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  1. It appears I can no longer make the hour drive home without peeing myself so I'm gonna take a picture every time I have a leak or accident and post it here.
  2. Hello! I’m going to try my hand at this again. I’ll learn more on what to do as this goes on and get better. Hopefully it goes well! First we need to chose a guy: Tommy- Tommy is your average male young adult. He is not shy but not vocal either. Tommy has long brown hair. Josh- Josh is a body builder with tons of muscles. He is known to be a tough and strong guy. He is always very vocal and has short black hair. Next we got to choose an outfit: Undies: A) Briefs B) Boxers Pants: A) Jeans B) Shorts C) Pajamas Let’s choose! (Ex: Josh, A, A)
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    Second time tonight wetting my pants watching a movie....debating a 3rd
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  4. Has anyone tried a pull-up under a larger diaper? I found this x-large rearz yesterday and thought a double-diaper would be perfect. I soaked my pull-up in one and a half wettings (I tried to stop the second wetting in the middle because I felt like I was going to leak all down my legs). The stopping was only somewhat successful. I laid on top of my diaper and finished wetting with my legs in the air. As you can see, the pull-up was quickly overwhelmed and most of the accident pooled underneath me. As I kept wetting the double diaper, it leaked far before it was at capacity. Have you tried a double diaper before? What's the secret to not leaking??
  5. Here's my latest video! I thought I'd incorporate a skirt and nudity into it, as those were the two most popular choices! And people enjoyed the last vid so I wanted to keep something from it! I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you wanted or if you wanted more! I'll hopefully be able to understand y'alls taste and what you wanna see soon. Until then, enjoy! 💞🩷 20240326_134037_compressed.mp4
  6. I am a 29 year old female with an athletic build. todays accident began in rhe middle of a work meeting. I worked from home, so I was wearing gray sweats with a more work oriented shirt. Overall, pretty casual. My roommate was home and off today, so I had to work from my bedroom, on the couch I have in there (it isn’t as big as it sounds, I swear haha. I didn’t have room for it when my roommate moved in). A side note that’s relevant, I have a hypertonic pelvic floor. Meaning my muscles are too tight (and yes, you can have a weak pelvic floor with this). Because of this, I struggle to pee and sometimes have to strain. I’ve been having to strain a lot the last week, like more so than normal. Due to this, I feel like my pelvic muscles and/or bladder is sore from all the straining. I’m listening in the meeting, and out of no where my urge to pee is rising. And my bladder is sore, so I feel the need to go a little sooner than usual because of the pain of my bladder + needing to go. Without even fully noticing, I started to hold myself because I couldn’t ignore it. I felt like I was going to break out into a sweat. I felt a little dribble come out of my urethra, very little. Not enough to wet my underwear (this is how my leaks normally are. Once in a while I’ll leak a bit more). I wasn’t fully desperate yet and fidgeting non stop, but I also was at the point where all I could think of is “how soon until I can pee?”i Then I thought that I could just let a little bit out to alleviate the pressure. Remember, I need to strain to pee. So I had to strain without looking like I was, and I managed that. A little bit of pee came out. Enough to wet my underwear. It did relieve some of the pressure. The meeting kept going, so I let out a little bit more. It was still in my underwear and not yet visible on my pants. 20 minutes go by and I decide to let out another spurt. ~this is where I fucked up~ I didn’t even need to strain to pee, it just came out. My stream isn’t super heavy, but came out at my full force (which is still a slower stream than my friends)….. it didn’t stop right away. I was peeing full force for about 4-5 seconds. Which was a enough to do damage. But the urge to pee did die down. my light gray sweat pants were now wet and dark gray. The wetness didn’t travel to all of my butt- it was about a softball size at the bottom. From my crotch to my butt, it was probably a watermelon size. I didn’t have to sit too, too long in my wet clothes. Trying not to act embarrassed that I peed (again) while working from home on a call. The meeting finally ended, and I wasn’t desperate. I didn’t need to rush before exploding, but I couldn’t wait before my next meeting either. When I got to The bathroom, that latch key incontinence hit, and I started peeing my pants again. I quickly untied them and made it to the toilet, with a very mini puddle in front of it. this wasn’t an intentional hold or intended accident. I really just wanted the couple little spurts so I could listen more attentively. I’ve had the rare occasion I peed myself while in the office. Luckily, the one I was wearing a dress, so no visible damage was done that day. And the other I lied and said I got my period and needed to run home and change. well. The others barely dampened my underwear or I could hide easily. I primarily work from home, but I still feel shame and embarrassment when I have little accidents while on calls. Generally, my accidents that become visible don’t happen super, super often. But I’d say 2-4 times a month I have accidents that require me to change (i wonder if that would be a lot to some 😅). So I’m a rarity who both has a bladder of steel and a weak bladder. It truly depends, and sometimes depends the way I’m sitting. I am usually tempted to tell some of my stories here, but I don’t want to be annoying with always posting about my mild incontinence issues. soo, I’m curious, have any of you let a couple spurts out to alleviate pressure? What happened?
