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Hi all, I love being desperate for the toilet. I love the feeling it gives me all over and I love hearing I read seeing others in that position too. I find it a turn on. One thing that makes it even better for me when ver year very desperate is to have a small leak or a spurt then keep holding on. The wetness of my underwear combined with the fact the the plug was released and now has to be put back in makes the whole experience even more erotic and incredible. I am curious if anyone else likes this aspect too? Holding after a leak or spurt makes it so much harder! I have heard some who after leaking the game is over and the tap isn’t either open or closed. What is your experience of leaking? Can you hold on afterwards or not?

Well, time for the third installment in this little trilogy of the times I peed my pants in the car. So this occurred in 2nd grade, I must have just come from school, as I was still dressed in the uniform khakis, and the white polo if memory serves. I also wore a pair of these Spider-Man Pull-Ups, as it was around late 1st grade to early 2nd grade that Pull-Ups fit me better than the usual diapers. We were driving out of the neighborhood that Saint John Vianney resided in, and heading into the area with all the shops and the public library, that I felt the need to pee. Thinking nothing of it, I simply did as usual when I had to pee and I was sitting. I spread my legs, and let it flow. Unfortunately, I underestimated how much I had to pee. I soon felt my Pull-Up dampen, as usual, but I soon felt my khakis dampen, and then the seat. I would have stopped my flow, but realizing it was too late, simply let go. Once I finished up, I looked at my mom, who was in the seat in front of me. "Mommy, my Pull-Up leaked." I told her. She comforted me, and stopped the car. Opening up my door, she helped me get all non wet clothes off, tossing my soaked Pull-Up into a nearby trash can. This left me in just the polo, and my shoes. She had me sit on a plastic mat, just in case, while we continued the drive to get some spare Pull-Ups at the local CVS.

So tonight I thought I had better practice as I needed a couple of days my landlord is replacing outlet pipes and I have no access to my bathroom. I started needing to go about three hours since my last visit to the bathroom. It started very slow building and I ignored the tingling in my vagina, the slight pushing from my urethra and the uncomfortable full feeling. After 15/20 mins the feeling became more persistent. I was moving around more, a little squirmy and much more aware of my need to pee. by an hour of holding I was bursting! Actively squirming and bouncy, very aware of my need. My nipples were hard, erect and sensitive to touch, my eyes watering, the hairs on my neck even standing up! You could tell a mile away as I crossed my legs one way, then the other, then held myself. The longing to pee continued. But still I held. Now rocking on a cushion, bouncing, rubbing myself in dire need. Then suddenly the silent but fast pounding of my urethra became so intense a drop leaked out. Then a spurt. Still I held on. I inserted fingers and kept rocking. I pee danced i screamed at my body to keep it all inside my body didn’t listen and a spurt escaped. it was an emergency! Ihad started to piss! Still I tried to hold my lips tightly pursed,my entire concentration on holding, my legs moving so much I could hardly handle it sweating swearing shaking my heart racing i ran to the bathroom with my fingers inside myself desperately trying to plug the hole it was too late. the piss cascaded through my knickers down my legs and whooshed into the toilet like a huge torrent it came and it came even as I finished urine continued to drip drip drip from my cotton knickers. you can see how drenched they got. i lasted just five hours. That’s nowhere near long enough. oh dear! 95F35EE9-5A03-42A4-B4FC-C2E092C6FEDE.MOV

