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View File JAV - DOCP-049 - Very Leaky Housewife Sex Title says much there is to say, but know that this is a lot of squirty, leaky, bed-wetting sexy times with only a little peeing and panty wetting. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  

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.

Hi lads! Its your friendly neighbourhood KozmoFox, and I'm here today to give you the details on the absolute torture I went on yesterday. If you remember the second part of KozmoLotto V, you know I had art done. If you pay a lot of attention to the art-centric part of this community, you may also know that a certain @Biku won't even draw wetting even if you throw money at him. So one might be wondering how I managed to get him to do so. Essentially, Biku and I entered a certain business relationship that will hopefully become tradition. That being, he gives me art for my experiences, so I give him experiences for his art. This is going to be the tale of the second part, as everything I'm about to tell you is going to be rendered into the glorious art of Biku sometime soon. Half the purpose of me even writing out this experience is to provide him with an even better script to work with than all of the details I've already given him or the ones he were present for. Essentially, I paid him with my bladder, acting out his whimsy so he could get the most accurate depiction of the scenario in his mind that he possibly could. And it was utter torture. If you know Biku, you know he likes his Just Made It scenarios, and this was the goal for this one. But even if such a scenario is not to your particular taste, there may still be something for you, as I did not make it to the end of this day unscathed or without changing my clothes. The long and short of it was essentially, a bathroom gauntlet. I provided Biku with a map of my surroundings, and we pinned down 8 bathrooms. Before the challenge ever began, I was to consume 3 litres. THREE LITRES of fluid. Then after my class, I was to hit up every single bathroom, and stand in it for 2 minutes, each. If I ever leaked, I'd get an incremental penalty (1 minute, then 2 minutes, then 4, etc). After completing all of the bathrooms, I was to go back to the very first one and stand in it for a minute, before I could sit down and have my sweet relief. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL FOLKS. When that particular challenge was finished, I was to fill up on food and gatorade (warding off water intoxication) to initiate an immediate second hold, just to see how far a bladder that had just been through hell and back could go. No special nuances with that one, it would be just to see how my endurance could hold up. That was also absolute torture, but a new and different kind of torture. If you've read basically anything you know my general appearance. Pale medium height skinnysmol covered in tats. Currently rockin the teal hairdo. On this day I was wearing a beige jacket, a brown and white striped sweater (THE BEST TIME TO WEAR A STRIPED SWEATER...IS ALL THE TIIIIIIME), a blue skirt, black thigh highs, winter boots, and a nice matching set of teal underwear. Looked pretty professional if you ask me. Biku's Depiction (accurate as can be): It all began before I ever left for school. You can drink as much water as you can, but your kidneys only move so fast eh? So the idea was for me to start drinking before I ever left for school. I have a giant water bottle that can hold 2L, and it fit snugly into my bag. I drank a litre of water before I left the house, and even grabbed a coffee on the way. Once I got there and sat down in class, I polished off the coffee like nobody's business. I was going to be in that class for about an hour and a half, so I had that period to down another 2l. When I got there, I barely needed to pee at all. I could feel myself filling, but even if I wasn't holding I wouldn't go to the bathroom yet, barely anything there. Every little while, I'd open the bottle, chug down a bunch of gulps, and put it down for a bit to let my stomach settle. I'm not the biggest person on earth, so I had to let some filter, my stomach expand, all that. I was barely paying attention to the class, I was mainly doing site things on my laptop from where I was sitting in the back. Things got interesting towards the end of the class. It was very similar to the feeling you get from rapid desperation if you're familiar, where you're filling up your bladder faster than it can expand and accommodate, causing your bladder to feel unbearably full before you're even at max capacity because it just wasn't ready to be hit by a truck of water. This had me VIOLENTLY desperate in the last 20 minutes. If I was smarter I'd have thought of everything I just said about bladder expansion, but in these moments I was convinced I wouldn't even make it to the challenge itself. It was a wild eyed sort of panic, my foot frantically tapping on the ground, constantly shifting around as I waited for the clock to hit the class end time. I thought I had so little time that I actually packed up my things before the class was over, because I thought saving those precious seconds would mean all that much. They probably did, looking back. The posture change across this whole challenge was gradual. Starting out here, I was basically exactly as you see in the artwork. Determined, mildly frustrated and irked, just a little tense. I basically powerwalked with an absolute purpose straight to that first bathroom, like a stern mom looking for the manager. I walked in, walked to the sink, braced on it with one hand and stuffed the other between my legs. I let out some noise, the most pent up groan you will ever hear, probably sounded like someone having a bad day hearing that one stupid thing to break the camels back. A little jiggle and dancing later and I managed to finesse out my phone. I should probably mention I had a stopwatch app for measuring time in each bathroom. I also needed my phone to keep in contact with Biku; keep in mind the entire purpose of this entire debacle is for him to collect data on this scenario so it could be prepped as accurately as possible. Data I did provide gladly, but also in furious caps lock. This bathroom was one of the worst of the bunch, because of my aforementioned bladder issue of rapid expansion. I couldn't believe I was actually holding it because it felt like I was about to piss all over the floor. Eventually the two minutes passed, and I was able to make my way to the next two bathrooms, located in the cafeteria area. These two were probably the easiest; they weren't EASY, just the easiest by comparison. The absolute powerhouse of a strut I walked to get there must've helped my bladder settle and adjust to its growing shape. I was still in DIRE need of a bathroom, but it got just a touch easier, and that little touch to take the edge off was all I needed to clear the next two. They went much the same way as the first, me shaking and dancing like a leaf, propping myself up on the sink, my fingers and foot tapping way impatiently as I watched the clock. At this point I was beginning to sweat from all the effort, who knew that holding a full bladder and walking an entire campus with a full laptop bag of college supplies on your back would be a good workout? I was still quite badly in danger, but this was as collected I would be for the entirety of the challenge. I hit another bathroom in the hallway on the way, and I was really starting to feel the effects. The bladder settling only goes so far; you have a capacity, and adjusted or not I was reaching mine, with all of those litres of water steadily chugging their way through, like a tap into a water balloon. Having to stop in that bathroom made me very aware of that fact. The tapping of my feet and the shifting around were getting more and more intense with every passing moment, as stopping to take stock really sets your mind on things, and my mind did not like what it was thinking and feeling. Better yet, nobody I was chatting with on my phone would let me forget. This was the end of easy mode. And there's nothing quite to signal the end of an easy mode, like a sudden curve in difficulty. You see, on my way to bathroom #5, something bad happened. Something really really bad. I made my way to where I knew it was, up on the second floor, and continued my highly aggressive traversal. At least I did this, until I was in the second floor lobby, which was milling about with students, and very suddenly had to stop. I stopped, I stalled. My knees turned inward, and I hunched over ever so slightly. I could feel my face burn red hot as I felt my bladder protest, and decide that it wouldn't be taken so lightly. That it meant business. I couldn't believe it, not for a second that something so dastardly was about to happen to me. And then I leaked. Badly. Very badly. I felt the spray hit my underwear that were dry up until this point. Not a dribble. A spray. I felt it cover my nether regions, and pour a tiny river down my thighs as I instinctively pressed my legs together. I saw some hit the ground, and felt some saturate the side of one of my socks. In a lobby, rife with students. It perhaps hit me more in that moment than ever, just how dangerous this challenge was. My aggressive confidence went straight down the toilet. Stepping on the drops I had left with my boot, confident that they were inconsequential given the snowy climate causing people to track slush everywhere, I hobbled around the corner and into the bathroom. This was bad. This was very very bad. If I had been wearing say, jeans, the damage would be noticeable to everyone with eyes, and Biku was kind enough to point out that the skirt was his idea, and a good one. He also chose this moment to tell me that from now on, all time spent in the bathrooms was to be done inside a stall. All this on top of each other made this to be one of the harder bathrooms. I ended up in a stall, hand buried in my skirt (which was a terrible idea; given my underwear was now soaked, this spread the damage) with my arm propped up against the wall, and my head propped up against that. Squirming and gasping in extreme desperation, I suffered a full 3 minutes due to my penalty, every now and then another pang forcing me to shudder and crouch and bend my body ever so slightly. The people I was chatting with seemed to be a big fan of this development; in the span of a minute I had gone from my determined and angry desperate persona to an absolute wreck of a woman inches from wetting herself, standing right next to a toilet. And I'm telling you, I could not bear to look at that thing. I could not bare to listen to the other girls using the bathroom. I should probably thank the chat for that, for being the distraction letting me tune out the environment that very well could have doomed me right there on the spot. I was about to pop. I then had to find my next bathroom, which was a building away. I did not stride there. I did not confidently strut with determination. I hobbled, with my legs pressed together, feeling the dampness of my underwear and sock torment me. I had to pee. I really really had to pee. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and that if I had any chance of victory, it was going to be very slim. I was dancing the wire, and BOY was I dancing, skating on thin ice above a river contained only by my bladder, which at this point felt massive. My abdomen, which is not a big abdomen, felt as hard as a boulder. I got in that next stall and I swear, the entire time was just me frantically whining on my phone. Victory almost felt hopeless. I needed to pee, I needed to PEE. I didn't think I could make it, not in a million years, and my fight or flight was on maximum overdrive, because I was all but certain that within the next few minutes I was about to make a complete mess, pissing myself in the middle of my college. Luckily, I had champions to my cause, who despite all of my moaning and panting and whining, the frantic typo-laden garbage I kept sending through my phone, they convinced me I could do it, they believed in me. Of course I had some naysayers, in this community there's always the ones who want the desperate girl to fail horribly and wet herself. But I was successfully convinced. I had 2 more bathrooms before finish line. I could do it. I'm not some pleb, I'm KozmoFox. I got this. And so I left that bathroom, knowing the final two were nearby, in such close proximity I could taste it, victory was so close, and then... I got fucking lost. Yeah, you heard me. My stupid ass got lost. Me, who has been a student at this college for 5 whole years, and been through the whole campus enough to navigate it with my eyes closed, got LOST. That's like getting lost in your own house. Do you know how absolutely, mindblowingly and ferally desperate to pee you need to be, to get LOST in your own HOUSE?! Because that was straight up me. In theory, I knew where the last two bathrooms should be. But my mind was so foggy, so frantic, so close to losing complete and utter control of the body it was piloting could not fit the pieces together, like a dog trying to play Tetris. So, I had to cheat a little. Just a little. It actually hurt my chances even to do so...because I went on autopilot trying to find another bathroom that I hadn't already been in. That counts, right? A bathroom is a bathroom, even if its not the originally intended bathroom. So I went down a flight of stairs, gingerly and carefully as not to jostle myself that little amount that would cause me to completely flood them, and started darting my eyes around. I saw a ramp and went nearly right back to where I was, because a desperate Kozmo on autopilot is the dumbest creature on earth. I knew I'd be like this well in advance, which is why Biku and I went over the details so painstakingly and carefully. And I still managed to fuck it up. Luckily, the goddess of omorashi must have been on my side, because there was one on the ramp. I flew in, went in a stall, and locked the door. Again, I resumed the song and dance. Brace against wall, hold onto my crotch for dear life because I was so close to losing it I could practically taste it. But I couldn't think about that, no, if I thought about it, I'd be a soaked mess of a student before you could say la li lu le lo, so again I turned to my chat, who reinforced my upcoming victory. That encouragement is all I held onto. This challenge would be crushed beneath my boot, I just needed to stay...well, I wasn't dry, I'd already had a pseudo-mini accident, but RELATIVELY dry. I just had to make it. I knew I couldn't leak anymore, I knew it. Dribbles tried to force their way out, and I used all of my willpower, all of my strength and any determination I had left, to hold them back. I wouldn't survive another minute long penalty. As I traversed to the final bathroom, and by traversed I mean looked for another random one, I had to toss all pride out the window. I didn't have a choice. Attempting to seem dignified would spell the end, I required every single ounce of strength in my body. I hobbled down a hallway, knowing there was likely and hopefully a bathroom at the end, and boy did I hobble. Down a hallway. In the middle of a school day, with a hand buried between my legs, hidden under my bag which I had slung over my front, as a final flimsy shield between me and shame. I didn't care if my skirt got wet from the dampness of my underwear anymore...I was so close, and I do not go down without every single ounce of fight I have. The last bathroom was indeed at the end of this hall. I was able to take bearing and understand where I was in relation to everywhere else, and realized I was essentially very close to where I had originally started, and what would be my final stop. I got in this bathroom, which was not a stalled one but a single door single toilet bathroom, locked it, and began to pace wildly, occasionally smacking a fist off my leg, groaning and hissing in frantic desperation, and just generally hobbling about. No more dribbles, no more leaks. Two more minutes and then homestretch. The knowledge kept me alive, invigorated, kept me holding on just so. Just. So. My bladder was a volcano, ready to erupt between my legs, any more liquid, any more jostling would be the end. But I would NOT let that happen. I was sweating and panting like an absolute maniac, my forehead feeling damp and my face feeling hot. Firing on all cylinders, max capacity, max effort. And with that two minutes done, home stretch. It was time to take this one home. Leaving that bathroom, and going very carefully up some stairs lead me to the two bathrooms I had originally intended to be 7 and 8. I would appreciate the irony later. Another hallway and a half of frantic, skirt tugging hobbling brought me to the first bathroom I had visited right after leaving class. Home base. I spent the whole 60 seconds I was required to spend before my relief violently pacing around that room. I tossed my bag AND my jacket aside, I was overheating too much. If I stopped moving, I'd think about my desperation, if I thought about my desperation, I would pee. That's just how that was going to be. I could have choreographed a dance routine with how much prancing and shaking I was doing. Leaning on the sink, stuffing my hands down my skirt, planting my head against walls, all that good stuff. Whining and practically yelling at my stupid clock, to hurry up, hurry the fuck up, I'm about to piss myself please hurry! The racket I was making in that bathroom would have been audible to anybody walking by, they probably would have thought a murder was taking place. The final ten seconds I read my final words of encouragement, crouching and bouncing on my heel in the middle of the bathroom. It was time. I was about to win. And then the time hit 0. I confirmed it with Biku. I told him it was time. The second I read "fine, go" I flew to the toilet, hoisted my skirt up, and I hooked my fingers around the band of my damp panties gingerly sliding them quickly down my legs and around my ankles. Looking at them, the teal all over the crotch area and a bit of the back was darkened significantly, and as I saw the bow on the front hit the floor at my feet, seeing them crumple felt like a good metaphor for what I was going through. I planted myself on the throne with my legs apart, leaning forward and practically drooling. And I let loose. It was the most heavenly feeling I've ever experienced in my life. The hiss of my pee spraying below me was completely deafening and I didn't care. I started a timer, at Biku's request, to see how long it'd go. The final time? 1 minute and 52 seconds straight of peeing. There was so much, I could have sworn in that moment I was peeing more than I'd ever peed in my life. I peed, and I peed, and I peed. Probably about a minute in I changed positions, flopping back against the wall and letting my head loll about a bit, making it so that I was basically half-laying on the toilet, basically ready to nap from pure, exhausted relief as I kept on peeing. Those 2 minutes felt like forever. They say a sneeze is an eighth of an orgasm...This felt like double. Eventually the flow tapered off and I must have sat on that toilet another 10 minutes, relaxing, recuperating, and just chatting in the chat. Every now and again I'd end up letting out another spurt...because you know, 3 litres is a LOT OF LIQUID and I still had plenty coursing through my system, and still filtering into my bladder. The kidneys do not care what the bladder is going through. Take that knowledge to heart. But then I was reminded...I had a second challenge to start immediately, and these still pumping kidneys were going to help with that. How far can a girl push a beaten and bruised bladder? I walked to the store, feeling more relieved and bouncy than I had in forever, literally lighter on my feet, and bought some chips and over a litre of gatorade. Gotta get those salts and electrolytes, it staves off water intoxication. Any person into holding should deeply familiarize themselves with this concept. When you drink as much as I just did, stuff gets washed out of your body, stuff like electrolytes which you could die without. You gotta drink a LOT for this to happen, but ALWAYS be safe before sorry. Therefore, on top of everything still filtering through my system, all this gatorade became the beverage of choice for the immediate round two. Writing on round two will be infinitely briefer. Mainly due to the fact that it was not a gauntlet challenge, or any sort of challenge with steps. It was simply a waiting game to see how long my overly tired battle could hold out. I had brought a change of clothes, because I know I'm a leaker and that getting out completely unscathed was slim. But I had no idea what I was about to go through, it was new territory. So I inclined to change after whatever was about to happen, not wanting to wear and then ruin a second pair of clothes. The build didn't take long, probably about another hour or so. My kidneys were still on overdrive, I still had a ton of water left in me, and I had just introduced a fair amount of gatorade into my system. Most of my time was spent sitting around by the cafeteria in a chair, munching on my doritos and polishing off the gatorade. It was pretty boring until I shifted in my seat and I felt a pang. A very interesting pang. I KNEW I wasn't filled yet, not to bursting...but my tired bladder was unbelievably sensitive. I walked around a little to test it, and sure enough, despite being maybe half full, I needed to pee again, and badly. Every little movement felt like it had a direct effect on my bladder, the sensitivity caught me super off guard but the sensation wasn't unpleasant. Say I crossed my legs, it would feel like the very bone of my leg was massaging directly onto the wall of my bladder, pulsing it and encouraging its release. Now I know it wasn't actually the bone, it was just the first metaphor I thought of upon experiencing it. If I took a step, I'd feel a sharp pulse, not an ache, not a dull throb, I mean a very sharp pulse that would make my thighs tremble. My bladder was very, VERY weak. Not gonna lie, it turned me on a fair bit, and if I hadn't been in a public place it was a sensation that would merit more experimentation, but this was not the day for that, nor the place. This was for SCIENCE. I wanted some peace and quiet and the day was fairly nice, so I decided to take my little rodeo of desperation outdoors. I knew a nice little crevice I could sit around in free from prying eyes, a wall that sort of curved around under an overhang. Realizing that I would not be able to hold this particular need nearly as long, I hopped back in the chat and let my gaggle of jerks know that the secondary event of the day was starting, and also soon to end. The people who earlier in the day my biggest showing of support, my rock, my source of courage...suddenly became quite dastardly. Suddenly it seemed like everyone wanted me to wet myself except Biku. I could feel my sensitive bladder expanding, and screaming for release due to the sensations of such expansion. Over the course of another fair bit, I went from uncomfortable standing around, to once more dancing on the spot, every movement tempting disaster, the sensitivity of my bladder doing me in far faster than any mass amount of liquid ever could. Yet they wanted me to wait, as much as I continually told them, with constant swearing and caps lock that "Hey, I'm going need to go inside soon, or I'm just not going to make it." Imagine that over several angry messages, conveying that thought. Meanwhile, in the legendary words of Biku... "kozmo no" As I stood there, hopping from toe to toe and mewling under my breath in utter sensitive agony, my tired bladder on the verge of just giving out, the dynamic very very swiftly changed. Firstly, my bladder was no longer Atlas, holding litres above his head to carry the journey forward. It was now more like a weak, shrivelled up raisin of an old person trying to hobble around without their cane and not fall over. Secondly, dear Biku pulled the trigger on something I never ever thought this bastion of making it and holding to the brink was even possible of comprehending. He brought out the big guns of torture. Enter my dearest waifu, whom I love so dearly, @Pondera. This waifu who in a short while, I'd open the