  7. When I have a genuine accident, my bladder doesn’t typically empty. I usually pee just enough that I have a wet patch on my pants and sometimes I’ll have a little puddle or wet whatever I’m sitting on. but I know everyone is different, so I’m curious for others, what happens for you when you have an accident?
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    Held my morning pee for some time, then came back home and kept holding until I literally exploded and made a huge puddle 🌊.
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  9. So today I was at work pull up on like always but this time I also had training panties for the very first time and I started off dry and then a couple pees later you can see some progress the. At pee 5 I show another update and then one final update of a total of 7 wettings throughout the work day and show you how wet my training panties got.
  10. View File Desperately holding my morning pee until I wet myself. ​🤩​ Held my morning pee for some time, then came back home and kept holding until I literally exploded and made a huge puddle 🌊. Submitter Floof Submitted 03/26/2024 Category Male  
  11. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann 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. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped 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 as 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, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. 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. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann 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 gray 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. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann 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. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil 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. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. 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. 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, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "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 smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna 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 whispered. "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. 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, with 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 in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. 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 could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey 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. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients 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 serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved 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 delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee 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 equally desperate 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. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She 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 to pee, 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, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. 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 of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. 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. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt 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. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. 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 her desperation and now incredible relief 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. 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 pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, 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 pee...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 virtual 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 feel her now desperation 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 genital 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, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just 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. 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. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. 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. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah 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. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. 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 locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann 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 spurt of pee into her 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 leaked 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 Sarah 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, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. 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. 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 was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe 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 completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  12. Hi all! I vowed to start participating here as opposed to always lurking with intent. I will begin by sharing all of my true accounts as I can starting with my last short term relationship. Nancy and I had known each other since High School and we hooked up thorough Facebook starting as mutual friends and then beginning to date after we saw each other after years at a party she had. Since Nancy knew me since I was basically a kid I was able to tell her about my Omo interests telling her that it developed by me being a bedwetter through puberty and it was tough dating in high school because of it. She was very sympathetic and actually felt bad for me but I told her that I am perfectly fine and own my kink which I am happy with. Well, the first night we slept together I soaked the bed and she did not care at all. It was awesome!! I wet every single time she slept over so I started wearing diapers which she actually suggested so I could be comfortable which I did. I already had some Northshore's. I told her that I love to keep my wet diaper on and continue wetting it after I wake up and we have coffee. She never batted an eye. Everything was cool as far as my kink but here was the problem guys....she had a very shitty sex drive. Pretty close to nothing and because of it I got totally bored in the relationship. Trust me it wasn't because of my wetting as a good friend of mine went out with her in high school and said she was exactly the same then. Because of this I totally lost my attraction to her and broke it off after about 4 months which really bummed her out. I just told her I wasn't ready for a relationship as my life had changed due to me getting laid off after 24 years and just starting a new job. I didn't want to hurt her feelings telling her I was bored sexually. I can enjoy sex without Omo being involved so that's not a problem at all but eventually I need it as it's like a natural Viagra equivalent. Wetting is just so damn hot!! She didn't even masturbate on her own and that to me is a huge red flag. Too bad huh? We still keep in touch now and then and I have thought about reconnecting but I kinda think it would only be because she accepts my kink and that is not a good reason to be with someone.
