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Opening the toilet lid and then quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Mary-Ann yawned and started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. The last three years had been a total whirlwind. She had always thought her greatest asset was her ability to connect with people, but it had taken her until 24 to figure just how to use it. She had drifted between office jobs and secretarial roles, from barista to bartending, but she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now at 27, was one of the top in the nation. As her stream died down, she sat and dripped for a moment as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly and the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, they called her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants’ lives. Mary-Ann wiped, flushed and stepped into the shower. As she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, she mentally prepared for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company- and maybe even a bank in the future, she saw the pearl of her life before her. The 10- and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. It was more paperwork and disclosures and NDAs from her current company than anything else, all of the fun aspects of building a business had already been settled. She stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5’ 10” frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a grey pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. The twenty-minute car ride was pleasant on the empty roads, the silhouettes of suburban homes and communities intermingled with the treetops as the morning fog rolled over the road. When Mary-Ann arrived at the gym, the six-o clock crowd had just started to trickle in. A few of the regulars smiled warmly at her and she gave a friendly smile back. Over the first half hour she jogged to warm up, lifted to tone her arms, and squatted to keep her butt as firm and attractive as it was. But during this exertion she finished her water bottle and filled it again. The rest of her workout tested her hip flexors and traps. Looking good took effort, to the tune of another entire water bottle. When she had finished, the morning sun had invaded the windows of the expansive building and more and more people began to file in. Mary-Ann took this opportunity to use the ladies shower while most other women were just starting their workout. She didn’t take long, another fifteen minutes, maybe, to wash the sweat off her body. What took her a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. New white panties now covered her loins, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A longer professional skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. She was Mary-Ann Adimari; ass kicker. She read her watch; it just after seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. Not only was it owned by her first ever clients, but it was on the way to her office as well. Another thirty minutes through much heavier traffic and she was there. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled and all that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, and her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann much taller than she actually was. Their blue eyes met and despite the mask that Hanna was wearing, her smile shown through her eyes. “Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way”. Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. “Aw, thank you! Yeah, I’ll have the usual. Had your coffee today?” Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. “Just been standing a while.” Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann’s order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine’s table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn’t help but worry. As the cappuccino machine’s noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She pulled her mask away from her face to talk over the end of the machine’s cycle “Uh…yeah. I’m doing ok” Hanna pulled the mask back and crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann’s order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann’s order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she pulled her mask forward again to whisper. “I’m really sorry but we’re a little understaffed right now; and I really…really need to pee.” As she got to the second “really” she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. “I can wait a moment if you need to run- “ “No! No, if that’s all your getting, I’ll ring you out” Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly, and slapped her mask back into place. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn’t much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, as there was a lull in customers “H-have a nice... day” Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn’t leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect and the cappuccino wasn’t helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her secretary Karenna. “Hey boss, rooms ready for briefing.” Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. As prompt as she was resourceful, Mary-Ann wished the 23-year-old didn’t remind her so much of herself right now. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn’t be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann hoped she would have time to relieve herself before her nine o’clock meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey pinstripe suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. She had gotten in later than she had wanted and hadn’t yet emptied her morning bladder, which was starting to become an issue. But the 45-minuet meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn’t faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and a few desperate minuets weren’t worth interrupting such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. The current active underwriting client’s spreadsheet appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. “Where do we stand on these?” Mary-Ann started “Jones and Richardson both are looking like they’ll get underwritten today. I think we’ll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork.” As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job, they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her hairless pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence “I can make that...mmhf…call today” Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could potentially delay Mary-Ann, and making her late would be disrespectful to her boss. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn’t notice her situation. She hated the idea of others knowing her needs. Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann’s right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth, Karenna thought Do we seriously both need to piss right now? Mary-Ann hadn’t responded to Karenna’s statement yet, and seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up “Your thoughts?” “Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?” Karenna wasn’t satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner, she would take it. “I think that’s it for now, I’ll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up.” “I -uh, alright” Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, and her vagina as tight and contracted as she could get it. She threw her meeting notes over her desk and craned her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann’s office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann’s office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front her desk. She actually started to doubt that she was going to make it as she reached the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Pressing down on the handle and swinging the light door open in one motion, Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it, and when it finally let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process what just happened and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. They were navy blue, and from her perspective, they were still unscathed. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her bladder to her vagina. Karenna’s thoughts drifted back to work I hope Mary-Ann was really just checking the time. If I just cut in front of her for a piss, and took one from her… No. Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was checking the time and making sure she wasn’t late. This move was important for both of their careers, so obviously that would weigh on her mind. I’ve seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day’s work. She’s sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee…there’s no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It’s not like I didn’t just think that I’d be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There’s no way she needs to piss…right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for zoom meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn’t paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to get desperate to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and vaginal walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn’t done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, and hoped that she could just pay attention for an hour and a half. Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. It was like a goody bag. Karenna never knew who would be on the other line. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother’s old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn’t forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. The front door swung open and Karenna immediately recognized her as one of their more recent clients. A jovial woman, with brown eyes, brown hair and a round face, she beamed a wide smile at Karenna. “Hey! I just wanted to drop by and thank you guys for helping us out on the new place! We love it!” She presented a small box wrapped neatly in a bow and put it on Karenna’s desk. She was the first client that Karenna had done most of the work for, and to see her so happy with the work that she would even drop by like this was nearly overwhelming for Karenna. She got up from her desk and gave Samantha a friendly hug. “You guys! Thank you so much! What is it?” “Well, my sister just opened a little store around the corner, and she makes gifts, so I thought I’d support her and show my gratitude to you guys.” “Oh, it was nothing really, we get a few different applications every now and then, but you guys were super great with verifying all of that stuff.” In reality, it was a nightmare case, Justin, Samantha’s husband, was in the middle of an audit and his income had suddenly spiked in the past year. This had raised a number of red flags. Despite the pleasant nature of both of them, it was a challenging first client. “Is Mary-Ann here today?” Samantha asked innocently “She is, but she’s in a meeting, I’ll be sure to let her know you stopped by though.” “Thanks, she is such a badass. Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?” “Not at all” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched the woman walk causally towards it. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning, and now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. With just under a half hour to go, Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, her attorney marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn’t picked anything up. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Sitting back down at her desk, Karenna waived Samantha good-bye as the woman headed for the door, and began to work again. A couple of emails had come through, but nothing of any major urgency. Soon the phone rang, and this time, it was Mary-Ann’s property manager, Donovan. “Hey Karenna, we’ve got a bit of a situation over here at the Addison Street place, could you patch me though to Mary-Ann?” “She’s in a meeting, can I take a message?” “It’s really more important that I speak to her.” While Karenna was speaking with Donovan, Mary-Ann was seriously considering peeing in one of her wet bar cups. She was sure they couldn’t handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spirt of pee into her white panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn’t stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She spirted again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told her attorney to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed vaginal walls. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. “Karenna?” Mary-Ann’s voice was picked up by the landline’s local connection “Yes?” “We’re done here. It went through. I think we’re even taking you with us.” Mary-Ann started dribbling into her panties again “What do you mean you think?” “Just have to check with Sarah” Mary-Ann was too busy trying not to pee herself when Karenna’s future was discussed. Sarah would know though, that’s what attorneys are for. “…alright. By the way, Donovan called. The A/C is out at your complex. I have him on hold, should I send him on over?” Mary-Ann’s brief hope was dashed. The middle of the summer, and the A/C just went out. She wasn’t sure how long this would take, but she was almost sure it would take her relief away as a constant leak into her panties had begun. She could delay this call and attempt to run in heels like a mad woman through her office, and maybe make it. But her property wasn’t Donovan’s only managed one. If she didn’t take this called get this ordered today, her tenants could be without A/C for a week or even longer. “oh..yeah..that’s ok” it was a chance she had to take. In a moment her connection to Karenna was switched and she could hear to dial tone of a connecting call. But with the phone on a cord, her use of her alcohol glasses was out of the question. She attempted to stand in order to re-adjust herself, but she just lost another spirt, this one making through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. Using her chin and shoulder to hold the receiver in place, and shoving her hands into her crotch again, Mary-Ann said answered the phone weakly. “Ms. Mary-Ann! What’s going on?!” The friendly Donovan answered. “I heard the A/C was out” Was all Mary-Ann could muster “Yeah, I could repair the thing for less, but I have no guarantee…” He was talking but Mary-Ann could no longer listen, as she stood, now holding the phone with her right hand, and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. It was lost, and Mary-Ann knew it. Not caring how she sounded, she told her kind property manager: “Just replace it. Order it, don’t worry about cost. I’m busy, I got to go.” And hung up her the phone. She was going in her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all she could hear was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. After a few moments, she looked down again, and what she was doing hit her. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. In reaction to this she cut off the flow and jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. But Mary-Ann’s body had gone too far and was tired to bend to her will anymore and the leak started to become more forceful in her hand. She realized that now, all she wanted was relief. Dropping her remaining pretenses, she squatted by her desk. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. She had neglected to move her skirt, and once her urine had wet through her pantyhose, it started to spread across her butt and soaked through her skirt. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn’t care about the rug she was soiling. She didn’t even care that Karenna might be able to hear the hiss of her urine rushing though her tired vagina. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann rolled forward onto her knees and pushed the rest of her pee out, and along with whatever had collected in her skirt, she continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. She wanted to scream in relief. She was peeing the rest of her bladder’s contents out in an extreme jet of pee and the pleasure was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stop for the most part, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down her thighs. As Mary-Ann knelt she briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had just ignored a serious issue with one of her rentals, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. This wouldn’t be easy to explain away. And then there was Karenna. Mary-Ann couldn’t leave her office while she was there. Mary-Ann was her boss who had obviously just peed herself and she couldn’t even begin to imagine the social implications and the loss of her credibility if Karenna found her out. She at least had her gym clothes to change into, but they were in her car. She’d have to pass Karenna’s desk if she was going to get to them. In her assessment of the situation, Mary-Ann felt that it was important that Karenna didn’t find out first. She quickly hatched and idea. She stood up quickly and called Karenna’s line “Hey Karenna, I’m a little behind right now, I’m going to work though lunch. Could you hold my calls?” “Sure thing” “Oh, and what time were you planning on leaving today?” “Uh, why?” “I need to know what my schedule looks like today” “Five” That was how long Mary-Ann had to lock herself in her office, and how long she could try and deal with the massive dark stain that had formed right next to her desk. She had no towels or real way of drying it. She could pour alcohol on it and claim that a bottle broke. But she couldn’t actually break the bottle or Karenna would hear it. On the other hand, the lack of glass would make it a weak excuse. She decided to just leave it for now and have the rug steam cleaned by a national company. She could bear it if workers that she’d never know or meet again in life questioned why this stain smelled like pee, after all, she didn’t have answer them. Mary-Ann moved to sit back down in her office chair. As she made this motion, she felt her heels squish. She looked down, and could see where trails of pee had soaked her pantyhose all the way down into her heels. She bent down and struggled to slip them off. Disappointed and disgusted with herself she poured a pool of urine out of each heel, and added the dark stain on the rug that she had already made. Leaving her wet and probably ruined heels off, she sat back down in her office chair. It was wet from sweat and the strain of holding back her eventual defeat. Her skirt was wet as well. The best that Mary-Ann could do was hike it up and sit in her clammy chair, bested by her own body. She could feel her wet panties sticking to her genitals. Shame had finally been able to take hold, and she hid her face behind her hands. Karenna was wrong. Mary-Ann had been out of her meeting for almost an hour now, and when Karenna didn’t see her emerge from her office, she knew that her assumptions about this morning’s meeting were wrong. She felt better about the entire situation, that she hadn’t put her boss in a bad spot and that her own struggle was just that. Her own. She reached underneath her desk and pulled out her lunch container. She might be just an amateur cook, but Karenna was going to eat good while she could. As she worked on her lunch and work at the same time, she felt her bladder call out to her for the second time that day. Her occasional trips to the water cooler were catching up with her already irritated bladder. Despite its warning that she should relieve herself, she also started the soda that she had packed with her lunch. A few important emails had come through while she ate and drank. As she replied to the sales leads and searched her computer for related files, her bladder again gave her a signal that it would not be treated the same way it was this morning. Not wanting to squirm and dance in her chair again either, Karenna got up from her desk to relieve herself. Just as she did so, a call came through. She frowned. She hesitated for a moment as she considered letting the call go to her inbox so she could take a piss. However the primitive caller ID read: Darzi, Sarah Damn, she needed to take this. As she answered the phone, she stood in front of her desk and swayed her hips a bit. “Karenna, is Mary-Ann available? It’s very important.” “Sorry, she’s asked me to hold her calls this afternoon. I can take a message.” “I need to review some of the decisions she made today, with her. Are you sure you can’t get us in touch?” Karenna was squeezing her thighs together. She hated that she was desperate to piss again. “Let me see if she’ll make an exception for you. I also have a question for you. She wasn’t specific when I asked her if I was included in the move to her new company.” “Sorry Karenna, I can’t discuss that right now.” Karenna muttered to herself, her job status was in limbo, and she couldn’t get a straight answer. As she bounced her knees together, she put Sarah on hold and called Mary-Ann’s direct line. “Boss, Sarah’s on the line. She wants to discuss some of the decisions you made today.” Mary-Ann groaned. She knew she had messed something up. But what was she going to tell Sarah? Hey, sorry I messed up six months of planning, I was busy peeing my pants. Knowing she wasn’t in the right mindset, she told Karenna to set a time next week with Sarah to recap her apparent mistakes. It wasn’t the answer Karenna was looking for. She was hoping Mary-Ann would have taken the call so that she could go piss, but she set another time with Sarah. Bobbing her knees the entire time, in full view of the glass front door. When she hung up the phone, Karenna swiftly walked towards the bathroom. Paying attention to her belt, Karenna was sure to carefully remove it and pulled her grey suit pants and blue panties down. After lifting the toilet lid, she squatted over the bowl and began spraying her warm piss into the toilet bowl. She enjoyed feeling the pressure evaporate from her bladder as the hiss and sputter of her strong stream echoed against the water. Her jetting stream was nothing when compared to her effort in the morning, lasting a much shorter time before it slowed down and eventually stopped. Karenna contracted her bladder muscle again. Still, just a few drops slipped through her pink insides and fell into the toilet. She wiped, flushed, and pulled her suit pants and panties back over herself. She adjusted herself in the mirror and fixed her hair. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Mary-Ann could wait all this time. Nonetheless, she washed her hands, and felt ready to attack the rest of her day. Mary-Ann couldn’t tell if her soiled clothes were starting to dry or if she had just gotten used to the wetness down her legs and her clammy underwear sticking to her crotch. She sat at her computer, her legs spread wide to attempt to help dry the evidence of her accident. She had thought about peeling off her pantyhose and panties, but the question of hiding them for later and the vulnerable feeling of being naked in public was a bridge she didn’t want to cross. She attempted to work to drown out her own thoughts. It wasn’t the potential embarrassment that frightened her. She wanted to touch herself. She didn’t care why she felt that way, she didn’t want to think about it. Mary-Ann also began to feel the urge to pee again. For a moment she wanted to do it again. Just let go. Stand over her stained rug and feel that rush again. No. She attempted to bury the thought. She was not an animal. She wouldn’t give in to herself again. She needed a greater distraction. Mary-Ann decided to call Donovan back. She dialed his number and asked him to recap what the issue was this morning and apologized for acting so rushed. She omitted why. “Thanks for getting back to me Mary-Ann. Did Karenna tell you?” “What?” “The new unit is on back order, I can’t get one for about three weeks, but I could try and repair this unit in the meantime” “Sure that’s fine, just sign for it and I’ll reimburse you.” “Well, that’s the problem, the company won’t deliver the part I need without your signature, because you own the property. I need you here on site.” Mary-Ann’s heart sank. “What time?” “I can only be here for a little while” “Are you sure there’s no way you can take care of this?” “Sorry, it’s out of my hands” “..I know… and we need that part. Damn. Alright, I’ll head over there.” The two exchanged pleasantries and hung up. Mary-Ann’s fears compounded on themselves. She felt light headed. All she had left to hide her very obvious accident was luck. And now how was she supposed to change? If she got lucky and got by Karenna the first time, walking back in with her gym clothes certainly wouldn’t be an option. Mary-Ann decided to deal with that once she was on the road. First, she had to come up with a way to try and be stealthy about her exit. Or at the very least, professional. Maybe if she walked fast enough, Karenna wouldn’t notice a thing. Her skirt was black, but there was an obvious stain on her butt from crouching down and wetting through it. From the front her pantyhose had dark streaks running the length of her legs. She would have to move fast and rely on her skirts dark color. She called Karenna to let her know that she was needed at her rental and wouldn’t be back at the office. Karenna had hit the wall, it was that time of the afternoon in which everything slowed. With much of her work done for the day, she turned her attention to study. If she was going to dominate the mortgage industry like her boss, she should be asking questions. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than she heard the click of Mary-Ann’s office door. Mary-Ann’s throat was dry as she started her to walk by Karenna. She walked swiftly out of her office and towards the door. Hoping against hope that this would work. She passed Karenna, and when she didn’t say anything, Mary-Ann thought she might just get away with it. She was halfway to the door, and just passed Karenna’s desk. Karenna looked up, and began to ask Mary-Ann a question. She saw a stain on the back of her skirt as she walked by. She had to let her know before she went out. She must have sat on something. But what on earth could have made a stain that big? Karenna put two and two together. “Hey boss, did you.. um…did, you pee your pants?”