I apologize for the length of this chapter, and the relative lack of pee stuff in the first part. But I still hope you love this story as much as I do. There is a little gratuitous foot focus, but that's just me. 😛 Link to Part 4. --------------------------------- It was the strangeness of the bedroom that caused Bethany to stir the next morning. It simply felt different from her old room-- different sounds, smells, the firmness of the mattress. Last night, she had eaten hardly anything at dinner. Now, her stomach’s pangs and growls dashed any hope of going back to sleep. Compounding the discomfort was her heaving bladder. It would not be ignored, but for the moment, grogginess and desire to stay in bed kept their hold on her. Yet another obstacle lay in the temperatures: the air in the room was frigid, while her blankets cocooned her in luxurious warmth. Her half-asleep state encouraged fantasies about easing her discomfort right there. The last time she had wet the bed was third grade. All she remembered was waking up with pajamas full of cold, stale piss stuck to her skin-- little to romanticize. Doing it while awake, though, might be a different story. Not moving at all, feeling the hot stream between her legs swell until it splashed back on itself, tracking the wet patch’s slow creep down her thighs and up her back, even the chance to smell it minutes later-- each of these thoughts brought the promise of bliss. Her tank top and panties were the ones already stinging her nose from a day’s worth of wetting anyway. She writhed and clutched her crotch, moaning upon deciding to do it. Trying to pee lying down at the moment proved to be a lot harder than doing it sitting in the food court chair with an exhausted bladder. After a minute, though, she exhaled, and a stream burst out. Its strength surprised her enough that she reflexively snapped shut again. It was a good start, but now, logic returned to her; totally peeing her bed was a bad idea. She would have been back at square one with her mother questioning her intent. Speaking of her mother, hearing her voice call “Bethany!” up the stairs finally got her to peel back the covers. “Just a minute!” Bethany groaned. There was no way she was going downstairs without relieving herself first. The connected half-bathroom still held a hint of pee-scent in the spots she missed while cleaning. Goosebumps mixed with the freckles on her arms when her cheeks touched the chilly toilet. Still, she sighed. Her stream burbled loudly in the bowl, the sound reverberating out the open door. She would have closed it if she could reach. There was no point to wiping. No way would a little more pee make a difference in the heavily-soiled panties she had already spurted in again. Bethany pulled them up and let the last few drops diffuse into them. The warmth brought a grin. The light from the giant windows downstairs made her squint. Once she recovered, though, the sight to greet her was her mother and grandparents, all hunched over the breakfast table examining a particular piece of mail. “Hey, Beth,” her mother repeated, “Something came for you, from the… RIC Transit Authority?” She handed the envelope over. With furrowed brow, Bethany opened it. A border of green, yellow, and blue stripes, the colors of the Isle of Cress’ flag, decorated the page. The header was the title of the same agency. Sure enough, the island’s transit authority seal was embossed on the stationery as well. On the next line were the words, in block capital letters, NOTICE OF CIVIL INFRACTION Bethany’s heart skipped a beat. It looked serious. “What?” she said, mostly to herself, “What does that even mean?” Her grandma answered, “A civil infraction is like a traffic ticket. Keep reading.” Among the information that followed was the act titled “Defacement of public property” and a check next to “bodily fluids.” The adjacent field showed a penalty of $50. “What?!” Bethany squealed. The shock abated quickly, but the sinking feeling did not. “I kinda got pee on the floor in the airport bathroom, but it was an accident and now they’re giving me a ticket for it. I don’t even have fifty dollars!” She put down the letter and rubbed her temples. “Easy, kiddo,” her grandpa said, rubbing her back, “Your mom told you the people here don’t play around with relieving yourself in the wrong place. No one’s gonna have to pay anything. I’ll tell you what we can do. You just have some breakfast and get cleaned up, then we’ll go down to the courthouse and give ‘em what for. Sound good?” Sniffling while looking back at him, she nodded. Even a breakfast as light as cereal and milk did not go down easily. She should not have had to consider worrying about fines and tickets until she started driving. Trouble with the law remained a terrifying notion. A shower would help her relax. Even if it was in the foreign downstairs “bathroom” which only had a bathtub and shower stall-- sort of the opposite of her room-- the hot water and the prospect of clean clothes were something to look forward to. She had just begun to surrender to the shower’s hot spray when, through the clear glass walls, she looked again at the peed clothes on the floor. Not only did she have no idea what to wear to a courthouse, but other than the tank top and panties way too soiled to put on right after bathing, there was nothing in here for her to wear at all. Not even a spare towel. As if on cue, her grandma opened the door and bustled in, carrying an armload of linens. Bethany turned away, covering her chest and scanty pubic bush. “Grandma! Do you mind?” “Oh, sorry!” she said, “I’ll just put these here then.” She dropped the stack of towels and folded clothes on the counter. With her back turned, she elaborated, “I just remembered you had no towels in here, and your mom and I picked out some clothes for you. Hope they’re okay.” Bethany thanked her for the sweet gesture in a gentler tone. Continentals, dear. Her grandma’s effortless nonchalance, until Bethany made it awkward, got her wondering if she stressed too much about nudity-- especially by Cress standards. Feeling revitalized after the shower, she took her time drying off. The clothes picked out for her were lavender panties, a dark turquoise, long-sleeved knitted shirt that was exceptionally thick and warm, and white skinny jeans. Her grandmother had also brought a black-and-white striped bra. Despite having just begun to need it, the greater coverage of the shirt meant she probably would have forgotten one otherwise. The conservative choices were just as well. Since seeing the letter, getting to hide in any sense was a welcome comfort. Bethany’s white flip-flops were in her bedroom. Or at least, they were once white. The rubber straps still gleamed, but the foam sole had been tinted a dirty yellow. To avoid walking around and carrying the piss-scent with her would probably be better. When the time came to leave, she trusted it would be okay to go without them. The truck smelled only faintly of the past day’s events. The four rode with the windows cracked-- the best compromise between dissipating the odor and not getting a face full of bracing wind much colder than before. Even across from the taller capitol building, the courthouse’s columns loomed. Bethany gripped her mother’s hand. However, pressing forward was her only real choice. She went with the others through the pair of giant doors. Her grandpa did the talking. He led them up to the clerk, letter in hand, and cleared his throat. “Good morning. My granddaughter here got this notice and we’d like to contest the charge.” The clerk took the letter and looked through his bifocals at the details. A minute’s worth of tapping at his computer saw him issue them each a name tag, and a packet of papers to Bethany. “Alright, so you’ll just need to give these papers to the girl in the next room, and she’ll handle the rest.” Bethany thanked him, and they were off. The “next room” was arranged as rows of chairs. A handful of people sat waiting. “Hello,” a soft voice called. A girl about Bethany’s age had approached them with a clipboard. Her most striking feature was the pin-straight auburn hair that draped to her waist in lustrous sheets. Beneath was a lacy white minidress and black flats. “I can take your packet there. There’s snacks and water in that corner, otherwise have a seat anywhere.” Bethany handed it over, and picked a chair. The girl whisked the papers away through the next door. “See, kiddo?” her grandpa said, sitting next to her, “Not so bad.” She grinned weakly back at him. Soon, though, the nerves returned. She attempted to soothe her dry mouth with water in a paper cup, gulping one refill after another until feeling a twinge between her legs. That brought with it an entirely new reason to worry. She returned to her seat, the multiple cups of water now in her stomach a reminder that the bladder problems of yesterday were still not resolved. Here she was challenging it again. I’m not going to pee myself, she resolved. I’m feeling better, and can hold it at least until I see a toilet, if not any longer. Still, she crossed her legs. Twenty minutes passed. Her bladder’s gentle tingling had turned into a mild, but constant press, with occasional swells she strained to resist. At least the girl working here had returned. She plopped down across from Bethany. “Finally a break,” she said, “Mind if I sit here?” Wide-eyed, Bethany agreed. “Not at all.” “Cool.” The girl smiled. When she lifted her arms to move her long locks out of her face, she revealed, alongside the red-brown tufts in her armpits, a name tag. The part Bethany could see read ‘Mary.’ Bethany’s mom and grandparents offered to move so the girls could have some space. Bethany did not even know her, and already thought she was a little strange. However, her family would probably not want to limit her chances of a friend on this remote island. She took the hint and extended her hand. “I’m Bethany.” The girl shook it, replying, “I know.” She giggled, but then clarified, “Saw it on your papers.” Bethany put on a sly grin. “Well, I know your name is Mary. Saw it on your name tag.” Even if the interaction was basic, it kept her mind off her bladder. “Kind of,” she said, “I go by Mary Ellen. ‘Mary’ just sounds so… plain.” “I guess it is,” Bethany said, trying not to bounce her knees, “So you work here every day?” “For now, I guess,” Mary Ellen explained. “Three days a week during the summer. I won’t have to worry about volunteer hours, like, ever.” “Honestly I haven’t thought about it at all,” Bethany confessed. The ease at which she had begun to share with Mary Ellen surprised her. “I lived in the U.S. until yesterday and I’m still just working on surviving.” Mary Ellen giggled again. “Welcome then. I’d say we’re a weird island, but I was born here, so I say everywhere else is weird. Speaking of which, don’t people, like, never go barefoot in America?” She looked pointedly at Bethany’s lack of shoes. “Yeah, pretty much,” Bethany said, curling her feet under the chair, “One thing that’s cool here is that shoes aren’t as big a deal.” Mary Ellen lifted her feet off the floor and smiled. “Actually, the only place I won’t go barefoot is in here. They clean every day, but I’m still scared of what’s on the floor because you see all sorts of gross people.” Bethany curled her feet under the chair. “I would have worn mine today if I hadn’t--never mind.” She stopped herself from mentioning her accident. “It’s slow today, so don’t worry about it.” Mary Ellen glanced around before speaking again. “I did get a glance at your papers, by the way.” “Oh?” Bethany said. The comment could have meant anything. “You’ll get to see the judge.” A flash of nerves hit her. “What am I supposed to say?” “It’s going to be a bench trial, which means no lawyers or jury or any of that stuff to worry about. Just tell him the truth. Was it an accident?” Bethany scoffed. “Of course it was an accident! Who pees on the floor?” Her bladder lunged, making her cross her legs again. It was going to be her for the second time soon. Mary Ellen shrugged. “It could happen.” “If you say so.” Mary Ellen pulled out her phone and rose from her chair. “Ooh, I should probably check back. It’s been nice to meet you though! Good luck.” Bethany waved her off, returning to her family for another twenty minutes. By now, the increasing pressure in Bethany’s bladder meant crossing her legs was beginning not to be enough. At all times there was a pee drop making a hotspot in her crotch, ready to escape at the first lapse in effort. She had let the drop-- once or twice, much more than a drop-- go several times. The leaks made a cooling line in her panties down to the seat. With her legs closed, she worried little about who might see, and dribbled with relative abandon. It was perhaps better to let out some now, than try to hold it all and suffer another disaster. The urge to pee continued to grow. Her pants were getting too wet, however. She would have to hold the rest. Compared to slowly dribbling, it was a lot harder. She wiggled her legs, shifted from one side of the chair to the other, and eventually jammed a heel against her pee-hole. Holding remained taxing enough that she began to get warm in her shirt’s thick material. Her mother noticed her tugging at the fabric and flushing in the cheeks. “It is a little stuffy in here,” she said, “Take something off if you’re hot.” Bethany laughed at the joke, then it hit her: that was a perfectly good solution. The grandparents agreed it was fine, and she shucked the wooly garment over her head. Being around so many people in her panties did not strike her as being this exposed. On the plus side, it was cooler, but it also meant she could wrap it around her waist for extra protection, should she pee more in her jeans. She was about to release a long stream when Mary Ellen emerged from the doors. “Bethany Tucker!” she called. Bethany allowed herself to be ushered into the courtroom proper. Her family was directed to some seats, while she continued past a uniformed bailiff and up to the defendant’s place. A man in a black robe and powdered wig, appearing equally ridiculous and terrifying as the unmistakable judge, sat at the front, looking down on the crowd. Mary Ellen delivered Bethany’s packet of papers to him. Bethany stared at the ominous figure, fidgeting badly in her damp panties and jeans with the shirt tied around them. On top was nothing but her black-and-white striped bra. It felt like a scene out of a nightmare. The name plate on the judge’s desk read “Lance Rowan.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, we have CR number 2019887. And what’s your name, miss?” “Bethany Tucker,” she said, a little too quickly. “Miss Tucker…” Judge Rowan began, scanning through her packet, “Fourteen years old, American applied for dual citizenship… You were cited for defacement of public property by bodily fluids, which carries a fifty-dollar fine. Do you understand the charge?” She looked around. A crowd of people occupied the chairs at the back, all witnessing her shame. “Yes, sir.” “I have the officer’s report here, but do you mind telling us what happened?” “Well,” she stammered, blushing rapidly. Mary Ellen and the dozen strangers were there to hear all the juicy details, and to watch her twist, dip, and wiggle every moment. The judge urged, “I know it may be difficult to talk about, Miss Tucker. But we need your side of the story. The whole truth.” If he wanted the whole truth, he’d get it. “Alright.” She steadied herself with a breath. “My mom and I had just gotten off the plane from Montreal. I hadn’t, uh, taken a comfort break since before the plane took off, and I was having trouble finding an accommodation afterward. I finally found one in the airport, but it made me sign in. By that point it was really hard to hold on, and when I saw the toilet, it all just started coming out. I got to it as fast as possible but got a lot of pee on the floor.” She was hunched over and all but in tears at this point. The judge looked satisfied, but sharing the colorful parts had gotten easier. “I’m really sorry! I’ll try not to do it again, but it’s been hard to adjust. I’m not used to holding and keeping it to myself! Even right now I have to go so bad, I’m trying not to make a mess here too.” Both hands were locked in her crotch. He momentarily scowled. “Young lady, the only thing you ‘have’ to do right now is stop using that kind of crude language in my courtroom, and get better at handling your private business in the future. Case dismissed.” A clap of his gavel confirmed it. Bethany gasped. A little more pee had spurted out, but more importantly, she had won. “Thank you!” she managed, and shot Mary Ellen a wave before being escorted out the side door. She exchanged hugs with her family. “You’re not a jailbird yet,” her grandpa said, “What do you want to do to celebrate? How about ice cream?” “It sounds nice, grandpa,” Bethany said, “But I need to go home. I’m not kidding.” She trembled, still holding her crotch and pee-dancing pathetically. His cheer dulled just a little. “I know you want to, Beth,” he said, eyes full of sorrow, “But you heard the judge. This is the Isle of Cress, and you need to manage your liquids. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck at home forever, or right back in there for another round. And I’m sorry, but I’d rather you not get the truck wet again either.” Her first instinct was to cry, but enough of that. All of them were right; she was a big girl now. “I understand, grandpa.” She steeled her bladder and appeared to perk up as if by magic, “Ice cream sounds good.” “‘Attagirl. We can go to the ice cream spot right over there. It’s the one your grandma and I went to at your age.” Bethany smiled. She had dodged the fine, their sentiments were genuine, and ice cream sounded great. Plus, she had a plan. The chilly air and tile in the ice cream shop raised goosebumps on her bare skin, and while her trembling intensified, she leaked only a little when ordering her cup of cheesecake swirl. Come on, come on, she urged her family silently. There were picnic tables outside. The weather was overcast and not as warm as the previous day, but warmer than the shop. Plus, she was less likely to get in trouble if her ‘plan’ failed. She made sure her shirt was tucked properly under her. With the first spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, she released her pee. She moaned loudly, as if the taste of the ice cream, not the incredible sensation of filling her jeans with warmth was the cause. The temptation to let it all out at full blast was overwhelming. She did for a few seconds, trusting that the splashing was drowned out by passing cars. The visible wet spot was beginning to show on her front, though, which was not good. She had no choice but to apply her weak muscles again to slow the stream. Her shirt continued to absorb the moisture admirably. A few furtive glances showed that while her crotch, butt, and upper thighs were drenched, the makeshift diaper had stopped all but a few disobedient splats from reaching the boards of the deck beneath. Plus, since the shirt was a dark color to begin with, her sneaky pee might still go unnoticed. She pushed another hot dribble or two into her panties, not particularly caring where they went. She was not completely empty, but relief was hers. To sell further the act that nothing was wrong, she continued to fidget as realistically as possible. Just enough to avoid drawing attention. It seemed to work until they had returned to the truck. “You okay, kiddo?” her grandpa asked. “Huh?” Bethany said, her heart already quickening. Surely she had been caught. “Not gonna need you to wipe down my seat when we get home, am I? Looks like you’ve got things a little more under control now." “Oh, yeah,” she said, making sure her hands were deep enough between her legs to hide the wet spot, “I should be alright.” “Good girl.” She smiled. Whew. Just a short ride and a little luck later, she scampered up to her bedroom. Her turquoise shirt, after being untied, hit the polished wood with a slap. Now Bethany’s heart raced for another reason. She stood before a full-length mirror in the corner and inspected her jeans, white except for a grey-yellow region which spotted the front and fully covered her rear. She glanced toward the toilet for the lasting signals in her bladder, but reconsidered. There was no harm in wetting herself a little more. Biting her lip, she pushed while standing. A punctuating spurt a little longer than expected tracked down her leg. With a bit more effort, she made it reach all the way to the ankle and drip off the side of her foot, leaving a tiny puddle on the floor. Before peeling off her wet jeans and wiping the spot, she took a moment to admire her work. She giggled. I guess this island’s pee-shyness has kind of backfired on me.