  13. I had always been fond of diapers and 3 years ago my mom had left the country with my dad as they went on a vacation for a month. I knew what I had to do straight away as right after they left within 15 minutes i got ready and walked to the nearest pharmacy where they always had a stash of DryNites pull ups diaper. I went over to the diaper isle and took a good look at all the other brands of diaper they had before choosing my DryNites. I went over to the billing counter and paid for my diaper and left hurriedly to go home. It was my first time going back in a diaper, but i was scared as my parents had informed my neighbours about taking care and keeping an eye on me before leaving, so before i entered the wing which led to my apartment I took a good look whether anybody was outside my apartment door, when I saw nobody was there I took my chance and ran straight to my home as fast as I could, I had the keys ready in my hand and i quickly opened and shut close the door locking it. My dreams were finally true and I'd get to wear diapers day and night for the next month or so. I took out a diaper from the pack and it was a bright pink coloured diaper with butterflies imprinted around it, I slid one under my crotch before feeling the wooly thick padding between my thighs. Withing 1 hour of wearing it i started feeling the pressure on my bladder but I didn't just wanted to start peeing, rather i held it in for 30 more hour till I couldn't hold it in anymore, suddenly i felt a small squirt of piss come out of my pussy and within 5 seconds I lost complete control of my bladder with the piss exploding out in my diaper and filling my diaper turning it pale and heavy and the pee had now filled my entire diaper from middle to the back side. I couldn't believe that a barely 18 year old teen had pissed in her diaper like a baby while sitting on a couch. I stood up and the diaper felt really heavy. I wore my panties over it and also my shorts but the bulge was kind of visible and the diaper band also peeked out a little over the top of my shorts. I had to go to my neighbours house for dinner as I was invited over and i dared to wear my already wet diaper with the bulge slightly visible. I rang the door bell and the door was answered by my aunt and then I was welcomed inside everything went fine and we finished our dinner. After our dinner I was playing with the neighbours child and suddenly i heard a voice from behind saying "What's that peeking out from behind of ur shorts nora?" I turned around frightened and she said "Are you wearing a diaper?" I was ashamed but said at last that I had woren a diaper. I thought of all the worst case scenario that could have took place but I suddenly heard a soft caring voice saying " it's fine nora, you are getting to know yourself, you are in that age group where most childrens stay confused but you're brave." I was so scared and had adrenaline pumping through my body that I started peeing in my already soaked up DryNites again, it really started to bulge out of the shorts and even leaked just enough for my aunt to notice it. My aunt said "awhh looks like somebody needs a change, it's fine nora go and get a fresh diaper from your house I will change you up". I went to home and started crying and was so humiliated by what had just happened with me. I went to my room room a fresh diaper out of the pack and went to their home where my aunt changed me on the table counter top, I could fit on it as I wasnt too big for my age. I watched a movie with their child who now knew that I wear diaper, he questioned me saying why do I wear a diaper, my face turned red like a tomato but I told him that I wore them because I had a medical condition and we moved on. I went to my home and went to the washroom but since I was already wearing a diaper i sat on the toilet without taking of my panties and let out small squirts of pee into my diaper before completely flooding my diaper once again, and since it was already quite late (12:15 am) i went to sleep in my wet diaper only. It was my first time sleeping in a wet diaper I couldn't sleep because of the thick warm padding feeling between my legs but eventually went to sleep. I had woken up once in the middle of the night as my diaper and turned extremely cold but slept after some time. When i woke up in the morning I went number 1 in my diaper and it was really full as I had wet it again. The odor of piss was a turn on for me and my privates became extremely grooly and wet. I went downstairs and cooked myself a breakfast, had my toast and tea and i felt an urge to go number 2 well I was in a dilemma whether to go in my diaper or go and do it like a big girl on the toilet, well I chose option 1 and sat on the toilet once again wearing my diaper and panty, but i couldn't poop in my diaper as i couldn't force my mind. After probably 15 minutes I gave one final push and all the poop came out in the diaper and spread everywhere in the diaper. It was a warm mushy feeling but I felt very grossed out and quickly took off my diaper and went and took a shower as it was quite disgusting for me. Well this almost went on for 2 weeks till I didn't completely fulfil my desire and fantasies regarding diapers and I also wet my panties and i even wore my panties once inside my DryNites. I even messed my diapers and sat in it. Well all these stories are for another time but it was good sharing my experience with y'all and hope y'all like it. Thankyouu!!
  14. 17 minutes of desperately holding, squirming, leaking, and eventually flooding my jean shorts got me very...excited...so i took care of that immediately because its not like my shorts could get any wetter than they already were...
