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  1. Posted this as a reply to Quackduck, but i'll add a new topic for anyone else that wants it Imocho Live Action Pee Scene.mp4
  2. https://thisvid.com/videos/nikki/ This is a video about an 18 year old girl who still wets the bed and her (mom?) takes away her panty privileges. It’s from Diapermess.com and I didn’t see it on the do not post list and idek if it’s still a website.
  3. This is my first attempt at writing. I was lucky enough to get a detailed outline from one of the authors that I have read many times, Rick Dixon. Please be nice and not too nit picky on the spelling or the grammar as I am not even close to a professional writer. The first post is a "normal" ending, and the second post starts the same through most of it, then reflects an ending of a tread that I enjoyed of Rick's and am trying to resurrect with this story. Liz loved her life. She was only 20, still in the prime of her life. Her body was thicker in all the right places that garnered her all the attention that she wanted, plus some that made a slightly shy girl like her blush, but she only had eye's for her true knight in shining armor, Tom. She had a job that let her set her own hours, yet make enough to cover her rent and still have a good time. Tom and Liz had been together for a couple years before they had decided to move in to a house with a couple of other friends that they had known for their whole lives. The house was beautiful. The only drawback was that there was only one bathroom. As their friends Tiffany and Jeff work opposite hours from Tom at the bar, Liz was free any time she wanted, and their other roomie Sarah only seemed to be home once every couple of days to shower, so this wasn't really a big problem for the five friends. One warm summer night when the AC was on the fritz again, Liz went down to the bar where Tom worked. Dating the bartender had its perks, free cold drinks were a welcome break from the heat of the day. After a couple hours Liz started to feel a very slight need to pee. She wasn't worried though. After a very embarrassing incident at camp she had developed amazing control of her bladder. Anything to not have to live through the embarrassment again, But she figured with the bathroom situation the way it could be in her house she might want to duck off for a quick one.She downed her drink and headed off to the bathroom, looking for a bit of relief before she headed home. Just as she rounded the corner she saw an older woman with her hand burred in her crotch come storming up the hall ranting about how a bar should have a functioning toilet, and how she was going to report this to the health board. Liz could see from there that there was a steady steam of water coming from under the door of the lady's room. Not being one of those girls brash enough to strut in the mens, Liz decided she would just head home and call it a night. After kissing Tom goodnight and wishing him luck with the growing crowd of bouncy, irritate, desperate women demanding something be done, She gave herself a quick squeeze and hopped in a cab and headed home. It was quiet in the house, Too quiet. "Oh well" Liz said to herself, must be Tiff and Jeff were either asleep, fighting again, or both. They were one of those couples that could always fight, but were still madly in love with each other. As liz took off her four inch heels she had to stop for a couple seconds and clench. "Damn, I godda go" she thought. Stopping by her and Tom"s room liz stripped off her shirt to reveal a simple white bra, and shimmied out of her skin tight jeans. Standing there in just her white bra and panties, Liz admired her curves in the mirror. The same curves that she had cursed as a teen now filled out her clothes in a way that she loved. Stretching to the celing she was once again reminded of her now more pressing need. Liz walked; or more stumbled, as the last of her drinks were hitting her hard now, to the bathroom. Clicking on the light a sudden movement in the tub startled her and almost made a spurt shoot past her iron sphincter. Jeff was there with his blanket and pillow, and apon realizing who it was shouted "If she thinks I'm going to admit she was right, she has another thing coming." Shocked Liz just stood there for a second contemplating on weather she had to go bad enough to shoulder the embarrassment of going in front of her friend. Another muffled shout from Jeff To get out because some people had real jobs was enough to scare her out of the room. Standing in the hall Liz started to rub her shapely thies together and her hand strayed to the crotch of her panties. Even in her inebriated state her brain was working enough to know that she would eventually run out of time as the pressure was starting to build in her bladder. With a final clench of her muscles, Liz started through the house to find Tiffany, to see if she could convince Jeff to leave the bathroom. Apon arriving to Jeff and Tiffany's room Liz stopped for one more quick squeeze before she knocked. After entering the room Liz got to hear a twenty minuet rant from Tiffany on all of the things that Jeff had ever done. It all ended with her saying "And then the idiot said he would rather sleep in the tub than deal with me. Can you believe that? Rather a cold bathroom than a warm bed with someone like me." Through this rant Liz tried to be the good friend and offer help. This was getting harder, because all the drinks were not only effecting her brain but were rapidly swelling her bladder. Tiffany was to mad to notice all the fidgeting from her friend and didn't even pick up on the hint Liz tried to drop when she said, " Well he can't just stay in the bathroom all night, wouldn't mind ducking in there myself before bed." Tiffany just thought Liz was trying to be a good friend, Not someone looking out for herself and her by now very uncomfortable bladder. After Tiffany went in the bathroom there was some loud words that slowly started to sound calm. Liz couldn't really concentrate on them anymore. Her hand started to stray to her crotch as the pressure built in her bladder. She yawned and started to realize just how tired this had all made her. Liz opened her eyes. She was on a stage, all eyes were on her. The lead of the camp play had been given to her, and it was the final performance. She had just muddled up her lines because the pressure in her bladder was screaming to let out the three sodas she had drank at lunch. As she felt her face grow red with embarrassment she felt her dress get wetter. BOOM. Liz fell over in the hall `waking herself up. It was a dream that she woke up from far too often for her taste. Looking about lazily Liz saw that there was a touch of color in the sky. Walking by the open bathroom, compleatley forgetting about the toilet she still needed, she headed for her room for her morning after remedy. A red Gatorade and a couple painkillers for her pounding head. Feeling a chill liz glanced in the mirror, only then realizing her attire. She grabbed a robe and decided to head to the kitchen to watch the sunrise. Still groggy from last night Liz decides to start breakfast for the early risers in the house. After hitting the start button on the coffee maker she pulled up one of the tall chairs to the counter and sat down to wait for the coffee to start. Her legs dandled gracefully from the tall chair and she looked down at her perfectly painted toes. Loving the fact that she could always wear sandals as she was always proud of how her feet looked. She could feel the breeze of her legs moving back and forth on the insides of her perfectly shaped calves as they kept peeking trough the opening on the front of the green robe she was wearing. She was thicker than some girls but she was happy how strong her legs were and always loved the way her calves looked when she flexed them. The sun just started peeking through the window. This time of day was always so beautiful to her. Her vision fallowed the stream of light from the window to where it landed. Right on her upper thighs. As she looked the coffee maker finally started to drip, maybe she would have to clean th, "Ohhhhh" she moaned as her train of thought was broken by an urgent need to pee. It rushed back in her brain how many drinks she had had the night before and all the drama with Tiffany and Jeff. It all added up to a bulging full bladder that was just going to get worse with the gaterade that she had finished off for her head. Liz heard movement in the house and knew she would have to move fast to get to the bathroom. Going through the house she saw Sarah starting a load of laundry, and being able to smell a bit of the funk from her robe stopped for a second to toss it in with her load. She hadn't seen Sarah in a few days and Sarah loved to talk when she was around. Liz tried to toss the robe and keep moving, but Sarah blocked the hallway and started talking. Liz was now standing in just her white tshirt and panties. The cool of the night had lowered the temperature in the house making liz shiver. This had two results her nipples on her ample chest got hard enough that some might be concerned that they might just cut through the thin shirt, and her bladder had the worst spasm yet. Crossing her legs she tried to be nonchalant, and not let on to Sarah how bad she needed to pee. This all came to an end when Sarah pressed start on the washing machine. As the water started to fall into the machine Liz moaned and her hand shot to her crotch as she started to dance in front of her friend. Sarah had always had a thing for Liz, And had been very happy seeing a desperate person in the house from time to time with the bathroom situation. She tried to hold Liz up longer, feeling herself grow moist and her own nipples harden as she looked Liz up and down. Liz had her legs crossed hard, the muscles were flexing all the way up causing a very attractive effect. She had one hand buried in her crotch and the other was resting on the bulge that was above her panties. She looked like she was in mid pregnancy it was getting so big. Finally Liz couldn't take the noise of the water anymore. Every thought she had was keeping the flood at bay. What would Sarah think if she peed herself. Liz knew she wouldn't be able to live it down. .It would be even worse than the dream she had. She was a big girl who could control herself. A big girl she thought to herself. Suddenly another wave mad her moan, "OHHH. Sorry Sarah I've got to go bad, there's coffee started I'll talk to you when I'm out." Sarah watched as her friend moved past her. She was disappointed that she couldn't draw it out long enough to see a wet spot on Liz's panties, but she had places she had to be today, so she had to leave. She did give one last look back to see Liz with her shapely bottom swaying side to side hobbling towards the bathroom and her relief. Liz was starting to reach the end of her tether. She was starting to wonder if she would make it to the toilet that she ached for. Arriving at the bathroom she found the door closed, knocking she said "Who's in there I need to get in there pl...please" her voice was strained from the effort it took to not wet herself. There was no answer but she heard Tiffany and Jeff's voices behind the door. "Damn, must have made up again" Liz moaned. curse her luck, ten feet from her reliefe and she couldn't get there. Liz knew the lock on the door was broken and a more bold girl might just barge in and plop herself down in this situation, but she just couldn't do it. Leaning against the wall Liz crossed her legs double with her hand buried in her crotch. She couldn't think strait. It felt like literal waves were trying to push out. Liz closed her eyes and squeezed back another wave, she thought it sounded like a wounded dog was whining in the house, it took a few seconds for her to realize that the sound was coming from her on every breath. Looking down she saw how far her belly had expanded now. Her panties were now stretched out and cutting a line in her skin. She then realized that without thinking she had pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and was pushing directly on her pee hole. flushing with embarrassment she pulled the gusset back in place and started to dance around, bouncing, tapping, moaning, whining, This was getting really bad for her, her stomach was starting to hurt as her bladder cramped. her legs felt like they were on fire from the flexing they had been doing. Liz composed herself enough to knock once more whimpering as she does, "Come on guys please hur..hurry up, I really really have to pee. Its been like seven hou....hours" her voice breaking off and the lsat word coming out as more of a sob than anything as her bladder tried to squeeze down again. She had been dancing and making so much noise that she hadn't heard the shower on in the bathroom, but when Tiffany poked her head out the door Liz almost fell over with the sight of running water. Her pee made a serious attempt ate freedom and it was all she could do to clamp it off. Looking up at Tiffany she made a pathetic attempt to say something, but it just came out as incoherent whimpering. Tiffany knew both her and Jeff had to go to work soon and was not going to have her shower quickee. Plus Liz was always mentioning how many times Tiffany had to pee when they went out for drinks. Almost saying she was inferior for her smaller bladder. "Well" Tiff thought "Guess Its time for you to be desperate." Tiffany looked her friend in her eye's and said "Look if your going to dance around in the hall at least keep it down." Slamming the door in Liz's face as she tried to push in to the bathroom. Liz was shocked. she stood there hands and sphincter trying to hold back an angry ocean and her friend wouldn;t just let her pee. For ten minuets she did everything she could to hold. She had been working so hard that sweat was starting to soak her shirt and make it see through. Her crotch and hands had sweat so much that she wasn't sure if she was starting to loose it or not. By the time The couple left the bathroom and walked by she was almost in another world and was moaning in a whimpering sobbing voice "big girl...bi..big..g..g..girl" She moved as fast as she could to the toilet while not relinquishing her hold on her pee hole. Only to find what almost put her over the edge, The bowl was full to the brim of murky water. Tears started to fall slowly down her face. What was she going to do now. Close to a complete melt down Tom walked up to her. He had had a long night getting the toilets working at the bar and Jeff had woke him from his slumber on the couch to tell him the toilet was busted here to. He was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend in the most desperate state that he had ever seen someone in without wetting. He knew she had a phobia about people seeing her pee and knew this was his chance to get what he had always wanted. Tom valiantly tried to get the toilet working while Liz perched herself on the counter, legs crossed grinding her lips into the hard counter top. She was exhausted and every muscle was starting to cramp. But she couldn't wet herself in front of Tom, what would he think of dating a woman who peed herself like a baby. Tom on the other hand was in heaven. the whimpering sobs his girlfriend made and seeing the look of pained desperation was more than enough to get him extremely excited and he couldn't believe that she didn't just go in the shower or the sink that she was right next to. Liz saw Tom stand up and stretch his back through tear filled eyes. He looked at her and said "Well I'll have to go to the hardware store in a couple hours to get what I need." This was too much for poor Liz. She felt a one second spurt burst out of her. She almost screamed with the pain that it cost her to clamp down and stop it. Tom watched as her panties got wetter than just the sweat and saw a small trickle make its way down the length of her shapely legs. He had always been a bit turned on by seeing women having to pee. The night before with the toilets being broke at the bar had given him a couple shows, but no one had wet themselves. After that disappointment Tom was not going to miss this chance. Liz had some how regained control, just barely, when through her tear filled eyes she saw tom start some slow music on his phone. She had no idea what he was doing, but her hope was that he was trying to cover the sound of her desperation so anyone who might still be in the house wouldn't hear. She quickly found out how wrong she was. Tom reached out and pulled liz off the counter, with her legs twisted together as they were she was barley able to stand, but she was grateful her hero was there for her. As tom gazed down at Liz he really loved the look of shock on her face as he reached over and opened the door of the bathroom, hugged her close, and started to dance her out to the hallway. In her desperate state he was the one doing all the "dancing" and all her feet were really doing were sliding across the floor. Each move Tom made sent a new wave of misery through Liz. Her whole body felt it was on fire as her muscles cramped and her cheeks were soaked in her tears from the entirety of the whole situation. Tom pulled her close in one of his "moves" causing her now almost constant whining and whimpering to turn to a yelp and a two second blast of pee to rush out as Tom felt what almost felt like a basketball press into him. Tom could feel his pant leg get wet, as it soaked up the liquid off of her legs. This was it for him, he had to see this beautiful, sweating woman lose control. Liz had finally gotten over the shock enough to start making whole words again instead of just incoherent noises. "Please...PLEA...se....I...need..t..t..t..top...p...ppp...PEE" The last word came out as a scream. Tom just smiled a slightly wicked smile that she had never seen before and struck a bit of fear into her very being. Tom whipped Liz around one last time, she could feel drops statr to escape. Not a stream just drop after burning drop. Her breathing and heart rate were reaching an almost dangerous level as the only thing that was keeping her muscles clamped down was an almost primal fear of the embarrassment that emptying her bladder here would cause. Tom gave her one last squeeze and then pulled her back into a deep dip. Liz let out a small scream in the squeeze and then a loud shriek when Tom bent her over backwards. Liz's body could take no more in this position, and the now almost constant dripping turned into a torrent. To her it almost felt as if the urine was being ripped out of her. Her eyes squeezed shut almost as tight as her bladder was pushing down, as she put every bit of energy into closing her overworked muscles, but it was no use, the best she could do was slow the stream, as she begged herself, "No no no, please please, not here. Not again, Big g..." in a quivering weak voice. This attempt caused her so much pain that she screamed again. As Tom almost lovingly layed her the rest of the way down on the floor, so he could get a good view of the awe inspiring show his girlfriend was putting on, Liz finally forced her eyes open almost in a daze, still repeating "no" every few seconds. She had been peeing for almost 45 seconds by now and the puddle was still growing rapidly as she layed in it. Liz's clothes clung to her body from the moisture, and were now not hiding anything as she glanced down at herself and her legs had opened in her minds attempt to stop the pain from her cramped muscles. This gave Tom an unobstructed view as the pee was now blasting from between her legs with enough force to make it seem as if the panties weren't even there. Liz heard laughter behind her and as her bladder was finally reducing her pressure down to a trickle, she looked around and saw all three of her other housemates standing there, drawn to the hallway by her screams of pain and her crying. They were all taking little steps back as her pee threatened to wet their feet. Then Liz noticed something that made her panic even more than she already was, Sarah had her phone out and there was a red light on the front. Liz broke down and wept like she had never wept before as the knowledge and embarrassment washed through her. Her bladder finally empty, she tried to stand up and run to the bathroom. Her legs were still cramped, causing her to fall back into her puddle with a splash. On her second try she finally got upright and stumbled into the bathroom. As her mind tried to wrap itself around what just happened and what her "friends" and "boyfriend" had just done to her she started to peal off her see-through panties and shirt. She was now shivering from not only the shock, but the chill of being soaked. Reaching out she turned the nob on the shower. Only the smallest trickle came out. standing there in complete shock she didn't know what to do. As she looked at the miniscule amount of water, her bladder squeezed again and matched the trickle from the shower for a couple more seconds. Her legs gave out and she wept as she tried to think of how she would be able to wash herself, and she just sat there and cried as she broke down compleatly. Alternate ending. Tom valiantly tried to get the toilet working while Liz perched herself on the counter, legs crossed grinding her lips into the hard counter-top. She was exhausted and every muscle was starting to cramp. But she couldn't wet herself in front of Tom, what would he think of dating a woman who peed herself like a baby. Tom on the other hand was in heaven. the whimpering sobs his girlfriend made and seeing the look of pained desperation was more than enough to get him extremely excited and he couldn't believe that she didn't just go in the shower or the sink that she was right next to. Liz saw Tom stand up and stretch his back through tear filled eyes. He looked at her and said "Well I'll have to go to the hardware store in a couple hours to get what I need." This was too much for poor Liz. She felt a one second spurt burst out of her. She almost screamed with the pain that it cost her to clamp doun and stop it. Tom watched as her panties got wetter than just the sweat and saw a small trickle make its way down the length of her shapely legs. He had always been a bit turned on by seeing women having to pee. The night before with the toilets being broke at the bar had given him a couple shows, but no one had wet themselves. After that disappointment Tom was not going to miss this chance. Liz had some how regained control, just barley, when through her tear filled eyes she saw tom start some slow music on his phone. She had no idea what he was doing, but her hope was that he was trying to cover the sound of her desperation so anyone who might still be in the house wouldn't hear. She quickly found out how wrong she was. Tom reached out and pulled liz off the counter, with her legs twisted together as they were she was barley able to stand, but she was grateful her hero was there for her. As tom gazed down at Liz he really loved the look of shock on her face as he reached over and opened the door of the bathroom, hugged her close, and started to dance her out to the hallway. In her desperate state he was the one doing all the "dancing" and all her feet were really doing were sliding across the floor. Each move Tom made sent a new wave of misery through Liz. Her whole body felt it was on fire as her muscles cramped and her cheeks were soaked in her tears from the entirety of the whole situation. Tom pulled her close in one of his "moves" causing her now almost impossibly hard bladder to press into him. Liz screamed "NOOOOOOOOO" she couldn't believe the pain that this caused. It felt as if her bladder was going to rip apart. "No" she thought, "It feels like I'm going to rip apart." Tom Loved the way she was squirming and the slipperiness of her skin from all the sweat, And squeezed again. Liz was in agony. She felt her urine rushing to get out, but stopped by one cramped up muscle. She screamed again, High pitched and pitiful. This caused her housemates who were all ready to head out on their day to wait and come see what was happening. They walked into the hallway as Tom gave one last hard squeeze, reveling in the feeling of her bladder. He couldn't believe how hard it was. Liz on the other hand felt as if her whole being was ripped apart. BOOM. A sound like a gigantic balloon popping filled the house. Tom was now standing there with his arms around nothing. The housemates didn't know what had happened, one second Liz was there, and the next with the BOOM, she was gone. The only thing left was a big ball of water that fell to the ground, as if a watter baloon were to disapear around it, and slpash onto the floor, sending dropplets covering them all. Total shock filled the hallway as they all tried to posses what had happened and wondering of anyone would believe them, hell, if they even believed what they had saw.
  4. After a week of work, I have finished a complete animation involving wetting and hypnosis. The Animation is voiced (sub only), has sfx and Background Music. This is my first work fully using Photoshop for an Animation (there's a previous one, but I used mostly gimp, I am sure you will easily be able to find it on this board). Here's a quick summary pick to have a look at it before you download the whole thing. The vid contains a lot of inner resisting monologue as you can see and yes, it's all voiced in japanese. The commands given to Arisa (the sub) are of the caliber that makes her scream and beg to not do this to her, so expect that when you watch it. The original Art comes from Tokubetsu Jugyou 3SLG (the Eroge) released by Bishop and so does the voice of the sub, though the voicelines have been rearranged and modified. So without any further teasing, here is the vid: Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4 If you are not able to download it or don't want to, you can watch it directly on dropbox as well: https://www.dropbox.com/s/vuy2scercwa2q1u/Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4?dl=0 Please leave a lot of comments if you like it and if not, let me know too.
