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Part 1 Princess Marion sighed, looking out the window of her family's private jet. The large river that made up the border of Corinthius and Treant could be seen barely down below. Marion, like many other princess, was being married off to a prince. Her prince was Prince Wilbur of Corinthius, and she had met him few times before now. He was a kind young man, and was very good looking. He had managed to charm Marion a couple times, and despite their few meetings they had become close through messages and video calls. As a gift to Marion before the wedding plans got into full swing, they offered to host her birthday ball, the one announcing she was coming of age. Her family had accepted the offer, and now they were on their way to the Corinthian palace. Marion had only been there once, and it was almost as beautiful as the Treantian one (or maybe she was biased.). "Marion? Marion!" Her mother's voice cut into her thoughts. "Were you listening?" Marion looked up. "Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?" "I said that we're going to be a little late, so we'll be taken to our rooms to quickly prepare for your birthday ball." She said. The queen smiled. "Oh, it was so kind of the Everson's to host your ball!" Marion nodded absentmindedly. In her abdomen, she felt a small twinge. Marion shrugged it off. When you're in a royal family, you have to have an iron bladder. She knew she'd be fine for a while. ~~~~~ When the plane landed, the king, queen, and heir of Corinthius were waiting. Prince Wilbur walked up to Marion and gave her a hug. "It's really great to see you again!" He said, smiling. A smile spread across Marion's face. "Yeah." Even though Marion and Wilbur were in an arranged marriage, it seemed they could make it work. Maybe even be actually in love. Wilbur was kind, and matched Marion's outwardly cold personality. Wilbur grabbed her hand and led her inside before she could say hello to the king and queen. She would just greet them later. "Mother and father said I could take you to your room." He ways saying, still bright and cheerful. "I heard that the ball is going to be a lot of fun!" "I wouldn't expect anything less from the king and queen of Corinthius." Marion replied. Wilbur slowed down a bit. "You're... okay with everything, right?" Marion raised a brow. "What do you mean?" "Like, the whole marriage thing. I know it'll be a little weird, but we're good friends, right? It should be okay?" Marion patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Wilbur. Maybe we can hang out in between wedding planning so that it'll feel more comfortable." Wilbur seemed more assured. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks, Mar." "Anytime." Marion felt another twinge in her bladder and bit back an annoyed sigh. It wasn't uncomfortable yet, but the constant reminder was annoying. Wilbur led Marion to a nice guest room, with white walls and a plush, white carpeted floor. The bedspread was a light yellow, and there was a pale teal canopy above the bed. It was a nice space, and had the Corinthian colors on it. Marion smiled as she saw a grand piano by the balcony entrance. Wilbur saw her smile and grinned. "Mother and father know you like playing the piano, so they had it moved in here before you came. It'll also be moved to our room after we get... uh, married." He smiled nervously. Marion felt her heart beat a little faster. The prince was cute when he was nervous... maybe she was falling in love already after all. There was a knock on the door, and then three young women came in. Wilbur waved at them. "Hello Lucielle, Mary, and Josephine." He turned back towards Marion. "Marion, these are your servants. They're very kind young ladies, and I know you all will get along well!" Marion smiled at the girls. "Hello." "Nice to meet you, your majesty." Josephine said, curtsying. The other two followed suite. "It's nice to meet you as well." Marion replied. Wilbur walked towards the door. "I'll leave you to it! See you tonight, Marion!" He smiled. She noticed Wilbur was very smiley today. It made Marion's heart flutter again. Lucielle looked at Marion. "I'll prepare your shower, and then we'll get you in your dress! It'll be a wonderful evening." Mary nodded, smiling. Marion wondered if she just wasn't too chatty... they would probably become close. ~~~~~ After Marion took a shower, the girls started preparing her for the ball. The dress she was wearing was a long, rose-red tulle dress with off the shoulder short sleeves. It was beautiful, and the red matched the color of her golden-brown eyes and dirty-blonde hair. Mary tied a white ribbon around the high waist of the dress, which pressed against Marion's bladder and returned her mind to her growing need. She hadn't peed for quite a while, and that combined with the water she had during the flight and while she was getting ready made her a tad bit uncomfortable. Still, she would need to be able to hold her composure for a while. After the girls were done, Marion walked down the hall and towards the grand door to the ballroom. Wilbur was waiting there, looking nervous. His suite matched the color of Marion's dressed, and they looked like a good pair together. His fluffy, dark brown hair was in his eyes, which made him look pretty cute. Marion noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. "You... you look amazing." He said. Marion smiled. "Likewise. Are you ready?" He took a deep breath. "Yep! Let's do this!" Marion held his hand as the doors open, and the two stepped out into the ballroom. The large crowd had already gathered, and they took in the future king and queen on Corinthius. Soon after the two entered, the ball started to become more fun, with food and drinks and a lot of talking. Marion and Wilbur stuck together most of the time, chatting with the guests. A few hours into the celebration, Marion suddenly felt a wave of desperation. She bit the inside of her cheek. I didn't know I had to go that badly! All the refreshments must've gone straight to my bladder... Marion looked over at Wilbur, waiting until they had a moment without anyone trying to chat with them. "Do you know when the party will be over?" Marion asked, keeping her voice down. Wilbur shrugged. "It'll probably be a while. Until eleven at least." Marion felt alarmed. Eleven?! It's only six o' clock! "Uh, Marion?" She snapped back into it. "Sorry, I zoned out... what did you say?" "I asked if you were okay." Wilbur said, looking a little concerned. Marion forced a smile. "I'm just a little peopled out already, heh." She lied. "I can try and get us away from the party for a bit." Wilbur offered. Marion shook her head. "No, it's fine. Besides, people would probably... er... talk if you know what I mean." Wilbur's face flushed a little. "Y-Yeah." Marion smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder again. He got flustered pretty easily! Marion fought back an irritated sigh as she felt another wave of desperation, that white ribbon tied tightly and pressing against her quickly filling bladder... To be continued

View File Wetting in her bikini in the bathroom A cute girl wetting her bikini in the bathroom. (Includes some nudity). Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/19/2023 Category Female  

Hi all! Have you ever had an accident waiting in line for the bathroom? I'm sure lots have... share your stories here!

Note: This story is heavily based on Lauren's Game by @Tinkletown and the images are taken from the game as well. Hope you all enjoy it. Prologue: Peggy was an 18 year old high school girl. She had a very simple lifestyle and her only focus was on her studies. She was an excellent student and was always the topper of the class. Because of her simplicity and nerdiness nobody wanted to be friends with her and would only talk to her for favors of completing their assignments. She only had one friend, Amanda. They both knew each others since 3rd grade. It was a normal day apart from the fact that the temperature was almost 38 degree Celsius. It was absolutely boiling out there. Everything was normal until 4th period. The 4th period was games period. As soon as the bell rang all of the students left their seats and started moving towards the gymnasium. The girls and boys went to their respective locker rooms for changing their clothes. After they had changed, they did a little warm-up and then started playing basketball. This continued for the next 45 minutes. Everybody was exhausted from the intense workout. Peggy was only able to score 4 points and her team lost by a margin of 14 points. She was very thirsty. Her thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. After changing she immediately went towards the water dispenser and drank a huge amount of liquid to quench her thirst. The bell had rung and the recess had started. She took her lunch box and went to the cafeteria along with Amanda. The duo sat at their favorite spot and started chatting. They both opened their lunch boxes. Peggy had brought her usual peanut-butter sandwich and Amanda had brought tacos. They started eating the food. Amanda offered Peggy a taco. Peggy took a bite of the taco. It was too hot for Peggy's liking. She somehow swallowed the bolus of the taco. Her mouth turned into a tomato. She started coughing badly. Amanda quickly gave her water bottle. She chugged a few sips but it was not working. After drinking almost half of the bottle she calmed down. The recess was finally over. Peggy and Amanda went back to their class. The class went on for like 20 minutes and Peggy was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt a tingle in her bladder. All that liquid that she drank earlier was starting to show its effect. The Story (narrated from the perspective of Peggy) It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture and every passing second on the clock seemed like an hour. I should have went to the toilet before the class, I thought to myself. I was in a terrible situation. I cannot use my hand to hold my crotch without getting the attention from the teacher miss Patrick. A little longer into the class it became almost impossible for me to hold my urges. I rose my hand and asked miss Patrick "Miss may I please use the restroom?" To which she responded "Peggy you know the rules, I am afraid that I cannot allow you the leave the class." I gave a whimper after hearing her statement. The pressure inside my bladder was becoming unbearable. I started squirming in my seat which was noticed by all of the students sitting near me. Soon the entire class started whispering about my situation. I was clenching as hard as I could just to avoid making a mess. The arms of the clock were moving like a snail. Eventually it became almost impossible to hold it in and I leaked a bit. I somehow with all my might was able to cut off the flow. Luckily the damage was not visible. I again raised my hand and asked with my cracking voice "Miss Patrick I really need to use the restroom, It is an emer......." Before I was able to complete my sentence another wave of desperation hit me and a spurt of pee escaped. This time I was literally helpless to cut off the flow of pee. The flood gates opened. My bladder literally bursted. My worst nightmare was becoming a reality in front of my eyes. I was peeing myself at the age of 18 like a toddler while the whole class stared at me. I peed for almost 20 seconds. A huge puddle was formed below my chair. I was brought to tears by my inability to hold my urine inside. I was weeping with my head down on the bench while my classmates watched my embarrassment. Some were in complete shock, some were laughing and some were gossiping about me. "This type of behavior is unacceptable in my class Peggy. Clean up your mess and go to the nurse's room immediately." Miss Patrick yelled at me. I somehow was able to clean up some amount of the puddle with my handkerchief. I was trembling badly. I was just not able to walk properly as I