  15. Hello, everybody. So I am actually on this site for a long time and the fiction section is my favorite. I always wanted to post something but didn't have the courage. Today I decided to try for the first time 🙂 I plan to tell this story in parts, according to your responses and feedback. The story focuses on pee desperation and wetting. The first Part does not have a wetting or much desperation yet, but it planned for Part 2. WARNING: I do want to put in nudity and Sex content. I will put a warning before those parts (Nothing in Part 1). And of course, this story is purely fiction and doesn't apply to real life fitness training (I am a fitness trainer, so it was important for me to mention it). ***************************************************** H.I.D.T - Part 1 "High-Intensity Desperation Training" in groups or private. for those how feel out of control! The new ad at the entrance to the gym intrigued Sophie. She was coming to this ladies-gym for the last 2 years and saw a lot of weird courses. High-intensity Pilates, pelvic-floor Yoga, and even feet muscles strengthening. But this was new, and rather interesting. As she understood it, the new course was about dealing with urination problems while working out, mostly with weights. Sophie was not really a "buffy" woman and didn't work a lot with weights, but she really wanted to. she was in her late 20's and had an averaged body of a woman, who is working out. Her arms were not thin, but not too muscular; her belly was not totally flat, and she obviously didn't have a sixpack; her butt and legs looked nice, although her friends (mostly the girls) would say se had an amazing ass, and guys would stare at her behind. But no! She was averaged. She comes to the gym for her health, not her look, and one of the trainers told her that "weight lifting is really important for the bones". But there was one problem. When she worked with weights, she would sometimes... "leaked". It was really embarrassing, although she wasn't the only one. she could smell the reek of urine here and there, and even see the wetness on the crotches of some of the women (some women really didn't care, because there were all women). 'Maybe it's time to face that fear' Sophie thought to herself. "Sophie! It's so good to see you!" called a familiar voice that interrupted Sophie's train of thought. Sophie jumped back and turned embarrassed to the trainer that approached her. she blushed as she recognized the smooth and deep voice. Of course it was Peter. The 30-ish years old trainer and her secret crush. She just hope he didn't see, what she was looking at. "Hey, Peter!" she called nervously "How are you?" "I am good, even better now, after I saw you." he said and smiled at her. Sophie felt her cheeks reddening "What did you plan for today? Jogging again?" "I thought about trying weights workout again." not a complete lie, but not the whole truth. "That's awesome!" called Peter enthusiastically "I think it is great that you try something new! I myself don't really think that you..." at that point Sophie didn't listen. She looked at this gorgeous man talking so passionately about the training and the benefits. his smile sits perfectly above his strong jew line; his eyes sparkling with excitement, like a teenager; his muscular arms moving around as he speaks. Sophie could resist but looking down for a quick moment as Peter's tight shirt came up above his belly button and revealed the sculpted shape of his abdomen. "So would you do it?" hearing a question, Sophie finally snapped out of her daydreaming. "Would I do what?" asked Sophie and felt immediately so embarrassed. "Lora's new training programm. She is really excited about it. Free of charge for you, of course." Peter repeated himself, not even upset that Sophie didn't listen. "Sure! I will give it a try." said Sophie without thinking. "Amazing!" called Peter "You are an angel, Sophie. I know Lora would be super thankful." "Happy to help." said Sophie, still a little confused. "Lora is already in training room number 4. She will meet you there. you can change first and I will tell her that you will be there soon." with that statement Peter left and waved Sophie goodbye. Sophie was really nervous now. What the hell did she agree to? on the other hand, if Peter recommended it, it can't be that bad, right? Sophie went to the dressing room and put her bag down. she took her shirt and jeans off and stood in front of the mirror, only in her underwear. she was already wearing her gray sports bra that held her breast tight and her favorite pink thong. she always looked at herself from head to heel, before and after training. then she wore her pink spandex that match with the thong and a loose white shirt. she took her water bottle and her phone. just as she was ready to leave, she felt a little tingle in her bladder. she needed to pee. she went to the toilet, bet all the stalls were occupied (there were only two). 'It's not that bad. I can hold it for a little while.' Sophie thought to herself. She went out of the dressing room and directly to training room number 4, as promised. The big room looked empty at first. A lot of training equipment in one corner and mirrors all over the walls. In the middle, stood Peter and talked to a woman in really short black shorts and tight black training bra. She was beautiful. Her body was as it came out of Victoria Secret magazine. Her blond long her was tied up to a pony tail and it looked like she didn't wear any makeup. "Sophie! you are right on time!" called Peter as he noticed Sophie coming into the room. "So this is Sophie! I am so happy to meet you." said the 'model' and reached her hand for a handshake "My name is Lora, I don't think we met." So this goddess is Peter's colleague?! Sophie felt a wave of jealousy going through her body. "I do believe that we haven't met yet." said Sophie with a fake smile on her face. "Although Peter talk about you all the time. I am so happy that you agreed to help me with the new programm. I really want it to succeed. It is a dream of mine." 'He talks about me? All the time?' Sophie was so happy to hear that. the smile on her face just became real. "Of course! how could I say no." "I believe that Peter already told you all about the programm." Lora looked at Peter. "Oh yes, I did. To the last detail." conformed Peter. Peter did explain apparently, but Sophie didn't listen. Of course she can't say now in front of Peter that she didn't listen to him, so she just nodded and smiled. "So before we will start with the programm, I want to test your abilities, if that's acceptable for you, of course." said Lora. "that sounds reasonable." said Sophie. "Excellent!" called Lora happily "Let's start then!" "I will leave now." said Peter "You girls have fun." Sophie looked at Peter leaves, watching his round butt from behind and wishing she could bite it. Just a little. "He IS into you, you know." said Lora teasingly after Peter closed the door behind him. "What?!" called Sophie defensively "Why would you say that?" "I don't know." Lora reached her hand to a bag next to her and pulled a water bottle with red colored juice inside, looked like an energy drink "Drink up!" "no, thanks. I have my own bottle." Sophie raised her water bottle and shacked it a bit. "If you wanna do it right, you need to show me ALL what you