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  1. The thing about Daniel Ellen shook Oleksandr’s hand and smiled. She’d promised to help him and his family and whatever was said in this afternoon’s meeting she planned to honour that promise. They’d already endured so much and none of this was their fault. She’d only hoped her words had been translated well enough for him to understand. She was only a charity representative but she was the best he and his family had to get a roof over their heads, a place to call home at last. Checking her notes briefly Ellen made her way through the crowded dining area of the large cruise ship, past security, and down the long walkway to the car park at the far end of the dock. Turning around briefly as she opened her driver’s door she took one last look at the huge vessel that had been docked in her own city for almost a year now. A contracted cruise ship from abroad brought in to house hundreds of family’s just like Oleksandr’s who came on the promise of a fresh start but found themselves stranded, homeless and lost in a country many had only vaguely heard of before. Refugees of war but now political pawns as the contract for the only place they could call ‘home’ was coming to an end leaving families homeless and lost all over again. Ellen sighed deeply as she set on her way to the ‘big meeting’ as she’d put it in her diary. As she navigated through the city traffic towards the hotel conference room she thought about the families she’d already helped to find accommodation: A few with sponsors, most with social housing and some with private landlords. The smile on their faces as they unlocked front doors and saw several rooms that they could call home always left her emotional. Places many others from her own country would turn their noses up at had kids dancing with excitement at the thought of having a room of their own. What a privilege it was to play some part in helping them, even if at times the stress made her feel ill. Ellen parked and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she should have dressed a bit smarter than her leggings and long flowing top? Should she have tied back her shoulder length wavy brown thick hair to look more business like? It was out of her comfort zone but should she have done it anyway? Would any of that even make a difference? Her mind was a whirr as she locked her car and walked towards the building getting a fright when she heard the quiet voice behind her. “They really should have these things in office hours don’t you think?” Ellen smiled before she even turning around. Quiet, unassuming, but hard working Daniel met her gaze as they both continued walking towards the reception. Daniel, as always, was in his dark grey suit with an open at the collar crisp white shirt. His black hair was neatly shaved at the sides but bushier at the top and his dark skin reflected the light from the strong fluorescent strip lights above. He was everything she wasn’t in terms of personality and attire, his voice soft to her loud, his smartness to her comfortable, his unassuming to her abrasiveness, his timidness to her assertiveness. Yet Daniel was one she trusted, one she knew was honest and fair and one who got the job done. His air of authority seemed at odds with his quiet ways but he was respected and respectful and Ellen needed him onside tonight more than ever if she wanted to keep her promise to Oleksandr and his wife and son and the long list of others still living in limbo on the cruise ship. As they stood patiently at the reception desk Ellen felt there was something different about Daniel tonight. He seemed distracted, nervous, even a little uncomfortable. As he spoke in his usual low tone to sign them in Ellen naughtily couldn’t help having a little sneak peek at his bottom as he leaned over the desk a little. They were friends, sort of colleagues even, but there was no harm in having a bit of fun was there? He was a fit man after all with a very cute derrière which seemed to wiggle slightly as he wrote. He turned and smiled at her as if he somehow knew what she’d done, though his smile was more tense than usual even though his eyes were wide and shining. As Ellen stepped forwards to follow Daniel through towards the meeting room she almost walked right into him as he paused momentarily and glanced around the reception as if looking for someone or something. The thing about Daniel was he that he only ever spoke up when it was absolutely necessary and Ellen knew that whatever it was he was looking for she’d only ever find out if he deemed it absolutely essential for her to know. Right now that obviously wasn’t the case.
  2. What situations have you been in in real life where you have been bursting but couldn’t go? i spent years teaching where I couldn’t just leave a class of young children unsupervised just to empty my bladder no matter how badly I needed it. I am also a parent so often have to deal with urgent situations at home that mean I can’t just go pee even when bursting. Over the tears I have also had jobs where it simply wasn’t possible to just go pee whenever you wanted. On a cash desk you couldn’t just leave the till of money unattended or when in a call centre you had to finish your call regardless how long it took. i have also been in training course and business meetings when you would get into a lot of trouble leaving to use the bathroom. I’m curious what other situations others have been in in real life that made them have to hold.
  3. From the album: Poses and Short Sequences

    Those once flat tummies are starting to look a little full... but that doesn't stop Mizu and Luca from encouraging each other to load up on just a little more for us...
  4. I don’t have to go to the bathroom but I’ll be back around here in a holding peeing wet her clothes dress pee full bladder gonna burst urine pissing she’s cried but still can’t open the door knob she’s not going there
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    After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try.
