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View File SL_036 This is part 3 of a series my friend gave me, if I get access to parts 1 and 2 ill definitely post them here aswell P.S if this is a repost it was not intentional and if it is could someone let me know asap Submitter Joey1234 Submitted 05/24/2020 Category JAV Collections  

Twitter user cuteleaks uploaded a series of really cute videos featuring her holding, leaking and eventually wetting in her jeans. I took the liberty of merging the videos into a single file for viewing comfort and downloadability. All credit goes to cuteleaks on Twitter: https://twitter.com/cuteleaks First tweet in the series: twitter cuteleaks leaking bathtub merged.mp4

Hello omo community im back, but not for long, just wanted to post a small story about my first trip To Bangor Maine, had a very close call back when this happened. So lets keep it short and sweet. So I was in Grade 11, I was 16 and Me, my step mom, my dad, sister and my brother were all going shopping over at Maine.. yay. I hate shopping so the whole trip was a drag but what was a little fun was my ever growing need to release my bladder into my jeans, I was just wearing a super simple pair of blue jeans, nothing special, and I remember wearing a dark red pair of fruit of the loom boxers (strange how I remember this) During the trip I got thristy and for some reason my dumbass bought two large bottles of water, I drank them both fairly quickly because in Bangor that summer it was HOT. And shortly after I needed to go.. My bladder is pretty strong, but when i leak, I leak badly and this was definitely a bad showing of my bladded and its strength, the longest I ever held before was 9 hours (still stands true to this day and I keep trying but I can never beat it) and I felt my bladder kicking at my stomach for me to pee. I denied my bladders requests only because there simply was no bathroom nearby, like for any of you guys who live or have been to Maine there is just alot of forests. So as the drive continued I felt my boxers getting damper and damper, I crossed my legs and the leaks jept coming rapidly, I remember a spot about the size of about 3 marbles clumped together inbetween my legs because I forced my penis down so the wet spot wouldn't show where the front of my jeans were. And soon a rest stop came up and I pleaded for my dad to stop and he did, I hopped out of the car and made a mad dash for the bathroom, almost hitting a game warden on the way in, and I saw the mens bathroom sign and I pissed out what felt the Niagara falls, the pure force of my piss hitting the water in the toilet (there wasn't a urinal) was so loud, i looked at my boxers and they were pretty damp, I panted and gasped standing there holding myself, then once I was done, I looked in the mirror and made a super shocked expression to myself, washed my hands and that was the trip! Lame.. yet I had a super close call. That was it, sorry if this story was a bit more boring, i didn't actually explode into my boxers, but I enjoyed the experience, I'll probably be gone again for another while but I'll check back here to see if there are any replies or messages, thanks guys! Stay corona free ❤ wash your hands.

A few days ago, Pornhub (or how they call themselves now StayhomeHub), gave Premium access to everyone worldwide for free!!! - with the goal of keeping us busy in during the lockdown. Now that we all have Premium, we might as well use it! Let's share some links to some good omo content that was previously behind a paywall! - particular videos or wrole authors. I listed the things I am looking for personally (l like women.) in the post's tags, but feel free to suggest anything else, as other people are surely looking things as well. Please provide links, names and a brief description - for everyone's convenience.

Well its past midnight for me, but you get the idea. I have the whole story pasted, so.. here it is. Warning: anything that is surrounded with || (||like this||) involves messing. I didnt want to just cut out parts of the story or make it a complete messing story, so it's gonna work like this. You have been warned. So I ordered a pair of pull-ups a couple of weeks ago. They arrived today, so I went into my bathroom and put them on. I didnt pee in the morning, so I had to go pretty badly. They sent me one pull-up and two.. absorbent pads. I'm wearing one while writing this and.. they're pretty absorbent. I put on the pull-up and hid the box (I dont live alone.) Before I put it on, though, I let out half of my morning pee so the diaper doesnt overflow quickly. I then wet. I was standing up, and the diaper was a bit big for me, so some of it leaked out. I shrugged it off, but I realized my diaper was already basically soaked anyways. I then remembered about the pads, and put one in my pull-up so it wouldn't leak anymore. ||I realized I felt like I needed to poop, but I ignored it.|| keep in mind it was like 4 pm because I overslept. I sat down and went on with my day, occasionally leaking into my pull-up ||and my need to poop increasing||. I eventually really get proper desperate, I wet whenever was possible. Kinda lame idea. Eventually it was 9 pm, and my pull-up was pretty wet. It hasn't leaked though. I put clothes into the dryer for later and then got onto my computer to do something. ||I really had to poop at this point, it felt like it was gonna come out really soon.|| i realized I've never just gotten into the shower with a diaper on, so I figured I'd try it later. eventually I ||couldn't hold in my poop so i|| gathered clothes to change into later and some things for the shower. ||I then finally messed my pull-up. It wasnt much, surprisingly though since I held it in all day.|| I then got some other underwear that I wouldn't mind getting ruined if something happened to hold my pull-up.. up (haha) so nothing would leak out. I then stepped in, and.. let me tell you, it was AMAZING. Water rushed into my already soaked ||and messed|| pull-up and it expanded a lot. It felt great. I eventually got out of the shower and took off the underwear and wondered what it would be like to get in there with just the pull-up and nothing else. I did so, but quickly got out in fear of things spilling out. I took off my pull-up, and wow, the pad was like.. a water balloon. It was cool. I then cleaned up a little bit and threw away the big and soaked pull-up. Considering I threw it away in a trash can that's overflowing and shared with everyone in my place, it'll probably be found. I did little to close it up haha. Anyways, I got back in and properly showered. Once I was out I grabbed the other pad so I could wear it when writing this. I'm wearing it now and since I type fast not much has changed. I have peed in it a little but not much. That was the whole thing, ya. This isnt my first padded experience, but it was a hella good one.

