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  1. falschirmjager

    malefemale a dream I had

    Not sure if this should go under fiction or here but I had a bizarre, lifelike dream last night that I thought i'd share. I pretty much never have bathroom dreams, but yet there I was, in the back seat of an uber ride absolutely bursting for a piss. It was about midday, and we were driving down a street I was unfamiliar with in a town i've never seen before, yet somehow I knew my way around since I redirected my driver down to a public park where I knew I could relieve myself. I think I must have known I was dreaming, since it didn't really feel like I had to go even though I was clearly squirming around, had my legs crossed and hands grabbing my crotch to restrain myself from soaking this guy's car. It almost felt as if I was faking needing to go. So we soon pull up to the park's parking lot, and I quickly unbuckle and jump out, telling the driver to wait a bit. The place is pretty much deserted, except for this one random guy walking around. The bathroom facilities were dead ahead in clear view, maybe not even 15 yards away, but as soon as I stepped foot onto the concrete path, my knees buckled and I exclaimed "I can't hold it anymore!" I booked it directly left towards a nearby tree, and almost immediately realized that I would be exposed from the sides. The park was pretty open and really had no dark secluded area where I could do my business besides the gap between this tree I was about to water, and a row of hedges directly behind me, which marked the edge of the parking lot. I noticed that at the roots of the tree there was this little sort of embankment of uneven dirt, and as I lost a few spurts while fighting with my zipper, knew almost instantly what I was going to do. I got my zipper down, quickly grabbed my junk out of my damp underwear, went down into a half-squat half-kneel to hide behind the embankment and let loose just a monster torrent of clear pee onto the earth. I was aiming with one hand, and holding onto the tree with the other for leverage. It was such a bizarre experience as even though i was clearly watching myself fire off like a hose, I wasn't feeling any relief at all. I suppose this must have been due to the fact that I wasn't actually releasing my bladder in the real world (thankfully), and thus my actual body wasn't actually feeling relief. I continued my stream, and as I looked around I saw that that guy walking around was heading straight for where I was. I remember thinking "oh goddammit, of all the places" as he walked in front of me, around my puddle, and past me into the parking lot, only bothering to shoot a glance at me as I kept on peeing. I just peed and peed, letting up after about two minutes as the dirt and leaves in front of me were left submerged in a huge puddle. As I was putting myself back in my pants, a last big spurt took me by surprise, clipping the left side waist of my jeans just above my pocket. I quickly walked back to my still-waiting uber, where I had to listen to the driver scold me the rest of the way by telling me to "sort my shit out." All in all a great if a little odd desperation dream. I wonder if this had something to do with the fact that I did a hold+wetting that day...
  2. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  3. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  4. Well, I had a strange dream last night about diapers. I already posted this elsewhere, but I want to post it here so more people can see it. It has really opened my mind to what AB/DL really is and why I love it to death. I was secretly wearing a diaper to my school. Suddenly, they made an announcement over the intercom telling everyone who is wearing a diaper to report outside. Many people in my class got up, so me, being the introvert I am, decided to follow with them. I was humiliated, I felt like shit. When we report outside, my principal herds us all into a secret area under the school which was... I guess you could describe it as a kind of daycare? They made us change into onesies with our diapers bulging out and just let us do what we wanted, and they would take care of anything we needed. We all played with toys and things a young child would like, and we loved it. It felt like something out of a Merunyaa drawing (great artist btw, if you're into omutsu you'll love them). It was the only, and best omorashi-related dream I've ever had. There's no explanation for why I loved it so much.. I just felt so... safe.. just wearing a onesie and a diaper, no responsibilities for myself that I had to worry about, none of the daily struggle of politics, work, others. I felt like a young child again, just enjoying life and leaving the complicated things to the grown-ups. Sometimes I hate being so mature. I felt so accepted by my peers, there's no judgement, all you know about people is "friend" or "not friend." And that's all you really need to know. Guess there's nothing we can do about it now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  5. TVGuy

    I had a weird dream

    I woke up just a little bit ago, waking up from a very strange dream. My girlfriend and I were at an omorashi convention. It was being held in a large expo center, and it was a lot like other conventions/industry events I have been to. There with booths, events in conference halls, different lectures, demonstrations, products. But, there wasn't that much kinky play going on there, it was almost like going to a car show, except instead of cars the theme was omorashi. The convention was a multi-day event. Many convention goers were staying in nearby hotels, or camping nearby. My girlfriend and I happened to be camping. At one point during the convention we returned to our campsite to rest. There, she decided it would be fun to tease me, grind against me, and threaten to pee on me. For some reason, I didn't think she would actually pee on me, so I kept telling her that I knew she wasn't actually going to do it. I even went so far as to dare her to do it, and then, she did. Now, in the dream, this was a bit of a problem. All our clean clothes were back at the expo center, not in our tent. So we had to return, to pick up our stuff, while I was visibly wet from being peed on. It looked like I was the one who wet. And, even though this was an omorashi convention, being wet like that was not socially acceptable, just like it wouldn't be okay for any other kind of convention. Things weren't too busy though, just whenever we got too close to someone I had to carefully turn so my back was to them and they couldn't see the wet spot my girlfriend made on my front. Then I woke up, or at least I thought I did. I found myself camping, next to my girlfriend, in a lovely forest camp ground. I told her about this strange dream. We woke up, had breakfast, and went for a hike. On the hike, I saw someone who I had seen in my convention dream and realized I was still, at that moment, in a dream. I instantly woke up, finding myself in bed next to my girlfriend. Again, I told her about this strange dream I had, but she was completely uninterested. Then, a weird thing happened to me. Even though I was in bed with my girlfriend, I heard her voice calling me, asking if I was awake. But, her lips weren't moving. I was still dreaming. I woke up yet again, finding myself in bed, and it was wet. My girlfriend was sitting up, sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was looking at me with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. This time, I could tell I was really awake from how groggy I was and how bad I just wanted to close my eyes and get a few more minutes rest. "I wet the bed," my girlfriend said sheepishly. She likes to wear diapers to bed (and I like her wearing diapers to bed). To make sure she doesn't leak, she has plastic pants that she wears over them. This usually works pretty well, but last night she leaked. So, I got her cleaned up, pulled the wet sheets off the bed. Checked my e-mail. And, thinking about this odd dream, decided to share this account with all of you. Good morning everyone!