View File Messy Diaper Girl Danni This dirty girl gets tied and forced to get an enema and diaperd. She the tries to hold it until she unloads in her diaper untill it starts to leak and overflow. You can see a big brown and yellow situation in her diaper when it's all over I have this entire collection of wetting,messing and diaper as well. Will upload overtime Submitter melikai Submitted 12/16/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Diaper  

Master and I needed to get some Christmas shopping done, so we took His Sons to my parents' house for the weekend, conversed for a bit and then I grabbed my diaper bag, ran into the bathroom, changed my wet diaper, put on a dry one and off we went to the mall! The mall was, of course, packed to the hilt and Master said we could take our time, traverse the crowds and see what gifts we could find. Happily and proud, I walked beside Master and perused the "finer" goods of an overpriced mall and within thirty minutes I realized there was a warmth in my diaper, after a quick check, Master said it wasn't much and we carried on. I must have leaked, slowly, into my diaper off and on for a good solid two hours when I felt it...the slow trickle of urine sliding down the inside of my thighs and onto the tops of my feet. "Master." I said softly, tugging on His arm. "What is it, baby?" He asked, turning from the jacket He thought on buying for His Father. "I have to find the restroom, Sir -- I'm leaking." Of course, this brought a look of disdain to His face as we were far from the bathrooms and I was supposed to be checking myself. I knew the look well and I knew it meant I wouldn't be changing myself any time soon. "No." His tone was simple and succinct in its delivery...and I just nodded in return -- He was upset with me. Falling quiet, I felt more and more lines of urine staining my flesh and as Master was paying for the jacket He finally chose, I was actively leaking large streams of urine out of the leg holes of my diaper. Thankfully, there was no one else there, but the puddle was visible and my feet and legs were soaked. My diaper completely full, it was hard to walk without a waddle and suddenly I felt the world looking at me. Being incontinent there was no way to stop any dribbling or further accidents, but Master walked towards the restrooms and nodded towards the females. "Go," He said and I nodded with a short bow of my head, before turning to change my diaper. I kept a check on it for the rest of the day.

So I wet myself today after a long time. I drank a lot of water before leaving work but went straight to the toilet to pee after that. Foolish me... As if that's gonna work. Obviously the water was still waiting to go to my bladder. I go home with a friend on his motor bike. So I waited for him for 15-20 mins and as soon as I sat on his bike I felt it - the familiar feeling in my abdomen. It was a 40 minute ride and obviously I wasn't going to stop him in the way just so I could take a leak. Like who can't hold his pee for 40 minutes? Apparently, it's me. I can't. All the way I was holding myself down there because one down side of sitting on a bike is that you can't even bring your legs together. It wasn't helping much but it still gave me the confidence that I could hold. It's s 5 minute walk from the place he drops me off to my home. It is a pretty isolated place so I thought that I would just pee as soon as I got off. However, all this holding myself had given me some other naughty ideas. I decided to hold it till I got home and then wet myself as it had been so long. That 5 minute walk to my home was so uncomfortable. It hurt so much down there, it's like the pee was at the tip and about to come out. But since I was walking so fast there was no way I could let go. I even tried it once when I was close to my home - letting go a little bit while walking. Nothing happened. But because of trying this, when reached the elevator and was waiting for it to arrive, I felt a few drops come out impulsively. It started to hurt even more so I relaxed a bit and I let out a huge spurt. I felt the droplets running down the inside of my right leg. If it wasn't for the 2 guys who got into the elevator with me, I sure would have wet myself then and there. But I held it in with the last strength I had left, reached my home, threw my pants on the bed, took out my phone, went into the toilet and wet through my underwear. P.S I am so sorry for the bad lighting - I was really desperate and didn't really notice that. Idk if you can notice that or not but my undies were pretty wet already. To compensate for that, I have included some pics of how it looked afterwards. VID_20181206_193429.mp4 (Idk why the video won't attach in the player) VID_20181206_193429.mp4

Hi All - I was stuck in traffic on my way home from work and could barely hold it. I leaked a little. Thankfully it didn't get onto my pants, only my underwear. Hope you enjoy. 🙂 Feel free to make requests. Stuck in Traffic, almost made it.mp4