  5. As most of you will know by now, I’ve had a recent resurgence of my overactive bladder (OAB) over the past few months. As a result, I’ve been having significantly more accidents than normal. For the past three years, any wetting accidents (other than ones planned and for fun), have been largely limited to: Stress leaks, as a result of big sneezes, working out hard, jumping and landing too hard, all on a full or mostly full bladder. I’ve had these all my life and they are entirely manageable, as I can pretty much predict them and take countermeasures. For example, I’ll wear a pad all the time during that one month in Vancouver when I’m suddenly allergic to something in the air and suffer from lots of sneezes. If I’m going for a jog, I always wear black running shorts (or tights) which conceal accidents and leaks very effectively, and if I’m doing some serious impact stuff (and lazy Rachel hasn’t for a while now), then I’ll pop a pad in my panties. I’m also going to invest in a cute running skirt, as this will cover up leaks even better and I loved a tennis skirt I recently got to wear and wet for a customer. Despite these measures I do have the occasional unpredicted leak, caused by a hearty laugh, an unexpected impact, sneeze or that sort of thing. Fortunately, unless my bladder is bursting, these accidents typically only result in a large wet spot on my panties, which seldom shows through my clothes. I’ve learned to live with these very occasional occurrences by always packing a spare pair of panties in a Ziploc baggie in my purse, and not getting in the habit of wandering about, far from washrooms, with a super full bladder. I can still trigger one of these accidents, rather easily it would appear (given the fun I’ve been having with pads lately), and they are pretty similar. I should point out that on a super full bladder, the accident can be more serious, as I have difficulty stopping once I start, and once triggered by a stressor, my bladder can release a decent amount when full. Fortunately I’ve not had one of these accident in many year (though I came close on Black Friday…) Very rare bedwetting incidents. Prior to November, I had maybe two or three of these a year and they were all triggered by my going to bed with a pretty full bladder after drinking wine (or other booze). I’ve been adulting a lot lately, and not had occasions to do a lot of heavy student-like drinking, and as a result, my bed (and husband) were keeping dry. Even when I had been drinking, I would almost always put on protection before going to bed (almost always a Goodnite) and if I was too forgone to remember, my loving husband would often help me out. Up until November, these were the only issues I had to worry about, and they were not serious. However, in November, I wet the bed, on a random and non-party night, and then started getting more OAB symptoms. These included more wet nights, even after countermeasures (like reducing fluids, double voiding, avoiding some foods and that sort of thing), as well as some key-in-latch leaks and more serious accidents, and surprise urges that would cause me to need to rush to the bathroom ‘right now!’ some of which have resulted in those key-in-latch accidents. I grew up with these symptoms, and am very familiar with them. Growing up, we tried all sorts of things, so many that I won’t go into the list. I also think my mind fetishized wetting and diapers as a partial coping mechanism, though I’m sure there’s some more complicated psychology going on behind the scenes as well. Nothing much worked, apart from one medication, which I only used when I was travelling due to uncomfortable side effects, and which only really reduced the size of my night time accidents and the number of random urges I’ll got during the day. Then, when I was just graduating as an undergraduate, a new treatment emerged, which uses Botox injections into the overactive bladder muscles, thereby calming them down (to use totally non-technical terms). Well, we tried this, and after a really uncomfortable and embarrassing procedure, and a couple of weeks, it worked! I can’t say how happy I was! I went off to grad school, lost my virginity, slept over with boys, travelled around the world, had my heart broken, got married, and all sorts of things. Things I would have never done if I’d been wetting the bed each night, and having daytime urge issues. Well, the treatment is only expected to last 3 years or so. The Botox only calms the muscles down for so long. Well more than three years ago, I was in the early stages of my relationship with my husband (who was then my like 4th boyfriend), and the symptoms came back. I won’t rehash what happened, as it’s covered here (First diaper cuddle), but to summarize, Rachel had to make the decision to either come out to her boyfriend and tell him about her bedwetting issues, or find a new boyfriend (or more likely be single until I could get another treatment). Well Rachel gritted her teeth and steeled her strength, and spent her first night laying next to her now husband, wearing a diaper. Anyhow that was well over three years ago, and I was getting happy with having a pretty typical bladder again (a very high number of women have some stress incontinence issues, so even this is pretty typical). November, though I should have been expecting it, kind of came as a surprise. Because I know the deal by now, I scheduled an appointment with my urologist after my 3rd wet night. Since my unexpected wet night, I’ve wet the bed at least twice a week, and over the past two weeks, I’ve been wet three to four times. I’ve been wearing Goodnites to bed every night, and these have been keeping my bed (and husband) dry. The new Goodnites will hold an entire Rachel bladder, unless she is bursting, in which case, they leak a tiny amount, but these little spots are almost always dry by morning. I’ve been doing all the necessary lifestyle stuff I mentioned before bed as well. During the day I’ve re-established my using the bathroom ‘just in case’ policy more often, and in the most recent weeks, I’ve been wearing pads regularly. As a result, I’ve had few serious daytime incidents, though I have had a good number of leaks necessitating panty changes and pad replacements, and a few bigger accidents (which I’ll tell you about, or already have). This is also a little annoying because I’ve been selling my used panties to customers and not all of them want panties which have been peed in, accidents have required me to wash the panties and start wearing them all over again. All of this hasn’t stopped me from enjoying my fetish, and as I’m using them more often, I’ve been on a bit of a pad binge lately. I’ve kind of been enjoying wearing protection to bed and cuddling the hubby. It’s winter and often chilly at night, and cuddling in a diaper is a lovely feeling. Waking up wet it much less enjoyable, but the Goodnite makes it as manageable as possible. Oh and on a random note, I’ve also been leaking a lot more during sex, meaning that we’ve been going through a decent amount of towels on a good week. So this has been the past two months for me, and the OAB issues have been getting gradually a little worse, despite the precautions I’ve been taking. I’ve been waiting for my urologist appointment for quite some time, and it’s the first step I need to take in order to get a referral for the Botox treatment. The waiting list to see my urologist is longer than the list to get the Botox treatment, so my hope has been to get the old bladder working before the end of February. In anticipation of the appointment, I’ve been keeping a voiding diary (and actually I’ve been using an App on my phone, which is more geared towards kids, but kinda fun. DryDawn lets me print off reports for my urologist and is kinda cute). Well this past Friday I finally went in to see my urologist. Now in the past, when I was visiting my urologist more often, I would often experiment, just a little. In the UK my urologist would make you do a flow test and ultrasound every appointment, even if they were only 3 months apart, so I started experimenting a little. This included wearing a diaper to one appointment, and even ‘planning’ an accident at another. It is wrong to include others non-consensually in your kink, but I felt like in this case it wasn’t the same, as these were things I would actually do normally. For example, the ‘planned ultrasound accident’ was really a recreation of a real accident I had had at an appointment when I was in high school. I don’t see my Canadian urologist nearly as often, and so the redundant ultrasounds and flow tests don’t happen. I considered planning another accident, as I recall the emotions associated with this accident a lot still when I’m masturbating and they very often push me over the edge. But I have already done this, and besides, due to the increased inconvenience of my recent wettings, and the rarity with which I see my urologist, I felt like this might be a distraction. Also, given my current bladder situation, I don’t think I could hold nearly as much liquid, and I would almost certainly lose control of the situation very quickly. So this urologist appointment was going to be all business, or mostly business. Leading up to the appointment I was concerned about leaks and real accidents. To do an ultrasound (and flow test) you are asked to arrive with a ‘comfortably full bladder.’ Now because, as I’ve noted above, a full bladder puts me at considerable risk of having a real accident when my OAB symptoms kick in, I struggled to come up with just what a ‘comfortably full bladder’ would feel like for me. These days, a full bladder might be physically comfortable, but leave me super nervous about accidents. I settled on the solution of wearing protection to the appointment, and to add a little thrill to the experience, I would wear a Goodnite, rather than a more mature-looking Always or Depends pullup, or a more discreet pad. Now I’ve worn protection to numerous appointments in the past. My history of having real accidents when wandering about with a full bladder, or when a doctor pressed a freezing cold ultrasound wand on my distended bladder, has taught me to do this. In the past I’ve worn bulky incontinence pads to appointments, and these have often necessitated changing afterwards. One I have worn a Goodnite to an appointment, and the technician did not bat an eyelid at them when they pulled down the front of my pants to do the ultrasound. But this was only once, and my heart was pounding the whole time. So, for Friday’s appointment, I decided that once again, I would wear a Goodnite to the appointment, and see what happened. I woke up wet and therefore started my day with a shower. So in preparation for the 1:40 appointment I kept well hydrated all morning and used the washroom several times. My morning two mugs of green tea went through me like a flood. I printed off my voiding diary and bladder stats, and checked some emails. At 11 am I got ready to leave, the appointment was across town and required some complicated use of buses and the Skytrain, and I didn’t want to arrive late. My plan was to arrive early and read a book in a nearby café before heading over to the office. Before I left, I changed out of the PJs I was wearing around the house, and into one of the owl-print Goodnites I love so much. Overtop I pulled a pair of my Little Mermaid boy-short panties (my cute green ones). I typically always wear panties overtop of diapers when I’m wearing out in public, this makes changing easier as you can just tear off the Goodnite, and also cuts down on noise. The panty waistband can also offer some added discretion if the panties are sufficiently large. I then pulled on a pair of light jeans. If I did have an accident, the Goodnites would almost certainly catch everything, however they leaked, I didn’t want to make things easier for me. I put a tank top over my bra, buttoned up a blouse and put on a nice jumper over top. I put on some makeup and grabbed my book, purse and phone, and headed out into the world around 11:30. Not bad prep time actually ;) I did have pads and my usual spare pair of panties in my purse, but did not bring a larger bag with say a change of pants. I used the washroom right before leaving the house, as I’d filled up during my preparations. I brought a small water bottle and some snacks as well. I therefore left the house in my Goodnite, I was filled with mixed and complicated emotions. I read my book in transit and was acutely aware of the diaper I was wearing. I’ve worn out in public tons of times, both for fun and out of need. Sometimes this seems like a normal thing and I quickly almost forget about the protection I’m wearing. Other times I’ll we aware of it all the time, and worry about leaks or peeks. Today, given what was going to transpire in the early afternoon, I was very aware of the protection I was wearing and made sure my larger jumper covered the waistband of my jeans when I moved about. The transit gods smiled on me, and I arrived at the general vicinity of the urologist’s office with lots of time to spare, it was about 1 pm when I arrived, and so I headed over to a small independent café across the street and ordered a large tea. My water bottle was empty at this point and I could feel myself filling up. I was at about a 4 on the old desperation scale; the point where I was comfortable, and would likely not use the washroom just in case, unless I was about to depart on a long car ride, or that sort of thing. I settled down and read my book for half an hour. At about 1:20 pm, I felt like I was would not be full enough for the appointment, and since I’d already finished my tea, I had a glass of water and I filled my water bottle from the water jug as well. I downed this, and was feeling to be about a 6 or a 7 when I got up at 1:30 pm and wandered over to the office to check in. Now the reason I didn’t fill up to the point of jumping about and/or needing to hold myself, was that despite the fact that I was schedule for 1:40 pm, I’ve almost never been to an appointment with a urologist that wasn’t running behind. It has something to do with the tests they do and other factors, but they never seem to be on time. My UK clinic had a sign that said “if your appointment is 45 minutes late, see the nurses at the front,” largely because people are regularly arriving with full bladders and 45 minutes was a typical, albeit horribly long, wait for the office. I signed in and the friendly woman at the front desk, who was about my age, maybe a little older, but who was wearing far too much makeup, confirmed my address, and asked me if I needed to pee. It’s always a little embarrassing to have a stranger ask you this, and I must have blushed a little because she broke eye contact, but I confirmed that yes, I did have to go. “We are running about 15 minutes late, will you be ok?” she asked. I thought about it for a little bit, but given my current situation, another 15 or 20 minutes seemed reasonable. I was feeling a little brave as well, and I thought downing my water bottle over this time as well. I confirmed that I would be ok, still blushing, and she directed me to take a seat. The waiting room was small and cramped. It constituted about 8 chairs around a small alcove (three on each side and two on the back), with a table strewn with magazines, OAB leaflets, and other brochures. There was a sad looking fake plant in the corner, and a water cooler near the entrance with little paper cups. The alcove is off to the right when you come in the entrance of the office, but no immediately to the right, this is the washroom, marked with a generic sign. The nurses/receptionist desk is off to the left with a hall leading into the examination rooms beside it. The reception desk is not too far from the waiting alcove and I nervously thought that everyone in the waiting room could hear our conversation, despite my hushed tone. I took off my jacket and grabbed a seat between two people. I looked around the waiting room, and there were a number of other people there. I don’t really recall all the details, but it was sufficiently crowded that I needed to take a seat between two people. I chose the seat in the corner on the right hand side, next to the sad-looking plant. To my left was an elderly woman sitting next to an elderly man. I assumed they were a couple, as they exchanged quiet words from time to time. To my right was a 40-something woman with who I assume was her daughter of 13 or 14 sitting beside her. Sitting across from me was an older man, maybe in his 50s or 60s, who was sitting in the middle of the three seats on this side. I felt more comfortable sitting between the two women. Walking in I smiled awkwardly at the other people in the waiting room but didn’t get much of a response. The young girl was playing on her phone (or some device), her mother was reading a magazine. The man across from me was sitting there waiting quietly, and the couple to my left were similarly waiting, though every so often one of them would explore the materials on the table. Everyone looked relatively relaxed, and by this I mean no one was sitting on their heel, bouncing up and down, or holding themselves. I opened my bag and removed my book, and continued reading. Every so often I would look up, distracted by a movement from a fellow patient. I deduced that the woman in the couple next to me was likely the patient, and that her husband was there for support. It was also not hard to deduce that the young girl was the patient brought by her mother (as otherwise she would have been in school). I commiserated with her, as I’ve been in her exact place before. I continued to read but was becoming increasingly full. Again feeling a little exhibitionistic, I decided that I would play at being a little more desperate than I actually was. I crossed my legs, and wiggled my foot. After about 5 minutes a woman in a long coat walked out from the examination room hallway, exchanged a few words with the woman at the reception, and headed out. A few minutes later a female nurse in her 40s walked out and spoke with the receptionist, and then called a name. The older man across from me stood up and followed her inside. I was now at about an 8 on the desperation scale and beginning to worry, just a little. It was a only 1:45pm, but given the number of people in the waiting room, I was expecting a longer than 15 minute wait. I was most worried about having a bladder spasm, as I was pretty sure I could last at least another 20 minutes without too much difficulty, and perhaps longer if need be, but if my bladder decided to send me an urge spasm, I was at the point now where I would likely only barely make it to the nearby washroom, if at all. I was also super nervous, my heart was pounding in time with my jiggling foot, and I noticed I wasn’t making much progress on my book. I bookmarked my spot, and decided to abandon my reading. I squeezed my legs together more tightly, and reminded myself that I was wearing reliable protection, and that I could always get up and ask to use the washroom ‘to relieve pressure’ if I absolutely had to. But this didn’t quite comfort me, I suppose my intentional desperate body language was tricking my brain into thinking I was more desperate than I was. The young girl tugged on her mother’s sleeve and whispered something in her ear, and her mother responded quietly back. The older couple sat in amiable silence. And I sat there, legs tightly twisted together, jiggling my foot desperately. This tableau continued for some time, until about 1:55pm (I checked my phone), when a different middle-aged female nurse came out and called another name. This time the older couple got up, and, after taking some time gathering their things, they followed the nurse in. As the waiting room emptied, I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and could see the receptionist looking my way, inquisitively. Glancing about I also briefly saw the eyes of the young girl staring at me, before they were quickly averted. I was still at about an 8.5 but my desperation was increasing significantly. I had to decide if I was going to hold myself or sit on my heel. I opted for holding myself, because if I did have a leak while sitting on my heel there was a very good chance that the Goodnite might leak. I carefully uncrossed my legs and keeping them tightly squeezed together. I was no longer play-acting desperate body language, I was honestly desperate. It was 2:00 pm and my appointment was nowhere in sight. I moved my purse to my lap to provide cover, and once it was there, I carefully moved my hand underneath and pressed two fingers between my legs. All the while, I could not keep my foot from jiggling. At about this time, another patient came in through the office door and checked in with the receptionist. This time it was an older man, probably in his 60s, and after speaking with the receptionist, he moved to assume the spot across from me. He smiled as he came into the waiting area, and made some comment about the weather. The woman and her daughter ignored him and had another whispered exchange. As a result, I felt like the comment was directed at me and that social pressure dictate that I respond (I was no longer reading after all). Not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to have a lengthy conversation, lest my desperation be audible in the sound of my voice, I gave a non-committal answer. He tried for conversation a second time, and this time cheerfully asked something like: “You been here before?” I wasn’t going to escape from this conversation that easily, and so, hand still surreptitiously holding myself under my purse, I made light conversation, or tried to. My foot was wiggling uncontrollably now, and I my legs were shaking a little. I responded something like “Yes, this is my first time to this doctor.” This is a new urologist for me, I’m relatively new to the city and I’ve usually gone to a clinic near our flat when I need medication or for general checkups. I went there in November to get a referral to a urologist, it’s really hard to find a family doctor in Vancouver, but the local clinic knows me pretty well. I feel more comfortable once I’ve had the same doctor a couple of times, I am always embarrassed by raised eye brows and probing questions from new doctors reading my file for the first time. The older man was giving off the vibe of someone who does not quite pick up on subtle social cues, like the curt answer I had just delivered, or perhaps he was super desperate and talking took his mind off of it. Either way, he pressed on. “I’m here because of the old prostate, never been to this kinda doctor before.” I’ve tried to capture his friendly but colloquial manner, also this is sort of an approximation of the conversation, it’s surprisingly hard to remember things when you are bursting. “So your first time too then.” He finished, which was not quite a question. I felt compelled to answer him, rather than give a non-committal ‘uh huh,’ but also not wanting to give this man my life story coupled with my medical history. “No, I’ve had a number of doctors, this is just my first time here.” I clarified. Now don’t forget, I was edging towards a 9 on the desperation scale, though I was still holding on at an 8.5, my hand offering whatever support it could between my legs, hopefully shielded from view by my purse. The padding of the combination of my jeans and the diaper I was wearing made my two fingers not as effective as if I’d been wearing a thin dress… or if my hand were inside my Goodnite. Unfortunately this would have been wildly inappropriate, but a girl can dream. At the edge of my vision I could see the girl and her mother exchanging more whispers. I was very preoccupied with my own situation, but I think I could see clear signs of desperation in the girl. “Oh,” he intoned, perhaps now picking up on my flat disengaging tone. But no, he pressed on. Who makes idle conversation in a doctors waiting room? “You been waiting long?” He asked, thankfully steering the conversation in another direction. “Um,” using this opportunity to press my thighs together more closely, which was hard given that my legs were shaking. I know that sitting sort of hunched over in this fashion is not the most effective way to hold your pee when you are super desperate, but it was the only position I could take given the type of chairs and my need to hold myself. Checking my phone required an awkward one armed maneuver into my purse. I looked at my phone and it said 2:08 pm. “Um not too long, maybe half an hour.” I replied vaguely, slipping my phone back into my bag. Fool! I should have pretended to check a message or something to escape the conversation. “Oh, that long huh? Well, you look like you need to go badly.” He observed in a tone that implied that he commiserated with my situation. I could feel my face burn as I blushed crimson. I was horrified. He must have noticed, as he let the conversation thankfully trail off at this point. I was pretty desperate, and I’m sure it was rather obvious, but there is something utterly embarrassing about a stranger noticing and pointing out these signs. I had the fleeting desire to deny the need to go, like a child caught holding themselves and bouncing about might do when confronted by an adult and asked if the needed to go. But I was too embarrassed, and still thinking