  5. Last summer when COVID looked like it was dying away, I started a part-time job again at a pool near me, being a swimming instructor (more like an adult supervisor haha). I was technically only the 'sidekick' but most of the time he was working with the little kids. These were lower-level "competitive" teams so my job mostly consisted of writing workouts, showing specific techniques and being a lifeguard so that these kids don't drown on themselves. It wasn't that bad. When I started the job, my shift covered a 1.5 hour session and a 30 minute break and then 2 one hour sessions afterwards. Bladder-wise this was a nice schedule. I got a half hour break in between the 2 classes. But after a couple of weeks, the class schedules changed. The same time slot that I was avaliable for was now hosting a 1.5 hour session, a 10 minute break, and then a 2 hour session another 10 minute break then a 40 minute session right after. So my shift ended up a half hour longer but I didnt really care at that point. The job paid well for a small pool and it was pretty easy. What I didn't think of was my bladder. This is how the first day on the new shift went: First was the same 1.5 hour session team I taught before. I was pretty happy to see a lot of familiar faces and a couple new ones. This one went without much issues. Where I figured wrong was that I could use the bathroom in the 10 minute break like I used to before. While I wasn't really desperate or anything, it was a level where I definitely did want to use the bathroom given the chances. But 10 minutes wasn't nearly enough time. There were no staff bathrooms or anything here, we used the same rooms as the kids which meant the changing/bathroom was packed after a session. It was a small pool but we still had around 30-42 kids on one "competition" session. The kiddy lesson area often had more kids too. The changing rooms were woefully inadequate. Maybe the boys changing room had a bit more space I don't know because our male instructors cleaned it up but the girls room had 8 private changing stalls, 1 private shower-room and 4 toilets. Between talking to parents and other girls using up the room, it wasn't long until the next session's kids began rolling into the changing room. So now I was on to the next session. This was a slightly lower level session than the previous which meant I had to be in the water for more. Pain. I shrugged off the creeping urges. This being their first day, I had to go review through all the strokes before setting them free around for practice. I sat down on a plastic chair at the end of the pool. 1 workout after, I stood up to go to the whiteboard on the side of the pool to write a new workout which is when it struck me that I had to pee. About half an hour of the class had passed and I was feeling it. I pressed my luck a bit since I didn't see any other options. This and that happened and I had to get in the water a couple more times which was awful - about another hour had passed. My resting position had become a bouncing cross leg and I started looking around for the other instructor. He's over at the kiddie pool section teaching kids. Crap. Nobody else is at this pool with lifeguard training and I can't leave these kids without a life guard swimming so if I wanted to go I would need to pull everyone out of the pool. Its one thing to do this at the start of class, its a whole other issue to do this in the middle of class, in front of parents watching through a glass window on the far side. As time ticked on I was trying to hold back waves of desperation. I started farting involuntarily while sitting (it was silent thank god). All the splashing was getting in to my ears and I was beginning to think about what would happen if I had to rescue someone - the answer was pee everywhere in the pool and the thought of it kept creeping up on me. In the worst stroke of luck I've pulled that entire year probably, a kid asked me to demonstrate something we we're trying to do just as soon as the kiddie pool session was being over, aka when the other instructor was free. I swear to god I was so irrationally mad at that kid after I realized that he was gone when I finished showing them. But anyways, while I was doing the demonstration, the other instructor had dismissed his class and then left through the boys changing room to greet the parents in the main hall. No chance of calling him over now and I'm dripping wet now. By the time class was over, you could see a bulge through my one piece. It was aching badly. I covered myself up in a towel to wipe myself off, as I opened the changing room door and was greeted by a stream of cold air. I quickly stepped aside the door and held myself under the cover of the towels. I was so close to leaking but I had barely managed it. I honestly surprised myself. Holding it for this long was an odd case for me. I awkwardly greeted the parents as fast as I could without looking rude or uh.. you know.. really really desperate. But the worst part was that the 10 minutes was gone in a snap again and awaiting me was another 40 minutes of hell. And compared to the last 2 sessions this one was hell because this was a kiddie pool class. If before I got to sit down and stay relatively still and only give instructions between workout sets or demonstrations, I would have to constantly be on the move managing kids, yell at them to please dear god not dip their feet in the deep pool, and be in the water at all times. Even if I didn't want to drink any water, I had to, otherwise my throat would be way too dry to do anything. My one piece was nothing special, being for work after all but that didn't mean it was tightly pressing on my bladder. The longest I've held my pee in a while and here I was doing this. I won't go into much detail because I was trying my best to stay as professional and helpful as possible but I think the fact that 3 different boys at some point asked if I needed a "potty break" says enough about me during the lesson. Legs bouncing constantly, unable to stand still for even a moment, I'm going to admit I may have leaked a little too... I was restlessly standing by the end of the pool when I suddenly started just peeing. I had to quickly sit on the drains at the ledge (I'm so sorry kids). When this class finished I had held it in for about 4.5 hours. Honestly, thats one of my longest I've ever held it - and it was in a pool oh my god. I've wet myself numerous times, at various points of my life, within 2 hours or less just to put this into perspective. I lost it in 2.5 hours just yesterday trying to hold it in! I grabbed 2 towels as I went to go meet the parents. One was covered around my body as normal, the other I tucked between my legs and shoved my left hand into it. I leaned against a wall so that the parents couldn't see the towel slowly getting warm and wet. The waves of desperation were hitting me every 20 seconds and leaking every time. I felt pee slowly starting to drip down my legs getting past the little protection the towel could offer. It was running past my hands straight down. I walked back into the changing room after finishing up with the parents as quick as I could after that. Another cold gust of air hit me but I didn't care, whats the difference of adding +1 to the urge when its already at infinity. I quickly walked over to the bathrooms but it was full and several children had lined up. Some parents were in the room looking after their kid (they were really young after all). I let out a smile but I'm sure it was obviously pained. I leaned next to the wall connecting the bathroom. I adjusted my hold and towel but it wasn't much better. Almost as if my bladder was now a uncloseable gate, no matter how hard I tried, pee just kept dribbling. It didn't flow fully, just kept dripping like there was a small hole. Desperation waves were not a thing, it just kept coming. Not wanting to wet myself infront of all my students and parents, I ran out of the changing room, probably leaving a pee trail. When I opened the door to the pool again, I ran into another girl. She stopped working after like a week so I have no idea who she was or exactly what she did, but having lost all other thoughts in my mind jokingly said to her "the bathrooms are all full and I really have to go now maybe I should jump in the pool" to which she semi seriously and semi jokingly replied with "if you want your hair stuck in the drain go for it". Great. I can't go into a emptying pool thats just a straight safety hazard. Last thing I need is to land the news with the headline of "lifeguard drowns herself trying to pee". So here I am, awkwardly standing because I can't sit anymore, doing a fully pee dance with my legs and hands grabbing my crotch with the towel as pee is leaking out. I had somehow managed to sit down on the plastic chair to reduce some strain at the cost of a pretty loud splash of pee and maybe enough pee and leaked out of me but I regained control. time felt like eternity ticking by but now I was met with a dilemma. I tried standing up but immediately lost control and panicking loudly let my butt hit the chairand stumbled to hold my crotch. This time the girl from before shouted "DONT TELL ME YOU'RE ACTUALLY PEEING", I was so embarrassed but I couldn't reply back. All my concentration was on not letting it all out in front of her. My face grew really warm as I realized that some people from the parent viewing area mightve seen me or heard the girl. I looked at the clock... 5 minutes had passed... I really wanted to just stand up and run towards the bathrooms but I was scared that I'd be greeted by the kids or their parents as I was peeing down my legs. But then it began happening regardless. Suddenly pee began rolling down my legs at a rate I could not control so I just stood up and ran to the bathroom either way, it was all coming out anyways. Luckily the changing room had cleared itself out. A couple girls were still in the stalls though. My pee trails were all covered up by the genuine water trails left by the kids but that didn't change the fact that 4.5 hours worth of pee was now coming out of me involuntarily. I kept trying to grab myself but pee leaked around it. I finally ran into the last stall, didn't close the door, open the toilet lid or anything and just let loose. Good news was that despite the mess I was making, it didn't go to the other stalls because the place was designed with numerous drains to capture the water from the pool. The bad news was that the toilet was now ruined and guess who was cleaning that up. Obviously me, I work there haha. So uh.. that became one really long post, but I haven't posted much for a while now and heres my intro story. Probably one of the longest I've ever held it- and it was in a pool- and in public I'm honestly still kinda proud I held it for this long looking back at it but the aftermath was really bad. Not the cleaning aftermath- my bladder aftermath. I swear to god I couldn't hold in anything for like the next 2 days and I blame this. I might write another story on these 2 days because I don't know whos desperate like 20 times in 2 days. By the way, I didn't wet myself (at least in the pool) after this day. I ran through my schedule with the other instructor so I could pass the class to him before his class started and after it finished so that I'd get to pee. Also complained later to get the sessions for the next season changed but due to omnicron picking it back up I found a less risky place to work anyways.