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  6. View File Naked Desperation - Bursting Bladder in the tub (Rapid Desperation Pee Holding) After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try. Submitter realdesp Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Male  
  7. This was a few months ago, when I was working third shift. I ended up having "weekends" in the middle of the week when not many people where at the local state park, so I got to go on a few hikes with diapers. This was the most exciting, for good and bad.I want to say at this point, that I'm extremely private about this fetish and this is the first post I've ever made about it, anywhere. I am so, so careful to make sure no one ever finds out. I had messed my diapers on a couple of previous hikes, and those were fun. But I hated leaving a smell for other hikers, and the messes were never big because I was so nervous. Except for one time where I kind of 'saved up' and took a laxative beforehand. That was really, really exciting, but also gave me some rash, so I decided I'd try faking it. For this hike, I made a huge serving of extra thick oatmeal, at least a liter. It was so thick it was nearly solid. I love to play with this in my diaper because it feels like a real mess, but it's easier to clean up and I can make as much as I want, whenever I want. I put this batch in a ziploc bag and grabbed a diaper and a bottle of water, put all of them in a little stachel, and went to the state park. I wore my favorite black hoodie and a pair of pants; they're loose enough to hide a medium-full diaper, instead of bt-loops they have a waist-chord and a button fly, so they're really slow to get on and off. My plan was to get into the woods and find a private place to put on the diaper and fill it up with the squishy oatmeal, then drink as much as I could so I could fill up my diaper the rest of the way. I love hiking with a squishy diaper; it's very exciting, especially when it's heavy, and there's that sort of danger that maybe one of the few hikers I pass will notice, and I also like that I can't just quit and finish up fast. I like forcing myself to wait until I'm done the hike and I can finally get home, where I have privacy, to finish up. I got to the park and hiked the trail, but I had such a hard time finding somewhere that was really, really private where no one could accidentally see what I was up to. But I was also just excited to get my squishy diaper on, so I was rushing. Eventually, I saw a perfect spot; it was off the trail, about a hundred feet down a creek, where another creek joined it. This second creek made a cleft in a hill, so that the hill blocked the cleft. Perfect; I went into this cleft and scrambled up a bit to get into it, out of sight of the trail. I checked behind me; it was hard to parse where exactly the trail was, but I couldn't see it on the ground, and I went a bit farther into the cleft, so no one would see me. Honestly, this was probably over-kill since it was a really weird time for hiking, 11 AM, and I hadn't seen anyone and there was only 1 car parked at the trailhead. But I wanted to be private. I got my stuff out and put the diaper on, looking all around the whole time. Nobody in sight. Of course; I was out of sight of the trail. Then I got the oatmeal out and it was sort of tricky to line up the bag's opening with the back of the diaper, and to also keep my hoodie out of it so it didn't get messy. I tried to do it with my pants up, but then I might get some on the waist band, so I put my pants down to my ankles and poured it in. It was so squishy! And it was also a little warm, and felt perfect, so I couldn't help but squish it around a bit, and really get into it. I also peed myself, which made it even squishier and slippery, and it made the diaper swell up. So I squished my diaper around for a minute or two, and enjoyed myself. But, I still had a long hike to make, and I didn't want to be too hot and bothered. Then I looked back at the trail and saw a woman in a pink jacket walking past, right there on the trail! I don't know if she saw me, or if she had seen something then tried to hurry along, or what she saw, but I was so terrified that I froze still with my full diaper on and pants around my ankles for the two seconds it took her to pass out of sight. Then I got my pants on and tried to hide deeper in the cleft until I was confident enough to come back out. But, I figured, the lady with the pink jacket was probably the one with the car at the trailhead, so maybe I'm alone here now. I got back on the trail, and enjoyed a few minutes of walking along in my really full diaper. Maybe I even made too much oatmeal, because it was so heavy I had to keep pulling my diaper up to keep it from sliding off. I was also getting really horny from the squishing, so I decided to be really naughty. I stopped at a straight section of trail, and looked back and forth, both ways like a meerkat or something, and I got my phone out. I set it against a tree pointing up, and started taking a video of my showing off my full diaper. I looked back and forth; it was still clear, and no one would be hiking now that the lady in the pink jacket was gone, so I wanted to just take a minute video showing off. I untied the pants and unbuttoned the fly, but I was so excited that my fingers were kind of clumsy. Still no one close. I just opened my pants and held up my hoodie a little bit to show off the diaper bulge, but that wasn't much; I wanted it to see how full my diaper was. So, and this is important, I turned to the right to show off my butt, not the left. I turned to the right, looking over my shoulder at the camera as I pulled my pants down to show by swollen full diaper to the camera. It was so full, and I squished it and lifted it and let it fall to show it was really heavy. I think I also peed myself, but I'm not sure. I definitely was touching myself though, there was no way to stop from doing that, especially when I was so turned on by how naughty I was being. At this point, I sort of forgot what happened next because it was so terrible. I hope what happened is that I heard some leaves or saw her from the corner of my eye just in time, but I kind of think she actually said something like, "hey!". I hope this isn't what happened, because that means she saw enough to let me know she was watching. And that would be too much for me. The lady in the pink jacket, I was horrified, she was standing just down the trail on my left! I'm so embarrassed, even thinking about it. She wasn't just walking up, I think, I'm not sure, she really looked like she was standing there. I think her arms were crossed. I couldn't even say something, I just grabbed my phone and pulled up my pants and got away, but I was going to the right, which was also the way she was going. I tried to tie up my pants or something, but I dropped my phone so I had to stop to pick it up and I looked over my shoulder and she was still going the same way as me, so I ended up just rushing along holding the tie-line for my pants to keep them from being loose. For some reason, I feel even more embarrassed about this because the lady in the pink jacket was the same age as me, and kind of pretty. I didn't see much else about her because I was so embarrassed, but she was definitely not much older than me, if at all. And I feel like she just saw me being a total weirdo, because I know she saw me touching myself the second time, and maybe the first time too. Anyway, maybe I was much faster, or maybe she went slow so I could get away, but after a while, I looked back and she wasn't behind me anymore, so I finished the hike normally. I really wanted to turn back and just go home, but then I would definitely have to pass the lady in the pink jacket, and there was no way I wanted to do that. I did pass a couple hikers coming the other way, but I was wearing a mask, so they probably didn't see how embarrassed I was, and I don't think they noticed the diaper. I'm glad I can finally write this down. There's some catharsis in it. I ended of hiking at that park a couple more times before I moved away for work, but I never went in diapers again, and I don't think I saw the lady in the pink jacket. Maybe I did, but I don't think I would have recognized her because I was too mortified to remember her face. I would post the video, but it has my face and I'm not comfortable sharing much more than this story.