clearly used this awkward moment to try to extricate myself from the conversation. At this point the girl whispered something else to her mother, who stood up, and made her way to the receptionist, where she asked a question. Probably the question we were all wondering. The receptionist responded in a voice that carried over into the waiting room, something along the lines of “It should not be much longer, no more than 10 minutes.” And then she said something else in a quieter tone and had a short, hushed conversation with the woman. My mind did some quick math and thinking. So 15 minutes, who did that apply to? Was it the estimate for the young girl and mother, and who was first? If I was first, and the receptionist was predicting 15 minutes, then I was likely going to be seen right away. But if they were going to be seen first, then did I have to wait another 20 to 25 minutes? How many technicians were they operating? If it was just one then it might take longer. If it was two, then surely I’d be seen shortly. My mind raced and this was nice, as it sort of took my mind off my growing desperation. I did take a moment to contemplate just going in my Goodnite, this was one of the reasons I had chosen to wear it, in case there were delays, in case I had a bad urge and couldn’t make it to the washroom on time, and also for the little thrill of wearing it in a situation where it would be seen. But I also was not sure about my ability to stop after having initiated a flow. And while the new Goodnites are pretty good and do hold almost a full Rachel bladder, I definitely had a full Rachel bladder at this point. It would likely leak. Plus sitting down makes leaks unpredictable. Not only this, but you are supposed to have a full bladder for these tests, and if I emptied my bladder into the diaper (or in the washroom literally next to me), I would have to wait for it to refill. Yes, there was the option of trying to half empty my bladder in either the toilet or my Goodnite, but I really didn’t think I could stop the flow mid-way through, it would be more like at the last quarter if I was luck. While all this was racing through my head, the man, perhaps realizing his social faux pas was rummaging around on the table for a magazine, and the mother and daughter were exchanging words in very hushed tones. I didn’t catch much at all, only a few snippets. But after a few more words, the girl handed her phone to her mother and walked around the corner to the washroom. I’m pretty sure I know what had been discussed. Clinics will always let you use the washroom if you are desperate to go, and they ask you to just release a little, to remove the pressure. As I was just discussing, this isn’t really an option available to me, but it is very common. Worst case of course you empty your whole bladder and then have to sit there for however long it takes to refill it using the little paper cups from the water cooler. It was 2:11 pm. With only three of us in the waiting area, and my inclination leaning towards jumping in the loo as soon as the girl returned, I finally spotted the first nurse walking to the receptionist. They spoke very briefly and there was a point. Then I heard my name. “Kirwan? Kirwan?” I pulled my hand out from between my legs and jumped up. This was perhaps ill-advised as it sent shocks of desperation through my abdomen. I hurried over, forgetting my jacket in the waiting room. “Yes, that’s me.” I gasped. “Ready?” Ask the kindly looking nurse. Like I mentioned, she was in her 40s, and had long black hair. She was a little over weight, but in a way that indicated that she’d likely had a couple of children. I nodded vigorously, and followed her down the hall. She made small talk as we walked. “Sorry we were running a little late… Would you like to use the washroom before we do the ultrasound? Just to let off a little pressure?” She asked kindly. “Better not,” I replied. Walking seemed to have reduced my acute desperation for the time being, and I felt like I had settled in to an 8.5. And then, feeling like some explanation was needed, and blushing a little, I added “It’s hard for me to stop once I get going.” “Oh that’s ok, we’ll be super quick.” She replied. “That’s the washroom for after.” She gestured towards a clearly marked door on our right. “And we will be in here.” She gestured to a room almost across the hall from the washroom to the left. The hallway continued along a ways and I noticed other doors and trolleys and baskets along the sides of the hallway out of the corner of my eye as we turned into the room. “So you’ve done this before?” The nurse asked. For some reason the rooms where they do ultrasounds always seem darker than they should, it’s a little strange. Anyhow, I was in no condition to observe the room too closely. The abatement to my desperation due to walking was gone, and I was at a 9. It wasn’t a ‘the pee is coming now’ kind of 9, but it was certainly a ‘you need to find a washroom in the next two minutes or it’s going to happen’ kind of 9. I concentrated hard on controlling my bladder. “Yeah, a couple of times.” I replied, almost not hearing her answer. “You can put your purse here if you like,” said the nurse, helpfully gesturing to a couple of chairs to the right of the door. I did so, and then hurried to the table. Knowing the process by this point, I undid the top button of my jeans. I lay on my back and rolled up my tops, revealing my naked belly. “Ok, so I’ll only scan your bladder now, then you can use the washroom, it’s all set up for your flow test. When you come back, I’ll scan for residual and do your kidneys, sound good?” She asked, while rolling the ultrasound machine over to the side of the table. “I really have to go.” I admitted a little panicky, and blushing just a little. For some reasons it’s easier to tell a medical practitioner these things, rather than say a random guy. “Don’t worry I’ll be quick.” She replied. “Would you mind undoing those a little?” She gestured towards my jeans. While I had undone the button, I had no touched the fly at all. They need to scan your full bladder for these kinds of ultrasounds, and this usually involves them having to pull down the waistband of your trousers. I am fully aware of this, having done a dozen or so ultrasounds in my day, and as I mentioned, would almost always wear a pad to these tests, and a pair of panties which look dignified, so not my adorable little mermaid panties. Today I had broken both of these practices, and was wearing green Little Mermaid panties overtop of a Goodnite. Not quite caring at this point, but also getting a secret exhibitionistic rush, I undid my fly, and pulled it all the way down. And for good measure (and to avoid getting the ultrasound goo on my jeans), I shimmied my pants down a little, wiggling my bum. In so doing I revealed the top inch of the waistband of the Goodnites, and the top portion of my panties. The Little Mermaid emblem is on the bum of the panties, so this was not visible, and they would appear to the casual observing nurse, to be a normal pair of green panties. My desperation was a powerful all-consuming force at this point, and I considered just releasing. Wetting a Goodnite while laying on your back is one of the safer positions in which to flood it. It is when you lay on your side that you have to worry about leaks. I decided to hold on until after the test, as I could make it, if it happened now. The nurse pulled out a piece of thin paper and, pulling the waistband of my diaper and panties down a little ways, tucked it in, she tucked in a second piece of paper next to it. “This will keep your …” She paused, and then quickly re-phrased, “This will stop the gel from getting on your clothes.” I was blushing in the low light of the room. My heart was pounding and I could feel my adrenaline rising. This was that exquisite exhibitionistic thrill suffuses my body in panicky energy. My diaper was obvious. She has clearly seen the upper purple waistband of the Goodnite, and had been about to say something like ‘keep your underwear or clothes dry’ or something like that, but had quickly stopped herself. I was not imagining things. I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a moment. And I only opened them when I felt the warm gel being rubbed all over my belly. I remember when the gel was cold, but at some point in my lifetime of bladder issues, a genius had added a gel warmer to the ultrasound trolley. I, and probably millions of women (and men) are thankful for this, I’m sure. The nurse pressed the want into my bulging bladder. It was clearly visible protruding right above the thin paper, which covered my Goodnite, a round softball, crying out for release. I watched her move the wand around my belly, looking at the screen to her left as she did so. She pressed firmly with the wand, and I could not resist letting out a little gasp. Did I let out a few drops as well? I wasn’t sure. “It’s ok, almost done.” She intoned, sensing my growing desperation. The wand moved about over my stretched skin. Over and around my bulging bladder. The pressure from the wand was considerable, and pushed me into the 9.5-10 level of desperation. I don’t know if others have shared this experience with me, but at this point, when your body is ready to override you mental commands and release your bladder, you sometimes have difficulty actually peeing? Well this was what happened to me now. I felt an acute sharpness in my bladder and then, in a millisecond of panic, I relaxed my sphincter mentally. But it did not respond right away. It was as if it wanted to take some sort of victory lap after the impressive accomplishment of keeping me from an accident for so long. “All done.” The nurse said, whipping the gel off my belly with a scratchy piece of paper towel. As she removed the two pieces of paper from my waistband, I could feel a tiny amount of pee escaping into the Goodnite. Not a spurt, but a steady flow, only it was very thin, as though all of the effort in holding back my pee had really tightened up my urethra, turning my normal wide flow into a thin jet. I gasped a little, or moaned, I’m not sure which, but I made some kind of vocalization, and I’m not sure if it gave away my predicament. “Ok, I’ll get the commode set up for your flow test, can you wait another few seconds?” She ask. “I just need to push on button.” She added, moving over to the door and opened it. Had she closed it when we came in? She must have, but I didn’t remember. I didn’t bother to do up my button or pull down my sweater. I was tempted to hold myself to provide a final bit of support as I made my way to the toilet, now within my view. But I held off, this would only make pulling down my bottoms all the more difficult. Instead, I used one of my hands to hold my pants up, and followed her out across the hall into the washroom. All the while my bladder slowly released. She fiddled with the buttons attached to the commode for what seemed like ages, though it was probably only a second or two. The commodes that they use for these kinds of flow tests are like normal toilets with raised seats. Inside the toilet bowl is a sensor which detects how fast your flow is, and if there are any disruptions or that sort of thing. As I stepped into the washroom and with the toilet in sight I could feel the flow of pee jetting into my Goodnite widen just a little bit. Could I almost make out a faint hiss of pee hitting the material of the diaper? I was standing there staring at the toilet, my way barred by a friendly and helpful nurse. I blushing furiously, thinking she could hear me peeing myself. Stopping was not an option at this point. Though the flow seemed to be slower than normal. I still felt like my urethra was narrower than normal – letting out a thinner-than-normal jet of pee, though a jet of pee none the less. I was also thinking feverishly; trying to decide whether I should pull down everything, and risk getting my jeans wet, or whether I should just worry about the jeans and panties and fishing sitting on the toilet in my Goodnites, with the toilet catching the overflow (because this Goodnite was going to over flow, I could just feel it). I decided, and felt around with the fingers of each of my hands, feeling for the waistband of my panties. The toilet beeped. “Ok, all set,” The nurse stepped away from the toilet. Only a couple of seconds had passed. I was at the toilet in an instant. Still freely peeing into my Goodnite, in a fluid motion I pulled my jeans and underwear down, turned, and plunked myself down on the toilet. My body released and I flooded the Goodnite, suffusing my labia a hot wetness. “Come back over when you are done.” The nurse intoned from the door of the washroom. When she said this I was jarred from my reverie of relief and looked up to see her standing at the bathroom door. In my haste to get onto the toilet, I’d forgotten about privacy. I’d not given her time to exit the washroom before I yanked down my jeans and panties. She quickly turned and closed the door behind her. I was awash in emotions: The sense of blissful relief resulting from finally getting to pee. Pride, in having held on for so long, and for having made what I think was a good choice about not pulling down the pullup. And horrifying embarrassment at having pulled down my pants in front of the nurse, magnified because I had done so wearing a cute owl print Goodnite diaper. My heart was pounding as though I’d just done wind sprints or stairs, and my system was suffused with adrenaline. My original plan had been to get a little thrill of excitement from having a stranger see the waistband of my Goodnites, and also the fun of public desperation in a safe setting. I had not planned for the nurse to see my entire diapered bottom half, or to release right before reaching the washroom. I suppose if I’d thought through my plan, and given the current behaviour of my bladder these past few months, that a key-in-latch leak was likely, but I suppose I underplayed this. Or slightly miscalculated my fluids. Or the wait was longer than I had planned. Maybe I should have tried to release while back in the waiting room. That felt like hours ago. I could hear the tinkling sound of pee overflowing the Goodnite and dripping into the toilet. I reached down and pulled down on the gusset to allow pee to escape there. The tinkle was replaced with a brief fwoosh, and then resumed, as pee simply rolled off the Goodnites gusset and into the toilet. If I don’t do this, the seal of the gathers on the new Goodnites is so good that sometimes the pee will overflow up the back or up the front and escape along the upper sides of the absorbent section or even the top (if I’m laying down for example). I was not keen on getting my cloths wet, or having to wipe down the floor. The pee was warm against my fingers. I could hear the hiss of my pee as it overwhelmed the diaper. It is hard to recall just how long I peed for, given the strange stilted start, but it was certainly a good minute, probably a little longer. As I was finishing, I was rocked with another wave of panic. Remember a few moments ago when I had a vague sense of pride at having correctly decided that I should leave the Goodnites up to protect my clothes? Well I had forgotten that I was supposed to be doing a flow test. The whole reason the nurse had been in the washroom at all was to turn the machine one. Despite the fact that a decent amount of pee was dripping into the toilet from the overwhelmed Goodnite, I was not doing the test correctly. Most of the pee, had been absorbed into the Goodnite. At this point I was pretty overwhelmed by everything and gave a couple of large panicky breaths. I worked at calming myself down, still sitting on the toilet wearing the bloated and wet Goodnite. I hastily tore the sides of the Goodnite and carefully pulled it up the front. If you let the front flop down, it risks spilling unabsorbed pee everywhere, and I had not come this far to get my panties and jeans (still around my ankles) wet. Some additional pee dripped into the commode. I rolled the wet diaper up and put it on the ground beside me. It dripped a little. I reached for the toilet paper and carefully wiped and dried myself. This took several wads. I also used one to wipe my eyes. At some point a couple of tears had escaped. My heart was still pounding, and I was almost shaking from the adrenalin. Fully dry, I pulled up my panties and jeans, did them up, and then picked up the wet Goodnite and deposited it in the garbage which had been just out of reach when I was sitting on the toilet. Heavy with pee, it sunk into the paper towel there. I washed my hands and added another few flowers of paper on top of it. I wet down a wad of paper towel with cool water and held it over my face to cool it, as it felt like it was on fire. There was a knock. “Everything ok?” I heard the nurse inquire through the door. “Yes, thank you” I stammered, my voice breaking. I heard a shuffling on the other side, and moved to lock the door. I then spent a couple of minutes composing myself and taking deep breaths. I looked around the washroom finally. Apart from the usual stuff, there was the commode, and beside it a urinal. The top of the commode had a panel with buttons and a piece of paper, that looked a lot like a receipt from the grocery story, had been spit out. I’ve seen these before. The machine spits out a paper copy of your flow. I asked one of my old urologists about the purpose of the flow test many exams ago, and the answer is that they are looking for irregularities. People with prostate issues will start and stop and create peaks and valleys on the sheet. Those with trouble starting will have a certain kind of line. I looked at my sheet of paper, and saw a couple of little bumps and then a big hump, followed by a low and bumpy line. This would be wholly useless as a diagnostic tool for my urologist, not that I’ve ever had issues with flow. I wasn’t concerned about the diagnostic implications of what had happened, but I still could not think of a way to explain it to the nurse without dying of embarrassment. I had been in the washroom for about 8 minutes when I realized that I had filled up a little. In the past, when I’ve done these tests, if they test you and find that you still have more than a couple of mils of residual they ask for you to try again. Hoping to avoid this, I pulled my jeans and panties back down and peed for another dribbling ten seconds on the commode. I wiped and washed my hands. I knew I could not remain in the washroom for much longer without worrying the nurse, and still with no idea about what I would say, I took the little piece of paper with further evidence of my shame, unlocked the bathroom door, and walked across the hall to the ultrasound room. I saw the nurse down the hall as I did so. It looked as though she was talking to the receptionist. I entered the empty room and sat in the chair next to my purse. I heard the nurse walking down the hall, arrive at the intersection of the examination room and washroom and turn into the washroom. She moved around in there for a short while and then returned to the examination room. “Everything ok?” She inquired, even toned and professional but with a hint of genuine concern. “I… Um…” I was still not sure exactly how to explain what had happened. And opening my mouth didn’t seem to help. She quickly saved me the trouble by interrupting my stammering. “Don’t worry, the flow test isn’t necessary, it’s ok.” The nurse said comfortingly, reaching down and removing the piece of paper which I was clutching between two fingers. “I can take this.” I was grateful that she had cut me off before I began to explain. I’m still not exactly sure what I would have said. However, her cutting me off in this way indicated to me that she knew exactly what had happened (or close enough to it), having seen the first part and extrapolated. “All right, let’s scan you now that you are empty, can you hop back up on the table please?” She asked politely in a chipper tone. I stood up, a little apprehensive and once again undid my jeans button. I also unzipped them and shimmied them down a little before I crawled back up on the examination table. In case it wasn’t obvious to her before, it was clear that I had wet my Goodnite, or at least removed it. This time she slipped the two pieces of thin paper underneath the waistband of my panties, and went about slathering on the ultrasound gel. I made eye contact with her for a minute and she smiled politely and reassuringly, as only a good professional nurse can do. The second part of the test took considerably longer than the first part. She once again scanned my bladder, saying something like, “Good, residual is only Xmls.” Feeling like I had to chime in at this point, I gathered up my courage and added “I used the toilet a second time.” Though I could have provided more detail, I couldn’t bring myself to. “Oh that’s good,” she replied. I was then instructed to roll onto each of my sides so that she could scan each of my kidneys. She was very thorough. I lay there, heart still pounding but slowing a little, as she rolled the wet gel-covered ultrasound probe over my lower body. The kidney scan takes considerably longer, as they always look for issues and stones and the like, and I was grateful that this was (and typically is) done after you’ve had the chance to empty your bladder. She finished and wiped the gel off my sides. “Ok, I’ll just put all of this in your file and show you to the consultation room, Dr. Y will be with your shortly.” She informed me. The test over, I sat up from the bed, and hopped off. I pulled up and then did up my jeans, and went over to the chair by the door where I had deposited my purse. While I was doing this the nurse jotted some notes down in my file, and then stapled the little slip of paper from my ‘failed’ flow test into the coloured folder. I waited politely by the down, face downcast for a few moments while she completed her notes. She then got up from the little wheelie stool that she had been sitting on in order to do the test, and headed out of the room. “Just this way.” I followed her out and to the left down the hall. We turned once and then she showed me into a typical consultation room. “Just have a seat and Dr. Y will be with you shortly.” She informed me again, smiling at me kindly. I opted to sit in one of the chairs in the room, rather than the examination table, as I wasn’t expecting any kind of medical exam at this point. This was generally the part of the appointment where I simply talk to the doctor. In the past, when my doctor was familiar with my case and myself they would ask about my progress or success with a different medication we were trying, or an update. As this was a new doctor, I was expecting to have to rehash my medical (and more bladder) history with them. I had brought notes as I tend to forget the names of the different medications I’ve tried and significant dates and the like, and I had also brought my voiding diary (printed off from the helpful App.). I won’t recount the 20 minute consultation I had with the urologist, as I’ve actually rehashed most of my relevant medical history above, but I’ll add that the nurse and doctor did have a muted conversation just outside of earshot down the hallway before the doctor came in, and this made me blush a little. I was a little flustered all the same and the 10 minutes wait for the urologist to come to see me only permitted me to regain my composure to an extent. I was glad that I had brought my notes. Apart from a surprise question about UTIs which got me a little flustered for reasons I won’t go into, the conversation was pretty typical. I’m please to say that the urologist did give me a referral for another round of Botox treatment, and I am just waiting for this appointment, it should be in early March. I’ll report back on how this goes for those who are interested. After I got my referral, as well as a repeat of some advice about lifestyle changes I could make to reduce my symptoms, and a prescription for the medication I will occasionally take to reduce my symptoms further, the doctor walked me out into the reception area. I thanked them and smiled awkwardly at the receptionist whose expression I could not read, and I headed towards the door. Just as I was about to leave the receptionist called my name. “Ms. Kirwan?” She called after me. I froze, one hand on the door, not sure what would happen next. “Is that your coat?” She asked. I turned around and did an awkward arm gesture, in which I suppose I was feeling for the coat I was not wearing, realized I did not have it, walked back to the waiting room, and found my coast still on the back of my chair where I had left it hours(?) ago. I retrieved it, not really paying any attention to the three people in the waiting too, except to notice that the man and the woman and her child were no longer there. I thanked the receptionist, slipped into my jacket, and beat a retreat back to the SkyTrain. Outside the office I texted my husband to let him know that everything had gone ok, neglecting to tell him about some, or rather most, of the actual things that transpired at the urologists office. I think sending him this much writing in a single text might challenge his appreciation for smart phone technology, and well while I’m open about my medical issues and kinks with him, this isn’t exactly something I think either of us are comfortable discussing. I decided to treat myself to some food, as I’d not had much before the appointment. I found a nice place nearby, and as I worked my way through some sushi, my heart rate reached a normal rate. The complicated maelstrom of emotions associated with these kinds of embarrassing incidents began to roil inside of me. It would take a while for me to process all the emotions from today’s misadventure, to isolate the exciting ones from the terrifying ones. But what was clear was that I had some writing to do when I got home. Thanks for sticking out to the end of this, I realize that 17 pages is actually quite a lot of writing to tell a story that could have been told in a couple of paragraphs, but I suppose that it is cathartic to write this stuff down. I’ve got a whole folder of experiences I’ve had, with half-completed one dominating at this point, and it’s interesting to go through them and re-read some of the strange, embarrassing, funny, and exciting things I’ve got up to. Stay tuned for another update. Hugs, Rach
