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  1. I'm currently in a job where I live pretty far from work; I travel about two hours for a single journey (so that's four hours a day), and occassionally need to visit a toilet in one of the train stations I pass. This afternoon I had a lot to drink - two cups of coffee, a large cup a tea and a half-liter bottle of water. I went to the toilet before leaving my office, refilled my water bottle and left for the train station. At the train station I was craving something sweat (and craving food all toghether), but I did not want to make an unhealthy choice... so I went with a diet coke (the healthiness of which is debatable, but at least there are no sugars and calories). In the first leg of my journey, I finished the bottle of diet coke, and felt my bladder filling up. It was at this point that I remembered my coffee and tea of the afternoon, and decided to have a little fun this evening. When boarding my second train (I have to switch trains halfway to a different regional train), I got my bottle of water out of my backpack, and quickly finished it. During that second train ride (that only takes about 20 minutes) I went from "I could look for a badroom" to "sh*t, I really need to pee" pretty quickly. When arriving at my last trainstop, I longingly looked towards the toilet, but departed in the opposite direction towards the bus stop. The bus ride was pretty unadventureless, apart from every single bumb in the road that cause a jolt to go through my bladder. When I arrived home, my bladder thought it could get its sweet release, but I was thinking differently. While being unable to stand still from desperation, I started preparing tonights dinner, prepping my meal for tomorrow (because I have a work event running late tomorrow, so I'm taking my dinner with me) and tomorrow's breakfast (to be able to lie in five minutes longer). I felt like jumping through the kitchen, and had to explicitly tell myself to not physically hold myself, because I was right in front of a large street-side window. I clenched my muscles together everytime my bladder spasmed (which happened a lot) while I was cooking dinner. In about 25 minutes I had finished all three meals (which I myself think of as pretty impressive - I might finally be learning how to adult), my bladder was spasming continuously about every two minutes. I decided to eat my meal in the kitchen, while standing at the counter because (1) I didn't think I could bare sitting down and (2) I did not want to ruin my nice dining chairs. I finished my meal quickly, forcing myself to keep my hands on the counter, or near my plate, and not hold myself with every spasm of desperation that went through my bladder. I went upstairs, and fired up my laptop. I stood still for about five seconds when entering my password, and I felt my bladder spasm and I felt that clenching my muscles was not enough this time - some warm pee escaped into my panties. For context, at this point I was wearing a white blouse, with a black body underneath, under the body was a pair of simple black panties, and I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans - I was not wearing any socks as I had been wearing heels throughout the day. I paced around my office, as I waited for my computer to finish starting up, and every time I stood still I would have to start moving again as I was losing spurts of pee. At this point, I had a wet spot the size of a fist on my jeans. My computer was logged on and I opened my browser for this forum, and opened some of the more recent wetting experiences to read. I read one topic, and lost some more spurts of pee, the amoutn of pee leaking out of me before I could control myself growing. At this point, I had a wet spot on both inner tights that almost reached my knee. And then my phone went of, I made a quick judgement call and realised that I could always wet myself while listening to the other person when I did so discreetly on a towel or mat, so I picked up. It was a friend of my who needed something very small, so the conversation was really short. I kept pacing the room and I think the fact that I had someone on the phone gave me some extra strenght to hold, as I did not leak at all during the phone conversation. However, afterwards I went back to my laptop, and allmost immediately started leaking. At this point I could barely stop and then I would start again, so it was more like peeing my pants that leaking. I tried to walk to the bathroom, while keeping my muscles contracted and my legs together, and I actually left behind a small trail of droplets. Once in the bathroom, I stood in the shower and tried to hold on a little longer (my jeans where wet below my knees at this points, so it is a question why I even bothered), but it didn't take long before my trembling legs and bladder gave out and the flow of pee started growing and growing. It was the most amazing feeling to feel all my muscles relax and the sweet release wash over me while my legs were turning warm and wet. I think I might have stand there for a minute or longer, slowly peeing my pants. In the end, the inner part of both the front and the back was completely soaked, and I was standing in a puddle of my own pee. I turned the shower on and rinsed my jeans while still wearing them. Then I got out of the shower, stepped out of my jeans and through my soaked clothes in the laundry, before freshening up myself in the shower. It was an amazing relaxing evening like this. This was super exiting, and I love doing a holding and losing it like this. Does anyone have any more suggestions for me of what might be fun? I'll see what I feel comfortable with and I don't make any promises about fulfilling your suggestions, but I would love if some of you could respond or PM me some ideas. (p.s. I wrote this without my glasses and after a long day, so I apologize for any misspelled words.)
  2. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  3. Its a long shot but if anyone has any home made wetting videos theyd like to share i'm sure all of us would like to see! Something about knowing that a video doesnt contain a paid actress makes it 1000% sexier.
  4. Storywriter_3