was in a state of shock. Amanda grabbed me and helped me clean up my puddle and she took me to the nurse's office. While walking through the corridor everyone was staring at my wet skirt and it was obvious that they knew that I had wet myself. Amanda still consoled in every way she could but I was not able to get myself together. When we reached the nurse's office, I was not able to speak for myself and explain my situation. Amanda explained the nurse about my accident. She was very sympathetic towards me and helped me take off my wet clothes and get changed into new ones. It was unfortunate that she didn't had a pair of underwear and the skirt which she gave me was a bit short. I felt almost exposed wearing that skirt but that was the best alternative. I returned back to the class with Amanda. My head was down in shame and I was not able to make eye contact with anyone. When I sat down, I was sure that people who were sitting behind me had a clear view of my bare bottom. I sat down on the chair which was still a little bit wet but I had no choice. It was uncomfortable to sit on that cold and wet chair. When the class was nearing its end I felt the same tingling sensation in my bladder. It looked like I had not completely urinated out the content. There was still some pee left within my bladder. I wanted to ask to use the toilet but I was not able to gather the courage to even raise my hand. It was inevitable that I would leak again. My only savior was the period bell. I began squirming in my chair again. I was only praying that somehow this nightmare would end and I could use the toilet. I guess that today was not my day. Everything that could go wrong was happening with me. I leaked again. I was able to cut off the flow again. Luckily my skirt was saved from the damage and the pee didn't hit the floor. The bell rang. I eagerly waited for the teacher to leave the class. As soon as she left, I quickly got up and made a wild dash towards the restroom. I leaked again in the classroom and with no panties to protect me this time, the pee directly fell on the floor. My classmates were able to make out that I was having an accident again. I didn't care to listen to any comments. My only priority was to reach the toilet without leaking any further. I was running in the corridor holding my crotch like a wild horse. I managed to enter the restroom without any further damage. I used the toilet and made sure that I released everything this time. I returned back to the class. Everyone was still gossiping about my accident and passing comments. In a single day I became the talk of the entire school. The entire day I didn't talked to anybody. When the final bell rang, I was not in the condition make eye contact with anybody, even with Amanda. When I got back home, I hugged my mom and again bursted into tears. She was shocked and confused about my sudden outburst. I explained her the whole scenario while weeping and sobbing. She consoled and made me calm down. For the next few days I didn't went to school and my mom also understood that I needed time to recover from this tragic accident. Amanda came home frequently to give me the notes and cheer me up. Finally I made up my mind to go to school. I was a bit scared to face my classmates. I was fearing that they would definitely pass mean comments about me. I went to the nurse's office to return the skirt which she gave to me. Then I slowly moved towards my classroom. Opposite to my expectations, everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Everything was going well until recess. I went outside with miss Jefferson to ask some doubts about the lectures that I had missed. When I returned to my seat I saw an adult diaper there. 'The Squad' was there laughing out loud. Their laugh almost felt satanic to me. 'The Squad' I think every school has a group of girls/bitches who think they own the place. My situation was hardly any different. 'The Squad' had 4 members 1. Emily: The richest girl in class 2. Charlotte: The hottest girl in class 3. Ava: School basketball team captain 4. Sophia: The Head cheerleader These bitches can make anyone's life a living hell. Seeing the diaper on my seat, tears were brought to my eyes. I literally felt disgusted for existing. I ran away from the class with my watery eyes choking on my sobs. "Peggy! wait" Amanda tried to stop me but I was too carried away by my emotions. I ignored her call and ran away into the parking lobby where nobody was there at that point of time. I sat on a bench nearby and started crying out loud. TO BE CONTINUED So that wraps up Part 1 of the story. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to share your views about the story and suggestions to help me improve. I am open to constructive criticism. Thank you

Part One Reese got home from work one day with a very full bladder. She’d been jiggling for over half the drive home. She kicked off her shoes and headed for the toilet. “Reese?” her roommate Ava called from the bathroom. “Yeah?” “Can you come help me with something?” She sounded worried. When Reese came in, she found Ava holding a fishing net. “Goin’ fishing?” Reese joked, looking around. Ava just pointed. A big black bird was sitting in the windowsill. Reese gasped at the sight of it, taking a couple steps back. “What- How did it get in here!?” she asked. “I-I just wanted to open the window and let some fresh air in, but that was a bad idea obviously! Look, we have to get him out without hurting him. You hold the net up to him and I’ll scare him in from the other side.” Reese pulled the button of her pants away from her belly and shifted side to side. She urgently needed to urinate. “I don’t wanna do that, man!” she said. “Can’t we just leave the windows open and let him leave on his own?” “He’s gonna poop all over the place!” “Well…” She eyed the toilet. “Maybe… We should close the door and open that window he’s sitting near.” “That one doesn’t open.” “Of course it doesn’t.” “Look, I’ve been doing this for like an hour and I’ve been thinking about it. I think this is the best way.” Reese dropped her head. “Fineee, let’s get it over with,” she said, subtly pressing her thighs together. “Okay, you hold the net, and I’ll-“ “Why do I have to hold the net!?” “Because I’m bad with it! I learned that today!” “Ava, I really don’t-“ She shoved the net into Reese’s hands and hurried into position. The bird perked up tensely in response to the invasion of his space. “You ready?” Ava said as Reese followed suit. “No,” she replied, but moved the net closer as Ava moved her hands awkwardly toward the bird. He puffed up his feathers, looked around erratically, and flew madly off the windowsill and around the screaming girls. Reese dropped the net and covered her head as she ran out of the room. The bird settled on top of the medicine cabinet. “Dude! Why’d you let him go!?” Ava said. “What!? You were guiding him!” “You gotta bring the net down on him!” “Well-“ Reese sighed nervously, starting to get noticeably antsy as she stepped around, pressing her thighs together every other step. She’d had to pee for so long. “I don’t wanna do this. Let’s just call animal control.” “Doesn’t that cost money?” “I’ll look it up, but I don’t think so,” she said as she took her phone out. She inhaled sharply, made a face of discomfort and crossed her legs where she stood, bobbing up and down. Ava didn’t see. She was looking at the bird. “Okay, it’s free and I’m about to call them.” “Should we shut the bathroom door so he doesn’t have free reign of the apartment?” Reese’s heart sunk a little. “I guess so,” she said. She made the call. Someone will be there in an hour. An hour. Reese sat on her foot on the couch, trying to distract herself with her phone and the tv. The urge to urinate was really taxing her. Her khakis were digging mercilessly into her little pee baby. She drummed her fingers impatiently, wanting badly to fidget and squirm around, but Ava was sitting right next to her. “You okay? You’re being quiet,” said Ava. “Yeah, of course,” she replied. “Tired.” “Do you think that bird is getting bird diseases all over our bathroom?” She shifted her sitting position every few seconds. “Don’t even say that.” “We should probably clean it when it’s out just to be safe.” The urgency started to rise. A wave of desperation. She couldn’t keep from jerking her butt and twitching around, engaging in a plethora of nervous movements that slightly alleviated the uneasiness radiating from her urinary system. “I-It’s just a bird,” she said, pushing herself deep into the seat so she could further dig her heel into her crotch. “Birds poop, dude,” Ava said. Reese inhaled sharply, her tight bladder contracting, trying to force some pee out. She swung her legs off the couch and hurried to her room, the uncomfortable fullness inside her shifting and sloshing with the movement. “Where’re you goin?” Ava called. “Gonnachangeouttamyworkclothes!” she said, shutting the door behind her and doubling over. “Oooof…” she groaned, her entire body genuinely wracked with discomfort. She popped open the button on her pants and immediately felt better as her bulging belly was able to take up the space it needed. She danced and jiggled as she skinned her pants down and replaced them with a pair of sweatshorts. She pulled her work shirt off, stepping side to side and pressing her thighs together, and pulled on a regular t-shirt. “Oh man…” she muttered, bobbing up and down and shoving her hand between her legs. She checked her phone and saw that it had been 15 minutes since she made the call. She had to hold it for 45 more minutes, then for however long animal control took to get the bird out… It was not possible. There was just no way. She sat on her bed and grinded into the corner of the mattress, rubbing her crotch with her fingers. She was trying to come up with a reason to leave the house by herself so she could find a gas station to empty her poor bladder, but it was hard to think with so much pee inside of her. That’s when she noticed a small cup by her bed. Reese couldn’t believe what she was considering. It wasn’t even that big of a cup. But it seemed a lot easier to let a little out in her bedroom than spend a few minutes in LA traffic just to find a place to piss. God, she needed it so badly. She grabbed the cup and drank the rest of the water that was inside it. Then, acutely aware of the lack of a lock on her door, hurriedly pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and positioned the cup under her crotch. It didn’t take long to start leaking. Her bladder was bursting. It also didn’t take long for the cup to get filled up. She didn’t even really get started by the time the warm, yellow liquid reached the brim and started to overflow through her fingers and splatter onto the hardwood floor. “Ahh- nngh- n- no-“ she whined, standing up to held stop the flow. She gripped her crotch, feeling the pee stop coming out. She was trembling, her urethral sphincter stinging badly. There was less urine inside her, but she was dying. The sight of the cup full of warm, foaming urine repulsed her. She put it on the floor under her bed and shook her hands dry, dancing and writhing on the spot as she pulled her pants back up. It wasn’t much of a relief, and now her peehole stung fiercely. She hurried out into the kitchen to wash her hands. The sight, sound, and feeling of the water on her hands caused the need to urinate to spike in urgency. She winced and wriggled madly on the spot, frantically getting the soap off her hands and wiping them on her pants. She gave herself a squeeze, cautiously making sure Ava hadn’t seen the embarrassing display. She hadn’t. Reese checked how much time passed since the phone call. 30 minutes. Halfway there. As she hobbled back to the couch, she was doubting herself pretty heavily. She couldn’t keep still for even a couple of seconds. Despite the discomfort, she was a grown woman who trusted her ability to control her body. She gritted her teeth through the throbs and waited.