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

Okay so i wanted to make a character who lives through some experiences and they will all be on this thread here. I hope you all enjoy these. Chapter 1 Holly's Realization. Holly was a regular girl. She was ordinary in every way. Sometimes she caught guys looking at her but other than that she was invisible. More importantly she had only ever wet herself once, when she was 7 and she couldn't hold it in the car. She stopped and grabbed her crotch. She couldn't believe she hadn't gone to the toilet at school. She had rushed off home for the start of the summer without thinking about her bladders discomfort and now she was about to wet herself on the way home. Her bladder ached with every move. She hadn't been this desperate ever before and was starting to doubt that she would make it at all. Her pink cotton panties where clinging to her rounded butt underneath her skirt. She was also wearing a school shirt that showed her pink bra slightly underneath. She carried on walking again determined to make it. "Come on Holly, You,re 16 years old! You aren't going to wet yourself walking home from fucking school!" she repeated over and over in her head. The idea of wetting herself was so alien to her, pee should be in the toilet not in her panties. SO WHY WAS SHE STRUGGLING SO MUCH TO HOLD IT IN?! She stopped again to hold herself. She bent over as an urge swept through her causing her bladder to push. She clenched all her muscles and held it in. Her vagina muscles where fatiguing fast however. She had to get home quick. She looked at where she was and estimated that she had about 15 minutes left of the walk. She started to walk faster when a voice came from behind her. "Hey Holly!" She turned around to see Max running up to her. "Hey Max whats up?" She asked as calmly as she could, her hands no longer at her crotch. She had stood up straight when he came up to her making her bladder feel way more tight. "Not much, just saw you and thought i would walk with you until we pass my house" he replied. Holly liked Ben, he didn't take shit from anybody and displayed no shame in just being himself. Yet right now she didn't want to see her friend. They walked further on. The pressure in Holly's bladder was becoming unbearable and she was finding it hard to stand up straight. "Ugh so glad we don't have to see Ms Hedgeway until next year" Max sighed. "Ye... she's such a drag" Holly muttered trying to sound as normal as possible. She caught her self leaning forward slightly and straitened her body. Her bladder pushed and her muscles spasmed. A tiny drop of pee leaked its way out of Holly. She clenched as hard as she could and panicked. She was about to wet herself like a 3 year old in front of someone. She felt the droplet make contact with her panties. Holly felt cold, her mouth was dry and she was starting to shiver nervously. "You okay Holly?" Max asked "You seem a bit off" "Ye... ye im... who am i kidding Max I have to pee." she laughed nervously. "Oh well you can use my house if you want. Its only like 5 minutes away" Max smiled. She hadn't thought of that! Maybe she would make it after all. 5 minutes isn't that long! She bent over slightly but still didnt want to grab herself in front of Max. "Ye that would actually be really helpful tha..." She stopped. An urge came over her forcing her bladder to push out its contents. She grabbed her crotch and bent over. Clentching every muscle she had Holly stood there as her poor muscles fought off another urge. She tried as hard as she could but a small leak trickled out of her burning pee hole. She felt a small warmth spread throughout her vagina and doubled over still fighting the urge. "Holly are you okay?" Max asked. "I... I'm fine don't worry" She replied with a clenched face. "You dont seem fine..." "I'm FINE" she shouted. Another small trickle came out. She could feel a bead of pee run down her bare leg. "Lets just hurry please i don't think i can hold it much longer." "Why don't you go in a bush?" He replied casually. Only to be answered with a glare. The urge passed and she started walking fast again. He could now feel her underwear was damp. "Here we are" Max said as they walked up to his front door. He casually looked for his keys in his bag. Holly watched as she struggled against her enlarged bladder. The pain was unbearable and she could barely think. She felt red in the face as another small trickle came out of her. "Max please hurry i REALLY need to go." She felt a couple of froplet of urning go running down her legs. Max was still rummaging around for his keys. "Max please I can't hold it in much longer" She felt more pee escape her. Her bladder was on its last legs. "MAX HURRY" she shouted as a quick squirt of pee came crashing out of her. Holly noticed it made a very small hiss when it came out. She hoped from foot to foot hoping he didnt hear the hiss. Max was becomign more and more panicked as he looked for his keys. He couldn't find them at all! Holly felt an urge start to come over her. She knew she wasn't going to survive it. She was going to pee her panties full force in front of Max. She didnt't know what to do. She could barely think. Another quick spurt came. Then another and anpther and another. She was wetting herself. She ran behind a bush nearby and pulled her panties down as it came out full force. Her body was expelling the urine hard. "Holly i got it open... whatcha doing behind there?" Max came round the bush and saw Holly crouching with tears running down her face. She saw him and yanked her panties back up whilst still peeing full force. She tried to stop it but couldn't. Max looked away realising what was happenning but it was too late. She had finished. She stood up crying. How could that have just happened?? She had wet herself like a child. "I'm really sorry Holly. I really am. I didn't see anything i swear" Max apologized. "Don't worry. It's my fault. I'm sorry" She walked off feeling grateful that she was wearing a skirt to hide what had happened. She would text Max later to apologize and make things less awkward. When she got home she had a shower. But during the shower she couldn't help but think about what happened. She realized the more she thought about it the more turned on she got... She couldn't stop thinking about how warm it was and how good it felt to relieve the pressure. She thought some how in some weird way she was... glad that it happened. She couldn't help but thinking.... She wanted to do it again...

