felt divine. I am even surprised at how long I managed to fight the spasms and stop the flow. Sorry for the audio, the noise is from my cooler. I am really curious for your feedback Video:
  2. After engaging in some really exciting bladder control chat last night I managed to fall asleep without fully emptying (2wines glasses only)..... plus the chat involved me drinking another pint of water, When my alarm went of off this morning I awoke with a start... good job too, as my muscles had just started to relax and I could feel the first trickle coming out... i rushed to the bathroom with spurts running down my legs, and started fully peeing before sitting down, making a little puddle to clean up. obviously this got me a little hot so i returned to my bed and played with my vibrator.. as I shuddered to orgasm a huge spurt of pee came out, obviously I hadn't fully emptied. I returned to the bathroom before I left for my commute. on the way to work traffic was quite bad, my knickers and tights were pushing quite hard against my pussy. My mind kept drifting to the fact that my next adventure will be to pee in tights.. I was getting aroused and also getting pee signals... the journey took nearly an hour due to traffic and at one point I was tempted to relax a bit, thinking that there couldn't be much to come out, but was too scared that my in car coffee might have sped its way down, and as I do a job where it would be impossible to have peed pants and/or be late I held on... I rushed to the loo as soon as I got to work... and I could feel the pee coming down my tube as I pulled down my clothes but luckily for me managed to be in position before it was released.. after my pee I sat there panting.. Now have drunk a coffee, some water and on a can of cola... I might put those tights back on and....
  3. I got very desperate pretty fast as I have been drinking lots and barely avoided completely soaking myself and ran to the bathroom a bit earlier at some friends. I was extremely squirmy and barely could sit still, started walking, shivering, jumping around and frantically grabbing myself as I became more and more bursting. The pressure on my rock solid very bulging bladder was insane and I could feel the pressure-vawes of pain hit me harder and harder as I struggled not to leak. Have everything in a nice long squirmy and shaky video Please let me know what do you think of this squirmy battle
  4. I've seen this kind of threads on several other forums but not here at omorashi. Therefor Im quite interested in asking you all if anyone of you ever have been told to wet yourself by your parents, friends, friends parents or maybe some other older person. The situation could be like sitting in a traffic jam and desperate for the bathroom but nowhere to go and that someone told you it was okay to just let it go. There is probably loads of other examples out there. Someone who's been in a situation like this or even maybe been in a situation where you told someone els (maybe younger sister or so) to just "go"?
  5. Can someone rip this? It's a brief desperation scene, shot from directly above, and is very simple but good. She doesn't cover up with her hands, and her panties are only halfway down, so when she is squirting, you can see them become soaked. Its an excellent video. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5892d3a4d4935
  6. View File Tight Jeans Wetting After Hold After the gym, breakfast, yard work, and other misc chores I finally had to throw on these tight jeans and give in to the need to pee after holding back all day. This one felt really good, I hope the male jeans wetting crowd and others alike enjoy! 😉 Submitter WettingFan91 Submitted 11/08/2017 Category Peeing  
  7. Tight Jeans Wetting After Hold

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    After the gym, breakfast, yard work, and other misc chores I finally had to throw on these tight jeans and give in to the need to pee after holding back all day. This one felt really good, I hope the male jeans wetting crowd and others alike enjoy! 😉

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  8. female Interesting experience

    I have drank 1.5L of luqiuds in the past hour whilst my last pee was 7 hours ago. I got in bed comfy waiting to start feeling and enjoying getting desperate. I just experienced this, must not bee the only one. That moment when only thinking about how desperate you will get shortly is a huge turn-on and excitement
  9. My last story was about me controlling my gf’s bladder which she absolutely loves and I love being controlled just as much and my husband Matty is my bladder master. It is always a bigger turn when he randomly decides to take control of my bladder rather than a planned holding session. On New Years Eve we were working at our pub as it would be busy and it's always a really good night. Our resident DJ who plays for us every weekend said he would do New Years for us so in the afternoon I went down and helped him set up in his usual place and then headed back home to chill out for a couple of hours. I spent the afternoon watching TV then about half 5 I went and had a shower and got dressed. As I was getting ready Matty came in and asked me if I had pee’d whilst I was in the shower. I said I had and he suddenly pulled me close and said “well that was your last one this year, no more peeing until 2016”. I felt myself become aroused at the thought and looked at the time, 6 hours till midnight. I finished getting ready and then we headed down for the evening. At half 6 our DJ started playing and the evening kicked off. Throughout the evening we had entertainment and events and it was really good fun. As time went on I kept sipping at my drink to keep myself cool as serving drinks constantly was warm work. By 10 o’clock I was starting to feel the effects in my bladder and over the next hour gradually got more and more desperate. By 11 I was busting for a pee and told Matty this. He smiled and glanced at the clock. He leaned