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  1. I have to pee. Dear God do I have to pee. I think I have to pee worse than I’ve ever had to pee before in my life. Worse than I’ve ever had to do anything before in my life. I finally know what people mean when they say they have to go so bad they think they’re gonna explode. I used to think that was a silly thing to say, and over-dramatic, but I get it now. If someone poked me with a sharp pin or something, I’ll probably explode everywhere like an overfilled water balloon. But, I have no choice but to keep holding it. Keep waiting this out. For how long? I have no idea. Chase isn’t going to stop the car for a while. He and the rest of my friends just peed fifteen minutes ago. Well, the rest of my friends aside from Kimberly, anyway. We’ve been driving all day through country roads, very few rest stops. Whenever Chase, Jason or Alex need a pee break, we’ll pull over on the side of the road and they’ll do what they need to do. But, the thing is, I can’t do that. And, believe me, I tried. I have this issue; I can’t pee in public. I need a door with a lock, and quiet surroundings. Otherwise? I can’t relax. And if I can’t relax, I can’t pee. My bladder feels like the faucet of a sink, turned up full blast, but stopped up with an indestructible cork. There’s an unbearable amount of pressure rushing and pounding against my opening, but something inside of me won’t let it come out. The last two times we stopped, I tried to go. I tried so hard. My teeth have been floating the last three hours, at least. I swear my eyes must be turning yellow. I stood at the side of the road alongside the other guys and just begged whatever higher power might have been listening to grant me this one small mercy. To just let me pee. But, nothing, not even a tiny drop of the massive ocean I was holding back. “So, did you just come out for fresh air or something?” Chase had asked me when we returned to the car last time. “What?” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound as irritated as I did, but hours and hours of steadily increasing agony has a way of getting you a bit testy. “You didn’t actually— Never mind.” So, that’s why I’m stuck here in the back of the car, going on twelve hours without a successful pee break, and with no idea of when I might finally be able to empty my bladder. Surely we’ll be turning in for the night soon, I hope? A terrible notion presents itself that Chase will choose instead for us to sleep in the car to save money on a motel. God, I’d have to hold it all night, then! And then, for at least part of tomorrow, too! I can’t— I’ll burst! I’ll— No, calm down. Even if the other guys don’t care about a (relatively) clean bed and a shower, Kimberly will insist we stay somewhere civilized. Come to think of it, Kimberly hasn’t peed all day, either. It’s probably really hard for her to go on the side of the road— Even harder than it is for me! At least I’ve got the kind of equipment that’s supposed to make that sort of thing easier. Even if my screwed up, anxiety riddled brain won’t let me take advantage of it. Kimberly would have to get all undressed with us right there, and… I guess, squat? I don’t really know how girls pee outside, exactly. I remember when I was little I asked how girls went to the bathroom before toilets were invented, and the answer I got was that they had to squat, but that seems like it would be a tricky position to hold for very long, right? I chance a glance at Kimberly who’s sharing the backseat with me. I’ve been so caught up in my own need I hadn’t considered someone else might be suffering the same torment. Her leg is bouncing, and her eyes are glued to the view out the window. I follow her gaze. I suspect she’s hoping for a sign for a rest stop with a toilet. I’ve been hoping for such a sign for about four hours now. “Kim, are you alright?” I ask her. Kimberly jolts, her bouncing leg stills for a moment, but only a moment, before hooking itself around her other leg. She definitely has to go. “I’m fine, Logan,” she said tersely. I don’t get upset by her tone. Like I said, a painfully full bladder can really put you in a bad mood. And, Kimberly’s been holding out at least as long as I have, so I’m sure she’s ready to burst too. Half an hour passes with no signs that offered relief for either one of us. Even if we did see a sign for a gas station, there wasn’t even a guarantee Chase would stop at it. Or that it would have any toilets we could use. We’d stopped for gas at mid-day, actually, and there was no available bathroom there. I couldn’t believe one of the few gas stations for tons of miles would have their bathroom be ‘employee’s only’, it was like they didn’t have any empathy for travelers. Ugh, I have to stop thinking about places