  6. I wasn't sure whether to post this here on in the fiction section. However, as it is a true account of a dream I had last night, and also involves some real-world desperation as well, I will post it here for now. Besides, the dream itself was not too far-fetched and could maybe happen in reality, if the circumstances were right! Last night I was quite thirsty before I went to bed, so I ended up drinking about 2 pint glasses of water before finally falling asleep. This lead to a very interesting dream a few hours later... I am sitting in the lobby of a corporate office building, dressed smartly in a suit and tie. There is a large group of young graduate trainees sitting next to me, and from what I can make out of their excited chatter, it is their first day on the job. I get the sense that I am not really supposed to be there. I don't work at this company, but I need to get into the building. I can't remember why, perhaps I need to gather some information (corporate espionage), or perhaps I am testing their security procedures, or maybe its just for fun. The problem is, I am absolutely dying to go for a pee. There are no toilets in the lobby, so it will have to wait until I can get inside. My bladder feels so full and hard, bulging against my slim-fit grey suit trousers. I sit there jiggling my knees, gritting my teeth and squirming around on the chair. One of the graduate trainees notices me, and she must have mistaken my desperation fidgeting for nervousness, because she asks me if it was also my first day. I decide to play along, and soon enough I join their conversation, trying to fit in. Hopefully this approach will get me into the building (and to a toilet I desperately need!). After a few minutes, an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties walks up to us and introduces herself as Hannah. She is the head of the graduate programme at the company, and will be guiding us through our induction day. As she introduces herself and talks a bit about the company, I absolutely can't sit still. I really, really, really need to pee, and I'm starting to get impatient. As she speaks, she keeps looking over at me and glancing down at my jiggling knees. I start to blush, and I get the feeling that Hannah knows how badly I need to go. We then head over to the entrance of the offices and she uses her security pass to open the security gate for us. Well, that was easier than I thought. I'm in! Fast forward to a bit later in the morning. We're standing around in a kitchen area, talking and drinking tea and coffee. I am stood with a few other people, chatting to Hannah about the company. I'm keeping quiet, trying not to give myself away, but also because I'm still bursting for the toilet. I keep having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, or step from foot to foot. I glance around but can't see a sign for the toilets anywhere. I do my best to stand still and try and blend in, but I'm aware that I must look red-faced and flustered, and I'm worried that I'm going to get caught. Hannah keeps glancing at me and smiling, and I'm sure now that she knows that I need to pee really badly. I wonder how long it will be before I can try and sneak off to find the toilets. A bit later, and by now we've finished our drinks and about to go into a meeting room. I start to follow the other trainees into the room, but I decide to try and find somewhere to pee first. I step from foot to foot and glance around again, still not seeing any signs indicating where the toilets are. There doesn't seem to be anything in this area of the building apart from the kitchen area and a few meeting rooms. Hannah is standing by the meeting room door, and she catches my eye. She smiles at me and asks if I'm OK, and I want to ask her where the toilets are, but I'm too shy and can't bring myself to say it. She starts chatting to me, asking how I'm finding my first day, whether it was what I expected etc. I decide that I'm going to have to play along if I don't want to be caught, but its hard to concentrate because of how badly I need to empty my bladder. I can feel it pressing against the waistband of my trousers, and I long to reach down and undo my trouser button and loosen the zip, but I can't. I'm absolutely desperate to piss, and its all I can do not to dance around and hold myself in front of Hannah. I step from foot to foot and bend forwards slightly, trying my best to be discreet. She definitely knows how badly I need to go, she keeps glancing down and watching me fidgeting. She's staying professional, but I get the sense that she is enjoying my predicament. I also get the feeling that she knows I don't work for the company and that I'm not supposed to be there, but maybe that's just my imagination. Fast forward to about an hour later. I'm now standing in another corridor in the same part of the building, hopping from foot to foot, still dying to piss. The other graduates are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they are in a meeting room and I've excused myself, or maybe they have gone to meet their new teams. I've searched the part of the building with the kitchen area and the meeting rooms, and there are no toilets here at all. I think they are through a door at the far end of the corridor, which seems to be where the main offices are. The problem is, it's locked and you need a key-card to get in. I also can't actually get back out to the lobby where I came in, because you need a key-card to open the security gate. I decide that the only way I'm going to get out (and to a toilet) is to admit to somebody that I'm not supposed to be there and hope they let me out. As I walk down the corridor in search of somebody, I notice Hannah and another lady in a small office. Hannah is sitting behind her desk, and the other woman is standing up carrying a large file. She tells Hannah that she will be back later and walks out of the office, smiling at me as she leaves and walking towards the direction of the lobby. I walk into the office and speak to Hannah, stepping from foot to foot and bending over slightly as I admit to her that I'm not supposed to be there. She