down and whispered “only and hour to go” and prodded my bladder playfully. My drinks continued to filter through me and I continued to get more and more desperate. At 11:30 we rang the bell to let people know it was last orders for 2015 as just before midnight we close the bar so that us and the staff can join in the celebrations. We dealt with the rush of people coming to get drinks and then Matty asked me to go sort the Champagne. We give free glasses of Champagne so people can toast new year when it comes so I went to the kitchen to sort it out. I opened the bottles and filled up the glasses. It was then I realised why Matty has asked me to do it. Listening to the champagne pour into the glasses made my desperation so much worse and I took the opportunity whilst I was alone to dance and hold myself to ease the pressure pushing down on my pee hole. After I filled all the glasses I took them out and handed them round to everyone and once everyone had a glass I put the leftover glasses behind the bar and then went to close the doors as we have a policy on New Years that just before Midnight we lock the doors so no one else can come in and then we don’t let anyone else in after Midnight. We do this because of past experiences of people who go looking for anywhere that's open just to get more drink and we don’t want those sorts of people. We stay open until all our customers have had enough and leave but we don’t want staying open for anyone to come in after they have left another pub that's closing. I went round and locked the front and back door and then turned the TV;s on to watch big ben and the fireworks in London. I went and stood behind the bar with Matty and subtly pee danced. Our barmaid noticed and asked if I was okay. I laughed and said “I need a pee but I don’t want to miss midnight”. She laughed and nodded in agreement. Watching the countdown on the TV seemed to make my desperation intensify and I had to cross my legs tight to keep my pee hole closed. The countdown hit zero and Big Ben sounded and everyone cheered in the New Year. Matty wrapped his arms around me and whispered Happy New Year in my ear before kissing me. We kissed for a moment before stopping and raising our glasses. I drank my champagne which really didn’t help my poor bladder and I bobbed slightly as I crossed slightly. Matty suddenly squeezed my bladder and a leak escaped into my knickers. I gasped and he winked at me. We watched as people linked up and sang Auld Lang Syne and then when it finished people the DJ started again and it seemed people were like me in that they were waiting for midnight as when I looked over there was a queue for the bathroom. Not that that was a problem and I could use the one in the flat upstairs. I was about to ask him if I could go pee when he rang the bell telling people the bar was open again and then he went to let people out who wanted to leave. I served drinks to those who came to the bar whilst dancing and trying to keep my knickers dry for a few more minutes. The sound of the beer pouring into the glasses was almost making me leak and I found Matty looking at me smiling. After the initial rush Matty said he was going to the cellar to get some more bottles for the fridge and suddenly grabbed my hand and led me with him. He led me downstairs and pulled me towards him and kissed me. I squirmed in his arms and broke the kiss and told him I was nearly wetting myself. He smiled and said “I know, and it's so sexy watching you squirm”. He stepped back and watched me dancing and grabbing my self up my dress. I asked if I could go and pee and he shook his head and said “you don’t think I’m going to let you waste a perfectly good full bladder do you”. Hearing him say this sent my arousal skyrocketing and I just stood in front of him desperately trying not to pee myself. I managed to stay dry for another few minutes before I started leaking. I pulled my dress up and showed him the wet patch on my knickers that was steadily getting bigger and begged him to let me go pee before I soaked them. He pulled me in front of him and suddenly said “NO” and pushed hard on my bladder. The sudden pressure caused me to lose control for a moment and pee splashed onto the floor below me. I gasped and pushed my hand against my pee hole to stop it all bursting out. He smiled at me and said “take your hand away”. I reluctantly removed my hand and it started leaking out. I told him I couldn’t hold it much longer and he smirked and said “what if i do this”. His hand slid into my knickers and spread my pussy open revealing my trembling pee hole. As soon as he did this the spurts came and I couldn’t stop them. I spurted a few times and then he pushed again on my bladder and I completely lost it. Pee gushed out into my knickers and all over his hand and ran down my legs and all over the floor. I sighed out loud in relief and leaned in and kissed him as my bladder emptied all over. It kept coming and coming and eventually after what felt like forever the stream slowed down and then finished. I let out a long moan feeling relieved and now super horny. He smiled at the puddle on the floor then told me to take my knickers off. I slid them off and he threw a towel at me and I wiped my legs off and then he handed me a fresh pair of knickers. I looked at them and he said “I thought I better bring these in case you couldn’t make it to midnight”. I giggled and slid them on and he put the wet ones in a bag and put them in his pocket. I walked over to the other side of the cellar and he filled one of the buckets we use when we clean the pump lines and filled it with water and threw it across the floor to wash my pee puddle down the drain. He then handed me a crate of bottles for the fridge and smacked my butt and sent me back upstairs to stock the fridges. Needless to say it was a wonderful start to the new year and later on on the way home I had a very nice desperation sighting which made for a nice end to the night which I will write about and post later.