Moaning Moses Moses refreshed him emails yet again almost crying with relief to see what he had been waiting for: In the midst of a global epidemic his home country were coming to his rescue. He had a place on the final repatriation flight to Manchester and he was flying that night. Moses read and reread the email, his small case already packed in preparation. He’d been over on an extended break visiting his cousin and supporting him in setting up his new business but when the town, then city then pretty much the whole of Greece became engulfed in the outbreak of SD1 Moses had started to panic that he’d never get home. Hundreds were ill and thousands being tested daily and Moses didn’t want to be among them. Nervous, but grateful, his only way to get to the airport that night was taxi as public transport had been halted in a bid to contain the spread of the virus. The airport felt eerily quiet with just one flight leaving and the only staff wearing masks and gloves. In addition every passenger had their temperature taken and their blood pressure and heart rate noted before being approved to board. Finally Moses was shown to his window seat for the five hour flight to the U.K. He safely stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and had just closed it over when he was joined by a couple and their young baby who occupied the seats beside him. With no other flights landing or taking off the special government paid flight was taxiing down the run way and taking off in no time at all. Moses made himself comfortable and was grateful for the on board refreshments accepting a cup of tea then a bottle of water and a oat bar before dosing to sleep. A couple of hours later Moses woke feeling a twinge in his bladder. The seatbelt light was off though he still had his on and he decided he’d head to the toilet. The plane lights had been dimmed but even in the low lighting Moses quickly made out that the couple beside him were both sleeping with the young baby asleep in the mother’s arms. Moses stood up as much as he could but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to squeeze past without waking all three. He wasn’t desperate so decided to wait and see if they woke soon. In the meantime he tried dosing again and looking out the window. Three hours into the flight and both passengers bedside him were in a deep sleep, snoring and open mouthed beside him. Moses crossed his legs and shifted in his seat, his bladder more persistent in its pressure now. By his calculations there was just an hour and a half left of the flight so surely they would wake soon and as long as he could go before landing he should be ok. He hoped so anyway. At least with both of the couple asleep and the lights dimmed no-one could see him giving himself a squeeze and a longer hold now and again. Still he tried to take his mind off things and opened his phone to play a game for a while and listen to some music. Moses couldn’t fully relax though as time continued on and he remained stuffed by the window with no way out. Several times he thought about waking the couple beside him and had they not had a young baby he probably would have. He was uncomfortable and could feel his bladder hard against his waistband. Checking no-one could see he unclipped his trousers and gave himself yet another squeeze. This was turning out to be one of the longest flights he’d ever been on. Moses shuffled in his seat unable to sit in one position for long. He really needed to relieve his bladder and in all his moving he accidentally stirred the baby sleeping in his mother’s arms beside him. The baby began kicking and whining waking its mum and although embarrassed about waking them Moses at last thought he might get to use the toilet. Alas an announcement from the captain and the seatbelt lights coming on prevented him yet again. As the plane was beginning it’s decent low cloud was causing some turbulence and as a precaution the captain was asking passengers to remain seated with the seat belts fastened until they landed safely in Manchester. On arrival, he reminded them, they would be escorted through the airport by staff and into awaiting coaches where they would be taken to university accommodation which was being used as isolation accommodation for their 14 days isolation to prevent for their spread of the SD1 virus under health guidelines issued by the government. Moses sighed audibly and noticed both of the couple now look at him as the announcement had woken them up. With his hands resting over the top of his crossed leg Moses didn’t feel able to say what was wrong and instead muttered something about needing to stretch his legs. The male smiled back and replied that they would be landing soon and they too would be glad to have room to move, especially with a baby. Moses wanted to cry as he turned and looked out the small plane window. His bladder throbbed for release and he bounced his knee trying to distract both his mind and body. He was warm from the effort of holding and stressed at yet another hold up. At least the plane was coming in to land and he hoped he could hold off pissing at least until he was in the airport. He had to go so so badly he rubbed his aching bladder and shifted again in his seat. Finally Moses could see the tops of houses, tress and tiny cars. He just needed to tighten his muscles a little bit more and he would get to pee soon. Just the thought sent another wave and Moses had to lean forward and press a hand between his legs to prevent himself from spurting. Moses bit his lip and clenched his teeth whilst continuing to hold himself. He turned his body to face the window and slip his hand inside his open trousers, rubbing his aching penis and squirming in his seat. ‘You ok there?’ ‘Emmm. Yeah. Sort of. Cramp...’ ‘Nearly landing now.’ Moses wasn’t sure he’d make it. He was positively bursting for the toilet and had been holding off for hours. This was starting to hurt but with little choice but to hold he squirmed more as another wave surged through his body. The houses were bigger now, as were trees and vehicles and even roads. Landing at last. Moses suddenly realised he still had his trousers undone so he did his best to hook them back up. He breathed in and shuffled in his seat but it was no good, his bladder was far too enlarged for his trousers to close. He pulled his shirt out instead, hoping his trousers would at least stay up as he disembarked the plane. Finally the wheels of the plane pulled down and the plane landed on the ground. Moses grabbed himself as anticipation escalated his need and a few drops escaped into his boxers. This would be touch and go. Much to his relief the plane taxied to a hold and the engine was turned off. The baby next to him was restless and grisly adding to Moses stress. At least it distracted his parents though which meant they hadn’t noticed how harassed and sweaty he was and how he still grasped at his privates trying desperately to hold off from pissing. Much to Moses relief the couple gathered their belongings quickly and filled into the aisle ready to get off the plane. Still he hadn’t made it to the aisle yet or managed to get his luggage as he squirmed and moaned in desperation. As the aisle very slowly moved Moses finally made it to the aisle where he paced on the spot frantically as he reached up for his suitcase. Spotted by an air hostess due to his excessive sweating Moses was tapped on the shoulders. ‘Sir, are you feeling ok? You seem very hot and stressed?’ Moses looked at the immaculate air hostess, dressed smartly and looking beautiful and he just couldn’t find the words to admit his need. ‘Just keen too get off mam. It’s seemed a long flight and I’m tired.’ ‘No problem. There will be staff meeting you as you arrive at the airport sir but if your temperature is high you will most likely be taken to hospital. Are you sure you are ok?” The last place Moses wanted was hospital. A urinal, or even a toilet he absolutely would give anything for, but hospital wasn’t what he wanted in any way. Grabbing his case he almost ran off the plane and down the steps conscious he was dribbling urine drop by drop into his underwear. As he opened the door of the airport Moses quickly scanned for the gents but was horrified to find the entire airport closed and sealed except one are to exit. Staff in medical masks lined the way out towards a waiting coach as each passenger was pulled aside for some medical checks before being allowed on the coach. Waiting ambulances nearby clearly there to take those who showed any sign of illness straight to hospital. Moses clenched as tightly as he could willing his trousers to stay up. He’d only taken a few steps when he was pulled aside to be checked by a nurse. Moses places his bag on the ground and danced from foot to foot. Out if the corner of his eye he could see the toilets but couldn’t get to them as safety seals prevented him. The nurse put a band around his arm and asked him to stand still. Moses couldn’t despite openly now holding himself. As the band filled with air to take his blood pressure he could feel his face redden as another dribble leaked. ‘His blood pressure is raised’ A clip was placed on his finger as Moses bent forward clenching his penis. A minute later the nurse commented again. ‘Pulse is very fast too’ Finally a thermometer was placed in Moses ear as Moses moaned and pee danced despite being asked to stay still. ‘Temperature raised too. Can I have a paramedic to this one please’ Tears formed in Moses eyes as two paramedics approached. He crossed his legs and clenched tightly longing to say how badly he needed to piss but somehow unable to. ‘Sir are you feeling ok? Can you come this way please and have a seat in the ambulance. We just want to check you are ok.’ Moses found himself being escorted just a few feet away to an ambulance where he was taken into the back and the doors closed. Moses sat on the seat, squirming openly. Deeply embarrassed but just seconds away from pissing himself he wiggled in the chair for dear life. ‘I don’t have the damn virus. Honestly! I just have to fucking piss! Seriously I’m pissing myself here...’ With no hesitation at all one of the paramedics grabbed a sick bowl and handed it quickly to Moses who pulled his dribbling aching dick out and immediately let loose a long hard stream into the bowl. The urine fizzed and frothed as it swirled in the fast filling cardboard bowl and within 30 seconds Moses could see it wouldn’t contain all his bladder needed to empty. The paramedic gazed in amazement as he handed Moses a second bowl and he filled that one too, handing the full one to the paramedic in exchange. Finally Moses finished and breathed a loud sigh of relief. ‘Fuck I needed that!’ ‘It sure looked like it mate! Was there no toilet on the plane?’ Moses preceded to tell the story of how he had been bursting for hours whilst the crew took him to a pre arranged hospital where he stayed for 24 hours before being taken to the university campus to finish his 14 day incubation period. He didn’t catch SD1 and neither did he catch all his pee in time as he later discovered at the hospital when he next went to pee and found just how wet his underwear was. At least he was in his home country though and back with his family who never did find out how dramatic his repatriation flight home had been.