smiles and tells me that she suspected me all along, and thanked me for coming clean. She tells me that the other lady in the office with her is the building manager, and that I will need to wait for her to return so she can make a note of my details. She tells me that although I'm not in trouble, she doesn't want me to try and escape, so she asks me to take my shoes off and hand them over to her. I do as I'm told, not wanting to cause trouble, and she places them on the floor behind her desk. She then opens up a large drawer at the bottom of her desk and takes out a set of handcuffs, the kind with a rigid black grip between the two cuffs (similar to the 'Hiatt speedcuffs' used by UK police forces.) She asks me politely to turn around with my hands behind my back. I do as she asks, wondering how long I'll have to wait before finally being allowed to release the ocean of pee inside my bladder. I try to stand still as she cuffs my hands behind my back, one above the other in a rear stack position. I gasp slightly, as I have to stand up straight for her to cuff me properly, which seems to put more pressure on my bladder. She asks me if they're too tight, and I tell that they're actually too loose, and to tighten them more. She laughs and says 'if you say so', and I cross my legs as she tightens the cuffs over my wrists. I bite my lip as I feel the metal against my skin, realising what a desperate predicament I've found myself in. 'Should I have gone for a wee before coming to talk to you?' I ask, my cheeks red with embarrassment, bobbing on the spot. She pauses, moving to the side of me, still holding the grip of my cuffs with one hand. 'Yes, you probably should have done' she says, smirking as I sigh and grit my teeth. I don't ask for permission to go. Perhaps because I know she'll say no, or that I'm quite enjoying my current situation. There's an obvious bulge in the front of my trousers, and I'm sure Hannah has noticed, but she doesn't mention it. Fast forward to later on, and by now the other lady (I find out her name is Louise) is finally back at her desk. I don't know how long I've been waiting. Half an hour, an hour, two hours? By now I'm constantly dancing from foot to foot and kicking my legs up behind me, standing in front of Louise's desk while she speaks to somebody on the phone. She doesn't seem to know quite what to do, and I'm desperately wanting her to hurry up and take my details so I can leave and finally have the pee I've been desperately holding in for so long. Hannah is standing next to me, holding the grip of my cuffs behind my back, but she doesn't seem to mind me dancing around in front of her. I accidentally knock into her slightly as I shift from foot to foot, and I apologise. She laughs and tells me not to worry, and that she knows I must be absolutely bursting to go, so she doesn't mind me dancing around to try and wait. A little bit later, and Louise has left to get a form that she needs to fill in with my details. It's just me and Hannah again, still holding the cuffs firmly behind my back, and by now I'm so close to soaking my work trousers right there in her office. I'm squirming, bobbing, bending, leg crossing, biting my lips, trying desperately to hang on for just a few more minutes. She leans in towards me, so close that I can feel her breath on my face, and starts to whisper something in my ear... Then suddenly, I wake up, and I realise that I'm absolutely bursting for a pee in reality, not only in the dream. My bladder feels like its about to explode! I reach down and hold myself for a few seconds, before hopping out of bed and walking very quickly (almost jogging) to the bathroom, still holding myself tightly. I make it to the toilet, just in time, and let go a very long and relieving pee, gasping with relief. Hope you enjoyed! And sorry again if this is in the wrong section, feel free to move it.
  7. sarafayer

    female A Dream I had

    Hey! Sorry if this isn't in the right forum. I wanted to make a post asking where exactly I should post something like this, but...I also couldn't seem to find a forum that seemed appropriate for that kind of post. So my apologies if it isn't in the right place. I won't be upset if it's moved. I had an amazing dream last night. Obviously it wasn't a real experience, but since I was going to also talk about some of the real-life details around that dream I figured that this forum was a more appropriate place to post. I suppose I should describe myself just for reference for the story. I have caramel-eque skin, brown eyes, I have a LOT of small braids and I'm short and chubby with pretty big boobs and a huge ass. For clarity, I obviously don't have an objective view of my body but sometimes I feel beautiful and curvy and voluptuous and sometimes I feel like a blob. Lol. So I can't remember how it all started but I do remember being in some facsimile of my apartment. You know, how in a dream, you know what place you're in even though it doesn't look the same as in real life. My bathroom looked the same (except maybe a little cleaner, lol). I must have been doing a hold (which is rare for me, anyways) and I ended up getting really desperate. I remember running into the bathroom and pulling down my leggings and letting loose the entire flood into them before I can even open the lid to the toilet. I'm standing in the bathroom with half my ass out of my leggings and a dude comes around the corner. I'm pretty confused about how he got into my apartment but we both just stared at each other. I felt embarrassed, but I also... really didn't care. It was wonderful, and kind of sexy to me. In real life, literally no one I know knows about my fetish, not even my long-time partner. So it was a pretty big deal to me that someone saw me wetting when I thought it was real in the dream. But at the same time, I strangely wasn't very phased by it. Anyways, fast forward and all of a sudden I'm in a gigantic building, almost like a school, with linoleum floors, fluorescent lights, and lots and lots of winding hallways and rooms. I'm really desperate to pee and I'm looking for a toilet to use. I keep