  6. Hi! I'm new here, well, not 'new-new' I've been into omorashi since I was young, before I even knew it was a thing, but I'm a grown-ass adult now so I'm finally here freaking doing this! I wanted to start by asking... does anyone here like the 'just made it' scenarios? Although I guess I'll get more specific about what I'm into. I LOVE desperation, I mean the desperation is everything, the holding, the whines/whimpers/moans of pain and annoyance, the POTTY DANCING, and I love-love it when desperation borders into true desperation and the holder is clearly leaking (really badly no less) and/or about to leak and needs to find release SOMEHOW and proceed to find a sneaky place to pee at, or even do it in a receptacle or something else unconventional. For example, a male could something to pee in, like a bottle or even hide somewhere to whip it out or something like that. Same for a female, needing to find like a bucket or cup to pee in, or also having to sneak away to pee someplace, SOME way to pee so that way they don't lose it. I LOVE it when they lose it though, I am fond of that too, but just making it is probably my favorite, especially if there is still embarrassment and especially if a witness is there to see them make it in time in hilarious or mortifying ways. Who else likes the just make it scenarios? Feel free to share any specific just made it scenarios too by the way!
  7. What are some of the most memorable bed wettings any of you have had? From getting caught to the best feeling to being embarrassed or aroused. What are some of the ones that really stick in your mind? Either a story of your own or one you’ve heard?
  8. I'm looking for some videos from an older omo video creator. Apperantly, his name was Jbcrane4, and he had his videos up on Xvideos before they were taken down. If anyone could help me find more videos, that would be amazing!! Here are the videos I've found so far: https://biguz.net/watch.php?id=3016619&name=young-teen-desperate-to-piss%2C-tried-to-hold-it https://biguz.net/watch.php?id=8750217&name=sooo-desperate-to-pee-but-locked-out https://thisvid.com/videos/young-teen-very-desperate-to-pee-couldn-t-hold-it2/ https://thisvid.com/videos/male-pants-wetting-compilation/ (at 8:36)
  9. It was a quiet afternoon and the 2:00 p.m. newscast was being broadcast entirely live and about to move on to the entertainment section. Michelle, who had not been on the television station for more than two months, was the presenter of the afternoon shows and until that day she had done a good job, but clearly that day something unexpected would happen that would mark her work for a good time. She used to go to the bathroom before going on screen but this time she was a little late and the time before going on air did not allow her to go to the bathroom so she would have to fight to hold her bladder and not humiliate herself on national television That day she wore a one-ounce skirt purple with white polka dots, also light purple panties, white socks and white tennis shoes Her desperation came from drinking two cups of coffee at home, three glasses of water at home, and still a 600-milliliter bottle of iced tea on the way to work. She went live visibly desperate to pee but she would do her best to ignore it but the slurred speech resulting from her wouldn't help much She would give notes like the conflict between Johnny Depp and Amber Heard or that Alfredo Adame went viral again for nonsense She obviously couldn't take the piss much longer and her body language gave her away, added to the fact that she didn't speak fluently as usual. At one point he began to talk about the consequences to Will Smith for what happened at the Oscars when suddenly a stream of piss begins to come out of his innards.And on the television screens it was visible that she was peeing and she at one point forgot that she was live and took her hands with everything and skirt wetting her in the process She was very embarrassed and left the forum crying and on her way home where she would change and write her resignation letter in order to get away from public life until what happened is forgotten but in that she receives a call from her superior saying that her accident increased the ratings and now she will have to pee on herself once a week, she doubts it at first but decides to accept the offer but she would take care of making them memorable The end part two coming soon
  10. (1/2) Amethyst has been holding it in for a while now, but when she finally decides to go she runs into some unexpected delays. Over the course of her time living among humans, Amethyst has found that she sometimes enjoys holding her pee. Even though she doesn’t need to, she will drink the occasional soda or drink for the taste, and eventually it has to come out. She usually goes to the bathroom before it starts to bother her, but she’s found that if you hold it in for a while and then let it out, the relief you feel afterwards is amazing. This is one of those times. For the first time in a while, she has nothing to do today and Steven and the other gems are out, so she’s just been sitting on the couch aimlessly watching TV. There’s nothing to get distracted from right now, so she’s been drinking a lot more than usual to get a good amount of pee built up. At first she doesn’t feel any different, only the normal urge to go to the bathroom, nothing too uncomfortable. It’s only when she shifts her position that she really feels the pressure in her bladder. At some point one of her legs starts fidgeting, with her knee rocking back and forth as she sits on the sofa. At this point, it’s been over a full day since Amethyst has started drinking. Ordinarily she would have gone to the bathroom a while ago, but she hasn’t had to pee this badly in a while, and she’s not about to waste it. As it gets later and later into the afternoon she starts to think more and more about her need to go. When to let it out, where to let it out, how much pee she has stored up inside her, how good it’s going to feel, how much longer she’ll be able to wait… Suddenly her legs jolt closed. Amethyst feels a warm dribble in her leggings, and immediately shoves a hand into her crotch. She suddenly feels all the pressure waiting to be released and thinks, Okay…oh yeah, I think I have to let this out now. She stands up from the couch, slowly, carefully, and it dawns on her how badly she really needs to go. Oh yeah, I have to go now. Amethyst had been thinking about peeing in the ocean. She would walk out onto the beach until she was knee-deep in the water, kneel down, and just pee right out in the open; she would let the water wash over her legs and let everything get swept out by the tide. But now she’s having serious doubts she can even make it all the way to the shore without bursting, or at least without leaving a conspicuous trail through the house and down the beach. Even if she does make it, there’s always the chance of being seen; Steven might be coming home soon, and she’d rather not have him or anyone else catch her like this. Almost annoyed, Amethyst has no other choice but to relieve her bladder in the toilet. Just as she’s made up her mind to rush into the bathroom, she hears a familiar voice announce, “Hello Amethyst, have you completed your task for today?” Just as Pearl walks in the front door Amethyst sits, almost falls, back onto the couch and quickly takes her hand out from between her legs. Between removing her hand and the sudden sloshing in her bladder, she almost loses control. Another bit of pee escapes her, even as she twists her legs around each other, squeezing them together to keep the floodgates closed. Huh? What is Pearl talking about? Today was finally the day I had nothing to do, why is she here right now? Come on, why now!? Amethyst says nothing at first. She clenches her teeth and gives Pearl what she hopes is a neutral look. She was just about to go and let her pee out, and now she has to wait for who knows how much longer because Pearl is lecturing her about something. Her legs start bouncing up and down. She can’t remember exactly what Pearl is talking about, it takes all her focus to keep her bladder from bursting. “Don’t tell me you forgot?” Pearl continues “It’s your turn to check up on Peridot at the barn.” She keeps her voice even, but for some reason Amethyst can’t help but find it mocking. “No, I didn’t forget!” Amethyst protests, raising her voice perhaps a bit too much. Why do we even need to do this anyway? It’s not like she’s gonna try and do anything on her own... Her train of thought trails off, she desperately wants Pearl to just go away, even just for a minute so she can run to the bathroom. “Yes you did, I can tell from the look you’re giving me,” Pearl replies. She doesn’t seem to have anything more to say but she doesn’t leave. Amethyst gets even more impatient. Oh my god, why isn’t she leaving? Come on let me go piss, I can’t wait like this forever! A minute ago she felt like she felt like she could barely hold it even while squeezing her bladder, and now Pearl is standing there staring at her and she can’t even do that. She keeps pressing her thighs together, and her leg keeps jiggling in place. “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll go do it, you happy now?” she whines. “No, I’m not. You’ve already forgotten once, I want you to go right now.” “Alright, I said I’d do it!” As Amethyst says this, she starts to rock back and forth while sitting. It helps her hold a little bit, but after a second she stops, and her need becomes all the more apparent. “Right now,” the tall gem repeats. The weight of Pearl’s gaze fixed on her is almost as uncomfortable as the weight on her bladder. Yeah, I’d like to go right now, but I need you to leave first! What is she supposed to do? Amethyst isn’t about to make a show of grabbing her crotch and dancing her way over to the bathroom right in front of Pearl. Every second the wait gets more and more agonizing. If she doesn’t do something soon Pearl is going to start asking more questions, why she’s fidgeting and squirming, why she’s being so curt, why seems so…uncomfortable. At this point another spurt has made it into her leggings since she let go of her bladder, and pretty soon forgetting to do her chores will be the least of her worries. She tries not to imagine how mad Pearl would get if she suddenly soaked the couch and left a huge puddle all over the floor; the thought doesn’t bring Amethyst any comfort. If only she had gone a minute sooner! If only she had peed outside when she had the chance! Wait, that’s it! She can just find a place anywhere outside at the barn and pull down her pants and let everything out. Amethyst abruptly gets up and blurts out “Alright, alright, alright, I’ll go do it!” the words flowing much faster than normal. At the same time, she starts to sprint over to the warp pad. As she runs and her thighs slide past each other she feels another tiny leak in her pants, but it doesn’t matter compared to the relief she’s headed towards. “Pearl you’re a genius!” she calls out behind her. “Well I’m not sure what prompted that, but thank you.”