  6. I really love when a girl holds it as long as she can in desperation. Almost like she's doing anything to stop from wetting but does wet and is humiliated. If so can you provide a link? You ever read Gillian's stories from that other site? Situations like that I mean but video
  7. **A sequel to a story I wrote a while back. Titled "Females Teachers vs the Bell" you can find on my profile if you want to read it. There WILL be LINES lol made this new post because I wanted to have LINES in the title** If you didn’t read the first story here: Chapter 1 Ms. Channy remembered all those months ago. That faithful day at school, it was supposed to be like every other. Go in, teach, eat, teach, and go home. Ms. Channy however, a late thirties, short brown hair, big breast, hips, and strong legs but a flat belly, she went through something different. To this day when she wakes up she takes medication for her damaged bladder from that day. It was so unfair, it still made her sad. She remembers being right at the bathroom, after hours of agony, finally ready to go. Then the plumbing went to hell, and she held it in as long as she could. She really did…poor Ms. Channy crossed legs, and tightened her muscles so hard but alas, she remembers when she exploded in front of all her students. She soaked her pants, shit in them, and everyone saw and laughed. She nearly had a heart attack from the humiliation. Luckily, she got a new job, in a new high school, with only one teachers bathroom BUT it had multiple stalls, and by the end of this month, provided she doesn’t burst again, her bladder will have healed after literally exploding that day. “Time to go to work,” Ms. Channy said as she kissed her boyfriend Ben who spent the night over. She slipped on tight black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-down sweater that were tight around her big breasts. It was the first night Ben spent over. She was not use to it, but liked it. However, she noticed a twitch in her bladder, and then suddenly without warning it became a huge surge of pain. “Oh!....Errgg!” She closed her legs and grabbed her crotch as she took the town bus to work (her car was broken down and would not be fixed until Saturday (it was Thursday now). Damn! Forgot to pee before I left home. People on the bus looked at the desperate teacher who pulled her hand away from her crotch. Her bladder was so full though. Ms. Channy felt like she might lose it any second. She crossed her legs in her tight black pants, and the foot hanging over the other leg shook back and forth. Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Come on, you can hold it, just don’t think about it. The bus hit a big bump in the road as it passed a construction site. Everyone on the bus was lifted into the air and then back down briefly. Ms. Channy’s lips curved as she felt the ocean inside her about to spray out like madness. It was so embarrassing as she tried to hide her need to go, but had to place both hands in her crotch, plugging herself up. Finally, they reached school. Oooooooh thank GOD! Ms. Channy thought. There was not much time left, as she knew she would explode any second, and that could mean dire consequences for her already damaged bladder that was so close to recovery for good. She ran into the school. To keep her cool around students she slowed down to keeping her legs tight together, taking small steps and keeping her back straight. She could NOT PEE HER PANTS AGAIN! NO! “Hey Ms. Channy!” yelled a student, named Bobby. Ms. Channy felt her heart race and mouth go dry as her nerves kicked up. She waved to Bobby as she hurried past down to the women teacher’s lavatory room. She turned the knob and pushed open. The door opened a crack and stopped. Something was blocking it. “What the?” She pushed again, and again, each harder than the last. She was running out of time…and so were her panties! She knocked hard and fast. “Uummmm…is anyone in there?” “Duh!” said a woman from behind the door. “Well can you let me in already? I’m fighting a losing battle out here.” “Just wait. God, you older teachers. Maybe you have time to get your makeup done in the morning but we sure don’t. Give us a minute.” Ms. Channy was in panic. Her legs tight together as she held her hands against her belly while her feet shuffled. It was coming. She sweat as she felt a warm liter of liquid pushing its way to exit her body. “Girls please! Please, I have to pee, let me in, please!” ”Just hold it in another minute!” Ms. Channys legs were shuffling up and down to her belly. She felt so bloated. She grabbbed the handle and pushed hard and got it open only to be closed back up. ”Just hold it in!” ”I...r-really g-g-gotta go,” Ms Channy said through tears of agony, jumbling her words together. She continued to knock, and students in the hall started to stare and giggle at her desperation. This could NOT be happening again. Her body right up against the door as she pushed, her crotch turned to the corner of the wall where the door opened, and pushed in to plug herself up. SPURT a drop almost shot out but Channy crossed her legs quick enough to keep the load inside. The pee hurt as it boiled inside. Finally, the teacher on the other side took her foot off of the door and Ms. Channy burst into the bathroom about to explode in her pants. The two very young, newly hired teachers blocked her path to the stalls. Ms. Channy bounced in place and cried. “Ms. Channy, please respect us next time. We work two jobs and get up early every morning just to come here looking like hell and- “ “Fucking move!” Channy said as she shoved them out of the way and went for one of the three stalls. The two young teachers grabbed her again and pulled her back from behind. Ms. Channy was a nervous wreck. She bounced uncontrollably. “We kept the door locked cause we don’t want someone in here taking a shit while we do makeup.” Ms. Channy said, “I don’t have to shit, I have to pee, BAD!” ”We know who you are,” one of them said. “You pissed and shit your pants in that other school.” Ms Channy eyes widened in terror at what they knew. “Just remember that. Respect us and we don’t have to tell everyone that story.” ”Fine!” Channy yelled. Then she sprinted off. She pushed but it was locked. No feet below it. But a sign on it read OUT OF ORDER. She then inhaled a nasty smell and saw some green and brown sludge spots on the floor. She thought she heard rumors of a plumbing backup from the sewers. She stormed into the next stall and bounced as she unbuttoned her pants, “gotta pee gotta pee,” She pulled them pants down and her panties down, and spread her legs as she sat and.....nothing came out. “What..”She pushed but nothing came out yet her bladder ached and burned as the pee remained inside. She started to sweat as she remembered the doctor said holding it in too long could cause one of two things cause of her injury. One was her muscles would become so tense that weakness of her bladder would become smushed and block the pee from coming out. People this happened to usually go the rest of their lives with a full aching bladder. Some would last for years and then burst at random. “No no this can’t be happening!” She shocked her fingers up her pussy as far as she could and pushed and pushed. Hoping it would work. She could not go through life like this. Then she felt it. It got hot and wet down there and She pulled her fingers out. THEN, pee shot out of her like fire. Yet, she sighed in relief, feeling her aching bladder quickly ease with no more pain. She breathed steady as a loud eruption of pee filled the toilet. She slouched over with her pants around her ankles releasing it all. Just then as she still pissed the stall door got kicked open. Ms Channy sat up in shock as the two young teachers laughed at the pantsless teacher. “Might want to hurry for these people.” Ms Channy peaked outside the stall door and saw three other female teachers in line waiting for an available stall. All were no older than 28 and had mini skirts and heels. Ms. Channy turned red. “Just....give me a moment.” She covered her crotch as two those bitch teachers smiled and watched. “Alright close the door I gotta go! I can’t in front of you guys.” They refused so Ms Channy kicked up and closed the door with her foot and locked, and the rest of her pent up pee drained out of her. Soon she was done, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands and headed out dry and mighty with dignity, ready for the day. Everything went smoothly. She went home later, calm, and went to bed. The next morning, she awoke…SHE WENT TO PEE BEFORE SHE LEFT…and put on some clothes and headed to school. She wore tight blue jeans that showed nice on her big hips and butt. She wore a white t-shirt with a black sweater over it, and brown shoes. She finished her morning coffee on the bus on the way to school. It was Friday. She had another cup at home before she left. So, after another bumpy bus ride it was easy to know why she felt a slight twitch in her bladder. No pain, a small pulse that came and went. She had to pee, but was fine. Besides, as she passed the teacher’s lavatory she saw a line outside the door of squirming female teachers. “Boy hate to be stuck in something like that again,” she laughed, and went to her first class. Little did she know of the plumbing below the school, slowly filling with more sewage sludge as the pipe problem remained. What would happen? TO BE CONTINUED….and yes there will be LINE WAITNG
  8. “Ahh…” Kelly smiled and stretched as she woke up for school. 7:00 sharp, as she always did. A tomboyish, tan, fit 18-year-old girl, her red hair hung down to her shoulders. She wore a simple t-shirt and panties combo to bed, and nothing else. She felt if she wore too much she’d get too hot at night. As Kelly woke up, a familiar feeling hit her. She had to pee REALLY badly. She always did when she woke up, it was always inevitable. No matter what she tried, she could never stop herself from having to pee. She ran to the bathroom but realized it was locked. “Ohhh…” she moaned and banged on the door, crossing her legs hard, she didn’t think she could hold it. “Who’s there?” her sister Melanie yelled from inside. “It’s Kelly, open the door! I’ve gotta pee!” “It’ll have to wait!” Mel yelled out, “I just found out I’ve got the flu!” Kelly heard the feint sounds of her sister being sick in the bathroom. She knew she couldn’t wait, but she decided to be nice to her sister and walked back into her room, trying to find something to take her mind off of it. And she did find something. The clock that said 7:50. “Oh my god, I overslept!” Kelly quickly got dressed and ran out of the house, putting her bladder on hold. Kelly, now dressed in a purple t-shirt, black leggings, tights, and a pair of black flip-flops, with her red hair in a ponytail, ran to the bus and got on. The bus ride to school was torture. She sat there squirming hard, crossing her legs to try and keep it all in. She was a bit too shy to hold herself in front of everyone on the bus, but her quivering legs told them all they needed to. She was ready to explode. As the bus arrived, Kelly thanked whatever deity she believed in that she hadn’t leaked yet. She quickly got inside… well, at quickly as she could without spilling, and found the closest bathroom. On the verge of bursting, she walked into the bathroom, only to see, in horror, that all the stalls were occupied! She couldn’t believe it, 4 stalls and none of them had any vacancy! Kelly squirmed hard and, since nobody was around, grabbed herself, trying to hold it all in. Her face showed great pain, she felt agony as her bladder pulsed with every passing second, the pee being pushed to the hole, and her having to snap it shut! Soon a toilet flushed. It made her moan and grip herself tighter, crossing her legs tightly and shutting her eyes, but it had a good side to it. Soon the girl came out of the stall, and Kelly quickly ran inside to take her place. Pulling her tights down, she finally got her sweet relief! It felt amazing, she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never let it get this bad, and she had never released this much pee all at once. It was almost orgasmic… almost. One thing was for sure, though… If she had released this much onto the floor of the school, she would never have lived it down. After seeing her boyfriend, Bruce, and he gave her a soda, she drank it down quickly. She needed to get to class, and they didn’t appreciate sugary drinks in the classrooms. It was a policy that she thought made a lot of sense, if it spilled it would attract bugs. So she finished it quickly and went to class. After her first class was over, she took a big drink of water from the fountain. She was parched, drinking a whole soda actually made her mouth sticky and kinda dry. Afterwards, she talked with her friends a bit. “So,” she said, “I almost didn’t make it!” she was telling her friends about her experience. “I had to pee SO badly, and the bathroom was occupied, I actually came here with a full bladder!” “Wow,” her friend Mandy said, “You made the full, 10-minute bus ride here with a bursting bladder?” “I sure did!” Kelly said, smiling, sort of proud of herself, in a way she never really had been before. “You should be careful,” her other friend, Penelope, told her. “You could lose it at any time if you hold it in for that long, especially with how much you’re drinking!” Penelope had a tendency to get really concerned about her friends, but it proved that she cared. Kelly shook her head. “No need to worry about me, Penny. The school’s got plenty of bathrooms!” She smiled, taking one last sip from the fountain. “They’ve got all I need.” “I-if you say so…” Penelope nodded and blushed a bit. She was a very shy girl. “Just… be careful? Please?” Kelly chuckled a bit and nodded. “Okay, okay… for you, Penelope.” She smiled at her as she left for her second class. She ignored her friend’s advice, passing right by the closest bathroom in order to get to class. As Kelly’s second class was really boring. As the teacher droned on about some geography nonsense, the redhead started to notice a twinge in her bladder. She put her hand up and the teacher let her go to the bathroom. She sighed happily and got up, getting to the bathroom soon, but as she pushed the door, it only went partway. She listened in, and heard some girls talking. “Aah…” she knocked on the door. “H-hey, can you let me in!? I’ve gotta pee!” “Too bad!” one of the girls said. “You’re not allowed in here!” Bitches. They wouldn’t let her in because she wasn’t part of their little group. “Aah…” she put a hand in her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom, but she couldn’t get in! She squirmed, bouncing up and down in place, trying to keep it all in. She was right there! She needed it so badly! She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Kelly held herself as she tried knocking 2 more times, before finally giving up. She knew she wasn’t getting anywhere. She looked around for another bathroom, but didn’t see one around. She shivered a little, bouncing in place and moaning to herself, and slowly walked back to class. Kelly looked at the clock. 20 minutes left. She decided to try and hide it, she was sitting near the middle of the classroom, and beside her boyfriend. It would be embarrassing to wiggle in desperation in the middle of class! Kelly held as still as she possibly could. She did squirm a little bit, but it wasn’t really noticeable, and luckily nobody turned to face her. The 20 minutes went by surprisingly quickly, especially for someone who had to pee, but Kelly was focused on a goal: after class she was going to go! Penelope was right, she didn’t want to burst in the middle of class! She got to the closest girl’s bathroom and sighed in relief, but then stopped. “Hold on…” she said to herself, “I’ve got to be stronger than this!” She remembered that morning, when she held a bursting pot of pee the whole bus ride to school, AND with a couple minutes of a completely full bathroom, waiting her turn patiently! She could keep holding… and she would! Kelly passed the bathroom, on the way to her third class of the day, luckily a bit more of an engaging one this time. By the end of the class, she was nearly bursting again! She squirmed, despite her efforts not to. She tried and tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. But it was enough not to draw anyone’s attention, at least for the moment. She shook a little as she stood up, after the bell rang. She headed for the bathroom, but ran into Bruce. “O-oh, um… h-hey honey…” she looked up at him and smiled, trying to keep her composure. “Hey Kel!” That was his nickname for her. She found it cute. “Wanna walk to class together?” “U-um…” Kelly’s heart sank. She’d have to wait even longer to let all her pee go! It was already hurting. “S-s-sure…” She tried as hard as she could to hold it without grabbing herself, and she was managing, but it took almost everything she had. She clenched her muscles as the two walked together, Bruce smiling obliviously. The two passed a bathroom, and Kelly moaned a bit. ‘You okay Kel?” Bruce heard her! “U-um, fine!” she blushed hard, looking down at the floor. “Just, um… got a cramp…” Bruce nodded. “Oh, okay. Better now?” Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I-I’m… f-fine…” Period four was about an hour long, but it felt like an eternity for the busting redhead. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. By the time she was halfway through class, if she didn’t hold herself she was going to leak. She shivered in desperation as she looked around the classroom, at all the other students. Her flip-flops ended up slipping off from how much she was shaking. The now barefoot girl looked at the clock. “Th-thirty minutes l-left… c-come on, Kelly, you c-can do this…” Twenty-seven minutes later, she was ready to explode. It felt like it did this morning. Maybe even worse. She couldn’t tell. All she knew was, if she didn’t have both legs double-crossed, with her hands buried in her crotch, she’d explode all over the floor of the classroom. “Aah… I-I need to h-hold on… I-I need to make it… three more minutes a-and I can pee…” That’s when it happened. The announcement. “Attention all students and staff. There has been a severe plumbing malfunction. The system somehow burst, so all bathrooms will be temporarily out of service. Thank you for understanding.” “N-n-no!” Kelly gasped, her aching bladder sticking out. She shivered harder in desperation. Everyone stared at her as the realization sunk in. She couldn’t pee. She needed it more than she ever did before, and she couldn’t do it. She almost cried. She needed the toilet so badly. It hurt. It was beyond hurting, it was agony. “I-I can’t hold it! I need it now! Oh, why didn’t I go when I had the chance!?” After class was over, the bell rang for lunch. She walked to the cafeteria, passing a bathroom and wincing as her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed it. As she sat down with her friends, she took a look around to try and distract herself from her heavy, busting bladder. Though nothing really helped. In fact, a lot of things made it worse. A few kids had water bottles, outside there was a custodian watering some plants, and of course there were juice boxes. She held herself, still not trying to hide it. She crossed her legs. “I-I hope they f-fix the bathrooms, and fast… I-I-I’m gonna e-explode!” she admitted to her friends. “Damn,” Mandy said, “Is it really that bad?” Kelly just nodded, not wanting to try talking again. If she sounded as desperate as she felt, then she didn’t want people to hear her like that. She overheard some people talking. “So she was sprayed with the hose, water went everywhere!” they laughed. Kelly squirmed, starting to sweat from how hard she was working to keep it all in. “Aah… I-I can’t t-take it… a-at this rate, I-I’m going to b-burst!” She ran out of the cafeteria, her boyfriend following her. “Kel, wait!” He found her and stopped her. “Let’s not do this now! People are eating out here. Plus, they haven’t fixed the bathrooms yet.” “T…true… okay, good thinking…” she walked back in, waiting out the clock. She shook in desperation as she waited for the grueling hour-long lunch period to end. Kelly managed to get to the next class, somehow, but she walked past it. She saw the door out of the school and ran towards it. She could pee outside in a bush, nobody would know! Then she could return to class and everything would be fine. She ran out to the door, but was stopped. “Huh?” It was a teacher. “Kelly, where are you going?” “J-just… um… enjoying the breeze?” “Get back to class, Kelly.” She squirmed. “S-sir, may I please… aah… g-go relieve myself first? I can’t concentrate like this!” He looked at her, and noticed how much she was shaking and squirming. He nodded. “I agree. But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. The bathrooms are being repaired, you’ll just have to hold it.” “H-hold it!? N-no, I can’t! I-I can’t!” She pushed past the teacher. It was something she didn’t like to do, but she needed this. As Kelly left, she ran out into the hall, and soon found a garbage can, smiling a little, then tried to take off her tights. “W-what?” she pulled and tugged, but they wouldn’t come off without ripping. Her bladder had come out so far, her tights were catching on it! She almost got them down, when a teacher came around the corner. “Oh, nooo!” She squirmed more, jamming her hands back into her crotch, holding herself closed as they teacher approached. “What are you doing out here?” he asked. “Um, n-n-nothing, s-sir…” He nodded. “Very well…” She squirmed even harder, and ran around the halls for a bit, trying in vain to find somewhere private and appropriate to pee. She soon ran into something she really wished she didn’t… she got into the gym, and saw a bunch of kids playing with water balloons. They burst, and she clutched herself, tears forming in her eyes from how desperately she needed release. She ran into what she thought was the hall, but it turns out was the shower room. She saw all the shower heads running and it nearly made her lose it. She leaked a little, getting some drops in her panties. She had to get out of there! She ran out of the gym and stopped. Not because she wanted to, but because her body forced her to. She got a huge wave of desperation and needed to stop. Soon, however, she was joined by Bruce. “N-no… n-not now…” she looked up at him, her legs crossed tightly, her hands pressed into her crotch, as they had been before. “Kel… I’m so sorry…” Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Kelly looked up at him. “I-it’s okay… th-thanks…” she smiled, almost too desperate to pay attention to him. She got another wave and gasped, crossing her legs even tighter. She clenched her teeth, sweating and shaking as she tried not to let her bladder pop like a water balloon. After a few minutes, a few more students came out. Kelly looked up at them. She was walking very slowly. The cold school floor on her now-bare feet wasn’t helping the matter at all. She was on the verge. She felt it. “Aah… B-Bruce… th-this is i-it… i-i-if I take a-another s-step, I-I’m g-g-gonna b-burst!” “Let me help you!” He smiled, kissing her gently. She blushed and leaned into the kiss. And for a brief moment, she forgot about her aching bladder. She sighed happily. It was a really good distraction. Too good. All at once, Kelly’s torrent of hot pee erupted from her body! Her bladder had burst, in front of what had to be at least two dozen students, as well as her boyfriend! She looked down and screamed. “AAAH! NOOOO! PLEASE G-GOD, N-NOO!” Kelly gripped her crotch again, covering the increasingly-big wet spot on her tights and trying to slow the flow, but to no avail, as she closed her eyes, tears forming in them as she sat down in the puddle she created. Her panties turned a dark colour, slowly but surely, spreading out quickly. They were getting soaked, as were her hands. She shut her eyes tightly as the yellow puddle formed around her. This went on for a good minute and a half, the puddle getting bigger, more people crowding around, some staring in awe, some taking pictures, others trying to contain their laughter. Finally she stopped, looking up at Bruce with a mixture of sadness and embarrassment. She looked down at the puddle she made and frowned, knowing her tights were soaked now too. Bruce frowned. “Oh, Kel…” He blushed, helping her off the ground. “B-Bruce…” she hugged him, crying into his chest. Later that day, Kelly was at home, now in dry clothes, and Bruce had come with her. She was sitting on her bed, her boyfriend standing next to it. “Don’t feel bad,” Bruce said, “We all make mistakes.” “Not like that!” she said. “Hey…” Bruce leaned down and hugged her. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Kelly smiled and hugged back. “I love you too.” “Plus,” he said, “…It was kinda hot.” Kelly blushed. “Thanks, babe…” The End! (This is half of a story trade with Rick Dixon! Hope you all like it! ^_^)
  9. Sailor mercury fear wetting 2