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

Finally, Suresh saw a gymnasium and hurried towards it, hoping to use the urinals there, but to his dismay, the door to the gymnasium was locked. His bladder felt like it had a knife stabbing from inside, it was filled with an awful lot of urine. It was so full in fact that he couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk and the thought of looking further for a toilet terrified him. He had to piss like a racehorse but had nowhere to go; he squeezed his cock in desperation, stuck in his dilemma while he stood there, his bladder about to explode with the force of a nuclear bomb when he heard a familiar voice call out to him "Suresh! What are you doing here? I thought you left for home already," he turned around to see it was Nemali, "Come on, I'll drive you home," she said. “Oh, Nemali ma'am, is that you? I-I'm dying for the loo” Suresh blurted out, relieved to see someone he knew as he hobbled towards the Mercedes Maybach S650 she was sitting in, “Oh, thank goodness, could you drop me home? I can’t wait for a piss!” he sighed, embarrassed at admitting his predicament while struggling to walk towards her car, stricken with panic as he reached for the door and gratefully climbed in next to her. Nemali was a bit taken aback at his sudden confession. Being the Chief Financial Officer of the company, she had not expected a subordinate to be so upfront with her, “How long have you been standing here?” she asked as she saw him struggling to put on his seat belt, “I thought you went home?” “Oh, I have been waiting here for almost half an hour” he said, “Couldn’t book a cab and the one that I got showed a 1-Hour wait until pick up.” “Oh, that sounds bad,” Nemali said as she drove. "Oh, thank you so much for helping me, I don’t know what I would have done had you not shown up" Suresh sighed gratefully as he crossed his knees tightly, hoping to give some rest to his foot long cock while he put a hand firmly on his upper thigh. Nemali smiled and said, "No problem. We're a team, and we should look out for each other." “Oh, t-thank you so much...you don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, “S-so how was your day?” he asked her, trying to divert the conversation and take his mind off from his pressing need. “Oh, it was great,” she answered, “How about you?” “It was good, just really busy, I'm glad it's over…but..err…Nemali Ma’am, I am sorry to bother you, but would you know of any toilets nearby?” Suresh abruptly asked, bending a bit forward, his need becoming very urgent. Nemali couldn’t believe that he could dare to speak like that in front of her, moreover she could not believe that he would even think that a polished and high status woman like her would know of someplace so dirty and despicable like a public toilet, “I am sorry, Suresh but I don’t know,” Nemali answered, “Don’t worry, you’ll be home soon…” she told him. “Oh, thank you… could you please hurry,” he pleaded to her. He had never held his piss this long ever before in his life. “Oh dear, looks like you are bursting,” Nemali sighed at his plight. “Oh, you have no idea how full my bladder had gotten during the last visit, I really thought I wasn’t going to make it back to the office,” he struggled for a breath, “I thought so many times to just ask the client to excuse me for minute while I quickly used the toilet on the property but then I…I realized that doing so would come across as really unprofessional and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my boss….” "Wait, you've been waiting all that time?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you use the toilet at the office?" "Oh, that's where I was headed as soon as I got back from the home tour," Suresh explained. "But the urinals were closed for cleaning, so I couldn't use them. That's why I decided to get a cab and go home instead." Nemali’s heart skipped a beat, “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that,” she tried to console him, “Well, just asking, when was the last time you went to the toilet anyway?” she inquired, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. “Well, this is embarrassing but I couldn’t visit the toilet today because of all the work,” Suresh forced his words as he labored for his breath. Nemali looked at him in disbelief ,”Oh you must be going out of your mind needing the loo then!,” she said, unable to fathom how he had managed to hold on for so long. Suresh just hoped she drover faster. He didn't want to tell her how much he had to drink that day but by when he had stepped out of the office to show properties to his clients that morning, he had already emptied a whole 20-liter water can, fueling up for what he knew would be a long day. It hadn’t stopped there though. Throughout the day, he had consumed almost 24 cups of extra-large Trenta cups of coffee from Starbucks, each holding a whopping 31 ounces and while showing properties to his clients, he was able to enjoy a total of 12 pots of the green tea, offered by the hospitable hosts or occupants, he drank it for the health of his kidneys as he had made sure to stay hydrated and energized throughout his busy day of property showings, fueling up on his favorite beverages and not letting thirst get in the way of his work. He let out a sigh, finally being able to focus on holding his river of piss now that he knew he was on his way home. "Oh, thank you so much, you have no idea how much I need to go," he again said gratefully. He did not want to think what he would do if he could not reach his home on time before his bladder exploded, he just hoped that would not happen. "Don't worry about it," Nemali said, smiling. His bladder had felt like a boulder while he had been trying to get inside that gymnasium, it was so full he wasn’t even able to take a step, but he thanked God when Nemali showed up at the right time, though now his need was more urgent than before and he knew it was going to be a very close call. Nemali on the other hand felt a bit tired after her day at work. She was a thorough professional who prioritized her work above all else. Now at the age of twenty-four, Nemali was the Chief Financial Officer of the real estate firm, with her sights set on becoming the CEO in the next few years. Nemali's academic achievements had been nothing short of stellar. She had secured a seven-figure scholarship while applying to the state university to pursue a degree in Economics where she eventually went on to secure the highest rank in all of her semesters. Her friends even called her a "Human Calculator" in teasing. She had been a multifaceted champion, excelling in both chess and badminton during her school and university years and had a reputation as a tenacious and versatile chess player, recognized as the unofficial state champion, and a dominant force in badminton for well over a decade, with gold medals in state and national championships. While completing her undergraduate studies, she had taken on the Chartered Accountancy examinations and also enrolled in a rigorous Chartered Financial Analyst program. She studied for the exams while pursuing her undergraduate degree and cleared all three levels of the CFA program in just two years. After completing her undergraduate degree and achieving the CA and CFA qualifications, Nemali had decided to pursue an MBA in Finance from a top business school in the country. She enrolled in the program and was soon recognized as a top performer, earning several accolades and awards for her academic achievements. She was young and beautiful and she had achieved what only a few exceptional individuals could. Her expertise and professional prowess had set her apart from the vast majority of professionals in her field. Nemali had always cared deeply about her appearance and always dressed in stylish clothes, suits with trousers or skirts, and looked every bit a fashion model. Though Nemali's stunning beauty was often the talk of the office, she had never paid attention to her colleagues who could not help but gaze in awe as she walked down the hallways of the office building. Many of them had tried to win her heart, but to no avail. Nemali had politely turned down every marriage proposal, explaining that her career was her only priority. While some may have found this attitude surprising, it was no secret that Nemali was fiercely driven and focused towards her goals. Her ambition was evident in everything she did, from her impressive academic record to her rapid ascent up the corporate ladder. She lived an extravagant lifestyle, with a wardrobe filled with designer clothing and accessories. She enjoyed visiting the most exclusive and opulent restaurants, known for their high-quality food, impeccable service, and luxurious atmosphere. Her dining choices ranged from Michelin-starred restaurants to trendy hotspots that catered to the elite, where she could enjoy exotic delicacies and the finest vintage wines. With a penchant for luxury, she was particularly drawn to restaurants with stunning views or lavish interiors that matched her high-end lifestyle. She had even made a significant investment in purchasing a luxurious apartment last year that sprawled across four floors of a high-rise building situated in the prime location of the city. The opulent space was a testament to Nemali's success and reflected her refined taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. From the panoramic views to the premium amenities, Nemali had spared no expense in curating her dream home. It was almost around 7 PM now which put them at the city tunnel in the height of rush hour traffic. Getting through the tunnel at this time in the evening usually took about a half hour and the fact that the distance from Suresh’s home to the tunnel was almost thirty minutes by what he had told her, Nemali had prepared herself for a hour long ride to his place. As they inched their way to the tunnel Nemali saw a look of worry on Suresh’s face. When they entered the tunnel, the traffic came to a screeching halt, inching forward at a snail's pace. The traffic was moving slowly and after a few minutes Nemali could see Suresh crossing and uncrossing his legs. Soon he was moaning in agony and doubling over at the waist. She could tell that he was really struggling to hold on but there was nothing much she could do to help him other than get him home as soon as possible. The traffic continued to move ever so slowly and at one point came to a complete halt. Nemali noticed Suresh trembling as he tried hard to contain himself. She kept glancing down at his crotch, hoping to see a wet patch but it was dry. The minutes dragged on, and the traffic was at a complete standstill, leaving Suresh's bladder on the brink of bursting, but he didn’t utter a word out of sheer embarrassment. He could still feel all that liquid pumping into his exhausted organ. Nemali couldn't help but glance down at his crotch again, wondering how he was still holding on. He commented that he had to go really bad and Nemali kept encouraging him by telling him to think of something else. She knew though, that he could think of nothing else at this time except his dire need to urinate. Finally, after about thirty-five minutes inside the tunnel the traffic began to move forward, inch by inch and Nemali began to drive along with it. "Oh, please can we stop somewhere, my bladder is bursting", Suresh exclaimed, “I need to go so bad." Nemali assured him that she would pull over as soon as she could but then the traffic stopped again, briefly as cars were lead out of the tunnel. They were still only about mid-way through. A cop stood at the end of the tunnel letting about ten cars out at a time so as not to create a bottle-neck of traffic in the street outside the tunnel. Nemali glanced at Suresh’s crotch once more. She was in awe of how long he was holding such a bad piss. They were still at a standstill when Suresh let out a moan of agony, “Oh, I‘m bursting…” He just kept saying "Oh, I'm so embarrassed" but Nemali told him not to worry, and that it could happen to anyone. The traffic began to move, and she drove ahead carefully. Finally, they were out of the dark tunnel, but still crawling in traffic. At this point, Suresh told Nemali he couldn't even talk, because if he did he was going to loose control. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand pressed hard against his crotch as he tried to contain the massive pressure in his bladder. "N-Nemali ma’am, I am sorry to bother you but I really need to take a piss now! Can we please find a toilet?" he said with a look of desperation. Nemali nodded, "Of course, I'll find one as soon as possible," she said, her eyes darting around for any signs of a public restroom. There were many restaurants in that part of the city, but trying to find a parking place was hard on a good day. Now, with all of the cars that just came out of the tunnel, it was near to impossible. The city was not the kind of place where one could pull over and pee on the side of the road either. There were wall to wall people on the streets, and lots of policemen around. Nemali was hurrying so that Suresh could get to a toilet and finally let it out. Her heart raced as she navigated through the bustling city streets, searching for a parking spot, while Suresh was on the verge of losing control. She quickly took a turn and drove down a crowded street, trying to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of a restroom. Suresh's need was growing more urgent by the second. He squirmed in his seat, his breaths becoming shallower as he tried to hold on. Finally, they spotted a small public restroom on the side of the road and Nemali quickly pulled over before Suresh jumped out of the car and ran inside, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist and opening the button on his trousers but as he reached the entrance, the attendant stopped him. "Excuse me, sir. You need to pay one rupee to use the restroom," the attendant said. Suresh's eyes widened in shock, "I don't have any change on me. Please, I really need to use the toilet," he begged. "I'm sorry, sir. No payment, no entry," the attendant replied, folding his arms. Suresh frantically searched his pockets, hoping to find a coin he had missed. But his pockets were empty. In defeat, he closed the button of his trousers and fastened his belt around his aching bladder, still tightly holding his river of urine, while he hobbled back to the car as fast as his inflated urine tank would allow and knocked on the window, trying to get Nemali's attention. "Nemali, I need a coin. Please, I can’t wait any longer," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. “Oh, dear,” Nemali quickly searched through her purse, but unfortunately she had no coins either. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't have any change on me," she said, her voice filled with concern. Overwhelmed, Suresh moaned in agony and helplessness. He hurried back to the restroom and begged the attendant once more, but the man refused to budge. Crushed at the refusal, Suresh returned to the car, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said, his voice shaking with emotion as he closed the door after climbing in, crossing his legs in desperation. Nemali placed a comforting hand on his knee, "It's okay, Suresh. We'll find another toilet," she said, her voice filled with sympathy but Suresh did not respond, he was dying for a wee. Nemali started to drive as fast as she could and they were just a few minutes away from his residence when all of a sudden her phone rang; it was her real estate agent Shefali. Though she was the Chief Financial Officer of a company in the real estate industry she preferred to use an outside agency to help her with personal transactions so that she could focus on her own work and avoid any conflicts of interest that might arise if she were to handle her own personal transactions. It was a sensible decision on her part to help her with the purchase, rather than relying on her own company's resources. "Good evening, Shefali," Nemali answered in a poised voice. "What can I do for you?" "Ms. Nemali, I have some exciting news to share with you," Shefali said in a calm, professional tone. "The penthouse I told you about is now available for a visit. The owner is looking for a discerning buyer like you, who values luxury and exclusivity." Nemali's eyes widened with interest. "That is wonderful news, Shefali. But, I am on my way to drop my colleague at his place. Can we schedule the visit for another time?" "I understand your predicament, Ms. Nemali," Shefali replied in a polite tone. "But this is a unique opportunity, and I cannot guarantee when the property will be available for a visit again. I would hate for you to miss out on the chance to see it." Nemali's mind raced as she considered her options. She didn't want to keep Suresh waiting, but the opportunity to see the penthouse was too good to pass up. "This penthouse is truly one-of-a-kind, with sweeping views of the city skyline and the latest in cutting-edge technology and design. It would be the perfect addition to your impressive property portfolio," Shefali continued while on call. Nemali thought at the prospect of adding this property to her collection. "That sounds like something I cannot miss. Let me see if Suresh would mind waiting for a little while." She turned towards him and said, “Suresh, it is my real estate agent, would you mind if I visit this property first before dropping you home?” she asked, “I know you need to take a piss but I have been trying to check this penthouse out for almost a month now but never got the time, my agent is there at the moment, would it be alright if we made a quick stop before I drop you off? I have an opportunity to see a truly exceptional property, I promise we won’t be too long” she requested. The thought of having to wait longer for the toilet terrified Suresh but he couldn’t refuse the Chief Financial Officer of the company, “S-Sure ma’am, not an issue,” he breathed hoping he would get to pee as soon as they reached the place. Nemali breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to her phone, "Shefali, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I am excited to see this penthouse. Let us proceed with the visit. I will be there as soon as possible." "Excellent, Nemali," Shefali said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I will see you shortly, and I am confident you will not regret this decision." Meanwhile, Suresh’s bladder was still ballooning rapidly and he didn’t know if he could control his urge to urinate for much longer. “Ma’am, I was thinking if.. you know…if I could take a piss at the penthouse?” Suresh pleaded meekly, “My home is far from where we are going and I really need to use the toilet…” he was absolutely bursting as he said this. Nemali looked at him in disbelief, that penthouse could be her abode in the future and she was not sure if she was comfortable with someone using the facilities before she had even made the purchase, “I am sorry Suresh but that is a premium piece of real estate and I think it is really rude to ask to use the toilet at someone else’s house,” Nemali said, trying not to sound angry. “I am sorry, ma’am but I would not have asked if it hadn’t been this urgent,” Suresh begged, crossing his legs tighter. Nemali saw that he was telling the truth and though she was unwilling to concur she agreed half heartedly to let Suresh use the toilet once they got there. Though seething with anger, she told herself that she was a good person for letting him use the toilet but now regretted bringing Suresh along for the visit. Soon they were at the location and Nemali parked her car outside the luxurious building before stepping out, Suresh was dying for a wee by this point and found it harder to control the urge now that he was standing, all he wanted was to get inside the penthouse and unleash a torrent of hot piss into the toilet. They quickly made their way to the entrance, where Shefali was waiting to greet them. "Welcome, Nemali ma’am," Shefali said with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you could make it." Nemali returned the smile and said, "Thank you, Shefali. I am really excited to see the property." As Shefali led them to the elevator, Suresh looked around nervously; it was getting very difficult for him to walk, he had to piss like a fire hydrant now and knew he did not have much time left before he would start pissing uncontrollably, toilet or no toilet. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from the exploding pressure in his bladder. They entered the elevator, and he knew it was going to be a long ride up to the 42nd floor. As the elevator began to ascend, Suresh felt as if his bladder would erupt right there in front of the two women, he tried to hide it, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Excuse me, miss," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But how much longer until we get to the apartment?" “It usually takes 10 minutes from the ground floor." Suresh's heart sank. He wasn't sure if he could hold it for that long. He started panicking but there was nothing he could do. When they finally reached the 42nd floor, Shefali led them to the entrance of the high-rise suite and as soon as they got inside Suresh could not hold himself back any longer, "Excuse me, Shefali," he interrupted. “..but I really need to use the toilet." Shefali paused and hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afraid the toilets in the penthouse are currently out of order. We're having some maintenance work done, and they won't be functional for a few more days." Suresh's face dropped, and he looked crestfallen. "But I really need to take a piss. Is there anywhere else nearby that I can go?" Shefali looked at his bulging crotch where his elephantine penis rested and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Suresh, but the nearest toilet is quite a distance away. It would take some time to get there and back, and I'm not sure it would be worth the trouble." Suresh looked defeated, and Nemali felt a pang of sympathy for him. "Shefali, is there anything we can do? This is really an emergency for Suresh." “I am sorry Nemali ma’am but there is nothing that I can think of at the moment,” Shefali admitted, “You’ll have to wait, sir” she said coldly. Suresh couldn’t believe his ears, he was almost about to starting weeing in his pants, “Suresh, we’ll be out of here in no time, would you just give me 10 minutes to go through the property, please? I promise it won’t take long,” Nemali requested. He couldn’t believe how inconsiderate, selfish and thoughtless Nemali could be when she knew full well just how long he had been waiting to urinate. With a defeated tone, he finally agreed to wait, “Y-yes, sure, ma’am,” resigning himself to the agony of crossing his legs as he took a seat, waiting for Nemali and Shefali to finish their inspection. His urgent need to use the bathroom was unbearable, and his frustration grew as he watched her casually stroll through the property, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. The pressure was mounting, and his hands were shivering as he struggled to hold on. Nemali stood in the middle of the grand living room, her eyes scanning every inch of the space. Shefali had just started giving her the grand tour of the penthouse, but Nemali was already in disbelief. It was as if she had been transported to another world, one where luxury and opulence were the norm. The penthouse was one of the most luxurious and exclusive apartments in the city, boasting 10 rooms, including 6 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms, and a whopping 140 feet of frontage. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she turned to look at the glass atrium with its wall that swung open. The view was breathtaking, and she felt as though she was suspended in the air. Shefali smiled at her, clearly pleased with her reaction. "It's amazing, isn't it?" she asked. Nemali nodded, unable to find the words to express just how incredible the space was. As they moved towards the terrace, Nemali's eyes were drawn to the double-height ceilings in the living room. It was as if the space went on forever, and she felt incredibly small in comparison. The decorations were just as impressive as the features. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and works of art lined the walls. Some of the spaces even reminded her of a Roman villa, with marble worktops and oak floors. Shefali led her through the different floors of the luxury apartment, and Nemali couldn't believe what she was seeing, a gym, a cinema, a library, a whisky bar, and even a billiard room. It was as if every possible amenity had been thought of. But it was the 70-foot-long infinity pool with the water slide that truly stole the show, the pool seemed to merge with the skyline, offering a view that was second to none. She imagined herself floating in the pool, staring out at the city below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing As she gazed out at the city, she knew that this was a place she needed to add to her already impressive property portfolio. "Shefali, I have to say I'm really impressed with this penthouse! It's even more magnificent than I expected!" Nemali beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ms. Nemali. This is truly one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartments in the city." "Absolutely! I mean, look at this 70-foot-long rooftop swimming pool! And the view from up here is breathtaking!" "I know, right? And the interior decorations are just as impressive as the exterior. The chandeliers and works of art are just stunning!" Shefali added. "I can see that the designer has really outdone himself here. The Roman villa-inspired decor is just fantastic!" Nemali said. "Definitely and the amenities this building offers are second to none. The gym, swimming pool, and massage therapy room are just a few of the perks residents get to enjoy," Shefali continued "And let's not forget the wine cellar! I mean, who wouldn't want to store their collection in a climate-controlled environment?" Nemali beamed. "Exactly. And the separate guest apartment on the floor below is perfect for visitors or staff," Shefali hoped that she had cracked the deal. "It's a true palace in the sky, Shefali,” Nemali replied enthusiastically, “I can't wait to make an offer!" Nemali looked at Shefali and said, "Thank you so much for showing me around the penthouse, it's absolutely beautiful. I'm very interested in buying it, but I have to leave now. I need to drop off Suresh at his place." Shefali smiled and said, "Of course, Nemali. I'm glad you enjoyed the tour. We can schedule another meeting to discuss the details of the purchase. Would next week work for you?" Nemali nodded and replied, "Yes, next week works for me. I'll have my assistant send you my availability, and we can coordinate from there." Shefali smiled, “Feel free to call me anytime if you have any questions or concerns." Nemali thanked her and said, "Thank you, Shefali. You've been very helpful. I'm looking forward to working with you on this." Shefali smiled and replied, "Likewise, Ms. Nemali. Have a safe drive, and I'll see you next week." By now, Suresh had to piss like a fire hose, and it was all Nemali’s fault, though a ray of hope shone inside him when he saw them come back to the drawing room, “Nemali ma’am, can we go now?” he begged and she had to agree. As they both stepped out of the penthouse, Suresh gasped in desperation, “Oh thank goodness, you made it quick, I can’t wait for the toilet anymore” he moaned. “I am so sorry, Suresh” Nemali said. Suresh was frustrated that the place had nine toilets and not a single one was working. He was cursing Nemali in his mind for delaying his trip to the toilet but there was nothing else he could do. They got inside her car and were soon on the way to Suresh’s place. His desperation was so extreme that he squirmed the entire time they were driving, and when the vehicle finally pulled up outside Suresh’s place 15 minutes later, he hastily jumped out and made a run for the front door. But it was only after reaching the door step that he realized that he had left his business briefcase, and hence his keys, inside Nemali’s vehicle. “Oh, Nemali ma’am, my key is in your car,” he wailed as he hobbled back to the vehicle barely able to stop himself from pissing right then and there and quickly retrieved his bag from the back seat before rushing back towards the door of his house. Nemali stepped out of her vehicle and saw Suresh crossing his legs tightly as he looked for the keys in his bag. The next blow came when Suresh could not find the keys in his bag, and realized that he must have left them at work. Unable to get in, Suresh frantically tried not to lose control of his very full bladder right there at the doorstep in front of Nemali. "Is everything okay, Suresh?," Nemali asked “I can't find my house keys, I think I left them at work," he moaned in agony as he went through his wallet, but it wasn’t there either “Could you jimmy the door lock and let me in?" Suresh asked Nemali. Oh, he was bursting more now that he was just a few feet away from his toilet. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't know how to do that. Maybe we could try calling a locksmith? Or do you need me to drive you somewhere else?" Nemali asked, she had seen how desperate Suresh had been during the entire ride home and for him to come this far and not be able to get inside his house really made her feel for him. But just then, Suresh recalled that his neighbor Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key to his place! "Oh, actually, Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key. Let me get it from her," Suresh rushed to his neighbor’s house that was a few yards across and rang the bell in panic, but there was no answer. "Oh, isn't she home? Open the door, I am bursting for the toilet!" he groaned in frustration. He then quickly took out his cell phone and called Mrs. Kiara in dread. It was around eight o'clock by now and she was at a restaurant enjoying the night with some of her friends when she felt a vibration from her cell phone and decided to check who was calling. She took it out from her handbag and looked at it and saw that it was her neighbor, Suresh. She hadn’t expected to hear from him at this time, so she quickly moved to a quiet place to have a conversation with him, “Hello?” she said. "Mrs. Kiara, it's Suresh. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I can't find my house keys, and I really need to get in. Do you have the spare key?" "Oh, Suresh, I'm sorry, I'm not at home right now. I'm out with my friends. Can you wait for a bit?" "I am sorry Mrs. Kiara but I really can't wait. I need to get in right away, I actually need to use the toilet, I haven’t taken a piss the whole day!" he begged her, squeezing his cock for dear life. "Oh dear, I'll see what I can do. Give me a few minutes," Mrs. Kiara heard the concern in his voice and said to him that she was going to catch a taxi and would be there right away. Suresh thanked her a lot and confirmed again that he had to pee really badly telling her that it would be great if she could come as soon as possible. Mrs. Kiara understood his predicament immediately, especially when she saw on her phone that she had eighteen more missed calls from him. She informed him that she’d be back home in 30 minutes. Suresh was shaken to the core upon learning that he would have to wait another 30 minutes to use the toilet but he had no other choice than to wait, “Hurry…please! Please! Please! Hurry please!” he cried out, “I can’t hold it, I can’t!” he begged before he walked back home with small but quick steps where Nemali was still waiting for him. By now, Mrs. Kiara had quickly hailed a taxi and was rushing to Suresh's place. As she arrived, she saw him anxiously waiting at the front of the door, with his bladder swollen to the size of a basketball, "Oh, thank you so much for coming," Suresh said with relief as he saw her, "I really need to use the toilet." He was embarrassed to have to utter such words in front of them, but he was really desperate. "Don't worry, Suresh," Mrs. Kiara replied, "Let's get you inside first," she hurriedly made her way to the front door, and quickly picked the lock to let them in. "Oh, thank you Mrs. Kiara…” Suresh said, grappling with his belt as he rushed towards his toilet, the explosive relief just a few feet away from him now. The pressure was finally going to flow out of his exhausted penis, oh he couldn’t believe how badly he had needed this piss and for how long! He hurried to the toilet, but his relief turned into shock and then into frustration and fury when he found a notice taped to the toilet lid: "DO NOT USE." "What the...? Oh, my God no..!" his words broke, his hot piss forced to stop on its way out. The workmen had promised him faithfully that all the plumbing in the bathroom would be sorted out before he arrived home but it clearly hadn’t. Suresh wanted to desperately use the toilet and thought for a moment to simply lift the lid and unleash his pressure into it but he controlled himself just barely. He gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. “You can do this” he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he crossed his legs tightly. “Just hang on until your toilet is fixed and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work. You can wait,” he said. He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom, fighting a serious urge to urinate, Suresh hurried out of there to call the company performing renovation work on his toilet. But as he stepped out, Suresh realized that Mrs. Kiara and Nemali were still there, waiting for him in the drawing room, he felt truly embarrassed to even think of letting them know of his predicament but he didn’t know if he could hide it any longer. “Oh dear, do you feel better now?” Mrs. Kiara asked as soon as she saw him. "Y-yes, thank you so much, Mrs. Kiara," Suresh said embarrassed as he came out of the toilet without using it, hiding his quandary from the two women. "Oh, don’t mention Suresh, we're neighbors, and that's what neighbors are for," Mrs. Kiara answered with a smile. Mrs. Kiara then looked at her wrist watch and said, “Please permit me to take your leave now, my friends are waiting for me,” she said with a beam before wishing them both a good night and making her exit. As she left, Suresh hoped Nemali would leave too because he needed to take a piss but had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want Nemali to know that his toilet was broken. It was utterly humiliating for him and he did not want his colleagues at the office to know of all this. “I am really hungry do you have something to eat?” Nemali asked all of a sudden as she stood in the drawing room with folded hands, looking around in the hopes of getting something that could satiate her hunger. “Ah, ma’am a-actually..aahh.. I-I was about to go somewhere,” Suresh began to say, “So, if you could leave…..then…” he felt like he was almost kicking her out, but he was absolutely panicking for a piss and did not have any time to waste. “Oh, where are you going?” Nemali inquired, curious to know. “I-I was actually about to go to the store to get some stuff for the kitchen….” he countered with the first excuse that came to his mind. “Why? Cooking something special tonight?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, just thought of having some biryani…” he said crossing his legs tightly, trying to give his penis as much time as he could. “Oh, I love Biryani!” Nemali beamed, “Would love to taste some of yours” she said. Suresh’s heart pounded in horror, she was the Chief Financial Officer of the company and it would have been foolish to refuse her request, he had no other way than to agree but he really needed to take a long piss before he started to prepare the dish. “Oh sure,” he said, trying to control his piss, hoping she would not notice that his bladder was bursting, “Would you excuse me for moment?” he requested her and when she replied with a yes, Suresh hobbled to his bedroom where his telephone was kept. Suresh rushed to the telephone to call the company performing the renovation work on his bathroom. "Come on, pick up, pick up," he moaned, grabbing his crotch desperately. "Hello, this is Alba Constructions, how may I assist you?" he suddenly heard a voice from the other side. "Hi, yes. This is Suresh. I'm calling because I just got home and I found a notice on my toilet that says 'DO NOT USE'. I was hoping you could tell me what's going on?" "Yes, Mr. Suresh. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We had some trouble with the plumbing in your bathroom. The workmen promised that it would be sorted out before you arrived home, but unfortunately, there was a delay." Suresh while trying to hide his urgency said, "Oh, okay. Do you have any idea when it will be fixed?" "We're doing everything we can to get it fixed as soon as possible. One of our workmen is still on the premises inspecting the well. Would you like me to get him on the line to explain what's going on?" the customer support executive asked. "Yes, please. That would be helpful," Suresh said, feigning calmness. "Alright, I'll patch you through to him now. Thank you for your patience, Suresh." The line clicked and the workman answered. "Hello?" "Hello, are you one of the guys working on my toilet?" Suresh asked trying not to sound desperate. "Yeah, that's me. How may I help you?" "The notice on the toilet says not to use it, but I was just wondering if everything is okay?" "Oh, yeah. We had some trouble with the water supply. The pump didn't restart after we switched it back on. We might have to remove the toilet to get your new bath in," the workman replied. "Oh my God, can't you just fix the pump or something?" he panicked, “Or just get the toilet running for two minutes?” “I am working on it” the man answered. "Okay, I see. Is there anything I can do to help?" Suresh asked, trying not to show his discomfort. "Actually, yes” the man said, “All my men have left for the day and I could really use some help.” Suresh really didn't want to admit that he was bursting to pee, but he thought to help the man so that he could sort things out and the water supply could finally be restored. "Sure, what do you need me to do?" Suresh asked trying to stay calm. “Can you give me a hand with the well cover? I need to inspect it and see if that's causing the issue with the pump." "Yeah, sure. Let me just grab a flashlight," Suresh said, struggling to hide his need to urinate. He couldn’t believe that he would have to wait longer to use the toilet but he really needed to piss a lot before he could make the biryani. As he disconnected the call, Suresh slowly made his way to the drawing room where Nemali was waiting for him, his bladder aching for a massive piss, “I am sorry, Nemali ma’am, but would you mind if I step out for minute,” he said, “I am actually getting my bathroom remodeled and the workman from the renovation company is working in the backyard and needs a hand,” Suresh said. “Oh, sure, not an issue,” Nemali said casually as she went back to her phone. Thankful, Suresh hobbled to the backyard of his house with a near exploding bladder and saw the workman trying to fix the issue there, “Hey, how long is this going to take?” “Well, I hope it gets fixed soon” the workman answered, “Just hold the flashlight for me while I take a look. I’ll get your toilet sorted out as soon as I can." "Okay, sounds good. Just...hurry, please," Suresh said while gritting his teeth as he did what he was told, fighting a serious urge to pee. As the workman explained the situation and Suresh helped with the inspection, he did his best to hide his discomfort and not let on that he was desperately in need of a toilet trip. Suresh struggled as he stood there and almost 30 minutes later Nemali made her way to the backyard, “Hey Suresh, what’s going on?” she asked as she walked towards where they were working, “What’s taking so long?” Suresh’s eyes widened in shock, he could not let Nemali know of his predicament, “Oh it’s nothing, m-ma’am…” The workman then said, “I think it is going to take a few days to fix this….” Suresh could not believe his ears, he felt like he was about to yell at him for disappointing him so cruelly, but he knew he must control his rage in front of the Chief Financial Officer of the company. “So what am I going to do until then?” Suresh asked desperately, his legs still crossed as he bounced up and down on his knees in agony. “Well the washbasin and the shower are still working, only the toilet is broken,” the workman reported. “But where I am supposed to go if I need to take a piss?” “Oh, come on, Suresh!” Nemali wailed, “You just had a piss didn’t you?” “Y-yes, ma’am” Suresh said, “Just thought I should ask…” Suresh replied, his urine pinching him inside his penis. “Well, I must leave for the day now, it is already too late, but I’ll try to fix the issue soon,” the workman said and Suresh had no other choice but to let him go. He looked at the workman longingly as he made his way to the front and started his two-wheeler before leaving. Suresh’s last hope to urinate before making the biryani was dead. He thought of asking Nemali to take him somewhere he could use a toilet but he could not risk coming across as this desperate in front of her. Defeated and bursting, Suresh made his way to the kitchen to cook the biryani, desperately trying to hide his predicament from her. With the toilet right next to the kitchen, Suresh was having a tough time concentrating but there was nowhere to urinate. “Which biryani are you going to make?” Nemali asked him, suddenly popping into the kitchen. Suresh, who was struggling not to leak in his underwear, couldn’t think of an answer, “I-I haven’t thought of it yet…ma’am…” he stuttered. “Oh, you know what?” Nemali said, “I’d love to have some soup before we go for the biryani, I know that is too much to ask, but I couldn’t stop thinking of it when I saw the tomatoes,” she said with an innocent smile, pointing towards the tomatoes kept on the vegetable stand. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll just bring it you…” Suresh said, unable to think straight any longer. “Great! I’ll be waiting!” Nemali said before she made her way out of there and into the drawing room. Suresh’s need to go to the toilet was so pressing that he was beginning to drip a bit, it was only a few drops into his underwear but it threatened to become an uncontrollable flood and he was desperately trying to control the rest. Nemali had to wait a while for the dinner. Suresh had promised to cook her a delicious meal, but now that it was taking so long she was starting to doubt whether it was worth the wait. Inside the kitchen, Suresh was cooking the meal with his legs crossed the whole time, barely holding on to his piss, letting out his fair share of “Oooh’s” and “Aaah’s” Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Suresh emerged from the kitchen with two steaming hot plates of tomato soup and biryani. He had managed with whatever ingredients he had at home and just hoped she would like the taste. "I'm so sorry for the wait," Suresh said as he served the food to Nemali, "I hope you enjoy the meal." Nemali slowly took a tentative spoonful of the tomato soup and was pleasantly surprised. It was delicious - the perfect blend of sweet and savory flavors. As she tasted the biryani, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. "Suresh, this is amazing," Nemali said, beaming with delight, "You are quite the chef. The flavors are so well balanced, it's hard to believe this was made in a home kitchen. You have a real talent." Suresh could not have bothered less about the compliments, all he wanted to do was take a piss but he couldn’t think of any place where he could go. Finally after the dinner, Nemali stepped out of Suresh's house and onto the verandah, turning to face him. As they stood there, she said, "Thanks for the lovely dinner, Suresh. It was really delicious." Suresh forced a smile, trying his best to act normal, his legs trembling as he quickly crossed his legs, "You're welcome, m-ma’am. I'm glad you liked it…" he winced, bending forward at his waist in agony as he held the door and the wall for support. Suddenly, a hot leak escaped into his underwear before he quickly stopped the flow, his eyes widened in horror of what was happening. He looked down to see if it was visible on his pants but to his immense relief it wasn’t. “What happened, are you alright?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he responded. His bladder was about to explode. He had absolutely no time left anymore. Suresh had held it for too long but had failed to find a place to relieve himself, he felt really angry and frustrated but he was stuck and there was nothing he could do. He tried his best to wait as Nemali kept uttering words that he could not understand, but then another long leak escaped his penis and soaked his underwear. Shit dammit! Nemali looked at Suresh and smiled, “You know what? You should come over to my place sometime,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. “My cook makes this amazing risotto that you simply must try!” “Y-yeah, sure,” A new leak escaped and this time a small patch the size of a golf ball formed on the crotch of his pants. Suresh was pissing himself. His face turned red with shame as he tried to end the conversation and close the door before it was too late. “Great! We’ll have to schedule it soon,” she said, already making plans in her head. Then all of a sudden, without any warning, the flood gates just opened and Suresh started pissing into his underwear standing right there in front of the CFO of his company. He froze in horror, crossing his legs tighter to stop the flow but it was too late for him now. He tried his best to keep a straight face as he soaked his undergarment and his pants uncontrollably while the hot piss filled his briefs and ran down his inner thighs, his long cock urinating into his underwear like a fire hose. Oh, the relief was overwhelming but he could not have been more ashamed of himself. He had wanted his bladder to go back to its normal size, there had been so much ache inside it, filled with so much urine, so much pressure, but he had never thought that it would happen in front of someone so senior from his office. It was only around a minute later that Nemali noticed what was happening and her eyes widened in shock, “Oh, dear lord!,” she gasped and her words made poor Suresh’s humiliation grow ten-fold. She covered her mouth in absolute shock when she saw the size of the puddle, unable to even comprehend how he had managed to hold so much inside him. “What is this Suresh?” she asked, barely able to control her laughter. It was so funny for her to watch a grown man like him wet his pants in front of her. She had not realized he had to go all this while but had thought that he was acting a bit wierd. Though it had shocked her completely, Nemali had secretly enjoyed watching Suresh’s massive accident at the door step. And though she had offered him a few words of comfort before making her exit, on her way back home, she could not stop smiling at the thought of how big his accident was. As she drove the car, she covered her laugh with her hand and her eyes went wide with shock as she evoked the accident in her mind again and again for her amusement. Suresh had found it difficult to come to terms with what had happened that evening. He couldn't shake off the embarrassment he felt at having wet his pants in front of the Chief Financial Officer of his company. Though he continued to work with the same passion, his relationship with Nemali became more formal and distant. He began to avoid her as much as possible, and it was clear that things would never be the same again between them. Suresh's resignation came as a surprise to many, but he knew that he needed to move on from this incident and start fresh. He joined a new company and threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, determined to prove his worth and rebuild his confidence. As for Nemali, she was sad to see Suresh go, but she understood his reasons for leaving. She hoped that he would find success and happiness in his new job and that they could continue to be friends. Years went by, and Suresh made a name for himself in the industry, earning a place for himself as one of the top sales consultants in the city. He had long forgotten about that fateful evening but deep down, he knew that it had changed him in ways he could never fully comprehend. Nemali on the other hand had been excited to have witnessed such a hot episode of a man’s big bladdered emergency, it was undoubtedly one of the most memorable moments of her life and she revisited the incident in her mind many times during the coming years for a good laugh when she was alone.