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This is the story of the time I held on the longest I can remember! My dad worked for British Rail so I had the privilege of having some free train passes I could use when I was a teenager. I have an uncle and aunt who live in London so I arranged to go and visit them one Easter. It was a long train journey but as I love train travel it was very relaxing. So I was always (still am) somewhat embarrassed to say to anyone when I need to use the bathroom. When I was staying at my aunts I tried to not go very often and would sit and chat and hold on for as long as I could. I would never go during the night either incase I woke anyone so spent the week holding every day so many times! Their bathroom was off the kitchen and somehow if I did muster the courage to go I would inevitably meet my cousins in the kitchen or my aunt and they would want to chat! By the time I had got to the kitchen I was usually almost wetting myself and it was so difficult to remain social and decent while on the verge of wetting! I do recall dancing feverishly a couple of times and looking longingly at the bathroom so often. I never gave my aunt my dirty washing that week as every pair of pants had wet patches that week! Anyway, this particular night that week we had all sat in the kitchen having Sunday dinner. The sun was shining into the room making it warm and I remember drinking a few glasses of water with my meal. As was normal we had been to church together that morning and I was booked on the train home the next day. During dinner one of my cousins (three girls the oldest being about five years younger than me) mentioned that the youth group had a meeting on and suggested we all go since it was my last night with them. It sounded fun so about an hour after dinner my aunt gave us all a bottle of water each and some sweets and we ploughed into my uncles car to go to the youth event. The church was just twenty minutes drive away so I was expecting us to go there. I had not been in the car long when I felt a familiar tingle in my privates and realised I should have gone to the bathroom before we left. By the time we had been in the car about twenty five minutes so I was not at all worried assuming we would arrive any minute. The car kept driving. I foolishly drank som more water from the bottle as it was hot in the back of the car. I was aware I needed the bathroom a bit but I was still fairly comfortable. I looked out the window and tried to enjoy the ride while I listened to my cousins chat to their dad. Half an hour later and we were still driving! By now I had my kegs crossed and I was wondering where we were going! From what one of the girls was saying it seemed this was a joint churches thing and we were heading for another church out of town. Surely we had to be there soon? And surely there would be a toilet when we got there. Finally we pulled into a car park and my uncle turned off the engine. We had been in the car an hour now and I had last used the bathroom over four hours previously and since then I had consumed a lot of liquid! I went to open the door but there was a child lock on and the others were not getting out anyway. I really wanted to ask where we were and if we were getting out. Mostly I wanted to ask if there was a toilet anywhere I could use but I was way too shy for that. I should say this was before the days when mobile phones were standard though my uncle did seem to have one as they were pretty well off. We sat in the pitch black car park for ten minutes of more. I could see a building nearby but like everywhere else it too was in pitch darkness. If I had not been with relatives I would have been a bit scared to be honest. The only good thing about the darkness was I was able to hide my need to wee more. I placed my hand between my crossed legs and shifted around in my seat. I could feel the need much stronger and I was certain if we went home I would never last the hours journey. There was no way I could wet myself though as I was staying with relatives for one thing, I would be far too embarrassed for another and my uncle would not be happy if I damaged his car. I needed a bathroom so bad though! It was getting harder to sit still! Eventually my uncle decided to call someone. We had been in the car park over twenty minutes now and I was bursting for a pee and no idea where we were or when I would be able to go! I could hear the person on the other end of the phone telling my uncle that he was in the wrong place but suggesting we go to their house for a while instead! I hoped so badly that they lived near by. I really really needed to find a bathroom and time was running out.... My uncle switched off the phone and started the car up. I was so glad it was dark outside as I was able to have one hand wedged between my legs pushing against my vagina to try and hold my pee in. Despite having a seat belt on I kept moving around too. My cousins seemed engrossed in conversation with their dad talking about where we were now going and how they were excited etc. I was dearly wishing it would be close by and trying to figure out how I would get out the car dry when we got there. I was so bursting I actually remember putting my hands inside my trousers and pants and stroking myself. I was so embarrassed but had my body facing the car window so no-one could see. I was practically dancing in my seat and my face was screwed up. My bladder was hurting and I was getting concerned. Finally we pulled into the driveway of a very posh house. It turned out to be the church minister and his wife and they invited us all inside. My cousins were hugging them and so excited and I was standing there crossed legged hoping someone would say hello to me so I could ask quietly if I could use their bathroom please! While I stood there I felt a few drops leaking out of me and I had to suddenly shift position to try and stop myself peeing myself in a posh house in front of family and strangers. They had set up this sort of snug/TV room for us all and laid on a bit of a spread with sandwiches, juice, cakes etc. We all got comfy and I found myself sitting at the end of the sofa closest to the ministers wife who was on a large arm chair knitting. They turned on a TV and put a movie on which I have no idea what it was as all I could think of was the fact I was about to wet myself! With all the chatter and the noise of the movie I muttered to myself ‘I need the toilet so bad’ but no-one seemed to hear! Why could I not just admit I was bursting to pee and ask to use their bathroom?? Instead I sat back in the sofa and crossed my legs tightly. I was sat bolt upright and must have looked so uncomfortable. There was a small coffee table beside me and the ministers wife reminded me politely that I had a glass of juice and snacks I could have. Just looking at the glass of juice was making me so nervous. I picked up a sandwich and politely ate it though all I wanted really was a bathroom break. My bladder was aching now as I had been holding for almost two hours and not been to the bathroom for over five hours. I shifted about and tightened my muscles all I could. I even slipped my head between my crossed legged desperately longing to finger myself as the closer I got to wetting myself the more turned on I got! The noise settled as everyone else finally started to watch the movie. I tried watching it but I could not focus on anything other than the fact I was about to burst! I took a deep breath and said really quietly ‘Excuse me please, could I use your bathroom.’ Unfortunately right at that moment the movie had a loud part which completely drowned out my whisper and no-one responded. I could feel the tears behind my eyes as my urethra was pounding so hard against my vagina, my pussy lips were swollen beyond belief, my clit was rock hard and I was so wet and open. For a second I froze as a spurt leaked out just as my urethra pushed down for the millionth time that night. I could not take this a second longer. I swallowed hard, put my head down to avoid eye contact and almost cried out, ‘Please please could I use your bathroom. It’s quite urgent’ And right at that point I stood up as another drip leaked.... As I stood there, vulnerable, dripping and blushing I could feel my entire body shaking. I had reached the point of no return and if I was delayed more than a minute longer I would flood the room with hot steamy fluid! Without so much as lifting her eyes from her knitting the ministers wife said ‘of course! Up the stairs, third on the right.’ What? In a property the size of this and they had no downstairs loo? How was I ever going to make it upstairs? My urethra was pushing against my wet pants now so fast it was like a steam train about to crash. I HAD to pee. I HAD to. I jammed both hands instinctively between my legs, put my head down in utter embarrassment and bent over. Now to find this heavenly longed for place when I could relax, open myself up fully and explode like a waterfall at the edge of a cliff. My hands could feel my trousers were already damp now and I needed every ounce of energy I had to keep myself from just surrendering to my own body, allowing it the precious release it needed and relaxing into the inevitable. I knocked the room door closed with the back of my foot, leaned against the old Victorian hallway and fell back against the wall. Here was I, in my late teens, an everyday girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, navy trousers, a flowery cream and navy blouse on, deep brown eyes and breasts that only just jutted out more than my overfilled and bursting bladder. My eyes filled with tears as my knees bent and my back fell against the cold wall as I grasped myself between my legs for dear life. Finally I could undo the top of my trousers as I tried to stop myself from the inevitable, bursting open for all to see and hear! I slid one hand inside my trousers, inside my wet and warm pants and grabbed my pee hole with my fingers for all I was worth. How had I got to this state? Why was I simply unable to ask to go earlier? Now I had taken myself to a totally extreme situation where not only was I about to wet my clothes but I was also so incredibly close to having a sexually public experience in the hallway of a ministers house! What was I thinking? I saw the stairs and made a run for it...well running with open trousers, wet pants, a body bent over, a bladder sloshing about and a finger inside your leaking pussy is a site to behold I can tell you! With my free hand I held onto the railing and willed myself to hold another second...and another...and another... The tears dropped from my eyes in sequence with drops from my urethra onto my hand. I was beyond bursting and if anyone saw me I knew I would just let go. My heart was pounding, my skin sweating, my vagina screaming. Each step up those stairs was both painful and orgasmic as each drop ran down my inside leg causing electric shocks right through me! The third door seemed like an absolute eternity away. I was past being dignified. I was past holding back now. As I reached the light coloured carpeted landing I kicked my trousers off then and there. (My shoes had been removed when I came in so I only had my socks on). It didn’t even cross my mind how I would manage to come back for them or what if they were found. This was an emergency and I could not have them getting any wetter. The gusset of my flowery cotton pants was so wet and warm so as I continued to struggle on I used my spare hand to pull them down too. So here I am staggering along a hallway naked from the waist down in someone’s house with hot sexy pee running out of me despite all I could do to prevent it! One drip on the carpet. And another. Where was this door? Where was the bathroom I so desperately, longingly yearned for? Finally I came to the third door, pushed it open, and tore my hand away as I ran dripping and panting for the toilet. I turned and tried sitting down just milliseconds before a torrent of hot streaming release escaped me. It was pouring out of me so fast before I even had time to rest my bottom on the seat. I was shaking, crying and laughing all at the same time! I rested my bum cheeks on the cold plastic seat and finally relaxed as hours and hours of build up finally took its toll on my whole body. My head tipped back, my eyes closed and my mind taken to a place of utter relaxation and peace finally. This was a needed pee. This was a never needing climax that was heavenly indeed. The speed at which my body released that day was second to none. The amount of liquid, the intensity and the feelings of total release have yet to be repeated. I could not control what was happening to me. The bathroom door was wide open, I could be watched, heard or touched by anyone and I could not have cared. I was in another realm altogether, in another world, where all that mattered was getting this climax, this release. For all I could not say a word earlier about my need to pee all of a sudden here in the bathroom, alone, naked from the waist down with my discarded damp clothing in the hallway outside, I could not keep quiet. ‘Ah, ah, ah’ ‘Oh, oh, oh’ ‘This...is....heaven’ I screamed as my entire body pulsated with release, passion and ecstasy. The urine kept on coming in waves, mixed with so much mucus that ran out of me uncontrollably. Time stood still as my body reached its ultimate high. Then I sat there, suddenly aware that this went beyond peeing. Suddenly aware the door was open, I was half naked, exposed, spent and fulfilled in every sense of the word. It took over a minute before I was able to regain any sort of composure. I wiped my tired running pussy with paper. It sent more shivers throughout my body but I couldn’t go there again. I was exhausted but oh oh so happy. The tears in my eyes now were those of pure delight, happiness and peace. Whatever had just happened to me was something incredibly special, wonderful, heavenly. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and yawned. I was spent. Fully and utterly.