  8. Ashleigh’s phone rang and as she answered it Tyler saw an opportunity. His bladder ached and his dick tingled furiously. While Ashleigh’s back was turned he stood up quietly and swiftly bolted towards the door. His hand was on the door handle as he felt his body be pulled back. She might be two thirds his height but Ashleigh was much much stronger than she looked. While casually continuing to talk she held onto Tyler’s waist band so tightly his clothing almost ripped. The front of Tyler’s trousers tightened over his distended bladder causing him to bend forwards and wrap his arms around his rock hard bladder. He turned to see Ashleigh’s eyes dig into his, intimidating, threatening and determined. If only just to ease the intense pressure on his stomach Tyler stepped back as Ashleigh suddenly let go of his clothing without warning causing him to topple backwards and land on the floor. As Ashleigh said goodbye to the caller she swung a leg quickly over Tyler, who had both hands flat on the floor behind him and who was now trying to sit up and get back to standing, his knees bend and feet flat on the floor. Ashleigh now stood looking right down over him, for the first time towering over him, her back against his bent knees as Tyler lifted one hand off the ground and squeezed his crotch. Like a terrified animal he whimpered anxiously, “I gotta piss! I would have come right back you know!” Laughing but now reaching a hand down to help Tyler up Ashleigh grinned. “You can see to that later...maybe. Right now it’s time to face the photographers out there. They’ve waited long enough...” “But...can I not just pee first? Please! It’s really urgent!” As Tyler stood up Ashleigh moved to physically block the door as she pulled the office curtains open and camera flashes immediately filled the room. Tyler really really wanted to push her aside. She was in his house, he’d had enough of her games and the toilet was just a few doors away. But he only needed to think about that tweet and the trouble it had caused him to realise that if he even laid a finger on Ashleigh the cameras would catch it. She knew exactly what she was doing and he now knew it. Hoping the photographs might be quick he squeezed his crotch as he headed to his own front door. Ashleigh opened the door and stood right at it out of sight of the cameras preventing Tyler from pushing past even if he wanted to. Squeezing his muscles as tightly as he could Tyler tried acting as casual and relaxed as possible as he heard reporters verbally throwing question after question to him and cameras flashed from every angle imaginable. “Tyler do you regret that tweet?” “Tyler what do you have to say for yourself?” “Tyler were you drunk when you posted and do you still stand by your words?” “Tyler are you aware of the implications of what you wrote?” Tyler took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted to say but he could feel the stern eyes and intimidating look from Ashleigh and he knew from hours of previous media interviews what he had to say, even if it wasn’t the truth. “I stand by my words though I obviously regret the hurt they might have caused. It is an unfortunate situation and one which I would rather move on from and for the sake of my own privacy and that of the other person mentioned I hope we will both be allowed the time and privacy to sort this matter out. It is not my place to say any more. Thank you for your time.” Tyler was shaking standing at his own front door. Never before had he felt so bullied and overwhelmed but right now the cameras and media attention weren’t the only thing putting intense pressure on him. He curled his toes and clenched hard as wave after wave of pressure in his bladder pushed harder and harder for release. When Ashleigh touched his arm subtly it sent electric waves through his tense body almost causing him to have an accident right in full view of the cameras! Moaning through clenched teeth Tyler was so relieved when Ashleigh closed the door over and smiled. “You are finally getting the hang of this Tyler Trembly. The car crash you made of the news earlier was cringe worthy but that was...pretty ok...though you look so tense all the time! That doesn’t make you look believable! You need to relax more!” “Relax! I can’t bloody relax can I? Well not until you let me fucking piss!! Now would you move so I can use my own bloody bathroom before I piss myself!” Tyler was frustrated, stressed, angry and so uncomfortable and full. All he could think about now was getting his dick out and pissing an ocean. But Ashleigh wasn’t allowing that! Grabbing Tyler’s arm tightly and using her body to press his against the wall, her large breasts almost touching his crotch due to the height difference, she looked up at him. “I could just push you away Ashleigh. In fact if you don’t move I’ll piss all over you! Now come on. Enough is enough now! Just let me go to my own bathroom ok!” “And if you so much as lay a finger on me Tyler I will just open that door again and get it all on camera. Is that what you want? Wouldn’t that work well after that tweet you are already known for? Now I said you are free to go right after your last interview. Anyway, I’ve been here hours now and had just as much fluids as you have and you don’t see me acting like a spoiled child begging for a toilet break do you? It’s called being professional Tyler...something you clearly need to work on more! Now how about you make us both a cuppa again then we can try and get the rest of this media stuff done and I can get away. I’m sure that’s what you want don’t you?’ Tyler stood shaking with a hand tightly grasping his crotch. Antsy and agitated he looked down at Ashleigh and replied. “Yes I do want you to leave! I want my life back! I want to chill and get on with stuff and talk to my mates and...fucking pee...look I don’t mind doing the interviews and all that. Really I don’t but not in agony like this with a full bloody bladder. Honest to God I am going to piss myself here! Look I’ll make you a cuppa or whatever you want but AFTER I use the toilet? Please!” “Actions have consequences Tyler. You of all people should know that by now. You need to learn better self control! I don’t want to have to be back here again fielding journalists and press because you once again lost all self control. So you’ll learn the hard way. You can make me a cuppa then maybe you might get time to...you know...but you have channel Four news live shortly and I need to get some photos of you for the national press agency too.” For the first ever time since purchasing his house Tyler cursed its layout as Ashleigh pushed him into his galley kitchen near the front door and closed the door behind her using her body to block it from reopening. ‘A dash of milk and two sugars please. That pizza hasn’t half left me thirsty. What about you? I don’t want you having a dry mouth during your interviews now...’ Tyler was bent forwards crossed legged in pain. ‘Come on! What’s the deal with this crap? Can’t you see I’m in pain here?’ ‘And you don’t think that stupid tweet of yours caused anyone pain did you? Just make me some tea Tyler and quit moaning!’ Tyler pushed against the kitchen counter with his crotch as he picked up the kettle to check how much water it had. Damn! It was empty. He picked it up anxiously and stepped across to the sink. Placing the kettle flat in the sink he turned on the tap to fill it while he placed both hands on the kitchen counter and stretched a leg out behind him. The noise of the water and the sight of it flowing tormented his mind and bladder beyond belief and he bounced furiously on his heels. Muttering to himself and not caring if Ashleigh could hear he grimaced through clenched teeth, “fuck I’m bursting!” At least the cameras seems to have finally dispersed he thought as he turned the tap off and took the kettle over and turned it on. Grabbing his crotch and fondling himself like mad he couldn’t care anymore what he looked like or how embarrassed he was. He just HAD to get to the toilet so very urgently. Ashleigh remained standing her eyes fixed on Tyler’s every move. ‘Please please can I just so for a whizz?’ ‘Nope’ ‘Oh God come on. Do you get some sort of sick gratification from me like this? Are you making money from me or something? Why are you doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?’ ‘You really need to do your homework Tyler Trembly. That’s all I am going to say.’ Tyler couldn’t believe how long it was taking his kettle to boil! Crippled with pulsations from his now rock hard bladder he could barely stand straight and sweat was pouring down his back. He pulled a high stool over and straddled it, his hand caressing his aching penis as he rubbed his penis off the seat of the stool ready to explode. “Oh God! I can’t do this...I can’t hold this...oh shit it’s coming out...” Tyler moaned as drips seeped out of the top of his soft penis despite his continued squeezing and manipulating it. ‘I think that’s the kettle boiled now Tyler. I’m still waiting on my tea here you know!’ His cheeks inflated, his face red and his heart racing Tyler slipped a hand inside his trouser waistband and circled his penis tight with one hand as he reached for a mug with the other. He could feel his knuckles white with the force he was gripping himself yet still he could feel his underwear damper still more. With his free hand he tried to unscrew his tea bag caddy but it wouldn’t budge. Instinctively he pushed the metal caddy against his stomach to help hold the cylinder but all that did was press on his aching full bladder. He needed both hands but if he removed the hand in his crotch he knew immediately what would happen. “Do you need a hand there?” “Fuck Fuck! I’m dying to piss here! This is agony!” Tyler hadn’t meant to do what happened next but, as with the tweet the night before, impulse took over and he was unable to resist. Maybe Ashleigh was right about his lack of self control but some things were beyond anyone, especially under the intense pressure Tyler was under. Ashleigh stepped over towards Tyler and took the tea bag caddy out his sweaty warm hand. Fascinated that Tyler didn’t use the opportunity to slip past her to the toilet she watched him avidly as his face contorted and his body arched forwards at the waist, his crotch darkening slowly as a wet patch slowly grew. Ashleigh unscrewed the tea bag tin and handed the container to Tyler. His eyes met hers as she saw the pain, stress and urgency in his entire body but yet she still didn’t expect what happened next... Unable to control himself a millisecond more Tyler used the hand wrapped tightly around his penis to pull out his dick over the waistband of his trousers and underwear in one urgent speedy fluid movement as he immediately pushed the tea bag jar up to the end of his penis as he unclamped his grip one finger at a time. The trickle that followed seemed laughable compared to the mountain of fluid inside Tyler but the pressure was so strong his body wasn’t allowing itself to relax right away. Still with the container already half full of tea bags that probably wasn’t a bag thing until he urine quickly reached the top and Tyler screamed as he tried to cut the flow. ‘It won’t stop! Ashleigh it won’t stop!” With her eyes still firmly transfixed on Tyler’s crotch and his pissing willy Ashleigh reached behind herself onto the counter and grabbed the mug Tyler had got ready for her tea. Without thought she used her other hand to put the now heavy tea bag container on the counter as she swiftly replaced it with the mug as Tyler continued pissing slowly but steadily. As if now given full permission to relax the speed and volume of his urine increased exponentially as the mug filled within seconds and Tyler shouted again frantically... ‘Grab something else! Quick! It won’t stop!’ Ashleigh looked around having to think urgently. Heavily distracted by what she was watching and, unbeknown to Tyler, her own very full bladder, she grabbed the first thing her hands came across and placed it where the now full mug had been. Tyler was beyond caring as his body continued to release urgently all it had been holding onto for hours and hours. With his eyes half closed and his heart racing he half made out the shape of the kettle but there was no way on earth he could stop the fountain that was cascading out of him. As he heard the splashing and swirling getting louder he dared to finally fully open his eyes as the urine finally slowed down from his penis. ‘I...I...was...’ ‘You were desperate Tyler? You were so bursting you couldn’t wait? The tingling and pressure was so strong you couldn’t bear it any longer? You thought your eyes would float away you had to piss so much? Your bladder was so rock hard and full of urine you could hardly stand up straight any more? The pressure between your legs was so heavy and burdensome you wanted to scream? You would sell your soul just to find a bathroom and be able to use it such was your need? You were so overwhelmed with urgency you felt you might collapse? Was that what you were about to say?’ As Tyler shook the final drops from his now half hard penis into his own overflowing kettle he looked up as his eyes met Ashleigh’s once again. ‘God yes! I have never in my whole life had to go so badly. That was intense! But why? Why wouldn’t you let me go?’ Lifting the heavy full kettle onto the counter and opening the cupboard where Tyler had earlier pulled out a mug Ashleigh grabbed a glass tumbler and placed it on the counter. As she continued answering Tyler, who was still panting and sighing in relief with his anatomy still hanging loose, she flipped her long red hair behind her shoulders and hitched her suit dress up over her hips. Swiftly and boldly she then used both hands to pull down her tights to her knees as she slipped the tumbler between her legs. As she peed loudly into the glass, her eyes watching carefully as it filled she spoke as if this was as ordinary thing to happen as shaking hands. “For a few reasons Tyler. Firstly that woman you wrote about in your tweet last night? She’s my best friend! I wanted you to experience the humiliation you caused her. Karma? Revenge? Payback? Call it what you like but now you have some idea how horrible it is when someone embarrasses you and pushes you to your limit don’t you...and secondly....pass me another glass will you...I still have loads left to release here...” Blinking in shock Tyler stepped nearer the cupboard and reached for another tumbler. Handing it to Ashleigh he obediently took the now full glass off her sitting it on the counter next to all the containers he’d just pissed into too. As Ashleigh put the second tumbler between her legs and resumed pissing loudly and strongly Tyler had to ask... “And secondly?” “Well, maybe I do have a bit of a ‘thing’ for men with full bladders and you didn’t disappoint. It was all so much better when I was just as desperate as you were but not letting on. Oh boy you have no idea how much I needed this...while you were on the lunchtime news live earlier I honestly thought I was a goner. When you were at the door I felt faint with the pressure in my bladder and while you filled the kettle...look...I actually leaked a bit. But God it was worth every second to get you back...fuck you’d better get me a third glass...I can’t believe I had this much inside me...” Tyler’s heart raced, his mouth felt inexplicably dry and sticky and his penis suddenly hard and throbbing. Stuff those interviews, forget the press releases, fuck the whole lot of them...right now his mind and body wanted only one thing and the dripping wet vagina right in front of him belonging to a very sexy, manipulating and controlling goodness was all he could stare at and think about. He didn’t care right now how much she wanted or needed another glass to piss in, he didn’t even care that in the other room he could hear phones ringing constantly, he had one need now and one need only, and just like his need to piss earlier this need was now every bit as urgent and necessary. Ashleigh placed the second glass of warm foamy pee on the counter by the other one and went to reach for a third glass. As she did so Tyler grabbed her wrist firmly with one hand while his other very brazenly reached down to Ashleigh’s crotch and stroked her. Feeling her warm wetness his whole body shook with sudden desire. ‘Fuck. You seriously did enjoy me bursting then?’ Ashleigh nodded. Tyler smirked. ‘Well you know how rubbish my self control is don’t you? You’re not gonna say I can’t do this too are you?’ Ashleigh coughed nervously. ‘We all have our limits Tyler. Some things just need to happen regardless of the consequences. Just don’t tweet about this though will you?’ Tweet? That was the absolute last thing Tyler was thinking about as he already decided that before Ashleigh left he’d not only ask for her number but he’d have plenty to drink too.