View File [NUDITY] Wetting, Nude Wetting, and Orgasm **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty My very first file upload! I was playing with someone online who made me endure challenges or sit in certain positions so I leaked. This included: pressing on my bladder, sitting legs open, laying on my belly and humping, and laying on my back legs up (clothed and nude). Most of it was captured in these moments. I do hope you enjoy~! Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 02/26/2020 Category Transgender (FtM)  

Earlier this month I posted a short story called 'Sensual Control.' It was my second-attempt at writing an omorashi-based erotica story. Because people seem to have liked it, I'm willing to post the first story - and this was my first attempt, something which is even more awkward as again, I have no character development, not even names, just action. This story plays with both female and male desperation, with a female master who is also desperate to go. -- All three of them needed to go, but it was mutually decided this time that one of the girls, the slender blonde, would be testing the other two, a brunette with shoulder-length hair and an athletic build, and a guy who wasn't athletic, but not overweight either, average. All three of them, in their evening together, wore or removed various articles of clothing; the 'master of ceremonies' blonde stripped completely naked. The guy kept his boxers on, while the brunette took everything off but a short skirt and light pink underwear. All were in their mid-twenties. At this point, all were shaking a little, but none were bursting; that would come shortly via the master's game plans. In the bathroom, the brunette sat on one side of the ledge with her legs parted but not wide open; the man, more brave, sat next to her with his left foot on the ledge, causing his legs to be open wide. The master knelt on a pad in front of them, bare. Shivers of excitement pulsed through all three. Ensuring to help keep the bathroom warm given their nakedness, as well as part of the game, the blonde turned a facet on, hot, and not wide open, just a dribble into the sink. She would use this to fill the two glasses she brought in with her. To start, she tenderly opened the fly on the man's boxers and let him slightly out. Her idea was to only allow his tip to protrude, not the whole thing. It's easy to stimulate the whole shaft, but torture to just focus on the head and nothing else, which was thankfully circumcised. That, after all, is where he'll be struggling to hold it in the most. With her fingers brushing along his left leg, encouraging those shivers, she lightly set him down on the front of his underwear; who wants to drip all over that anyway? More of a challenge. Turning towards the brunette and stifling the urge to reach down on herself given her need, she gently reached up and stroked one of her nipples, up and down slowly, while advancing towards those light pink panties. She had no intention of touching what was under them, at least not yet. Neither the brunette or the man were allowed to use their own hands, obviously. The master parted the brunette's legs enough to put her face towards the inner side of her left thigh and lick once, while her left hand gingerly pinched the pink cotton, pulled it towards her, and let go, causing it to snap back into place. Willingly, her legs opened more while her hips rolled back, a natural reaction to the urge to pee. Nearby, the guy's right leg jiggled up and down a little. She looked in between his legs; that red tip remained there, dry but under pressure. The master, her own hips swaying for a second, stroked up between her legs once, feeling the soft horizon of her tight lips, which had a minor dusting of very short hair; she liked it short, not totally shaven but not hairy either. Behind the pink cotton in front of her was smooth skin, soon to be visibly showing struggle. -- Ten minutes later, after a few drinks, she returned to the guy who, by this point, was shaking slightly. Her first challenge was simple: Let some go - but only a spitting, with a stream strong enough to avoid the pale fabric of his boxers. A squirt that wouldn't make a mess anywhere but the floor. On her command, he let go with as much force as possible before instantly stopping. She watched closely. Of course, starting, even as hard as possible, still meant he got some on his boxers. As he struggled to regain control, she watched with excitement as he jumped up and bounced a little, his hole trying to squeeze shut causing the whole thing to move. She took hold of it as he sputtered to a dribble, which dripped onto his underwear. She could feel him pulsing as she held him; she moved in and lightly licked him clean. She didn't stop there; ensuring only to focus on his tip, she stroked in small circles as he fought to hold it in. A dribble appeared. As punishment, she lightly flicked him. He turned more red, and would have bounced up and down had she not been holding him in place by the head. His shaft pulsed, and she stuck her tongue against his hole, gingerly licking up and down in a tease. She could feel a slight hardness, not nearly as much as he would be had she given proper attention to him. It was torture. To her left the brunette remained with her legs wide, legs which were dancing up and down. Her panties were still dry, but she was doing a real job keeping them that way. Her hips rocked back and forth as she instinctively held on to her breasts, breathing somewhat hard. Giving him one more sideways lick while doing her best not to touch herself or let her own dribbles out, she crawled over to the brunette, guided both hands up her legs, and with both index fingers, stroked either side of her panties without daring to touch the sensitive middle. She decided to let her make the same