chat to call a "huge bitch." Biku brought out this hound from hell itself, and let her off her chain. You see, Pondera has a very specific way with words. She knows how to verbally burst a bubble. How to pay the pied piper. How to make a person spill. Biku knew this. And Biku personally sicced her on me. I thought I could take it, and I stated so. After all, all of the other people trying to make me lose it weren't doing too much, all the remarks of pssssh and all the gifs and images couldn't do anything other than give me uncomfortable pains. What could this one person do? I practically dared her to try. And then for my transgression, I was delivered a nice little paragraph. A paragraph detailing in detail, all of the little feelings I must be feeling, every little sensation, bringing them all to my immediate attention. Telling me how tired and sore they must feel. Tempting me to just give into these feelings and let go. Ever realize you done fucked up? It was at that moment Kozmo knew, she fucked up. I thought I was Obi-Wan on the high ground, telling her not to bother. I was actually Anakin, doing something stupid and getting crippled for it. I played coy. I said she shouldn't bother, that it was useless. Boom, another short paragraph, dealing absolute crippling pangs straight into my bladder. I told her that this should last, not to ruin the fun. Paragraph. I doubled over, my pee hole feeling like it was about to violently erupt into my already disgraced clothes. I told her to stop. That she should just stop. Just stop. She kept going. It was at this moment I knew, if I heard another word, I was going to piss myself right there. After being dealt all these blows and my bladder being so tired, I wasn't sure I could make the short journey back into the college and to the bathroom by the door. I told her if she kept going I wasn't going to make it. She kept going. I started to beg. I started to beg her to stop. I begged with my life, which was basically on the line. From determined woman to frail, nearly leaky girl. I wasn't going to make it to the toilet. I wasn't going to make it. I begged her to please let up. Then she dealt a critical hit. I read it and for a moment, a terrifying moment, right there in public, outside my college, the floodgates burst open. Tears streaming down my cheeks, my hand stuffed in my skirt, it gushed out. Through my already sodden panties, through the front of my skirt, through my fingers onto the ground. Pee blazed a trail down my legs, soaking my socks, one stream going straight into my boot, making me feel the warmth pool around my foot. I saw a giant explosion fall from directly between my legs onto the brick beneath me, the wet stain looking like someone had dropped a water balloon straight onto the ground, a giant wet puddle and rivulets scattered everywhere. All from what was maybe a two second mega-leak. I barely got it back together, my bladder muscles quivering, screaming, barely managed to type on my phone, one last soft beg. To please stop, I was going to full on wet myself and had already started. I was sniffling from the pure tired effort of keeping it in. I was far from strong. I was about to keel over and collapse into a wet mess. Biku realized this, and called a cease-fire. It was the end game, and he knew it, and wanted to see if I'd make it that final stretch. He put the hound back on the leash, and she backed off before she could finish me off. Upon being told to go, I hobbled back to the door of the college. I left a trail the whole way. My bladder control was gone, and I kept spurting, sputtering, and dribbling with every pulse, straight into my clothes and onto the ground. The trail from my spot to the door was easy to follow with the eye. I entered the school saw people coming for the door. I initiated ninja training and scurried forward and down the hall to the right as fast as I could, right into what was bathroom #3 in the first challenge. Still leaving droplets pattering behind me, I dove into a stall and locked the door. My bladder knew where I was, and had none of it. The stream started, slowly but surely, the pitterpattering of drops on the tile underneath me audible enough to make me nearly cry. The front of my skirt was drenched, absolutely no saving it. I didn't bother to try moving it out of the way as I once more hooked my thumbs around the band of my poor panties and pulled them down, seeing them having been soaked every which way. It was surreal, seeing my borderline loss of control up close, pulling down my underwear and seeing firsthand the drops leaving me and striking my panties as they fell around my ankles yet again, falling into the small puddle beneath my feet, even the cute waistband receiving damage. I plopped onto the toilet. I had lost the battle...but I had won the war, and once more claimed victory. I spewed the inner river of my turmoil into the toilet bowl, knees together as I arched my back leaning forward and turning my head upward, not daring to look at the mess below and letting that small shame destroy my greater victory. Against all odds and torment, I once again had made it. Timing this one, the pee lasted over a minute. Half the length of the previous one, but the sensation of my poor bladder getting the relief it had been murdering me to get was pure bliss. Pure, and utter, fucking, bliss. The bliss of a hard earned success. My bladder wasn't the same for the rest of the day. Luckily, I had a change of clothes, and was able to go about the rest of my day and observe my functions without any issue, except for a close call after a meeting I had, and then another on the drive home that required a rest stop for a 10 minute drive. Yeah, my bladder was so weak I couldn't last a 10 minute drive without having to stop for another toilet victory. But all and all, this experiment for science? Yeah no, it wasn't that bad. There's something about the taste of victory that really hits all those nice feelings. While I'm mostly a fan of desperation and accidents, even I can't deny that maybe there's something about actually making it at the very brink that has its own separate appeal, at least when doing it rather than watching. After all, if I continue having accidents in my experiences, there's gotta be a couple of victories in order to make the losses feel like losses. And all the losses I've had, really made these victories feel like victories. Maybe, just maybe there's something to this whole "just made it" thing. I'll be flayed alive in the discord for saying so, but don't take this as a conversion. Just a curt nod of respect and acknowledgement. The moral of the story is, I have a very unique way of paying for art. And I'm probably going to end up doing it again. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This entire debacle is going to be the basis for some Biku art later. So stay absolutely tuned. Tuned as fuck. TUNED. THIS. THIS THING. ^ THAT. IS GOING TO BE BIKU'D. SO THAT. STAY. TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNED.

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Last night I had my first semi-unintentional leaking. I came home from work and had to pee a little. I had planned on holding and wetting later. I bought a used car yesterday, so when I got home I put the license plates on and went for a drive. I was gone 30-40 minutes. Right before I got home I decided to stop at the ATM machine. Some lady was there and it took her about 10 minutes to use the machine. By now I am getting pretty desperate. It only took me about one minute to use the machine. While I was using in the machine the lady was sitting in her car. Of course when I get to my car she starts to slowly back up taking forever to get out of my way. Finally I get started on my short trip home. After a couple of long traffic lights I finally make it home. When I drove in I was nearly bursting. When I started to get out of the car, I felt my boxers get a little wet. Luckily my work pants didn't get wet and the little leak took care of me for awhile. I was able to go in and do a couple of things and change my clothes. I was able to hold for quite a while before I leaked a little and then the dam finally burst and I totally wet my underwear, which was all I had on by then.

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Thursday, February 16th, 2017 Dear Diary~ Something really strange happened to me today. Let me start from the beginning... This morning, I was at school just waiting for football practice like usual. The only decent thing about the bloody place. I drank a bottle of Gatorade at lunch like I always do before practice, but today they were serving my favorite sort of tea and I drank four cups of it. Of course I needed a wee when practice began an hour later, but we were already out of the locker rooms and it wasn't too bad, so I just played. When practice ended, I was bursting. The other girls always need to go afterwards as well, so there was a bit of a rush for the locker room. I needed to wee so badly that I couldn't run properly, and by the time I got inside, Jen and Tessa were already on the toilets. I undressed while I waited for them to clear out, but then Rachel turned on one of the showers... I just couldn't hold it with the shower going. The pressure was unbelievable. I've been desperate to go before, but this was something new. The other girls were busy with their own stuff and I bolted out of the room. It was the girl's time in the gym so I knew the boy's locker room would be empty, and I didn't really have any choice. I went in there and made for the toilets, but... I don't know why I'm so embarrassed just writing to myself, but I actually started leaking before I even got half way across the room. I panicked and pulled my shorts down and just weed on the floor... The relief was so intense, and this is where it gets really weird... I actually had an orgasm right there. At least, I think that's what it was...I've never had one before, but it was just so intense and amazing. I couldn't even keep my footing. At least I was smart enough to fall backwards so I didn't roll into my wee. I kept going hard for such a long time and it felt so good... When I finally finished, I stood up and turned on all the showers for a minute to wash all my pee away. Luckily the wet spot on my shorts was small, so nobody could see as long as I kept my legs together. After I turned off the showers, I walked back to the girl's lockers. Everyone questioned where I went so I made up a fib about needing a drink from the water fountain in the hall. I'm really lucky that nobody saw me. I still can't believe that I had my first orgasm just from peeing. It honestly felt better than anything I've ever experienced before. I feel like I should maybe investigate this further. ***** Tuesday, February 22nd, 2017. Dear Diary~ It happened again today. I was hanging out at the mall with Kelly and Amy and we decided to go see a movie. We watched Lego Batman first, but then we decided to see John Wick 2 as well. Through the movies each of us drank two large sodas. By the time the second movie ended, we were all dying to wee. It was late at night and the theater had locked up tightly, including the toilets. We went outside and headed to the car, but Kelly and Amy couldn't hold it. They both just peed in the parking lot, but I figured I could make it home. I was frantic the whole ride, trying not to wet myself in Kelly's car. However, when I was holding myself, I got SO TURNED ON it was insane. The feeling of my hands against my vagina while I was so desperate almost made me get off in my seat. For some reason, having a really full bladder seems to make me incredibly sensitive down there. It hurts...but not in a bad way. Just awesome pressure that enhances every feeling tenfold. Anyway, we made it to Amy's house and I was still dry. Well...DRY isn't the right word for it. I hadn't let any wee out yet, but I was so turned on that my knickers were soaked. I could hardly walk so Amy helped me into her house so I could wee. I barely made it into her loo before I started wetting my leggings. I sat on the toilet but I left a huge puddle on the floor first. As I relieved myself, I had another orgasm! It just felt like my vagina exploded