    From the album Some of my pics

    -N- NO!!!! PLEASE STAY AWAY!!! -hahaha!!! The brave Sailor Mercury wetting herself in fear!!!
  10. Original Story in link below. Recap also covers what happened after that story. RECAP: ****NOTE: this is a sequel to an older story I wrote titled something like "Female teachers vs the Bell." FIRST a little recap of what happened to Ms. Channy. That faithful day she wore tight white pants, tight white t shirt, and sanders. Her short brown hair was a nice trait to her nice sized breasts and hips. She was mid to late thirties. A high school teacher. That unfortunate day one of the two single persons restrooms was out of order. Therefore between the one remaining teacher lavatory being closed for cleaning, then open again but she lost her key and couldn't unlock the bathroom, then by the time she got to it there was a huge line. Well during that huge line that Ms Channy was at the end of, some senior students were pulling a prank involving fish in the water system. However, things went wrong fast and things were sucked into the water main and made it burst. By the time a bursting Ms Channy who was ready to explode was at the toilet water spilled over it. The plumbing system had flooded and destroyed. Ms. Channy stood there, in a school, no bathrooms, two hours left, and a bladder so full her belly was showing from under her shirt. She kept her legs tight and tried to hold it. She really did. She decided she couldn't wait much longer as she started to let drops out against her will. She went to the donut shop next to the school but there was a line. She had to go back. There wasn't enough time. She regrets everyday that she didn't just fake a sob story and call the school and say she had to leave early for a family emergency. Because once back in a toilet less school BOOM! Ms. Channy exploded. Her bladder had expanded so much or nearly was torn apart. Her urethra burst open and her panties and pants were flooded within seconds in front of students and staff. Her gut hurt so much that she pooped herself as well. It was all over the floor and people laughed at this grown women who could not control herself. She even slipped on her own urine. ********************************************************************** THEN: As the story ended there, Ms. Channy got up, crying so hard. She yelled, "Im going home!" Stormed out of the school before last class even started. She went home and was so humiliated and in pain. She threw her clothes out and took a shower. Come Monday morning she shook as she went to school. Oh everyone was going to pick on her. She walked down the halls with people whispering and some giggled quietly. Her belly felt full of butterflies and face was apple red. She was still in pain that day. She went to her doctor later and they found out she really did damage to her bladder holding so long. It would take six months to heal, so she should not let a bladder explosion happen again. Luckily she got transferred to a school on the half of the state that didn't hear what happened to her. Hopefully all goes well.... TO BE CONTINUED...........
  11. Poor, Poor Connie

    Connie was a beautiful, bright twenty year old blonde. A white girl, but a little tan as it was summer and she and her friends were getting back from the beach. It was such a hot day that Connie guzzled down probably half the bottles of water that brought in the cooler. It was a fun day with her three friends and boyfriend who brought his buddy along. She loved her boyfriend Bricks and all her friends. But she was also a very self-conscience girl. She had a rock hard, thin but nice beach body. And her glasses were a sexy feature to guys she met so she never got contacts. But she easily got embarrassed. Her embarrassment caused massive panic attacks, she would cry, turn red all over, sweat, shake, all from humiliation. So she tried to avoid situations that cause it. Which is why it really sucked with what happened today..... Connie only wore a black two piece swimsuit. Her black bra tight around her big boobs and black panties that tightened in the center of her butt and went up the crack to show her butt cheeks. Needless to say she noticed Bricks and his friend were trying hard to keep their boners down. She laughed. And they started to walk back to the car and head home. “Today was a lot of fun,” Connie said. “Definitely!” Her friend Mary said. That’s when Connie noticed her bladder pain had grown much worse. She felt she had to go a little before, but now it was like a load pushing out of her. “Ummm,” Connie started to shake. She didn’t want to admit her need to go in front of her friends. Embarrassing. “Guys I think I’m going to grab something back at the snack bar quick since it’s a long ride home.” “I’ll come with you,” Bricks said. “No babe, go keep my seat warm. I’ll get you something.” Then Connie ran off, feeling her bladder pains increase. Her legs tight as she took little steps and arms stuck to her sides. She was tense. The kind of feeling one gets when they get closer to the bathroom knowing relief is there but then it’s at a point where they can’t go back. “Oh I gotta pee, I gotta pee, I gotta—-Ah Shit!” To her horror, both bathrooms had out of order signs. They were the only bathrooms in the beach. Seeing the ocean and splashing waves near by only made the ocean in her bladder about to explode out of her. She crossed her legs and bounced. Started to sweat. “Oooooh mannnnn!” She bit her lips knowing she had to work fast. She went under the boardwalk and got behind a pillar. Her breathing was heavy as she started to pull her panties down about to pee in the sand. The ride home was three hours she’d never make it. Again she did not want to tell her friends to stop somewhere it was too embarrassing. At last she knew she be getting release and smiled. “Excuse me!” A voice shocked Connie from behind. She quickly pulled her panties up, keeping every ounce of pee inside her still. It was a hunky lifeguard. This guy was ripped, and being so hot bad making her feel wet down there in her private area did not help her hold it. She crossed her sexy tan legs tight. “Ms. Were you about to pee on this pillar?” He asked. “What?!? No no no no no!” Connie faked a laugh as she barely held on to the load inside. “I-I-I jjjust wanted to see if there were seashells around here that I don’t own yet. Collecting that’s all.” Her voice was louder than she thought due to what was happening. “Are you sure?” the lifeguard asked.”you don’t have to go?” “Oh no me?!” Connies face covered in sweat and shook with crossed legs. “Nah ah. Not me!” “Ok well I was going to say-“ She could not take this anymore. She had to go back to her friends or they would think she’s taking a crap instead somewhere. “I’m sorry but I really have to go....TO MY FRIENDS!” She have a final awkward laugh, fixing her glasses slipping off her face and ran off. The lifeguard looked puzzled and said, “I was just going to say we have another restroom over there.” In the opposite direction Connie just ran, another men and women’s lavatory. Open and ready for anyone. “Where the food?” Bricks asked “Um um um um um!” Damn. Connie felt so stupid and started to turn red. Her bladder ached so bad she had to hold onto the car to keep herself up straight. “Snack bar closed. Babe let’s go.” “There’s no rush Connie I mean-“ “I want to have sex once we get back.” They has only dated six months and Bricks was patient. Nice guy, they did sleep in the same bed a couple times but no sex yet. The guy of her dreams. “Imagine all this without these,” She introduced her hot body. Her boyfriend nearly fell over as all the blood left his head and went into his erected dick. “LETS GO GUYS!” That ride was the longest of her life. So painful as well. Bumps all over the road making her bladder feel like it would explode any second. She say her legs crossed and hands on crotch. Actually one hand covered the other, as the other hand poked under her panties into her pee hole to plug herself up. Connie felt like a boxer was taking one punch after the other into her gut she had to pee so bad. She tried to stop shaking. She really did. “Babe you Ok?” Bricks asked. Mary looked to the backseat and saw Connie. “You sick? We can pull over-“ “No!” She yelled uncontrollably. “I mean umm...I’m fine.” She bit her lips and formed a fake smile feeling her bladder send off signals. Red alert red alert! EMERGENCY! One hour out of the three they had to drive passed. Suddenly...SPURT! Connie froze as a small leakage of pee shot out of her weakening crotch. She hasn’t had an accident since she was a baby. She was an adult for crying out loud. You would think living in an apartment with parents, an Uncle and Aunt, two cousins, and three siblings and one bathroom would teach self discipline and control. Nope! She had come close many times to this day nearly wetting herself. In front of her own family would be humiliating enough and cause her to die. And they lived in the city in a building with huge condos and apartments for big families. The only bathroom were those in the rooms. Had she ever tried to cry when she had to wait in her Family bathroom line every morning? Duh! But they were a strict military Family. You fight or fail on your own and clean up your messes (literally in that case). One time she was bouncing aggressively up and down with her cousins and Dad in front of her in line saying she would burst. They would not let her cut. This happened to her siblings and cousins at times when they were last in line. Everyone fought to build strength. Luckily she made it that day. Granted she was not in countdown time at that time. She had not reached countdown time in years. “Merrr!” She moaned quietly as a surge of cramps shot through her legs from crossing them so hard and a bladder pulse that made her squirm side to side in her car seat. Her leg cramp was so bad it felt like her calf muscles would pop out of the skin. She had to keep them crossed. Or she would explode! Bricks noticed his girlfriend crying a little and shaking. It was clear what was happening. “Babe do you have to pee?” Connie sucked on her lips as butterflies filled her stomach. “Wha-no. Just migraines that’s all.” “You sure? Not be mean but you know about that issue I have right?” She remembered. Pee and poop grossed Bricks out. His last girlfriend was into omorashi and stuff like that and he thought it was nasty. And she really liked this guy. Her wetting did not mean he would break up with her, but it would be super embarrassing. He was captain of the college football team. So if something like that happened it would no doubt get around school. Connie tried to admit she needed to go, but it would not come out of her mouth as words. This sucked! She was going to ruin her new expensive bathing suit, probably be unable to walk for a while due to these leg cramps she wouldn’t stretch out, embarrass herself in front of her friends, boyfriend (ex MAYBE if she couldn’t hold it in) and be humiliated probably if word got out around campus. SPURT!....another two small streams of leakage went down her leg. Connie’s eyes widened as she literally felt her belly would explode open any second as massive cramps shot through it and sent shivers up her spine. SPURT! She couldn’t stop. Another spurt of leakage. Bricks friend turned to look at Connie sniffing. “Dude do you smell something?” Bricks noticed it too. Connies heart was beating so fast she heard it and felt it beat against her chest. Her throat went dry. COUNTDOWN TIME! Her body alarms went off. Countdown time only happened when she was literally about to burst. It was something her mom taught her as a kid when teaching her how to use the potty and it never failed. She had 60 seconds left. There were no exits. And she noticed they were stuck in traffic. Cars all around them. “Ahhhh!” Connie cried as everyone looked at her shocked. “Guys please I...oh no...” she wrestled to open the car door and run out but it wouldn’t budge. Countdown time: 43..........38.....” SPUURT! “No, no. No! Mary unlock the doors!” 20........10......”No....argh!” She pulled her legs up to her chest and crossed at ankles. It didn’t matter. She fought and fought but it was a losing battle. 3....2....”Errgggh No...Oh NO! CAN’T NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOT HERE NOOOO!” Poor Connie could not control her bladder any longer. The force so strong it shot her legs open as hard streams of boiling pee that burned her crotch like fire shot out of her. She could not regain control as everyone in the car backed away and saw their friend explode into an eruption off pee that went everywhere. Seats, Windows....they all got out of the car and left Connie by herself as people in other cars stared and laughed. She turned so red as a river blew out from under her. Still coming! Liters of pent up pee being released against her will. Connies heart beats so fast she held her chest and cried harder than she ever had as she had the most embarrassing accident she ever had. Little did she know it would not be her last. “Ooohhhhoooooo! Why me?!! Why God WHY!!!!” “What the?” Connie awoke. She was in her bed. Her blonde hair all around her face, her tan body only having on a white t shirt and dark blue panties that rode up her ass. Everything was dry. She was home. Bricks next Her in bed. “It was....just a dream.” That’s right she remembered. They came back from the bar last night after drinking for hours. They danced, laughed. Her boyfriend went to use the nasty bar bathroom and then they came home. They went straight to bed. “Hey babe,” Bricks said. They kissed. “You were squirming all night and yelled a couple times. You ok?” “Bad dream Bricks.” Thankfully it was all fake. Every consequence she went over in her mind in that dream would happen...but luckily it she didn’t wet herself. So for now she didn’t have to worry about doing something embarrassing in front of Bricks, having an accident in front of loved ones, probably needing surgery to fix her bladder. She laughed. Then she heard an alarm go off. There was no alarm in the room. It was in her head. “What the?....EEEEE!” Oh no.....COUNTDOWN TIME! 60....58....Connie grabbed her crotch hard as she suddenly felt all those drinks had caught up with her and filled her bladder to explosion point. It hurt so bad and she could feel it coming. Connie put on her glasses. She leaped out of bed and felt a surge of pain shoot through her leg. “AHH!” She fell. Bricks was barely awake. “Babe what’s going on?” He asked getting up. Connie looked and saw her foot. Her toes crossed over one another and her calf swollen. That was all a Dream last night, but it was influenced by things in her sleep. She must have got a leg cramp last night and forgot. COUNTDOWN TIME: 45....Connie had to go! She pulled herself up from her dresser. “Come on....i...g-gotta make it. Or else I lose!” She was already embarrassed with all this in front of Bricks. She couldn’t imagine wetting herself next. NO! SHE COULD NOT PEE IN HER PANTIES! Connie hopped on one foot towards her bedroom door. "Ow, ow, ow!" 34......33.....30 Her breathing heavy, heart racing. But she felt a sigh of relief now that the toilet was only a couple doors down. She grabbed the knob, her bladder sending painful pulses everywhere in her body. "Almost there!" 25......24......23......Turned it, opened the door and ran out.......... .....and imminently bumper into her brother. “Watch it!” He said. Connie said, “I’m sorry Jason I just gotta-NO!” Jason, her two other siblings, cousins, Uncle and Aunt and mom all in front of her in a line where a couple other of them squirmed. Connie was last in a long bathroom line. "Babe?" Bricks called from the room. Connie sweated, shook like crazy, her crotch on fire, belly having huge pulse like aches. “Umm Guys!” She panicked. This can't be happening.......only it was. She bounced in place. “Guys can I cut please I just have to pee.” No dice. They all shook their heads as she knew the rules. Not in front of everyone she would die of embarrassment. “Guys.....Ummmm” Her arms crossed on her upper half as she rubbed her sides. No use. "I really REALLY gotta get in there. I have to use the bathroom." She then grunted, "Come on." She noticed Bricks behind her looking at her like this was all odd. Her face turned red. Then she grabbed her crotch hard and slouched over.............18...........15..... “Guys I can’t stop Countdown Time. I’m on Countdown Time and can’t stop it. Fighting a losing battle! Guys, please, GUYS!” Poor, poor Connie. THE END.
  12. From the album OverFlo207 - 2018

    Gift for Nowi Green Poor Fwo is getting what he deserves.. After the incident here: https://nowigreen.deviantart.com/art/Milk-Mix-Up-710060637 Nowi set out to punish her naughty puppy, tricking him into drinking down the whole bottle of laxative. Now for the next few hours, her dumb doggy is reduced to being a helpless pooping puppy. ...X///x...
  13. Hangover

    Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  14. Misused Authority

    “Did you want to see me, Stacey?” Brandon asked as he peeped in through the slightly open office door. “Yes Brandon, come in .. I’ve been waiting for you…” Stacey replied with a smile. He walked in and she pointed him to take a seat . She poured him a glass of water from the jug kept on her table. Although Brandon wasn’t thirsty , he readily accepted her offering. He couldn’t refuse his boss anyway, could he? Placing the now empty glass back on the table , Brandon waited for Stacey to tell why she had called him in . In her early thirties , Stacey McGregor was the General Manager of the Mathew & Smith Accounting firm. It was obvious that everyone tried to be in her good books, unless they wanted to get fired. She was ambitious and passionate for her work but off late, her attention had been wavering off towards Brandon. It was not as if Stacey liked him or anything, but she found him cute and that was enough for her motives to go wrong. “As I’ve come to know Brandon, your performance at work has been steadily declining, is there any specific reason behind it?” she asked with a low but stern voice ,enough to let Brandon know that he was in trouble. “Is it ? B-But I’ve met all the targets on time… “ Brandon exclaimed , sitting in a more upright and attentive posture now. He was shocked at what he was listening to. How was that even possible? He had been working his ass off to get a promotion that was actually due for more than an year now. It was technically impossible for his performance to have gone down! If anything , then it should have gone up! “Well that is what I’ve observed and even heard from others…you know Brandon, we can’t afford to have lazy asses working for us…” she said. Brandon could make out where this was going. “I am telling you Stacey, there must have been some mistake… “ Brandon said, he was at a complete loss of words for something so unexpected. He just didn’t know how to react! “Well I am sorry Brandon, but we may have to let you go if that’s the case…” Stacey said, looking straight at him. She knew he was terrified and that was all she wanted. “No please you can’t do this to me...Stacey…I’ve been working here for 5 years now…you can’t just ask me to leave like that…” Brandon blabbered out, his heart beat reaching a crescendo. He was sure he was gonna die any moment. “There isn’t much I can do to help you… we only want people who are willing to give it their all, you know….” Stacey said, pressing her lips together , a sign that she felt sorry for him. “I am willing to give it my all Stacey! Just tell me what you want me to do!” Brandon wailed. Stacey had him where she wanted, this was her chance. “Well not much… I just want you to put off going to the toilet, until I give you the permission to do so..” she said, with a slight smile as she played with a pen. “What?” Brandon asked, taken aback by such an absurd demand. “…only if you wish to keep your job.” Stacey completed her sentence, raising her eyebrows in a way that told that she had the power to make or break his career. Brandon felt a chill running down his body. He wanted Stacey to know that he thought what a huge creep she was, but he couldn’t. He wanted his job and he wanted it bad. “Well isn’t there something else I can do for you?” he asked, trying to bring the deal to a more negotiable situation. In fact he was ready to sleep with her if she wanted to, after all Stacey was one of the hottest female employees that their company could boast of. But Stacey was adamant , it didn’t look like she was gonna budge. “I don’t think you want to work here , but my offer is still open, take it or leave it…” she smirked. Brandon understood he had no way out.His only way was to give into her demand. “Well fine…I’ll do as you say..” he sighed as he looked down to his lap. He couldn’t believe what he was getting into. “That’s like a good boy…” Stacey said, her smile much wider than before as she poured another glass of water for him. Brandon reluctantly looked at the glass full of water for a moment as Stacey held it towards him. He didn’t want to drink it but he had no choice. He took it from her and downed the entire contents at one go and placed the glass back on the table. “Now...can I go back to work?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as humble as possible. “Not so fast honey...I want you to have troubles…” Stacey grinned, pouring more water into the glass. “Oh my God!” Brandon gasped under his breathe , how much was she gonna make him drink? This went on until the entire jug ran empty . Brandon’s stomach started feeling bloated with all the water he had just consumed. He felt uncomfortable but didn’t complain. “Now...you can go back to your desk ..”, Stacey ordered, “…but remember, I am watching you, no toilets…” she smirked, waving her index finger. He was so angry at her but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Brandon’s desk was clearly visible to Stacey through the glass wall of her office cabin and there was no way for him to sneak off to the toilets without being noticed. At his desk, Brandon checked his watch, it was 1:30 in the noon. This meant he still had 5 hours to go before he could leave for his home. Puzzled at what to do, he looked at Stacey’s cabin to find her keeping an eye on him. She wouldn’t let him go while he was in the office and there was no possible way he could hold his pee for the next five hours considering the amount he had drank. Nevertheless Brandon got back to his work. 20 minutes into it, he started to feel slight twinges within his bladder. He didn’t want to know if Stacey was still looking at him. He felt, so vulnerable. Soon the lunch time ensued and Brandon’s need to pee had reached a new height by then. A peon walked up to him to inform that Stacey had called him to her cabin. “Again?!” he barked to himself. He was growing increasingly frustrated by her actions. “Yes?” he asked as he walked into her office. “Have a seat Brandon, I thought we could have lunch together…what should I order for you? Do you like Chinese?” Stacey asked ,as she picked up her phone to place an order. “No thanks, I’m not hungry..” he replied in a tone that conveyed annoyance. “Well good for you… I just wanted to check on you, if you are doing fine or not?” she asked, “I guess you have to use the toilets..?” , she smiled, coming straight to the point. “Yes I do…” “Good… I like where this is going…” Stacey said, giving a look to Brandon. He wanted to tell her what a bitch she was for making him hold but he couldn’t. Stacey asked Brandon to stay in her cabin till the lunch got over so she could closely observe his growing discomfort and desperation. She ordered food for the both of them so that they could engage themselves with something while Brandon was in there . By the time the hour long lunch break came to an end, Brandon could feel a considerable amount of urine sitting in his bladder. He stood up to leave but stopped on his way out when he heard Stacey’s voice. “Well, a while has passed since you drank all that water…and soon ,you’re about to have to pee really, really badly!” she laughed. He knew she was right, at this rate his bladder was gonna be full very soon. As he shuffled through some papers on his desk, Brandon could feel his need to pee intensifying rapidly. The waistband of his pants was starting to cut into his protruding abdomen. He was trying hard not to think about his ever mounting need but it wasn’t that easy. He tried to focus all his attention on his work as his bladder continued to fill and swell. Brandon was now finding it difficult to sit still, he couldn’t help but squirm in his seat from time to time. He pressed his legs together and continued to work, hoping all this would end somehow. For a moment he thought of quitting his job, just so he could use the toilets, but then erased the idea from his mind. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find another high paying job like this in such a poor economy. Just then his phone bleeped, it was a message, from Stacey. It read – “I know, you’ re feeling it.. J” It was like his head was hit by a rod.She was right. Brandon had gone from bad to worse since he had last spoken to her. He looked towards her cabin and as expected, found her staring at him. Didn’t she have something better to do? Brandon ignored Stacey and continued with his work. He had a report to submit today and he seriously didn’t have time for her stupid games. He tried to suppress the pressure that was building up in his bladder but he knew it was no use. However hard he fought , Brandon just couldn’t take his mind off his need to pee. Another bleeping sound from his phone informed Brandon that he had a message , it was Stacey, again. “On a scale from 1 to 10 ,how bad do you need to go?” It didn’t look like this woman was gonna leave him alone anytime soon. With irritation wrecking his brain, Brandon texted back – “Around 5…” He carelessly flung his phone on the table and turned to look at Stacey’s cabin. She was smiling at him. Brandon had never imagined that someone could ever manipulate him like this. What would Stacey get by doing this to him? It was around 4 o’clock, when Brandon’s body seriously started to make its need felt. He had to end this torture or else there was no possible way for him to keep working without being distracted by his need to pee. He entered her cabin , not bothering to knock the door first. “May I go to the bathroom now?” he asked right away in a demanding voice. “No …not yet… I want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants” ,Stacey replied after a pause as she looked up from the stash of papers she was working upon. “Huh…” Brandon shrugged in repulsion, slightly rubbing his thighs together. He was starting to sweat. He knew Stacey liked to assert her power over her employees, but surely this was taking it a bit far. She not only wanted to restrict his access to the bathroom, but she wanted to...watch? Deeply uncomfortable, Brandon glanced back toward his desk. "Um, I have some work I should finish before the end of the day..." Stacey paused slightly, but didn't lift her eyes from the papers in front of her. "Oh, no," she purred. "I think you've done enough...work for today." The edges up her lips curled upward. "Why don't you just relax in my office for awhile?" Brandon inhaled sharply. He'd agreed to Stacey's original restrictions, and he'd drunk the water, but he'd been sure she just wanted to toy with him. Now, her motives seemed far more predatory, and he was incredibly nervous. "Have a seat, Brandon," Stacey ordered breezily, waving her hand toward one of the dark purple, avant-garde chairs in front of her desk. Delicately, Brandon obeyed. A spasm crossed his bladder, and he squeezed his thighs together, bending forward slightly. Stacey raised her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And where would you say you are now, on that one to ten scale?" Panting quietly, Brandon stared at his boss. "An eight," he muttered. "Maybe a nine." "Goooooooood," Stacey drawled. "You're well on your way to working yourself back into my...good graces." Brandon's breaths were shallow. He was clenching his muscles tightly, wondering wildly how far Stacey was going to take this. He needed this job, and, other than Stacey, he really liked working in accounting. In the current job market in his town, he couldn't afford to be fired. Another hour passed, and Brandon couldn't stop squirming. His bladder pressed fiercely against his belt, and drops of sweat rolled steadily down his back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd held it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd make it. His bladder pulsed harder than ever, and he reflexively grabbed his crotch, gripping tightly, but not before a small leak escaped. Stacey's head snapped up, and she sucked in an eager breath, breaking the unnerving silence she'd maintained for the past hour. "Something wrong, Brandon?" "P-please, Stacey," Brandon breathed. "I'm at my limit. Can I please use the restroom?" Rising gracefully from her seat, Stacey walked around her desk and laid her hand lightly on Brandon's shoulder. Without saying a word, she walked out onto the office floor. "Listen up, everyone!" she called to her workers. The office immediately went silent, every eye on the feared boss. "You've all worked exceptionally hard this week. I think you deserve to start your weekends a bit early. Everyone is excused, immediately." After one stunned moment, Brandon's coworkers started to leave in a flurry of activity. They were used to working until 6 or 7, at least, on Fridays, and they all wanted to take advantage of the boss's unprecedented generosity before she changed her mind. With her chin raised in satisfaction, Stacey turned on her heel and strolled back through her office cabin door. Still sweating and holding himself, Brandon looked up at her expectantly. "Does th-this mean I can leave?" Stacey stared at him, tilting her head slightly. Then, without saying a word, she reached behind her and shut her cabin door with a resounding click. Brandon's eyes widened in panic. "S-stacey, please!" he panted. "I'm going to have an accident!" Stacey's chest swelled as she drew in an unnaturally large breath. "Why, Brandon," she giggled, "What exactly did you think was the purpose of this whole exercise?" She turned and sat on the front edge of desk, now gazing at Brandon with naked anticipation. Heart beating frantically, Brandon stared incredulously at his boss. There's no way she was actually going to make him wet himself, was there? His thoughts raced. This had to be illegal. How could she do this? Why him? Had she done this to other employees? His thoughts were interrupted by another strong pulse from his bladder, sending a slightly larger leak into his pants. Brandon gasped and tightened his grip, looking down at his crotch. He thought he could see a tiny wet patch under his hand. "Yeeeees," Stacey hissed, staring intently. She unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her black, lacy bra. She licked her lips, looking for all the world like some sort of alien-lizard woman. Brandon half expected to see a scaly tail flick out from under her skirt. He looked around wildly. This had gone too far, and the predatory look in Stacey's eyes was starting to scare him. Giving his dick a preparatory squeeze, he stood up from the uncomfortable chair. "That's enough, Stacey," he declared, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm leaving." Stacey rose quickly from her perch on the desk, nearly eye-to-eye with Brandon in her 5-inch spike heels. Her EYES FLASHEDarrow-10x10.png dangerously, and her voice was icy when she spoke. "You take one step toward that door and you're fired." Brandon's shoulders slumped, and he felt another spurt escape. "Y-you can't..." he stammered. Smirking, Stacey straightened her shoulders. "Can't what?" she snapped. "I'm the boss. You report to me. Besides," she continued, looking far too pleased with herself for Brandon's liking. "Who would believe you anyway?" Another leak squirted into Brandon's pants; the damp patch was now visible beyond his clutching fist. He whined softly, hunching over. "That's it," Stacey purred, her breasts heaving as she leaned back onto her desk. Brandon knew he had only seconds left. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his boss was actually going to force him to choose between keeping his job and wetting himself in front of her. His eyes began to well up with fear and anger. He opened his mouth to beg Stacey to let him leave. Before he could get a single word out, a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Gasping in pain, Brandon released his grasp on his dick and dropped to one knee, clutching the back of the purple chair to keep from falling over completely. Before his knee even hit the ground, urine burst out of him, flowing down his legs and expanding the stain on his pants at an alarming rate, cascading over the wrinkles left by his tight grip. The stain spread in all directions as the fabric of his pants couldn't keep up with the forceful gush of liquid. "Yes!" Stacey moaned, watching fixedly. She reached under her skirt, fingers working furiously as she stared at the man kneeling in front of her, having an accident. Brandon breathed heavily, his mind swimming, Red spots floated in front of his eyes as he wet uncontrollably through his gray slacks. Urine started to pool around his knee, soaking slowly into the thin, industrial carpet. Stacey's moans escalated into shrieks as she brought herself to climax as Brandon finally finished peeing. She slumped back on the desk, eyes closed and panting hard. Blinking tears out of his eyes, Brandon kept his head down, angry and humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in that office another second, but fear of losing his job made him hesitant to move. After nearly a minute, Stacey's breaths finally evened out, and she lazily opened her eyes, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Well done, Mr. Charles," she whispered. "I think I'll let you keep your job." With a close-lipped grin, she reached out and placed one finger under Brandon's chin, raising his face to meet hers. "You may go." Wrenching his head to the side, Brandon rose to his feet and bolted from the office. He could barely spare a thought to be grateful for the absence of his coworkers as he stumbled toward the parking garage, not even breaking stride as he passed his desk and snatched up his keys and briefcase. In his car, Brandon finally paused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, gulping in great breaths of air. He felt sick, violated. His soaked trousers pressed heavily against his groin and thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He choked back a sob and started the car. Brandon stumbled through the door to his apartment, dropped his briefcase on the floor, and flung his coat at the coat rack. Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he turned the corner to head through the kitchen and back to the bedroom to change. "Surprise!" Brandon stopped cold and stared stupidly at Vanessa, his girlfriend of 4 years, standing in front of the stove with her arms outstretched in glee. The soft hum of the oven fan was the only sound as Brandon and Vanessa stared at each other, frozen. Vanessa's eager smile faded quickly as she watched Brandon's stunned reaction to her surprise; her face fell even further as her eyes traveled downward to the huge, wet stain on the front of his pants. After several shocked seconds, they both began talking at once. "What are you doing here?" "Bran, what happened?" "You're supposed to be in New York..." "Honey, are you sick?" "You flight isn't scheduled until tomorrow..." "Babe, what happened?" "Vanessa!" Hearing the fear and urgency in her boyfriend's voice, Vanessa bit back her questions momentarily. Drawing in a steadying breath, she responded cautiously, "I finished early and moved up my flight. I wanted to surprise you," she added, suddenly abashed at her spur-of-the-moment plan. Brandon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Of course there was no way to hide his accident from Vanessa. He'd have to explain it to her, even though he'd honestly been planning on trying never to think about it again. Hesitantly, Vanessa took a step toward Brandon. "Bran," she started softly. "Are you OK?" Sighing, Brandon clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned his head to the side, staring at the baseboards under the cupboards. Vanessa waited patiently, knowing better than to push him. Finally, haltingly, Brandon started talking, telling Vanessa the whole story: being called into Stacey's cabin, being accused of falling behind at work, the many glasses of water, the texts, the final threat. At that point, Brandon's voice cracked. "Ness, what could I do? We need that job!" He swallowed thickly. "I couldn't hold it. I tried, but I just couldn't help it. It started coming out, and I fell, and I had an ac-accident and she just s-sat there, watching and loving every second!" Vanessa closed the gap between then, grabbing Brandon's hands. "It was awful," Brandon choked. "How can I go back there? She knows she owns me now! She could make me do it again!" WIth a whimper, he leaned his forehead against Vanessa's. "But I can't quit..." "Bran..." Vanessa whispered, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "Yes, you can." Grimacing, Brandon shook his head. "There are no other accounting firms in town, and you haven't been able to find work..." "Babe," Vanessa looked up at the man she loved with a small smile on her face. "I did. I got the job." Brandon blinked. "What?" "They offered it to me at the end of the interview. That's why I flew back early - to tell you," Vanessa held Brandon's face in her hands. "We're moving to New York, Bran. You don't have to go back to that woman." Brandon let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees for the second time in an hour. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him as he finally started to sob, releasing all the fear, humiliation, and rage of the afternoon. Vanessa held his against her chest, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words. "I start in two weeks, and they're covering moving costs. There are hundreds of accounting firms in New York, and HR said they'd help you network," Vanessa explained, softly but excitedly, as Brandon cried. Finally, Brandon's sobs dissolved into sniffles. Vanessa knelt in front of him and gazed into his eyes. "It's going to be OK, Bran." Brandon wiped his eyes and nodded, acutely aware of the drenched pants still clinging to his legs. Rising, Vanessa pulled Brandon to his feet. "I still have to finish dinner," she said, squeezing his hands gently. "I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. You go get cleaned up, and then we'll eat." Smiling slightly for the first time all day, Brandon leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Ness." Then he walked past her and headed into the bedroom, ready to physically and emotionally wash off the horror of the day, knowing that he'd never have to go through it again.
  15. The Big Retail Leak