squirt as the guy next to her, providing relief while also ensuring her desperation only doubled rapidly. She pulled the pink aside to reveal large, smooth, deep hairless lips, told her to raise her right leg and position her foot on the ledge like the guy, and as briefly as possible, squirt a tiny stream out forcefully. Obediently, she pushed a bit out before stopping as best she could, her hips rocking back violently, those lips pulling back slightly as she fought herself closed without the help of finger pressure. She loved the pulse of struggling lips as much as she liked the desperate bobbing of a guy's head and shaft. The brunette let out a small cry of struggle. The master, herself clenching, waited for her dribbles to subside before flicking her dead centre and then letting her panties, still dry, return in place. As the brunette shuddered, the master dug her index finger between those lips and pushed upwards to create a camel toe and thin out the coverage provided by the cotton; it would be easier for her to stroke the outer edge of those lips while avoiding what was in the middle, something she would attend to later during the height of her fight. With a very fine paint brush, she stroked it up and down the outer regions of the girl's lips while she grunted and breathed in struggle; her hips rocked almost violently, her bottom almost swiveling in place as she did her best not to change the colour of the pink in that camel toe. The guy trembled as he tipped over another glass, the gentle facet in the sink still running and producing steam from the hot water. Grunting himself, he lost a spurt as his tip jumped up in a quick spasm of desperation. The master, who with her legs kneeling apart also lost brief control, shook her head ominously at him while he did his best to remain still. The two sitting in front of her were not the only ones being tortured; she was torturing herself by giving all her attention to testing them while avoiding herself. She could not grab, put any kind of pressure on herself, or, more importantly, pleasure herself. She was left to struggle just as they were, with no touching or stimulation or help whatsoever. With her attention focused on the brunette's struggling lips and the guy's bouncing tip, she was able to feel aroused to a degree, which helped, but that didn't stop her from losing a bit of liquid. Soon enough she'd need to have a drink too. Returning to the guy, she felt up his chest, came to rest on his lower body, took gentle hold of his tip and licked as she squeezed with the other hand. The objective here was for him to avoid peeing into her mouth. He groaned and grunted, and she could feel his hole work against the tip of her tongue. He spasmed, and a big grunt later, a squirt had been lost in her mouth. She drooled it out over him, rubbed his legs, and then flicked his tip again, twice, while he trembled and spasmed. Not finished, she took her paintbrush and spun it over that head, flicked it back and forth, and then reached up to do the same to his nipples. Turning it around, she carefully inserted the end about two millimetres into his hole and began stroking his head in any manner she could think of as pee leaked along the shaft of the brush. He was trying pretty hard. Meanwhile she was clenching as hard as possible, her butt jiggling and her lips engorged with pleading arousal as pee trickled down her legs. She checked on the brunette, who had just emptied a glass of warm water. Her hips had gone from rolling, rocking and gyrating to shaking and, every few seconds, jumping forward as if she were suddenly stopping a massive urge to go. A wet spot had finally appeared on that cute camel toe, enough to show pee had trickled out. She took her handy brush and slowly rotated it in a stroke up one side of her tight, clenching lips, then down the other. She was obviously aroused, but not nearly as much as she would be if that brush was concentrated on the sensitive gland in the middle, the one the master had been avoiding the entire twenty minutes they'd been there. She put her thumb into that camel toe, against the source of that wet spot, and wiggled a little as the brunette responded by gyrating again and crying out. Her legs needed attention as they moved; she stroked them quickly with her right hand before then putting mild pressure on her lower abdomen. Spreading her lips while clenching hers as tightly as possible in a wide-legged kneel, she licked the brunette's hole just as she'd done the guy's, but unlike him, she got several squirts in the face. She didn't seem to be quite as strong. Snapping those panties back into place and putting pressure between those desperate lips with her index finger, she flicked the brunette right in the sensitive spot. All three took another glass of water. The game went on like this for another hour. Eventually, one by one, they tired out. The brunette went first, soaking her panties into a dark pink as the master slapped and flicked it, attempting to stop her to no avail. The guy's squirts became isolated streams, his head over-sensitive and semi-hard yet losing the ability to withstand that internal pressure. The master herself finally gave in, her occasional dribbles and squirts longer and longer until she couldn't stop no matter how much she squirmed, rocked, and shook. All three were in desperate need of relief - not bathroom relief, but sexual relief. Due to the nature of the night, the delayed orgasms meant all three had multiple after their game rather than just one. It was something worthwhile. -- Something like this pretty much hits what I'd want to do right on the head. Though I massively prefer female desperation, male desperation does something minor for me, and it would probably do more in real life. Again, a scenario like this is highly unlikely. At least I can write.