  9. I don't really like these so I'm having some fun wetting them to get rid of them. I had this one on for about an hour and kept letting a little pee out in them until they were pretty full. The warm wet bulge did feel really good on my pelvic floor when I sat down.
  10. Four Day Struggle ch.2 After over an hour of being tied up in a chair, sitting in soggy diapers, the girls were finally able to get up and stretch. They threw away their diapers and refilled their bladders. Emilie, Bella and Ally were going to sleep with full bladders and see if any of them could survive a night of desperation, while asleep and with no conscious control over their bodily functions. Bella went fridge and got six bottles of water, two for each of them. It was six o clock and they were going to have what Bella called a desperate dinner, a dinner with no breaks, and more consumption of water. They all started with the first bottle and took all of them down fast. What are we going to have for dinner? Bella asked. How about a pizza? Emilie suggested. Yeah, I want pizza! Ally exclaimed. Okay, I’ll call the pizza place and order a pie. Bella picked up the phone and dialed the pizza parlor. The call was picked up and a man came on. This is Mario’s, may I take your order? Yeah, can I have a pie delivered to 5 Fairway drive? Sure mam, and who is this under? Bella Sugerman. It’ll be ready in half an hour Great, see you then Bella replied, hanging up. Awesome, you have money right? Yeah, it’s upstairs, I’ll go get it. Bella went up stairs and came back with money. Well, now we’ll just wait. Guys, I need to go change in to my jeans, I can’t really answer half naked like that. Later, the delivery man arrived, and Bella greeted him at the door. Bella was desperate and was dancing around, a small wet spot on her jeans. You know he said, if you need to use the bathroom I can wait, it’s perfectly fine. It’s alright Bella said, almost wetting herself as she grabbed the pizza and handed the man the money. As Bella closed the door and the man left, he noticed pee wetting the back of her jeans. Poor her he said, walking back to his car and driving away. Bella brought the pizza to the table where Ally and Bella said were shaking with their hands in their crotches. Hey guys, I have another brilliant idea Bella said, just watch. Bella left and came back with two high chairs. Do you think you guys will fit in these, you are pretty thin. Maybe, Bella and Emilie said. They climbed in to the chairs and sat down. I can’t believe I still fit in this thing Emilie said. Yeah, my mom bought two of these off the internet, she was very unsatisfied that they were huge but for some reason kept them, years ago I would’ve been embarrassed, but today, I am very grateful! Bella, I’m not sure I can sit in this, I can’t hold it without being able to use my hands. You guys are going to, no getting out of there until you’ve finished dinner and desert. I have a question Ally said. Yeah? Asked Bella. I already need to use the toilet to poop, how are we going to work out the bathroom situation. I have an answer for that. You have an answer for everything Emilie replied. I know, how about until you wet yourself, no going to the bathroom. I guess, but I do need to go. And also, I don’t care, no going during any meal Bella said. If that’s true, can I have a new diaper? Ally asked. Sure Bella said. I’ll be fine Emilie said, I don’t need to poop yet. Bella came back and Ally changed, sitting back in her high chair. They ate dinner and finished. I should’ve asked for a diaper Emilie said, I really need to go now, I’m not sure I can hold it in until dinner’s over. I’ll be right back Bella said, coming back with one more diaper for Emilie. Once she was changed, Bella defrosted some chocolate ice cream and made them wait the grueling twenty minutes for it to defrost. Ally started to lose control, and did both in her diaper. Bella picked it up quickly and turned her head to Ally. Ally, did you go number two? Asked Bella, in a juvenile voice. Yeah, can I get up? No no no Bella said. Dammit, you mean I have to sit in a highchair with a full diaper for the next twenty minutes? Exactly Bella said. Come on, it’s not like I’m a baby she said. Oh I beg to differ Bella replied. What? Asked Ally, shocked. You are a baby, think about it, first of all you’re sitting in a highchair, and second of all you have a full, soiled diaper Bella said. Dammit, can I just go? No! Bella said again. Guys, I need to go too, it’s coming out! Emilie said, soiling herself. Okay, let’s just eat our ice cream and then I’ll change you, and wipe you. Oh for God’s sake they said. They all ate their ice cream and enjoyed it. After desert, Bella took Ally and Emilie to the bathroom, lying them down on towels on the floor. Bella took of their diapers and threw them out. Both Emilie’s and Ally’s asses were covered in shit, and Bella wiped them clean, washing her hands after. It was now nine o clock and they were full of pee again. I’m putting on a horror movie, how about that? Which one? It’s called Annabelle. Oh no, I watched that one before at my friends house, I actually did pee a little at a few of the scenes, and I had a huge wet spot, all my friends noticed, it was soooo embarrassing Ally said. Well, now you all have full bladders watching a horror movie, good luck. They turned on the movie and started watching. Ally sat in fear, she slipped her hand down her panties and had it pressed up against her labia. Her bladder burned. Pee leaked out and wet her hand, it was warm. She felt as if she was about to burst. She crossed her legs. It was dark in the room, and all of a sudden she felt something going up her back. It felt cold, she turned her head in fear. Boo! Emilie shouted. Ally jammed her hand in her but it was no use, she wet herself. Dammit! I just wet myself, why did you do that? Why? Because, I knew it would make you pee Emilie laughed. Emilie thought it was funny, but she herself had to had to pee. She was able to hold it to the end of the movie, barely. Bella turned the lights back on and sat back down. That was a good movie she said, and I’m still somewhat dry she laughed. I’m completely dry! Emile said with integrity. Not for long Bella said… What the hell does tha- All of a sudden Bella pounced on her and started tickling Emilie. HAHHAHHA, SERIOUSLY, STOP! Emilie pleaded. What the hell Ally thought? Why don’t I try? Ally jumped on and tickled her underarms, while Bella, was tickling her stomach. Emilie’s stomach was quivering and she was going to break soon. HAHAHA, I NEED TO PEE, STOP, I NEED TO PEE, I’M GOING TO PEE! But, they didn’t stop. Bella was on Emilie’s legs and could feel the wet coming, she completely had wet herself. A job well done, indeed. I hope you really took back what you said Ally said. Not if I can help it Emilie said. Bella started to going at her feet and Ally at her chest. HAHAHA, I’M GONNA PEE AGAIN, AGAIN, IT WAS A JOKE, HAHAHA, STOP IT! They finally let Emilie up, I learned my lesson she said, please, no more. Bella got up and got more water, alright guys, let’s fill up again and go to bed. They filled up and slipped in to their sleeping bags, with new diapers on. It was time to see who could last, and who could pass, but who? But who?