walking around the place (but I'm not running, you know how sometimes you really have to pee but you don't want people to know b/c you're embarrassed) looking for a bathroom. It's obviously under construction because there are a lot of empty rooms that appear to be classrooms and offices. There are also some rooms that appear to be bathrooms, but they either don't have any toilets or the toilets are there, but not installed. None of these places have any "out of order" signs, of course, so I waste time walking into a bathroom expecting relief only to be denied. I seem to keep coming back to this place that appears to be the "center" of the building. There's a girl sitting there at a large square shaped desk, working on a computer with a huge monitor. She's very beautiful. [I'm pansexual, though I lean more towards being into girls, by the way] If anyone watches American Horror Story I'd say she looks a lot like the character "Winter" from the current season. We appear to be the only people in the building. I'm assuming she's a receptionist of some sort or would at least know where the restroom is. But I am too embarrassed to ask. I pass her desk several times. At some point she seems to catch onto what I'm saying and says something to me. Only I can't hear it. Then, as if through a hallucination, her face changes to appear sinister and she tells me to "just do it." Now I'm running, feeling like my pee is going to leak out any second, lost in the hallways of this building. I finally find what looks to be a working bathroom. I enter a stall and lock it and start to pull down my pants when the toilet disappears into the floor. I run out of the "restroom" and I find myself back in the middle of the hallway again. The girl sitting there looks at me and tells me just to piss my pants. I'm holding myself at this point. I run around to look for another place and can't find anything. Eventually I come back to the room with the desk. She tells me she will show me where it is. She takes my hand and we start to walk down a hallway. She gets a mischevious look on her face again and she turns to me and starts kissing me and holding me i place, all the while I'm squirming and feeling like I'm going to start to leak. I'm super nervous but I'm also really enjoying this. She presses my bladder. In the dream, this is when I start to lose it. I can feel the piss start to run down my legs. In real life, I have an orgasm in my sleep. I wake up and rush to the bathroom. My partner doesn't know about my fetish and I didn't have time to think about this dream when I first woke up today. But now I am finished with a long day of work and I'm going to enjoy thinking about this "experience." I've never posted anything here before- I haven't had any experiences or sightings worth sharing as an adult, but I wanted to share this one because I enjoyed it a LOT. I hope you did too.
  8. Today, I did something really bad... Let's just say I got a little bit too comfortable with diapers. I was cleaning and I decided to take a nap. My dream felt so real, but I was only asleep for an hour I think. I knew I needed to go pee before I fell asleep but I was so tired from cleaning that once I hit my bed I was too lazy to move. I had a dream that I was on an island with him. We were stuck on this dangerous island with leopards and monkeys. (I always have nightmares, so it was pretty weird) I remember this leopard was running after me and I couldnt find him anywhere. I was so lost and so scared, I ran until I found a river. He was there, just throwing rocks in the water. All I can hear is a waterfall, and the closer I went towards him the louder the rocks made dripping sounds. He looked at me and laughed, he said "there you go wetting yourself again". I guess when I was running from that leopard I was so scared that I wet myself. He kissed me and I woke up! My jeans were wet and cold and I was so confused. I touched myself, I did something bad and that turns me on. Wetting my bed was a bad girl thing and I had to sleep in it to teach myself a lesson. I got up and tried to take off my jeans and threw them in the laundry room. I took pictures for him (he loves this stuff too) but I've realized right now is probably not the best time to send them to him, so I'm going to post them here... Etuhanlo, if you're reading this, have fun.
  9. I've had frequent peeing and wetting dreams since I was kid, and I still do very often. However, I've never, not even once, wet the bed because of these dreams nor any other reason either. I also tend to have dreams in dreams which also are dreams in dreams and it makes my mind confuse what's real and what's not. I can't remember how old I was, but I was very young, although I already had discovered that I like wetting. I was living twosome with my dad and even tho I was taking care of my own laundry, I never considered to wet while in bed due to the fear of getting caught. I was comfortably tucked up in my bed, it was warm and soft, everything was good and I was sleeping. I was having a peaceful dream that I'm wetting my bed. I enjoyed the wetting really much, it was somehow euphoric feeling I was having. Suddenly, I woke up and realized that I am actually wetting my bed for real. I wasn't sure if that feeling was some leftover from my dream, so I checked the sheets and they were soaked. I was shocked, I couldn't breathe, I didn't know what was I supposed to do. I couldn't do anything to prevent myself from getting caught. I was ebarrassed, the whole situation was utterly awful. That occasion didn't last long, it was a quick awakening to a shocking situation and then I instantly woke up again, still panicking. I was confused and checked my sheets again in an horror. Fortunately, and for my big surprise, the sheets were totally dry. Not a single wet patch. I shoved my hand into my panties and felt my crotch. Yes, it was sure, I hadn't wet the bed, it was a dream. I was still a bit afraid that if that was a dream too, and I nevertheless had wet the bed, but when I woke up in the next morning, and was sure I'm awake, everything was good and I hadn't done that. I was so relieved.
