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  1. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 24

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    Here is the last of the three pages I was working on! I hope this larger update made for the long gap between pages 21 and 22! (The next pages should, if all goes well, come out at relatively the same speed they were before the hiccup!) --- Anyway, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  2. I wet my jeans in park. Wonderful experience! https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d61bb699ff56
  3. Here4theFun

    Tied up

    From the album: Digital art

    Just wanted to draw a bit of bondage and omo.
  4. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 013

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    What better way for three roommates to spend their first night in their new apartment than by having a good, old-fashioned holding contest? $100 for whoever holds it the longest! Of course after insisting that she'd wipe the floor with them, Shelley was made to drink an extra bottle... or two. She figured she was a bit heavier than her friends, so surely she'd have a bigger bladder... right? Well, now that it feels like a boiling watermelon is teetering on the other side of her pee-hole, she's not so sure. Too bad her friends won't just shut up and let her think about anything else! This is the request I did for @Lapiiss!
  5. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 018

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here is the request I did for @AkenoSama, featuring their OC!

    © AkenoSama (Character & Concept)

  6. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 23

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    Next page is done! The third page I've been working on is a little further from completion than this one was, but I still have more done for it than I usually would at this point. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  7. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 22

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    The next page of Off-Limits! This is the first of three that I've been working on. I decided to upload this now so that you guys wouldn't have to keep waiting since it's been... like, a month and a half! (I have been spending all of my Omo-related time on this, so that may explain why I've been so quiet lately!) Anyway, the next pages should be ready soon. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
  8. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
  9. I find myself dreaming up some really, REALLY raunchy erotic fantasies involving toilet play, and so I decided to start writing them here. I'm not sure if these are 'stories' per se, but I think this is a good place to put them- and I encourage others to post their fantasies in this thread as well, regardless of their skill at writing. I'm going to use a lot of varying elements across different fantasies, as well as changing possibly the style or tense of writing. Who *I* am in these stories may also change- I might choose to write myself as a woman in one story, and a man in a different one- although I do typically prefer female wetting and messing. Some of these fantasies might get a little extreme, and I may not always stick to realism- after all, it is a FANTASY, so it can be whatever I want it to be. This first story will be written in a present tense, with I (as a female) and You (As a male) being large parts of it. ~~~ I am your dominatrix. There are few things that I enjoy more than punishing you, watching you squirm, whimper, and cry when you lose bladder control in front of me and piss yourself. My favorite thing to do to you, is have holding contests. I train my bladder, body, and mind frequently, and you have yet to last longer than me. When you lose, sitting humiliated in a puddle of your own urine, I laugh, take off my pants, and urinate on you, every time. Because of my training, I tend to hold myself off as long as I possibly can- in both my bladder, and my bowels. We do not have a session planned today, so I am unprepared for you when I head to the toilet. Despite being your Dominatrix with an iron bladder, you are larger than me- and so when you grab me just before I got to the door, you restrain me in a pair of handcuffs before I can realize what is happening. You push me down, onto my knees, and use a second pair of handcuffs to cuff me to the radiator- I can't move, and I can't even stand up fully. I protest furiously, rage and threaten you with future punishments, but you do not care. I can feel my desperate need growing much stronger- because I was training my bladder, I am practically at the brink. You unzip your jeans, and pull out your cock, already fully erect. Before I can say another word, you force your cock into my mouth, gagging me. You start to fuck my mouth, and there is nothing I can do about it, except to suck. You tell me that if I can make you come, you might let me go. But my panties are already damp. I peed in them a little when you surprised me- now, as I suck your cock the best that I can, a few more spurts dampen the groin of my tight blue jeans. There is slight foam around my mouth from the roughness that you are forcing your cock down my throat with- I cannot speak or protest, I can only whimper and cry, a few tears running down my cheeks. However, the pleasure I am feeling is immense- I'm burning between the legs, I wish I could rub myself. I can't stop squirming, rubbing my thighs together desperately. The heat grows warmer, and radiates across my lap. I realize that I have lost bladder control. I am fully pissing my pants. Hot glistening wet streaks run all over the front of my thighs, down to my knees. I feel beyond humiliated- I am fully crying now, and my mascara is streaking down my cheeks. "You dirty little slut, are you wetting yourself?" You ask me. I nod my head slightly. I admit it, it is the only thought in my mind- 'I am wetting myself, I am peeing my pants like a little pathetic girl. I'm losing control.' I feel a slight weight tugging on the waistband of my panties. I did not notice it at first, I was too shocked that I was having an accident. The weight grows heavier, and my bottom feels warm. With a shudder, I decide to just push- I cannot stop myself. I piss harder, full force- my jeans are totally soaked now, still glistening as I pee, a puddle growing between my knees- and the seat of my jeans is tenting out, bulging bigger and bigger. 