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  1. One time in early high school I was staying the night at a friend's place. We hadn't met that long ago, and it was my first time being at her house overnight. I was usually very shy about using the bathroom anyway, and I didn't know her well, so I was nervous about what would happen if I had to pee. I tried to forget about it and told myself I'd deal with it later. My parents dropped me off in the evening, around 7 or so. I made sure to pee before I left my house. My friend was excited to see me, and we immediately got busy watching videos and joking around. A few hours went by, and we were sitting on the couch talking when I first felt an urge to go. It was mild, and even though it worried me a little, I brushed it off and quickly forgot about it. We moved to her bedroom as it got later. She put on some music and we kept hanging out for a while, but pretty soon the urge came back stronger than before. It was happening: I definitely needed to pee. Still not sure what to do about my situation, I subtly crossed my legs to take some pressure off and hoped for the best. After another hour or so I was really feeling it. I thought about going and using the bathroom, but the idea of her knowing I needed it was too scary, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I just pretended everything was fine and tried to wait it out. Eventually we decided it was time for bed. My friend said she would be right back; she had to go to the bathroom. As she slipped out the door and left me alone, I let myself squirm and bounce around openly. I really had to pee. The thought of her getting to relieve her bladder in the other room made me have to go even worse, and I wished that could be me, finally letting go. I got myself under control as I heard her coming back down the hallway, and we turned out the lights for the night. It was hard to fall asleep. I remember shifting around and crossing my legs, holding my crotch while I tried my best to ignore my full bladder. Several times I considered quietly getting up and sneaking out the door to the bathroom, but the idea of being caught by my friend or her parents was more than I could handle. I stayed in bed, and somehow I managed to drift off after a while. When I woke up the next morning, I still had to go, but my desperation wasn't so urgent. I could tell that my bladder was very full, but I felt like I could hold it longer, the need wasn't as sharp and insistent. My friend and I talked as I packed up my things, and then she suggested we go watch tv while we waited for her mom to take me home. We went into the den and sat in some soft recliners as she turned on the tv. It was quiet aside from the show she'd put on, and I watched with her for a little bit, but it only took a few minutes for my bladder to not-so-gently remind me of the problem. I suddenly had to go so badly. It was like flipping a switch, the desperation took over and I kind of froze up, just trying not to pee myself. I futilely struggled to hide it for a little bit, but it was a lost cause. From that point I was obviously desperate, I couldn't help it, I started to wiggle around in the chair and cross my legs in front of my friend. I had to keep moving or it was all coming out. I bounced and squirmed, switching between sitting on the whole seat and just the edge. She saw me and asked gently if I needed to use the bathroom, but I told her I was fine, clearly lying. I tried to pretend to watch tv, but I was visibly potty dancing, shifting positions every couple seconds, sitting on my heel, sliding down to sit on the floor and then back up into the chair again. After an excruciating few minutes her mom was ready to take me home, and we got into her car. I was in the back with my friend in the front, so I took advantage of being slightly hidden and crossed my legs tight, still squirming. The ride home was about 10 more minutes. I honestly didn't know if I'd make it, but I couldn't let myself think about having an accident, so I just kept holding on. It felt like ages, and the bumpy roads were torture on my swollen bladder, but we finally pulled into my driveway. I practically leapt out of the car and said a quick goodbye, thanking my friend's mom for the ride. I started up the driveway, hoping they'd pull away soon and wouldn't see it if I peed my pants. The car left as I disappeared around the side of the house and ran for the back door. My parents weren't home, and they'd left the back door unlocked for me, but the handle was a little tricky. I fumbled with it at first as I tried to get in, frantically dancing in place, but I managed to open it and rush inside. As soon as I got in I jammed my hands between my legs, shaking and squirming. I was so close to relief, but it felt like if I moved my pee would flood out. I just stood there for a few seconds, almost in tears. Finally, I gathered enough strength to make a final dash to the bathroom, and I ran for it. I made it through the bathroom doorway with seconds to spare. I was almost there, I'd been holding it for so long, but as I took my hands away from my crotch to pull my pants down, it was too late. I started peeing in my panties full force, I couldn't stop it. Quickly yanking my pants out of the way, I sat down, sliding my panties down too even though I was already peeing through them. The relief was incredible as I finally emptied my bladder after hours and hours of desperation. When I was done, I checked how badly I'd wet my clothes. My panties were completely soaked, and there were a few drops and wet patches on my pants where I hadn't gotten them off in time. I was embarrassed to still be peeing myself in high school, but also relieved that I'd managed to hang on until I got home, and that nobody had seen my accident. I put my wet clothes in the laundry and started it, and my parents never found out.
  2. A/N: Some of these tags relate to part 2. This is my first story or this site so any feedback you might have on story improvements is not only welcome, but encouraged. Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Today was the biggest day of her young carrier, and she’d be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark she stood up, mainly guided by instinct, as she shuffled towards the wall and felt around for the light switch. 4:30 felt like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it. She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation. As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives. Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled. She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back. Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle. When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker. She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes. “Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”. Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. “Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. “Just been standing a while.” Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle “Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper. “I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. “I can wait a moment if you need to run- “ “No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers “H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna. “Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. “Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started “Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence “I can make that...mmhf…call today” Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs. Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought Do we seriously both need to piss right now? Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up “Your thoughts?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?” Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it. “I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.” “I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it. She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her… No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind. I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There’s no way she needs to piss…right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half. Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna. “Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!” She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug. “You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?” “Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.” “Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.” In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client. “Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently “She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.” “Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” “Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan. “Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?” “She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?” “It’s really more important that I speak to her.” While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. “Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection “Yes?” “We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again “What do you mean you think?” “Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for. “…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?” Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun. She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer. “oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take. In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly. “Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered. “I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster “Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager: “Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone. She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them. In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line “Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?” “Sure thing” “Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?” “Uh, why?” “I need to know what my schedule looks like today” “Five” That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them. Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands. Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could. As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read: Darzi, Sarah Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit. “Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.” “Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.” “I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?” Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again. “Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.” “Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.” Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line. “Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.” Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah? Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants. Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes. It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom. Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water. Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again. Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction. Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why. “Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?” “What?” “The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime” “Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.” “Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.” Mary-Ann’s heart sank. “What time?” “I can only be here for a little while” “Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?” “Sorry, it’s out of my hands” “..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.” The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up. Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color. She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office. Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door. Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk. Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together. “Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?”