  10. xinycep

    Female Trapped

    Contains female desperation and wetting. Please do not repost without permission. My dad turned around and called back to us. "Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind." I smiled up at Jake. "See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it." We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother. Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty contentious point between my parents and I. When Jenna was 17 she had fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting pregnant right before graduation. That shook my parents pretty badly (premarital sex was against their religion), but when she told them she was getting an abortion, they totally snapped. My parents were bound and determined that I wouldn't end up like Jenna. As I grew up their overbearing attitude grew more and more intense; now I was just a few months younger than she had been, and they were worse than ever when it came to boys. Jake and I had met at the beginning of the summer while helping out at a church lunch for the elderly members of the congregation. We had hit it off really well over the past few months. I was pretty sure the only reason my parents allowed us to be together was because he went to our church, and it helped a lot that our parents got along well too. My mom was not at all thrilled when she learned that Jake's family had signed up for the church's annual family camping trip too, and even less thrilled to learn that our campsites were right next to each other. She would have tried to pull some strings to get the sites reassigned if Jake's parents hadn't found out about it first and gushed to my mom about how excited they were that we would be located right next to each other. As Jake and I caught up with the others, I saw Jake's brother finish off the last of a water bottle, which reminded me that I was pretty thirsty from the long hike. "Is there anymore water?" I asked. "Sorry honey, Joe just finished the last bottle," my mom responded. I licked my dry lips. "Are we almost back?" "Should be about...," she paused to look at her watch, "20 more minutes I think." "OK, that's not too bad I guess." ---- My lips were cracked and my mouth tasted of dust when we finally made it back to our camp, 40 minutes later. The sun had shone intensely on us the whole way back, and there hadn't been a single drop of water left. I really didn't want to deal with a headache from dehydration, so I headed straight to the drink coolers to grab a coke. Drink in hand, I headed over to a shaded area of the campsite and sat down in a camp chair next to Jake. We sat talking idly while my parents worked on preparing dinner. An hour and three cokes later, and I felt confident that I had successfully warded off any ill effects from the hike; I did have to pee pretty badly though - since the camp's bathrooms were a few minutes walk away, I tended to put off going a bit longer than usual. "Dinner in five!" my mom called over to us. I stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll catch you after dinner," I told Jake. ---- After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dishes while my dad started building up a fire in the firepit. "Honey, why don't you run over to Jake's and see if his family wants to join us around the fire for some hot chocolate?" my mom requested. "Sure," I responded, drying off my hands and heading off through the thin line of underbrush separating the camp sites. Oddly, Jake's camp site seemed to be deserted. The food from their dinner had already been cleaned off their table and his parents' minivan wasn't parked on the car pad anymore. I wandered over to Jake's tent and saw that the tent's zipper lay partially open. "Jake?" I called out, sticking my head into the tent. Jake looked up in surprise from a book he lay reading. "Oh hey, Emily, come in." I crawled into the tent on hands and knees and plopped down next to him. "No one can see us here can they," he asked rhetorically as he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Ha, true, but that's not why I'm here. Where is everyone?" I asked. "My brother felt pretty sick after the hike so my parents took him into town to stay at a hotel for the night." He leaned closer and I felt his warm lips nudging against my cheek, "That means I'll have the tent to myself tonight." I stuck my tongue out at him as his cool fingers grazed the skin under my t-shirt. His hands had started to creep up my stomach when I heard my mom call out. "EMILL-EEE! Where'd you go?" I sighed, "Do you want to come over to our fire for hot chocolate?" "Sure, sounds like fun" I scrambled out of the tent, adjusted my shirt and called back, "Yeah mom! I'm on my way now!" We sat around the fire sipping on hot chocolate until Jake's parents got back. They joined us around the fire, but by that time it was starting to get pretty late. Hoping to encourage my parents to head to bed early, I stood up from my camp chair and yawned. "I'm pretty exhausted from our hike, I think I'm going to head over to the bathrooms and then go to bed early tonight." Jake stood up as well, "Me too, I'll come along with you." "OK, just don't take too long you two," my mom cautioned. I walked over to my tent and grabbed my toothbrush, a washcloth, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, a brush and my pajamas. Jake was already standing outside my tent by the time I got back out. "How did you get your stuff so fast?" He held up a toothbrush in one hand and spread the fingers on his other to show it was empty, "I don't bring a whole bathroom with me when I go camping." "It's just cause I'm taking a shower," I said, giving him a pretend pouting face. Jake placed his arm around my shoulder and we walked together in silence along the dimly lit roadway to the campground's restrooms. Outside the building he gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "See you soon," he said as we headed to opposite ends of the structure. "I'll be a while, you don't need to wait," I called out after him. Stripping off my clothes, filthy from the dirt of the trails, felt wonderous. The shower's warm water rehydrated my skin and released the tension from my tired muscles. After finishing with my shower, I slipped on a fancy pair of black panties. These were my special panties; the only piece of my clothing that my parents didn't know I owned, and the only piece I painstakingly washed by hand and air dried in my closet overnight. On top of them I pulled on some pink fleece pajamas and a white t-shirt. I walked back to the campsite alone, and retired to my tent for the night. I lay awake listening to my parents and Jake's parents talking around the campfire. Eventually the voices fell quiet and I heard the thud of car doors as they prepared for bed. After laying still for another 15-20 minutes to give them ample time to fall asleep, I peaked out of the tent to make sure the coast was clear. The fire smoldered