    Miles to Go

    DIIINNNGG! The school bell went. Rose finished her 3rd bottle of water during the whole 1 hour lunch period. "Should I go to the bathroom?" Rose asked her best friend, Farah. Farrah had just finished chugging her 2nd bottle of water and threw it in the bathroom. "Nah, you'll be okay." Farah said and walked to her locker. *Fast foward to the end of the day* Rose felt her bladder filling up. "I should've went to the bathroom..." She said in her mind. She knew Mrs. Trash -- Er, Mrs. Thratchs wouldn't let her go while she's 'teaching'. After 10 minutes, Rose was near desperation. It wasn't at the point of crossing her legs but she was tensing up. "Now," the teacher said, "any questions before the bell rings?" Finally.. She could soon feel relief. DIIIIINNNGG, the school bell went. Rose sprinted to the bathrooms but they were closed. "Damn," she cursed in her head. She caught up with Farah. "You have to go too?" She asked. Rose nodded. Even though she drank more than her, Farah was far beyond the desperation point. "I really have to go," Farah whimpered quietly, "I don't even know if I can hold it for the walk home, can I come to your home?" Rose responded, "Yeah of course!" *Fast Foward to the walk home* Rose was definitely at the desperation point and began to have a bladder bulge. Farah began to regain control but was still pretty desperate. They couldn't go anywhere because there were cars and kids walking to homes and buildings. "I have to go really bad..." Rose whispered to her mate. Farah, hearing those words, began to lose control and became far beyond her point and desperation. "We have to go in a building, I'm gonna pee!" She said slightly loud. Rose nodded. She looked around for buildings but they were all closed and all the bathrooms were full or closed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Farah said and began walker quicker. Her bladder bulge began to show and it looked swollen and painful. Rose was beginning to have a bigger bulge and slowed her walking. "I'm gonna lose it if I walk any faster!" She shouted. She whimpered, and took baby steps. It was like a faucet slowly turning. She stopped walking and held her crotch. A tiny spurt escaped and she clenched her muscles and winced. "I can't hold it any longer.." She said. Farah, just as desperate, said "Come just a few more blocks!" Those words encouraged her, She regained control. Farah however, began to slow her walking, and almost doubled over at one point. Her bulge looked like she was gonna explode. "It's right there Farah!" Rose shouted. Farah nodded and got herself together. They were nearly barely walking when they approached the front of the house. "I'm gonna lose it!" Rose shouted and bit her lip. A small spurt escaped and she put her hand in between her thighs. She threw Farah the keys she took a while to find the right one. "Oh god oh god." Farah said nearing her limit. She finally found the right one and the nearly busted through the door. Rose ran to the bathroom door, Farah behind her. "ME FIRST!" She said almost pushing her, that made Roses bladder push out another spurt and it began to leak through her panties. "No Me!" Rose shouted and pushed Farah. "No no noooo!" Her bladder couldn't take it any longer. A spurt escaped and it showed through her pants, but she had control again. Rose ran in.. But the toilet was clogged. A spurt escaped leaking through her panties and was very noticibal. "I'm gonna pee!" She yelled. With Farahs quick thinking her slowly wobbled up the stairs and looked through a closet for a towel. A spurt escaped and this time it was hard to stop. "oh no no noooOOO!" Farah laid down a towel and quickly pulled down her pants. The flow began to go out harder and she didn't have to time to take her underwear off. It hissed and she just squated. It was painful to release at first. Rose saw it all, and couldn't hold it in any longer. A big spurt escaped and went through her jeans like a rocket. She wobbled to the closet and grabbed a towel and quickly pulled her panties off. She still had to lay the towel down but couldn't stop the flow She let it flow on the wooden floor and whimpered. "Ugh..." Her face grew red. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Farah apologized. "It's alright!" She responded and smiled. Rose still was peeing. Finally, she finished. The next day it was awkward for these girls but they were somewhat closer than ever. THE END
  5. TheOmoBrony

    Wetting Homade Diaper

    My name's... well, just call me OmoBrony. Part of the Brony community, not gonna reveal much more. Let's get to my story! I walked into my room and open my closet. Perfect. The thin pull-ups were where I had put them when I bought them. I took one out, dropped my gym shorts and underwear and slid the pull-up on, then I put my homemade pants filing for a little extra protection in between my legs. I pull my gym shorts back up and sit on my bed, reach under it, and pull out my laptop. YouTube time! Weekends are always my favorite because I don't get much, of well, anything. No homework, no bugging me, no nothing. I open Microsoft Edge (I just upgraded to Windows 10) and go to YouTube. I stay on YouTube for about three hours before I feel an ever-so-soft twinge in my bladder. I was going to have to take a leak in a little while. My bladder of steel can hold on for another video... or two... ore three... four... seven. The twinge is much worse now, it's been two hours and ten minutes, give or take. I feel the pressure in my bladder screaming to let go and wet in my homemade diaper. I can feel and pushing in my rear. I needed to both go poop and pee. Luckily my parents aren't home, I can pee myself at will. I'm actually going to be alone all weekend. My parents are at couples counseling, they where fighting a lot more than usual. They usually fight about something worth fighting about, but lately, they've been fighting about everything. I know my homemade diaper for one or two uses during the night, given that owning pull-ups, I can wear them two bed and use them to keep from bed wetting and having it noticed. Back to the story, I don't want to ruin my bed sheets, nor ruin my computer. I put my computer down next to me and jump up, doing every potty-dance I know. My trying to hold it is futile. The pressures build to unbearable points and I'm going to give up. I uncross my legs in defeat and let go. I can feel my warm liquid fill up the homemade diaper and start to und down my legs. I take my gym shorts off and throw them in my pile of dirty laundry, I wear them to bed and I despise wearing something that's not a diaper that's a little wet to bed. I fell the pressure in my rear go away as I poop my diaper. I'm still peeing and the small puddle n my tile floor is now large and the soles of my feet are soaked with pee. I empty my bladder. I drop down my now thoroughly soaked pull-up to the floor with a damp thud. I take some baby wipes and wipe myself down and slide into a new pull up, leaving out the extra protection insert (I have like fifty at any time, they're made of toilet paper and felt). I check the time. Just after midnight. I turn my TV to TeenNick and watch The Nineties Are All That.​ After about three hours of watching nineties cartoons the small Twinge comes back. I ignore it and climb into bed. The twinge is gone as I release into my pull up and feel the dampness on my bed. As I slowly drift off, I move around in my pee-covered sheets. I wake in the morning to a large, wet spot on my sheets and a twinge in my bladder and I pressure by my butt. Instead of putting on a new diaper, I go in my soaked pull-up, feeling the coldness by my genitals go warm and a squishiness by my rear.​