  3. This is a semi-true story that took place last year. It started off as just another report but along the way I decided that a bit of enhancement won't hurt if it helps the storytelling. For that reason I chose to post it as fiction rather than a true experience, something which I probably wouldn't have done just a few years ago. I'll leave it up to you decide which parts actually happened and which are filled-in blanks or enhancements. --- I don't remember if we had reached september yet but it was around that time of the year, late summer, still warm outside even during evenings. For an omo affiniado it would have been a no-brainer to get it out there immediately as you will see, but something held me back, and still does to some degree. That something is the fact that this is the only significant desperation experience I've ever encountered involving a friend which turned out to have quite a bit of emotional impact on me. She is in her 30's but she could easily pass for being 10 years younger. Not exactly pretty to my eyes, but not bad-looking either. Slightly chubby, let's say curvy, and rather short with long brown curly hair. I have no romantic interest in her whatsoever which makes it easy being good friends with her, especially since we share some musical interests. She's very self-confident albeit reserved but easy-going amongst known people. All in all, a very good friend who just happens to be female. That is what bothers me quite a bit about what ensued this late summer evening. I need so set up a bit of context here for it all to make sense. I live in an flat a couple of kilometers away from the city centre, about 10 minutes walk. I'm also a big vintage car enthusiast which in relation to my dwelling situation makes indulging in my hobby a bit of a logistical chore. I have solved this by renting a parking garage space here in town, as well as owning a workshop outside of town. Whatever car I'm driving at the moment is parked in the garage in town, located a couple of blocks away from my flat, about a five minute walk. The workshop on the other hand is located about 10 kilometers out of town, out in the countryside. On the evening in question, my friend was wearing a very 70's and very orange-brown-beige corduroy jumpsuit (not tri-coloured, just a very hard-to-describe nuance), buttoned up at the front with an equally 70's shirt collar, two or three buttons undone at the neck. In all honesty, as much as I love vintage clothing as well as vintage cars, I have to admit that this particular kindergarten-style jumpsuit looks rather dorky, even for her. But it does deserve a bit of prologue as well. For some reason, she really likes this particular suit, even if it apparently makes toilet visits a bit of a struggle. I recall her once telling me and another friend about that very issue with that very suit in a handful of situations, one of which took place in one of the city parks where she was caught short. As she would have to virtually strip out of the suit in order to take a long-overdue piss she apparently held on until the last moment before resigning and convinced a friend to let her use his bathroom, as he happened to live nearby. This was way before this particular evening though, and for all the bathroom-related hardship the suit brought upon her, you'd think that she would be cautious about getting herself into situations with no obvious conveniences nearby, especially bearing in mind that she also was a big beer-drinking enthusiast. You can already sense how suspiciosly specific the setup is getting here. Now on the evening in question, we had planned for a visit at a friend's place out in the woods just outside town, maybe 15 minutes drive, including some traffic. It was decided that I was to pick her and another friend up on the town and then drive us all out to the cottage. She and the other friend were at one of the pubs, and as I parked outside to wait for them I saw them noticing me and rose from the table and got out. Apparently, the other friend had somewhere else to be for the rest of the night (he's not a good planner, it has to be said) so it ended up being just me and her going to the cottage. As we arrived at the cottage it was all dark and empty. Apparently he had forgotten about our planned visit and was not there right then. As an improvised backup plan for the night, we decided that a few beers (additional beers on her part) back in town would do, but I also suggested a brief drive to and from the workshop as she does have an interest in old cars as well and would probably want to take a peek at what I had parked out there. She did, and we drove off and headed out of town towards the countryside where the workshop is. I figured it would add about an hour to the proceedings before we would settle down at the pub afterwards. I still hadn't noticed any desperation, neither was I on the lookout for any so she might just as well have moved about in the car seat without me noticing. Little did I know what manner of catastrophe was building up beneath that corduroy jumpsuit... About 15-20 minutes later we arrived at the workshop (the final part is all gravel roads, meaning you can't drive very fast) and I opened up the door to show off our playroom featuring some of my other cars and tons of tools in various stages of workability. I recall having some objective reason to get there, something along the lines of fetching or fixing something, although I'll be damned if I remember what. Whatever it was, I announced it and that's when she said, with not an insignificant amount of hesitation: "...I really really have to pee..." To which I responded that it will only take a moment and that we would drive back right away. Honest to god, I did not have any intent on delaying her or trying to create a perfect storm of desperation or anything. Quite the opposite, I did mean to have us back in town as soon as possible upon suddenly learning about her urge. "I really have to go, I will just go around the corner before we leave" was her reply to that. Now, our workshop is indeed a man's world with all that it encompasses. There is no plumbing or running water there and by extension, no facilities. Whenever you need to do your number ones, you do it out the back against the wall, and if you need to number two, well, you're screwed. The only semblance of privacy you might enjoy is provided by either darkness or the relative remoteness of the place, provided none of the nearby land-owners will pass by. This has never been an issue for neither me nor any of my male friends whenever we are messing around in the workshop so there has never been any reason for us to even consider engineering a solution. After all, if there is no problem there is no need for any solution. Anyway, she scurried out of the workshop and round the back to do her business. Meanwhile I did whatever it was that I did and then went out to the car and waited for her. It took a few minutes of waiting but eventually she came back and we got in the car and drove off back to the town. I casually asked if it went well to which she replied, with a surprisingly anxious tone in her voice: "No... it's really complicated in this suit. Could we please hurry back??" Apparently it was too much of a hassle getting out of the suit in the great wide open. Not too surprising; like I said, short of being able to simply whip out your willy and do your business against the wall in a matter of seconds, you're screwed out there, especially if you're a girl and ESPECIALLY if you're trapped in a button-up jumpsuit on top of that. What was surprising was the fact that she hadn't been more open about her desperation up until then. She was usually never that modest about such matters and had no problem announcing her need for a toilet, so what kept her quiet about it this one time I will never know. While driving back towards the city I noticed her fidgeting around in the passenger seat, her knees grinding up and down against each other while she sat on her hands in a tense posture. She obviously didn't want to let on just how desperate she had become by now. I casually asked if she hadn't gone before leaving the pub and apparently she had intended to as she hadn't been to the toilet even once since arriving at the pub almost two hours prior! Add to that a few beers and you can probably imagine how dire her plight even by that time. When I got to the pub to pick them up, there were a couple of people waiting for the only toilet to become vacant meaning she bet everything on being able to go when we arrived at our friend's cottage instead of holding us up while waiting for said toilet. As we approached the city limits, maybe 10 or so minutes onward, she was visibly in distress. She was breathing in short, nervous puffs and clearly intent on not disclosing how urgent her need had become. Still sitting in that stiff posture she started rocking back and forth in the seat when suddenly she gripped the curve handle with one hand while lifting herself up slightly and letting out a pitiful whimper. I had never seen her in such a dire and humiliated state and was in all honesty feeling rather uncomfortable. You know, sort of when you're in the presence of someone crying, letting you know that shit has become really serious. By now it was obvious that she wasn't far away from tears either, and by the look of her tense, slightly crooked posture and pinched thighs, those weren't the only fluids threatening to exit her body... "Oh no.... oh god.... I have to get out....I have to find a toilet.... Stop at the restaurant!" She said this in a panicked voice just as we approached a junction a few kilometers from my garage by which there is a burger restaurant, and the only place nearby where one could possibly find a toilet. Eager not to get the upholstery in my old car soaked in urine and my friend devastatingly humiliated, I turned left at the junction after having to wait a few agonizing seconds for the traffic lights to go green. ---- Part 2 coming soon
  4. hey folks, im looking to buy content from independent creators in the form of desperation and showing off a bladder bulge. i commissioned the attached link from the creator and id love to find more similar stuff. thank you in advance! https://www.manyvids.com/Video/2343252/Super-Desperate-to-Pee-Omorashi/
  5. Here I will post all the commissions I make! *Prices: $6 per drawing (Lineart and small details in color, no background) +$3 for: Backgrounds, extra character and complex clothing. *Things I DON'T do: -Male characters. -Furry (anthropomorphic or not) -Messing (Scat or any derivative) -Guro (blood, gu*ts, etc..) (I just do pretty vanilla things) To have better contact with me, send me a DM to my Discord (AlphaDM#6734), You can also send a DM there if you want to have more information about it Here is a sample of my art, so you can get an idea of my work
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    A woman having sex with a full bladder can hold it no longer. You can really hear it in her voice. Not normally my thing but I like this one.
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  7. Hello, I started creating 3D renders of Disney (and other) characters. But I'm not sure what situations I should put the characters in. Do you mind sharing some stories or scenarios with characters you like? Here is my Twitter account for some of my work:
  8. This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.
  9. I've known women who absolutely can not release urine anywhere but a bathroom. At the other end of the chart one cousin likes beach peeing in sight of other people (but hiding her stream). A former date would ask to leave a restaurant and drive to bushy woods when she needed to pee (and hold hands while peeing). So I'm wondering what women feel when when they discover they're at opposite ends of outdoor peeing. (It usually happens here when a women gets invited to a beer and beach party.) If you can't pee outdoors, what do you feel when discovering you're with a women who takes it as the norm? If you easily pee outdoors, what do you feel when discovering you're bush peeing with a women who can't? If you can't pee outdoors, but are spending a couple weeks for example in coastal British Columbia, Washington or Oregon where nearly all "born here" women pee outdoors, do you try training yourself to the local norm?
  10. A few months ago my girlfriend who has given me permission to tell this story had a pretty embarrassing accident. This was before she knew I was into this as well. We had to run out to go buy a bunch of shit because she was planning on staying with me for a while, we also got food cuz why not. It was night time and she was wearing a pretty simple pink and black t shirt with blue jeans and boots. We went out to Walmart(i know gross) after we ate and I eventually learned she had a huge aversion to using public toilets. We were only barely getting started shopping and she kinda whispered to me “Hey Kay i have to you know…piss”. Immediately my omo brain exploded but of course i told her to use the toilet and she replied “uh no lets just hurry”. My girlfriend is typically one of those strong tomboyish type so seeing her flustered was pretty adorable. We continued shopping without much of an issue, although her face was getting redder. Like 15 minutes later we were done with foody items and had to go across the store for the rest. On our way I noticed she would pause here and there, I once again asked if she’d use the bathroom and she got really embarrassed that I noticed but she did agree, so I went with her again across a big part of the store to the bathrooms, they were being cleaned. The cleaner said to just use the mens room but she refused so we resumed shopping. We got what we needed and got in line for the checkout, as we were moving I told her to try the restrooms again but she said no . My omo brain was like “This is the best day ever” but my sympathetic brain was sad and I knew the feeling all too well. We were only behind one person in line now and there were a handful behind us, then I heard a small squeal that originally I didn’t know was from her so I basically ignored it until she grabbed my arm as I heard the splashing begin. She was having a total accident in the line. I’d never seen someone so full of panic in my entire life, I saw her jeans getting darker and start to glisten. I briefly looked at the lady behind her who looked shocked but had this deep face of sympathy. The cashier and guy in front of us noticed as well but neither of them cared and returned to their payment. She peed for a few moments before I just told her to go to the car and gave her the keys. She ran out of the store faster than I imagined. At this point I felt so bad that my omo brain shut down. I apologized to the cashier and she just looked at me before saying “honestly it happens more than you’d imagine”. I did offer to help clean up but i was told no. I finished paying as i looked back seeing people avoiding the clear puddle of piss on the floor. I went out to the car and put the groceries away before getting in, she had put down a plastic bag from the box that i keep in the back for my own wetting but I always told her they were for trash. I asked if she was okay but she told me to just drive. The 20 minute ride home was dead silent as she stared at the moon mostly. She helped me bring groceries in despite me telling her to just to in and shower. Once we got in with all our shit i put it away before she briefly came over and shakily asked if i still loved her which honestly hit me in the chest like a bullet because i had said those exact words before in a very similar situation. I naturally said yes and hugged her. Afterwards she softened up about it and we put groceries away(she was even still wearing her wet jeans). Afterwards we went in and took a shower together which I offered to help her feel better. Now here we are a few months later and shes open to my kink and even tries it herself sometimes. Sometimes God hears and answers prayers
  11. I have a general question for you all (sorry if this isn't the right category) How many people do think who may or may not be into omo have deliberately wet (or even messed) themselves out of curiosity? No need to try and pinpoint an exact number. More of generalities... such as a lot or if you knew someone who had done this. Hope this makes since to you all.