dimly and all of the chairs around it were empty. A slight urge to pee tugged at my bladder as I left my tent, but I didn't plan to be at Jake's site for long, and I didn't want to have to walk all the way to the restrooms right now. I carefully made my way over to Jake's tent, treading as quietly as I could over the gravel and broken twigs on the ground. Jake lay waiting for me when I crawled into his tent. I snuggled against him, and he wasted no time in getting down to business. I slid one fleece-covered leg between his, and he started lightly massaging my chest through my thin shirt as we kissed. Soon I started rubbing my leg against his package and was rewarded with a moan as he squeezed his legs tightly around mine. I felt his hands slip away from my breasts and drop lower; fingers hooked under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and I felt the fabric start sliding down my navel. The waistband of my pajamas had reached my knees when suddenly a chilling sound rang out in the night air. thud thud.. thud I jolted in surprise at the sound of car doors closing. Low voices carried through the night air and into the tent shortly afterwards. "Shit, I guess they weren't in bed after all," Jake noted. Sitting up, I pulled up my pajamas and scooted over to the tent's zipper. Silently I raised it a few inches. Through the slit I saw my dad throwing wood onto the dwindling fire, while my mom and Jake's parents took seats around the fire and opened up beers. Suddenly feeling trapped and somewhat claustrophobic, I look back over my shoulder at Jake. "Looks like they'll be here awhile..." Jake, apparently not seeing any problem with that, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him. "Guess we'll just have to snuggle a while," he said, pressing his lips against my cheek. I made it clear that I didn't want to mess around much anymore; the thought of my parents finding us weighed too heavily on my mind. I didn't want to think about what would happen if they decided to check on me in my tent before they went to bed. I slid into his sleeping bag and we lay there for a while, just cuddling together and listening to the hum of voices from outside. I have no idea how quickly time passed while we lay there. After a while, I couldn't think of anything except needing to pee. It felt like an eternity had passed, but still I could hear voices from the campfire. I didn't want to make my situation obvious, but eventually I had no choice. I tried to discretely shift one of my hands from around Jake to between my legs, but no sooner had I done so when I felt Jake's hand press against mine and rub it against my panties. "Jake!" I hissed, pushing his hand away. "Whoa, sorry," he responded, in obvious surprise. "I have to pee. Really bad." I told him flatly as I felt my face grow flush in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I thought... nevermind," he said. I knew what he had thought, but I definitely wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment. "I have a plastic bag in my suitcase, you know, if you end up needing that," he offered. I tried to laugh off his suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. They can't be up that much later." I decided to simply push my need to go as far back in my mind as I could. I lay snuggling with Jake as the crackle of the fire mixed with the sound of our parents talking. ~~~~ Our van stood still, completely stuck in the traffic jam. I sat on the bench seat in the back, knees locked together and hands thrust between my legs. "Mommm, Emily has to pee," my little brother told my parents in front. My mom looked back at me, "do you have to go Emily?" Annoyed, I tried to sit still, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help but bob up and down on the seat. "No mom, not that badly, I can wait," I lied; in truth, I was on the verge of losing control completely. "I'm just a little cold I said," as I reached into the back and pulled a blanket over myself. Even under the blanket I was hopping up and down on the seat. They were all staring at me. And then it happened, I just couldn't hold on any longer. I pressed my butt hard against the seat as I started to wet myself. I stopped bobbing and sat still. They were all still staring at me. I looked out the window, and suddenly the traffic had cleared. "I can pull over now Emily, do you still need a rest stop?" my dad asked. "No, I'm fine," I replied, looking away from his face as I answered; even though I was covered by the blanket, they obviously knew what had happened. "Are you sure you don't need to go pee-pee Emily? I can pull over now," my dad asked again. "No, I don't have to pee," I said, annoyed at him for treating me like a child. To my horror, my brother reached over and started to pull back the blanket that covered my lap. ~~~~ I woke up suddenly in a hot sweat. I jabbed a hand between my legs, but to my relief I was dry. Boy did I ever need to pee I thought as I drifted back to sleep. ~~~~ I stood outside the camp's bathroom facilities pushing against the door to the women's room, but it wouldn't budge. I was desperate to pee. "Why is the door locked!" I screamed. In desperation I ran around to the men's side. Thankfully the door opened, but Jake was standing inside. "Hi Emily!" he greeted me. Embarrassed at being caught in the men's room I ran back out. ~~ I ran down a hiking path, trying desperately to find somewhere I could squat down and go, but the trails were busy today and other hikers kept walking past just as I was about to squat down. Eventually the other traffic cleared, and I settled down to pee in a small pile of leaves. Just as I started peeing, I heard more voices coming from around a bend in the path. I quickly pulled up my clothing. I stood by the side of the path and greeted the people nonchalantly as they walked past. When they were gone, I squatted down again. I peed for ages, but it didn't seem to be helping; I still had to pee. ~~ I was riding along in our family car, on the way to the campground. It felt like I had been holding myself for days, and I was really starting to get tired of it. I begged my dad to pull over, but when I looked in the drivers seat no one was there. The absurdity of riding down the highway without a driver at the wheel finally made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I wasn't going to play along with my mind's attempts to torture me any longer, so I started peeing defiantly in the seat. ~~ Now I was sitting at the picnic table eating dinner with Jake. I looked down at my pants and saw they were totally dry, but I still had to pee, so I did. I peed and peed and peed. I peed as hard as I could. And still it seemed to have no effect on my need to go. ~~ Then I was laying in a dark tent next to Jake, but I still had to go badly, so I peed again. I had more trouble getting started this time than before, but going felt much better now. The relief was almost orgasmic, so I pushed