Hello all, I'll start this story by linking my other story New Form Of Incontinence from the non-diaper section of the site. I also have direct permission via DMs from Lizy The Leaky Leafeon to post this here with all the juicy details! My previous accident right when I got home from work seemed to gather a lot of attention in the omorashi chat channel on Discord, and Lizy pointed out that it was super hot (despite her not usually being into male desperation) and that she'd love to make me have another accident! I had put in the channel that I'd diapered up since then, as I seem to be genuinely incontinent at the time being and was just lying in bed enjoying the desperation. Naturally, Lizy jumped on this and asked me to keep my legs apart! I didn't take her up on this until I'd established just how humiliating the whole diaper thing was and that, since I do usually provide pictures or videos, I'd still do so, just with the covers still on so I could hide my diaper. Looking back, I'm not 100% sure this was necessary bc it's not like it's all I was wearing. I was in a shirt and pajama pants as well. With the ground rules set and a 1 minute timer agreed on, I spread my legs and started the timer! It was so hard! Dribbles nearly turned into spurts as my legs shook furiously to contain the flood! Note that I probably wasn't much more than 50% full, I've been having a lot of accidents lately. Context is in the post I linked at the top. The desperation turned me on SO MUCH and I started breathing heavy, only adding to how much my legs were shaking! By time time the 1 minute timer had ended, I'd already came in my diaper and dribbled enough to equal a small spurt! It was truly amazing and I came THIS CLOSE to losing it all in my diaper! 1.mp4 Of course, after talking about how hard it was to keep the spurts in, Lizy told me to let out a spurt and stop it right away! I can't explain how hard it was! My whole body was on fire and I was sweating from the effort! It was so damn hot! There were no dribbles leading up to the spurt, it just ROCKETED out of me as soon as I thought of letting some out, and I had a lot of slow dribbles while I fought to keep it stopped! Nearly came again! At this point, a tidal wave came crashing in and I shot to a 10/10 continuously dribbling and nearly spurting several times as I slammed my legs together, squirming to hell and back to contain the flood! My mind was going 1,000mph and I was in heaven! 2.mp4 At this video, people commented on how amazingly squirmy I was and Lizy admitted that she was getting wet! While my mind got off on the thought of people getting wet, my body continued to fight off the tidal wave and I came once again! I was going crazy out of my mind it felt so good! Naturally, this is when she made me set a timer for 2 minutes and keep my legs apart again! It was gonna be SO HARD and I put in chat "JESUS CHRIST RIGHT AFTER YOU MADE ME SPURT" to which she of course gave a "you heard me" and I went ahead and set the timer! My legs shook SO HARD and from time to time one of my knees shot up at the ceiling! Of course, when a spurt escaped, I slammed my legs together and she made me reset the timer! The rules were now in place that leaking and/or closing my legs would result in resetting the timer! I swear I tried my hardest but my legs kept slamming shut and every time I managed to resist from closing my legs I'd leak again! Next she cracked down on my squirming and lifting my knees up, telling me that I had to keep still no matter what! I just couldn't! I sent the following video as proof! 3.mp4 I complained that I HAD TO SQUIRM otherwise I'd lose it all! Of course she told me I didn't have to and that I needed to stop squirming! She also cracked down again on how I kept lifting my knees and I tried my very best! My legs sort of vibrated in place as my thighs tensed SO HARD and I lost a nearly continuous dribble and a couple boiling hot spurts! Naturally, when I was down to about 20 seconds on the timer I got hit with a hell of a tidal wave and my legs SLAMMED SHUT! Shit! Gotta reset the timer again! I was able to resist the spurts for half of the timer before I started squirming again and had to reset the timer AGAIN! I finally managed to keep from squirming long enough to get a short video and put it in chat, but was still not able to resist squirming for the whole 2 minutes! I swear those dribbles were about to turn into a total loss of control! There were tap dancers and a whole disco party going on in my bladder! 4.mp4 At this point she offered that she could cut the timer in half, but I'd have to do it standing up! I was torn between these! They'd both be just as hard! Since I wasn't able to decide, she decided to do something else. I was allowed to squirm and kick my knees and everything, but if I dared to close my legs I'd have to let out a spurt again! I said I'd do my best and she left to get some food and some hot coco. Naturally she dropped a gif of a leaking water bottle in the chat and my mind filled in the dripping sound and I lost a bunch of short but powerful spurts all in a row! Then she said she had to go to the bathroom and asked for my permission, which I of course denied and told her that she had to suffer with me! To be honest, it didn't matter what her answer was! The thought of her going to the bathroom made me dribble for a couple seconds and I came again! She then told me to learn my place (part of a humiliation thing we agreed on back at the beginning) and that she was gonna pee whether I told her to do it or not! She described how good it would feel and talked about the hissing sound echoing throughout the bathroom! I started dribbling again and nearly lost another set of spurts! Then she punished me for telling her not to use the toilet and made me push on my bladder! I lost a continuous stream for a second or two! 5.mp4 I had to stop the video bc I was about to lose it all if I didn't close my legs IMMEDIATELY! I put in chat that I swear I didn't close my legs on purpose! As per the rules, I let out another spurt as punishment for closing my legs and I nearly couldn't stop it! Lizy told me that I could keep them closed if I apologized for telling her that she couldn't use the toilet. I don't know why I did this, but I begged for permission to keep my legs closed instead of apologizing. Naturally, she told me to apologize once again. I gave a sincere apology in text only bc I was panting and moaning so hard I couldn't speak straight! Naturally, she told me that I could only keep my legs closed for 2 minutes! I set another timer and slammed my legs shut once again, managing to keep the floodgates completely closed for the entirety of the timer! My body SCREAMED for release and my knees started bouncing SO HIGH! I was on fire again! It felt SOOOO GOOOOOD! Then she made me describe how good it would feel to pee! I could barely speak! So I dumped it in chat as well. "It would feel like a river of bliss! Like my very being was melting! Like all the tension was leaving my body! It would feel like Heaven!" Naturally, this was true torture and my bladder began screaming! Although each spurt was only 1/4 second or so, I lost a few in a row and used every muscle I had to keep the flood at bay! 6.mp4 I BEGGED for permission to close my legs bc I was leaking and I didn't know if I could stop it! Miraculously, she gave me permission to close my legs again! I rolled onto my side and did my best to stop the spurts and dribbles! I was so close to losing it all! 7.mp4 After cumming yet again and barely holding on, she told me to go downstairs and turn on the sink! Naturally, it took me a moment just to get out of bed and I nearly fell on the stairs bc I had to suddenly stop and completely doubled over! By the time I made it to the bathroom, my entire body was covered in sweat! I was moaning so hard, nearly screaming in desperation! My whole body shook furiously as I lost another series of quick but powerful spurts! I thin I'd lost about half of my urine at this point! 9.mp4 I started steaming for a second which I somehow managed to stop and it turned into just a continuous dribble that I couldn't stop no matter what I did! She told me to go into the shower and contemplate wetting! I was torn! I really didn't want to wet and at the same time I WAS UNBELIEVABLY TURNED ON! I just stood there jamming my hands on my crotch and doing the most frantic peepee dance of my life! I swear my heart was going 5000bpm! I eventually got a couple palpitations in a row and my focus shifted to that... My floodgates opened for another set of spurts and I got dizzy and had to lean on the wall for a sec... I eventually ripped my diaper down and sat on the toilet and let go, catching my breath as my remaining pee gushed out of me and my heartrate calmed back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit too much excitement for one night is all. Naturally, I went back to bed in a fresh diaper and slept soundly for through the whole night! The end!

Gleason sat up in her bed, her brown lion’s mane bedhead tangled crazily on top of her head. Her eyes opened slowly, her phone blaring an alarm from somewhere in the bedsheets. She found it, groggily squinting at the bright light of the screen. 2:00 AM. She sat there for a minute and focused on her body. The urge to pee came into focus, sitting uncomfortably inside her. About a 4/10, she figured. She could still feel the cold presence of all the water she’d drank earlier in her belly. She turned the alarm off and went back to sleep. Later, she was awoken by the same alarm. She turned it off and saw 3:00 AM displayed. She was a little antsy at this point, the desire to urinate readily noticeable this time around. Maybe a 6.5/10. Again, she laid her head back down and was asleep in less than a minute. The next alarm is what did it. She sat up and felt around for it a bit more urgently than the last two times. She scooted her hips around while she looked, the need to piss having grown in severity to the point of real desperation. Easily a 9/10. She found her phone and turned off the alarm, her hand immediately going to her crotch afterward. She rocked her weight side to side, swiping her future alarms off. Then she dropped her phone in the bed and rapidly bounced her palm off her knee, her other hand squeezing her privates. She hopped off the bed and pulled a wedgie out of her tight pajama shorts as she hustled out of her room and down the hall, holding herself the whole way there. She winced in discomfort as she slipped her flip flops on, her very full bladder signaling ferociously to be emptied. She slipped out the front door and practically jumped out of her skin when she saw her roommate sitting on the porch. “Holy fuck!” she exclaimed, a spurt of piss saturating the crotch of her underwear. “I’m sorry!” Carlie laughed. “Where are you going this time of night anyway?” She was twitching and trembling, struggling not to break out in a desperate pee dance right in front of her. “W-Well, now I’m going to get a change of pants!” she partially joked as she hurried back in the house. She pressed both hands in between her thighs as she ran past the bathroom and back to her room. She slammed the door and hopped madly around, sticking her hands inside her shorts to hold herself. She sighed as she eyed her large potted plant in the corner. “Sorry, man. It’s gonna have to be you again,” she said breathlessly as she went quickly over to it, dropped her pants, and was already urinating before she was fully in position. “Mmph!” she moaned in relief, biting her lip. Golden liquid spouted out of her and soaked the leaves, dribbling down the plant and filling a puddle that slowly absorbed into the soil. The sound of hissing and pattering filled the room. Her thighs got splattered with the splashback, and a part of the stream trickled down her leg. She put a hand over her deflating bladder and felt it drain. “Ahh~” she moaned, biting her lip. Her pee baby disappeared, and her stream fettered off. She bobbed up and down to drip dry and pulled her shorts back up, giggling as she climbed back into bed. Maybe next time, she’d be able to find somewhere she hadn’t gone before, somewhere weirder, somewhere riskier.

Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating. Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin. And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day. The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light. Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class. Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels. Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet. But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that king of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen. When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration. Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows. She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school. Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. “You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him. A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face. “I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words. Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening. Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament. Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face. Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense. Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time. Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder. Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her. “Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable. “But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up. “Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water. There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school. She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link. [To be continued.] I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon!

I'm just testing the waters with this. I've never considered myself a writer, but I've had an incling to give it a shot for a while now, and this is the opening scene of an idea I've had banging around in my head for months now. I welcome all the feedback you all can give me. 🫠 -------------------------------------- "Hello? Earth to Mimi." Kat said, waving her hand in front of Mimi's face. Mimi blinked back to life, focusing her attention on her friend. "I'm sorry, Kat. What were you saying?" Mimi was trying to stay focused on the conversation. Her attention kept getting pulled to the growing ache in her bladder. "You said there was something important you wanted to talk about, that's why we met for lunch. So, what's up?" "Oh, right. Yeah...umm, well..." Mimi stammered, a wave of nervous energy washing over her. She felt her face burning red with embarrassment. "It's just that..." She trailed off, unable to think straight. Her knees bounced uncontrollably as she wiggled in her seat. "It's okay, Mimi." Kat placed a hand on Miranda's shoulder, "Let it go." "Wh-What?" Mimi was becoming more embarrassed with every second. She wiggled and squirmed uncontrollably in her chair. A wave of pressure rolled across her body, forcing a small whimper, and she jammed her hands into her crotch in a last ditch effort to keep from peeing herself. Kat leaned in so closely her lips where nearly brushing against Mimi's ear. She could feel Kats warm breath against her skin. Kats free hand was caressing Mimis arm, moving slowing downward toward her hands, the only things holding back the flood. With an authority that Miranda found immensely arousing, Kat forcefully pulled Mirandas hands away. "Let it go." Something between a moan and whimper escaped Mimis lips as she began immediately losing the battle with her bladder. She crossed her legs tightly, clenching as hard as her tired muscles would allow, but it was useless. She was already leaking. A small spurt of pee, then another, soaked into her cotton panties. The wetness made them cling to her shaved vulva. Kat pressed her lips against Mimis neck, kissing her gently. Miranda moaned again as another, longer spurt of pee hissed into her panties. "I'm gonna have an accident, Kat." Mimi whimpered, barely stopping the leak. ------------

So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.