  12. (I was torn between this art board and the fiction board for this post but it's a little bit of both, I can move the post over if it doesn't fit here ) So ROM hacking (Particularly, the GBA Fire Emblem games) is a bit of a hobby of mine and I had an idea and I'm sure if I'm a genius or a madwoman for it. So here it is. Because of my proficiency with ROM hacking these games, I could create short, 1 to 3 chapter long ROM hacks that follow Omorashi scenarios with relative ease. Kinda like fan fiction occurring within the engine of the actual game with a visual and gameplay component (And I believe I know my way around these games well enough to incorporate the omorashi component into the gameplay itself which is very exciting!). Now obviously, the GBA engine has it's restrictions but people have done more with less and I think this idea has a lot of potential. But here's the fun part. Because there's a very vast database of free rom hacking art and assets for the GBA engine I could feature many characters within these hacks and I could DEFINITELY take requests on characters and scenarios people would like to see (In fact, if you're interested drop a character and scenario in the comments and I'll see what I can do for you ) If this gets people interested, I'll make another post with more elaboration, but for now, here's a little proof-of-concept preview. This sample was super fun to make, I doubt this will get too much attention but a girl can dream, right? sample.mp4
  13. A/N: For those not familiar with my work, know that feedback and your honest comments are more than appreciated! For fans of my current project, this doesn’t mean that its over, I’m just taking a short break. When you’re done reading, I’ll have a few questions at the end for you that may help me as a writer. Would love your thoughts! Oh, and the tags relate to upcoming chapters if they’re not in this first chapter. Kind of like a sneak peak! Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future. Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?” “It’s August, Mom.” “But they get, you know, snow up there.” “Not in the summer.” “I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?” “Not in August.” Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again “I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?” “It’ll be fine.” “Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?” “A lot of people like sports.” “But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?” “Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.” “Are they good?” “Mostly. Patriots are really good.” “So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!” “I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.” “Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me” “Do you even know what team we root for?” “The…Bengals?” “Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands. “Are we any good?” “No. Wake me when we get there.” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again. The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter. “Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.” “Mmmph. Wh-what?” “Coffee. What do you want?” Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again “What do you want?” “Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?” Michelle stared at her daughter blankly “You know, why don’t you order Ash?” “Fine.” The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern “Can we like…go inside?” “Why?” “I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact “We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.” “Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?” “Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.” Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting “Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!” Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying. The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look. The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted “Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.” “I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.” “We’re not stopping for a while.” “I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!” Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water. I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked “Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?” “Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.” “…kinda.” Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions “You’re such a boomer.” “Am not! You know when I was born.” “1977 is boomer age.” “Whatever. Just read the directions.” Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console. “10 Miles. How long is that?” Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.” Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long. Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon. The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first “Why are we stopping?” “How should I know?” “This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder. Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it. “Mom…a mile and a half.” Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder “MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated. Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself. Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter “Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.” Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide. “What?” Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane. The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it. Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police. “Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation “What do we do? How do we-?” “Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window “H-hi-hi officer.” “You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.” “Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem “W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch “Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued “Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.” “Hurry!” She begged “What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined “The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.” “Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!” “Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.” “No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!” “You don’t have to watch me.” “But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?” While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter. “Find us a place. Now!” Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter “I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.” The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer “Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.” “Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.” As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage. Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her. “There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned. The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles. Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road. Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car. Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. “Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!” Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news “I-I stopped. I…I stopped.” It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. “C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it. Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them “Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs “Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern. “Oh, darlin’! Come with me.” She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice. “Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.” Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit. Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away. A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening “Ohh…i-its happening…” Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock “Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!” Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident. Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles. “Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom. Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom. Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap. It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act. “Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. “Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?” “I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!” “At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do “Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment. To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize. “Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“ “D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter. “Here. Dry yourself and-“ Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch. “Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle. “Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door. Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully. “We, uh…we didn’t make it…” The hostess sighed, observing the damage. “Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” “T-thank you Ma’am.” “Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again. As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years “Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.” “Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out “I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.” Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start. A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough?
  14. Here is my new story - I wanted to continue the story of Madi and Kirstin from ‘The Assignment.’ However, since the assignment is over (besides one more planned flashback scene), it didn’t make sense to keep going in that story. Thus, I created a new story altogether that will feature the continued adventures of Madi and friends. (You don't necessarily need to read The Assignment to understand this story though). *Also one last note, Madi's thoughts are in italics Chapter 1: Crossing Over “This better work..” complained Madi, squirming. Her hands buried themselves in her crotch “Where is this landlady anyway! I need to freaking go. I’ve been holding it since this morning!” The pale, skinny, dark-haired 21-year-old fidgeted in her black combat boots and khaki shorts. The single wisp of pink-dyed hair flicked off her forehead. “No one’s making you hold it, silly,” giggled Kirstin softly. Her flirtatiously gentle voice continued, “Don’t worry, she should be here any minute!” Her fingers traced a strand of her red hair. “That’s just problem A. Problem B is filling 3 more spots with people…people like us.” Madi’s lip creased under her teeth. “Well we haven’t officially signed anything yet! But I’m pretty sure my old roommate and her friend are down. That only leaves one spot,” explained Kirstin, attempting to lighten the mood. However, such a feat often proved difficult when dealing with her pessimistic friend - especially when that friend intentionally held herself often, purposefully putting herself in situations away from a restroom. The two girls bonded the previous semester over a new shared secret - a clandestine habit that only a few others knowingly participated in. Both friends enjoyed the prospect of wetting themselves on purpose - whether out of need, laziness, convenience, or sometimes, pure pleasure. A few falling-outs caused Madi to abandon her old friends, although she felt like the one abandoned. Fortunately, Kirstin arrived into her life at the right time, her friendship (and more than that) saving Madi from complete solitude. Thus, both girls decided last semester to break their current leases and live together. But the fun wouldn’t stop there - rumors of other girls like them spread. Other fellow college students possibly existed who also held interests similar to Madi and Kirstin. Thus, both girls decided to take a risk and apply for 3, 4, even 5 bedroom apartments, assuming they could attract more of their kind. They advertised anonymously through social media, but with no bites so far. Kirstin luckily possessed a connection to her freshman year roommate who introduced her to the secret habit. Although the girls lost touch the first semester of sophomore year, Kirstin remained on speaking terms, inviting her to tag along. Her former roommate cautiously agreed, but due to a tight schedule today, sent her fellow-wetter friend to scout out the potential apartment. She would meet Madi and Kirstin at the potential living quarters today, but not before the two friends did a final run-through with the landlady and officially signed the papers. Madi hunched over. “Oh gosh, please hurry!” Moments later, a clack of heels echoed through the hall. Kirstin nudged Madi. “Here she is,” she whispered. The blonde upper-twenties landlady coincidentally approached, her clipboard in hand. “You girls ready?” “Yes!” Madi answered immediately, unable to wait any longer. The landlady unlocked the door, leading both potential tenants inside. “So, as you know, the utilities are all bundled. This place comes partially furnished. Right past here is the kitchen, with updated stainless steel appliances…” Madi silently groaned. Yada yada yada, hurry up already! Madi hobbled along the tour, Kirstin’s chuckles trailing behind her. While Madi’s squirms and squeezes distracted her, Kirstin took mental notes along the way. All hardwood floors, including the bedrooms, check. No cushions on the wooden barstools and kitchen chairs, check. The living room lacked furniture, but Kirstin saw this as a plus - they could bring in their own, without risk of ruining any rented pieces. “As you can see, there’s an excellent view of campus through these windows…” Madi couldn’t take it. It seemed