one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.

Hey guys It’s been ages since I’ve written anything on here, but it’s been nearly two months since I somehow managed to find myself a girlfriend! She makes me very happy, even more so that she is willing to share in my fetish, she was a bit apprehensive at first, but she soon opened up to me fully, and whilst we have had some Omo fun which I will share later, she also shared with me many stories of how her tiny bladder has got her into problems in the past. The first story I’m going to share is one of those fantasy situations that I’m pretty sure we all dream of: Multiple girls all desperate to pee at once. So I will set the scene, my girlfriend and 5 of her female friends decided it would be a great idea to see who could drink the most water out the group during a lesson. So they all started to drink. Now my girlfriend is short and skinny, with ginger hair. Friend 1 was average height and quite plump, with long brown hair and tanned skin. Friend 2 was really tall and skinny with short brown hair with really pale skin. Friend 3 was quite tall yet plump, with darker skin and black hair, whilst 4 and 5 were average heights and builds, both pale with 4 having short brown hair and 5 blonde hair. Now they all drank a lot of water really quickly and like my girlfriend, all seemed to have tiny bladders, so very quickly they were extremely desperate. It was in this moment that one of them had the bright idea to see who could hold their pee for the longest. This proved to be a bad idea, as all of them were extremely desperate they were all squirming in their seats and openly holding themselves, and my girlfriend told me she started to leak within a few minutes of needing to pee, she was that desperate. A side note on my girlfriend, to my absolute delight she has a really tiny bladder, a couple of glasses of water or a bottle is enough to make her close to wetting, so for her to drink this much and not be able to immediately pee must of been absolute torture for her, but I digress. Going back to the story, naturally all the girls asked the teacher permission to run to the bathroom, and the teacher said yes to everyone but my girlfriend. Now his reasoning behind this was that there were too many people going already and that she needed to finish her homework, however my girlfriend tried to plead with him saying that she couldn’t wait and she would have an accident if she didn’t go now, but he just ignored her. The friends all struggled to their feet, now holding the hems of their skirts as they were now in public, and they slowly minced off to the bathroom. Leaving my girlfriend sat alone, struggling to hold on to the ocean of pee inside her. Now that her friends were gone my girlfriend was frantic, squirming about and holding herself, and slowly spurting into her panties, slowly soaking them. After a few minutes, her friends started to come back, and my girlfriend said she was slowly starting to lose it at this point. It’s when one of her friends shook her water bottle at her and she lost a good spurt into her panties, my girlfriend knew she was about to wet herself. She slowly stood up and leaked a couple more drops, then she held onto the hem of her skirt as she slowly walked to the toilet, leaking pretty regularly, her pee starting to run in streams down her tightly crossed legs. When she got to the toilet, my girlfriend found that all three stalls were occupied, and so she had to wait there in agony, her spurts getting longer and longer, until she was stood there bouncing, tights pulled down and both hands buried in her crotch As she slowly started to wet herself. Just as she thought she was going to stand there and completely lose it, one of the toilets flushed, causing my girlfriend to leak heavily for a second, and then the cubicle door opened. My girlfriend immediately rushed in, no longer able to completely stop the stream, and as she saw the toilet she stream got stronger. She bounced in desperation and bit her lip as she held herself with one, slippery, hand, whilst desperately trying to lock the toilet door. A few precious seconds later the door locked and my girlfriend hastily pulled down her soaked and ruined panties and let the stream flow unhindered into the toilet. According to my girlfriend she peed for over a minute (absolute ages for her!) And is the best pee she has ever had in her life, including the pee’s she has had when I’ve made her hold for me, so it must have been good. when she got back to her table she was teased a bit by her friends, but she soon found ot that both friend 1 and friend 4 leaked into their panties whilst queueing for the toilet, and she told me that friend 3 looked like she had even though she denied it, not that they could tell due to the black skirts they all wore! Thank you for reading, I know it’s been a bit long but I got a writers bug, so had to share, as always Commends and criticism is welcome as long as it is constructive. I have many more stories to share, some which I helped to cause and witnessed first hand if people are interested, just need to let me know.

A 23 year old girl made me a custom wetting video where she was desperate to pee but locked out of the bathroom. She was dancing in her shorts and begging to be let in. After a while she got in after she leaked a bit into her shorts. As she pulled her shorts down she started loosing control before she could get her white cotton pantie down and flooded her panties over the toilet with a loud hissing sound. She did not agree to sharing the video but agreed to share the photos. I even bought the pair of panties that she had the accident in. Let me know if you need her mail address as she agreed that I can share it with the community.