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  12. Disclaimer: writing this with a full bladder does anyone else ever wonder how other people don’t find a full bladder to be a huge turn on? How can someone not enjoy the tingling, the pressure, the fullness, the squirming, the wriggling, the squeezing, the having to tighten everything, the sense of urgency and thumping of your urethra between your legs? how can someone feel all that sloshing of liquid, the moistness, the rocking, desire to touch yourself so strong, the sense of controlling the uncontrollable, the fidgeting and bouncing and not feel hot, sweaty and aroused? how can someone feel their heart beating fast, the adrenaline rush, the yearning to release, the throbbing in your crotch, the shaking, the way your legs have to keep moving, the damp palms of your hands, the heaviness of your bladder and not liken it to sexual feelings? how can someone experience the mild pain, beautiful uncomfortable feeling, the urgency, desperation and wonderful urges and just see it as an inconvenience or worse still a boring everyday essential that needs over with? there is nothing more sexual, thrilling, exciting, dangerous and fantastic than being absolutely bursting for the toilet...well except seeing others in the same mysterious exciting scenario... anyone concur? see what a full bladder does to me lol
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  14. Leaking Leanna Leanna rubbed her tummy as she sat on the bus to hospital. Martin had the car today, as he did most days. ‘That’s another thing that might change later this year’, she thought as the bus crept through the morning traffic making her feel a little nauseous. Hormones were causing havoc already in her body and excitement wasn’t helping. Leanna sucked another mint and sipped more water. She still had another 20 minutes before she would reach the hospital but thankfully she had left in plenty time. ‘Leanna Harp here for my first scan.’ ‘Yes that’s great. Have you had your litre of water? There a jug and cups right over there if you feel you can still manage more. Please take a seat and you’ll be called through shortly.’ Leanna took a seat with her back to the reception and crossed her legs. She’s definitely had at least a litre of water and she could really feel it in her bloated tummy. She rubbed it again looking forward to the first glimpse of her precious child. ‘If only Martin could have been here’ she thought. Just then Martin texted. Leanna read it and replied crossing her legs the opposite way as she did so. She couldn’t get comfortable as her clothes felt tight and her lower belly swollen. She snapped a picture of her lower belly and sent it to Martin with the text: ‘if this is how I look at 12 weeks I’ll be a whale by the time I reach 40! Mind you there’s a TON of water in there too!’ Martin replied immediately in his usual complimentary way, with a little hint of a tease too. ‘You look very beautiful with a baby belly...even more beautiful than you were this morning. But I can’t help wondering what’s bigger right now...our baby or your bladder!’ Leanna smiled. Martin always had liked boasting of her bladder and he’d more than once tried to fill it to its absolute capacity playfully teasing her to keep on holding until they were away from company. Leanna always loved the effects that seemed to have on Martin and she wondered about mentioning even now how much she wanted to wee. Her friends had hinted that pregnancy hormones often suppressed libido but so far it had only served to boost Leanna’s as her growing breasts, increasing curves and moist vagina made her long for Martin in ways she had never experienced. Even sitting in a hospital clinic waiting room with a very full bladder she could sense her nipples hardening and her pelvis twinging just reading her lovers texts! Maybe it was for the best Martin had to work after all or Leanna would never have got back to work herself! ‘Leanna Harp please’ Leanna stood up feeling the weight of the water immediately in her bladder. She clenched her muscles as she’d done many times before and followed the radiographer into the room. He patted the bed and Leanna climbed up, swinging her legs as she did so. She tried getting comfortable and shuffled around a little until she concluded that getting comfortable whilst really needing the toilet probably wasn’t going to happen. ‘Can you confirm your date of birth please?’ ‘And could you tell me the date of your last period?’ ‘And finally can you confirm that your bladder is full?’ ‘Oh it’s most definitely full sir. I last went to the toilet three hours ago and I’ve been steadily drinking every since.’ ‘Perfect mam’ Leanna couldn’t help but hear Martin as the radiographer started squeezing cold gel onto a prong. Martin often asked her if her bladder was full when they were having fun together and even when she always said it was he would playfully give it a little press and buy her or pour her another drink. She ought to have realised long before they got together when they first met at a party at a mutual friend’s house warming and Martin’s eyes lit up as a tipsy Leanna in shorts and nylon tights and a skimpy top pee danced outside the only toilet moaning how bursting she was. Martin often told her how hooked he was from that moment on and how long it took him to find out her name and get her number and muster the courage to text. He’d have loved to have been here with her now not just to see their baby for the very first time but to see his new wife biting her lip as she held her sphincter muscles closed as tightly as she could. Leanna, lost in thought, jumped as the cold gel touched her abdomen. ‘Oh Jesus! I think I just dribbled!’ Unnerved by this ‘announcement’ the radiographer pressed firmly with his scope. ‘Oh....do you need to press that hard? I really do need the ladies and that isn’t helping!’ ‘I know mam. I’m sorry but I’ll be as quick as I can. Do try and not leak too much as the fuller your bladder the more your womb is pushed forwards and at this early stage of pregnancy we get a far better picture the further forwards your womb is.’ Leanna grimaced as the scope pressed and pushed against her bladder feeling her underwear moisten between her legs, the warmth and wetness making her urethra pound and throb. She distracted herself by focussing on the black and white screen to her side as she anxiously longed to see her baby appear. At first she couldn’t make out anything but she could hear a sloshing noise and lines across the screen but faintly in the distance she could hear a sort of light beat as her heart tingled. ‘What’s that noise? That drum beat thing? Is that what I think it is?’ The radiographer pressed a knob on the machine and smiled broadly whilst continuing to press the probe against Leanna. ‘That’s your baby’s heart beat you can hear.’ He then turned the screen away from Leanna as he moved the probe left and right, up and down all the time pressing firmly into Leanna’s bladder and womb. ‘Is...is everything ok?’ ‘Mam if you would excuse me a moment please. I just need to check something with my colleague first. There is a strong heart beat so please don’t worry. It’s just for my monitoring purposes really. I’ll be right back.’ He turned the monitor off and took the probe off of Leanna’s body. Leanna squirmed and tried to sit up. Tears came easily, but as she moved she also felt another drop or two leak from her urethra. Instinctively she grabbed herself and fidgeted. ‘Could I possibly use the toilet now? I really really need to go.