with pleasure, I could feel it all through my legs and belly, it's so amazing! I always knew it would feel good, but it's so much better than I ever imagined. I cleaned up my puddle and Amy wasn't upset. She gave me a pair of her own leggings so Kelly wouldn't know what happened when she drove me home. After I got back into my bedroom, I started playing with myself, this time remembering the sight of Kelly and Amy, with their skirts pulled up, emptying their full bladders on the concrete. Even though I no longer needed to go, the vision of them in my head was enough, and I had my third orgasm ever. At this point, I knew that I needed to fully explore this. I wanted to see just how desperate I could become, and I wanted to feel even stronger sensations than I already did. ***** Sunday, February 26th, 2017. Dear Diary~ Today was indescribable. And yet, I'm going to describe it to you. Because you're a diary, and that's what you're bloody for, innit? My parents left for church at like eight in the morning, and then they were going to meet friends for golf, so I had the house to myself the entire day. I knew what I was gonna do as soon as I woke up. I dressed in my pajama top and pink knickers and headed downstairs and filled like ten big glasses of water, then set them up on my desk. I started watching Steven Universe and drank a glass during every episode. I already had to wee after six episodes, and I was squirming after eight. I was too distracted to pay attention at that point, so I grabbed all the empty glasses and brought them to the sink. Obviously I had to hide the evidence, so I rinsed the glasses, dried them, and put them back in the cupboard. Running the sink was torture, I had to twist my legs up so hard to stop myself from weeing right there. Once that was done, I grabbed my two remaining glasses and went up to my room. Climbing the stairs was painful, but I made it up dry. I couldn't believe how badly I needed to go already, but I couldn't yet. I really wanted to see how far I could take it. I drank another glass of water and laid back on my bed. I felt so full and desperate, and when I poked my belly where all the pressure was, it felt SO GOOD but hurt so bad at the same time. It's such an insane sensation, and it's ssoooo intense. My vagina was so sensitive that every time I moved my legs, just my knickers brushing it sent shivers up my spine. I started playing with myself, but something started nagging at my mind. “I wonder how much wee is in there,” I thought. I wanted to measure it. I hobbled downstairs and opened the cupboard again, grabbing our measuring cup. It only went up to 250 millilitres, and I knew it wouldn't be enough. I didn't want to risk pouring it out and filling it again, because I didn't think I'd be able to stop weeing once I started. Now that I'm not desperate and out-of-my-mind randy, the obvious answer would be to just wee in a big pan and then pour it into the measuring cup as many times as I needed to. However, desperate me decided the better idea would be to walk to the shop a half kilometer down the street and buy a bigger measuring jug. I went back upstairs and put on a proper blouse, and I decided to wear a long skirt so it wouldn't show if I couldn't hold it the whole way home. In fear of wetting myself while I was in the store, I pulled down my panties and put in a maxi pad. It wouldn't stop a real accident, but it would save me from a few leaks. As if I wasn't being crazy enough, I drank the last glass of water. I did the math, I drank two and a half litres of water before I left the house. That's so much! I looked online and read that the average human bladder capacity is like five hundred millilitres. I almost stopped there, certain that I would wet myself if I tried to do this, but I guess desperate me has way more courage (or insanity) than normal me. So I stepped outside with an absolutely bursting bladder and started walking towards the store. The maxi pad was rubbing against my vagina with every step I took. Obviously I've worn pads before, but I never felt them like this! Being so desperate had my nerve endings on fire. I could feel my blouse rubbing my nipples. I had to fight really hard not to have another orgasm. I knew if I did I would fall over and wet myself. I kept thinking of all sorts of horrible things to calm myself down. When I was about half way to the store, I leaked for the first time. There were people around and it took all I had not to yelp and hold myself. I kept walking steady and managed to regain control. I placed a hand on my belly as I walked, oh god it felt so hard and full. I didn't even push on it, but just touching it sent a huge pulse all around my body. I felt so hot and flushed too, I was absolutely coated in sweat and my chest was on fire, my heart beating so fast. I don't know if it was from the effort of holding it or if it was just because I was so turned on, but it felt like I was standing on the sun. I finally got to the store and made a beeline for the baking isle. I found what I needed easily enough, a huge jug that I think is supposed to be used for storing flour or something like that. It has lines up to two litres and it only cost three pounds. I went for the register as fast as I could without bursting on the shop's floor. Thankfully there was only one person in the queue before me. She left quickly enough, and I placed my jug on the belt. The cashier rung it up – And that's when I realized that I FORGOT MY BLOODY PURSE AT HOME! I was so frantic that I completely forgot the need to, you know, PAY FOR GOODS. I just stood there stammering. I wasn't holding myself or crossing my legs, but I was nearly bent double and I know that I was bouncing involuntarily. Anyone with half a brain would know that I was dying to wee. I was burning with embarrassment and I was about to just sprint away in shame, probably wetting myself in the process. However, a guy who was in the queue behind me caught on that I forgot my money, and he immediately offered to pay. In any other state of mind I would have declined, but I just nodded shamefully and thanked him. As I grabbed my jug, he told me: “Good luck.” It was a weird thing to say. Good luck with what? Good luck getting home without wetting myself? Good luck with whatever I needed the jug for? Did he know that I intended to wee in the jug? Good luck aiming properly with girl parts, then? It's really hard to imagine that he DIDN'T know that I was on the verge of an accident. There was just no hiding it anymore. I hobbled out of the shop and started the half kilometer walk home. As soon as I cleared the shop's lot, I started leaking again. I had to stop this time or I really would have lost control. I weed for like three seconds, the pad felt so full, I was really afraid of overflowing it. There was nobody around, and I took a big chance. I slid my left hand through the waistband of my skirt and down the front of my knickers and held myself tightly. It was so wet and slippery, and the feel of my fingers against my vagina almost forced me into another orgasm. Trying not to get off was almost harder than trying not to wee. In fact, I'd say that it actually was harder. At least I had some control over my bladder, but I knew once I hit a tipping point, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming. I forced myself to pull my hand out and keep walking. I leaked every few steps for almost the whole trip. They weren't huge spurts like the first time, just tiny drips, pushed out because my bladder had to be at its absolute maximum capacity. I was maybe a hundred meters from my house when I felt the first little stream slide down my thigh. The pad had reached its limit. By the time I entered the driveway, my knickers and both my thighs were very damp, but it was nothing compared to the bucket of wee still inside of me. I got inside and tore off my blouse and skirt. I swear, I looked pregnant, there was just so much wee in there. I twisted open the jug and immediately squeezed it between my thighs, but there was still a part of me that wanted to keep holding it in. I wanted to feel it, I wanted to feel my absolute limit. There was also a much larger part of me that NEEDED to cum before I let all my wee out. Despite the unfathomable pressure and pain I was feeling, I removed the jug and made for the stairs to my room. I had to climb them on all fours, the effort of lifting my weight with my legs alone wouldn't allow me to keep holding. It took almost five minutes just to get upstairs. I somehow made it into my room, and I reached into my knickers and tore the pad out. I tossed it into the rubbish and leaned back into my bed, my legs hanging off the side. I was safe now, away from the public eye. I reached between my legs, and within half a second of touching myself through my knickers, I had an explosive orgasm that blew my last one out of the water. I lost all control of my limbs, my legs shaking violently and my chest heaving. If it wasn't for the contractions in my privates, I would have weed on the carpet. As soon as I regained the slightest bit of control over my body, slid off the bed into a kneel and shoved the open jug between my legs again. And I held it in, I kept holding it for as long as I bloody could. Ten minutes passed, and I was almost screaming from the effort of holding it, biting into my bra strap to suppress the sound. I had another orgasm right then, and I managed to turn around and lean against my bed so I wouldn't collapse. And then it happened again. The way my body was feeling, it was completely unreal. I never could have imagined that pleasure like that could possibly exist. I didn't even feel human, I felt BETTER than human. I was unaware of my actual body, I was just a cluster of nerves firing on all cylinders as I came again and again without even touching myself. Even though my vision was blurred, I could see on my bedside clock that I had held it in for FORTY MINUTES after I got home. My bladder was screaming, all my senses completely consumed by my need to wee. I reached fifty one minutes before it finally happened. I honestly didn't even notice at first. The sensations consuming my body were so strong that I couldn't feel myself weeing. I heard it first, the splattering under me. I rubbed tears of pleasure out of my eyes on my blanket and looked down, and I couldn't believe the torrent that was flowing through my knickers. It was seriously like a waterfall. I pressed myself really hard against the opening of the jug so none of it would leak out past my butt. I didn't want to pull my knickers aside because I might lose my grip on the jug if I let go of it with one hand. Eventually, the feeling came back between my legs, and I could feel the warmth of my wee flooding through my knickers. The relief was...it was just out of this world. I was too spent to cum again, but finally emptying my bladder legitimately felt better. I now wish that I'd turned on the stopwatch on my mobile. I wasn't even paying attention to my bedside clock anymore. There's no way to tell, but I seriously think I peed for over two minutes. It just went on for so long. Eventually though, it came to a stop. I couldn't even move for a few minutes after. I was just so exhausted. It took maybe ten minutes before I could slide off of the jug. I sat down in the carpet, my soaked knickers leaving a stain that luckily dried by now... I looked at the jug through hazy eyes, trying to make out the measurements. One thousand, two hundred and fifty millilitres, it said. At the moment, I couldn't believe it. I had more than DOUBLED the 'average' capacity that I'd read about. I was ecstatic. However, I now find myself disappointed. After I recovered, I went online and started searching for other people who might share the same love of holding it that I do. There's actually a huge community out there, thousands of videos, pictures, and stories. There's so much about my sexuality that I never knew. It's so overwhelming. So far I've seen videos of women weeing more than one and a half litres, there was even one that did TWO WHOLE LITRES! I might be far above average, but there's so much room for improvement. I will make it, though. I'm gonna become a better holder than any of them.