got." stated Lora and handed Sophie the bottle again "That means good stamina AND good durability." Sophie looked at the bottle and then at Lora. She knew that she already committed, so might as well role with it. But now that Peter was not there, she could ask what she wanted. "I am sorry for the dumb question, but what are you testing me for?" Sophie took the bottle from Lora and start drinking. "I thought Peter already explained." "He did! But..." Lora just laughed. "It's fine, but I will do it quick because we have to start." said Lora "I started the new programm and I have a lot of women how want to take part in it. I don't think that I would be able to teach them alone, so I asked the crew for assistant. Of course everyone is 'busy' with his and her own life, but then Peter recommended you. You don't have to teach anything! Just repeated what I say and show. And we can't pay you, so this class is free for you. I hope it is still acceptable." "It sounds fair." said Sophie, chugging already half of the bottle without noticing "I am in!" "I am SO happy to hear you say it! you are my savior!" called Lora. Suddenly, Sophie felt a pinch from her bladder. With all that chit chat, she forgot she needs to pee. And the drink in her hand didn't help. "Do you want more?" Lora pointed at the bottle. "No, thanks." Sophie handed her the bottle and pressed her legs together "I think I will go quick to-" "No time! We have to start!" Lora cut her mid sentence and took the half full bottle from her hand. She downed the whole bottle in one go and tossed it a side. "But I-" Sophie tried to explain her situation, shifting her bodyweight from foot to foot. "The clock is set! we are ready to go!" called Lora, ignoring Sophie completely. Sophie didn't want to argue. It is really not that bad. She can Hold it, right? To Be Continue...
  16. Just got back from a nice bike ride to City cbd and back. I always wear a diaper for extra padding as my bum gets too sore on longer rides otherwise. And when I finally have to go, well its a nice warm rush and then a bit of extra cushioning. Anyway, I got into town and noticed a Chinese woman (based on attire of dressy top and the light coloured patterned trousers) walking her dog while talking on the phone. All seemed normal until as I got closer she had a shadow between her legs... could it be? Yes it was! As I passed by, there was a clear wet patch under her cute bottom, right across and equally spread down both upper thighs to about 10cm. It was very cute. She noticed me riding by and looking and turned my way. Not much wetness from the front. She was walking slowly but normally, talking casually on phone, and showed no signs of desperation or even discomfort. She is either one of us or simply got caught short and peed for several seconds before gaining control and was not bothered by it . What a lovely site on a sunny day bike ride
  17. Hii, these are from some holds I had last week. The first one is a very short clip of me trying hold a very full and weakened/irritated bladder, let's just say my body didn't cooperate and I ended up making a big puddle 🌊. The second one is from the day after, I wasn't full nor holding, but I went from 4/10 to 10/10 in less than 5 minutes, thought I could hold for 10 minutes then pee but couldn't, my body had nothing left, my bladder needs some rest, no holds for 2-3 weeks 😂. Enjoy? 🥰 puddle.mp4 green.mp4
  18. When did you stop with bedwetting? Me at age of 6 (accidental wettings) but i keept peed myself on purpose and quit at 8. I never told it to my mom, she always cleaned all of the peed clothes and bedsheets. She always said that kids pee themselves and i did that too. I feel so bad about it. Now i'm back in purposefull peeings and i enjoy that so much. It reminds me of my childhood bedwettings so much ❤️
  19. Long time lurker here, decided to try and hold in goodnites in my car and it was a disaster. I have a late night class so I was sipping water throughout the whole class in anticipation for the hold I was planning on doing throughout my hour long drive back home. After class I go and buy the pullups along with a small pack of underpads. I put the pullup on in my back seat while sitting on top of one of the underpass and pull my pants up with the underpaid stuffed in my boxers to cover my pullups in case of leaks. The underpad was cheap and the plastic backing had already torn in some parts where I tried to pull it into place between my legs but I didn't think it was that big of a deal, this would be my ultimate mistake that you will read about soon. Starting the drive home I was only at about a 7/10, and I was sipping water every minute to try and ramp up the intensity, but before I knew it I had 30 minutes left on the drive and I seemed to be getting nowhere. I was impatient so I decided to just press my bladder a little bit to get it weak and just let go. I didn't feel like I had to go this much but I didn't think about stopping since I've had a goodnites hold a full wetting before, but it was while standing up but I don't know why I thought this would pan out perfectly. I could feel the pull up really filling up and thought I felt it leaking out the front so I stopped and felt my sweats to check, no damage. I emptied the rest of my bladder which didn't feel like much and I thought I was clear. Then a strong smell of piss hit me. I have a pretty good sense of smell, and I knew that from past experiences it wouldn't be this strong unless I leaked. Immediately I lifted my ass up to check the damage and only then did I feel the huge leak stain on my left leg, you guessed it, right where the underpaid tore. Worst of all on cloth seats so it absorbed into the seat. Immediately I find the nearest parking lot to park in and deal with this. The regret is already setting in, I leaked through my boxers and sweats too, I was pretty upset at this result. But who else is there to blame but myself for ignoring the rip in the underpad and thinking a pullup could hold a full bladder while sitting down. I take off the pullup and underpad, put them in a bag, threw the bag away in a nearby trash can, and continued my drive home with regret for my bad decision and disgust for the mess I created. Only after I had finished my shower did I think of 1 driving with my pants off so they didn't get wet and 2 instead of using a underpaid for leak protection maybe a bigger tape diaper on top? Idk but I hope some got a kick out of my embarrassment so I can at least get something positive out of this 😅.