  10. Hey there! I found this one on YouTube, she really looks like she needs to go... :)
  11. Heyyy everyone!! Got another story for ya! This one's pretty long, but it's a 2-for-1! If you want to skip the build up and get straight to the pee, go to paragraph 5 for the first part and paragraph 7 for the second. Hope you enjoy!! Earlier this week, I went out of town for an event. It wasn't far enough to justify the cost of flying, but with a 8-hour drive one way, it was plenty far enough to enjoy some pee fun along the way! I made it to the event without incident, but the same can't quite be said for the return . Needless to say, after the drive there and the event itself, I was pretty toasted by the end of the day, so I checked into a motel and stayed the night. I'm not much of a morning person, so I figured, with a day off from work and some time in a fresh city, what's the rush? I slept in and enjoyed some time around town before I dragged myself back to the car at about 4PM. Both for health purposes and the obvious pleasures that coincide, I try to keep pretty thoroughly hydrated throughout the day. Today was no exception. I had run by a gas station during my excursion downtown and filled one of those "Big Gulp" cups to the rim with water and had been nursing it throughout the day. I knew I'd have to stop a few times on my way back, but that didn't bother me too much. I made a quick preemptive run to the bathroom and, with all of my things packed into the back seat and my "Big Gulp" cup by my side, I set off for the long journey home. One thing I didn't account for: Rush hour. I'm not accustomed to taking days off in the middle of the week, and rush hour isn't a huge deal where I live, so it didn't even occur to me to consider other people's commutes home. An hour in, and I was totally gridlocked on the highway. Brilliant. To make matters worse (or better? I guess it depends on your perspective ), I was gradually becoming aware of my increasing need to urinate. I wasn't about to explode just yet, but I knew I needed to find a solution--and quickly. I glanced around nervously. Moving wasn't realistic at this point, let alone getting to an exit and finding a place to relieve myself. I comforted myself with delusions that this traffic jam may clear up any time and that, if I just managed to distract myself, I'd be fine. I cranked up my radio and began singing along with it. Boston, anyone? I was going to be okay. I glanced over to the car next to me and saw the driver chuckling at me singing to myself. I grinned at her and carried on, knowing I needed to distract myself. The problem here being that, by focusing on my need to distract myself, I emphasized my growing need to pee that much more. "It's okay," I told myself, "You don't need to go that badly just yet." Another 20 minutes passed and we'd barely made any headway. Every time we crept forward, my heart would leap, only to tumble back down into my depths of my stomach when we stopped again. It seemed, according to the radio, there was a minor accident ahead that was slowing things down even more. Little did they know, there was a serious possibility of a different kind of accident occurring between my legs. By now I'd abandoned any hope of distracting myself. I was swaying back and forth and fidgeting, the urge to pee feeling pretty severe by now. I was frantically looking around for solutions. Sure, I could just wet myself in my car, but as much as I love my fetish, I love the condition of my car more. With that possibility ruled out, there wasn't much left. I was foolish enough to wear jeans today instead of a skirt, meaning that if I stepped out of my car, any wetting would be blatantly obvious to all who sat idly around me. Similarly, I couldn't exactly bare my lady bits for all of the commuters to watch cascades of urine gush from them. That left one option. My eyes fell onto my "Big Gulp" cup as my hand found its way to my crotch. I didn't like the idea of attempting this in my car, but I had no other option. I took my hand from my crotch and grasp the cup. Shoot. It still had a little water. I briefly considered chucking the water out the window, but wanted to hold off in case I needed to dispose of my pee without suspicion. Nothing else to do, I chugged the last little bit. By now, it was urgent. I bobbed back and forth as I undid my seatbelt. I quickly glanced around to ensure there were no tractor trailers or other tall vehicles around me--as badly as I had to go, I wasn't about to give a free show (not that I really had a choice, looking back now). Hallelujah. Only sedans surrounded me. I hurriedly undid my jeans and tried to discreetly pull them down. This was going to be a challenge. Maybe if I removed my shoes? Just then, the woman behind me honked. I jumped, startled, nearly peeing myself right then. We had gained a whopping 10 feet. I pulled up behind the car in front of me and set the hand brake. My hand firmly in place upon my nether regions, I frantically took off my shoes and tossed them into the passenger seat. Next, the jeans came off, revealing my blue panties. I