'I'm soiling myself,' I think to myself. I'm trembling furiously with humiliation, but also pleasure. I cannot believe how good this feels. I cannot believe how turned on I am. I let go of any pretense of control, and completely shit my pants. The feeling of relief is immeasurable, to be emptying myself like this. 'I used... my pants... as my toilet,' I say to myself in my head again, obsessed with the act of it. 'I wet and shit my pants.' I have an orgasm, and so do you- I swallow your come willingly. You undo your belt, and uncuff me from the radiator, my hands still cuffed behind my back. You lead me to a chair, and put me across your lap- and start to whip my bottom with your belt. I'm crying, wailing at the pain like a little girl, so you take your ball gag from the drawer- the one I always used on you- and silence me with it. The ball gag does not come out for the entire rest of the day. When you let me up, you decide to punish me further. You take a padlock, tighten my belt, and lock it shut, keeping the key to yourself. I cannot take off these ruined pants. You tell me I will be wearing them for the rest of the day- another six hours, with panties bulging and sagging with my mess. You tell me these pants are now my toilet. Throughout the evening, you only ever take out my ball gag to make me drink, and allow me to eat once. You are making me drink so much, I wet my pants every thirty minutes. You force me to stand up when I do it, so that I fully soak my jeans, all the way down to the cuff, all the way down into my socks. You rub my groin whenever I wet myself, and I climax three times that day. Each time I wet, it becomes easier. Eventually, I no longer struggle, no longer attempt to hold it in- I simply stand up and release my bladder into my panties willingly. An hour before the end of the day, when I can finally clean up, I am squirming on the spot, and looking at you desperately. You tell me to just go to the bathroom on myself, like I've done all day. I turn around, cheeks red, and you see the bulge in the seat of my pants growing larger. I'm soiling myself again. You give me a spanking for it, mocking and degrading me for messing my pants twice in one day. Eventually, you allow me to clean up, wash myself in the shower, and throw away my jeans. But you demand I keep the panties. They are so stained and discolored, whenever I see them, I will remember how I filled them, forced to sit in it for hours. When I get out of the shower, you ravish me. We have sex multiple times, for three hours- you use each of my holes however you desire. During our sex, I climax three times yet again. In the middle of it, my bladder fills again- you force me to put on my favorite pair of red corduroy pants, and wet myself in them. When we finally go to bed, you demand I wear a diaper. You tie me up, so totally and completely that I could not even roll out of bed to escape you. By the next morning, the session is over. We are having a normal morning. During our morning, I forget that I am allowed to use the bathroom now, and start to wet myself. I don't even think about it- I only think about the flushing hot feeling spreading down the back of my thighs. You come over to me and kiss my neck. "Are you pissing yourself, you dirty girl?" You ask. I turn around, noticing what I am doing, and after a thought, I stand on the tips of my toes, to kiss you while I pee. "Yes, Master," I tell you with a smile, and start to shit my pants.
  10. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  11. This was a request from KarenGranger, which I tried to get done in exactly one month, but I've now barely missed (in my time zone). Bummer Thanks for reading! *** “TJ, move that sawhorse over here.” “Yes, sir.” TJ Masters easily hoisted the frame – you never drag it – and set it where his dad had indicated. Tony Masters was an extremely diligent builder and craftsman; it was why he was one of the most sought-after contractors in their town. More specifically, by the type of people on the east side of town who could afford to add extra wings to their already-enormous houses. TJ had been working for his father for as long as he could remember – stirring paint and washing paintbrushes as a child, sorting tools and accessories in elementary school, and now, joining his dad at work sites, a position he’d earned by precision, hard work, and virtually never making mistakes. Needless to say, TJ and Tony didn’t live in the same neighborhood as the people they worked for. Tony kept his margins low, but he almost always only worked one job at a time, so, despite his wealthy clientele, he wasn’t exactly pulling in seven figures himself. So one of the most important rules on worksites for TJ was to keep his mouth shut. He was there as a worker; he kept his head down, completed the list of tasks for the day, cleaned up after himself, and left, taking care not leave any boot prints on the property. TJ didn’t really mind. He liked the work, and he wasn’t much of an extrovert, anyway, so when they did end up working at one of his classmate’s houses, it was neither awkward nor distracting. Until today. TJ never knew where they’d be going when they started a new job; he never needed to. He’d just get in the