  20. Hey everyone! This is my first story written here, so I’m open to any feedback. My main motivation for this fic was a severe lack of Link in Legend of Zelda omo stories, or male stories in general, so I had to make my contribution. Enjoy! After a long week of fighting moblins, bobokins, and skeletons with nothing more than a club and some meager branches, Link had finally made it to the Lookout Landing. Exhausted and ready to collapse, he was taken to the emergency hideout, and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he went to ask the eccentric researcher Purah about his new mission. They discussed his past and the four natural phenomenas to explore over a clear blue pitcher of ice fruit juice. “Careful Link! This juice has potent power,” Purah warned him, her large eyes blinking as she studied him, not unlike a specimen in a laboratory. Link, who had been living off of no sleep and raw meat, was delighted by the crisp and refreshing beverage as it glided down his throat and settled cool in his stomach. He gleefully chugged almost a gallon of juice before he remembered his manners. After drinking it, he felt a different aura around him, as if it had some kind of effect on him. Purah, observing his confusion over her round glasses, laughed and told him that he was protected from hot terrain. Link nodded in appreciation, realizing how much colder the his lower half was becoming. Purah clapped her hands. “Alright Link! I know that you just got back, but I need you to meet with the search party up by Hyrule Castle. They’ve been searching tirelessly for you.” Knowing his duty, Link nodded and stood up. As he rose, he felt a slight pressure in his bladder, and walked off to search for an outhouse. Behind him, Purah’s voice echoed across the field. “Link! Hyrule Castle is that way! It’s important that you find the search party as soon as possible.” Internally, Link groaned. It definitely would have been smarter to go before going on his mission. But Purah’s voice seemed insistent, and considering the state of the world right now, she was right: he didn’t have any time to lose. He turned and lightly ran towards the wooden arch marking the exit of Lookout Landing, with every impact of his foot on the ground ever so slightly jostling his bladder. Once out of view of the small village, Link slowed his pace to a less uncomfortable speed and started to look for a tree or some cover to let go. He found a small cluster of trees, and walked quickly toward it. After a week of being out in the wild, with few people around, his bladder was used to being able to pee anywhere, and it certainly was strained at the moment. He stepped in front of a tree with his hand on his belt, ready to loosen it, when the ground in front of him began to rumble. The tree in front of him suddenly ripped itself out of the ground and with its roots crawled to him. Link jumped back and fumbled for his ax. In his hesitation, the tree whipped its head back and hit him hard. He flew back and hit the floor, feeling his health diminish and a sharp pain below his stomach reminded him of his first unfinished mission. Ignoring his need and grabbing his weapon, he swung at the trunk over and over, until at last only an unmoving log of wood remained. He briefly considered peeing on the trunk as payback, but ultimately decided that that was too petty, even for him, and scanned the area for more hidden enemies. After his impromptu battle, his need had substantially grown, but he had lost some health, and needed to replenish it first. Link pulled out a potion of healing and after a second of hesitation swallowed the entire flask, whose contents seemed to go straight to his bladder. Finally in front of a real tree, he pulled himself out, ready to release himself. However, when he was undoing his belt, he noticed how cold and firm his skin was. Aiming himself at the tree, he just couldn’t go. In disbelief, he pushed his muscles harder, urging his sphincter to relax, but nothing seemed to come out. Apparently, his excess drinking of the ice fruit punch had overwhelmed his body. Link exhaled in disappointment and put himself back away. He’d have to wait until the effects wore off and his inner contents melted. Taking more careful steps now, Link walked towards Hyrule Castle to find the rescue team. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could return to Purah and she could help reverse his condition. As he made his way towards the castle, he passed by a villager leaning up against a tall sign, clearly in need of support. Link was never one to ignore someone needing help, but he needed to get to the search team. He’d come back later and help. Coming over a hill, Link stopped and felt a sinking feeling. There was a bridge over a river in front of him, with a massive Hinox sleeping in the middle of it. He’d either have to fight the Hinox, or find another way to cross the river. Since he didn’t think he had enough weapons or health to fight the Hinox, he sighed and made his way down to the river. He could hold it. Even after sleeping for a hundred years with his stamina, health, and memories dwindled, he still had his determination. At the edge of the river, the rushing sound of water was not doing Link’s bladder any good, and he squeezed his legs together for a second before stepping into the river. The cold water shocked his entire system, and he inhaled sharply. Now that he was in the water, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, how just a day ago he’d let go in a river similar to this one, how wonderful and freeing it felt to stand and alleviate the pressure