harder. A sudden burst of real pee leaving my urethra shocked me to full alertness. I stopped peeing immediately and wiggled my hand under my hip bone, afraid of what I would find. Although the sleeping bag was a little damp under my butt, it wasn't soaked. With my fingers I explored my panties; a wet trail, about an inch wide, ran down the back, but overall they were in OK shape. Actually peeing my pants, albeit only a very little, came as a bit of a shock, but drowsiness clouded my mind, and I thought I could still hear my parents outside, so I rolled over and did my best to ignore the urgency of my situation as I drifted back to sleep. ---- I awoke from a night of hell to a soft light penetrating the tent and the chirp of early morning birds in the trees overhead. I hadn't meant to stay the night with Jake, and what should have been a romantic evening had been ruined by my need to pee. It felt like I had spent the entire night dreaming of either peeing endlessly without relief or peeing my pants, but I hadn't woken up enough to actually get up and go to the bathroom. Now though, I had to get to the camp's outhouses ASAP; and I had to do it without being seen, or I'd be grounded the rest of the summer for sure. I managed to slip out of the sleeping bag without waking Jake up, then I crawled on hands and knees over to the tent's zipper. The movement awoke my - apparently dormant - bladder, and I recklessly unzipped the tent and stuck my head out in great haste. I was just about to run headlong out into the camp when I spotted my mom unloading food from the back of the car. I recoiled into the tent abruptly and slammed the zipper closed. Groaning, I lay down on my side next to Jake, not sure what to do next. I tried rolling onto my back to see if that would make it easier to hold, but it didn't. In fact, as soon as I was on my back I felt myself losing control. I quickly rolled back onto my side, but not before a small dribble came out. I rested my fingers tight against my crotch, feeling the wet spot on the fabric. Jake shifted next to me, and his elbow brushed against my stomach. I felt warmth against my fingers and a trickle running over my leg. I couldn't remember ever having been this desperate to pee before. I had never experienced being on the verge of wetting myself, but I knew I was there now. Technically I'd already wet myself, I mused; but I still hoped to get through the situation without anybody else knowing that. I shifted slightly, trying to drive my hand deeper into my crevice, but I felt renewed warmth against my hand and another trickle tickled my leg as I moved. My bladder was completely numb to the feeling; it felt so strange to know I was peeing, but at the same time not be able to actually feel myself going - it was almost an out of body experience. I had no time to delay now. Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jake's shoulder and whispered as loud as I dared, "Jake. Wake up, I need to pee, literally right now, I need to pee." Jake's eyes popped open, and he stared at me in momentary confusion. "Jake, my mom's outside the tent," that really got him alert, "I need you to distract her, or I'm literally going to pee right here, please." I tugged on his arm as he started to move. "Sure, no problem," he said as he crawled to the tent's opening. Initially he ran headlong into the tent wall, not realizing the door was still zipped, but he quickly corrected the mistake and got out. "Oh hey, Mrs. Hunter... ha yeah, I hadn't unzipped the tent far enough." "..." "Oh yeah, I slept well. Hey, do you think we could move the picnic table to the other side of the campfire for breakfast?" "..." "Great, could you give me a quick hand moving it?" "..." "Here, why don't you get this other side, the ground looks a bit rough on your side." I peaked out the tent door and saw my mom's back to me as she and Jake struggled to carry the heavy wood picnic table across the camp. Never had such a clear and golden opportunity presented itself to me. My bladder screamed for me to race straight to the bathrooms, but I knew I would never make it there before my mom turned around and saw me running down the road. To my body's angst I instead headed in the opposite direction, back towards my tent. At inhuman speed, I unzipped the tent and dove inside. I turned and glanced through the crack just in time to see them set down the picnic table. I felt distinctly damp between the legs now, so I grabbed a pair of spare panties, scrunched them up as small as I could in my hand, and then ran back out the tent. "Whoa, good morning dear," I heard my startled mother say as I bolted past. "Sorry mom, I gotta pee right now," I said, not even looking back. I ran down the road, but had to slow down after just a few yards - the jolting of a full out run was just too much to handle. I could feel an odd pulsing sensation in my abdomen, like my bladder was making an effort to push the urine out, only to be momentarily reined in again by sheer will power. A hundred yards from the bathroom I started to feel pee leaking out with every pulse. A little more dribbled out with every step. I knew I was actively peeing myself at this point, but I also realized that the faster I ran the faster I would be peeing. Walking slowly and steadily at this point represented my only hope. Every few steps, enough pee accumulated that a chilling drip ran down one leg or the other. With just a few yards to go I felt a sharp pain in my navel. I pressed my hand to the pain, but that proved to be a costly mistake. Immediately my bladder let go, and suddenly I was peeing myself hard enough to actually feel it through the numbness. My body ignored my brain's urgent commands to stop peeing, and I took off running towards the bathroom as an unrestrained stream ran down both legs. Thankfully the bathroom was deserted, and I immediately took the largest stall. My mind was totally on autopilot; so, purely out of habit, I turned around and stood there, still peeing into my pajamas, while I secured the door. Then I turned around, and pulled down my pajamas and panties - while still peeing - and sat down on the toilet to finish up the 3 or 4 seconds of pee that hadn't already gone onto the floor. I looked at the crumpled, but dry, panties in my hand. Then I looked at the soaked mess that were my pajama bottoms and the puddle of yellow on the floor of the stall. I didn't bother cleaning up much; I would need a lot more than just a pair of dry panties to fix this mess. I walked slowly back to the campsite, thinking carefully of a good cover story. My mom let out a gasp when she saw me, "Oh dear, did you...?" she asked as I walked into the site. "No, but it looks pretty bad," I said, trying to fake a convincing laugh. "There was a puddle in the bathroom from the showers, and I slipped on it when I was leaving," I lied. "Oh! Are you alright?" "Oh yeah, I'm fine," I replied, slipping past her and Jake and going back to my tent.