truck with his dad and start work when they got to the house. Today, they pulled onto the grounds of a newer house on the edge of town. Tony parked the car around back and explained that they’d be renovating the pool house. TJ hopped out and started unloading the truck, barely paying attention to the giant house or its inhabitants. On his third and final trip out to the truck, TJ caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and before he could stop himself, he looked. And nearly dropped the armful of lumber he was carrying. Strolling out of the back door was Robbie diSantos. Robbie – TJ didn’t even know what his full name was – had just started at TJ’s high school at the beginning of their senior year a couple of weeks ago, and TJ had been instantly smitten. TJ didn’t exactly have an expansive vocabulary, but even if he did, the first word he would use to describe Robbie was cool. Robbie just made everything look so effortless. The clothes he wore were cooler than anything TJ owned, but not in a pretentious way. His hair fell perfectly, but it didn’t even look like he used any product. He was the kind of person who seemed like he didn’t care about any of the everyday drama of high school, and he was all the more impressive for it. Robbie was carrying a book and a glass of something. He settled himself into a pool chair and slipped in his earbuds, apparently not even noticing the Masters. “TJ! Grab that band saw!” TJ blinked and stumbled into motion, ashamed of his juvenile, doe-eyed daze. He doubled back to pick up the band saw and ducked into the pool house, forcing himself to avoid the windows, so as not to keep peeking out toward the pool chairs. So now, TJ had spent the past 3 hours measuring, sanding, and cutting lumber. He’d been working long enough that his dad now trusted him with entire projects, rather than giving one instruction at a time. In this case. He was adding a wall the pool house to partition off a small closet, which he would then fill with shelves. It was simple work, but required precision, and TJ knew that Tony expected the closet to be finished by the end of the day. Focusing on the work helped TJ keep his mind off Robbie for the most part. But every so often, when he turned the saw off or moved newly cut two-by-fours from the table, he’d find himself glancing out the window, semi-consciously hoping to catch a glimpse of his classmate. As noon approached, Tony signaled to TJ that it was time for a break. TJ finished his current task, took of his noise-cancelling headphones, and grabbed a sandwich and bottle of water from the cooler. “Grable’s called, and our stone shipment came in earlier than expected,” Tony said without preamble, between bites of sandwich. “I’m gonna head over there and pick out what we need for the walkway and patio.” “Yes, sir,” TJ replied, already knowing what the next orders would be. “By the time I get to Grable’s, look over the product, load it, I won’t have time to get back here and do anything -” The quarry was an hour and a half away “- so Roy’s on his way to get me. I’ll take the trailer to Grable’s and leave the truck here with you. You finish the closet, clean up, and meet me back at home.” “Yes, sir.” TJ nodded. On one hand, he was oddly honored that his dad trusted him enough to leave him alone at a job site on the first day. On the other hand, did his dad have to abandon him at this particular job? Not that TJ would ever argue with his dad at work. They were there to be efficient and professional, not to engage in family spats. So TJ simply finished his lunch, brushed off his jeans, and went back to work. Tony passed over the keys to the truck before he left, but otherwise, didn’t offer any further instructions. TJ kept working, keeping his headphones on to protect from the noise of the saw. The work and the blazing sun outside warmed the unfinished pool house. Barely even thinking, TJ grabbed another water bottle from the cooler and downed it in between cuts. He’d been working for about another hour – the frame of the wall was in place, now he just had to hang the drywall and shelves – when he felt the first signals of fullness from his bladder. It was just enough to make him aware, but not enough to make him worry. The drywall and the shelves wouldn’t take long. He t grabbed the drywall sheets propped against the wall, then nearly dropped them when he turned back to the table. “Hey.” Robbie stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of Powerade. He looked completely unperturbed, as usual, and TJ scrambled to match Robbie’s level of aloofness. He set down the drywall and pulled down his headphones. “Hey,” he replied, praying his voice wasn’t shaking as much as it felt like it was, “what can I do for you?” The corner of Robbie’s mouth quirked up. “Besides the literal work that you’re already doing?” he teased. “Nah, man, I just know how hot it is out here, so I thought I’d bring you some electrolytes.” “Oh!” Instead of gratitude, TJ only felt stupid for not realizing that the drink was meant for him. “Thanks. Thanks, man. That was really nice.” Robbie grinned, keeping eye contact long enough to make TJ’s stomach flutter as he handed over the chilled bottle. “Just shout if you want more. It’s nasty out today.” Compelled by both a desire to show gratitude and a genuine need for more hydration, TJ had already unscrewed the cap and was taking a gulp. He swallowed quickly and attempted a smile, knowing full well he’d never take Robbie up on his offer. TJ downed the entire Powerade before he even knew it. The near-icy drink felt amazing on the hot day, and drinking it so quickly prevented TJ from relishing the fact that Robbie had technically given him a gift. Mostly. The sugar from the drink provided a nice burst of energy while TJ hung the drywall. It was simple work, but time-consuming, as TJ carefully made sure that all the corners aligned