So this happened about 2 years ago during the summer. I went to a music festival called Shambhala, up in British Columbia with some friends of mine who I had gone with our first time the, prior year. We planned on camping for 4 days, as the festival goes for quite awhile. Shambhala is one of the top 10 biggest electronic music festivals in the world and goes for almost a week. We were going to be there for the 4 concert days. The headliners were Excision, Rezz, and a few others, it’s been awhile. This story happened on the 3rd day I was there. So we were getting ready to head into the festival around 8PM for our first set. The festival goes all night until about 8AM so we’d be in there a long time and I planned on wearing a Dry 24/7 diaper into the festival for the night. Since we were all sharing a tent, there was almost no privacy to change in there, but I eventually found a time where everyone was out doing something and I got it on. I put my diaper on at about 7:30 and I had a pair of plastic pants that I pulled on over the top to contain any leaks. I was worried that I didn’t have a diaper to change into so when this one got full, I’d have to go commando for the rest of the night. I was also worried about throwing the diaper away inside the festival and how I’d be able to separate from my friends to change out of it. Regardless, I put it on and threw on my festival clothes over the top and finished getting ready with everyone else. About 8 hit and we were about to walk in when I realized that I didn’t pee before putting my diaper on, which was a mistake that would make me spend the entire time in a wet diaper. I decided to wet it then while I still didn’t have to go that bad so that I could really control where in the diaper I was getting wet. I have a very analytical mind when it comes to using and wetting diapers, I like to get as much use out of them as possible so I try to start wetting them in places the pee won’t naturally get like the very top front and back. Since I’m a guy I start with my equipment up to get the front and when it’s soaked, move it to point down. So there I am not even into the festival yet with a wet diaper. Boy was I glad I brought the plastic pants. Once we finally got rolling, we got to the stage and danced for awhile. I was wearing my 2L camelback because I was enjoying some party favors that mean you need to stay hydrated that night. About 9PM we started feeling things and I needed to pee again, which I did while dancing slowly with my legs wide apart. Nobody noticed a thing even though I was standing with my friends. We went from stage to stage and as I needed to, I wet my diaper, thinking better slow and steady than as a flood. It was all going to come out anyways. As we danced I drank water from my Camelback and finished it in 2 hours. By 10PM I needed to refill my water and I went alone because my friends would be in the same place. While I was out I gave my diaper a quick check, it was getting squishy but not overly so yet. I hurried back and we danced for another hour. By this time I had to go again but I held it, thinking that I could prolong the life of the diaper by keeping it at it’s current state for awhile. I finally went when at around midnight our group split and I was with only one other friend. We went to refill our water packs again too. I’d drunk almost 4 litres of water at this point, and sweated a good portion out. When we were walking to the next stage he tapped me on the shoulder and said “Do you smell that? It kind of smells like pee.” I freaked out and my mind wasn’t in the greatest state to come up with excuses. I lamely said “I’ll bet somebody was just peeing over there on the side of the path.” He gave me a look that was like “Come on dude” and he said “I don’t think so, I haven’t seen anybody do that at all” (The festival culture is so against that anyways and I doubt somebody would, which made it all the more obvious.) I still told him that I didn’t know what the smell was and he let me go with a knowing look. I think that he thought I just peed my pants but was too embarrassed to say anything. Which I prefer to knowing what was really going on. By this time my diaper was really soggy and it’s no wonder that he could smell it. When I finished with that last pee, I flipped my equipment facing down so that I could use all the butt and bottom now. When I reached it to flip it, I could tell that it had leaked a bit into the plastic pants because the outer shell was damp inside the plastic pants. It was an impressive size diaper bulge as the padding had swollen up quite a bit. About now I was worried that my diaper wouldn’t make it much longer, and it really was full, but I knew that when you’re standing, diapers can take more punishment because it can pool up in the low parts and I had my plastic pants on. I planned on using it until it was so soaking wet that it was leaking down my legs a bit and then take it off. It already felt like I was pretty soggy. We went to another stage and I was holding my pee for about 45 minutes before It got so bad that I decided that I had to go. I let it out in small bursts about the rate of one every five minutes or so to spare my diaper, which was torture because my bladder was filling at about the same rate so it felt like I still had to go really bad. Every time that I let out a burst I expected it to be the one where I felt leaks, but it kept holding everything although I’m sure the plastic pants were getting some use. Whenever I let out a spurt it felt like the pressure inside the diaper went up a bit and I was astonished. How could this diaper keep holding up? I seriously thought this diaper would tap out hours ago. I was surrounded by a warm soaked diaper and it felt fantastic. I found a chance to slip my had in my pants and feel the outside of the plastic pants and there was a small pool of pee at the bottom that had come out of the diaper. None had gotten out yet though so I kept it on and let out another spurt. Finally at around 3AM I was letting out another spurt and felt the first drip down the inside of my shorts leg and immediately cut off the flow. I now had to decide what to do, it was late enough that I might be able to hold my pee until we left and let it all out in my diaper. So I held it, and held it and held it. I pretty much stopped drinking water about then too but I’d get thirsty and occasionally sip water. By the time 4:30 came around I was dancing as much from the need to pee as from the music. I was so desparate to let go but I knew we’d be heading out after this set which ended at 5AM. The sun had started coming up and the sky was in that dawn phase right before it crests the horizon so there was lots of light to see by. I decided I had to pee too badly and that I needed to let out another spurt to make it back. So I spread my legs and did my best not to leak. I let out about an 8 second spurt which was much longer than I thought because I couldn’t get it under control fast enough. The pressure in my diaper went up again and I knew it was leaking, but my plastic pants held it all. I’m sure it just went straight into my diaper and leaked immediately into them. There was just no absorbency left, I felt like I was literally floating in pee. Letting out a spurt honestly made my desperation way worse but I managed to keep on holding for the 30 minutes. I’d made it! Time to go back! Now the only problem was getting there. We were at the stage the farthest from the entrance, and our campsite was way out on the edge because we’d gotten there late. My friend and I were walking back, well I was more hobbling, and I can hear my pants crinkling really loudly. My friend didn’t say anything about it though so I think I was good. I was in agony with my need to pee and I decided that I’d stop at the porta potties right before our campsite to change. I eventually make it, this was probably the hardest walk of my life. In the pre-dawn cold, holding pee became a herculean effort and I did my duty admirably. I had to let out another spurt at one point and I felt the drips on my leg and saw them come out the bottom of my shorts but couldn’t tell if anyone else had seen. I finally got to the porta-potty and said that I was gonna take a dump so that I could be in there awhile. I went in and immediately started pee dancing and holding myself as gently as I could so I didn’t squeeze out any pee. I decided that I needed to take off my pants, so I did, leaving my shoes on. I finally had my first good look at this diaper and plastic pants combo. Pee dancing all the while. It was a warzone. The diaper was yellowed and had a faintly translucent color like it was stretched to the limit. It was as puffy as I’ve ever seen a diaper get, all the crinkles were smoothed out, this was the fullest diaper I had ever made. My plastic pants were tight and stretched by the swelling of my diaper, and every other crevice below my leg holes was filled with pee. I made a snap decision and sat down on the toilet and drained my plastic pants using a finger to make a spot it could leak from. Once my plastic pants were empty, I decided to take them off because all they would do would be leak all over. Once I had them off and over my shoes. I frantically sat down on the toilet with my diaper still on and started peeing. I thought it would be instant relief, but I had to go so bad that I didn’t even feel like the pressure was going down for about 10 seconds. It was the best and most pent up pee I think I’ve ever done. The amount that I’d drunk (at least 4 litres) and the amount of time I had to hold was excessive. The pressure inside muy diaper went up more than it had the entire time as I began letting it out. Pee immediately started flowing from the leg holes of my destroyed and saturated, ironically named Dry 24/7. I must have peed for at least 2 minutes, every time I thought it was tapering to a stop, another wave would hit and I’d keep going. When it was finally done, I sat on the seat for a minute and just breathed heavy. I was pretty turned on at this point and I opened the front of my diaper being careful not to spill anything. The padding was so thick and heavy I couldn’t believe it, so hot and full, it was great. Because of my party favors I ultimately was unable to finish myself but it was ok as I think about it a lot to this day. I wrapped up the diaper and was astonished by how heavy it was, and very squishy too as the insides were practically a liquid themselves. I snuck out to the side of the porta-potties and threw the diaper into a trashcan there. I put on hand sanitizer and went to bed, exhausted and pleased. This was the longest and most I have ever peed into a diaper and no matter how hard I‘ve tried, I cannot reproduce this night or the performance of my diaper again. But it was definitely amazing. Thanks for reading!

My favorite wetting videos are the ones where the female seems to try her damndest to not pee. Not just lose it all at once. I like when they bounce around trying to hold it and leak, but manage to keep holding to leak a little more and a little more before they end up losing it. Imagine a Kozmofox story in video form. Does anyone have any great leaky desperation wetting videos I could see? I don’t see a good one often and Pornhub seems pretty far and between having good ones.