seriously hoped nobody could see what I was doing, but I didn't care enough at the time to check. With every second that passed by, my bladder ballooned that much more, threatening to soil my car. Next came the panties, revealing my bare downstairs for anyone who happened to have a tall enough ride. I grabbed the cup and tried to position it. How exactly was I going to manage this? The steering wheel was proving problematic. What I would've given at this moment to have a penis. In my frustration, I glanced up to make sure the traffic hadn't moved. Thankfully, it was stationary. I looked back down at my predicament. "Okay," I muttered, "Let's try this." I slid forward a bit, getting my butt off of the seat, and pressing my abdomen against the steering wheel. "This is gonna have to work." I said at last. I positioned the cup beneath where I hoped my urethra would spill, and let loose. Within about a second, the floodgates had burst open and a rush of pee shot (thankfully) straight into the cup, pattering loudly as it accumulated at the bottom. "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with relief as the cup grew heavier with my pee. It was a really bizarre sensation to be sitting there, surrounded by so many people, peeing into a cup, of all things, in my car. I closed my eyes and put my head back as the spurt continued below. After a moment, the cup was getting heavy enough that I had to grab the bottom of it with my free hand. It felt warm and enticing in my grip. I smiled as the last few dribbles emerged and found their way to the steamy pool below. It was then I remembered I was still supposed to be driving. I glanced up nervously. Thankfully, the traffic still hadn't budged. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead to the toilet paper predicament. Fortunately, I wore panties that day and could let them sop up what remained. I cautiously placed the cup back into its holder and admired my handywork as I pulled my panties up and dabbed myself dry. There was still quite a bit of space in the cup, but the pee was pretty clear, meaning I could probably dispose of it without too much suspicion, should the need arise. I nervously glanced outside my car again, but thankfully everyone was totally oblivious, playing on their phones or fidgeting around with papers. I didn't bother putting my jeans back on, figuring I'd need to pee again before getting out of this mess of traffic. Instead, I covered my lap with them, obscuring my nearly-nude lower half in case any tall vehicles passed me. It turned out this was a wise move, as I had to use the cup several times again before getting out of that jam. Thankfully, I only needed to dump it out my window once. After tacking about 2 hours onto my drive, I finally managed to get out of that traffic fiasco (lesson learned for future trip planning). Much of the rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. Despite the fond feelings I have developed for it by then, I disposed of my cup at my next stop. All of my efforts to relieve myself were done at gas stations and rest stops from that point forward, but my last one was particularly notable. It was 1AM. I was about an hour from home and nobody was on the road. I had enough pee that I could go, but it wasn't super urgent. Regardless, by this point I was excited about my pee endeavors of the day, but totally mind-numbed and frazzled from the drive. I was exhausted, so when I saw a rest stop by the side of the road, I took the opportunity. I wanted to do something naughty--anything. It was deserted and it didn't seem like anyone would be making any surprise visits...soooo...why not pop into the men's room and give it a go? I did a quick walk around the stop to make sure there wasn't anybody who I might've overlooked. The coast was clear. I made my way to the door and stood outside. This would be my first time using a multi-occupancy men's room and, even though I knew the probability of someone walking in on me was next to naught, I still felt a jolt of adrenaline. My heart surged as I pushed open the door. The light flicked on and revealed several urinals and several stalls, opposing a row of sinks. It was cleaner than I was anticipating, especially compared to the single-occupancy men's room I've used at a gas station near my home. I felt a sense of urgency, not to pee, but to hurry, just in case anybody happened upon me. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered where I would pee. I could use a stall in any old bathroom, so I didn't want to do that. I'm still not confident enough in my skills to attempt a urinal (someday). I scanned the room before me, with my eyes ultimately landing on a floor drain in the middle of the bathroom. Perfect. I quickly fumbled to get my lower clothing off, taking care not to step onto the floor with my socks (I shudder to think of what bacterial horrors lie there). I shuddered with excitement as I set my clothes onto the paper towel dispenser and made my way, butt-naked, to the floor drain. I squatted over it and noted that I was trembling as I attempted to position myself (funny how such a simple thing can cause such excitement!!). Finally, I let 'er rip! Here I was, squatting right in front of a bunch of urinals, leaking my bladder into a floor drain. I giggled with delight and tried, with no success, to calm down my trembling. I felt a cool spatter bouncing back from the drain cover and showering my thighs. I adjusted to alleviate this, missing the drain a bit in the process, sending a bit of pee spurting outward and forming a small puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, the last little bit came to a dribbly end far too soon. I stood up to grab some toilet paper and laughed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, my naked vulva dripping with pee, contrasting the men's toilets in the background. I'm not gonna lie, I felt a small and strange sense of pride for being there (girl power?). I retrieved the toilet paper, wiped myself clean, including my thighs, and stood once more before the mirror. I knew I should be quick, but I wanted to savor the image just a bit longer (really mature, I know). I fiddled with myself very briefly for good measure, then put my clothes on and washed up. Drunk with triumphant delirium, I pointed at the urinals as I left and proclaimed, "Soon!" I left the bathroom, looking back at the "Men" sign on my way out. The cool evening breeze hugged me as I trod back to my car. Despite being very tired by that point, the excitement carried me the rest of the way home.
  12. Am looking to post videos and pics of me wetting in the hope that I’ll find a girl who enjoys watching and doing this herself :-) would love someone to chat with / wet with , I love squatting and wearing tight jeans or shorts, I’d love a girl to do the same or any suggestions welcome
  13. Secretive Wetting

    From the album Wet Peaches

    She just needed a moment alone so she could relieve herself after a long and drawn out audience... Too bad her servants wouldn't leave her alone for even a minute.
  14. Kim was driving out to a local park to take a stroll in the woods and to take a break from her busy college life. Kim was of average height and had straight black hair. It had been an unseasonably warm October with temperatures spiking into the 90s, but today was cool and Kim was wearing grey yoga pants and a light black jacket. As she pulled into the gravel parking lot that marked the entrance of the park she finished the last of the coffee she had made this morning. She had already drunk 5 cups. “probably too much, but it’s such a cozy thing to do on a cool morning like today” she thought to herself. She hoped out of the car and grabbed her backpack from the other seat. It contained her hammock and a water bottle. Once everything was situated she set out down the trail. The trail followed a river for about a mile and then looped back to the parking lot in a circuit that was about 3 miles long in total. As Kim descended the trail out of the parking lot she passed the only bathroom in the whole park without giving it a second thought. It took Kim about 15 minutes to reach her favorite hammock spot and on the way, she drank most of the water she had with her. She set up her hammock slightly off the trail overlooking the nearby river. After climbing into the hammock, she stared at the beauty of the trees and the river and soon she had drifted off to sleep. Kim suddenly found herself back at the college, just leaving a lecture hall and she desperately needed to pee. It was a miracle she had made it all the way through the lecture and she was taking small frantic steps down the hallway towards the nearest bathroom. She was surrounded by people and could feel herself bursting at the seams, she had no choice but to bury her hand into her crotch to prevent herself from leaking. She finally made it to the bathroom at the end of the hall but to her dismay she found all the stall were full. Kim leaned against the wall in the bathroom with her legs crossed and her hands pressed in her crotch. Her urethra quivered with the strain of keeping her pee in. Finally, on of the stalls opened and Kim raced inside, ignoring the judging look she received from the girl coming out. She could feel herself starting to leak as she locked the door to the stall and she could feel a warm wetness as she soaked her panties and the crotch of her light grey pants. She managed to rip down her pants and panties and felt relieved as a torrent of pee jetted into the toilet. The warmth of relief began to creep from her crotch up her back and down to her thighs. Kim bolted awake to find herself peeing full force and soaking herself as she lay in the hammock. Being slightly water-proof, the hammock allowed the piss to pool and she was soaked with pee from the middle of her back all the way down to her knees. Her light grey yoga pants made the accident incredibly obvious and Kim’s face burned with embarrassment. How could a 20-year-old college student wet her pants like this. Kim jumped out of the hammock and managed to stop peeing. She had to cover up this accident somehow in case someone came walking down the trail. She tied her