  11. Wetdiaperpony

    My most vivid desperate dream

    Surely all of us have had at least one "desperation dream", it means, a dream where you're need to pee so bad and you're looking for a bathroom but all of them are occupied or another situation related. I have had several of them but there is one that I remember with lots of details. Everything started in a particular race, apparently it was a familiar race, because my dad and me were competing with other family members. All of us had to arrive to the top of a high building, easy right? Well no, because it was an old building and in the inside, some ladders were broken, then it was something like a parkour race. I can't remember so much about the race but I remember that about at the half of the race my bladder was already asking for release, I began to feel uncomfortable because I knew that I wasn't going to the bathroom until we finish the race. We arrived to the top... at last place sadly, but that was the less important thing, I had to find out a toilet and find it soon! I walked across all the terrace but I couldn't find anything, some minutes after, I saw that my mother also needed a bathroom and I supposed that she was looking for it too. I found her and she showed me the bathroom, from the outside it looked dark, small and a bit gross, not terrible, but maybe someone could clean it more often, anyway I knew that I needed it, then I simply went inside. From the inside it was completely different, the floor was completely clear and had a beautiful white color, everything inside looked clean, it was just a little trouble. The bathroom had a sink and a shower..... but... the toilet?! It wasn't anywhere and to make things even worse, all the bathroom walls were made in cristal, of course, it was really illuminated, but everyone outside could see you inside. Well, I had no choise, it was an emergency. I approached to the shower and I simply let it go. It was strange because someone was looking me peeing from the outside, and also my brother and my mother went inside the bathroom to look at me, I simply ignored them while I emptied my bladder. Unfortunately, after two minutes I still felt the same pressure. It was really frustrating, but just a couple of second after I woke up, of coursem with a pretty full bladder, but still dry. Hope you liked it
  12. I posted this in our chat but I'll have it here too: I had a dream last night where I was with a former coworker I liked, and I and she had to pee, I was more desperate than her. And we were on the county's bus system, PSTA trying to get both get home from work at my Job at Publix, (yet it was like this bizarro world scenario where the buses were not on the same routes) we eventually got to the end of the line (which was at the Fort De Soto- a Pinellas county campground site and beaches) and we all got off and we searched for the bathrooms together at the main welcome complex, (which doesn't normally exist--along with two of her female friends, who I don't even recognize). The restrooms were mega huge and had like over 50 stalls and urinals and sinks and we decided to just use the men's together out of sheer desperation (transgender laws in effect maybe? No one really batted an eye around us.) afterwards, the dream continued, but I work up before we got home and I was hurting in my stomach from holding it for so long while asleep. I felt like a 7 or 8. It was 8:30 AM EDT when I woke up. I had to wait 30 minutes for my older brother to get out of our only bathroom (he was showering) and I got to go badly. I probably could hold it longer as it was more pain from displacements of gasses in my bowels from the bladder filling and making room in my abdomen or something, and I was farting a lot. I sometimes had to grab my penis to not let myself pee while trying to let out the painful gas, I surprisingly didn't pee as long as I thought when I did get to go-as I would being that full, and it was not really that yellow. I went back to sleep after and woke up at 10 am. I did my morning pee and poop as usual, and took my shower then. The pee was a similar color as before, so that must have been the rest of it a hour and a half later.
  13. I've been experiencing these really weird kinds of dreams for some years now, and I'd love to know if anyone else has been experiencing anything similar. In the dreams I'm always in some kind of a maze-y place, like a shopping mall or an inside water park, and I need to get out but I can't find the exit. As I keep searching for a way out, I start needing to pee, and at the same time I start becoming sexually excited. As my need to pee grows more urgent, so does my excitement, and at the end of the dream I'm just about to wet myself and my arousal has reached incredible spheres. I mean, incredible. Knees weak, head fluttering, stomach getting warm and that other body part turning harder than the wrath of the dog-lover who's just discovered he's allergic to dogs. Never ever have I felt such intense excitement while awake, or while seeing other kinds of dreams. Then I wake up either wet or having to pee really badly, and my brain's all like "wtf just happeneeed ". One weird thing is, I never have these dreams during the night, at least not that I can remember. It only happens if I nap during daylight and I accidentally nap for so long I start dreaming. So... please someone tell me I'm not alone here. I don't want to be the shady sex-freak of our home street.
  14. LucyVersion2.0

    life Nightmares and Dreams

    When I was sixteen or seventeen, I had a nightmare that one of my friends crapped himself at the mall, and blamed it on me for some reason. I told him about it a couple years ago, and he's refused to go to the mall with me ever since, because he honestly believes the nightmare is going to come true, even though I had it almost 20 years ago. I've never had a dream, or a nightmare, happen later in real life. Have you?
  15. hertightjeans

    Last Night

    I had a dream where I was having lunch alone, wearing a white t-shirt and light blue jeans. My clothes were skin tight. I felt a twinge in my bladder, and as time passed, the more urgent it became. My eyes stared at the bathroom door, debating whether to go or not. I believe that I decided to continue eating and wait to pee until I reached my own bathroom because I added more to my bladder anyway, so I would end up needing to pee again. My legs were crossing and uncrossing, then I let loose with a epic soaking and then when I looked down, I woke up, checked my bed for wet spots, and peed in my toilet. What a huge relief!