as though the landlady were purposefully slugging through the tour, as if knowing of Madi’s desperation, intentionally prolonging her pain. However, deep down, she knew it was her fault. Deep down, she liked it. Ugh why do I torture myself.. The clack of the landlady’s heels on the hardwood floor resonated with the pulsing throbs in Madi’s bladder. Holy shit I need to go ASAP! Madi internally screamed. Finally, the landlady click-clacked towards the kitchen island, unclipping a sheet of paper from her clipboard. “Alright, we just have some paperwork, and then we’re all set! I’m going to confirm just one more time that you ladies still want to sign the lease? I know it’s just the two of you, and this is a five bedroom apartment. I can’t reduce the rent for that.” Madi glanced, more like glared, towards Kirstin, her eyes begging: “Hurry up! Just say yes and get it over with!” Her lips quivered, her cheeks perspired, her body trembled. Kirstin shifted her eyes up towards the ceiling as if deep in thought, a mischievous smile slyly creeping along her face. She could make Madi wait, just a little longer. She was already sold on this place - she had a good feeling about it. The risk of finding 3 more partners-in-crime excited her. A challenge. She glanced back towards her fidgeting friend, hunched over at her hips, not even bothering to hide her frantic desperation anymore. Kirstin deliberated waited, pretending to contemplate the decision she had already made. “Yes, we’ll take it!” Kirstin finally proclaimed. Both girls signed their names, Madi’s signature resembling a preschooler’s scribbling with how much her hand shook. “Alright, you ladies are all set. Here’s my card, call me if you have any issues. Good luck in your new home!” With that, the landlady left. As soon as Kirstin shut the door behind her, Madi immediately gave in. She stood up straight and let out an extended exhale. “Ahhhhhhhhh…..” followed by an audible pssssssssssshhhhhhhh. It exploded out of her. She let her steaming piss insta-soak her panties and shorts, transforming the khaki fabric a dark brown. Rivulets rivered down her bare legs, some pooling in her boots, the rest splattering onto the new flooring. Madi gave Kirstin a look of utter relief and contentment as the waterfall gushed out of her. Kirstin couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on her face at the image of her friend completely wetting herself and the floor. “This is exactly what I needed,” moaned Madi. She nearly collapsed from the pure ecstasy; the warm, euphoric release seemingly converted her bones to rubber. “Consider our new apartment christened,” snickered Madi as the final few drops trickled from her shorts. Kirstin giggled uncontrollably. Although she stood a few steps away, Madi’s puddle had reached her feet. “Maybe it’s my turn,” she squealed. But before she could relax, the chime of the doorbell echoed through the empty apartment. Madi and Kirstin gazed wide-eyed at each other. Madi’s cheeks flushed as red as her friend’s hair, and her heart felt as if it somehow simultaneously stopped completely and pumped at light speed. “Well, this is one way to show that we’re legit about this,” she remarked. Kirstin nodded. She stepped towards the door and twisted open the handle. As the door pulled back, it revealed a medium-height girl about Kirstin’s age, her brown hair flowing a few centimeters past her shoulders. Her gentle features and blue eyes peered into the apartment, absorbing the scene. She didn’t seem to flinch, nor was she taken aback. Instead, her lips twitched into a slight half-smile before uttering the words, “Hi, I’m Tori.” ~end of chapter 1~ . . . . Yep, that’s Tori from my story “Told To.” So there you have it! What do you think? This isn’t going to just be a story about Madi and Kirstin, it’s actually a crossover story featuring other omo characters from my stories! So it is confirmed that Madi, Kirstin, Tori, and Lilly all attend the same college and may be living together! (And if you haven't made the connection by now, yes, Lilly was actually Kirstin's roommate all along). Who will be the fifth member of the P Team? Feel free to share your guesses / predictions! This story will mostly just be various wetting and holding scenes between all my characters. The story / subplots won't necessarily be the focus, although their will be developing interactions between all the characters. Therefore, it's not required that you read my previous stories if you haven't yet, although they do help in establishing the backstory for each character. Anyway, here are the links to my other 2 stories which feature the characters introduced on the “P Team” so far: Told To (Tori and Lilly): https://www.omorashi.org/topic/70789-told-to/ The Assignment (Madi and Kirstin): https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71396-the-assignment/ Here is the link to my official artwork post which will eventually feature drawings of all the main characters in this story: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71792-official-art-for-peehours-stories/?tab=comments#comment-1926696
  15. Stories regarding a female friend, acquaintance, co-worker, etc where they were desperate to pee, couldn't hold it all the way, or had a full genuine accident, where you ended up seeing more of them than normal circumstances would allow (panties, bare p***y, pee coming out, etc). Unless it was the first time seeing them at this level or beyond or what before you were together, please do no not includeb spouses, significant others, etc
  16. This will be a multi-part saga of Tori, an 18-year-old girl who is told it's ok to have 'accidents' multiple times by her parents. I tried to make the settings and situations semi-realistic. I also tried to keep it relatively clean sexual-wise (don't worry there is plenty of wetting). The first part of the story is loosely based on a story I read on another site many years ago, but I added a lot more details. The tags also hint towards what's to come in the future parts. PART 1 - Movie Nights It all started the summer before senior year. Being one of the older students, Tori was already 18. She spent a lot of time with her parents, for they were young - not even 40 as they had her when they were only 18 (although Tori would not follow in their footsteps). She sat with them in the living room of their fifth-floor apartment watching a movie. The activity had been her family’s nightly summer ritual. She reclined on the leather lounge chair, her parents on the couch. Both pieces of furniture were encased in a plastic cover to protect them, as their pet cat suffered a UTI. Besides the sound of plastic rustling when she adjusted, she could barely notice a difference when lounging in the chair. This was not the family’s only bathroom-related issue, however. Faulty plumbing issues had rendered both the toilets in their house useless. The plumbers needed to replace all of the sewage piping, so Tori and her parents had been using the next door neighbor’s house to shower and use the bathroom. As she sat there, she began to notice a tingling in her bladder. She moved her jeans-covered legs back and forth to distract her body from the feeling, but the growing pressure refused to subside. “Do you think I can use Mrs. Perry’s bathroom?” she asked her parents, trying to restrain any tones of discomfort from her voice. Her mom answered, “Oh no, dear, it’s almost 10 pm, knowing her, she's definitely asleep by now.” Tori gulped, her shoulders tensing in a slight panic. “How bad do you have to go?” asked her mother. “Pretty bad,” said Tori. She could realistically hold it for a while longer, but the bulging on her bladder proved too great to simply ignore. “Do you think you can make it to the morning?” asked her mother. Tori knew this would be near impossible. “No…” she uttered, shaking her head. “Alright, then you can just go,” her mother stated. Tori’s forehead crinkled in confusion. “Where?” she asked. “Yourself,” her mother answered, rather matter-of-factly. After a brief pause, she reassuringly added, “The chair is covered anyway, so don’t worry about that.” The words struck Tori, doing little to ease her confusion. Were her parents really giving their 18-year-old daughter permission to wet her pants? She looked over at her father, his blank expression unfazed. Her mother’s poker face also showed little sign of worry. Surprised at their nonchalant attitude towards her predicament, she considered her mother’s offer to relieve herself right then and there, but decided against it. Instead Tori continued to hold on. Thirty minutes later, still watching the movie, Tori’s bladder continued to balloon. Soon, her mother’s suggestion seemed more likely. Tori weighed her options - she could walk down five flights of stairs to get outside, but then what? Retreat to a city ally past 10 o’clock at night to squat amongst the trash? Tori finally conceded, thinking to herself, “Oh what the heck. The couches are protected anyway, and there’s nowhere else to go.” With that, she relaxed and let go. At first, she flinched from the warm trickle escaping into her panties, but soon the feeling of relief sent tinges of pleasure and relaxation throughout her body. It felt weird letting the liquid go, soaking her jeans, but the warmth spread around her crotch and felt strangely comforting. The glow of the TV provided just enough light for Tori to see the dark patch expanding on her denim-covered lap, like a warm storm cloud materializing in the sky. The release felt freeing, her aching muscles thanking her, throbbing with the pleasure of relief. Tori sat in her warm puddle for the remainder of the movie, savoring the fact that she no longer needed to go. She kept her muscles relaxed, letting the few remaining spurts re-warm her. When the movie ended, her dad went to bed, but her mom stopped by her chair first. “Did you go?” she asked. Tori nodded her head. “Yes, I went..” she squeaked, obviously embarrassed. “It’s okay, honey. Accidents happen,” reassured her mother. "After all, I’ve had a couple this week when watching TV after you were in bed. Just be sure to wipe up the plastic with a towel!” Tori suddenly understood why her parents appeared so nonchalant when telling Tori to relieve herself. She knew her mother suffered a weak bladder, but by the carefree tone of her voice when recalling her own accidents, this told Tori that it must have been a frequent event for her mother, or at least occur often enough for both of her parents to have grown accustomed to it. With this comforting reassurance in her mind, Tori bode her mother goodnight and wiped up the plastic-covered chair with a towel and spray cleaner. The next night played out similarly. School wouldn’t start for a few more weeks, so Tori continued to stay up late and watch movies with her parents. Her body’s bathroom schedule also remained consistent, as she soon felt the familiar urge pressing below. She asked her parents if Mrs. Perry was awake, to which they answered no. This prompted Tori to ask in a nervous voice, “Can I just go here again?” Her mother immediately answered, “Of course honey. You don’t even have to ask, just go if you need to go.” Tori approved of the answer, for she secretly looked forward to getting to have another ‘accident.’ She relaxed, her heart already pumping with excitement. She felt the first burst escape, warming her panties. Unlike last night, tonight she wore her sweatpants-shorts, which she figured would not hold as much liquid. Therefore, she decided to instead slowly release, one spurt at a time. This prolonged the pleasure, for as soon as the wetness of the last spurt began to cool, she would let out another burst, re-warming her crotch. She noticed the light gray fabric of her shorts turn a darker gray, almost black. She continued releasing slowly throughout the movie, until finally the credits rolled and her parents went to bed. Before getting up, she released the rest of her bladder, sighing as the warm stream encased her entire crotch, hips, and butt in a soothing, relieving embrace. This became her naughty habit for the next few days. The next night she wore a pair of snug leggings which hugged her thighs and calves tightly and perfectly. She could hardly wait for tonight’s movie to begin. As the opening credits rolled, she immediately started releasing the warm trickle into her pants. Although the black fabric did not change color, they held the warmth around her legs, crotch, and butt, and they did turn quite shiny, reflecting in the faint light of the TV. After the movie ended and her parents went to bed, Tori again emptied the rest of her bladder, leaning back in the chair to let the warmth spread down her legs further. Tori then saw her mother return with a towel, and she started to wipe up the couch where she and Tori's father had been sitting. Tori was shocked, as she had not actually witnessed one of her mother’s accidents and was unaware that she too wet herself during the movie. Before saying goodnight, her mother offered her the towel. “Do you need this too, honey?” Tori felt a gulp drop down her throat. She did not tell her parents about tonight’s ‘accident,’ but her mother seemed to correctly assume it still happened anyway. Tori nodded her head and took the towel, sopping up her own puddle. The wiping routine now seemed normal, reinforced by her mother’s own accident and carefree acknowledgment of Tori’s accidents. If this was the new normal, Tori oddly enjoyed it. As the days went on, Tori continued her wet habit, experimenting with different bottoms each night. One night she wore her red athletic shorts, this time deciding to hold until halfway through the movie to enjoy the feeling of relieving pressure. She strongly enjoyed this, and so the following night she actually started drinking more water starting around noon without using the neighbor’s bathroom, holding in preparation for the nightly movie. This time she wore her tight-fitting white jeans, flooding them