building inside him as his pee flowed into the water below. Now in his current state, that euphoric image was making it harder to focus. But somehow a small drop made its way out and into his pants. Surprised, Link tried to see if any more would come out, but none did. Even so, he was glad to see that his situation was temporary, and he would find relief soon. Swimming in the river, Link sorely wished he could release himself in the water, but pushed through. He safely made it across the river and arrived at the ruins. Entering through the cracked stone archways of a dead civilization, Link’s desperation had skyrocketed. His clothes were still wet, and they dripped as he walked, reminding him with every step of his growing need. After that single drop he had released, Link’s bladder had sorely complained, needing to let go but not having any means to do so. He started to get worried about the time. It had been about half an hour since that one drop, and after none had come. Link was never that great at math, but he realized how soon he’d needed to find the rescue team and get relief fast. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he spotted a uniform-clad figure in the distance, and strode towards them. A guard was standing there, and she looked surprised to see Link, especially with such an uncomfortable gait. Seeing the inquisitive look on his face, she explained that the captain of the rescue team, Hoz, was at the top of the tower in the castle. Though his face didn’t show it, Link was dismayed. The tower the guard gestured to was far, with a long curved ramp leading up to it. He groaned and painfully started to walk up the winding path, feeling the weight of his bladder with every step he took. When he got to the tower, he needed to climb the walls to get to the very top. Giving himself a small squeeze, he jumped up and started scaling the walls. As he jumped up the walls, his bladder screamed out at him, but he scrambled up and found Hoz waiting for him. As everyone else had, the captain jumped and remarked on his presence, and talked about the destruction and their mission. Link had heard this speech before. His focus faded, and he gripped himself as subtly as he could through his pants as Hoz rambled on about Hyrule and his team lost in the depths. Link absolutely could not take it anymore. His desperation was at a level he never thought he could experience, and his pain below his stomach was like no other, a sharp constant pain that demanded to be released immediately. He didn’t even notice a bright light during the conversation. Finally, Hoz stopped talking, and told Link to go report back to Lookout Landing.Thank god, Link thought. At last, he’d be able to get some help from Purah. He yanked out his Sheikah Slate, or he supposed now it was called a Purah Pad, and tapped the nearest shrine to Lookout Landing. He felt himself rise, and everything went black. Rematerializing near Lookout, his feet hit the ground with a jolt and he doubled over, hands wedged between his thighs. He hobbled like this up the stairs, taking one hand from his crotch to grab the railing, and flung open the door to reveal Purah reading over some papers. Her inquisitive eyes lit up when she saw him, and it was obvious what his dilema was. “Oh, poor Link! Must’ve been the ice fruit, I warned you!” She leaned over Link’s shorter stature, scanning his entire body, hunched over in desperation. “But oh, this is fascinating! I’ve never had someone ingest so much ice fruit before! May I?” She motioned towards his tunic, and Link nodded hurriedly. Purah’s hands reached under the fabric and lifted it, exposing Link’s bulging bladder. She brushed her fingers across his stomach. His muscles involuntarily twitched and he let out a soft moan. “Wow! It’s ice cold! I need to write this down, this could correlate with so many more experiments-“ she stopped when she saw Link’s expression of pain, and her gaze softened. “Right. Of course. I have just the thing to cure you!” She walked over to her table of plants and glowing liquids and began to prepare a solution. Link was obviously impatient, but he marveled at Purah’s skills as she deftly handled a series of potions with uncanny precision. She was a little quirky, but had a good heart. Link admired her passion; he trusted whatever she said to do. As she worked, Link crossed his legs and let out a soft whimper against his will. Purah clicked her tongue. “Ah ah ah Link! Be patient, I’m almost done,” she chided him. Sweat beaded on his face. As she turned around with a small flask, her expression changed and she lit up in a way Link did not like the look of. “Actually, I want to try something new.” Link’s face fell. He was so close to relief it brought tears to his eyes. Purah tried to placate him: “Please Link! It’ll only take a minute, and you’ll get relief so soon! It’s important for my research,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’ll make you a durian pie!” That was the final convincer, as Link’s main motivation was food. It must be important if she was willing to make such a rare dish. He stiffened, straightened up as much as he could, and nodded in agreement. Purah twirled in happiness. “Wonderful! Let’s go!” She grabbed Link’s arm and led him to the Skytower. Inside the Skytower, Link couldn’t help but marvel at how tall the structure was, but his need had become his highest priority. He turned to Purah, wanting to get whatever her twisted mind desired over with as soon as possible so he could release the pressure that had been building in him all day, from the near gallon of ice fruit juice and the