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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.

Hello everyone! I'm a male, 26 years old, with short brown hair parted high on my left and swished across to my right. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with dark blue accents. I'm 5' 11" (180.34cm) at 170lbs (77kg). I've got broad shoulders and a large ribcage, with little to no stomach sticking out bc the bulk of my weight is muscle on my shoulders, upper arms and upper legs due to my racing and go karting hobbies. The steering in my Audi TT is a bit on the heavy side, so I end up building some muscle since I do practice runs every other day for at least an hour. I don't have a very large ass due to not holding fat on me. Before I begin with the story, I'd like to give some context. For as long as I can remember, I've been aroused by peeing where I'm not supposed to, holding to the point of genuine desperation, legitimately wetting myself (not just giving up and peeing... Genuine accidents bc I CAN'T hold it anymore), masturbating while bursting and/or right after bursting, and of course, finding new fun ways to do these things! More info on this is available in my thread Practice Makes Perfect! I know this is an 18+ site, so I'm not giving detail here... Just know that since about 3rd grade, I've done a hold that lead to a genuine accident at least once every week. For about a 6 month period during middle school (can't remember which year), I wet myself every day. These were all genuine accidents, never once did I say "I'm bored now" and just pee because I could. As a result of this, I now have a huge bladder and very strong holding muscles. Anyway, that's enough of this, since I'm not allowed to detail any of these holds due to the 18+ rule. If anyone is questioning my bladder size or thinking that I'm exaggerating, I've attached a picture to this post. It's literally just the same picture from the Practice Makes Perfect thread. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was 19, I was at a family friend's house and started to not feel that great, so I used the restroom in hopes that I could just poop out whatever was bothering me, had some water (it was a rather hot day), and started walking home. Note that it would be at least 30 minutes before I got home even at my usual brisk pace bc of my nice long legs. I only got halfway home or so and a burning started, both in my bladder, and in my dick. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home and be able to deal with whatever this was. Naturally, when I was about 5 minutes away from home, the burning got more intense and spread to include my holding muscles and what I imagine was my urinary track. I again quickened my pace, my bladder protesting harshly and demanding that I empty my bladder into my pants right there on the side of the street in the middle of town with nothing to hide behind. I just clenched and kept speed walking. When I finally got home, I went inside and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was in such a rush, I completely ignored my brother and my parents as I just speed walked straight upstairs and to the bathroom. When I finally got to the bathroom and opened the door, I was met with a powerful wave of desperation ON TOP of all the burning! I knew I didn't have long, and slammed the door shut as I fumbled for my zipper! Naturally, I completely lost control. There was no warning, just a sudden full throttle gush into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the floor! I was so mortified and overwhelmed with a mix of relief and whatever these burning sensations were that I just stood there, unable to stop the stream or even slow it down. As my dick always lays to the left, my stream soaked through that side of my shorts, my wallet, my car keys, and spread quickly on the floor! I stood there, nearly crying, trying to come up with what to do next. I grabbed a bunch of towels, threw them on the floor, started pulling things out of my pockets, and began cleaning up. I was still so mortified of what had just happened that I almost cried the whole time. I then showered, and did not jack off to any of this. Don't get me wrong, genuine accidents are like my favorite thing next to sex with a full bladder, but this was different. The burning didn't go away, and the shower did help, but it didn't entirely go away. I just ignored it bc I was so mortified and I didn't want my family to find out about my mishap. The burning went away about an hour after my shower and didn't come back. I intentionally drank just enough to stay hydrated for the rest of the evening, so that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. I did this out of fear that the burning might come back with a vengeance if I let my bladder get too full. I also peed quite often, not very large amounts, in an effort to keep my bladder empty and hopefully keep that burning from