in a warm torrent, the relief of a half-day hold sending relaxing waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The white material had become transparent, providing her with a clear glimpse of her moist panties underneath. Another night she forwent the desperate holding, instead opting to deliberately push the warm stream into a pair of her pink khaki short-shorts. On the last night of her movie wetting streak, Tori was shocked to feel a warm trickle enter her plaid pajama bottoms, completely without her intent. Was this an actual accident? Her body must have grown to associate the movies with release. Nonetheless, she welcomed the warm stream, and actually pushed it to keep it going. During a few of these wet nights, she saw her mom return with a towel and spray to clean up her own remnants. Her mom would always offer Tori the towels and cleaning spray, while carelessly proclaiming “Another day, another accident.” Tori loved her and her mother’s attitude towards the situation, the carefree treatment of what had become just another part of their daily routine. About a week of this wet movie watching had passed, and the plumbers had finally fixed the pipes in the apartment. Tori had actually felt slightly disappointed, having come to enjoy her nightly accident. Oh well, she thought, all good things must come to an end. After all, she was running low on clean clothes. However, the plastic coverings remained on the couches, this knowledge still creeping in the back of her mind. On the first night with usable toilets, she instead again opted to secretly release as she sat on the chair and watched the movie, the familiar warmth spreading through her jean shorts. After the movie, Tori was surprised to see her mom again carrying a towel and spray cleaner. Her mom also seemed shocked to see Tori still sitting in the chair. However, the ease returning to her voice, her mom admitted, “I know the toilets are fixed, but sometimes it’s just easier to go where you are.” Tori sat with her mouth slightly agape as her mother cleaned up. “Do you need this too, honey?” Somehow she correctly guessed that her daughter had also skipped the bathroom. When Tori cautiously accepted, her mother affectionately uttered, “Like mother like daughter.” Some time of ‘secret’ wetting later, the family cat’s medication seemed to finally kick in, as it began to exclusively use the litter box. Tori’s dad removed the plastic coverings from the furniture. This served as the true ending to Tori’s nighttime movie accidents, which upset her, but ultimately she realized that she should probably renormalize her body’s behavior, especially as school was starting soon. She wondered if her mother would have left the plastic coverings over the couches if her dad never removed them. However, with or without the protection, this would not be Tori’s last time indulging in her habit. -part 2 coming soon-
  17. Found a couple videos that seemed cute. However, marked as private and can't be viewed. https://thisvid.com/videos/diapered-girlfriends-jav-part-1/ https://thisvid.com/videos/diapered-girlfriends-jav-part-2/
  18. Part 1; Emma’s Wet Walk Home The warm spring air hung still and calm as Emma made her weekly journey to her gymnastics class. The sun was beginning to draw itself towards the horizon and the people of the city were behaving similarly, most of the days work had been completed and people now went about their private business. A group of students were drinking beer outside of an expensive looking bar and she wondered how they could afford it, students loans, she thought to herself and began to ponder her monetary decisions as she was a student too and just as those drinking at the bar, she used her student loan to for unnecessaries too. The thought didn’t stick in her mind for long though as she was soon distracted by a car wildly revving it’s engine, she turned sharply to see where the noise had come from and suspected it was the blue Opel with the fake body kit, and in her mind she judged the sort of person who would own a car like that. A man with a small penis, she thought to herself with amusement and chuckled audibly. The gymnastics hall was now not far away, maybe another ten minutes and walking in the surprisingly warm evening air she was grateful she had not wrapped up warm. Her outfit was decidedly simple and was chosen with comfort and freedom of movement in mind, it had occurred to her on many occasions that most of her outfits were chosen this way and she was comfortable with that. Tonight she was wearing her usual black tank top with a matching black sports bra underneath and a light long sleeved tunnel necked jacket above the tank top, her petite figure made such clothing appealing and she always thought this outfit suited her nicely. Her supple legs were encased by super soft black cotton leggings which clung tightly and fitted almost like a second skin and underneath her leggings she wore a pair of blue and white striped bikini briefs, which as she walked to the gymnasium, were giving her a slight wedgie. She contemplated discreetly trying to pick out the wedgie but decided against it, judging it was a little undignified to do so in such a public place, besides, nobody else but her knew, at least that’s what she thought, except that wasn’t entirely true as unbeknownst to her she was displaying a noticeable pantyline, and anyone who chose to look would see her pert bum framed by thick lines on both sides. The journey from home to the gymnasium was of a considerable distance and on foot it would often take a whole hour, but this was fine, she liked to walk and the sights and sounds of the city made the journey interesting. On one occasion she had used the cities tram system in an attempt to shorten the journey time, but it backfired when the tram she was travelling on encountered a mechanical problem and broke down, she was late to her class because of the broken tram and so vowed not to trust them again for this journey. But now she was on foot, gradually navigating the cities thoroughfares, following the same route she had used for the previous twelve weeks. She believed wholeheartedly that her route was the optimal route and would hear no detractions, but nonetheless, it was true that her route home was slightly different and a touch longer than her route to the gymnasium, but this was an adaption she had made after the second week and it was all because of her bladder. Inevitably she drank a lot of water at her classes, quite often two litres or more over the course of the two hours and all this water had a catastrophic effect on her bladder. After her first class she had used the facilities at the gymnasium but they were dirty and unkept so she had vowed not to use them again and in the future, she decided she would hold on until she returned home. However, as she discovered after week two, this was a task her bladder was simply not strong enough for and she had come very close to having an accident and, were it not for a bar named the Stumble Inn and their relaxed policies regarding the use of their facilities, she would have undoubtedly wet herself before making it home. The Stumble Inn was around fifteen minutes walk from the gymnasium and she was glad it was no further because even at a distance of fifteen minutes she did not make it to the toilet with dry underwear and as she would discover, this would be the first of three occasions that she would arrive at the Stumble Inn in a similar state. On this first occasion she was surprised at just how quickly her desperation to pee had escalated, it seemed to her that one moment she was fine with just a small pressure leaning on her bladder and yet, mere moments later, she was fighting against a great force which was rapidly making holes in her defences and it was through these holes that warm urine dribbled into her underwear. She didn’t find this to be embarrassing however, as she understood the limits of the human anatomy and knew full well that she was not the first person of her age or sex to unintentionally pee in her underwear. She knew in fact, that her roommate Minttu, was prone to these small accidents. Minttu was not aware that she knew this, why would she, but Emma did know, because it was often Emma who sorted their laundry and every so often Emma would find Minttu’s underwear stained suspiciously yellow around the gusset. Of course, Emma would never dream of mentioning this fact to anyone, but it did give her some comfort in regard to her own little accidents. She thought on this for a while as she edged ever closer to the gymnasium and at last, she finally arrived at the gymnasium and away from prying eyes picked the wedgie from her bum which had been bothering her for a short while now and then continued through a long well lit corridor into the gymnasium itself. The room was large with an abundance of equipment dotted all around and a gaggle of girls were gathered in the far corner, she knew them all as they were all fellow university students and members of this gymnastics class. She left her backpack on a bench at the far left side of the room and then went to join her fellow students and as she did so she was greeted warmly. For a while the group chatted about school and other related matters but before too long their instructor called a start to the session and the room fell silent. “You can do better than that” the class instructor blurted out in an insensitive way. “I’m not strong enough, I just can’t pull myself that way” Emma protested. She was indeed trying hard but she wasn’t giving it everything as she was becoming tired and she was also mindful of not hurting herself by overexerting herself. But her instructor was not buying it and he knew she was holding back. “Very well” he started patiently “you’ll try again next week and hopefully then you’ll feel stronger”. She felt a pang of disappointment as she heard the stinging words but she just smiled and walked away from the apparatus. “I couldn’t manage it either” a comforting voice whispered in her ear, she didn’t bother replying and instead just smiled and carried on walking. She sat on the bench where her backpack had been left two hours earlier and drained the water that remained in her water bottle. It was a one litre bottle and this was the second time she had drained the bottle since arriving at her class. She was bathed in sweat and her tight leggings were sticking to her thighs. Her muscles were burning and her eyes felt heavy but she felt better that it was time to go home and she felt a surge of joy when she realised that tomorrow was Saturday. It took some moments for her to summon the strength to stand up to begin her walk home and she exhaled as her legs took her slender body weight. “I’ll see you all next week” Emma said cheerfully and all members of the group replied with their own goodbyes. She then heaved her backpack onto her shoulders and began her walk home. She left the gymnasium and the cold night air hit her with gusto but she thought it was delightful, after two hours of hard gymnastics in an overly warm room the cool night air was a welcome relief and she sucked the air into her lungs and revelled in the freshness. This feeling did not last forever though and before long her clothes which were damp with sweat began to feel extremely cold and all of a sudden the walk home became quite unpleasant. Her bladder, full with water was also beginning to ache, this was normal after her gymnastics class and as usual she planned to stop at a particular bar which was in her route home. She always went to the bathroom in this bar after gymnastics because the toilets were clean and pleasant, which were in stark contrast to the gymnasiums bathrooms which were dirty and unkept and as she already knew, this bar allowed anyone off the street to use their facilities without buying a drink, a rare quality in a city where most bars expect the opposite. Step after step she drew closer to her special bar and the relief of emptying her bladder. She was now in serious need of a toilet, her bladder was bulging and ached terribly with the weight of two litres of water. However, she was unworried, she knew her bar was now just down the street and she knew she would make it easily. She had done this walk a dozen times before and it invariably followed the same script so she was unworried when a small trickle of pee warmed a small area of her crotch, after all, this had happened a couple of times before and she considered it an irregular part of the script. The bar was now just a couple hundred metres away, she couldn’t see it but she knew it was there and she unconsciously quickened her pace. The people around her were a blur and her mind was focused solely on emptying her poor aching bladder. Her heart jumped as the bar drew into view. Her bladder was aching with an unusual ferocity and she could feel that her crotch was warm and damp, she found it hard to tell if this was because of the trickle a few moments ago or if she had peed again into her underwear. It didn’t matter, she thought to herself, because the bar was just a handful of steps away. Smiling at the thought of emptying her bladder she pressed her shoulder into the solid wooden door of the bars entrance, she pushed hard but the door wound not budge. She pushed again but as before the heavy door did not budge. She stepped back clamping her thighs together in the process and looked into the windows to see if there was any life inside. There was not. She looked again at the heavy door and noticed a laminated notice taped above a small pane of glass which said; “Due to a COVID outbreak among the staff we will unfortunately be closed for the foreseeable future, we apologise for any inconvenience this may cause” Her heart sank. This was a totally unforeseen circumstances and she knew if an alternative bathroom could not be found very soon, she would undoubtedly wet herself. She spun around one hundred and eighty degrees looking for somewhere suitable to