  11. So I have seen various posts from females about someone controlling their bladder, making them hold it in, telling them when and how much to drink and not being allowed to pee until the controller allowed them to pee! I've been wanting and trying to do this with a female for a very long time! So if there are any females out there (or you are one of the ones that made a post like that) please inbox me as I am VERY interested in doing this with you! Also you can control my bladder either after or during the time that I am controlling yours! I e just always wanted to make a female hold it in! It would be Soo amazing and incredibly sexy and fun! I WILL definitely without a doubt make you pee yourself! I will be making it very challenging for you and you will literally beg me to let you pee.. but I will not let you go when you want to go! And when you do pee, it WILL be in your panties! So to any females interested in this little game, both being the one whose bladder gets controlled and being the one in control, then please message me! Only if you're serious and we will definitely play because I'm really looking for a female to play omorashi games with!
  12. Hey guys Wanted some inputs/advice, on something that I am experimenting with. A little background Im a guy, I've been into wetting/peeing, basically everything pee/toilet related, ever since I can remember(many years). I have tried various stuff with my partner as well. This fulfills like about 85% of my fetish needs . My biggest turn on, is desperation, and then seeing a girl wet herself, running down her legs all in a very girly fashion if you know what I mean. Somehow I always wanted to experience this for my self. I stumbled upon a video of a guy wetting himself in girls clothes. Even though I am straight, and not a crossdresser myself, I really enjoyed his videos. That kind of made me want to try it out myself. I tried once the other day, but it's really harder than it seems to make it feel authentic. I'd really love to hear some tips/or experiences. Like how do your hide "your stuff" etc.. or do you just leave "it" My experience so far: I made an attempt in the shower earlier this week, but for some reason I couldn't go. Yesterday I had a little bit better results, I was very desperate, almost wet myself as I was getting ready to jump in the shower(unfortunately I was not alone so it had to be in the shower). I tried to make it "look authentic" you know... But I couldn't go.... even though I really really had to pee. I had to start out like a guy, and then slowly push things backwards and knees together etc. Then it kind of worked, Man! the feeling of peeing backwards like a girl, it was amazing. So I'd really love to make it work. I really hope someone is feeling the same way and want to share some advice! Cheers! P
  13. My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )
  14. Warning nudity So I have had the day to myself,no work and kids in kindergarten/school, and boyfriend working ! This don't happen so often, but when it does I just want to be naughty! So today I wanted to hold untill I loose controll and have a semi public pee When I was finally alone I wanted to do the best out of my day so I ate and drank 2 gasses 0.3l of water. I went to the gym for 40 min with pt. And bought 0.5l drink after the workout. I went to a gymclothes store and bought new gymclothes, lost 10 kg the last year so wanted to treat me a litle. In the store I started to feel that I needed to pee, but just a litle. Drove home and drank a litlebit more water and had som more food. Then I changed out of my gym clothes and put on a dress and cut my pantyhose so my pussy would be free underneath the dress. I went to the mall, had birthday few weeks ago and got some money I could spend on my self! I bought new underwear. When choosing what I wanted to try my need for a pee raised from 8 to 9 and in the changing room I almost leaked. Had my dress between my legs so I had something to hold with while trying on the bra ! IKnew that I had to go out now. It was few people before me in the queue and I felt I my pussy getting wetter, but no leaks yet. Finally it was my turn and I could not stand still any more. I paid and hurried out of the mall. Just needed to get out. But outside it was crowded of people. Remember it was nice park with benches not to far away. But had to walk past the police station first. Now I could feel I was almost almost on my breaking point. Walked to the first bench.... when I saw the sign it just got painted. Shiiit shiit shiiit. I was sending SC to few of my naughty friends. And just stood there and was not sure what to do, then it came the local alcoholics so I knew I had to hurry, just somewhere... it is another park up a hill that I just had to try to get to.... I did not make it. I was in the middle of the hill when thr firs leaked came, and another leak and I peed for 10 sek before I could stop. Then had to check if anybody had seen me, dry my legs a litle and finding better place to pee cause I still had alot left. thankfully nobody walked by this bench while I sat there. And peed some more. Then my phone called and a familyfriend asked if I could drive her home from town. ofc. I could... thankfully it was wind and sun so my pantyhose dried fast. while sitting in the car I could feel I was not empty. So I had to hold while I drove her home, without her noticing. finally I was home, but I could not get out of my car. So I grabbed a towel from my gymbag witch was still in the car since earlier. And manege to put it under me after one leak. After few more leaks I was able to get out the car and home, where I had some more fun hope you enjoyed my day
  15. Sorry about any canon inconsistencies. I was too tired to look into them when I wrote this. Toyohiro was beyond stressed. a crowd of curious people had formed around his tower as if he was some sort of freak or art exhibit. Normally. he wouldn't care too much and just ignore them, but he was having one of those days. He was highly irritable and just wanted to be left alone. Eventually, the crowd struck a nerve with him and he told them to leave. although a bit rudely, telling them to, "fuck off," because he was tired and wanted to rest. Nobody listened to him. some even laughed. Enraged, he tried to scare the people off by yelling and throwing things at them, but it only seemed to amuse them further. The frustrating part was that, unlike stand users, he couldn't;'t attack them. Eventually, he gave up and decided to fake sleep, hoping they'd go away. Time passed and people had come and gone, but still a crowd. Not Toyohiro was nervous. He hated to admit it to himself, but he really had to pee, and with all these people around, including children, if he were to just whip it out and go, he could get into some serious trouble, nevermind the though of someone seeing or possibly even photographing his dick. He shook his head at the thought and continued to silently pray that they would leave. Oddly enough, all the eyes on him made his bladder ache with need. The fact that he was unable to relieve himself was only making his need more powerful. Toyohiro growled to himself as the weight in his abdomen increased. He was filling. his tiny muscles fought against the liquid pressure as the urine urged itself to be let out. He sat still, unable to to anything else but grip the tower and tremble. Eventually, his bladder was swollen, and the fullness was visible through his clothing. Toyohiro groaned and crossed his legs. It was getting hard to hold and it was beginning to hurt. People had begun to take pictures. He would never live it down if a photo of him urinating all over himself started circling around. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he bit his lip to keep them held back. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He was grateful that they couldn't hear his whimpers and sniffles. Desperation catching up to him, he threw his hands between his legs to help hold it in, shame burning his face. The crowd was starting to catch on to his need now, with some people feeling bad and leaving while others began recording or mocking him. Ugh. This was why he hated people so much. Toyohiro shouted curses at them and felt himself starting to cry. He couldn't help it. This really sucked. It seemed like there was only one way out, and it was even worse than things already were. He gulped and pulled his knees up to his chest, burrying his face in them. This was it. He wasn't able to hold it much longer. Toyohiro began to shake violently, pain stinging his abdomen. His bladder was huge and strained inside him, the muscles holding the weight of the fluid ready to give out. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the inevitable, and sure enough, after a desperate yelp, piss burst from him with an urgent force he was unable to stop. He could feel his bladder shrinking and let out quiet moans of relief. Letting it out felt so good. His clothes soaked and urine began raining down on the crowd, which had errupted wit chatter and other commotion that Toyohiro was too distressed to distinguish. He began sobbing into his knees. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed, people leaving the site, and looking up, Toyohiro noticed a police officer shooing them away form the area. As relieving as this was, he was scared as well. Was he going to be in trouble? Once the crowd was gone, he saw something weird happen. The officers body began to change. That's when it hit him. This was the alien he'd met a while back. Mikitaka. The pale figure approached cautiously. Toyohiro ducked his face back into his knees. "It is alright...It was nothin you could help. you did no wrong." the alien spoke softly, "Please do not feel ashamed," "I..." Toyohiro sniffled. When he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he lost it. He broke down in humiliated sobs and latched onto them, burrying his face in their chest. Mikitaka just help him and let him cry as much as he needed.