coming back. Later that night, I had some warm milk to calm my nerves before bed. Looking back on it, this probably lead to what happened later that night. At about 2am, I woke up to a sensation I hadn't felt in almost 20 years... I'd peed the bed in my sleep! By the time I'd woken up, my bladder was already empty! I was so mortified by all this that I completely stopped all omorashi related activities for a few weeks. I didn't jack off AT ALL for the entire time. I didn't tell anyone about any of it. Really just shat all over my mood and my self esteem. Silver lining! I pulled out of that lull a few weeks later and resumed omorashi related activities! I saved my first wank for when I was truly desperate and legit about to lose control, and oh boy was it an exceptional orgasm! Multiple back to back jets of cum, a warm ecstasy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and a truly magnificent follow up when my bladder burst a few minutes later and I came again! People describe post nut clarity as the best thing in the world, but when you've gone without for awhile and then suddenly get back into it, it's 10 times better! Maybe I should start participating in No Nut November so that I can give myself this gift every December! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 20, I moved out of my parents house to live with my grandparents. I did this mostly out of care for my grandfather, a WWII veteran who was brittle diabetic, renal with double kidney failure, and a double amputee. Despite these disabilities, he had a morning routine of making sure his levels were good (his dialysis machine told us what his blood levels were), putting on his prosthetic legs (he had the ones where you could click the ankles to move the feet), and having a breakfast sized to his blood sugar level. The man knew what he had, and knew how to deal with it. I wanted to support him the best I could, since he was often frustrated about not being able to do the things he used to. I wanted to give it my best to make sure he wasn't lonely in his final years. He eventually peacefully passed, no suffering. We had a wonderful ceremony and every single police officer and veteran in the area came to congratulate the man on his excellent run at life! There's still a LOCAL HERO banner on one of the telephone poles near their house with his name and military accomplishments on it. Anycrap, this is supposed to be about omorashi, so let's get back on track. While at my grandparents, I had much more freedom to explore my fetish! Since pap was usually in the back room and grandma couldn't hear well enough to pick up on my moans, I didn't have to mute myself or suppress any orgasms. I was basically free to do what I wanted, so long as I helped around the house. I cleaned something once a day, sometimes doing household maintenance as well. Needless to say, I'd use these tasks as the starting points for massive holds! I'd drink 1L of water over 90 minutes or so, and I'd make sure to have a pop or something with me when I was cleaning or fixing things, so there was never a very dull moment! I have a few notable holds from living at my grandparents place, and none of them had the UTI scare that the first story did. Luckily, that's only happened once. First story from grandma's house: I was out with my gf at the time and had eaten lunch at a fancy restaurant. Naturally, I took full advantage of their unlimited refills on drinks. I had a lemonade, got a refill, drank the refill, and got another refill that I then put in a to-go cup. That's when we went shopping for about 2 hours before I drove her back to her house. I started sipping on my lemonade during the drive to her place, and by the time we arrived almost an hour later, I was REALLY full! Like, I had to put in genuine effort to not appear desperate in the driver's seat. I just muscled my way to her house, dropped her off, did my best to appear normal while helping her carry in the fruits of her shopping, and then drove home. It felt so good to be able to moan and hold myself without fear of anyone knowing! By the time I got back to town, I was SUPER DESPERATE! Like, couldn't keep my knees apart desperate! My bladder pushed out so far that I'd already loosened my seatbelt and undone my pants to give it room to expand! There was nothing I could do to stop the moans that came when my thighs tensed to keep my boiling hot piss off of the driver's seat! When I finally got home, I parked under the car port out back. Luckily, grandma's back yard was rather elaborate with lots of shrubs and small trees, so I had my pick of places to enjoy myself. Except, that didn't really matter... I stood up out of the car and clutched myself as hard as I could! I couldn't separate my thighs or my knees, nor could I stand up straight! Before I could do anything about anything, I lost a boiling hot spurt that lasted a few seconds and created a wet spot halfway down to my knee! I