use a bathroom but nothing jumped out at her. Unsure of what to do and knowing she had to act swiftly or else her bladder would take matters into its own hands, she called her roommate. The phone rang four times before she finally picked up. “Do you know of anywhere I can go for a pee near the Stumble Inn?” She asked her roommate without so much as a hello. “Not of the top of my head” her roommate replied giggling slightly “I’m not an encyclopaedia of public toilets” She had to suppress a surge of anger at her roommates flippancy, this is no joking matter she thought to herself. “Seriously, if I don’t find a toilet soon I’m going to piss myself” she said not bothering to hide the panic in here voice. “I’m sorry but I don’t know that part of town so well, if you’re that desperate I’d just try and find a quiet alley or something and pop a squat” Not a bad idea, she thought to herself. “Okay. Well thanks anyway, I’ll see you when I get back” she replied as cheerfully as she was able. “Good luck and if you come home with wet leggings I’ll know not to ask” her roommate replied comically. She hung up and walked hurriedly in the direction of home. Her plan now was to find a quiet spot to pop a squat, not the easiest thing to do in a major city but she couldn’t see many other alternatives. Just about every bar in the city insisted you buy a drink before using the facilities and she didn’t have her purse so she had no money, so as far as she could see she had two choices, pop a squat in a quiet place or wet herself. She knew she couldn’t make it home without her bladder failing completely, because it was already beginning to fail. Just minutes ago she had first felt the warmth against her crotch and at the time she had been unconcerned, but now, as the warmth crept over her crotch again she did begin to panic. She looked frantically for an alley but she could see nothing suitable. She felt like the wetness in her crotch was spreading but she was unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. On the left hand side she spotted a dash of green jutting out and breaking the monotone palette of the city and an idea struck her. It was a small park, not a particularly nice park but it was secluded enough she reckoned to empty her bladder privately and with some dignity. She hurried in the direction of the park, almost at a run now. Her heart was pounding, partly because of her panic stricken situation and partly because she was now running. Her feet crunched the gravel as she entered the small green space and her eyes dashed in all directions looking for a good spot to empty her bladder. She was trembling with the effort it took to hold back the flood of water that had filled her bladder, but to her left she could see a small alcove covered by bushes on three sides and she figured that was as good as she was going to get. She hurried into the space and quickly scanned the gravel floor for any obstacles and as she found none, she took a deep breath and grabbed the waist band if her leggings. She faced the only entrance to the alcove and carefully squatted with her bum a couple of inches from the gravelly floor below. The position was not very comfortable and it placed a great strain on her bladder and she was unconsciously already peeing before she had pulled her leggings down, it was not much but it was enough to dribble through her thin cotton underwear and soak into her heavier leggings below, at this she stood up and clamped her thighs shut to stem the flow. She then examined her leggings which were damp to the touch but were dry to the eye, next she pulled her leggings down slightly to inspect her knickers and as she already knew, they were warm, pissy and wet. She considered what she would do if she was spotted popping a squat and the thought was mortifying for her, it was not so much the act of peeing that she thought mortifying but the fact of being caught naked. So, she resolved to not be caught naked. She squatted down for a second time and grabbing the waist of her leggings she pulled them down towards her ankles. She fiddled with her leggings for a few moments until she was certain they were well clear of any potential mishaps when she began to empty her beleaguered bladder. She was already trickling pee uncontrollably but now she took a deep breath and simply relaxed. She was surprised just how long it took for her bladder to start releasing its contents, she had assumed that the moment she relaxed a great torrent would spray forth but that was not the case and instead nothing occurred except the already present trickle. But this was not the case for long and within a few moments an almost orgasmic feeling of relief washed over her as a great warm torrent flooded into her underwear. She had decided not to remove her knickers for a couple of reasons, one of which was because of her fear of being caught naked and this was the greater reason but the other lesser reason was because, as she saw it, she had already peed in her underwear a not insignificant amount and so it made no difference if she peed in them some more, either way, she thought, I’m going home with wet knickers. Her pee thundered and splashed into the gravel below and she had not adequately accounted for just how violent this would be and so she was forced to readjust her feet slightly so her shoes and leggings were in the firing line. The warm pee streamed through the thin blue and white cotton and because of how quickly she was peeing the wetness in her underwear was not spreading as far as she had originally anticipated but nonetheless, she could feel the warmth spreading to her bum. The beleaguered cotton that made up the crotch of her underwear could take no more and so her pee was now spraying through the material that rested at the base of her bum. She felt a calmness take over her and basked in the fantastic relief she was feeling. Her bladder was now almost empty and she gave herself a shake to release the last remaining drops from their hiding place. Underneath there was an ocean of pee streaming away into the soil and plants just a few feet away and she was now aware of cars whizzing by only a few metres away. “I did it” she thought to herself. Before leaving her alcove she used the sweatbands in her backpack to pat her knickers dry a little, she knew anyone who looked closely would see a suspicious wetness against her crotch and bum but she didn’t care, own it, she thought to herself. Her knickers were throughly soaked and the wet material clung to her ever more greatly now. But, after patting herself dry she then pulled her leggings back up to once again display her pert bum with the panty lines for which she was famous for amongst her friends, and with her bladder empty she left her alcove and began the long walk home. It didn’t take long for her soaked knickers to become very cold against her delicate skin and she briefly regretted not removing the garment before urinating, but she hurried the thought out of her mind because she could not go back to make a different decision. She reminded herself that this was not the first time she had walked home with a cold wetness against her delicate area, only this time it was a larger area that was facing the cold wetness of her misfortune. Every so often she would unconsciously run her hand over her rear to check for any wetness that may be soaking through to her leggings and indeed, she could feel a protruding wetness against her fingers, but she didn’t believe it was enough to be noticeable to anyone who was not actively checking her out at close range. Nonetheless, her journey was uncomfortable and the wetness from her crotch was rubbing gently against her thighs and so she was chafing a little. She had now been walking for ten minutes since leaving her alcove and her mind was accosted with a thought that she was missing something and she began to wrack her brain to discover what it was. It was almost five minutes later that it dawned on her that she forgotten to pick up her backpack and she had left it in her alcove. She cursed herself for being so incompetent and momentarily considered just leaving it there, there wasn’t much in it after all, a water bottle, some pissy sweatbands and a few hair clips and such like but, that wasn’t the point, she simply couldn’t afford to buy a new backpack, so she about turned and walked back to her alcove. Emma walked as quickly as she could and she made it back to the alcove in a little over ten minutes, and in her alcove there she found her puddle of now drying urine and her backpack. She checked the backpack to make sure everything was present and correct and with this verified, she hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders and for a second time, left her alcove. She turned right following the bushes on that side of the gravel pathway and in front of her was a young woman of maybe thirty years of age, Emma was startled for a moment but then smiled at the woman and she was intent at leaving it at that but the strange woman stopped Emma with a gentle hand and began speaking. “Is that your backpack?” The stranger asked curiously. “It is” Emma replied suspiciously, unsure of where this conversation was going. “So” the stranger started, letting the word hang in the air for a moment “you were the one who urinated in that alcove about half an hour ago?” Her tone was not accusing but rather of curiosity. Emma blushed a deep red and struggled to find adequate words. “Yes” she eventually blurted out unceremoniously. “Okay” the stranger started gently “I saw you from my window over there, you see” Emma’s eyes followed the woman’s finger and was about to apologise but the woman cut her off. “We all get caught short at sometime or another, but in the future be more mindful of your surroundings” the woman stopped for a moment, seemingly to let her words of advice sink in, but she then continued “if I could see you, I’m sure other people could too and you don’t want that, do you?” The question was rhetorical so Emma didn’t respond and instead just started at her shoes. “Although, I’ll give you credit for not exposing yourself in public” the woman said thoughtfully with her eyes fixed on Emma’s pissy crotch. Emma did not know what to do with herself. She felt embarrassed and the stranger clearly picked up on this and tried to reassure her. “You’re not the first woman to pee outside and you’re certainly not the first pee in her underwear” she stopped for a moment to reminisce on her own close calls and accidents over the years “accidentally or otherwise” she continued “but it’s important to be aware of your surroundings, I say this not to embarrass you, we’ve all been there, but just let this be a soft lesson” the woman finished and smiled at Emma who did her best to smile back. “I didn’t think for a second anyone could see me” Emma said innocently “if I thought for a second anyone could see me I’d have not went there” Emma wasn’t done yet but again she was cut off gently by the older woman. “You’d have not went there and instead wet yourself on the street?” The woman asked indignantly and tried to soften the words with a smile and then continued “as far as I’m concerned you made the better choice, but just not in the right place” Emma considered that for a moment and figured the older woman was probably correct. “Get yourself home and don’t worry, nobody can see you’ve peed in your underwear” the woman lied gently. Emma thanked the woman as politely as she could and with that both women went their separate ways. Emma considered the woman’s words for the next ten minutes as she reached the spot where she had first realised she had forgotten her backpack. She felt embarrassed that she had been caught urinating outside but given the circumstances she felt relieved that she had made the decision to not remove her underwear, an uncomfortable and cold walk home was, she considered, to be a small price to pay to keep her dignity and not expose herself. For a while she kept replaying the moment she had scanned her alcove and wondered why it had not occurred to her that the apartments well above the ground would obviously have a view into the alcove, but she forced herself to forget this detail and told herself it was either that or wet herself in full view of the future various pedestrians and then she knew she had made the right decision. She continued towards home with her underwear still sodden and cold but blissfully, the longer she walked the more she warmed up. It had now been over forty minutes since she had urinated in the alcove and she was still over half an hour from home, her journey had been heavily delayed and as she knew would happen, her bladder was rapidly filling. This happened each and every week, she would urinate in the Stumble Inn and then, sometime later, usually close to home, her bladder would again begin to roar fiercely and the last ten minutes or so would be a desperate dash to the sanctity of her bathroom. Each and every week she had made the desperate dash successfully, but, because of the various delays this evening she feared her desperate dash would be beginning much earlier than usual, as she was already feeling the weight of her bladder increasing. She forced herself to think about something other than the events of the last hour or so in an attempt to take her mind of her ever filling bladder and soaking wet underwear, and instead, she thought about what she would do tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday and she crafted grand plans in her mind as to how she would best make use of the day and these thoughts allowed her to forget about her current situation for a good few minutes. But, before long she was snapped back to reality when her embattled bladder began to cry in pain. Home felt like a lifetime away, but in reality it was only a twenty minute walk and she tried in vane to remind herself of this but it was to no use, her beleaguered mind would not accept the reality of the situation and was instead in disaster