  16. I am so sorry in advance to those who read...whatever this is 10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. Why was this happening to him?? All he wanted was to go home, but for some reason, somehow, he kept getting into impossible situations today... He first realized he’d had to go about 6 hours ago. He’d been walking along the street from his job and decided to stop by a café to have a quick snack and let it out, only to find that the restrooms were out of order. Although slightly embarrassed, Kira thought it no big deal and played it off. He decided, then, to just walk home and use the restroom there. Unfortunately, about a third of the way there and an hour later, Kira found the sidewalk on the way to his house was undergoing construction, and he wouldn’t be able to walk that way. Not wanting to draw too much attention by walking on the grass around the site, he decided to take a detour. By then, Kira's need was beginning to become more present, and he was feeling irritated at his failure to have already relieved himself. He increased his walking pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible. Kira very much disliked the feeling of a full bladder. The pressure underneath his stomach was just so uncomfortable to him, nevermind the light arousal that came after being full for longer than usual. It made it so hard to look normal, and Kira hated negative attention…It was so embarrassing. Wetting himself with a hard-on in public would have to be one of the worst things Kira could imagine happening to him. Unluckily for him, It was the detour that proved to be what crossed this line of arousal for Kira's body. About half an hour into his alternative route, Kira was stopped once more. This time, a crime scene with an ongoing investigation. “No way this can be happening!” Kira thought to himself, astonished at the poor timing. Kira wanted nothing to do with the police, and so, having no way else home, turned back in search of public facilities, however, once back where he started near the road construction on his original path home, Kira felt the pressure in his body hit a certain sweet spot, sending pleasure through his body. He gulped, “No…I can’t let this happen to me…I must hurry to a restroom before it becomes noticeable…” Kira thought, now facing the threat of both public erection and pants wetting. He began nearly jogging by shops, pleading with the world that one would have a publicly available place to go. He could no longer go to places that required a purchase, as he’d used up the last of his pocket cash on the café meal. Kira was becoming distressed. Another hour passed with no luck, and both ways home were still off-limits. Kira was flushed and visibly uncomfortable as arousal clouded his mind. Why? Why did it feel so good? Kira wanted to disappear. His desperation now visible, he felt as though he’d already lost. He had to wear his jacket around his waist to hide his erection and felt miserable. It had really been 9 hours... Kira couldn’t remember that last time he’d gone this long without urinating. It was starting to hurt and it was getting hard to hold back. He had to focus on straining his body to hold back the flood within. Kira felt himself sweating from the sheer effort it took to clench the tiny muscles shut. His body wanted so badly to give in to the sheer amount of urine sitting inside him. He was beyond full. He spent the next hour pacing desperately, silently praying for a solution to his urgent problem. Now…10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. It was leaking now! I was leaking so bad that his boxers were becoming damp. Kira wanted to cry. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer than this. He needed to think fast. Subtly pee-dancing, Kira used all his self-restraint not to grab himself, instead, balling his fists against his thighs as he nearly doubled over. It was painfully obvious now that the man needed to urinate despite his self control. Kira saw no other way out of this. He had to approach someone's house; something that he, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t think twice about doing. He knocked on the door of a random resident with great urgency, squirming in place, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could just vanish. This was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done! A kind looking young man opened the door and before Kira could say a word, he felt himself beginning to cry. Unable to speak, he did the unthinkable and pressed his hands between his legs to convey the seriousness of his need. The man seemed to understand and carefully helped him inside. That’s when the worst happened. Kira just couldn’t hold it back a moment longer. With a pained, humiliated groan, he fell to the floor as it all began forcefully gushing out of him. He trembled and cried on his hands and knees, still unable to speak as it happened. The heat filling his pants certainly didn’t help with his now only semi-hard dick. The sound of urine pooling beneath him was loud in all the worst ways, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the utter relief of his poor strained bladder finally relaxing as it drained its overwhelming contents. The feeling was so great that Kira's hands tensed as if they were trying to grip the floor beneath him. He shuddered and sighed. Finally, when the stream slowed to a stop, Kira felt the man's hand rubbing his back. “Are you alright, sir? Do you want me to call someone for you?” “I’m so, so sorry!” was the only thing the mortified Kira could manage before he burst into tears once more.
  17. The worst part was that half the time, Kim didn’t even realize he was doing it. Avoiding the bathroom, holding his bladder as long as possible, had simply become a routine of his life. It had started long before he had transitioned, and had reason to avoid public restrooms. Denying himself, restricting himself- it was simply another way of granting himself control over his life. A way to achieve perfection. But now there was another half hour left in the work day and Kim’s leg was juddering desperately beneath his desk and he knew he was going to lose it. The sensation had stabbed him all at once in the midsection as he was working on his- and Harry’s- reports. An idle fidgeting became all too clear to himself as a last ditch effort to contain himself. The need he had ignored first hours ago was now a full-fledged demand that would not go ignored. But now there was nothing to be done about it. There were usually a couple windows of time where Kim could assure himself that nobody would be in the bathroom, but as they neared the end of the day, more and more would be making their last visits before the drive home. Kim would simply have to hold it, pretending to work late, and hope for the best. It would be fine. He’s done this before. He’s made it through tough situations and waited until the last possible second he would be fine. He crossed his legs tightly beneath the desk and snuck a hand between his thighs. Oh god, he was not going to be fine. He felt like he could feel the first betraying drops of piss pressing down his urethra now. He clenched desperately around it, his fingers finding his pants to press the seam into himself. He could just see it now, the heat spreading, trickling down his thighs, making a mess of the floor, making a mess of himself- Harry thunked down heavily in the chair in front of Kim’s desk, pulled around so the back of the chair was positioned artfully backwards. His brows were knitted together in that way where he knew something was wrong with Kim, but he couldn’t quite place all the pieces. It did the trick to snap Kim out of his own anxious spiral, but the momentary lapse of concentration had a small spurt jetting into his jeans. Kim’s tongue felt thick. “Wh- what?” Harry had said something, hadn’t he? “Are you okay?” Harry echoed, leaning over the back of his chair lightly to speak lowly to Kim. “I’m fine- I’m simply-” A million excuses flew through Kim’s mind, but they all fell flat to the floor as Kim felt another leak welling up. He clenched his jaw in abject desperation but it was useless, as he felt a slow trickle of fluid spreading through the fabric directly underneath his fingers. Kim made a soft, choked sound. “Kim?” Harry sounded concerned, now, his hands resting on the edge of Kim’s desk like he were ready to throw himself into action. “The bathroom,” Kim rasped. He needed to. He needed Harry’s help if he was going to get out of this. “I n-need you to- watch the door for me. Make sure no one comes in.” Harry looked bewildered, but Kim had diverted the last shreds of his concentration to containing his flood. Harry swung his head around to check the rest of the office for onlookers- none too conspicuously, mind you- before his attention was similarly placed on Kim’s predicament. He came around the desk to Kim’s side, flapping some incoherent word, but Kim didn’t have the time for it. He stood, slowly and shakily, and hobbled his way to the bathroom, Harry darting around him in anxious succession. It was torturous. He had to stop several times as his bladder threatened to let go again and again, but Kim knew he was running out of time. He couldn’t stop- anyone could come by at any time and he needed to move, now, before he got himself in a bigger mess. He finally made it to a stall, having left Harrier at the door to the communal space. He didn’t have the time or grip to spare closing the stall door- he wasn’t sure he even had enough to get his pants down. His privacy would just have to be sacrificed for what remained of his dignity. There was no way he was going to get out of this completely dry. He was just going to have to be quick. He took a few, quick breaths before pulling his hands free from their trap between his thighs. He unbuttoned his jeans and tore them down quickly as he began to leak sporadically, thick lines gushing down his thighs. He positioned himself quickly over the toilet bowl, gasping and pressing his hands into the stall walls, thighs trembling in his desperate, hissing release. The relief was delicious. It was orgasmic. Kim found himself moaning weakly, all the life wrung out of him. He panted in the last few haphazard dribbles, his bladder too exhausted to accurately judge when he was emptied. He waited a few moments longer, peering out cautiously to the bathroom as he headed to wash his hands. No one had entered- good. At least he had that much to himself. The damage to his pants was miniscule, but still disappointing. He’d be able to hide it, but not from himself. He knew what he’d done, how he’d shamefully lost precious control over himself. He stepped outside to face Harrier, finding the other more red-faced than usual. Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, a nervous grin on his face. “Really had to go, huh?” “Hm,” was all Kim said, adjusting his glasses and heading back for his desk.