tried so hard to take a few steps forward and get my pants down behind a large shrub, but it was no use! I started peeing full force into my pants! It took me a few seconds to be able to stop it, and by that point, my left leg was nearly completely soaked! I then opened my pants and jacked off so hard before cumming and losing any control I had left! I power pissed for over a minute before the stream died down to a dribble and finally stopped! Of course, I jacked off again in the shower and CAME SUPER HARD! Second story from grandma's house: One day, my grandparents were both out for pap's doctor's appointment and I had the house to myself for several hours. I'd known about this long before they left, so I drank a metric butt ton of water and Gatorade before they left! I had nearly 3L of liquids over about 5 hours and was SUPER FULL! Like, even with PJ's on, the waist still dug into my bladder bc it was sticking out so far! Naturally, I was SUPER HARD and feeling really hot! I decided to see how far I could go and started playing video games to distract myself from my rapidly growing need! I was once again to the point of uncontrollable thigh clenches, unstoppable moans, and the NEED to grab myself to prevent a flood of boiling hot piss! You know like, when you get so turned on that you start breathing really heavy and nothing else matters? That's exactly what was happening! And my bladder's intense protests and demands to be emptied only turned me on further! I started masturbating to distract myself from my need, which actually worked somehow! However, when I came, I lost a large spurt and nearly lost it all right there on my gaming chair! I ran for the bathroom with my hand squeezing the hell out of my dick, losing one small spurt after another as I made my way down the hall to the toilet! Once there, I started to pull my pants down before it just started ROCKETING out of me! With no options left, I ended up leaving a trail across the bathroom floor as I hopped in the shower and emptied my bladder into my pajama pants! I swear it was coming out of my pocket, running down my leg, dripping directly from my crotch to the shower floor, and the hiss was so damn loud! I didn't even pee for a full minute because it was coming out so fast! Naturally, I jacked off again as soon as my bladder was empty and CAME SO HARD into my soaked pajama pants! I then undressed and took a shower. Third story from grandma's house: I read a thing online awhile back that said that your bladder can hold quite a lot while you sleep, and as long as you wake up before you wet the bed, you should be able to hold a rather large amount. Of course, this peaked my curiosity. I used the restroom about half an hour before bed to make sure I was getting a fair start. See, the plan was to drink JUST ENOUGH to be bursting by morning, not enough to not be able to make it through the night. I laid down several towels in case I'd end up losing some before making it out of bed, and went to bed for the night with a little over 2L in me! I remember having a couple strange dreams, but no wet dreams and no feelings of warmth or wetness. When I woke up the next morning, I had an entire ocean inside of me AND IT WANTED OUT! I immediately curled up and grabbed myself to prevent from wetting the bed and began my hobble to the bathroom. If I wasn't wearing pajamas, my thighs would've probably been visibly pale from being squeezed together so hard! I made it to the bathroom without losing a single spurt and decided to play a little game since I was still holding on by a thread! I started the shower and waited for the hot water to get there. Naturally, the sound of the water pushed my over the edge and I lost a boiling hot spurt lasting almost 10 seconds! I couldn't do anything except pull my rock hard dick out of my PJs and aim at the shower! Finally, I managed to stop the flow, and was still REALLY FULL! Like, it hadn't even really taken the edge off! It took me several attempts to get the water to the right temperature because I kept recoiling and grabbing myself furiously! I finally climbed in the shower and began masturbating furiously! I was so hot! I came and came and came within just a few strokes and then there was nothing I could do to stop the dam from bursting! I pissed boiling hot, very yellow, strong smelling morning pee for what felt like several minutes! I actually reached out of the shower to open the window due to the smell now that the moment was over and I just wanted to get myself clean. While the desperation was brief and I only managed to get a few strokes in before I came, it was some of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced! I don't have any idea how I slept through the night with that much boiling hot piss in me! I plan on adding additional stories as comments to this post whenever I'm ready to share them and I'm not super tired like I am right now. Good night and sweet dreams everyone!