avoidance mode. The evening now felt tremendously cold and whilst the air was chilly, it was her sopping underwear that gave her the real chill. Her bum, thighs and crotch all felt chillingly cold and at one point, she discreetly rubbed her hand over the wet cotton crotch of her underwear and discerned that they had not dried at all, it was as if she had just peed in them moments ago. She was walking in a daze barely able to comprehend anything other than her need to pee, her head was swimming and she was devilishly distracted. She felt like her surroundings were unfamiliar but she paid this though no matter and carried on her way. She kept trudging forward, one foot after the other, her bladder crying in pain with every passing second. She felt like home was now close, maybe another five minutes, she thought to herself. To her right she spotted an ornately decorated apartment block and she marvelled that she had not seen it before, it was truly beautiful and she could not understand how she had not seen it before. It was then that it dawned on her, to her disbelief and indignation, she had been walking the wrong way. In seconds she whipped out her phone to check her location on Google Maps and it quickly became apparent that she had been walking the wrong way for quite some time. She had unknowingly walked one kilometre off course and because of this, Google estimated it would now be a fifteen or twenty minute walk home. She cursed herself again. She about turned and began trudging in the now correct direction, but she was angry at herself, this diversion had cost her precious time and she had nothing to blame but herself. She was walking angrily and her strides were much longer than usual, her petite feet were hammering down into the pavement below, she was filled with a blind rage. Her bladder ached, her head was swimming, she was exhausted from the gymnastics and the seemingly endless walking and she felt a certain oddness wash over her. It was a strange feeling and she pondered what it was that she was feeling, so she stopped to give it real thought. She stood motionless for a moment and then she felt it. “My crotch is warm” she thought to herself. It took her several moments to suspect what was happening and her suspicions were only confirmed after she ran her hand down the front of her leggings and grabbed a handful of a now warm, pissy crotch. A gentle dribble of warm urine passed through her fingers and soaked into her dark leggings below. “Guess this is it then” she thought to herself. But then it stopped. Her hand was unmoved and she felt a pang of surprise when warm urine ceased to pass through her fingers. She had done nothing to stem the dribble and so she was unsure of why exactly it had ended, but she didn’t question it, she was exhausted and no matter what happened, she just wanted to get home. She pressed onwards and to help ease her mind she donned her headphones and began listening to an audiobook. She had listened to this book before, it was a favourite and it was doing a marvellous job at distracting her from her bladder. Behind her she heard the familiar roar of a Diesel engine, it was a bus, the number twenty two. She shrugged. But then she realised, the twenty two was her saviour, as it would take her right to her front door. She hailed the bus wildly and the driver dutifully brought the bus to a halt at the stop, she climbed aboard and rummaged for her purse and cursed herself again when she realised she did not have her purse or her bus card. The driver saw a bedraggled but highly attractive young woman at the stop and he noticed she hailed him down in an exuberant manner, he brought the bus to a halt. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself wistfully as she stepped aboard his vehicle, but his wistfulness was checked as his nostrils were assaulted by the strong scent of urine. He looked over his shoulder to see who was urinating on his bus, but he had only one other passenger and he was sat right at the back without a care in the world. He looked his attractive young passenger up and down and noticed a wetness against her crotch and a short but noticeable streak of wetness down her left leg. She was rummaging for something in her backpack, her purse, he suspected correctly. He thought about what he should do, he did not want a passenger who was going to urinate all over his floor but on the other hand, the girl was clearly in some distress and was in urgent need of a toilet so he didn’t wish to turn her away. “Where are you going?” He asked curiously. The young woman blushed and stared back at him with big blue eyes, very attractive, he thought to himself again. “I’m going to Rauhankatu” she answered swiftly “but I can’t find my bus card” He considered her response for a moment. Rauhankatu was only three stops away, so she didn’t have long to hold on. He decided it was a risk worth taking. “Hop on” the driver responded. “Thank you so much” the young woman replied heartedly. Emma took a seat at the middle of the bus so she was close to the exit door. She was overjoyed that the driver had let her onboard but she was nervous if he had noticed that she was wearing pissy underwear, but she convinced herself that that would be impossible. The bus drove away sharply down the straight smooth road. The roads were quiet and she hoped nothing more would go wrong. She pondered the evenings events and chuckled to herself at just how bizarre this evening had become. The bus passed its first stop and she knew there was only one more stop before her own. Her legs were clenched together like a secure gate and as her crotch was again cold, she knew she had the situation under control. Then the bus lurched violently as it’s left wheel crashed into a pot hole and the bus vibrated viciously. The vibration went straight up Emmas bum and into her spine and then her crotch turned warm again. Without a moments notice warm urine sprayed through her underwear and leggings and soaked into the fabric seat beneath her bum. Her right hand instinctively grabbed her crotch but all she could feel was a warm wet stream emanating from her leggings. She fought wildly to stem the tide but she could hear an audible dripping sound somewhere near her feet. In panic she pressed the stop button, she wanted off the bus. “If I’m going to wet myself, I’m not going to ruin someone’s bus” she thought to herself. The bus screeched to a halt and she hurled herself to her feet and with an almighty will she managed to stem the flow of urine. As she walked urine was trickling down her legs and it was only as she got off the bus and heaved her thighs together tight that she contained the urine in her bladder. She looked around to see where she was and her eyes lit up, because she was home. Emma ran into her apartment building and called the elevator, she lived on the eighth floor and did not feel like walking. The elevator was on the fourth floor when she called it and she cursed how long it was taking. 3 2 1 Then the doors jerked open and out stepped a young couple. Emma blushed and made out that she was holding the door open for them, but in reality she was trying to hide her wet leggings. The couple walked out of sight and Emma darted into the lift. “Nearly there” she told herself audibly. She was no longer urinating but she was still magnificently desperate. 2 3 4 5 6 “Hurry up you bitch” she audibly chided the ageing elevator. 7 8 She darted out the elevator with great speed and fumbled her keys into the door. She slammed the door behind her and hurriedly flicked off her shoes. “How did it go?” Her roommate, Minttu shouted from her bedroom “did you wet yourself?” She asked in a playful tone. “It’s all good” Emma replied swiftly but with as much good humour as she could muster “I’m going in the shower” “No problem” Minttu replied evenly. Then the bathroom door slammed shut. Minttu paused her show and peered over her shoulder, she could just about see the hallway from where she was sitting and she spotted Emma’s backpack dumps in the corner. She didn’t think it unusual for Emma to go straight into the shower after her gymnastics class as that was her usual modus operandi but for some reason she felt it was different tonight. She thought back to Emma’s phone-call asking about bathrooms earlier in the evening and wondered what she had done to empty her bladder. Minttu knew about Emma’s struggles with her bladder after gymnastics, she knew very well, because she had found Emma’s pee stained knickers in their shared washing basket on couple of occasions. The first time was a chance find, she was depositing washing of her own when she had caught the scent of urine and after discerning the smell was not from her own laundry, she had fumbled around in the basket and her hand brushed against a cold wetness. She then fished out a pair of pee stained black knickers. Were it not for the odour she would not have known it was pee, because the black cotton displayed no dark staining but the smell was a giveaway. After this, Minttu would check the basket every week on gymnastics day, waiting for Emma to go to bed before inspecting her roommates laundry and so it was that a couple of weeks later she discovered another pair of pee stained knickers. However, unlike the previous occasion, this time the find was not so subtle. For one, the offending garment was grey and showed very visible pee staining and secondly because her roommate had quite clearly had a bigger accident on this occasion, the staining was much larger and the smell more pungent . Minttu did not fully know why she did this, she suspected it was because she wanted some kind of reassurance that she was not the only one who occasionally pees in her underwear and these finds did indeed provide her some level of comfort. However, it was only after the second find that she reassured herself that she was not the only one. Tonight, Minttu was certain her friend had once again peed in her underwear and as she walked into the hallway her nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of urine. She tried to follow the smell but it trailed off in all directions so she resigned herself to once again, check the laundry after Emma had fallen asleep. Emma slammed the bathroom door shut and in great haste stripped off her leggings, she was urinating again but now she could not stop the torrent. Her bladder had given up the fight and warm urine sprayed forth uncontrollably. She was pissing down her legs and her leggings were becoming soaked, she struggled to wriggle herself free and meanwhile she was spraying pee around the bathroom. She had one leg free and the other was in the air as she tried desperately to get the sodden cotton over her ankle, it was tight because the material was wet and clingy. A puddle of urine was pooling on the ceramic floor and with one foot in the air she slipped on her puddle and landed bum first, making a faint splashing sound as she did so. She was now lying on her back and still she was urinating, warm urine was creeping up her spine and she was grateful she had already removed her upper body clothing. Then, with one more great heave, she freed the stubborn leggings from her ankles and tossed them to one side. Then, with as much grace as she could muster, she plonked herself on the toilet, a toilet that had eluded her so very much and just as in her alcove, she emptied her bladder into her underwear. “Well, I made it to a toilet” she thought to herself in amusement “I’m still peeing, so I guess I made it” she almost chuckled.
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  20. this is a video of liz raw wetting herself while she is explaing how she likes to wet herself. its one of the hottest video i have seen in a while and i dont think it has been posted here before. (pls let me know if it has been posted). Project_01-17(2)_HD 720p_MEDIUM_FR30.mp4
  21. Hello, sadly May doesn't have any holidays that I feel like tackling for Cali's holiday pin-ups so here's a new thread for my art dedicated to video game characters. To start us off is everyone's favorite android: 2B from NieR: Automata. I have a few ideas for more video game characters that I'll be adding to this thread anytime I have some free time so look out for that! As always let me know what you think!
  22. Headed home from a bar yesterday which was about a 30min drive and my wife was getting more and more desperate to pee. She had broken the seal a few times while drinking and She was begging me to just pull over and let her relieve herself on the side of the road near the end of the ride. Needless to say I kept pushing on with her in agony by the time we hit our street. She was bursting and could sit still with her hand crammed in her crotch. No sooner than I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park she gasps and completely loses control peeing her pants and making a huge puddle in the seat. A definite dream come true.
  23. The intention for this is to write a story in second person with you as the gender neutral dom/domme for your female bladder sub. I intend to create as much choice and customisability as possible. I'll go for the first response if it's the only one there when I update or otherwise pick my own favourite or the majority if it's a multiple choices vote type option. ------------ You can't believe it. While scrolling on a desperation forum you came across a girl with all the same interests as you. She wants to be a full time sub, she loves to fill her bladder to the max, and she's sweet and fun to talk to. Even better - it turns out she lives in the same town as you! You've already developed a relationship online over the course of several months and feel safe and familiar together. You've agreed to meet up. DespSub326: where do you want to meet up for our first in person play session? Is there anything in particular you want me to wear? ---------- I'd love to know answers to the above questions as well as any other details you'd like about her appearance.