perfectly. Safety first, his dad always said, emphasizing quality construction, but aesthetics are a close second. Reaching up to secure the top of the wall, TJ felt an urge from his bladder. He grunted involuntarily and pressed his thighs together. Stupid! he mentally chastised himself. He knew the rules – you don’t leave before the work is done, no matter what. Drinking the extra water bottle and the Powerade had been a terrible decision. TJ grimaced as he stood in front of the closet, quickly assessing how much work he had left to do. The drywall was finished, so he just had to cut and hang the shelves inside. He had all the specs, and since all the shelves were identical, he wouldn’t have to worry about setting up different measurements. “Hey!” The greeting from the window (well, the hole in the wall where the new window would soon be installed) was overly loud, considering TJ didn’t actually have his headphones on at the second. He jumped, then awkwardly tried to disguise the movement by turning to find Robbie smiling at him. “How’s it going?” Robbie asked casually. He looked around at the alterations to the room. “It looks good!” TJ smiled shyly, but only for a second. Sensations from his bladder nagged him, and he hoped his face wasn’t too noticeably red. Well, beyond the existing redness from the heat and the work. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I should be done in about an hour, so you won’t have to deal with the noise too much longer.” “Take your time.” Robbie winked, and this time, TJ was sure his blush was visible. Robbie had walked away, but TJ’s face heated up even more as dozens of thoughts careened around his head – Robbie was flirting with him, he must look like a mess, he had to pee, but he couldn’t until he finished the job… Clenching his jaw, TJ returned to the work table. His nerves were firing overtime, which was not helping his current situation. Just finish the job. Snatching the pressboard with far more force than necessary, TJ mentally scolded himself. He couldn’t let his own poor choices impact the quality of his work – his dad’s work. TJ took a deep breath and clenched his abdominal muscles. Not trusting himself with the band saw just yet, he decided to hang the brackets in the closet. That way, as soon as he had the shelves cut, he could place them, clean up, and leave. Measuring, even though he knew exactly where the studs are, TJ braced himself before each precise shot of the nail gun. The power of the tool still jarred his entire body, but he managed to hang all the brackets without losing control. Allowing himself a brief smile, TJ returned to the saw. All he had to do was cut the pressboard and place the shelves, and he was done! (And clean up, but he wasn’t planning on that taking that long) TJ grabbed the first board, measured, marked, then measured again. He continued the process until the shape of all 4 shelves was precisely delineated. He took a deep breath, positioned his safety goggles, and turned on the band saw. And immediately turned it off again. TJ let out a low groan and bent forward. The vibrations from the saw had caught him off guard, and he’d lost a quick, hot leak. He had to stop and cross his legs to help control the pressure, and he reflexively glanced toward the window to make sure Robbie wasn’t watching. He wasn’t, not that it made TJ feel much better. The immediacy of the desperation passed after a few moments, but TJ felt his heart beating in his throat. He stared plaintively at the saw, as if begging it to go easy on him. Taking a deep breath, TJ straightened up slowly. He squeezed his thighs tightly together, then grabbed the first piece of pressboard and turned on the saw. TJ clenched his jaw so tightly, he thought he might crack a tooth. He could practically feel the liquid vibrating in his overfilled bladder, but he kept his focus trained on the saw, never wavering in the straight lines he was cutting. Unconsciously holding his breath, TJ finished the last cut, ending up with 4 perfectly identical shelves. He gratefully turned off the saw, but the sudden cease in vibrations shocked him into leaking again. The teen whined softly and shoved his hand between his legs. He couldn’t even think about the actual process of getting to a bathroom; he just had to finish this job without making a mess. And without Robbie seeing. TJ pressed tightly through his jeans, his breath hitching. He really shouldn’t have drunk that Powerade. The thought of the Powerade made TJ look sharply over at the window. Thankfully, Robbie was still nowhere in sight. TJ knew he didn’t have much time, so he gave his crotch another squeeze, then stood up and grabbed the stacked boards. He slid the top shelf in, careful not the scratch the wall. The second and third shelves were placed easily enough, but TJ was tall enough that the last shelf required him to bend down. He did. But then he couldn’t get back up. Even the slight bend necessary to help his long arms reach the bottom brackets put too much pressure on TJ’s bladder, and he felt another forceful leak soak into his underwear. He shakily placed the last shelf, then shoved both of his hands between his legs, clenching as tightly as he could. His jeans were awkwardly bunched in his hands, and he didn’t have as comforting of a grip as he wanted, but he couldn’t let go. Tears sprung in TJ’s eyes. He tried to force himself to think of the work he still had to do, but any task-related thoughts were immediately crowded out by the simple biological fact that he couldn’t do anything else right now. He just had to pee. His only remaining clear thought was that he couldn’t have an accident in the pool house. Half-blind with desperation and tears, TJ stumbled out the side door, hands between his legs, and around the side of the building. He barely made it around the corner before he totally lost control. TJ whimpered as he started to actually wet himself, urine pouring over his hands and down both his thighs. His jeans darkened rapidly, and he could hear the splattering of his accident on the dirt below. TJ fought to catch his breath. The relief was spectacular, but not nearly as overwhelming as the shame. He couldn’t…he didn’t… Pressing his lips together, TJ tried to force himself to stay quiet. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried, but his current cycle of humiliation and self-contempt was forcing sobs against the back of his throat. Seconds or minutes or hours later, he was finally empty. Shaking, TJ stood up straight and wiped his hands against the remaining dry material on the back of his jeans. He sniffled and dragged the back of his hand under his nose, but made no move to return inside. Chest heaving, TJ tried to string together a plan. He still had to clean up inside, but if he did that quickly, then drove right home, he could still make it before his dad got there, and- “Hey!” TJ’s heart stopped. No no no… “I wanted to see if y-“ TJ was facing away, so he didn’t yet see Robbie’s face, but it was pretty obvious what had happened. The sobs he’d been holding back seemed to intensify, ripping at his voice box. “Hey,” Robbie repeated, his voice impossibly gentle, “Are you…can I…” TJ desperately wanted to respond, to somehow assure Robbie that it was fine and that he’d just finish cleaning and be on his way, but he couldn’t open his mouth without crying. Instead, he tried to breathe deeply, calming himself enough to do literally anything other than just stand there silently in piss-soaked jeans. Still out of TJ’s line of vision, Robbie inhaled audibly. “I’ll leave if you want me to, man, but can you just tell me if you need help? Like, do you need me to get anyone? Call anyone?” Grateful for the yes-or-no question, TJ shook his head. Robbie’s gentle, non-judgmental offer was calming, and TJ was able to breathe more easily. After another few silent seconds, he was able to speak. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice low and scratchy. “The closet is finished, so I’ll just clean up inside, and then we’ll be back tomorrow to-“ “Are you kidding me?!” Robbie sounded so affronted that TJ finally looked up. Sure enough, Robbie looked utterly baffled by what TJ though was a pretty simple statement. “You…” Robbie was all but sputtering, and TJ couldn’t figure out what had him so worked up. “You don’t have to do anything else! Just…why would you think you have to keep working??” TJ frowned slightly. “I haven’t cleaned up yet. I haven’t finished. I have to finish the job for today.” Robbie glanced down at TJ’s dark, sopping jeans, and TJ felt his entire face heat up. “TJ, it’s…it’s fine, man,” Robbie insisted. “You’re coming back tomorrow, just leave it.” TJ shook his head and looked down again. “My dad…” He stopped, not wanting to make it sound like his dad was overly demanding. He wasn’t, it was just… “I have a job to do.” TJ glanced back up to see some of the indignity melt off of Robbie’s face. “You do you, man,” Robbie said, sounding a bit sad. “I know you and your dad do great work, and I don’t want to make it seem like I’m telling you how to do your job. But seriously –“ Robbie stared at TJ earnestly, and TJ had to look away, still intensely aware that he was standing in a puddle of his own urine. “- the bathroom is just off to the right through the back sliding door. I’m sorry no one told you where it was before.” TJ was already shaking his head before Robbie finished, leaving the other teen bewildered. “Oh, no,” TJ murmured. “We don’t use client bathrooms. We don’t enter any space unless we’re working in it.” He said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like he was explaining the First Amendment to someone who had never heard of the United States. Robbie’s eyes darkened, and TJ nearly recoiled from this unexpected show of emotion. Robbie was so chill, so relaxed – what had TJ done wrong? “What kind of classist, regressive, The Help bullshit is that?” Robbie spat. “Did you…did someone tell you that? Like, is it literally a rule around here?” “We…” Now TJ really felt awful. He’d wet his pants like a child, he still hadn’t finished his tasks for today, and now, he’d somehow made the coolest, most attractive boy in the whole school mad at him. “We just…my dad always said that we don’t want to track in dirt or dust or anything. We want to respect the clients’ homes. It’s…we don’t want to…” TJ’s face flamed again as he trailed off and stared back at the ground. The rest of the rule was “We don’t want to make any unnecessary mess,” but TJ had clearly broken that statute. Robbie sighed, his feature softening again. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to yell.” TJ glanced up and found Robbie looking at him sincerely. “You and your dad can work however you want,” Robbie swore, “but I…I promise, my family and I, we don’t care about dirt or shit like that. And definitely not over…over your well-being.” TJ averted his eyes, blinking rapidly. “I…” Robbie’s voice was softer than ever. “I just wanted you to know that.” Eyes shining, TJ dared to lift his gaze, but didn’t say anything. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” TJ shook his head and managed a weak smile. “Like I said, I’ll just clean up inside. We’ll be back tomorrow to work on the walkway and patio.” Robbie smiled, gently, encouragingly. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He inhaled, as if he was going to say something else, but then just ducked his head and turned away. TJ let out a long breath. His mind was already moving ahead to the clean-up job, the drive home, and the long shower he was going to take. But somehow, the horror of the afternoon wasn’t quite as suffocating as it had been ten minutes ago. He whispered, even though Robbie had already walked away. “See you tomorrow.”
  12. yeshhh