Just stumbled across this twitter account. She has some really hot leaking videos https://twitter.com/prettywetgirl

View File JAV - Squirting Race! Two Japanese women race to see who can squirt first(?) Lots of masturbation with hitachis, lots of wetting of gray tights, etc. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/02/2020 Category Female videos Clothing

I am at home in my bed. I layed down to sleep wearing my grey, fleece lined sweatpants, with no panties in underneath. They had already been dampened earlier when I had sneezed, which released a small spurt of pee. I my 24 oz of water and fell asleep for awhile, but then woke up thirsty. The level of pee in my bladder was pretty much low enough that I didn't feel like I had to pee at all. There was my water bottle next to my bed, so I refilled it and drank it pretty quickly. Filling up my tank went so quickly that as I lay there I could literally feel it go from my stomach down through all the channels, and into my lower abdomen. There's a pretty good amount of pleasant pressure right now. It's making my pelvic muscles and the outer regions lower than that throb nicely. A noise had startled me a bit ago that caused my belly to jump. If the quick tightening tension had a taste it would have tasted like copper. I went from a 1 to a 4 in no time. Now it's just about a 6 because I am lying here relaxing and debating whether or not to let out a few little leaks. It feels so nice; the steady pulsating, me in my warm bed, feeling the soft fabric brushing against my skin. It makes me want to continue leading my body to an orgasm. Every once in a while there's this little electric tingling that makes me rethink the sexual arousal and think about the growing desperation. Either way, I want to put my hands between my legs. It's making my toes curl and making me squirm in bed. It's about a 7 now. I bet that if I get up to refill my water bottle, gravity will change that number to a higher one. I bet if I fell back asleep, all those nerves doing their job of keeping my dry as I dream will cause me to come in my sleep. I can't sleep, so I am going to go get my water. Just imagining wetting myself, my nice thick pants, my towel, and my bed, is all causing some really great little muscle spasms and urges to pee. I let out a tiny leak just for fun. I went to refill my water bottle. The gravity and the running water did it's thing and I'm now at an 8. I sat up and slowly drank half of my water as my legs slightly squeezed together and a few more dribbles escaped. The tightness is greater now. The throbbing a bit harder. I laid back down. Sometimes when I can't sleep at night, I rock back and forth without thinking about it. I started doing that just now and it's causing little waves in my bladder. It's making the twitches that call for release to increase. It feels so good inside; the holding, the fullness, the nerves inside going haywire. It's making my legs twitch and my belly tighten. I am getting the pee chills, my body quivering. It's making me breathe heavier and quicker. I'm now consciously squeezing my pelvec myscles tightly and pressing my thighs together. My hands are shaking a bit too. I want to make these little moans of pleasure. If I were standing up I would be doing that cute little pee pee dance. I am lying on my side, curled up in a ball and squirming. It's getting really desperate now. The erotic pleasure of foreplay before the climactic release is stronger now. Now I'm squirming in bed in all directions and making those little noises. I am about to leak some more. I am throbbing and pulsing and tingling even more now. It's a hard choice. I want to feel the sweet release. I want to prolong this perfect pleasure that I feel. I want to lead my body to orgasm. I am both desperation-aroused and sexually aroused. I sat up and slowing drank the rest of my water.i am at a ten. I'm in the edge of the bed, kicking my legs, squeezing my muscles. Breath fast, heart racing. Leaking a bit. I really desperate right now. Moaning more. Sitting on my heel to stop the pee from gushing. My other leg is bouncing. My crotch is even more wet now. It's seeping toward my bottom. The towel under me is getting wet. I am leaning back, half sitting up, against the pillows and headboard. Waves of tension pushing inside my body. My body wants to let off some of the pressure, it's the natural urge. I don't want to give in. If I peed now, I don't think I could stop it. My foot is tapping, my legs are squeezing together, my breathing is even quicker. I want to make even louder sounds. It's the middle of the night and I should be quiet. My toes are curling. I'm wriggling so much in bed. I'm squeezing so hard inside. I want to put my hand there and feel the pee seep between my fingers, I want to feel the wet patch become a soaking mess. I want to flood my bed so much that my back and shoulders get wet, my bottom gets wet, alll the way down past my thighs. I let a spurt out, my pants are officially wet. It wasn't enough to stop the desperate urgency. If I relax my muscles now I would never be able to stop peeing everywhere. Being here on the very edge losing control is so intense. Feels so amazing. It's an unbelievable euphoric natural high. Letting up just on the muscle squeezing, feeling that wonderful stinging, then tightening back up so sharply, makes the sensations even more exotic. Everything from my knees to my belly, my thighs, my chest, my back, my shoulders are all tense. Going to lose control any second now. I'm so desperate. If I don't run to the toilet now I'm going to pee my pants, soak my bed... I hurried to get to the toilet, hand clenched between my legs, pressing tightly against my wet crotch. At the last second I decided to give myself a few more seconds of torturous waiting. I quickly take off my socks with shaky hands. I step into the bathtub, and begin to pull my pants down. The urgency made me want to hurry to a squatting position, but in my desperation induced fumbling hands, I almost didn't get the timing right and I began to pee. The hissing stream just barely hitting the back of my waistband before I yanked them away from the flood. I listened to the hissing flow, the spattering as it hit the tub, the gurgling as it trickled away down the drain. I watched as it crept away between my be feet. I felt the hot liquid tickling against my feet and across my toes. I smelled the salty smell drifting off of my fresh piss and the pungent smell of the older piss that had seeped into my pants. The release felt delicious. My tummy relaxing. My whole body relaxing. Post desperation calm.... I pulled my pants up, feeling the now cooling pee against my crotch, and headed back to my bed. I laid on my back, pulled the waistband of my pants back down and lifted my shirt, exposing my belly. My skin now hot from the excitement. I run my palms and fingertips against my tummy. My now relaxed body releasing calming seratonin chemicals inside my brain, flooding my body. My grazing fingertips sending even more relaxation to my body. My breathing is slow, my heart is beating quietly and steadily. My eyes close. I'm calm and ready to sleep.