  18. ————————————————————— Hello everyone, I’ve been working on this story for a few days and realized that I’m going to make it a two-parter because I feel that it’s a bit long. But also because the second part is a little more sexually explicit and wanted to know if folks would want to read it — I know some prefer wetting with seldom sexually explicit behaviors and others who do prefer it outright — so I’ve decided to leave it out until folks actually do look forward to reading more. Moreover, delaying the second part allows me more time to detail its content, which will inextricably make it even longer — but, hey, the more detail, the better. The details will focus mostly on explicating, to the best of my knowledge and empathy, the internal sensations of the characters. Thanking for clicking on and reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Edit history: fixing missed typos and/or contradictions. —HG P.S. Of course, I was super desperate while writing this, why wouldn’t I be? I made sure to pull up a chair into the bathtub, sit down and wonderfully release it all into my black leggings! *Wink**Wink*————————————————————— Rush or Gush Riley and Taylor burst out of their car. Riley recklessly discarded it halfway in the driveway and halfway on the front lawn of their home, leaving behind her driver’s door swung wide open. Taylor sprints the front door and struggles to yank the keys from her pocket, her right hand wrangling with the tight entry of her front right pocket. She advantageously positions herself — leaning her left body against the door frame — to guarantee her first entry upon the door flying open, imminently. She, extremely desperate for a pee, nervously fiddles with her bundle of keys chained together, looking for the key to ultimately relieve herself inside. She presses her petite thighs together and hops a light march in place; her washed, skintight light-blue jeans audibly swishing out from the friction between her thighs. Riley, upon noticing Taylor’s shrewd maneuvers, thrusts Taylor aside right-wards, stealing her place— “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the lock so I can open the door!”, Taylor throwing attitude at her. “What, so that you can get to the toilet first—I see the trick you’re pulling!”, Riley mocks, thinking she’s got her all figured out. “H-He—Move. Out. Of. TheeeEEE.. WAY!”, Taylor slamming and raising her voice into Riley at the front door with every word, the last of which she harshly shoves her elbow hard into her right side, pushing her aside, leftwards, and out of the way, regaining her ground. Riley, thrusted into an imbalance and about to tip over falling onto her left, swiftly shifts her right leg behind her left, as if to achieve a supportive lunge and catch her balance, instead bumps it into her left leg and tips over, quickly twisting her back to the momentum of the fall, fear-dribbling a leak mid-flight on the way down. She gasps a sharp puff of air through teeth as her butt plops itself harshly onto the concrete, the latter transferring her butt-force momentum back into her pelvis whilst the momentum of her rib cage comes springing downwards simultaneously against the bloated bladder lodged therein, causing her tender belly to protrude anteriorly: it forcefully squirts out her panty-less opening a hissy stream of piss through the fabric of her light-grey leggings; its stream so swift it goes right through the fabric and audibly sprays the concrete with a forward hose-like spatter, out from between her spread slim thighs. She swiftly stoops her head and, lifting her white shirt slightly — exposing her pale yet red-tinged swollen waist — to clearly glance below, dropping her jaw at the sudden and uncontrollable flood of warmth following her hard squirt engross the sides of her crotch, unable to close her flood gates as she so desperately tried. She feels her warmth slow down, through her half-flexed sphincter, to an erratic flow of urination while she tried to cease it, growing from the tiny wet patch the hard-squirt shot therefrom into a shiny dark pad-sized splotch painted over her crotch, subtly flowing upwards just short of her bare-shaven pubic bone while it flows down into her butthole and crack, and slightly outwards down the inseams of her upper thighs. Her yellow stream visibly flowing out of her dark splotch-covered crotch like the weak stream of a water fountain spout barely flowing and dribbling back on itself. The concrete below her accepts the contents of her glittering gooch, darkening a basketball-wide circular pool of bright yellow beneath her pelvis. Riley, shocked by the jolt of the fall and, upon realizing she’s letting out too much in her confounding, snaps back and forcefully ceases her urination, hurting her urethra as it burns at the base and angrily exclaims: “Taylor, you made me damn pee myself, what the hell?!?!” “Hey! I told you to get out of the way—you were in the way of opening the fuckin’ door! You get what you get!”, she mockingly sneers while arms in a cross. She quickly forgets her, focusing her attention onto the locked door. She distinguishes her key, frantically and uncoordinatedly smashing the tip of the key in the periphery of the hole before shoving it in precisely, turning it open. Riley, frustrated by her remarks, swiftly thrusts herself forward with her arms — feeling the cool outside air rush into her soaked-hot crotch and buttocks — bolts into Taylor, slamming her against the door and simultaneously swinging it open with her force, sprinting towards the bathroom. Her behind dons a large dark circular splotch fully encompassing both her crescents up to the mouth of her crack. Taylor is shoved into the doorknob, taken aback and caught off-guard by Riley’s frustrated efforts, impaling her behind forcefully into the doorknob: the pain of which jolts her aching bladder in an unwelcome shock and she releases a considerable spurt into her pad — too fast for absorption as it bursts out the sides and into her dark-pink lace panties. She tugs her crotch upwards at her pubic area with her left hand, stooping her head forwards for a glance, witnessing the blue patch at the apex between her upper thighs contrasting with the dry light-blue. “What the.. fff—UGH!, that b—RILEY!. Okay, two can play at this game—“, she angrily mutters through her grinding teeth. Taylor regains her balance, harshly chucks her keys at Riley’s jiggling wet butt cheeks as target practice, but misses while chasing behind her towards the bathroom. Riley makes it to the bathroom first, quickly turning around to smash its door shut, but fails as Taylor prevents its closing with the right foot she stretches between it and the door frame, catching her white Converse in the midst of her hard slam. “AH!!”, she cries out, the pain once again jolting her bladder into a frenzy: it forces aloud and out of her another spurt, hissing into her pad, warming her crotch and leaking out into her panties and jeans. She feels her warmth slip down the inseams of her upper thighs and flow backwards into her butthole. She gasps at Riley: “UGH, you made me pee.. AGAIN!—“ “That’s what you fucking get!”, Riley mockingly and maniacally laughs in her face through the slightly opened door. She twists her neck back to the right, glancing at the toilet, and quickly thrusts her fingers into the waist of her leggings ready to drop them while push her body against the door, but carelessly relinquishes some of her pushing force. Taylor harshly shoves, using the weight of the right side of her body, into her through the door she thought she effectively defended. Catching her off-guard, Riley is shoved, her right side thrusted towards the sink and she quickly twisting herself to land on her backside, the force her movement loosening her sphincter and she lightly dribbles pee into her leggings once again, feeling her warm pee drops slip down her skin under her cool-wet upper-thigh inseams, a few drops dripping out and below onto her black shoes and the light-blue-tiled floor. She flails her arms backwards in a semi-windmill fashion whilst tipping and walking backwards on her heels, the sink behind her catching her soaked, slippery butt — she now dribbling drops of pee into the sink, instead. Her arms slam backwards into the wall behind her and back into the mirror, catching her balance. Feeling her loose sphincter, she quickly shoves her left hand into her crotch, massaging away her dribbling self. Taylor stretches her legs for the toilet, about to turn around to sit down as Riley leaps off the sink and forwards her right leg in a stretch in front her, causing her to trip forward. Taylor, losing her balance lets go of her sphincter. She feels her pee rush into her urethra, but forcefully shuts herself closed whilst throwing her arms in front to mount against the wall, to the righthand side of the toilet, catching herself out of her stumble. She feels whatever leaked slip down and dribble out of her opening: another soft warmth into her pad, this time fully absorbing it. Riley flings her body forward behind Taylor’s balancing stance, but is swiftly pushed out of the way by Taylor’s backward falling movement, as she maneuvers herself onto the toilet, harshly plopping her buttocks onto the toilet seat, it banging loudly as if sheets of porcelain tiles clacked together. This plop jolts her pelvis into her bladder, coupled with her hunching forward and the tight-buttoned-waist of her jeans squeezing on her belly, forces out of her another squirt into her pad, partially absorbing it and the rest through her panties and into her jeans — she feels her crotch and butthole grow warm once again. A few drops leak through her jeans and tinkle into the toilet water below. Taylor, having successfully plopping her herself onto the toilet, rushes for her jeans button in order to ultimately slide everything down in one go beneath her, and finish into the toilet bowl what she prematurely started. Riley moans in an arpeggio, stuttering: “uuUUHHHhhhh, f-fffuck!..”, she glaring desperately at Taylor’s success whilst her bladder expands in her belly. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip whilst thrusting her clasped hands into her soaked crotch, her sphincter twitching and her skin quivering in proportion as she feels the warmth of her soaked throbbing and aching crotch. Taylor looks at her grinning, mockingly, and purposely slows her unfastening to a pace she can manage just to toy with her. Riley, feeling her bladder bloat and her belly expand slightly as she fights the contractions to pee, uses her left hand smothered between her right and crotch to finger herself through her leggings in order to quell urge, but it persists. She inserts her middle- and ring-fingers through her leggings into her opening, tugging on herself upwards repeatedly, yet it only continues to grow. She starts hyperventilating, worrying about her imminent release, and moans with every exhalation, picking up and up as her pee draws nearer and nearer to release. She casts her left knee over her right, frantically holding her pee back at her very brink, bobbing up and down at her knees. But her urge continues on, pressing against her sphincter relentlessly. “Ooooo... stop! Hurry and go!”, she desperately moans at Taylor, panting. She presses her thighs tighter, squishing the hands smothered against her twitching crotch tightly, folding the palms of her hands and shivers violently. She keeps her thighs tightly in place as goosebumps travel down her arms, but as her bursting bladder urges on, her thighs start to twitch: her muscles tiring in their prolonged flex, but she nevertheless forces them to stay tight. “Nah, I think I’m going to draw this out..”, Taylor slyly remarks, curving a maniacal smile out the left corner of her lip and glares with eyes of fiery intent. “Oooo! Taylor.. please.. ple—AOooo!”, Riley begs with a moan, then squeals when she feels her restless bladder contract harder, sending shots of pain into her right side whilst she feels a few drops of pee slipping past her tightened sphincter into the slippery, sweaty hot jungle her hands are quarantining between her tiring thighs. Riley tightly squeezes her eyes and shows her clenching teeth as she gives her all to keep leakage to just those mere drops. She purses her lips, trying to control her breathing, but quickly abandons her strategy, flinging wide her jaw and gasping in air, pausing and stifling her exhaling sighs in a reckless and erratic manner; whilst throwing her right leg in a twist over her left, maintaining her hands, and bending at her left knee up and down. However, all to no neither avail nor relief, as suddenly she feels her belly bloat against her tender abdomen and tiring sphincter twitch profusely. Her gaping mouth picking up her breathe with faster and faster gasps of air sucking through teeth, she holds her breathe in, whilst the veins in her neck protrude, as her contracting bladder pushes its pee to the very edge of her weakening hold.. a little dribble pushes through.. and a little more—she gushes her exhalation out in growling groan: “OOOOOoooghghhh! TAYLOR, PL—EASE! PL—“, her begging cut by her stifled inhalation, followed by a stifled exhaling sigh of struggle, breathing paradoxically: UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—OOOoooo! GET UP, NOW, PLEASE, G-GET.. SO I CAN QUICKLY PEE—UH—*gasps*—I.. I.. C-C-Can’t..”, Riley’s breathe trembling, her face turning red, breaking a sweat, and her body shaking tremendously whilst her arms shaking forcefully into her pulsatile leaking crotch. Taylor stares at her in anticipatory silence and wide-eyed, then still toys with her: “That’s right, suffer, that’s what you get for being a little impatient b—“ “mmmmmMmMmMMMMM” — Riley’s desperate humming gradually louder and louder as her pee burningly presses past her hold — AAAAAOOoOOOooOoo!”, Riley belches in a squeal from her hunched position, loud enough to cut her off and shut her up, following with a very sharp-pitched forceful hiss exploding into her smothered hands, it quickly lowers in pitch, garbling, as her hands hold enough hot pee in her crotch to form a sizable puddle therein, then burbles out from between her fingers and audibly sloshes down against the skin of her thighs under the swift dark glow of her leggings, loudly splashing onto her black shoes and the tiled-floor below, spatters drops far enough onto Taylor’s jean cuffs. “U-U-Uh—UHHHHhhh!”, she stifles out of her mouth as her chest twitches profusely while a nigh-orgasmic release of pee gushes out of her opening; she bends upright and raises her flushed face upwards into the air, her jaw flung open and lips twitching while her eyes closed and head tilted back into her cervical spine. She stands there, her clasped hands frozen in place against her exploding crotch; her left arm, then right knee, and combination of other limbs, sequentially and uncontrollably twitch, cascading all manner of goosebumps across her body as her forceful yellow piss pleasurable gushes out from between her slippery hot hands. She feels light-headed and her knees grow weak, almost wanting to drop down them whilst unloading her bursting yellow piss out of her. Her pee utterly explodes everywhere: loudly hissing out in a strong yellow stream from between her slippery fingers, flooding upwards and covering her bare-shaven pubic skin with a smothering of hot piss, her pee audibly sloshing around in her crotch when she slightly adjusts her hands, the soaked fabric cleaving to and separating from, in alternation, her tingling hot skin in an ear-quivering suction; audibly burbling out from her pressed-palms into her upper-thigh inseams, whilst exploding latterly towards her hips to the front of her twitching upper thighs, cascading down across them; sloshing down her inner thighs in an eye-dazzling glow of yellow, trickling in a swoosh out the cuffs of her leggings and down her ankles, and into the rapidly growing bright yellow splashed puddle on the floor; whilst seeping into and engulfing the innards of her shoes, turning her white socks into an opaque tinge of pink and yellow transparency; pooling her soles a satisfying puddle of warm pee, sloshing between her wiggling slippery toes therein, peeing forced out the sides of her shoes in a shine thereby. Her pee is simply splashing and spattering everywhere with jetted chaos. Simultaneously, her cupped hands forcefully guide her flow to her back, filling the crevice of her butthole entirely with hot pee, then traveling up her crack in a glorious shine all the way to mouth of her crack, spilling over onto the roof of her crescent butt cheeks and slipping down across it in waves of pee. Her pee rushing out her perineum, laterally across and under the crescent of her butt cheeks, flowing further laterally and around her lower hips and cascade down the sides of twitching slim thighs, connecting her posterior flood to the anterior darkening flood. The rest of her pee gushes down the back of her thighs and knees — half through the fabric and half streaming along it — falling on to her small calves until it, too, is smothered over by her downward dark flow, pee spreading laterally therein and once again meeting the anterior dark-flowing stream flowing down from her front thighs. Her desperation and release so strong she soaks the entire circumference of her leggings with a soothing continuous shine of piss: a water-slide of smooth hot pee slipping between her milk-tea skin and leggings, with the exception of the upper waist portion of her leggings. She felt as though her bottom half stepped into a nice, hot jacuzzi. Though her bottom half already totally engulfed in hot pee, she nevertheless had less than half left in her — her bladder having possessed a gargantuan capacity for retaining pee. “Pee, little baby, pee your pants”, Taylor toys with her, but also naughtily sneers. Riley opens her eyes and fixes her face towards her, glaring with eyes of revenge. A sudden idea crosses her mind. She let’s go of her flooding crotch, her hands scattering its drops of pee about, and swiftly walks over to Taylor sitting on the toilet, trailing her steadily-dwindling pissing self across the floor and splashing and spattering along the way..
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    Unwilling to ask for a toilet break in the middle of the game and in fron of everyone, she soldiered on, trying her best to hold it until the break, but it seems they're going to have to interrupt the game early this time
  20. View File HJ-060 HJ-060 - Unbearable pissing of a nude model 2 1/2 Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 04/29/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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  22. Midnight Micturition Tossing and turning in need, she huffs, bladder is bursting, calling her bluff; a faucet is yearning to be opened up, madder and burning her belly becomes. She thrusts a fingering into her fold, presses a circle, keeping per mold— pee busts a stream lingering so, messes her purple panties below. Reels a gasp and puffs through her teeth, moans and stifles whenever she breathes: feels a fast hiss puddles up to her knees, groans and riles more pee on the sheets. Burning chest straitens, morphing a tingle: feeding her pee, hard-squirting a tinkle; yearning to straighten the forming wrinkle, kneading the heart of the spurting sprinkle. Goosebumps roll down her thighs, shivering, coming from fire aflame, enflamed, quivering loose thumb strolls in with nigh delivering— —humming hum dire came via desirous desire! Fingers slipping swift with a garble, sloshing: triggers dripping drift in a startle, glossing; stinger ripping rift: breaks, bottled, rocking— —dinger dinging dings ringing rings, inspired! Yelping cries come out in droves and droves shelling wee-waters with flows and flows; helping, pries pee plumb, watch it go and go pelting pee pitter-patters from walls to walls. Suspecting not such a disastrous Midnight knowing full well only a wetting delight expecting aught but spectacular flight throwing soaked covers over a goodnight.
  23. View File [NUDITY] Multiple Bursts on Shag Rug **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Audio I had this cheap shag rug I bought just over a year ago from Amazon to put under my computer desk. Because it's a shag rug, the upkeep on it is really annoying - it's also a cheap one, so it's not really worth the effort. Because I couldn't get it thoroughly cleaned, I didn't feel comfortable donating it, so I realized this would be my chance to finally pee all over a rug! My new rug finally arrived and I was able to set it up, so I made plans for lots of wetting this past Sunday~ I drank a liter of fountain pop from the convenient store, and then a liter of water, all over the span of two hours. I held it for another two before the first burst, where I had started leaking a bit uncontrollably into my leggings shortly before. The second video starts with me already peeing because I completely lost control. The same sort of happened with the third video~ I had so much fun and definitely had several orgasms throughout that night. I've included all the pics I took with the videos~ ♥ Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 04/19/2022 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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