    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.
  13. As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
  14. Maniack

    Tomboy wetting

    Had to wade deep within sadpanda to find this. Great stuff. Only source i found was unfortunately deleted.
  15. View File Kenzie and Dylann Desperation Peeing Kenzie and Dylann are pranked to go pee by a masked intruder. Turns out he was just a friend playing a prank. Through their desperation he has a little fun with these two hotties. Submitter melikai Submitted 09/29/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
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    Kenzie and Dylann are pranked to go pee by a masked intruder. Turns out he was just a friend playing a prank. Through their desperation he has a little fun with these two hotties.

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    Hi everyone I bring you a new video, hope you like it as much as me. This video its from a unknown hentai anime, I cut the sex scenes. DESCRIPTION: A girl is desperate to pee on the Street, her sadic boyfriend (I supouse he is her boyfriend) forces her to enter to the men toilet, she tries to looks like a man hopping nobody notice she is not, but inside of the bathroom there is a drunk man who doesn´t stop to try to iniciate a conversation with the dude next to him (he thinks she is a guy), she is so desperate and getting nervious because the man doesn´t stop watching her until she can´t hold it anymore, she was trying to pee like a man and that makes she start dripping in her jeans until she wets splashing and peeing all around the floor. CAUTION: This video contains some censored nudity (female and male) but I think its still inside of the rules parameter. Hope you enjoy it