I found this experience lurking in a puddle in my hard drive, I seem to have forgotten to post it a while back, so this happened, just a considerable time ago. And so with that introductions… As many of you know I had a bad flu a while back and it led me to take a bunch of days off work. I was sneezing a lot and as a result, leaking a lot. I took to wearing Goodnites around the house and in bed while I recovered. However when I when I went back to work, to face a huge backlog of emails among other things, I decided to just wear pads. If I don’t wait to the last minute, and have a full bladder, a big sneeze usually just causes a little leak on my part; the kind of leak that is easily captured by any of the regular UI pads out there, and even just plain old regular period pads. So I slipped a couple of extra period pads into my purse and stuck one into my blue cotton panties and headed to work after a rather rough morning. I slipped on a professional looking black pencil skirt, ankle socks, flats, and a ‘nothing special’ light purple blouse, with a blazer over top. I wanted to look professional even it I still felt pretty bad. For those who are keeping track and this will be relevant later on, I had one pad in my panties, and the addition of two spares along with my regular pad I always carry around, meant that I had three in my purse. Four pads, should be enough to get a girl through the day, right? I had needed two mugs of strong tea to get myself going in the morning and despite using a the loo before leaving my flat, I was full and a solid 7 on the desperation scale by the time I stepped off the Skytrain on the final leg of my way to work. Walking out of the station, I turned up the road and stopped dead in my tracks. The sea of commuters coming and going broke around me like a river around a stone. I scarcely had time to cover my mouth, squeeze my legs together, and bear down when a huge set of three sneezes rocked through my sinuses. My efforts to stop a leak were in vain and several large squirts of pee flooded my pad. My face was already red from the sneezes but stayed that way as I composed myself and headed up the street to work. Of course no one could have known that I had soaked myself while sneezing in the middle of a crowded street, though I’m sure some of the female commuters might have suspected. I made a beeline for the loo once I arrived at work and promptly changed my pad. My panties were fortunately dry and I had an ample supply of pads. I also peed and then headed back in to greet my team and work through the daunting wall of emails that had piled up in my absence. After about an hour of solid emails I got up and headed into the kitchen to get some more tea as I was still feeling stuffy. I chatted with co-workers and volunteers and then went back to my email hell. It was about 10:00 am. I was concentrating on a rather tricky email around 10:30 am when without warning my sinuses let forth a torrent of sneezes. Sometimes you get that tickling in your nose when a sneeze is about to happen, or that big build up somewhere in your head. Well, this wasn’t one of those times. I just exploded without warning, spraying my computer screen and keyboard and the pad stuck inside my panties with hot droplets! I finished the email, which took another 15 minutes, before scampering to the washroom to swap out my pad. I’m used to this, when I was younger and had more regular leaking issues I’d often go for longer durations between changes, even if my pad was wet, or even when it was very wet and threatening to leak. A teenage Rachel wasn’t one to draw attention to herself by asking to use the washroom 15 minutes after having returned from a visit. I wasn’t that my teachers all didn’t know to let me use the loo when I had to, but I didn’t want my peers to notice my overly frequent bathroom visits. So I’m used to sitting in a damp pad and staying on task. I grabbed my purse, and headed to the washroom, stopping by the kitchen to put the kettle on, on my way. Because it seemed like it was going to be one of those days, I slipped my panties off and snapped a picture of my second leak of the day: As you can see, the pad did a pretty good job keeping my underwear good and dry. Except for a tiny part of the inside gusset which caught a drop or two. The kettle was boiled by the time I got back to the kitchen and I made myself a mug of tea and headed back to my desk. I worked for another solid hour, and well into the lunch break powering through messages like a pro. My tea mug was drained by noon. It was my bladder that got me up, that and you know, the need for lunch. I joined my colleagues and volunteers around 12:30 and we caught up and bantered for a while. But not after visiting the loo to pee. My pad was dry and I was feeling a little jittery from the caffeine and a little stuffy from the flu. I slipped off my panties all the same for another shot, resolved to share my leaky day with all you perverts. Here’s my pad and panties, dry… for now. Mid-way through lunch, around 1:00, I was just standing up by the sink filling the kettle for yet another mug of tea, when I felt a sneeze coming on. This one had the courtesy(?) to give me some warning, and so I tightly crossed my legs, bore down with my PC muscles, and covered my face with my arm. It was only one sneeze and one small leak that followed. My counter-measures seemed to have worked. I carried on as though nothing had happened and finished my lunch. I did visit the washroom before heading back to work though, and thought I should swap out pads, given that this one was damp. It probably could have taken several more leaks, and had I known I would not have changed, but I aired on the side of keeping my things dry and stuck a fresh pad into my panties. I made a mug of herbal tea, knowing how caffeine (and green tea) work on my bladder. I was back at my desk at 1:30. Ear buds in, fingers flying, working as hard as I could. You know when you get in the mode and nothing can distract you? I sipped tea, blew my nose when it ran, covered my face when I sneezed, and pressed on. Over the course of the next hour I must have sneezed three or four times, each of which was accompanied by a tiny leak. I tried to power through, not wanting to keep having to pop up and use the loo. By about 2:30 I took a mental break and played some Candy Crush on my phone. I was tired and feeling a little stuffy. I also felt wet. I could feel the wetness of the pad against my body and I knew that I would need to change it very soon, or risk getting my panties and skirt wet, if they were not wet already. I was also in need of the loo, given the rigorous course of tea I was following. I got up, grabbed my purse and headed to the washroom. I pulled down my panties, slipped them off and took another few shorts for you all. Looking at the pictures, I can’t really tell that the pad was wet, maybe my leaks were smaller than I thought. I pulled out my last pad (the backup pad I try to always carry) and affixed it to my panties. I wasn’t too worried. It was about 2:45, and I reckoned this pad could last me the rest of the day if I took more regular bathroom breaks. Was I worried? I was too busy with work to worry too much and dove back into my many tasks. The tea was really working its way through my system, and I definitely had drunk too much over the course of the day, because at 3:15, when I had scarcely at down at my desk, I felt like I was about a 7 on the scale. I hadn’t really noticed the other stages, such was my work frenzy. The nagging worry about the pad situation propelled me to get up and head to the washroom promptly. Empty handed, I wandered down the hall where I greeted a couple co-workers and volunteers, chatting briefly with one, before I ducked into the washroom. Just as I entered my body started giving me signals that it was ready to sneeze. Now? I was so close to the toilet! But no, my sinuses were not going to let me get my underwear down, and so I froze just inside the doorway of the washroom, and because I was alone in there, squeezed my legs together and shoved my hand between my legs. It didn’t help much and this small sneezing fit was accompanied with a series of significant leaks. I hurried into a stall and had my skirt hiked up and panties down lightening fast. I changed out the pad while I peed furiously into the toilet. I didn’t bring my purse or phone with my on this trip so I wasn’t able to snap any pictures. Not that it mattered, my purse was devoid of pads. I also had to dry myself, wash my hands, and walk back to my desk where I rummaged around my purse frantically for change for the pad machine in the