‘ ‘My colleague will be right back mam and in order for us to see the images properly we really do need your bladder this full. If you could just hang on for another few minutes and I’ll be right back. Please don’t get too upset. It’s just procedure mam.’ Leanna bent forward on the bed and pressed her hand between her legs. She’d deliberately put on a flowing skirt which had been pulled up to past her belly button and she scrunched the material up tightly and pressed hard against her throbbing vagina as the radiographer quietly left the room to the sound of her moans and rocking. Leanna text Martin right away: ‘In room and scan started. Heard strong heartbeat but radiographer now gone to get a colleague to come back. I’m scared something is wrong but I’m also terrified I am going to piss all over this bed if they don’t come quick. I can’t stop holding myself I have to pee so so badly. I really wish you were here!’ Martine replied immediately: ‘I wish I was with you too honey. It will be ok. A strong heartbeat is reassuring sweetheart. Are you honestly that desperate babe?’ Leanna snapped a photo of her hand between her legs and sent it to Martin. ‘Yes I’m VERY desperate. I can feel my knickers wet through my hand.’ ‘You are one sexy woman! But seriously honey you can do this. It WILL be ok. I am being called into a meeting sorry! I love you so much and it WILL be ok. Our baby is strong. I just know it. See you soon and keep holding on. Love you xxx’ Leanna wiped her face as she knelt on the bed, rocking with her hand rubbing herself through her knickers. It was the only way she could prevent herself having an accident as she waited longingly for the radiographer to return. She wanted to pee so so badly but she wanted to, no she NEEDED to, know her baby was ok. If that meant having to keep her bladder at bay she had no choice but to wait. Despite the grabbing, rocking, stroking and squirming Leanna gulped as a spurt burst past her urethra and ran into her already wet knickers. She pressed a second hand between her legs as she knelt on the bed with both legs behind her, pressing and stroking for all she was worth. ‘Gotta hold. Gotta hold. Jesus do I HAVE to pee! Hurry up please. I can barely hold this!’ Another dribble escaped and in utter desperation Leanna grabbed the pillow that her head had been on and pressed it tightly between her legs. Straddling the pillow she rocked back and forth with her legs either side of the bed willing her body to not release. Her face red, her underwear increasingly wet and her legs tense and jittery she leaned forwards on the bed pressing her hands flat on the bed as she rode the pillow exactly as she rode her husband, often in the same state of urgent desperation as she found herself in currently. With her head down and the noise of her own heart beating fast as she rocked the pillow intensely Leanna failed to hear or see the radiographers return. All she was focussed on was stopping herself from releasing and letting go as the pillow dampened between her legs. ‘I think we’ll need to do this quickly don’t you? ‘Absolutely. Are there towels anywhere at all. I think we’ll need them for this one.’ Startled by the voices Leanna froze and looked up. Her voice horse and anxious she tried excusing herself feebly. ‘I...em...I’m trying my best to hold sir. It’s...really...urgent you see. Please PLEASE can I go to the....’ ‘I understand mam. Let’s get this done for you and then let you visit that toilet. I can see you appear to be somewhat bursting there. My colleague is just setting it all up now. Can you lie back if possible for us? Thank you mam.’ ‘I’ll....Jesus I’ll try but it’s...’ Leanne laid back with a hand tightly gripping still between her legs, her back arched and her body tensed. The first radiographer squeezed more gel onto the probe as he sat on a wheeled stood. His colleague pulled another stool the other side as he slipped two towels under Leanna’s bottom and between her legs and gently pressed her arched back down onto the bed and carefully removed her hand. With his other hand he gently wiped a tear from Leanna’s face and stroked her forehead. ‘Try and relax. This will be over in just a few minutes and then we will print off some beautiful images for you to treasure.’ As the cold probe pressed once more into her abdomen Leanna shook, bit her lip hard and clenched her face trying to keep her urethra closed. She quietly sobbed. ‘Is...is everything ok? I’m so sorry..I’m leaking!’ The second radiographer looked down between Leanna’s legs and watched as drops formed on the wet crotch of her knickers and seeped into the towel which was on the already damp pillow. ‘We’re ok. It’s just urine. I’m not surprised looking at how full she is on the screen. You can hear it sloshing around and see how stretched her bladder is. Look Mrs Harp there’s your baby! You can see the head, the body nice and clear and the legs curled and kicking.’ Leanna beamed and tried to relax but this caused a spurt to shoot out and in the silence of wonder at the picture all three clearly heard the ‘sssssss’ and watched as the urine shot from Leanna’s underpants to the towel. ‘S....sorry. Pppp....please can I go to the toilet....please!’ As if they hadn’t heard her pleas, the radiographer moved the probe pressing a little more to the right than before. Lianna continued to bite her lip and squirm as even her fists clenched to try and hold back her bladder. ‘Yes I can see what you mean now. You were right to call me in for this.’ Leanna couldn’t bear it as the probe moved again pressing against her more than she could bare. Another loud hiss escaped as the second radiographer again checked between Leanna’s legs. ‘I think our time is about up. Can you print those pics? She’s leaking very badly now.’ ‘I just need a few more seconds. Don’t let her release yet. Do whatever you need to do. I know she’s going to want to see this.’ The radiographer who wasn’t scanning rolled the towel firmly and pressed hard against Leanna’s crotch. ‘Please Mrs Hart. Just hold on for a few more seconds. I’m doing everything I can this end to help you.’ ‘I....I can....’ ‘I’ve got it! Well done!’ ‘I can’t! I can’t hold this! Jesus it’s coming!’ With the towel still pressed tightly against her by the radiographer Leanna pushed against it with all her might as the leaking became a spurt which became a loud strong hiss. As his grip loosened the radiographer allowed the towel to move slowly away and rest on top of the pillow on the bed as urine continued to pour through Leanna’s knickers. She arched her back and moaned audibly as warm liquid arched up and then down drenching the towel completely. All the radiographers could do was stare in silence as time froze and Leanna burst... For a moment the only noise was that of sheer release and pouring liquid as Leanna pissed for all she was worth on the scanning bed in the hospital clinic. ‘Mrs Hard we are delighted to tell you that you have TWO healthy thriving foetuses both with very strong heart beats in two separate embryos. We’ll just get those photos printed for you now.’ ‘And by the way you also have the most incredible bladder too as that has to be the longest, strongest pee I have ever seen in my life. I think it’s safe to say you really WERE bursting!’ ‘I wish my husband had been here!’ ‘I’m quite sure he wishes he’d been here too man. I know I’m very glad I was here myself. Congratulations mam. You’ll probably be asked to come back in around four weeks.’ ‘There’s some hospital underwear here if you would like to change. The bathroom is right over to your right there.’ ‘Do I need to drink so much water next time too?’ ‘Well mam it would be amazing if you could please. Very amazing indeed.’