Warning: this is a story that heavily features messing with some wetting. If you’re not into the mess/#2 aspect, I respectfully ask you to turn back now. My user name kind of indicates my preference. Thank you *curtsey* Hiyacinth lived on the edge of a forest and was a member of the lower nobility in a small kingdom. Known for her kindness and grace, her beauty was also that which was desired by many men in the neighboring realms. Dark brown curls cascaded down her back and gray eyes reflected a youthful wisdom that seemed older than her 22 years. Though charmed at court and pursued since her coming-of-age six years previous, Hyacinth enjoyed her freedom. Her days with filled with study of nature and explorations of the world around her. This day brought her in pursuit of delicious purple berries to bake into a pie for the upcoming gala. It was to celebrate the betrothal of a dear friend and she wanted to gather enough berries for the pie and for herself. The day was warm and sunny as streaks of light beamed through the canopy and Hyacinth was inspired to wear a pretty yellow gown. Though she longed for trousers that men could wear, society still dictated no ankles be shown and her dress was already a little snug in the bodice, stomach, and posterior. She slid her feet into her leather walking shoes and complete with a basket and shawl, her endeavor began. As she walked, she began to think about the gala. She was very happy for Clothilde and Philip as they were well-suited for each other. She began to think of the suitors vying for her hand and what that would mean for her. She was already past the standard age in which young women began to wed, and Clothilde herself was four years her junior. What man would allow her to continue her pursuits instead of expecting her to deliver his heirs and run his household? Hyacinth snickered at the thought and surprised herself as a sneaky toot unexpectedly squeaked from her cheeks. “Maybe that is why my dress is tight. I have not evacuated in a few days. Perhaps I can relieve myself in a while.” The location of the berries was drawing near and Hyacinth felt the need to piss. She went off trail, pulled her knickers aside and let a hot little stream water the plant life as she hummed to herself. She pulled them back into place; did it a little too quickly as she dribbled a little more and now they were a bit wet. “A wee bit of wee wee!” she giggled. She stood up, noticing a few glistening golden droplets on the leaves and continued on. The bushes were fat with juicy purple berries and abundant to the point that the leaves were choked. Hyacinth’s mouth glistened as her stomach rumbled and she flew into a run, her damp panties rubbing against her lady parts tenderly. She put her shawl on the ground to spare dirtying her knees and fervently plucked the plump treats from their branches. She plucked one in her mouth, moaning quietly as the juice burst through the skin and flooded her tongue with ripe sweetness. She then began to merrily relieve the bush of the burden, delivering two per basket and one in her mouth as her stomach continued to grumble in hunger. When her parcel and belly were full, Hyacinth picked up her shawl once brushing it free from forest debris, wrapped it around her shoulders. By now her panties were dry again and she leisurely traversed the trail while letting her thoughts meander. She chose the route that would bring her to the old worn cobbled bridge, knowing that she wore her comfortable shoes. However, as she drew closer a strange pain flared in her stomach. Hyacinth knew she wasn’t hungry, she ate plenty of berries, so she knelt down by the brook. The sun was warm overhead so she drew off her shawl and dipped it in the clear bubbling water, dripping it into her mouth. The delicious mountain cast-off cooled her thirst and she repeated the gesture a few more times. She rejoined the path and another pain stopped her in her tracks, followed by several loud gurgles and what felt like a brick sliding through her belly. “Oh, perhaps I wasn’t as hungry as I thought. I think the berries helped to hasten my waste. I’d best proceed so I don’t have to poo in the woods.” Hyacinth began to walk the uneven cobbles when a spasm hit and several bursts of air issued forth from her bowels. She let out an “Oof!” as she gripped the splintered railing as the sloshy mixture of porridge, ale, and berries raced toward her bodily exit. Sweat began to bead on the back of her neck dampening her hair as she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Not only would she not make it home, she didn’t think she’d make it off the bridge. She couldn’t foul the roadway, nor could she pollute the water. Hyacinth began to grunt as she was desperate to hold her cheeks closed against the large quantity of muck that was desperate to be released. The sounds issuing forth from her bowels were unnatural and reminded her a little of the trumpets that foretold important announcements. Hyacinth inched her way across the bridge as her bowels began to become more forceful. “I can’t poo myself, I still have such a long walk,” she thought miserably. She very carefully sat down hoping the stones would give added pressure against her quivering backside blossom. She calmed herself, willing her intestines to hold on before she could expel the contents in the forest growth. A loud squawking bird caught her off guard and with a gasp, she looked up. At the same time, her backdoor flew open and she noisily began to fill her panties with semi-solid logs. “What-I’m…nnnngrhh!” The poo oozed out of her bum, one after the other, sloppily flooding her knickers until they overflowed and then plopping onto the less-worn portion of the cobbles. *plurp* *splursh splursh PMMMMMPFF* *glorp* Hyacinth was mortified by the tremendously unladylike sounds that were unleashed from the digestive contents that poured forth. Her panties overflowed, sagging so that she could already feel part of her cheeks exposed under her dress. The load continued once the logs had broken off to become more messy and began to spread to the front, making her lady lips sticky with juicy poopy. Hyacinth felt a rumble which vibrated the slosh in her knickers, forcing more to glop onto the bridge. She looked at her feet, squelching in a pile of filthy mush that had previously been stew and porridge. The hem of her gown was sodden in ochre-colored refuse. Stunned, Hyacinth peered up and could see down the path a casual paramour, Perceval, and blanched. Regaining her wits, Hyacinth gathered up the folds of her gown and quickly finished crossing the bridge, leaving small piles of filth with each step. She stepped off the trail and fled into a copse of trees were she removed her panties. There was more shit than there was fabric! She glanced up, noticing that she could not see through the growth, and overturned the mountain of mess. Her bottom quivered again at seeing the poo drippings and another urge to defecate struck fiercely. Hyacinth barely had time to life her gown out of the way when her bum trumpets sounded again and mushy excrement poured forth with gust. The churning began again and the mush began to expel as more liquid, splashing a little on to the tree and on her feet. She began to silently cry, realizing she had left her berries amidst the many poopy piles. Surely Perceval would become suspicious as the blunder couldn’t be blamed on deer scat or other wildlife. Her gown slipped as another wave hit and she could feel it splash against the fabric and her legs. It was dripping down and she sank further down, not even trying to stop the torrent of waste. It wasn’t long before footsteps sounded and galant Perceval rounded the thicket. His blonde locks were plastered with sweat and large brown eyes took in her disheveled appearance. “My lady Hyacinth! Are you unwell?” He took in her appearance which stated the obvious: her crouch, the tears, her bedraggled hair, the filthy shoes and hem of her gown. As if that wasn’t enough, she would since every few seconds and unleash the mist unladylike of noises from her rear that indicated precisely what she was doing. Perceval couldn’t help but be transfixed as he’d never seen a woman defecate, though he knew that they did. “Please, let me help.” ”I don’t-nnnghhh! I, ugh *slosh* *plop PLOP* I can’t stop pooing!” she finally exclaimed in between spasms. Exasperated, she looked at him with doe eyes as a final high-pitched *frrrrrnnnn* jiggled her copiously covered bum cheeks and Perceval smirked. “Darling, you always were so independent. You’re gracious to others, let someone be kind to you.” Hyacinth sniffled as Perceval carefully stepped over her muck mountains and took her hand to assist her up. She trembled as she slowly craned her neck to glance the back of her gown and quickly turned back, face bright red. “Please don’t look,”she whispered shamefully. “It would be ungentlemanly of me to refuse a damsel in distress,” he sympathized and with his hand in hers, he led her from the trees. Hyacinth tried not to look at the poopies she had left along the way. Her shoes and gown were ruined, ribbons of darkness dribbling down the back, obvious what had occurred, though she optimistically noted her belly wasn’t as tight. Perceval retrieved her shawl and soaked it in the cold water, allowing Hyacinth the opportunity to clean up the thick chunks of poo that coated her bum, pussy petals, and the insides of her thighs. The shawl lay in a heap with the shoes as he offered her a place on his horse. Hyacinth was incredulous. “I’ve just shat my stomach flat and you want to put me on your horse? Why would you torture the poor animal?” Perceval laughed. “It would be very rude to expect you to walk while you are so unwell. I insist.” “But what if I have to poo again?” she asked horrified. “Then I will let you down. I’ll even hold your gown if you need,” he responded warmly. Hyacinth cast her eyes down and blushed. He assisted her in getting up, his cock thickening slightly at the knowledge of her cunt being bare and hearing the gurgling of her belly. It wouldn’t be long before she would needed to allow more juicy poopy out and maybe he could catch a glimpse of those pretty rose cheeks before he turned away as she relieved herself. She sat in front of him on the saddle, the scent of her filthy dress assailing his nostrils, though he would never mention it. He did his best to hold his desire back, though he wondered if she could feel. Before long she was squirming and he haunted his horse. “Please! It’s com-grrrr!” Hyacinth was just out of his lap and off the horse when a spasm pushed her forward against a tree and a fountain of filth ejected from her bum. Perceval which in mute fascination as her gown went from buttercup yellow to a deep brown with pure liquid diarrhea. She cried out with each gush, the ribbons of poo blending to a sickly smelly earth color and the hem dripping with glops of excrement. Hyacinth began to sob, as her crisis came to an end and her sore poopy chute opened and closed around nothing. “I’m disgusting. How can you stand me?” she whimpered. “You are the most dignified woman I know. If this is the worst I will ever see you, every moment with you will only be better.” Hyacinth uncovered her snotty sweaty face and beamed with a smile, considering the circumstances. She raced to his arms, bums chunks plopping, and kissed him. When they married in the autumn, Perceval made sure that she had lots of sunflowers to remind them of the colors and the special messy moment of the beginning of their life together.

Hi, Just wondered if any guys in London or Cambridge UK fancied meeting up to wet and piss together? Maybe some wet games, challenges or forfeits too.... any takers? 🙂

I am pretty sure, most people on here do enjoy peeing their pants, especially the moment of relief when you let go and the warmth spreads nicely around the crotch area and your bum.😉 But do you also enjoy being wet and stay a while in your peed clothes afterwards? Or do you rather want to change as soon as the wetness starts to cool down? Or do you even enjoy letting them dry (on you) and rewet them again later? Personally, I don’t mind being wet after I peed my pants. Especially when I‘m wearing black pants and I am somewhere public the wetness feels extra naughty when nobody can see it. 😈 I recently did another evening walk, having a beer and peeing my shorts multiple times. And with the hot weather outside, the cool wetness felt actually refreshing. And I also enjoyed to rewarm them multiple times. But I wouldn’t get anything out of rewetting these shorts let’s say the next day. How about you guys? Really curious about what the majority thinks about this aspect of our kink.