** Little side note: there aren't many public toilets in my country, and most of them, including those at railway/bus stations, are paid ones. Those in stores/restaurants/pubs etc are for customers only (you can get yelled at or kicked out for peeing without buying/eating there), some even require a key from staff or code from purchase receipt (they are changed every day). Alcohol abuse is a serious problem here and vandalising doesn't allow for free-access toilets. This makes life both miserable and entertaining, depending on which side of desperation you are. 😉 ** ** Another side note: I'm still learning English, so I'm sorry if it's not as pleasant to read as I intended it to be. Also, when I use a word "girls" in this story, I mean young adults, usually a college students.** Yesterday was a national feast day called "Fat Thursday", which is the once a year occasion when we eat as much sweets (especially our traditional doughnut-like pastries with various fillings) and junk food as one's stomach can stand. It used to be the last day before 40 days long fasting (catholic country) and last moment to eat some non-fasting food, but now we just stuff ourselves to a brim and have fun. As planned I went out with a few female friends. Our goal was to get the most delicious pastries in the whole city, that are baked only once per year, and then go to a pub. This was a day after one of my major intentional holds, so my bladder was weaker than usually and I was taking "just in case" pee every time I had a chance. I have a disability that can affect a bladder, so no one was asking or commenting on that. It was a long evening, filled with various alcoholic drinks, beers, junk food and water (I always drank a lot of water and I make sure I'm putting a bit while drinking alcohol as well to prevent any headaches)... But here's the story. We agreed to meet at uni, because the girls just finished their lectures. I had a few days off, which I used for omorashi fun, so I was a bit unsure about my tired bladder's capacity. I peed twice before leaving home, just to be sure there won't be any surprises during more-than-hour long journey (I live quite far from my uni). There were major roadworks for a few months already, so I knew it might have taken even longer than that. I had a bottle of water with me as I can't go for whole hour without at least few sips. Fast forward 50 minutes and I was stuck in a detour. It's a tiny street that has to endure traffic from two line street that is now being renovated. Traffic jams are common here. I texted my friends and told I'll be a bit late. They suggested meeting me half way, but I knew I needed to hit a restroom before heading out for the evening, so I asked them to wait at uni. It wasn't an emergency, but I could feel a need building up, maybe 5/10. After another 20 minutes I got rid of a decent amount of urine and we went hunting for sweets. After getting our traditional pastries and gulping down some soft drinks to wash the sweetness away, we decided to look for a pub. We live in one of the biggest and famous cities in our country, so there was a lot of tourists in most places, but my friend knew a pub that was hidden from non-locals in a tiny alley. I asked her where a bathroom was and she pointed me behind the bar. I went there straight away, not even telling her what to order for me. It was almost two hours from my last pee break and I was feeling my weaken bladder getting uncomfortably full. I pulled the door handle, but it was stuck. I knocked to check if there was anybody inside, but got no answer. I walked back to my friend, asking if there was a key. She said there must be someone inside and that I should simply wait, so I sighed and went back to wait. Those were a thick, metal doors, so I couldn't really hear anybody inside. Waiting in line always makes my need worse and I could feel that my weaken muscles shouldn't be trusted. I was consciously flexing them to make sure nothing awkward happens. I probably looked weirdly anxious, but wasn't pee dancing yet. Finally after very nervous 5 minutes a young man left the bathroom, so I rushed in. It was a big single-person toilet with no windows and graffiti-like design on walls. I had another decent piss, with stream stronger and longer than last time. I waited a while and tried to pee again, just in case my nerves damage (part of disability) haven't allowed my bladder to empty completely, but there was just a little spurt left. I ordered a citrus beer (I'm one of those guys who can't stand taste of "real beer") and went back to my friends. We spent there a few hours, drinking and talking. I went to pee two more times, my friends were in toilet at least once each. When we decided to leave, I was alone with one of the girls as the rest already went home. She went for the last pee, I surprisingly decided I'm fine, even though it was a while since my last trip. It wasn't long until I've felt it wasn't the wisest decision. We wanted to finish our evening with a special kind of street food, but were unsure about where to find this certain bar. It took us a half an hour to find it, squeezing through crowds and all. We went inside and noticed there's a small line for order station. While waiting I looked around for a bathroom. It was a square bar with only two doors - one for customers to entry and one behind counter-top for employees, leading to supply room or social room I assumed. There was obvious lack of restroom. I clenched my muscles and sighted. I was sure I could hold it for a bit longer, but wasn't sure where else I could go. It was our turn to order and my friend talked me into buying another beer, even though I was reluctant at this point. We took seats near window and chatted casually. The wait was longer than either of us expected, we even considered asking if they took our order right. I was getting a bit desperate. We finally received our food, still chatting and laughing, but my mind was thinking about places with toilet I could access. At some point my friend said she needs to use toilet as well and that we will look for one once we finish our meal. I nodded enthusiastically. My relief had to be visible, because she chuckled a little. I finished first and waited impatiently for her. Our beer bottles were empty, our bladders were angry... When we finally got out, I had to bend a little to make holding easier. We walked down the street, talking through our options. She suggested a few pubs nearby, but I was too shy to just pop in for a quick pee as I knew there was a good chance of us getting yelled at. I knew she would get to the toilet first, because she was leading a way, and couldn't stand thought of her getting relieved while I would be scolded and had to leave still desperate. I wanted a place with toilet out of staff's sight. She moaned at me, but kept thinking about other options. After few minutes of searching she finally pushed me into one of familiar clubs. I was anxious, because it was one of those rare places where there's longer line for gents' than women's. At this point I was keeping my hands in pockets, pushing waistband away from full, hard bladder, making small, slow steps and visibly bending. I wouldn't dare to grab myself even if I was leaking, but I really wanted to. Luckily toilets were really close to entrance, so it wasn't a long walk. There was a line for both toilets, but luckily it was way shorter for gents' - only one guy waited. I wanted to ask him to let me go first, but was way too shy for that. Few times in my childhood I've wet myself only because I was too shy to ask people to let me go in front of them. I stood behind him, moving my weight from foot to foot. My friend kept joking about our emergency, but despite laughing I was internally panicking. I had a numb feeling near my sphincter, which meant that I had very little control over it and could either stay dry, leak or wet myself - all with the same chance. Finally the guy in front of me went inside and I anxiously waited, clenching with all my might. I no longer paid attention to my friend or people around me. Suddenly I felt a tiny leak escaping into my boxers. I still wasn't brave enough to hold myself, but was fully aware that every time I start to leak I have only a few minutes before half of my bladder's content flushes out involuntary. Some drunk guy tried to cut in line, but I scolded him angrily. He laughed and apologised, saying I'm definitely more desperate than him. Well, no s**t, Sherlock, I thought, when a bathroom door opened. I rushed in, almost pushing previous man out of my way, and got inside. Now I should explain, that I'm a person that will choose stall over urinal in almost every possible scenario. I really don't like urinals, and the urinal in front of me was so close to a sink that sometimes you get sprayed with other man's piss while washing hands. So when I saw a stall was taken, I stopped mid-way. I wondered if I could last long enough to get there. I even turned back to stand nearer exit to wait, but at the same moment a longer leak happened. I instantly got over my hate for urinals. Before I got myself out and pointed properly, another spurt came out, wetting my jeans on the outside. I aimed, relaxed and let go. I peed and peed and peed... The stream wasn't stopping. I was starting to feel awkward. Eventually I let everything out and checked how wet I was. It wasn't as bad as I thought, it could be hidden under a coat easily. Feeling relieved and a bit embarrassed I joined my friend, which was still stuck in the line. She was moving a bit, but it was nothing compared to a girl in the front of the line. She was basically dancing waltz, bent over just like I was a few minutes ago. She was almost crying, whispering something to herself. My friend said she got there a short while ago and begged other women to let her go first. She had dark pants and it was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like she had leaked a lot. I was almost staring at her when a girl from back of the line came closer and asked my friend to watch over while she would use men's toilet. My friend agreed and stopped another guy, visibly impatient, from going in, even though stall and urinal were separated with lockable doors. I'm not a fan of girls using men's room when it causes men a problem (I don't mind when there's no line) and discussed it with a friend for a bit to spend some waiting time. Then I noticed that girl in the very front was looking very jealously at gents' door, probably planning on cutting in line as well. We stood like that for a minute or so when suddenly the girl turned back and went outside. I couldn't follow her, so I'm not sure if she started to wet herself or decided to pee outside (I'm pretty sure she would be seen by several people if she had). Women behind her happily moved a few steps closer to the toilet, not caring about desperate girl. Finally my friend got a chance to pee and we left.