health potion. “Okay! Here it comes!” Purah pressed some buttons on a device next to him, and suddenly four metal arms shot out from the floor, clamping each of his limbs and raising him about a foot off the ground, prying his hands from his crotch. He gasped and his eyes opened in alarm, looking at Purah with incredulity. She laughed again. “Don’t be afraid, it’s alright! This is so I can observe you properly.” She winked at him. “Oh, here’s your promised potion.” She raised a flask of orange liquid to Link’s mouth, and he gulped it down, the potion running down his neck as he swallowed. Immediately he felt a burning sensation travel down his throat and spread throughout his body, but more importantly he felt something loosen in his bladder. His muscles were back to working again! “Just a second, Link…” Purah hummed as she jotted down some notes, looking at his stomach. The potion had done its job reversing his situation, but it had done too well, and Link had begun to sweat again, panting from the heat and inability to hold his legs together, now that his bladder was working again. Carefully, Purah removed his tunic, revealing red patterns on his stomach from the potion. She gasped in awe and started to take some measurements, wrapping a soft ruler around his stomach, and again neglected to see the look in his eyes, pleading to be let go. “Oh I’m almost done, be good, won’t you?” Purah grabbed Link’s chin and tilted it up towards her, smiling at him with a mix of satisfaction and discovery, and he blushed under her intense gaze. She really seemed to be getting a kick out of his situation. All Link could do was nod and occasionally let out a small whimper as his legs clenched against his clamps, unable to press them together. He was now completely at her mercy. After what seemed like an eternity, Purah finished her fussing over Link. “Okay! Just one last thing…” She brought over a heavy ceramic pot, not unlike a chamber pot. “I need to collect some of your urine for my data,” she explained patiently, but he wasn’t listening. At this point Link didn’t care where his piss went, just as long as it went out of him. He jerked his head towards his belt, and Purah’s nimble fingers removed his belt and moved his pants out of the way. Now positioned over the pot, Link let himself go. Starting as a small, painful trickle, pushing his muscles quickly led to a jet gushing out of him. He moaned involuntarily as his pee rattled against the ceramic, a sound that quickly turned into a splashing sound as the pot began to fill up. And it was filling up fast. Almost too fast. Purah realized as soon as Link did that the pot she had brought, as large as it was, was not going to be big enough for the poor young man’s bladder. He looked at Purah in panic, and after hesitating, Purah came to her senses. “Yes, that should be more than enough for my studies! If you can stop yourself for a second, I’ll let you down, and you can finish going somewhere else, okay?” Link feverishly nodded and tried to make his bladder stop. At first, he kept going as usual, and his sphincter didn’t understand how he had to stop when he had already been going. Gritting his teeth, he was able to squeeze his muscles enough to slow his stream to a trickle with a grunt, and his bladder once again screamed at him to keep going. When he was only dripping into the almost overflowing pot, Purah pressed some buttons on her device, and the clamps slowly lowered Link to the ground. As soon as he was on the floor, his hands flew to his crotch. He savored the feeling of being able to hold himself, and even after all he had just let go, stopping in the middle had made him want to go even more! Still dripping with every step, he shoved his way out of the tower’s curtained door and stumbled towards a group of secluded bushes. With no one around and absolutely nothing stopping him, Link whipped himself out and relaxed to his heart’s content. He tilted his neck towards the sky in pure ecstasy, and squeezed his eyes shut as he fully released himself. His knees buckled, and he continued pissing a hearty storm, kneeling in the grass. His euphoria was immense, and the pleasure he felt immeasurable after releasing all that pressure. When he finished, he buckled himself up, stood, and went back to the underground emergency tent to rest. Tomorrow he would go help that villager with his sign. Tomorrow he would go to the depths to find his rescue team. Tomorrow he would save the world. Again.
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    His nickname was 그랜도바자 (GrandBaza) or GR바자. Pixiv: pixiv.net/en/users/45649492 He deleted all his posts on pixiv, his arca account (arca.live/u/@GrandBaza) and also his twitter account (@Gr_Baza_omo_) around the end of January. Yesterday i had a massive breakthrough and managed to restore around 80% of his works in original quality. All of the images are taken from the saved cache. They are sorted in a somewhat chronological order. Some of them that generally look alike might be mixed up (I don't know Korean), but that shouldn't be much of a problem. There are a few files that I couldn't find in original quality, but found them in a preview format. You can use ai upscale to make them look better if you want. There are at least 1 missing picture and 1 story that I couldn't find in any form, if anyone have a saucenao subscription, you can try to find more previews by author search (the name used is 그랜도바자) I won't continue the search because I most probably won't find anything. Still glad that so many pictures were restored.
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