windbreaker around her waist, luckily the red sweated she wore underneath had been mostly protected and from the back it would be hard to tell she had pissed herself. Kim quickly packed up her hammock trying to ignore the fact that despite her soaking grey pants she still need to pee quite badly. Kim began quickly walking down the trail trying to ignore the sounds of the river next to her but with each passing minute her desperation increased. Soon her urethra began to hurt from the strain of trying to hold in the flood. With each step Kim’s bladder jostled around in her pelvis shooting waves of desperation through Kim’s body. Less than 2 minutes’ walk from the parking lot Kim could hold it in no longer and a jet of warm piss shot into her already soaking panties and a new wetness darkened Kim’s yoga pants even more. Kim was beaten with her pants already soaking she couldn’t will herself to hold a second longer. She spread her legs slightly and with a hissing sound the 20-year-old college student, started to pee full force into her panties. The now familiar warmth ran down her legs and into her socks, luckily her light tennis shoes allowed the piss to stream into the puddle slowly forming between her legs. Luckily no one else was around to see her pissing herself and face burning with shame Kim made it home to a much-needed shower without any other surprises.
  15. female YouTube car wetting

    Found this video while browsing through YouTube today. Sorry if it's a re post.. New to me. Enjoy! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oi3aIzMOH3w
  16. View File Arriving home, Desperate to Pee I was thinking about it all day at work, squirming in the car on the way home, ran in and threw on some skinny fitting sweats (leaked a little in the process) hit record and began to finally pee. Hope you enjoy thanks for watching. :D Submitter WettingFan91 Submitted 07/28/2017 Category Peeing  
  17. The Morning Wood Conundrum

    Every guy knows the struggle. You awaken in the morning, bursting to pee, but the man downstairs is rock solid. Guys, have you found any creative solutions for this? I generally just pee in the shower now to sidestep any issues, but a few years back, I devised and tested something a bit more exciting. It was late at night. I'd been reading/watching a lot of omo stuff, so naturally, pee and erections were in the forefront of my mind. I then considered how challenging it is to relieve oneself in the morning as a male if morning wood has struck. Obviously, aiming downward isn't an option and most of us unfortunately lack access to urinals in the comfort of our homes, so I wondered: Would it be feasible for me to aim my penis upward, arc my stream of pee, and land it in the toilet? I figured it'd be worth a shot (pun absolutely intended), so I downed a ton of water and waited. Shortly after, the urge hit and I was almost ready. I stiffened myself up and, not feeling a particularly strong desire to flood my bathroom floor, decided to attempt my new idea in the shower. Initially, I just wanted to see how much spread there was in my pee stream under such conditions. I stripped naked, stood at the edge of my shower, penis in hand, and let loose, a strong stream of pee jetting upward, arcing gently, and pattering onto the floor of the shower. The spread seemed to be within reasonable parameters, so I advanced my challenge. I grabbed a disposable cup and put it onto the floor of the shower. After drinking significantly more water, waiting for the urge to hit, and hardening myself up again, I returned and attempted to score as much of my pee as possible into the cup. The results were satisfactory, my aim generating a satisfying tinkle of urine into the cup, with a relatively small amount falling outside the target zone. I wanted to ensure I could aim reasonably well, so I repeated this test a couple of times, placing the cup into different locations each time. Finally, I was ready for the real proof-of-concept. I stood just before my toilet, hardware in hand, pointed at the heavens, and let loose. As practiced, a burst of clear pee shot out of the tip of my erect penis, arced before me at about chest height, and splashed noisily into the toilet below. I was thrilled with myself, but the most challenging part was yet to come. I learned, during my attempts in the shower, that as the stream dissipates, it's difficult to keep the stream on-target. Finally, as my bladder was nearly depleted, I cut off the stream abruptly, quickly turned around, sat down, and was able to aim down enough to score the rest into the toilet because my penis had softened just enough during the expulsion of my urine. I was pretty excited my proof-of-concept worked and congratulated myself profusely, attempting the feat a few more times, though I don't recall if I've ever actually used it under the context of morning wood. It's a lot more practical to relieve one's self during the morning shower, but this made for some late-night fun and an entertaining story. Any other guys ever try something similar or come up with another solution to the age-old predicament?