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  18. Hi guys! I’m back with another desperation and wetting story. This one happened quite recently about a week or so ago, so let’s jump into it! First of all I would like to apologize for my lack of content over the past few months, I’m a university student now and this period is really hectic with lots of things to do, my schedule is filled everyday and I have no time for omorashi. However the things I need to do are getting lesser day by day so hopefully I can find myself more time to indulge in omo and share my experiences with you guys. This happened a week ago. My schedule was really packed that day with lectures in the morning and afternoon. I woke up in the morning with a relatively full bladder; my roommate was done using the bathroom and I went in to relieve myself of a whole night’s worth of pee. After that I got dressed with black panties and black leggings, as well as a skirt on top of that all. I put on a bra and a matching shirt and proceeded to pack the stuff I need to get through the day. I packed my large bottle as well so I could get through the day while staying hydrated. Short description paragraph for those of you that may have forgotten my image: I’m 19 years of age, standing in at a petite height of 5’2 and weighing about 100 pounds (I really need to eat more). My bladder size is smaller than average so I fill up faster than most people. Blessing in disguise I guess? Back to the story. I had lessons all the way until 12pm, followed by a short lunch break of 30 minutes and another 2 and a half hour lecture. For unknown reasons I was really thirsty that morning and finished my whole bottle of water even before lunch break, which is about 50 oz. I got through the morning without much needing to pee despite that. By the time it was lunch break my need was only at a 3/10, nothing significant enough to worry about. The queue to get food was longer than usual, meaning I had no spare time to rest, let alone visit the bathroom and pee. I finished my food and drink in 10 minutes, then I refilled my 50 oz bottle in the cafe for the afternoon. It was already 5 minutes before the start of the lecture and I certainly did not want to be late. My friend bought me starbucks which I happily accepted, and went in the lecture hall. My need at that point was only a 3.5 or 4 out of 10 so peeing was not on my mind. In hindsight I had a lot of liquids in my system already. There was 50 oz from my bottle, around 10 more from the drinks I had during lunch, and 16 more in the starbucks. Although I did not feel it yet, they were certainly going to make themselves known by me. My small bladder is about to get punished harshly About an hour into the lecture I was starting to get bored, when my needs got more prominent. The need to pee at that point was at a 5 and I was starting to notice the effects of so much liquids that I consumed prior to that. I thought it was no big deal at that point as I could definitely hold it through the whole 2 hours, I have been in a similar situation of feeling the need to pee just after the lesson started. I put no thought to it and continued listening to the professor. An hour and a half into it and I was really starting to feel the effect of my bladder. My need has increased to a solid 6 and I was seriously doubting if I could make it out of the lecture comfortably. At this point I was being very optimistic to make it to the bathroom after the lecture with dry panties. I was certainly not planning on doing a hold that day but I got careless and ended up like this. I think my bladder was out of shape from a few months of not holding, so with the lack of practice naturally it can’t hold that much. I was starting to get fidgety in my seat from the need so I crossed my right leg over my left and pressed my thighs together in an attempt to subdue the urge. With half an hour to go my need has increased substantially to a 7.5, occasionally spiking to an 8. I was getting very fidgety and squirmy in my seat as I try to hold back the fluids in me from leaking out. My movements that point to hold it in was more frequent, squirming back and forth in my seat, crossing and uncrossing legs, bouncing knees and trying to grab my pee hole from my butt so it’s not that obvious. My friend sitting next to me who knows about my fetish noticed and asked me “Hey Kayla what’s wrong? You look like you are shaking all over” “Oh nothing’s wrong I’m just.. I’m just a little cold” I stuttered a reply while trying not to give away my need of the bathroom. “Do you need to pee?” She asked, having seen my tell-tale signs of desperation too often. I told her maybe just a little quietly and she gave me a naughty look, asking me to hold on. The lecture was finally over, but my need has further increased to a 9/10. After hearing that we are dismissed I was overjoyed that I can make a mad dash to the bathroom in my room; relief was near and I can avoid an embarrassing accident. I stood up after packing my stuff into my bag, which caused my bladder to contract. That movement released some pee into my panties, which I instinctively crossed my legs tightly and jammed a hand into my crotch to hold it in for a little longer, simultaneously dropping back into the seat to remain discreet. My friend gave me a weird look as she wished me good luck holding it back to my room. I began the walk back to my room where the bathroom was(my room had a bathroom which I shared with my roommate), peeing was my top priority now as I wanted to avoid an embarrassing accident. Fortunately for me my room was quite close to the lecture hall. I walked towards it with a full bladder while pausing occasionally to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together, to avoid losing control. I made it to the room without leaks except that first one which made my panties damp, and was surprised to see the door unlocked. My roommate was in the room for some reason unknown to me at that point, my need has increased to a straight 10 as relief was so near. I threw my stuff on the floor and dashed to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. I was horrified as I found myself locked out of relief. With legs crossed, a hand in crotch and bent over from desperation, I called out “Hey Daniella are you in there” while frantically trying to push the door open. My roommate told me she’s having a stomachache. “Please Daniella could