washroom. I found a lone loonie (I mean who uses cash anymore, right?), and went back to the washroom to buy one of the generic periods pads from the machine. I blushed a little walking back, in case any of the other people in the office were keeping track of my bathroom visits. Of course they weren’t, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking this. I stuck the generic pad into my panties, and went back to my desk. My bladder was full within 30 minutes and I hopped up again and hurried off to the washroom. This time, despite my best efforts, I ended up standing and talking to one of our volunteers for a good 10 minutes. It was getting close to 4:00pm at this point. I could not end the conversation any quicker and so I bore down, crossed my legs, and worked through the issue with the volunteer. A minute into the conversation I sneezed once. Countermeasures held and there was only a small leak. We continued on until maybe 8 minutes into the conversation, where a couple of sneezes cropped up. Because I was face to face with another human, my priority was covering my mouth and turning away, and I dropped my counter measures. Or rather, I just didn’t concentrate as hard as I have to in order to forestall a serious leak. I flooded the generic machine pad with a powerful squirt of pee, and felt it wet against my nether lips. I’ve used these pads before (when in a similar pinch) and while they might absorb a decent amount, they don’t do it quickly, and sometimes pee will just flood out the sides before the material can absorb the liquid. I had no way of knowing how bad the leak was, but I didn’t feel anything on my inner thighs or hear a dripping, so I suppose that was good. I wrapped up the conversation as quickly as I could and scampered to the washroom to inspect the damage and for a much needed pee. As you can see, the pad did an ok job of protecting against my leak: I now had a dilemma. While I had my purse and phone with my, I did not have another loonie. I also desperately needed another pad. This was not one of those ‘it will be ok scenarios.’ It was 4pm, I had at least an hour to go at work, and I had leaked numerous times during the day. A wad of toilet paper was not going to cut it either. I worked through my options and balanced asking a colleague for a dollar, or asking one for a pad. Both were not really my style. I was definitely too embarrassed to ask one of my many female office mates to borrow a pad. I could try to raid the petty cash in the kitchen? I headed over into the kitchen and looked for the petty cash box. Unfortunately on the way there I got sidetracked by a volunteer who had an issue and I needed to hurry over to his work station to deal with it right away. It was a challenging issue and I ended up standing there helping him solve it for more than 30 minutes. Mid-way through the conversation I excused myself and turned to politely sneeze into my elbow, and I felt the associated leak down below. I was almost comforted by the fact that I was wearing a pad for a moment, before I realized that I was not in fact wearing protection, and they my panties were most definitely wet. I pressed on with the conversation, acutely aware of my wet underwear. By the time we had wrapped up it was about 4:40 pm and I made a beeline for the petty cash. I extracted some change and headed back to the washroom. To my consternation, when I inserted the coin in the machine and turned the little lever I got nothing. Either the machine ate my money or was out of pads, either way, I was out of luck. I thought I could try the washroom on another floor, so I went back to the petty cash and grabbed some more change, and then scurried out of the loo and headed to the washroom downstairs. I couldn’t remember is this washroom had a pad/tampon machine and a quick scan revealed that it did. I worked the machine and got a random pad in a little box. Clutching this in my hand I hopped into a stall, pulled down my wet panties, and inspected them while making an effort to empty my bladder. I took a couple of artful images of my wet panties in the stall. It looks as though someone before me didn’t quite make it. These leaks are not mine, but someone either hovered and shook off and dribbled on the floor, or didn’t quite reach the loo in time… My initial photo shoot with my blue panties had taken a little longer than I has anticipated, and I needed to get back to my desk to wrap up a couple of emails before heading home for the day. So I rummaged through my purse and found the little baggie with my backup panties in it. I quickly slipped on the magenta panties I found there and stuffed my blue panties into the baggie unceremoniously. I then unboxed the pad, stuck it into my panties, pulled them up and scampered back upstairs to my desk. The lesson here was always have spare panties on hand if you are prone to leaks. Anyhow, I hurried through the last emails of the day and left work only about 15 minutes late. I was still feeling stuffy but I was also feeling a little naughty and I decided not to visit the washroom before braving public transit. I decided I was going to just let any accident that happened during my trip home happen, and that I’d have some fund when I got home. I did have a couple additional sneezes while on the SkyTrain and walking the last leg of my commute, all of which resulted in additional leaks. Because there were people around, on these occasions I was carefully to take all the appropriate countermeasures (bearing down, leg crossing), and the leaks were small. In the elevator up to my flat, I sensed a sneeze coming and this time I did nothing and just relaxed. The resulting squirt of hot pee flooded my pad and suffused my girl parts in warm wetness. I was, fortunately, alone on the elevator. I felt warm wetness rubbing against my intimate parts as I walked to my flat. I had the place to myself for another hour, as my hubby was also getting home late this day. So stripped down to my panties at the front door and I wandered into the washroom. I extracted my blue panties from their baggie, and snapped a couple more pictures. There’s something very sensual about walking about naked but for a pair of panties and a soaked pad. It’s like walking around the house in nothing but a wet Goodnite. Squatting down to take these pictures was exquisite, as I could feel the wet pad I was wearing rubbing against my nether lips. I relished the warm squish of the wet pad as I snapped these. I then slipped off the magenta emergency panties and took one last picture of them. I would have taken more but I was tingling between my legs and as I was already naked, I jumped into the shower and brought myself to a delightfully wet orgasm while I made sure I was clean ‘down there’ after all of those leaks! Then I changed into a Goodnite and comfortable pyjamas and went about fixing myself some soup. Happy holidays everyone! Rachel

Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it. NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion. It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM. With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it. Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle. Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off. It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much. Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her. At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel. At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea. An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer. The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.” She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior. The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her. Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon. For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure. It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more. Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment. Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body. She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder. It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body. Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out. This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now! Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone. For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping. “Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa. The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone. Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight.

Can we get a thread started of girls wetting diapers till they leak? either videos or images will do.