  24. Last summer when COVID looked like it was dying away, I started a part-time job again at a pool near me, being a swimming instructor (more like an adult supervisor haha). I was technically only the 'sidekick' but most of the time he was working with the little kids. These were lower-level "competitive" teams so my job mostly consisted of writing workouts, showing specific techniques and being a lifeguard so that these kids don't drown on themselves. It wasn't that bad. When I started the job, my shift covered a 1.5 hour session and a 30 minute break and then 2 one hour sessions afterwards. Bladder-wise this was a nice schedule. I got a half hour break in between the 2 classes. But after a couple of weeks, the class schedules changed. The same time slot that I was avaliable for was now hosting a 1.5 hour session, a 10 minute break, and then a 2 hour session another 10 minute break then a 40 minute session right after. So my shift ended up a half hour longer but I didnt really care at that point. The job paid well for a small pool and it was pretty easy. What I didn't think of was my bladder. This is how the first day on the new shift went: First was the same 1.5 hour session team I taught before. I was pretty happy to see a lot of familiar faces and a couple new ones. This one went without much issues. Where I figured wrong was that I could use the bathroom in the 10 minute break like I used to before. While I wasn't really desperate or anything, it was a level where I definitely did want to use the bathroom given the chances. But 10 minutes wasn't nearly enough time. There were no staff bathrooms or anything here, we used the same rooms as the kids which meant the changing/bathroom was packed after a session. It was a small pool but we still had around 30-42 kids on one "competition" session. The kiddy lesson area often had more kids too. The changing rooms were woefully inadequate. Maybe the boys changing room had a bit more space I don't know because our male instructors cleaned it up but the girls room had 8 private changing stalls, 1 private shower-room and 4 toilets. Between talking to parents and other girls using up the room, it wasn't long until the next session's kids began rolling into the changing room. So now I was on to the next session. This was a slightly lower level session than the previous which meant I had to be in the water for more. Pain. I shrugged off the creeping urges. This being their first day, I had to go review through all the strokes before setting them free around for practice. I sat down on a plastic chair at the end of the pool. 1 workout after, I stood up to go to the whiteboard on the side of the pool to write a new workout which is when it struck me that I had to pee. About half an hour of the class had passed and I was feeling it. I pressed my luck a bit since I didn't see any other options. This and that happened and I had to get in the water a couple more times which was awful - about another hour had passed. My resting position had become a bouncing cross leg and I started looking around for the other instructor. He's over at the kiddie pool section teaching kids. Crap. Nobody else is at this pool with lifeguard training and I can't leave these kids without a life guard swimming so if I wanted to go I would need to pull everyone out of the pool. Its one thing to do this at the start of class, its a whole other issue to do this in the middle of class, in front of parents watching through a glass window on the far side. As time ticked on I was trying to hold back waves of desperation. I started farting involuntarily while sitting (it was silent thank god). All the splashing was getting in to my ears and I was beginning to think about what would happen if I had to rescue someone - the answer was pee everywhere in the pool and the thought of it kept creeping up on me. In the worst stroke of luck I've pulled that entire year probably, a kid asked me to demonstrate something we we're trying to do just as soon as the kiddie pool session was being over, aka when the other instructor was free. I swear to god I was so irrationally mad at that kid after I realized that he was gone when I finished showing them. But anyways, while I was doing the demonstration, the other instructor had dismissed his class and then left through the boys changing room to greet the parents in the main hall. No chance of calling him over now and I'm dripping wet now. By the time class was over, you could see a bulge through my one piece. It was aching badly. I covered myself up in a towel to wipe myself off, as I opened the changing room door and was greeted by a stream of cold air. I quickly stepped aside the door and held myself under the cover of the towels. I was so close to leaking but I had barely managed it. I honestly surprised myself. Holding it for this long was an odd case for me. I awkwardly greeted the parents as fast as I could without looking rude or uh.. you know.. really really desperate. But the worst part was that the 10 minutes was gone in a snap again and awaiting me was another 40 minutes of hell. And compared to the last 2 sessions this one was hell because this was a kiddie pool class. If before I got to sit down and stay relatively still and only give instructions between workout sets or demonstrations, I would have to constantly be on the move managing kids, yell at them to please dear god not dip their feet in the deep pool, and be in the water at all times. Even if I didn't want to drink any water, I had to, otherwise my throat would be way too dry to do anything. My one piece was nothing special, being for work after all but that didn't mean it was tightly pressing on my bladder. The longest I've held my pee in a while and here I was doing this. I won't go into much detail because I was trying my best to stay as professional and helpful as possible but I think the fact that 3 different boys at some point asked if I needed a "potty break" says enough about me during the lesson. Legs bouncing constantly, unable to stand still for even a moment, I'm going to admit I may have leaked a little too... I was restlessly standing by the end of the pool when I suddenly started just peeing. I had to quickly sit on the drains at the ledge (I'm so sorry kids). When this class finished I had held it in for about 4.5 hours. Honestly, thats one of my longest I've ever held it - and it was in a pool oh my god. I've wet myself numerous times, at various points of my life, within 2 hours or less just to put this into perspective. I lost it in 2.5 hours just yesterday trying to hold it in! I grabbed 2 towels as I went to go meet the parents. One was covered around my body as normal, the other I tucked between my legs and shoved my left hand into it. I leaned against a wall so that the parents couldn't see the towel slowly getting warm and wet. The waves of desperation were hitting me every 20 seconds and leaking every time. I felt pee slowly starting to drip down my legs getting past the little protection the towel could offer. It was running past my hands straight down. I walked back into the changing room after finishing up with the parents as quick as I could after that. Another cold gust of air hit me but I didn't care, whats the difference of adding +1 to the urge when its already at infinity. I quickly walked over to the bathrooms but it was full and several children had lined up. Some parents were in the room looking after their kid (they were really young after all). I let out a smile but I'm sure it was obviously pained. I leaned next to the wall connecting the bathroom. I adjusted my hold and towel but it wasn't much better. Almost as if my bladder was now a uncloseable gate, no matter how hard I tried, pee just kept dribbling. It didn't flow fully, just kept dripping like there was a small hole. Desperation waves were not a thing, it just kept coming. Not wanting to wet myself infront of all my students and parents, I ran out of the changing room, probably leaving a pee trail. When I opened the door to the pool again, I ran into another girl. She stopped working after like a week so I have no idea who she was or exactly what she did, but having lost all other thoughts in my mind jokingly said to her "the bathrooms are all full and I really have to go now maybe I should jump in the pool" to which she semi seriously and semi jokingly replied with "if you want your hair stuck in the drain go for it". Great. I can't go into a emptying pool thats just a straight safety hazard. Last thing I need is to land the news with the headline of "lifeguard drowns herself trying to pee". So here I am, awkwardly standing because I can't sit anymore, doing a fully pee dance with my legs and hands grabbing my crotch with the towel as pee is leaking out. I had somehow managed to sit down on the plastic chair to reduce some strain at the cost of a pretty loud splash of pee and maybe enough pee and leaked out of me but I regained control. time felt like eternity ticking by but now I was met with a dilemma. I tried standing up but immediately lost control and panicking loudly let my butt hit the chairand stumbled to hold my crotch. This time the girl from before shouted "DONT TELL ME YOU'RE ACTUALLY PEEING", I was so embarrassed but I couldn't reply back. All my concentration was on not letting it all out in front of her. My face grew really warm as I realized that some people from the parent viewing area mightve seen me or heard the girl. I looked at the clock... 5 minutes had passed... I really wanted to just stand up and run towards the bathrooms but I was scared that I'd be greeted by the kids or their parents as I was peeing down my legs. But then it began happening regardless. Suddenly pee began rolling down my legs at a rate I could not control so I just stood up and ran to the bathroom either way, it was all coming out anyways. Luckily the changing room had cleared itself out. A couple girls were still in the stalls though. My pee trails were all covered up by the genuine water trails left by the kids but that didn't change the fact that 4.5 hours worth of pee was now coming out of me involuntarily. I kept trying to grab myself but pee leaked around it. I finally ran into the last stall, didn't close the door, open the toilet lid or anything and just let loose. Good news was that despite the mess I was making, it didn't go to the other stalls because the place was designed with numerous drains to capture the water from the pool. The bad news was that the toilet was now ruined and guess who was cleaning that up. Obviously me, I work there haha. So uh.. that became one really long post, but I haven't posted much for a while now and heres my intro story. Probably one of the longest I've ever held it- and it was in a pool- and in public I'm honestly still kinda proud I held it for this long looking back at it but the aftermath was really bad. Not the cleaning aftermath- my bladder aftermath. I swear to god I couldn't hold in anything for like the next 2 days and I blame this. I might write another story on these 2 days because I don't know whos desperate like 20 times in 2 days. By the way, I didn't wet myself (at least in the pool) after this day. I ran through my schedule with the other instructor so I could pass the class to him before his class started and after it finished so that I'd get to pee. Also complained later to get the sessions for the next season changed but due to omnicron picking it back up I found a less risky place to work anyways.
  25. Soo... today was really weird. This happened like half an hour ago. I've been a lesbian for years now, but an experience today made me doubt all of that... After leaving for my apartment from college today, I had to pee a little, but wanted to hold it. It's only a 10 minute walk anyway, and so I decided to hold it in until I got to some toilets nearby. They were pretty close. I was wearing a really nice skirt so I didnt want to wet it (the one in my pfp), and some shorts underneath (Usually I wear shorts, since some of my professors are creeps ). Anyway, my need to go got worse and worse as time went on, and eventually I started running. However, I tripped over a rock and fell flat on the ground, and this caused me to gasp out loud... really loud A guy walking nearby came up to me to help me, and by the time i turned around I'd already moistened my shorts. "Fuck". And he got a glimpse of everything: the fall, my ass (covered at least), me peeing a little, and me crying. I was shocked by it all... But he was so nice and took me to the toilet real fast, but i ended up peeing myself anyway He walked me back to my apartment and the entire time he was complimenting how I look, and hiding the wet spot from anyone who walked by. It was so... amazing! And he was really tall, like 6'3" maybe (I'm around 5'11"), had an amazing voice and lovely hair. I was getting so turned on the entire fucking time it was insane So, am I bisexual? Or was i just turned on due to the whole fetish thing? No clue. But i hope to discover one day. P.S., i'm still really turned on and masturbating while writing this story.
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