So, this occured in kindergarten, during arts and crafts time. We were asked to draw our favorite animal, nothing too major. We had been split among the larger tables so each of us would have a bit more space to doodle in than sat on the rugged floor (as in the floor was covered with a rug, not that it coarse or really tough.) It was a Thursday, and the school had decided that Thursday would be a free dress day, meaning we wouldn't have to wear the uniform khakis and jumpers+skirts (girls were required to wear these until around fourth grade if memory serves, I don't really recall when that transition occurred.) This excited practically everyone, as free dress days were really only reserved for special events like Spirit Week or holidays. On this particular Free Dress day, I was wearing my attire of a pair of dark blue jeans, some velcro sneakers, and a fresh T-Shirt that I believe had Spiderman on it. While I was drawing (and might I add, to this day, I'm not that good an artist) a wolf, as they were, and still are, some of my favorite animals, I felt a familiar shifting in my bladder. My pencil stopped, as I put it down. Now, you might wonder, for those of you who had read my previous experiences, why I didn't just let go into my diaper. Well, that was because mine was already quite soaked, and I hadn;t had the opportunity to change into the spare in my bag. I placed a hand against the crotch of my pants, my diaper giving off a muffled squish as I did so. I shifted in my seat a bit, knowing that if I did go then and there, I'd leak, and I didn;t know how much would leak out. Pressing a hand against the crotch of my jeans, I looked around for the teacher (Who, as of this writing, is now the assistant principal), and because I honestly cannot recall how to properly spell her surname, let's call her Mrs. S. I saw her talking to one of my classmates about her drawing and, knowing a simple raised hand probably wouldn't get her attention that quickly, I held up the "Bathroom emergency" hand sign that was printed out on a piece of paper clipped to the whiteboard, ergo, raising your hand, but crossing the index and middle fingers together. Seeing this, Mrs. S let me go to the bathroom. Letting out a few dribbles into my damp padding, I sped off towards the bathroom. I knew I probably wouldn't make it in time to get my jeans off, and untape my diaper, at least without anyone seeing my soaked padding (And no, at this current time, I was not wearing Pull-Ups), I at least wanted to pee myself in relative privacy. Bolting out of the classroom, I let out the occasional dribble and spurt into my padding, already a small wet spot growing. Shimmying and squirming into the bathroom, which, aside from a stall just closing at the end of the row of four, the bathroom was empty. Spotting the drain in the floor, I stood over it, and let go. Immediatly, a feeling of relief, and warmth, flooded my senses as my diaper leaked out. The stream spurted down my pants legs, into the drainage below. Luckily my pants were already a dark blue in color, so the further darkening wouldn't be too noticeable. Checking to see if the guy in the stall was coming out, and not wanting to risk it, I went to the stall closest to the sinks. Undoing my wet pants, and setting them aside to dry a tad, I spotted my diaper, heavily soaked, sagging a bit. Untaping it, I peeked out of the stall and, hearing the sink running, I waited. Once I saw the boy that had been in the stall leave (He was thankfully older, so no chance of him recognizing me), and carefully walked my bare from the waist down butt to the trash, and threw my damp padding into the trash. Heading back into the stall, I used one of the hand dryers to further dry my pants (Like this one Simpsons comic I had read wherein Bart accidentally spills some Krusty brand grape juice onto his shorts and has to dry them before anyone thinks the worse happened), and then slipped them back on. Making my way back to class, no one said anything as I thanked my teacher, sat down, and went back to work. A little later on, the teacher asked if I could fetch some supplies for an activity in the cubby area. Being the ever helpful person I was and still am, and seeing and opportunity to slip into my spare diaper, I volunteered. Heading back into the cubby area, I lowered my pants down, and grabbed my spare from my backpack. Taping it on, I pulled my pants back up, and grabbed what Mrs. S needed. Giving it to her, I continued on my day

Sorry for any mistakes in advance, I'm still learning English. I'm an uni student, so right now I have plenty of free time (summer holidays). Yesterday I decided to do a hold. I drank a lot, ran some errands and enjoyed some dumb TV series. It was about 20 (8 PM) and I haven't used a bathroom since morning. I was painfully - but in pleasant way - full and could tell that leaks are on their way. I stretched my back a little, enjoying strong stress signals from my bladder. Sitting always helped me hold, so looked around me without getting up. I had to admit, my room was a big mess... I decided to clean some of it to see if I was able to hold my pee long enough. I got up and froze immediately when a quick leak escaped my body. I clenched muscles, wait a while to make sure it won't happen again and slowly moved toward messy bed. My moves were painfully slow, my bladder triple as heavy and my legs shaking from effort to hold it all in. In one moment I went from 7,5 to strong 9. Every few minutes I had to stop whatever I was doing to shut another leak in. Some listened, some fought their way out. When I cleaned about half a room, front of my undies was soaked, but I still felt overwhelming need to pee. It was a long time since my last full accidental wetting and at this point I was pretty confident about going outside while desperate. I decided it would be fun to put waterproof pants on and take a trash out. I wouldn't dare going out without any protection, because I knew there would be neighbours outside. For those who are unfamiliar with Central Europe countries, dumpsters for apartments blocks are usually in some distance from building, often common for two or three blocks. That means every time I take trash out, I have to take a little walk (just a few minutes both ways). Usually this is not a problem at all, but when you're desperate as heck, it might be a issue. Because I felt exceptionally full, I decided to put a piece of cloth in waterproof pants, just in case. And boy, I was lucky I did... The moment I started walking down the stairs, I felt a huge leak that I couldn't stop. I looked around and when I saw noone, I quickly grabbed myself to stop it. I had giant problem standing still, which made me reconsider my idea. But back at flat there was my flatmate which would look at me weird if I came back with trash, so I had no option, but to push forward. I took my hand away - no leaking, at least for now. Good. I started walking again, moaning quietly. My need was about 9,5/10. I wanted to go right here and right now. I made it to ground floor with two more leaks. After pushing heavy entry door, I noticed my elderly neighbours gossiping in front of the block. Great. Now I had to look casual and desperation-free. I tried to straighten my back, but it resulted in long, strong stream of pee, so I quickly moved one hand into a pocket to help myself. I knew I looked weird, standing there with bag of trash and dancing in the spot, but I didn't dare to move. After few minutes I decided it's hopeless (and neighbours started to give me suspicious looks), so I just bolted to the dumpster, feeling hot pee gushing from my urethra, flooding my undies, soaking the cloth, hitting against waterproof pants... When I reached dumpster, I hid behind one of a containers and squeezed myself with all my might to stop the flood. It felt soooo good, but if I didn't stop, everyone would see me wet! I already felt some wetness escaping leg openings and going slowly down my thighs... I tried to move again few times, but every time I took my hands away, flood started over. I considered peeing behind the dumpster, but there were too many people and I always have problem with peeing outdoors anyway. I gave myself a final squeeze and comically wobbled back to home. Every step meant new spurt of pee. Passing any person made me very nervous and self-conscious. When I finally made it home, my pants were partially wet, my legs were sprinkled with pee and my whole torso was covered in sweat. I ran into my room, kneeled on old towel and just let go. I couldn't hold it long enough to use a toilet. It was orgasmic!