    Jen sighed. She hated her job, especially at this time of the year. She sat in the employee break room of the nation chain Technoleak, an electronics store proud to gush all of its deals onto its customers. She sat in her standard uniform. A pair of tight white pants with a black belt, a blue button up shirt (tucked in of course), and a pair of black heels. Underneath she wore a sexy blue lace bra and thong set. Jen had worked at this electronic store for years and wished she could just get out and continue with her bachelor’s degree. Alas, there she sat, sipping on her second coke of her fifteen-minute break, ticking down the time till she had to go back on the sales floor. She was working on commission, so every sale she made got her closer to her goal of going back to college. Being the twenty-one-year-old, tall, sexy girl, she was, it wasn’t hard to make good sales. She walked over to the sink in the break room and washed her hands, freshened up her face, and pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail. As she finished freshening up, her phones alarm went off, signaling her break had ended. Just as she stopped the alarm she felt a different feeling other than the dread of going back on the sales floor. “Fuck. I forgot to pee” she thought. Jen had needed to pee since before her break after consuming a few water bottles during her shift. Jen closed her legs tight and started a brisk walk towards the bathroom. As Jen walked up to the bathroom she saw the door propped open and a wet floor sign in the doorway saying closed for cleaning. “Oh shit” Jen thought, squirming a little in place. She peaked her head into the bathroom and saw the janitor. “Hey… how much longer do you think you’ll be.” Jen murmured. She didn’t want to show her need, but damn did she need to go. Those cokes and water were really starting to fill her up. “Oh, just a little while longer” The old man said scuttling about. Jen sighed. She already was over her break time. She sulked away from the toilets and back to her department. She walked from buying group to buying group. The place was packed as it was the night before the super bowl. People ranging in old grandpas to sexy hot shot business executives were trying to buy the best TV out there. Jens sexy looks helped her upsell her customers, but she wasn’t having the easiest time focusing on sales as her bladder was filling rapidly. “Fuck… okay one more buying group then I can pee” Jen said to herself, walking up to a mother daughter group. “Welcome to Technoleak, is there anything I can help w-with today?” Jen said, a little shake in her voice. Her legs trembled as her bladder pulsed a bit stronger than before. “Why yes. What’s so good about this tv here” The older mother asked. “Well, this TV has a higher refresh rate than most.” Jen said, rattling off her normal specs for the TV. “Ah so… refresh rate… its refreshing? Relieving? Like a good pee ha-ha!” The older woman giggled. She obviously knew nothing about TVs, but the mention of pee really hit Jen again. She casually crossed her legs and pressed them hard together as she explained what refresh rates were. “No, the TV processes information faster and is able to show more fluid video than others. Let me show you.” With that, Jen took a remote and turned the TV they were looking at to the 120hz refresh rate demo. “Oh no…” Jen thought as it turned on. The demo was of a high-speed waterfall pouring into a canyon. It was slow and dynamic for a few seconds, then it ramped up and splashed away. Another image was of a football player spraying water onto his coach in slow motion. These images made Jens bladder burn with need. She doubled over slightly and bounced in place. “A-as you can s-see its very uh, nice fluid. Its a ve-very smooth pee- I mean picture.” She stammered. She was having a very hard time watching all of this. “Ohhh okay. Wonderful! Ya know what, ya sold me girly. Ill take one.” The woman beamed with happiness as she saw the TV she was soon to own. Jen breathed a sigh of relief as she walked her customers to her register. As she walked, she glanced to the toilets to see a woman going into it! She gasped in happiness and hurried through the transaction with her customer. “Thank you for shopping with us! Have a great day! The inventory team will bring the TV to your car” Jen said turning away, looking towards the restroom. “Hey, wait” The daughter said. Jen turned and looked at her with a pleading look of “Why are you doing this”. “Where’s the bathroom here? I’ve kind of needed to go for some time.” The girl asked. “Oh… its uh… Right over there” Jen pointed in the direction of the bathroom and the girl took off. “Fuck… Now I need to wait… can’t just directly follow her into the bathroom…” Jen thought to herself. She leaned against her register, cross legged, waiting for the girl to go into the bathroom. Finally, the girl did, and Jen proceeded to briskly walk to the bathroom herself, passing the other employees demoing the high refresh rate screens with the waterfall demo. Jen moaned slightly and help her belly. “God, I have to gooooo!” She moaned top herself. I chill ran down her spine. “What If I wet myself at work… Oh god that cannot happen! Id never get promoted ever!!! Fuck I need to piss like now!” She thought again before getting to the bathroom door. Jen approached the bathroom door. She was bouncing with need at this point and knew she didn’t have much time to get in there before her boss noticed she was off the sales floor. Jen went to open the door but noticed it wouldn’t budge. “What the…” she said and tried to open it again. It moved slightly but didn’t fully open. “Omg Becky I didn’t think Id see you here.” Jen heard a voice from inside the door. “Oh, hey Sharon! Nice to see you. Say, did you see that brown-haired sales girl out there. Whew did it look like she had to pee!” Jen banged on the door. “Hey open up!” she said. “Oh geez. Someone must be trying to get in. Well ya know they can wait. What’s new with you Becky.” The woman on the other end said in a snarky tone. “Oh my god!!!” Jen reeled. This cannot be happening to me she thought. Jen looked around and saw her boss coming onto the sales floor. “Shit… I have to go back… Ill just… have to hold on… fuck me….” Jen sulked away from the bathroom and back to the sales floor, still bursting to pee. Jen returned to the sales floor, jiggling around, her hands in her pockets trying to alleviate the pressure from her pants on her bladder. She had another hour till her next fifteen-minute break and she had to hold on. If she didn’t… god she didn’t even want to think what would happen to her. She moved from customer group to customer group, her voice wavering, her legs shaking. “God dammit I have to go” She thought checking another customer out with a new TV. It was beginning to get late and the store was getting busier. Granted, more employees were coming to help. This wasn’t helping her bladder as many of the new guys were playing the waterfall demo. Jen had to endure the splashing and jetting of water as she jiggled up and down trying to hold in her fluids. She glanced at her watch and realized she was about to get her break! “Fuck fuck fuck!” She said under her breath, crossing her legs as she completed her transaction with her client. “T-There you go” She said handing the older gentleman his receipt. His eyes wavered to her big tits as they jiggled with her desperation. Jen quickly turned and rushed to the bathrooms. Upon arriving she was more that desperate. The thought crept up on her that she might not make it. A counter thought also arose. “I’m a big girl… I… I can hold it.” She thought and opened the bathroom door. She gasped, seeing 3 lines for the 3 stalls in the women’s room. “Oh god…” She moaned, and she got into the shortest line. Jen stood, agonizingly trying to hold her piss in. She bounced in place. She doubled over. Anything to help relieve a bit of pressure. She kept glancing at her watch. Time was flowing by rapidly fast. Her break would be over soon if this line didn’t move faster. She glanced up. Only two more women in front of her. Her legs were crossed, her hands were in her pockets, she was jiggling up and down desperately. “God, I have to fucking go!!!” She hissed under her breath. Just as she said this her watch went off. “Oh no... Oh god…” She hissed. “Please let me go first! I need to pee!! Really fucking badly p-please!!!” She cried to the women in front. “You think we don’t? We’ve been holding it way longer girl. Try again later” they hissed back. No options. She had to go back out. She sobbed a little as she walked out. Jen tried to hard to act natural, but her bladder was at the tipping point. She had to piss so damn badly it almost hurt. She saw her boss near her work area and knew she had to look busy. She walked over to her desk and did something she deemed so childish but needed to be done. As she filled out a TV malfunction report (which was completely false) she slipped a hand between her legs as she crossed them. She felt a little bit of relief from having the extra pressure there, and it gave her reassurance she could hold on. But she couldn’t grab her crotch in front of customers. “Dammit… How am I gunna hold this” she said as a pair of customers walked up. “Excuse me, can you show us the 4k televisions?” Jen was frantic. After showing the couple a few TVs she got passed off to another group, then another group. She was doing a great job in sales but the constant sound of gushing water from the sound bars and the views of waterfalls was destroying her hopes of holding it all in. She was at her absolute breaking point now. She finished up her last sale and glanced at the bathrooms again. “Fuck It. I CANNOT piss myself. I need to go now or Ill have an accident.” She hissed crossing her legs yet again. As the receipt printed Jen froze. She felt a very small squirt fall from her pussy into her lace thong. She glanced down at her crotch and didn’t see anything showing just yet. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK” is all she was thinking. She handed the customer their receipt and ran to the bathroom. Fuck her boss. She had to pee NOW. Jen rushed the female bathroom door and collided with it. She gasped as she leaked again into her panties. She grabbed herself with both hands and jiggled in place. The door was locked. “Wha! How! Fuck I can’t!” She said sobbing a little. She could feel the dampness between her legs. Just then she saw the janitor walking up. “Oh, thank god. I really need to get in there! You’re just in ti- “she gasped as she saw him placing an out of order sign on the men’s and women’s room door. “Sorry sweetie. Water main break. Whole city is havin some sort of issue right now.” The janitor said shrugging. “I… I…” Jen said quivering. “Relax. There’s always a bucket in the hallway” the janitor laughed, kicking the bucket next to the bathrooms with his foot and walking away. “Oh fuck… Do…. Do I just… No. I can’t. Ill just go home. I can’t do this!” Jen mumbled to herself and briskly walked towards the exit. Just as Jen was passing her department her boss stopped her. “Hey you okay? Where do you think you’re going? You have an hour left in your shift” He said sternly. He was a big man and Jen was slightly terrified of him. “I uh. (Fuck) I umm was going to go help in uh. Car electronics! Yeah!” She stammered. She was going to burst soon, and she felt it. But she couldn’t just leave in front of her boss. She sulked away to the car electronics area, another small leak slithering into her panties. She looked down in horror and saw a small wet spot forming on her crotch. It was the size of a half dollar. The worst part? Her pants were becoming slightly see through, showing her blue thong! “Oh no… So… if I wet myself… Everyone will see… Oh god I can’t let that happen.” She hissed to herself. She briskly walked over to the car radios / electronics section. “Okay. Just walk here out of sight… Then dash to the bathrooms to piss in the bucket. Fuck. I gotta pee. Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee” Jen said to herself, a hand hovering near her crotch. “Fuck someone’s here. Okay just try and pass them” she murmured. There was two black men standing at the radio area. When they saw the sexy, struggling girl, with her legs tight and her hand gripping her crotch occasionally, they knew they wanted to hold her up for a bit. “Ey yo shawty. Can you help us? We got some questions” They asked the desperate saleswoman. Jen paused. “Fuck… Alright just… help them and then pee.” She thought to herself, gaining some composure and walking over to them. “What about this one?” The one man said pointing to another radio. “W-Well that one uh.” She tried to rattle off specs, but her desperation was getting to much. She felt another leak travel to her thong. “F-fuck I…” She stuttered. “Girl you okay?” Then men ask, getting harder by the second watching this obviously desperate girl struggle. “I-I’m fine…” She sighed. “Oh shit, these play music? Hold up” The one man pressed a button on the radio and turned on some fine Spanish salsa. “Oh, shit this my jam!!!” The one man quickly grabbed Jen making her gasp and leak a little more in her thong. She spun her around, dancing quickly with her, tossing her left and right. Jess was stumbling. Her bladder was throbbing. Another leak escaped her, but she refused to give up. She had a big wet patch that could almost be seen from the front now. The man finally finished his little dance and dipped her down. “Tada!” He said. She let out a massive spurt on the last dip and a stream of piss shot down her leg. “Oh, shit girl you pissin? Fuck we’ll buy the radio for your troubles.” The men said together. “T-Thank y-ou,” Jen stammered. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She pushed her way to the register with their radio in hand. She tried too hard to get through the transaction, but they kept asking stupid questions. “Does this come with a warranty?” The one man asked. “Y- Y- Yes” She said. Another squirt fell from her pussy, trailing down her leg. Some of the other employees noticed her turmoil and took at their phones. They knew what could happen. And the sexiest worker in the store? They had to get it on video. “Do yall have credit cards?” One of the men asked. “N-No… I…” Another squirt. Jen was losing it completely. She shoved a hand to her crotch as she jiggled furiously in place. She was sweating profusely. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Maybe she could make it to the bucket still? “I thought yall did. Huh aight, lets just buy this and go.” One of the men said, swiping his master card. His receipt printer and Jen handed it to him and turned towards the restrooms, starting to hobble back. She noticed all the employees around her with their cell phones out. “Oh no…” She thought. “Hey! Quick question miss” One of the men hollered to her. “Y-yes?” Jen sputtered, a big leak jetting into her pants. Her wet spot was huge now. She was about to burst. “Wheres yalls restroom. I kinda gotta pee ya know? Like a waterfall!” The man said laughing. This was it for Jen. She gasped and grabbed herself forcefully with two hands as piss rocketed from her pussy. She started to sob as she burst. Pee gushed all over her as she squirmed in place trying desperately to stop it. “NononoNONONONO!!!! STOP! FUCK! SHIT! I CAN’T! FUCK!” She screamed as pee splashed all over her sexy legs as she jiggled in place. She started to full on cry as she kept pushing on her pee hole to stop the flood. “No… no…. fuck no…” she cried… She glanced around as she saw everyone’s phones out, laughing at her. “D-Delete that… no….” She shouted. Everyone could see her lace thong through her pants. It was undeniable that she had completely wet herself. Jen sulked out of the store, her heels filled with pee as she shuffled to her car. Jen thankfully was off for a few days right after her fateful accident. However, upon returning, she gasped as she saw pictures of her pissing herself on the employee hub website and videos up on the company social media page. She had tried to stay away from social media since the accident, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer. Everyone knew her as the girl who couldn’t hold it at Technoleak… As she walked to her department her fellow employees smirked, one even handing her a bottle of water and laughing. God, she was humiliated… Would she ever get over this? The worst part was, as she walked to clock in, she felt a need to pee already.
  16. The City Girl Who Blew

    Kora slipped, or rather pushed herself into her tight pink leggings that cut off at the ankle. She was a fit, Asian girl in her thirties. Her black running shoes tight on her feet, tied, as she was going for a jog, and a gray sports bra that showed her arms all the way shiny and hot as it tightened around her big boobs that had a small tattoo on the top saying “Made in China 💋”. She took the elevator down to the lobby of her New York apartment building. They had free water bottles every morning which she loved so she took one as she headed out. She felt a slight twitch in her bladder. She rubbed her belly. “Oh. Forgot to pee. Shit.” It was an average discomfort, very low towards her private area with slight pulses. She thought she would be able to hold on. She ignored it and continued her run. Kora sprinted out of her apartment building. She always sprinted at the beginning of her jog. It was always nice to get started as she put one foot in front of the other in a face motion to get her a far distance before she slowed down. You know, to reach the jogging speed. Men (and some women) admired Kora’s tight, rock hard ass as she passed them and her cheeks jiggled back and forth. Little did she know her bladder was also jigging at the time. Kora had a bottle of water with her that she quickly finished off before tossing it in the trash at the side. She waved to her fellow city goers who waved back. It was around then, after making it about a mile into her run, sweaty, shiny, and exhausted, that her bladder pains (and urges) started to get the better of her. “Oooh!” she moaned, pausing in place. She held her lower belly, and felt it expanded a little bit over her waist. Wearing things so tight one would think her bladder would be pushed in as much as it took to prevent this from happening. She looked down, and her eyes widened in terror as she noticed her belly button turned into an expanded, bigger round thing. Kora grasped her lower back against her kidneys, and hopped in place. Her bouncing made her boobs jiggle and her tits stand out. She saw a couple of pervetative men stopped close to examine the beauty. “Pervs!” she yelled at them. Kora sprinted away. The sprinting did not help Kora’s predicament anymore than she thought. She may have run from the pervs, but her bladder pains were still very, VERY close indeed. She needed to pee VERY badly! Oh, how she wished she had remembered to pee earlier before she left. She would never make it home. She was not in the feeling of dying (yet) but if she did not take care of her lower urges quick, she would be dealing with that sort of pain (as well as a very big and humiliating mess). Therefore, Kora decided to race down to the Central Park lavatory’s. Public bathrooms were disgusting, but humiliation was worst. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeee!” she moaned as she ran carefully. She traveled along the sidewalk path and reached down to her destination of relief. “Oh my God!” she yelled. Her eyes widened and watered at the horrifying sight of lines sticking out of the men’s and women’s restrooms. She looked around as she jogged and bounced in place. Her boobs and butt cheeks jiggled back and forth as she did this. She noticed a few small amusement park rides set up. Some snack booths as well. “Oh, just my luck! A freaking fair. Of all times!” she grabbed her crotch tight and legs closed. She did it briefly, just long enough to regain her posture. She pushed and stuck her fingers in her pee hole just to remain steady. She ran down to the line. She stood there with her arms crossed on her chest on her big breasts and legs closed tight, bouncing. She showed teeth as she jittered from the increase of how desperate she was. Having a chill run through her as she could feel potential embarrassing accident. “That can’t happen!” she thought. Ten minutes went by and the lone barely moved. She breathed in and out heavy, her face cheeks (FACE cheeks, not talking about the other end this time) expanded in and out as she tried to take her mind off the painful pulses spiking from her bladder. She felt it pushing against her vagina to exit, the ocean inside of her boiling and heavy. “MMMMM!” It felt like she took a couple hard kicks to the belly to strain her. As she bounced, she looked over everyone who was in front of her shoulders to see how much longer she would have to wait. Her eyes closed to regain focus on her strength to hold in the load. She tapped the shoulder of the lady in front of her. “Excu-s-se, mee!” Kora said, trying hard to focus her words together among the bladder pains. “Mam, may I p-pplease cut. I need to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD! Please-AHH!” Kora said as she grasped her private area. “Hell no sweetie,” said the lady who was slightly older than Kora. “You’re a grown up, freaking wait in line like the rest of us.” Kora continued to bounce as the pain grew. She was going to start to lose control if she did not empty herself out soon. “Oooooh!” Kora pushed other ladies aside and tried to dash in, alas, they shoved her out. She tried to get back in and they shoved her again. Some of them, including the younger girls, flipped her off. Even worst, they would not let her get back in her spot in line. Security came over to stop her and asked her to leave. “But…but…” they said, “no butts miss. Now please leave this park before we arrest you for harassment.” Kora nearly cried bloody tears as she jogged away, bouncing her aching bladder and no doubt worsening the urgency of her desperation. She had to go pee so BADLY! Kora ran across the street, ignoring pushing the stop signals. Cars beeped at her as they nearly hit the bursting Asian girl. Her belly which was exposed thanks to the sports bra was clearly swollen from her full bladder. She stopped and jogged in place for a second, arms tight to her sides and hands in fists. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” She ran into a diner and swept past all the tables. She asked an employee who had just brought drinks to a table. “E-excuse me. Where’s your bathroom?” The waiter, a cute male her age, clearly aroused by her desperation, “In the back.” Just as she ran he placed an arm in front to stop her. “BUT…I’m sorry strict store policy, you need to buy something first.” Kora jogged in place and bounced, unable to stop at risk of flooding her panties like the second coming or something. She pulled on her hair. “Oh, come on!” “I’m sorry. Rules.” Kora reached down to her pockets…except she had none! They were tights. While they did well in showing off her tight steel ass and muscular calf’s through the pinkness, they did not provide space for money. “Shit,” she whispered. Then she remembered she had a card in her bra with her ID. She held her debit card out to the employee. “Give me a muffin. Anything cheap really. I just need to pee bad please.” She turned red as the humiliation settled in. Oh, how humiliating it was. Her legs crossed as she held her place. The employee could barely focus as all the blood drained from his brain and went to his dick. This was so hot. “Oh…um…sorry,” he said. “But we don’t take debit cards. Our owner hates new technology.” Kora’s jaw dropped. “What…wha…What the hell do you mean?!? These have been around forever. And I have to pee!” “Sorry miss.” Kora cried. She covered her face as she wept and ran out of the diner. “This can’t be happening!” she said. She then stopped on the sidewalk, knees turned inwards, hand at her crotch and pushing in to plug up her pee hole. She bit her lips as she bounced. She felt a warm gist go across her fingers. “Oh no…” Kora was started to pee in her panties and she knew it. And in public too! She could not let this happen. “Ahhhhh!” She sprinted off, keeping her legs tight together as she made an awkward run across town. Not long after she found relief: a porta-potty! She smiled and tears fell from her eyes of joy. Even as her bladder was LITERALLY on the verge of explosion. “Beautiful.” She ran over and pulled on the handle. She went in, shut the door, and just as she pulled her tights down and crouched, she saw the disgusting horror: there was pee AND poop filled nearly to the top of this porta-potty. She jumped up with her back against the door. Her lips trembled, legs shook, there was no hope. She held her mouth and belly as she almost threw up from the disgusting sight of other people’s waste but also the intense, knife-stabbing like pain in her bladder. Her legs crossed as she plugged her pee hole with all her force trying to hold back. “Oh god! Oh god! I can’t wait much longer. I have to go now. I have to get home.” Kora sprinted out of the porta potty, catching attention of everyone around her. Just then a major cramp shot up her leg and she fell over, grabbing her shin. She yelped as her leg cramp matched the main of her exploding bladder. People were staring and Kora felt butterflies fill her stomach and her face becoming bright, hot red. Kora shook on the ground as she grabbed her crotch, holding back the waterfall of pee about to explode out of her vagnia. “Miss,” a man said as he walked up to her. “Are you okay?” The embarrassment and pain was so bad Kora could not take it much longer. She shut her eyes and felt it: her bladder exploded! Pee gushed out of that girl’s vagnia in the public street in front of everyone. She kept a hand on it which filled with pee as she tried to hold it back, but it was no use. Kora was on her knees crying from the humiliation as her panties quickly filled up with warm pee and drained out of her tights and out to a huge puddle that formed on the ground. A puddle of pee. Her boobs jiggled from the orgasmic release, even though it was impossible to enjoy due to the people she heard laughing. Her pinks tights ripped at the ends from having so much pee fill them up and expand the material past than what it should. Even her belly button was drenched in the warm pee. Her body just let it all out, emptying her huge tank. When it finally dwindled down Kora looked around her and cried as people took video and pictures. She ran away yelling, “Whhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy!” This had to be the most embarrassing accident in the whole city’s history. Just like in a boxer champion film, as she jogged, it was not a jog to celebrate victory. It was a jog to her apartment and rest her humiliation. Oh, the pain brought on by a single mistake of forgetting to go in the morning. Poor Kora had it worse than she thought. For from her bladder exploding she lost ability to hold it in, and needed to go to the doctor to get it taken care of. All across the internet that day people spoke about the City Girl Whose Bladder Blew! THE END.
  17. Little Red Skirt