you hurry up I’m literally about to piss myself here” I replied while pee dancing on the spot. My bladder opened up again as another leak came, this time bigger than the previous. I stuffed both hands into my crotch, grabbing my pee hole to stop the flow, but the wet spot was bigger. Lifting up my skirt to examine it I found the wet spot to be as big as a tennis ball on my leggings between my legs. After that my roommate told me to look for another bathroom if I was that desperate as she was going to need a while. With no choice I went on to look for another bathroom to pee. My bladder was absolutely screaming for me to empty her now, and leaked again. I felt my fingers in my crotch dampen as I squeezed my muscles back harder. I really could not hold it anymore and had to pee as soon as possible. I had to walk in such a way that there was constant pressure on my pee hole, so my need could be reduced ever so slightly. The downside is that I had to walk slower, and it looked like a waddle which would be embarrassing when people saw me. Finally I got to the next bathroom on campus, but was horrified to see a long line of about 10 girls! I was certain I could not hold that long so I had to look for another bathroom on level 2. As I was climbing the stairs I leaked again, and again, and again despite that hand on my pee hole. I leaked so much that the wet spot extended way past my butt and was starting to show up on the front, lucky for me I had the skirt to cover up a portion of it. I finally got to the bathroom but there were still 3 girls in line! Having no choice I joined the queue while pee dancing on the spot, with tightly crossed legs and bouncing around. The next leak told me I could not hold it anymore. All of my pride thrown aside, I walked up to the girl next in line, with a hand in my crotch I said “Please sorry I’m about to piss myself I can’t hold it anymore may I please please go in front of you” while turning bright red. She stared at me awkwardly but eventually agreed. My need increased tenfold, with relief being so near, but finally it happened. I heard a flushing sound and that was my bladder’s cue for relief. No matter what I did, the pee contained inside came gushing out. It was not a leak, not a dribble, but a total loss of control. I was peeing myself, standing next in line, the piss inside me came out full force with a hissing sound. It streamed down my leggings front and back, soaking my shoes and pooling around my legs. The girl in the bathroom came out, along with the 3 girls behind me in the queue, and watched me while I wet myself. I was humiliated but the relief felt amazing. After that I apologized profusely and went back to my room to have a shower and a change of pants and got along with my day. My roommate Daniella stared at my glistening wet pants and was quite compassionate about it, she helped me wash up. My friend saw a change of pants and assumed something too So that was my story! In the future I will have more time so hopefully I can spend more time doing holds. Stay tuned! Kayla
  19. Author’s note: This story is meant to be like Zootopia 2 Many years has passed and the city of Zootopia is become a city with a rising impact of crime, just like Gotham City and it’s worsening everyday. The ZPD have been recruiting new policemen or policewoman to aid in this increasing cause and in this conflict Judy Hopps and partner Nick Wilde have fallen in love with each other and now Nick is her boyfriend. In aiding with the problem she almost got shot by one of the gangsters Nick and her were trying to find, but her partner killed the gangster before he could shoot her and this led them to their relationship. The couple have been sleeping in Judy’s appartment, they are having fun sleeping together and they mostly spend time having a sexual intercorse. Sunday, March 17 2019: After a wild night of Judy enjoying having sex with her boyfriend Nick, Judy woke up to find how badly she needed to pee, she got up and raced to the bathroom, where she plonked her sexy ass on the toilet and moaned in her hot relief. She must’ve spent an hour or so because her stream was so big, she must’ve held it in for the whole night, but she was pee shy she doesn’t want others to know about her desperation, before this crime infested city business happened on a mission Judy actually had an accident because she didn’t tell Nick about it. She was done, she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. Judy went to put on her clothes, she placed a pink laced panty on with no bra and her police outfit. Not shortly after that Nick got dressed and they could eat breakfast. They had bacon and eggs with orange juice and Judy kinda went overboard with it and she probably would regret doing that, they grabbed their phones that were charging in the kitchen and the keys and went in the car. Judy then started it and on course for the ZPD HQ, they always enjoyed living together and their missions because they are together and Nick is thinking about the proper time for him to propose to her, he really connects with her than any other girl he’s seen. By that time the driver felt that she needed to pee and decided to hold it in until they get to the warehouse where this gang is and come to the police station to find the coordinates or whereabouts they are located in Zootopia. To Be Continued...
  20. Jailor Eckman

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    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    She can read minds... Sometimes... And not exactly when she wants to. See, she couldn't find a good way to explain exactly why or how she knew the other girls were into Omorashi... But they knew she was a psychic. What would the natural assumption be? She's a psychic peeping Tom (or Tina, in this case) of course! And what more fitting a punishment than hiding the key to the commode that stores all the chamber pots? She spent all day squirming, because for some reason, she couldn't get her stupid powers to help her find the key! (Maybe the other girls were enjoying the show a little too much to give it up!... ) Here's the request I did for @Ultima01, featuring their OC Zoë!
  21. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 19

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    Hey guys! I was super busy this week, so I haven't really been on much. The good news is that I got this page done and the pencils for the next one!