After spending the last two days constantly holding it and bursting and posted a lot on the Bulge Diary thread, after the amazing experience of today (day 3), I have decided to start my own thread. I have woken up at around 10am. Last time I peed was also out of pure desperation 6 hours before that, before falling asleep.You can find out more about that here I felt like I needed to pee, but I justed walked past the bathroom and headed directly into the kitchen to get my coffee brewing. I've made myself a big cup of coffee which I filled to the top with milk. I have drank it in about 10 minutes, whilst walking round the house to get ready to leave. I finished my coffee and started drinking from a 0.75L revitalizing drink which I have quickly drank (another 10 minutes) until I finished preparing myself to head off for the day. I had another one full for me to take with me. So far I am at 7 hours since my last pee (no morning pee) and already 750 + 400 coffee, over a L drank + whatever there was already in my bladder. I had to drive about 4 hours to the airport to pick someone up in Budapest and back. As I had to leave the country and be in Roaming so I didn't even have mobile data available, many hours to drive there and also some margin of time ahead just in case anything happens all by myself, I purposely skipped the morning pee and started drinking loads, as a bulging bladder defienetely would make the time way more enjoyable and less booring. With that I mind, I have decided to put on the tightest slim-fit jeans I had. They are so tight and hard to move in that I haven't ever wore them, but they were perfect for making things even more interesting :-) I had to struggle to put the on and close the button, even without a bulging bladder. They really limited my movement a lot and felt very tight and squeezing all the way from my feet to my bladder. The small size made them have the button area happily right on my lower bladder area, puting a huge extra pressure. Planning to go extreme and also willing to assume the risk of anything that can happen, I have made a small bag to carry with me, 2 big towels, spare pants, underwear and T-shirt and just put that on the passanger seat along with liquids of course. Need to keep myself hydrated and have plentyful to make sure I have no reason to stop and leave the car, just enjoy the experience whilst driving. I have also put a purse round my waist and made sure to make if heavy so it would be pushing against my bladder. Took me about 40 minutes to cross the town and get to the highway. From there I was looking at a 3 hour drive. He was landing in 5 hours time, so I had plenty of time ahead of me. At this moment I was 7hrs+ since last burst and had already been drinking 1L+ before leaving the house. I decide to open up the second bottle of revitalising drink (0.75L) and start drinking from it. Drank that and one Hell Energy drink within the next 40 minutes putting the duration at 8 hours and the luqids at 1L+(from before) + 0.75L second revitalising drink + 250ml of energy drink OVER 2 litters. At that moment I started feeling pretty uncomfortable and started feeling the presure, but kept on driving like normal. It was a great sunny day, would have sworen it is a hot summer day if the thermometer in my car would not have shown 11°C :)) Had about 30 minutes left until the boarder and was already starting to feel squirmy as my bladder got more and more bulged and harder. Had to take off the purse as it was becoming too hard to hold. You can see me frantically moving my legs already 20171026_121729.mp4 🚘🚘🚘 The safety belt itself and the very tight pants made it already squirmy enough :-) I have reached the border where of course there was a big line that took 20 minutes to clear as the cops were checking id, which were very intense and hard, given the fact that I needed to control myself alot to look normal and not shake frantically next to the cops :-) After sucesfully passing trough and making it trough this though milestone, I decided to celebrate by openning another can of energy drink :-) Of course it did not take me long to finish that one also, putting myself at 9.5 hours and 2.5L of drinks. I was getting really squirmy and felt the urges slowly starting to come, starting to feel the strugle of stopping myself from leaking. My bladder was rock solid screaming for pee, and I was still punishing it with my tight pants and seatbelt. Got to the point when I had to hold myself when an urge hit so I did not leak. The bulge is very visible right now and the pressure becomes almost impossible to control. 20171026_115850.mp4 After skipping the first two parking spaces on the highway for the reason there were only toilets (which I was not needing) and no gas stations or stores where I could have bought more liquids, I pull up in the third one, a Shell gas station. Manage to find a spot where it was not that crowded so I could try to control myself down and be able to walk normally and keep on holding at the same time. I get out of the car and start walking the maybe 20 meters to the entry. I tried to act as cool and casual as I could but I am sure it did not quite work out. I was thinking in the mean time to go in quickly, grab a bottle of water, pay and head straight back to the car. After getting in the gas station, I have noticed a big line at the cash register. I started to feel like the pee was already there at the edge, ready to spurt out. The very tight pants constantly pressing my bladder with every step did their job right - lol :) I realised that the situation was so desperate that there was no way for me to walk back to the car, even without shopping without starting to pee in the process, so I head straight to the bathroom. There was only one bathroom and of course it was occupied. This was the first time in my life I was literally fighting not to wet myself in a public place. I've been squriming and fidgeting like crazy as I waited a few good minutes until the bathroom got free. A few seconds before the dor oppened I have felt a so intense urge that despite my best efforts I released a few drops in my underwear, but which I managed to cut off without making it visible on my jeans. I go straight in, lock the door and struggeled a lot to hold it in for a few more seconds so I can take a shot of my huge bladder and also record it. I quickly pulled down my pants and released a huge flow which took more than a minute. It felt amazingly good as I could feel all that pressure slowly fadding away. Here is the video of that After being done, I got out of the bathroom straight to the fridge, grabbed a 1.75L cola bottle and headed straght to the cashier to buy a large coffe to-go as well and pay. My pants were dry, but I could feel the wet spot on my panties as I was walking and it really turned me on :-) I get those and walk back to the car. Before leaving I take out the towels and place them on my seat, challanging me not to leave the car until I arrive at the airport NO MATTER what. There were 3 hours left until the scheduled landing and I knew things could get very unpredictable given on how much I have drank and been planning to drink on. I want to make sure I am safe and I can't give myself an excuse to leave the car. I kept on driving. Drank the ~300ml latte in about 10 minutes and than oppened the cola bottle. Been taking a mouthfull of it every few minutes :-) At this point I've got informed that the flight took of with more than 1 hour of delay, which made me even happier as I had more time alone to enjoy my Omorashi :-) Within the next hour I drank more than 2/3 of the Cola bottle which added 1L+ extra to the challenge, I still had plenty of fluid from earlyer as well still in me that starting rushing trough my bladder after the burst that I had before. I started to feel squirmy and a very hard and bulged bladder not long after that, which I decided to torture till the extreme because of the pee that it forced out of my body earlier. You can see a video of that here It does not take long for the pressure urges to hit forcing me to hold myself more and more often while frantically shaking my legs. I get tremors even now as I am rememorating the feeling. The situation got very real when I started to feel like the urges are getting more and more frequent and harder to control and I had nowhere to pull over, but had to drive with the traffic. I must admit it was one of my greatest bursting experiences so far. Was trying to hold back every leak, it was a really slow and painfull soaking. Loved it and felt soooo relieved afterwards. The feeling of the warm pee I was sitting was amazing as it was slowly flowing everywhere. I will not say anything more, but will let this amazing 18 minutes video speak for itself. THIS IS THE VIDEO and THE EXPERIENCE I am the PROUDEST OF:) I have continued driving like nothing happened. Great feeling :) After staying in them and on the towels, without leaving the car for about, 1 hour, I pulled over and changed whilst dispozing the soaked clothes and towels in the trunk because I had to get to the airport to pick him up. Everything was soaking wet except for the seat, which I was a bit surprised of, but that means I've found my trustworthy towels. Even having the seat wet would not have bothered me to much as it is leather, easy to clean. The most extreme and amazing experience I had ever. After this I stopped my maniac drinking, as I knew for sure I will be desperate pretty soon again no matter what due to all the previouws drinks and I had to pick him up, so any holds from this point on will need to be secret and more discrete. I pick him up and we start our journey back. After about 40km we pull over at a restaurant to eat a Goulas. Of course a meal with lots of liquid :-) I was quite desperate as we got there and really struggeled to go trough my meal and also keep a strong composure, hiding my Omo Joy. Before leaving I go to the bathroom, at point at which I was already struggling not to leak. Here is my bladder Was with my pants unbutonned struggling to hold on for more and more seconds until I exploded yet again with a big steam. Here you can see that That pee had taken place 7 hours ago. Since that time I've gotten back home, drank some wine and started writing this article. I have not peed since and I'm more and more desperate as I finish writing this article. Sorry for any typos, took me 3 hours to write and upload everything using my phone and a bladder that is becoming more and more desperate. I also don't consider myself as being a writer, but please give me some feedback for this insanely amazing day. Happy hodling :-) cheers 20171026_154516.mp4

I'm not sure if it has been posted yet, so I'm sorry if it's repost. I found this little game called "Make it to the bathroom!". It's story about 18 years old girl that gets desperate during school day and tries to - obviously - make it to the bathroom. Your choices get her through last two classes and (if you chose this route) car/bus ride. There are at least three (almost) dry endings and many wet endings. There are no genital descriptions, so you can imagine her as "ordinary" or transgender girl. The only thing we know about her looks it that she wears shorts, so there's plenty room for fantasy. I think this game is safe for minors as well - no sexual descriptions, just desperation. There are no pictures, but descriptions are nice and natural. Here's the game. It opens in browser pop-up window after clicking on "Play" button. It sometimes "freeze" (nothing happens after clicking on choices), you have to wait a moment then, it works again after a while by itself. Edit: There is one scene where main character sees a couple having sex in the bathroom, but there's no details. I thought I should warn about this just in case.

Hi! I'm not a diaper lover, but I often use diapers or other protection to avoid mess and allow myself to leak in public (I don't dare to wet myself visibly among other people). I noticed that using protection changes my ability to hold. What I mean? If I wear a diaper, there's a bigger chance that I'll hold until it's too painful to hold any more and I deliberately decide to let it go. If I don't have any protection in the same situation I start to involuntarily leak at earlier stages. However at the same time I'm tempted to let small leaks if I'm sure I'm protected, so my diapered holds often end up as premature wettings that make me feel like I could hold a little longer if I tried harder. My guess is that I'm more relaxed when protected and my bladder have easier job holding. It's kinda annoying though, because in order to get satisfying wetting I need to wait with diapering until I'm already leaking and that means wet mess I tried to avoid in first place (leaks turns into streams when I'm forced to stand in proper diapering position; lying down is not and option, because I would flood my bed). One thing that works kinda well is using a cloth diaper with weak insertion that catch leaking, but I'm aware that it won't hold full wetting. It forces me to be close to tilet though, because otherwise I'll flood my pants (and everything near me) eventually. Anyone has similar experience? Any ideas how to deal with it?