    Warning: short mention of masturbation at the end. --- Once upon a time there was a young woman, the prettiest you could ever see. Her mother loved her, and her grandmother even more so. That good woman had a little red skirt made for her which suited her so well that she wanted to wear it all the time, and so she came to be called Little Red Skirt. One day, the girl's mother said to her: "Little Red Skirt, here are some cakes and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She's ill and feels weak, and they will make her strong. You'd better start off now, before it gets too hot, and when you're out in the woods, look straight ahead of you like a good little girl and don't drink any of the wine. Just because you’re 18 now, it doesn’t mean you should drink alcohol! "I'll do just as you say," Little Red Skirt promised her mother. Little Red Skirt set out immediately to visit her grandmother, who lived in another village, without stopping to use the bathroom. No sooner had Little Red Skirt set foot in the forest than she met Arthur Woolf, her school crush. He asked her where she was going; the poor girl, flustered and not knowing what to say, said: "To Grandmother's house." "What's that tucked under your arm?" "Some cakes and wine. Yesterday we baked, and Grandmother, who is ill and feeling weak, needs something to make her better," she replied. "Does she live very far away?" Arthur Woolf asked. "Oh, yes," said Little Red Skirt, "it’s past the mill you see way over there, the first house in the village." Arthur Woolf thought to himself: "That girl is so hot! Alone in the woods together. If you're really crafty, you'll get her." The wolf walked alongside Little Red Skirt for a while. Then he said: "Little Red Skirt, have you noticed the beautiful flowers all around? Why don't you stay and look at them for a while? I don't think you've even heard how sweetly the birds are singing. You're acting as if you were on the way to school, when it's so much fun out here in the woods." Little Red Skirt looked with eyes wide open and noticed how the sunbeams were dancing in the trees. She caught sight of the beautiful flowers all around and thought: "What a lovely place for a picnic. With Arthur Woolf! And I’ve got wine too. It's still so early in the morning that I'm sure to get there in plenty of time." She promptly sat down on the grass, back against a tree, and said: "I really don’t think wine is going to help my Grandmother. Would you like some?" The two youngsters started sharing the bottle. Little Red Skirt, excited and shy, had heard that alcohol helps you overcome shyness. Within half an hour, the bottle was over, with the girl having drunk more than three quarters of it. They lay there for a while, making small talk. Then, Arthur Woolf said: "I have to go home. I’ll take this path here, and you take that path there, and you’ll be there in no time." In reality, both paths led out of the wood, and he had told her to take the longer one, wanting to get there first and surprise her. Little Red Skirt took the longer path, killing time by gathering hazelnuts, chasing butterflies, and making bouquets from the little flowers she came across. She did not realise that she had left the path, and soon found herself lost in the middle of the forest. She remembered the tales her mother and grandmother used to tell her when she was just a little child, about wolves and witches in houses made of candy in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t the first time she had a nightmare about the wolf in the forest and woke up crying for her mother in a wet bed! No sooner had she remembered that than she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. She looked at her watch; it had been 3 hours since she left home. She hadn’t used the bathroom since she woke up five hours ago, and she had had so much wine. Now that Little Red Skirt was aware of her need, she realised how desperate she was and couldn’t ignore it. The girl started trying to find the path again; eventually she did, but it took a while and her desperation had intensified. She had her right hand pressed tightly against the crotch of her skirt and was hopping along with every step. She had never needed to go the toilet so bad in her life, but she didn’t dare pull her skirt up, her panties down, and squat in the woods, in case there really were wolves around. Oh, how she longed to get to Grandmother’s house! Meanwhile, Arthur Woolf had run straight to his house, where no one was home. He stole a couple of old clothes from his mother’s wardrobe, dressed himself up as an old lady, and hurried along to Little Red Skirt’s Grandmother’s house, where he sat outside waiting to surprise the beautiful girl. Little Red Skirt finally made it out of the forest, past the mill, and to Grandmother’s house, stopping every few seconds to cross her legs and push both hands against her crotch, bending down slightly. She was surprised to find Grandmother outside, and said: “Grandma, shouldn’t you be in bed?” Arthur Woolf, disguising his voice, said: “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m feeling much better. What’s that you have tucked under your arm?” “Some cakes my mother is sending you,” replied Little Red Skirt. “Here, hold them and please let me inside quickly, I really have to go to the b-” Little Red Skirt stopped halfway through the sentence as she noticed that Grandmother looked very strange. She said: “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” “The better to hear you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” “The better to see you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big arms you have!” “The better to hug you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what a big mouth you have!” “The better to kiss you with!” And saying that, Arthur Woolf jumped towards Little Red Skirt, arms outstretched, to pull her into a kiss. Surprised, Little Red Skirt took one step backwards, gasped, then cried out in horror as she looked down at her feet. Arthur Woolf stopped at her reaction, and, following her gaze, saw a dark spot growing on Little Red Skirt’s famous skirt, around her two hands, which she had on her skirt. At first he was confused, then he saw a stream of golden liquid forcefully make her way down her legs, into her socks and shoes and onto the gravel path. She had peed in her little red skirt! Disgusted and at the same time laughing, he turned back and headed towards his home. Arthur Woolf wouldn’t tell anyone, though; after all, she had seen him crossdressing. In fact, that night, he kept thinking about Little Red Skirt’s accident and he didn’t find it so disgusting anymore. On the contrary, he found it very exciting. However, he had to settle for pleasuring himself at the memory, for Little Red Skirt was too embarrassed to ever look at him again, and she wouldn’t want to after he had laughed at her predicament.
  18. Pure madness

    CHAPTER ONE - Alice, repeat what I said? - the voice of the teacher wrenched from her thoughts a seventeen-year-old dark-haired and a hazel-eyed student. Alice looked at the desk standing under the blackboard. However, her eyes were still "unconscious" and she was shifting in her chair. The teacher looked disapprovingly at one of her best students. Only because Alice had only the best grades, she did not let her come to the board. Meanwhile, Alice fought a weakness she had never felt in her life before. Alice Dabrowsky, because that is what our heroine is called, she had one quirk. She hated school toilets. She just could not pee in the school. She went to the bathroom during "difficult days" and only when she had no other choice. She always left her physiological needs home. That day, however, she apparently exaggerated with drinks. During the long break she drank almost a liter of still water and now, during the last lesson, she felt as if all the fluid was going to come out of it. If it were not that she never went to the ladies to pee, she might ask the teacher for permission to leave, and now ... she had to wait for the bell, thankfully - the last one that day. It was an extraordinary circumstance because the class had two more Polish lessons in the plan, but the teacher had an accident the previous day and broke his leg. Before the replacements were organized, the management had to cancel all lessons with this professor. "Phew, how happy. If I had to sit two more Poles, I would probably peed myself" thought Alice. And it was these thoughts that caused her to drift away and expose herself to a geography teacher. Fortunately, she did not have to get up ... Meanwhile, the lesson slowly - too slowly, she thought - was heading to the end. The girl had no intention of wasting time. As soon as the bell sounded, she intended to grab her things and leave the school. She had plans for the afternoon, and an additional hour and a half helped greatly in their implementation. All you had to do was go home, leave things and ... leave. The Greeks said that to go a mile, first you have to go half a mile, and to do it, first you have to beat a quarter and so on. Alice has not listened to the lecture for a while yet only counted the minutes to the bell. And the longer she counted, the slower the time flowed, and her bladder filled more and more. By the end of the lesson, it was still about 15 minutes, when Lena suddenly rose from the next bench - one of Alicia's closest friends. She approached the teacher and she nodded. Lena left the classroom. "She went to pee," thought Alice, and squeezed her thighs. This has not been yet! She has to clench her legs so that we do not pee. She is not a little girl. Never since she remembered had she had wet pants. She remembered how many times in kindergarten and primary school she had seen, or heard someone pee in panties. Probably none of her friends could say the same thing to Alice. Until today... Lena returned after 2 minutes. By the end of the lesson she was getting closer and closer, and Al felt that she would not last long. The bell is a few minutes, ok - that's all it can do, but then it will be half an hour to come home ... Even the iron bladder, as she thought about herself, cannot stand it. However, Alice did not do much of the signals sent to her by the body. She believed all the time that she would never, ever - ever pee in underpants. The teacher finished lecturing the subject of the lesson and allowed the students to pack things. The bell was to be called in 3 minutes. Alice waited like a sprinter in blocks. Finally… The rattle of the bell sounded like the most joyful melody. Alice - as she assumed - grabbed a bag of books and was one of the first at the door. She ran out into the corridor without looking back. She did not even hear that Anne - her best friend, with whom she shared the bench from the junior high - was calling for her to wait. After all, they were walking in the same direction, going home with the same tram and switching to the same bus. Finally, they lived in neighboring blocks. Alice did not wait for her friend this time. She ran like crazy to the tram stop just to see the red lights of the departing car in front of her. "Fuck" - she cursed in her mind and at the same time she felt a contraction in the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the timetable display. The next tram was supposed to be in twenty minutes. Alice did not intend to stand that much. She walked to the side where she should go. About two kilometers later there was a bus stop from where you could catch a bus towards the house. Alice managed to forget for a time that she really wanted to pee. It turned out that she had luck on that day (two canceled lessons) and misfortune. When it reached the bus stop - the bus was leaving it. Now Alice knew she had a problem. If she decided to go on foot, the road would have taken her for over half an hour. The next bus was supposed to be in 20 minutes, which meant that the house would be in ... half an hour. "However you did not turn, ass is always behind" - she thought. At that moment she realized how much she needed to pee. She started to shuffle from one foot to the other, cross her legs, lean forward, and crouched down. Nothing helped. The need grew and Alice knew now that she had to come up with something. "I have only two options, and none of them is out of the question," she thought. Indeed: she could go to McDonald's, which was a few dozen meters from the bus stop, or... let it go in trousers. The first solution involved going to the public toilet. Admittedly, Alice was not entirely sure if her aversion to this type of bathrooms concerns everyone to whom foreign strangers go, or only the ones at school, but when she wondered more deeply about it, she came to the conclusion that, however, in McD’s, he did not get any better either. So what? Go in fucking panties? The answer came quickly. Alice’s next contraction was not as strong anymore and she suddenly felt herself getting hot. Although the traffic in the city was considerable, and the cars were making noise as usual, she had the impression that she could hear the noise of her own urine flowing into her panties, and then through the trousers on the pavement. It lasted a long time. Alice did not even try to stop the flood. She realized that it did not make sense. Panties and pants were already wet, her reputation in the event someone saw her - ruined, and if she fought with the inevitable, she would still need to pee ... She was one happy that she did not wait for Anne. In the meantime, the bus finally arrived. Alice, as she calculated, after a half-hour trip she found herself at the door of the house. She put the key in the lock and, to her surprise, she understood that the door was open. It meant only one thing: mom is at home !!!
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  21. female A bad day...

    Okay so back in middle and high school I used to be very known around for always wetting my pants and acting like a baby. I could spill out many stories but theres one that spikes me the most, the first time I ever had a accident in class. It was first period and I was just starting 7th grade, at this point I was still heavily in to AB/DL and only liked some omorashi nothing to out there (guess I still had some innocence). Well as it was I ended up having a homeroom teacher that completely hated my guts because of the previous year of not fully completing classwork and never doing any homework. I never really liked focusing or doing any work at school so I always had to occupy my mind with my surroundings in a sense. Which usually ment day dreaming till the bell rang, but seemingly it was one of those days where it was incredibly hard to focus on anything, including the sexual abyss of my mind. I drunk alot that morning at breakfast only cause the food they served was uber dry, but with that the need to pee started kicking in right at the beginning of class. At first it wasn't entirely all to bad, I barely aknowleged the need to pee so I didn't really ask to go to the bathroom. The teacher then got up, presented herself to the class, just in case there was people in there that didn't recognize her, and passed out to everyone their assigned Chromebook, due to all the work being transferred to computer. Afterwards she sat down at her desk and told the class that the work was on the cromebook. I opened my cromebook and almost instantly went to the browser instead of the classroom setting and searched up AB/DL fan fics. The same stuff I spent the whole previous year procrastinating upon. As the time past my need to pee grew, by the time my bladder was bursting it was 20 minutes before class and I was getting knee deep in a fan fiction and had no intentions on stopping even though I was bursting, I figured I could read it before it was to late to use the bathroom, but it ended up being longer than anticipated. With that I glanced up at the clock and realized I had 5 minutes before class ends. Already knowing the answer if I asked to use the restroom, due to the previous year, I realized she wouldn't let me go due to it being apperently a school rule not to let kids out 5 minutes before the bell rings. My stubbornness got the best of me though and I still gave an effort to ask, as I did it was an almost instantly no, and I'm not one to plead in front of a classroom. So I was forced to wait. Getting passed the 5 minutes felt like an eternity, within the first 2 minutes I was already leaking into my panties. I remember thinking about which panties I was wearing hoping there not one of my good ones, knowing after today there gonna have to be thrown out. (They were black laced btw for those who wanted to know ;) even though that didn't help anything) I felt the warmth grow more and more as I leaked, by then I was practically in tears and holding myself, rocking back and forth not caring about my surroundings. I felt my bladder about to give out as soon as the bell rang, but an instant adrinaline kicked in and I jetted out the door only to my horror to meet the one hallway in the entire school to be already crammed with students. (It was a private school and it was REALLY small, the whole school only had 12 rooms in all, and it was only one hallway). Since I jetted out the room, my klutzy self ended up running into one of the schools biggest bully. Almost instantly he pinned me against a wall and mocked me with the usual. The only reason he bullied me was because of me not finding interest in him and dating him like the rest of the girls in the school did, I was way more into girls than guys at the time hehe, but anyways he pinned me down and threatened me. As this quick swift happened, I felt my bladder instantaneously give out. In my own horror I blocked out my surroundings and felt as my heart sank feeling my crotch fill with wetness and warmth as my bladder forcefully releases. As soon as I snap back into realization, him and his friends notice due to my facial reaction and the obvious black streak getting bigger and going down the leg of my skinny jeans, as reflex due to just getting humiliated anger came in and it turned into instant reaction to start throwing punchies. I felt as my fist hit him multiple times, but at the same time without much thought I felt my stomach churning and my bowels start to release as well (ethier from fear of fighting or adrinaline, not entirely sure why it happened as it did) it angered me more as I was feeling as I was pooping my panties too. After he fell down I came to my senses, and this is when I actually honestly noticed I soiled myself as well. With that my face became ever redder than it was before. By now tears were flooding down my face and my first reaction was to run to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I peeked in and it looked like nobody was in there, but as I actually entered I noticed someone crying in the corner of the stall. I slowly approached her and asked her what was wrong, after closing the bathroom door behind me. She didn't really reply she just continued crying, she didn't even look up. Upon staring at her I slowly came to realization on what happened, from what I could infer from her style of dress and her ponytails she seemed familiar like a big baby, her skirt was really short and (not all to proud to say this lol) but I could clearly see up her skirt by the way she was crying, that she was clearly wearing a diaper. So with that, I sit next to her and lay my head on her shoulder. At this point she looks over and asks me what I'm doing, and I tell her waiting here until the office freaks out and starts trying to find out where I'm at. She asked me how come and I calmly explain to here what happened, figuring she would be in the same boat. Afterwards since she seemed to calm down a tad, I asked her what had happened to her, and she said that one of the kids at the school saw that she was wearing a pull-up and told everyone she was wearing a diaper, and when no one believed him he lifted up the back of her skirt and showed everyone. So she just ran and cried in the bathroom. I almost instantly feel sympathetic kind of understanding the feeling, I hug her and pet her lightly and say...today's just been a bad day all around for everyone.
  22. Vanessa - Missed her job interview

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    It's Vanessa's big day today, she has to go through a job interview today and hopes to get her dream job. But she has two problems. First of all she needs to pee and the pressure in her bladder is rising. Second, she can't find the address of the company. She also wears a sports bag because part of the interview is showing her physical abilities. Vanessa is in agony. She check the navigation in her smartphone and then even phones the company and asks how to get there. It's pretty obvious she has to find bathroom really quickly but it's not her lucky day today. When she finally arrives at the door and searches for the bell she pisses her pants. She collapses on the stairs and starts crying.

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  23. Should I Tell My Best Friend?

    So I’m currently a sophomore in college. Throughout the last few weeks, I’ve been dealing with a small(ish) bedwetting issue. The last time I wet my bed consistently was halfway through junior year of high school. Now, like most people on this site, I enjoy a good wetting. WHEN I’M IN CONTROL. But the subconscious loss of control is kinda freaking me out a little, and with each day (and each incident), I feel really shitty when I wake up wet again. I am dorming, and I’m afraid I’m ruining the mattress. I’m terrified of my roommate finding out (we’re not THAT close yet), and I don’t know how to sneak in a water mattress. I actually don’t know how that works at all. Never used it cuz I always kept my bedwetting a secret from my mom (due to a mixture of embarrassment and not wanting to pile on to her pressure of being a single mom with 4 kids). So I guess I just want someone to confide in about this stuff. Should I tell my closest friend in the world? I’m a guy, and she’s a girl. She’s pretty much family to me. We live in different states now, so any confiding in her would be over the phone, be it call or text. I want to talk to her about stuff, but I’m afraid of how she’ll react. Also, if I did tell her, would it be awkward the next time I see her in person? Would it even come up? Or would it like, change her perception of me?
  24. View File Vanessa - Missed her job interview It's Vanessa's big day today, she has to go through a job interview today and hopes to get her dream job. But she has two problems. First of all she needs to pee and the pressure in her bladder is rising. Second, she can't find the address of the company. She also wears a sports bag because part of the interview is showing her physical abilities. Vanessa is in agony. She check the navigation in her smartphone and then even phones the company and asks how to get there. It's pretty obvious she has to find bathroom really quickly but it's not her lucky day today. When she finally arrives at the door and searches for the bell she pisses her pants. She collapses on the stairs and starts crying. Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/16/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
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    Vanessa has had incredibly bad luck since her fall while skiing in the Alps. Her knee still hurts and for the very first time in her life she has to wear a brace. Vanessa leaves the hospital and reads the medical report on the bench. She needed to pee already during the examination but the young doctor was so hot and she was ashamed to ask him. Now she's getting anxious and what's worse, she can't walk quickly with the brace on. She's almost crying but wants to be brave and staggers to a nearby tree. Unfortunately some people are walking by so she quickly moves to another hidden spot - in a bush. Unfortunately the brace does not allow her to squat down or even take down her trousers completely. This simply can't have a happy ending! Watch her strong pee stream in this video.

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