Found this video on a twitter profile, it's a clip from one of these Japanese holding challenge videos. Apparently the girl has to hold it without using her hands for 15 minutes. I liked this one though because of how slowly but steadily she looses control. Does anyone happen to know the source of this clip? I'd love to take a look at the full video. As always, download is below, link to twitter post is here: Twitter がぶ edure 15 minutes .mp4

Its been a while since I last wrote a story, and we had a good experience a few weeks ago so it seemed like a good time to start contributing again! The day began with a trip to a city about an hour away. After we had been gone for several hours, she mentioned needing to pee but there were no bathrooms around. I halfheartedly looked around, not seeing any either, and we proceeded along with the day. A while later we passed by a bathroom which she either ignored or didn't see, but I wasn't about to point it out! She has always been good at holding when she is busy, but ever since she started intentionally holding a couple years ago she gives off no outward signals unless she is REALLY desperate, so its hard for me to tell how bad off she is. Finally, about 20 minutes later, she again mentioned that she really needed to pee. I got a bright idea and asked if she wanted to wait until we got home - I gave it a 50/50 chance she would say yes. She thought about it a while before she agreed. Success! As she always does when she mentions really needing to pee, she looked down at crotch and laughed as I tried to discreetly adjust my growing hard-on. "You know, that thing is going to get you in trouble one of these days!" I couldn't really argue with her, but thankfully my pants were fairly loose and it wasn't very noticeable. We continued with the shopping trip, but soon I saw her moving her legs around whenever she stopped, then she started bending over. Shortly after she turned to me and said "OK, if you want me to make it home, we need to go!" I would never purposely put her in a position where she wet herself, so we checked out and quickly made it to the car. As soon as we sat down in the car, she crossed her legs and leaned forward a little before buckling up and settling back for the 45 minute drive home. While I said I would never put her in a position where she wet herself, I still enjoy messing with her so I grabbed a water bottle and took a nice long drink from it while staring straight at her. After I was done, I handed her the water bottle. Normally she will laugh and push it away, but this time, much to my surprise, she grabbed it and took a long swig before telling me "I know I'm going to regret that later, but I am REALLY thirsty!" Needless to say, I had to make some more adjustments downstairs. Over the next 10 minutes, she took a few more small sips of water, immediately groaning each time. Finally, when we were about 30 minutes from home, she moaned loudly and squeezed her legs tightly together. "OK, this is getting ridiculous!" I remembered that unbuttoning my jeans helps when I am doing a long hold, so I told her. "Fine, I'll try anything, but it won't help" she snapped as she hastily unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slightly. "OK, you win. That is WAY better!" I was on a roll, so I decided to push my luck. "That means you can drink some more water, right?" She gave me a cheesy grin and proceeded to drink the rest of the water bottle! I would say she had drunk at least a half liter since we got into the car, and surely it was going to start hitting her soon. She anticipated the effect this would have on me and reach over to unbutton my jeans and slid my now rock-hard dick out, squeezed it, then released it to slap my stomach. "I've got to say, this is getting me REALLY turned on. I can't wait to get back to the house so I can jump on that!" She would occasionally reach over and stroke it a few times. Eventually she leaned down and slid her mouth around it! It caught me surprise because she hasn't done that in quite a while, but she quickly sat back up. "OK, that was a bad idea. Squeezed my bladder and almost peed myself!" Then she reached over and tucked it back in my pants. She then grabbed a soda from supper earlier and drank the rest of it as well. "Hey, I'm really enjoying this so I want to really push myself!" I forced my mind to other things for a while and successfully calmed myself down. At least for another 10 minutes or so - just as we exited the highway, she crossed her lights tightly again and I could feel some stirring down below. Soon she was openly holding herself and loudly said "OK, that was REALLY stupid! I can feel it all going straight to my bladder. I hope I can still make it..." It was everything I could do to concentrate on driving. She got more desperate by the minute before she finally slid her hand inside her pants. "Damn, it is WET down there! If I didn't know better I would say I had already leaked!" She kept her hand inside her panties and from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, it looked like she was doing more than just holding herself. And here comes the erection in full force. Soon she pulled her hand out then slid it back but outside her pants and crossed her legs tightly around it. She was subtly bouncing in her seat now, and getting visibly distressed. It peaked as we turned into our neighborhood and she removed her hands. Just as she did that, she got the "near to the bathroom" syndrome and spurted inter her panties! She quickly jammed her hand back and beat on the door handle with the other. "Oh GOD, I have to pee SO BAD! Can't you go any faster!?" Just as she said this, I hit a bump as I passed a cross street. "Shit, I just leaked again!" and she jammed both hands into her crotch. I quickly came up to another bump so I started slowing down. "What are you doing? Don't slow down, I don't care if there is a bump". She gritted her teeth and grunted as I bounced over the bump. One thing that really amazes me about her is how even when she is really, really, desperate, she can still get distracted and do something else briefly. Just after the bump she blurts out "Hey, lets check the mail! I'm supposed to get something today". She takes a deep breath and moans loudly as she buttons her pants back up then jumps out of the car. I can't help but stare as she is dancing around while pulling the mail out. I am going to stop at this point to bring something up. Some of you are aware, but many probably aren't because I haven't advertised it much. We have a store on Clips4Sale where we sell omorashi-themed videos. It is primarily desperation and peeing related, with some wetting and bull-bladder sex. I would say that about half of the videos are planned in advance (she will purposely get desperate then see where it goes), and about half are where we are out somewhere, she gets desperate, and we decide to record it. I'm kicking myself because normally I would have recorded all of this, but we had taken a brake from videos recently. As such, I didn't even think about it until I saw her dancing around like this, but I quickly pulled my phone out and recorded the last minute back to our house. She was begging me to hurry up and banging her hands on the door again. Needless to say, I was super turned on. I was just hoping she was still in the mood after she peed. She grabbed all of her stuff and the keys and jumped out as soon as the car stopped; I hurried after her to make sure I got a recording of her peeing. As she opened the door, she was greeted by our dog, who she told "Oh, look who needs to pee! I know how you feel, trust me!" She limped back towards the bedroom, and as she passed me she said "OK, are we doing this or what?" Huh? So apparently she was so turned on she didn't care how desperate she was. Awesome! I threw the phone onto a tripod and followed her into the closet where she had already stripped off her pants. I grabbed our water-proof blanked and followed her back where she was waiting not-so-patiently next to the bed. She was begging me to hurry up then held her self as she was waiting, which quickly tuned into rubbing herself. This part gets beyond the normal scope of this site so I'll paraphrase. I knew I wouldn't last long so I fingered her some, where I could feel just how swollen her bladder was (it was BIG). Once I actually entered her, I was right - I could tell I was already close. I lasted about a minute before I pulled out and fingered her some more to get her to an orgasm. As soon as I felt her getting close I re-entered her and we both climaxed hard! The second I pulled out grabbed herself and ran to the toilet. I was quick enough to grab the phone in time get there as she started peeing, and boy did she pee! In fact she was peeing so hard it was actually spraying out kinda sideways, which I don't remember ever seeing her do that before. The one unfortunate part is that the SD card in my phone filled up about 20 seconds after she started peeing, but it lasted for almost a full minute. I will finish this post by saying that I do, indeed, have the recording I mentioned. I will ask her permission, since these are ultimately her videos, but I hope to post the video (minus the sex, obviously) to this site for everyone to enjoy.

I've found a video on PornHub recently that I really liked and I don't think I've seen it here. The account seems to be a collection of random omo videos, and there's no indication as to where this one originally comes from... however, this has to be one of the best omo scenes I've ever seen (even with the poor quality this video has) and I'd REALLY love to know who made it. So if anyone knows who she is and if she made more videos, please let me know. ? Here's the link, and I've also added a download for your convenience. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c0c85af4e14d ph magicman1313 unknown desp gal ends up.mp4

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

Holly woke up that morning with that familiar feeling in her nether regions, having not used the bathroom since she got back from school the previous day and drinking coke and hot chocolate before bed. She stayed under the covers for a few more minutes, as any high schooler would do, savouring the warmth of her blankets and enjoying the sensation of her bladder, squirming to the fullness below, her legs together and sometimes crossing. Eventually, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to make herself presentable for school. While in the shower, Holly constantly pee danced, sometimes rubbing her thighs together, other times stepping on the spot, as the warm running water surrounding her augmented her need to urinate. She survived her shower without letting out a drop, however, and wrapped herself in a towel, and her blonde hair in a separate towel, before brushing her teeth with her legs crossed. After that agony, she contemplated using the toilet, but instead the pleasure of her bladder took over. Instead of peeing now, she would try and hold it until she got to school, and since her bus was rarely early, she might even hold it through her first class, complete with a teacher who didn't let anyone out. Yeah, she thought. "Oi! Get out! I need to get ready!" The shouting, along with copious door banging, shifted Holly out of her trance. "Get out already!" "Gimme a second, Zara!" Holly adjusted the towel around her, and then opened the door, at which moment she was immediately pushed by a frantic Zara. "Zara!" "Get out! I'm gunna pee myself!" "That explains the crossed legs and kangaroo jumping." "Just go!" "Okay, okay." Holly, after adjusting her towel again, left her older sister and went to her room and took her uniform, a dark yellow dress, out of her closet while she half danced on her feet and laid it on her bed before sitting down and attempting to cross her legs. Her towel, however, was too tight so she had to remove it, exposing her still developing breasts, and then cross her legs. For good measure, her bladder forced her to lean forward for a few seconds. She stayed there for a couple of minutes, wriggling around on her bed, until... "Hey Holly." Holly immediately shielded her boobs from the smiling nine year old Penny who had just opened the door and was now jumping and dancing in her doorway. "Oh my god! Penny! Get out!" "Why?" "Er, look at me. Also, why are you so jumpy! Do you need to pee?" Penny shook her head, while Holly wiggled again at the sight of her obviously desperate sister. "Sure, Penny." Holly gave a smirk to