I have had a lot of artwork done for me and wanted to keep them all in one place. (I got permission form the artist before I shared) Leon S. Kennedy from RE wetting while fighting a zombie. Artist: @pogbernard (I have more drawings but I’m waiting on the artist permission before I post them)

Recently, I've been trying to find audio stories of female desperation and accidents but not having much success. Since that was the case, I fooled around with an already written story and a text narrator I found online. The end product actually turned out pretty good so I thought I'd post it here to see if anyone else liked it too. Some of the pronounciations and things are a little off, but frankly I expected much worse. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. The story came from here: http://ripplesstoryindexrebornpoo.blogspot.com/2017/05/i-want-to-force-force-girl-to-poop-her.html This story was not written by me. However, some of the story was re-written by me to make more sense gramatically and to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. Theres's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Perfect Butt In Tight Laxative Pants.mp3

This story happened a few weeks ago, me and my friend took a mini road trip to Canterbury, which is about a two hour drive from where we live. We'd been exploring the city all day and we were ready to head back home. I hadn't used the toilet for about 5 hours, but I felt okay, even though I'd consumed over around 1.5litres of water (it was a warm day). Just before we started the main part of the journey home, we stopped at a supermarket just to get a drink and something to eat to keep us going for the drive. I had an Iced/chilled coffee and grabbed some more water. As we were paying, I felt the slight need to peed and contemplated going, but I assumed I would be fine, it was only a couple of hours. I finished the coffee before we started driving again, which in hindsight, was a terrible idea as coffee goes straight through me and giving I already needed to go a bit, it was definitely a bad mix. We decided to go the coastal way home, going down to Folkestone first and then along the south coast. Before we'd even got to Folkestone, I was regretting not peeing beforehand and definitely regretting the coffee. I was filling up fast! I mentioned it to my friend (we're super open) and she asked if I wanted to stop. I said no because I was convinced I would make it home absolutely fine. About an hour into our journey, I was so so desperate! My legs were squeezed together and I was starting to fidget. I was doubting my ability to hold for at least another hour. And then... Traffic. A lot of it. We didn't plan our timings well and hit the rush hour traffic. I started to panic. I was dying for a pee and we weren't moving. Getting our the car wasn't an option because there were so many others around. I don't think my hands left my crotch for ages, I was too scared to let go. Then it happened. I leaked. I absolutely could not pee in the car. I could not pee myself, I had to hold it. I could hold it! I somehow managed to keep holding for another half an hour with no leaks, but we were still at least 45 minutes from home and that was with no traffic. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it, but I kept telling myself I could. I could not sit still, I was bouncing up and down in my seat, my legs were fanning in and out, I really had to push on my crotch to help hold it. I squeezed my legs together so hard. Nothing was helping, I needed to go and I needed to go soon. My bladder was not happy and I felt it contract as I let out another leak. This time it was so much worse and I knew I was in trouble. I had to fight so much to stop myself from fully losing control. I told my friend how urgent it was and that she was definitely going to have to pull over because I was close to peeing. I was so so desperate and every bump in the road was torture. Thankfully, the road we were now on was quiet so once we found a decent place, I knew I could just get out and let it go. But there didn't seem to be anywhere and I was struggling! I wasn't letting out big leaks, but I could feel drops of pee coming out, I could feel my pants getting wetter and I knew it wouldn't be long until it soaked through my jeans. I sat on my jacket to save my friends car seat. I could feel myself starting to cry and I felt my muscles slowing starting to give up. After about 10 minutes, I let out another big leak, stopped it and then another, stopped it again and then another leak. My jeans were now wet too. I was on the verge of peeing myself just as I felt the car slow down. Finally a layby! My bladder must've known too because I leak out another big leak. And another. And another. As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out, yanked my jeans and pants down and peed so hard. I must've gone for around a minute at full force. I sorted myself out, sighed and just stood there looking at how much had come out of me. I got back in the car and finished our journey, arriving home about 40 minutes after my relief - there was no way I would have ever made it.

This one is special to me. I was shopping after work and some weird shit went down in the parking lot I was in. I ran out of the office already holding myself. I managed 20 minutes in Walgreens and decided not to push my luck. So then I went outside to drive home and cut through that sketch strip mall I mentioned a few videos back. I was whimpering and had 2 fingers pushed up against my pee hole, shivering in the cold. And then I saw some craziness. It was weird enough to make me forget how desperately I had to go pee and call the cops. Then I took off. Pedal to the metal. Bat outta hell. I didn't want anybody to see my plates and I know I was the one who called. Ya never know🤷. As soon as I was on the dark and quiet roads again the urge came back with a VENGENCE. It took my breath away. All of a 10 minute drive home. Seat heaters on. I figured I could JUST make it.😓 We have multiple pool/club houses in my development. Lucky for me ( or UNlucky knowing my tastes😈) it was so cold it was already quiet and there was an empty spot. I have a garage but I wasn't gonna make it over 8 more speed bumps in 2nd gear for another mile or so. So, well... This happened. I almost came from this one. The urge was one of my more painful holds and I kept trying to pull over but got disoriented (huge development, I haven't even explored the whole place in 2.5 years living here) or saw a kid walking a dog so this was just the absolute last strength left in me to not ruin my car. I am breathless and horned up and high on the rush. My nipples are like big pink grapes and scary crazy sensitive sometimes. I ripped a finger through the crotch of my tights so I could pet my clit the last few minutes ride home. So slippery. So warm. Hmmmmm. A wintery mix fell and washed away my sins.🤫 InShot_20220120_164600078.mp4