  18. I work as a bank teller in a beautiful, shiny, glass office building in North Miami. It's quite incredible really. The central elevator is surrounded by a koi pond with a fountain. High heels continuously clicking across marble floors, highlighted by the Florida sun flooding the skylights. Since the branch is located on the fifth floor, but the public restroom is on the first, we usually lend our customers the keys to the employee restroom on our level. They hang on the wall at the end of the teller line. This particular incident occured on a Monday, which is usually busy because the past weekend & most everyone in the building is paid on a Monday. Not long after we opened, there was a huge line we just couldn't keep up with. At the very end of said line, there was a girl I reognized from the law firm on the ninth level. She has an amazing waistline, perfect perky breasts, and short, strawberry blonde hair which I absolutely love. She seemed distracted, or in a hurry. I timed my transactions perfectly, and in about 10 minutes she was at my station. She looked tan, perhaps from lounging topless on south beach over the weekend (a girl's gotta dream!) or perhaps it was just the white suit. Her Chanel scent filled my nostrils as she passed a thick envelope through the window. She was depositing $2500 in various denominations, which of course must be counted. After sorting her cash by bill, I pulled up her account ($90k available balance, Audi TT nearly paid off!) and began to count. She glanced around nervously. "Is that it?" She stammered. At this point, as she wriggled in front of me, I began to realize what was happening. My secret crush was absolutely desperate for a piss. Which turned me on, major. "I'm afraid not, you have to be present while I add this, and I need a signature on the reciept." I felt myself smile sadistically. This would be fun. She smiled uneasily, and I watched her cross her legs tightly. I took my time running my fingers across the bills, and I toyed with the idea that she was imaging my perfectly manicured fingers exploring her perfectly toned, tan body. I have quite the dirty mind. I ran all her cash through the fraud fighter, usually reserved for 50's and 100's. A few times, her need was so distracting, I had to count the bands over again. Once I began putting her money in my drawer, she seemed relieved, knowing the transaction was over. I was swearing under my breath that I was out of time, when the reciept printer flashed "jammed." As I fumbled with it, she blurted out " I need your bathroom key right now!" She hastily scribbled on the crimpled paper, and shuffled to the hooks just as fast as one can shuffle with four inch Jimmy Choo's and a pencil skirt. As she squirmed her way through the door, I swear I saw a thin stream run down her leg, her shoe, and onto the smooth marble. And I simply can't wait for next Monday.
  19. I had quite a lot to drink during the afternoon and held as long as I could. Then finally stepped into shower in my tidy whities (Hugo Boss) and decided to video the wetting. Caution, very brief flash of male private parts. After finishing, decided to rinse off with shower, still in my undies. Movie09-09-2017_1903.mov Movie09-09-20117_1905.mov
  20. On tumblr I stumbled upon a very lovely desperate pee. The girl in the video shows some very authentic desperation. Seconds before bursting, she removes her panties. After that, she attempts to get loose of her skirt, but times over and she has to quickly jump into the shower, where she completely bursts. One of the best wettings I have seen this year! https://moved-to-never-wet-in-lace.tumblr.com/post/164035590792/beautifully-done moved to never-wet-in-lace — beautifully done.mp4
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    Really had to pee and was doing holding challenges online, felt like i really couldn't hold it anymore after a while so decided do a challenge where you had to stand by the toilet naked from the waist down for one minute. Being bottomless and seeing the toilet so close was just too much in my desperate state and I had an accident on the floor. Tried to show the stream without any nudity but sorry if there is some.

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  22. Desperate pee on the floor View File Really had to pee and was doing holding challenges online, felt like i really couldn't hold it anymore after a while so decided do a challenge where you had to stand by the toilet naked from the waist down for one minute. Being bottomless and seeing the toilet so close was just too much in my desperate state and I had an accident on the floor. Tried to show the stream without any nudity but sorry if there is some. Submitter Solstice Submitted 08/28/2017 Category Desperation Clothing  
  23. Girl sitting and desperate in short skirt with pink stocks. http://video.fc2.com/a/member?mid=93744676
  24. female Wetsuit Desperation

    Cute girl in wetsuit is desperate to pee. She dances around trying to hold it in. No wetting is shown, but it is implied that she starts peeing in the end. Again, no peeing is actually shown. Julia's PP Dance.mp4
  25. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"