  15. View File Late night agony Tried to hold on but the leaks shot out of me whilst my abdomen ached. Just lost it. Submitter secretleaking Submitted 08/30/2019 Category Peeing
  16. Quivering Quinton Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual. He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn. The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received. The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine. He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully. Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway. By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs. ‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’ Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom. ‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room. ‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’ The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder. The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car. Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker. ‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off. Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on. ‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again. Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so! ‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’ Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom. He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open. He danced and knocked. ‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’ No answer. Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it. ‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’ Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway. ‘You home darling? Everything ok?’ Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down. ‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’ ‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’ ‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’ Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently. He knocked the door again... ‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’ ‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’ Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned. ‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself. Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened. Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed. ‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’ ‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’ ‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’ ‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’ ‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’ ‘Really?’
  17. It’s intrigued me ever since I found this site and signed up.
  18. I have been so busy this morning writing, making calls and getting on with work whilst drinking tea and water. I got so utterly desperate to pee and tried using some household objects to help me hold. I tried a cuddly toy but whilst it helped a little it was too soft. so I tried a bottle which was better. then I tried a tea towel which didn’t help much at all. by this point I was bursting to go and tried rubbing on a rolling pin. That helped much more! but despite everything I leak a little into my while leggings and by the time I get to the toilet it’s just too late and I had no time to pull my clothes down at all! I honestly thought I’d never stop peeing!!
  19. Needed a change after this one. It was totally exhilarating filling this diaper in public without anyone noticing! I'm so turned on right now. It held my entire bladder without leaking at all. It was very full and felt amazing. Changed into a fresh one and ready to do it again.
  20. Part One. It was 09:00. I left in a hurry and was feeling the urge to visit a bathroom. At this moment in time, I didn’t realise how long it would be before I had the opportunity to relieve myself. I was on the mini-bus, travelling to the airport. I was in my dance gear (pictured in my profile photograph – message me for a larger version of it), and so quite a bit of attention was heading my way when we arrived at the airport. I went to go to the bathroom, but the queue was quite lengthy. We were cutting time quite short, so I agreed to put it off until we’d been through security. I was starting to feel the urge badly, but I still wasn’t too concerned. The queue for security was long and repetitive. Each time we stopped, I was having to stand with my legs crossed. At the front of the line, I was asked to step to one side. I was told that other people were complaining about my clothing, and that I would have to take a different travel option if I was to stay in my dancing gear. I was taken into a room and told to take a seat. I sat down and crossed my legs. If I had to rate my current situation (10 being beyond my limit, 1 being completely fine), I would probably pick 7. I wasn’t comfortable at all now. “Is there any chance I can visit the bathroom?” I was told I couldn’t. Again, I wasn’t overly concerned yet. I was asked why I was wearing my dancing gear. “I have a tight schedule. I need to go straight to the arena when I land in Spain.” A few minutes passed. Somebody walked into the room and sat down opposite me. A passenger booked on the previous flight had missed his check-in, and he had been offered a ticket on my flight. My flight was fully booked, and so somebody had to give up their place for him. Since I’d been held aside, they had given him my ticket. “When is the next flight?” I was told it would be four hours. “I need to be on this flight!” I had no choice. They had started boarding, and I hadn’t made it through security yet. I was edging closer to an 8 on the scale. I could sit still, but only just. I had my legs tightly crossed. “Can I use the bathroom yet?” Negative. I was told I would have to wait until I made it through security. Once through security, I would be taken to a waiting area until my flight was boarding. I would then be taken to my plane, where I would have the opportunity to use the on-board facilities. After being told that, I started to worry. Another employee entered the room and told me to follow them. I stood up, and that was the first time I realised how quickly I was filling up. I was close to an 8 on the scale. Despite this, I was still able to walk normally. It was a long walk. When we finally stopped, I was asked to lay down on a table. “Why?” I was told it was a medical check. All the dancers have one carried out when they travel through the airport. It wasn’t until I laid down that I realised my bladder was bulging. I was told that it would be a quick 20-minute check-up, and then I would be taken through security. To start with, they asked me a few standard questions. My name (Emily), my nationality (British), my age (17, at the time), my reason for travelling (dance competition) and my destination (Spain). Next, I was asked to stay completely still with my hands by my side. A male entered the room. He was in his mid-20s, possibly late-20s. He placed both his hands on my hips and grabbed me tightly. His hands were cold. It came as a shock to me. I was struggling to lay flat without crossing my legs. I tried to reposition myself, but he took hold of my legs. He grabbed the top of one of my knee-high socks and slowly rolled it down my leg. He took it off. He repeated the same process with my other sock. His hands moved back up my legs. He took hold of the white lace on my skirt and adjusted the fitting, making it tighter. It added an incredible amount of pressure to my bladder. I bit my tongue as hard as I could to avoid making a sound. He continued to tighten it until it would not move any further. A burning sensation started, but quickly stopped as he loosened the fitting. He took the lace off completely. He looked me in the eyes and pulled down the rest of the skirt. He placed one hand tightly over my vagina, and the other on my lower stomach. He then pushed down. I squealed as I felt my bladder spasm. He removed his hand. It was dripping wet. I’d managed to stop myself from letting go. He pulled my skirt back up, reattached the lace, and left the room.
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