her, and then bundled her out of the room while shielding herself with her towel. Closing the door behind her, she bent down and held herself for a few seconds and then finally put her dress on. She then got out the optional school issued belt and put it on, wincing just before it got to her usual hole. Holly, being her naughty self, tightened it two more holes just to torture herself, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. While Holly was waiting for her toast to pop up, she got an empty water bottle and filled it up, the running water causing her to dance on the spot in desperation. When the bottle was full, she chugged the whole thing until it was finished for the sole purpose of filling her already stressed bladder. By this time, her toast popped up, so she spread some Nutella on it, made some iced coffee, and went to the lounge to eat while watching TV, her legs tightly crossed. Soon after, Penny joined her, now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but just as jumpy as before and now with her hand in her crotch. "Penny, go to the bathroom," Holly pleaded. "You're gunna wet yourself." "No I'm not." "Yes you are." "I don't wanna go to the bathroom." "Suit yourself." They sat there watching TV and eating breakfast, Holly with her legs entwined together, Penny sitting on her feet and squirming uncontrollably with one hand permanently at her crotch. Eventually, Holly finished her breakfast and went to the kitchen to pack her lunch. Standing up made it harder to keep control of her bladder and now she had to keep moving or else she would be on the verge of wetting herself, but that is exactly how Holly liked it. She liked it so much, in fact, that after packing her lunchbox, she filled another bottle up and chugged it. "You're thirsty," Zara questioned. "Gotta stay hydrated." "True that. You're also kinda fidgety. Hey, you need to pee, don't ya." "No." Zara raised an eyebrow at Holly. "You don't want to pee. But you definitely need to pee." "I like how it feels." Zara laughed. "Hey! You like it too!" Holly retorted, before crossing her legs and bending down for a few seconds. "Alright, I do too. How long you planning to hold it?" "Until first class." "You know you'll never get to pee before first class." "Well, I'll just have to hold it longer and suffer the amazing feeling I have right now." Penny suddenly ran in to the kitchen with her plate in one hand and her crotch in the other and then attempted to pour some juice into a glass, which required both hands. She resorted to tightly crossed legs and vigorous movement in her attempt to hold it in, but this, along with her relative lack of height, prevented her from successfully pouring the juice, so Zara had to pour it for her. Penny then drank the whole glass in one go, with a hand back in her crotch and tightly crossed legs, and ran back to the couch to watch TV and squirm. Holly took the water bottle she left in the fridge the previous night and put that and her lunchbox in her bag, before uncrossing her own legs and going to the bathroom to do her hair. When she came back, she noticed that Penny was now holding with both hands. "Penny," Zara said, "bring your bag here. Our bus is almost here, so yours will be here soon." Penny hobbled over to her bag and brought it over to Zara, who put Penny's lunchbox and water bottle inside while Penny was pee dancing and holding with both hands. Zara then offered Penny more juice, which Penny accepted and then gulped down. The three sisters then made their way to the door, and Zara and Holly stepped outside, but Penny suddenly ran back inside, both hands still in her crotch. "You think she leaked?" Zara asked. "Yep." "Our bus will be here in, like, two minutes. Should we leave her?" "Nah." Penny came back a few minutes later, no longer holding herself and now in a new pair of jeans. Holly, meanwhile, was bending down with her legs crossed every so often. "Did you wet yourself, Penny?" Zara asked. "A little," Penny responded. "Aww, that's okay. Let's go now. I can see our bus coming." The three walked around the corner to the bus stop, and the high school bus approached them. Holly and Zara got on and said goodbye to Penny, whose primary school bus would arrive a few minutes later. They found a seat near the back, and Holly tightly crossed her legs upon sitting down. "Good luck walking to class without anyone noticing," Zara said. "I'll be fine." "You sure?" "Yeah. Besides, this feels too good to let go." "You won't be thinking that by the end of class, though." They talked about other stuff for the remainder of the half hour bus ride, like homework and boys, but Holly's bladder was still at the forefront of her thoughts. When they finally arrived at school, Holly was fidgeting on her seat. The sisters waited for everyone else to get off the bus before they got off the bus themselves, and Holly bent down and crossed her legs as she stepped out. Within seconds of the bus leaving again, the bell rang and Holly and Zara hugged each other goodbye, Holly's bladder wincing at the pressure. Holly attempted to walk normally, but found she had to keep her legs together to avoid leakage. This made her slower and, more importantly, more conspicuous as she walked to form class, which was literally 25 minutes of announcements and handing out forms. When she arrived, she went to her usual seat next to her friends Hannah and Lauren, and yet again entwined her legs. The friends talked about random things, and Holly's plight seemed to go unnoticed, and by the time form class had ended, she had drank half her bottle of water. With her bladder now even fuller, it was harder to walk without showing signs of desperation, but Holly managed to do so, even stopping at a water fountain so she could drink the rest of her bottle and refilled it. The sound and sight of running water made her spasm and she quickly brought her legs together before crossing them and risking looking desperate. When she got to class, the bell rang and she took a seat next to her friend Jasmine, and by now crossing her legs when seated was a default setting. "Hi Jasmine!" "Hey Holly!" "What was your answer for Question 9? "This." Holly showed Jasmine her homework, and Jasmine copied it down before the teacher could collect it. As the teacher was collecting the homework, Holly felt a twinge in her bladder and had to resist putting her hand in her crotch, and she loved the feeling. "Today, we will be learning some new French words," the teacher announced, and started introducing words which most of the class didn't know. Holly, however, could actually speak decent French, so she was learning essentially nothing. She soon zoned out and started thinking about other things, her bladder coming to the forefront as the minutes ticked by, and also became more sleepy. "Holly, what's the word for candle? Holly. Holly!" Jasmine whispered. "Oh, hey. What?" "What's candle?" "Oh. Bougie." "Thanks. Oh, I got some energy drinks. Want one?" "Yeah, okay." Holly figured the drink would keep her awake, if not from the caffeine, then from her filling bladder, which was already causing her to fidget. The drink did indeed keep her more alert, but after twenty or so minutes, her need to pee became much worse, and she was now considering using a hand to help her cause. Eventually, after copious wriggling and the odd bending forward, she had no choice but to do so. Now Holly was no longer at risk of leaking, but she could still feel her pee entering her urethra, teasing her. At least she could focus properly on the lesson, not that she really needed to anyway. The teacher was now calling people up to write phrases on the board, and Holly was looking at their poor attempts to write French. "Look at this shit, Jazz!" "I know, right?" "I wonder what it must be like to have not seen French until now?" "Who knows?" "This is merde." Holly and Jasmine laughed, which caused Holly to let a few drops out, and continued looking at their struggling classmates. Soon after however, Holly was called up. She now had to walk up to the whiteboard without her fellow students knowing that she was close to wetting herself. She stood up very gingerly, her legs remaining crossed until she was upright, and slowly walked down to the front, keeping her legs close together. She then translated the teacher's sentence from English into perfect French on the board, no one the wiser that she was leaking drops the whole time. Strangely, Holly quite liked the feeling of almost wetting herself and secretly wished she could stand there until the end of the lesson, but instead, to the slight relief of her bladder, she went back to her seat. Her hands, however, did not go back into her crotch. She resisted holding herself, letting her nether regions be teased to no end, and suddenly feeling thirsty, Holly downed the rest of her water bottle. Again. She had now consumed four bottles of water before 10:00 and, having skipped her morning pee, was paying the price. "Do you need to pee, Holly?" "Yeah." "How bad?" "Pretty bad." "I gotta go real bad as well." "Really?" "Yeah." Holly hadn't noticed until now, but Jasmine had recently put both hands into her crotch. Meanwhile, her own squirming was now uncontainable, and she could only hope no one apart from Jasmine would notice. Another ten minutes passed, and Holly was now starting to leak every so often. She loosened her belt by two notches to reduce the pressure, but it did nothing to stop the urine already in her urethra from teasing her. Meanwhile Jasmine was starting to rock back and forth, and watching her open desperation was accentuating Holly's need, and she was actively resisting holding her crotch, partly to avoid detection, mostly because it felt so good to keep her hands away. There were still fifteen minutes until the lesson ended, however, and Holly was unsure if she could keep it in without using her hands. Soon after, a significant leak answered her question. She attempted to stop the flow by squeezing her legs tighter and wiggling round, but she was forced to bring her hand down when the flow didn't stop, and Holly now couldn't let go of her crotch. Now Holly could only hope that the bell would ring before her hands were no longer enough. "Oh my god. I have to pee so bad," whispered Jasmine. "I can see that." "You don't look so good either." "I have to pee worse than you." "No you don't. I'm gunna wet myself in, like, ten minutes." "Good thing the bell rings in ten minutes, then." "I'm not gunna make it." "Sure you will." "I sure hope so." "Also, stop rocking like that. Everyone's looking at you." "Like they aren't looking at you too." "Well you look like a doofus, so they're looking at you more." "Hey!" The two friends by now were far too occupied by their bladders to pay any attention to the French, or their classmates attempts at it, on the board, and were now waiting for the lesson to end, and after another ten minutes, each slower than the last, the bell for break finally rang. Jasmine bolted off as soon as they were released, but Holly stayed back, being forced to take great care on standing up, and upon doing so her bladder leaked, forcing her to grip her crotch to stop the flow. Only after she regained control could Holly exit the room, and even then she was half walking, half hobbling, her legs not daring to part, and once in the hallway she couldn't use her hands as that would give her away, and she didn't want to follow Jasmine's example. By the time she found a bathroom, she was leaking regularly, and to make matters worse all the cubicles were taken. At least now in the bathroom she could use her hands again. In the agonising minutes she had to stand, or rather dance, there, however, pee was starting to drip down her legs. Holly knew she couldn't wait any longer, and yet the sensation of being seconds from wetting herself felt so good to her. I wish I could hold this longer and just wet myself, she thought. Besides, I never pee unless I really really have to anyway. Then finally, a door opened, and Holly waddled in. She still had to release her hands to undo her belt and lift her dress up, though. Undoing her belt proved to be far harder under duress than it was normally, and with no hands holding back the flood inside her, pee was now running down her legs and she had to stop it from reaching her shoes. Her belt finally came undone and Holly lifted her dress and sat on the toilet, and she released a torrent into it. It took at least two minutes for her bladder to empty, and it was two minutes of ecstasy for her.

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 this happened Sunday just gone, figured I'd share the little story I have ~ So if you guys had caught my status update the other day, I unfortunately had to undergo a 24 hour urine sample collection (to check the health of my kidneys). So the general gist of the collection was that you had to empty your bladder before starting and THEN, for the next 24 hours, collect all urine into this one large 5L container. Since I'm a girl and can't just go straight into it, I opted for using a makeshift-cup and transferring the fluids into the large one. This was the same day I had decided to plan a little hike up to the peaks district with @Zest, and I wasn't going to let it get in the way of our little day out. ❤️ I start this 'collection' around 8am, and we set off around 10am to go for this nice little venture out. Now, for those who might live outside the UK, the Peak District is a bunch of mountains and hills, it gets quite high and you definitely need to be a bit more prepared than just heading out in a coat and some trainers (oops). Alas, me and Zest drove there, and since they're literally mountains we found that it was quite thick with snow, ice and fog with the cold wintery weather, nothing like the milder rain we'd been having where we live. (here's a photo of when the fog began to clear up - doesn't really show well but that valley had a very steep drop to it with a river at the base! You can just about make shape of the windy path that goes all the way back and wraps around.) So anyway, we spent a good hour and a half hiking through all this snow and mud, we got to the 'peak' of the particular mountain we'd walked around and decided we'd probably best start heading back as we had a limited time on parking. It was at this point I finally realised that I actually needed the bathroom, the aching in my legs from the climbing and walking had been a good distraction for the most part. I was also very much aware that I still needed to do this 'collection'. In the car I'd brought a container and a bottle to store the urine in until back home, on the off chance that I may have needed to go pee, but unfortunately that was an hour away in the car's boot. It was almost like I had a timer to beat, we started heading back down at a far quicker pace than when we climbed, though we slowed down considerably at some slippy, muddy parts, which made the urge to go even worse! We'd gotten a little over half-way back and Zest slipped and fell in some snow. As he was ahead of me I got to witness the whole thing and it's not even like it was just a quick slip. He full on fell over in a comedic fashion, legs akimbo in the air and straight onto his butt in the snow. It broke me. I burst out laughing and couldn't contain myself. It wasn't until I felt that brief feeling of loss of control that I actually started to worry and had to squeeze my thighs shut. Amidst trying to control my laughter, hold myself and make sure Zest was okay, I indeed felt myself leak. >////< I haven't ever laughed so hard to end up losing control for a few moments, so it was such a weird sensation. I felt my underwear grow warm and damp in contrast to the cold weather. Being slightly worried about messing up the 'collection' sobered me up a little, and after a few moments I managed to gain a bit of composure, to stop myself from releasing the whole torrent I had waiting to burst back out. I fessed up to Zest, who found it endearingly cute and... probably more (ahah). He encouraged us on and after what felt like forever, finally made it back to the car. Coming off the mountain it was a good 10-15 minute walk to get back to the car itself, the mixture of finally touching solid, un-slippy ground and finally having a chance to pee felt like bliss as I had to hurriedly walk, bladder feeling achingly full and sloshy. There was a bathroom at the car park, and with my bag containing the bottle and little makeshift container in hand, I practically bounded for the restroom. Inside there were three small cubicles, a few sinks to wash hands and a clunky sounding hand drier. Stumbling into the women's bathroom I was suddenly aware that it was quite busy within. There were two ladies at the sinks, seemingly getting ready to head up into the peaks, and the middle stall was also occupied. Rushing into the nearest one I hoisted my leggings and underwear down, pulled the container out and squatted over the toilet, hand awkwardly holding the container in place. The sudden relief was bliss... ...however the obvious sound of the urine pouring into something other than the toilet filled me with utter embarrassment. When I was done I pulled the water bottle out and timed transferring the pee as soon as I heard the rattly hand drier turn on. I cleaned up, hid the bag between my legs as I washed my hands hastily and rushed back to the safety of the car. So, not quite a 'full' accident, but such a close call I was worried I'd mess up! >///< Also for the record, though I forgot to take a picture right at the end, I filled up a little over a third of that 5L collection bottle, which I had to awkwardly carry back to my doctors the following morning, in a green biohazard bag! o_o

Hey guys, this story was a commission by Rick Dixon, and he helped with the storyline and setting, so props to him for that! Hope you like it! As always C and C welcome and appreciated! And finally! Enjoy! I’ve attached a stock photo of Alison so you can all visualise her! Alison, was full of regret, she had been working hard all day, intending to try and get off early so she could drive over to see her little brother’s play on sleeping beauty. But it had been a hot day, and her decision to skip bathroom breaks in favour of getting to the school all the earlier was really starting to prove a uncomfortable error. No matter how much her mom would have bitten her head off for being even later than she already is. As she parked her car, Alison decided that she would really struggle to get through this play, knowing how long it is likely to drag on, and so walks as quickly as her tightly pressed legs would allow to the nearest bathroom. As she is walking towards the toilets her bladder is pulsing, being so close to relief, but as she turns the corner she is met by the sight of a janitor slapping a cleaning in process sign on the door. Alison stopped and squirmed trying to maintain some dignity as she asked. “ err.. sir? Please can I go in first? I am really desperate and I need to go before the play starts!” “Sorry miss you’ll just have to hold it for a minute” replied the janitor Alison was about to protest that she might not have that long when the tannoy sounded, signalling the start of the play, and so with a humph she minced her way to her seat. As soon as she sat down, Alison crossed her legs as tightly as she could, aiming to dash for the toilets as soon as she could. However the curtains open to a bubbling pot of water, which did nothing to help Alison, who was trying to think of anything but liquids, and deciding that the janitor would be finished by now, got up to make a dash for it. “Sit down! It’s almost the intermission, be polite Alison!” Whispered her mother, pulling her back into her seat with a painful jolt to her bladder, sending it sloshing around “Would it be polite to have a flood in this hall?” Muttered Alison, her long dark hair fanning out in front of her pale face, as she slowly slipped a hand between her legs. Alison glanced through her hair to the stage where her brother had just walked on, however she couldn’t hear his lines. ‘He must have stage fright!’ she thought, before wincing as the child next to her started slurping from his drink loudly, the sounds travelling straight to her strained bladder. As she looked away from the child, her foot tapping away, and her arms crossed over her chest, she noticed the intermission sign being placed up. This was her chance! She slowly rose to her feet, making sure not to put any pressure on her bladder, which was bulging out over the top of her tight jeans, when she was roughly pulled back into her seat once more by her mother, her ass landing in the seat with such force that a small spurt of pee squirted out of her crotch and dampened her panties. Alison quickly placed both hands in her crotch and squeezed for all she was worth, as her mother whispered to her. “Sit down, it starting again!” “You can’t be serious!” Alison moaned, how could her brother do this to her? She looked at the stage willing it to end, her brother was just about to kiss the sleeping beauty, then the curtains rolled back to reveal a running waterfall, and a random child for some reason, but Alison didn’t notice that, she was too busy bending over and shoving her hands deeper into herself in an effort not to wet herself like a child right there. Then as if to add to her torture, the sprinklers turned on outside. Alison had tears welling in her eyes as she felt a drop leak past her defences and trail down the inside of her thigh. However her salvation was at hand, her brother had just kissed the girl, and now everyone was stood up and clapping as they all bowed. Alison didn’t waste a second, she pushed past her row, not caring for the moment what she looked like, only that she made it to a toilet before she completely peed her pants. She turned the corner and the cleaning notice was down! “Thank god! I’m going to burst!” She cried As the pushed the door, but she hit resistance, she pushed harder, and this time she could hear raised voices. The door swung open to a livid looking girl. “WHAT?!” She screamed. “I need to use the bathroom. I..I’m going to have an accident!” Alison Stuttered. “WAIT YOU’RE DAMN TURN!” The girl screamed before slamming the door Alison bobbed down and wiggled her ass, trying to hold back the flood, which, being so close to relief, was pulsating against her tired muscles and getting more insistent by the minute. But just then she heard the jangling of keys, she swivelled around to see the janitor walking to his closet. Alison hobbled over to him and grabbed him by the shoulder, he turned around and recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hi there Miss, all’s finished now!” He Chirped “It’s occupied, is there another.. nngh!.. toilet?!” Alison Groaned. “Why yes! On the other side of the building!” The janitor replied, seemingly obvious to Alison’s shaking form, with both hands buried in her crotch. “T..thank you!” Alison called, moving as fast as she could, hoping it wasn’t too late. How she managed to cross the school without losing it all was a miracle, however as she opened the door to the corridor holding the toilets, she was met with an ugly sight, a long line. “Just my luck!” Alison cried, as another spurt escaped her hold. With no other choice, Alison joined the end of the queue, dancing around and blushing when she realised that some of the girls were looking at her and muttering, she tried to keep still but only succeeding in spurting into her soaked panties, leaving a coin sized wet patch on the crotch of her jeans. Alison glanced at the Male toilets, with no line. There was no choice really. She hobbled over to the door, but as she pushed on it, it swung open with such force that Alison was sent crashing into the person exiting, losing control and peeing for a full second before she managed to gain a wavering control. Alison blushed deep crimson, It was Chris! Her high school crush! “Oh hey Alison! I’ve not seen you in years! How are you?” Chris oozed, “Chris, I’d love to chat, but I really need to pee and I... oh no!” Alison Sobbed, as she felt her bladder give in, and flood her jeans. Face like a tomato, Alison sank down to her knees in her rapidly growing puddle of pee, face in her hands, her hair shielding everyone from view, as she sobbed her heart out. ‘Oh why didn’t I just pee before I left?!’ Fin

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?

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