with toilets. That’s only making it worse. I’m not in a place with a toilet. I’m stuck somewhere without one. So, no peeing. No thinking about peeing. Just pretend you don’t have to pee. Okay. Don’t have to pee. Don’t have to pee. Don’t have to— “Chase, I gotta pee,” Alex says. Chase is pulled off on the side of the road a few minutes later. He, Alex and Jason all climb out to go. It was torturous to see them all get their relief so easily. Kimberly stared out the window at them. I saw a harsh grimace cross her face, and could tell that this wasn’t something she wanted to see, either. “Aren’t you going, too?” She asks me. “Huh?” “Look at yourself,” she says. “I’ve never see anybody so tense, and you’ve been tapping your foot so much it’s practically shaking the whole car.” “I…Um…” I stumble over my words. This was such an embarrassing thing to admit to. One of the worst parts about having a shy bladder is when people notice you’re bursting to go and start to wonder why you aren’t just doing it. Kimberly can tell I’m as full as full can get, there’s no point trying to deny it like a child. “I… Can’t,” I say. “What do you mean you can’t?” Kimberly asks. “Go outside and pee. You’re a guy, you can do that,” there’s a hint of bitterness in her voice. “I just… I can’t,” I repeat. “I get nervous, I guess, and then I just… can’t. It’s like stage fright or something, I don’t know.” “So, you’re like, shy?” Kimberly gathers. “You scared someone’s gonna look at your dick, or something?” “No, that’s not it,” I say, embarrassed. “It’s just, you know, makes me feel vulnerable.” “Vulnerable?” she repeats. “Why vulnerable? You barely have to take anything off.” “Look, if I could control this, I would. I’ve been dying to pee for hours, and you talking about it’s making it worse!” Oh God, my bladder is screaming at me to just go out there and give it one more try. But, I know another attempt will only serve to make me feel worse, if anything. Kimberly shrugs, uncrossing her legs to cross them back around the other way. “Well, at least one of you isn’t going to rub it in my face just how much easier it is to pee as a guy.” I sigh. It hasn’t been ‘easy’ for me to pee at any point in my life. I’ve always had this stupid anxiety that makes me tense up when I most need to relax. All those nerves and muscles that had been pleading to be eased for hours would suddenly become as taut as overstretched rubber bands the instant I tried to tell them it was time to let go. Just, normally, I’m able to get to a private place before I’m too desperate. Right now, though? I can’t remember ever needing to go as bad as I do right now. Soon, we’re back on the road again. The very bumpy road. Each bump makes me feel like my bladder is being stabbed. I’m dancing in my seat, shifting my hips, hooking one ankle around the other. My hands are balled into fists, gripping my knees as I fight not to put them between my legs for a well needed squeeze. Kimberly doesn’t look like she’s doing much better. She’s bouncing in place, and has brought her legs up underneath herself, hunched over as she stares out the window at the barren landscape that offers no chances for relief. I see her eyes widen for a moment, before she turned harshly to the side not facing me. I think maybe she’s holding herself, and I feel bad. I can’t imagine how much strain she must be under. Wait, yes I can. I feel this awful trembling at my urethra, followed by the tiniest spurt of wetness. It’s not much, probably just a few drops. Nowhere near enough to show. Nowhere near enough to make my bladder feel less like it’s going to pop. But, still, enough to terrify me. My hands move of their own volition to grasp hold of my dick, trying to prevent the flood by manual means. I can’t possibly wet myself, right? If my bladder won’t empty when I tell it to, it won’t empty when I’m trying to keep it in, right? Oh, God… I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! I’m going to pee all over the seat! The thought is horrifying, and suddenly the most real thing in the world. My hold on myself tightens. Stop thinking like that, I order myself. I can make it. It’s getting dark. We’ll have to find somewhere to stay the night soon. And there will be a toilet there, with a door. All you’ll have to do is shut that door, lock it, unzip and— Following the direction of my thoughts, my bladder squeezes downwards. This spurt was larger than the last one, I feel slight dampness against the hands I have crammed against my crotch. It takes three full seconds to clamp it off. Three awful, terrifying seconds. I should tell Chase to pull over for me. I’ve leaked twice now, so that means I’ll be able to go, right? My exhausted body will finally win out over my nervous brain, and I’ll pee, privacy be damned. I hear the sound of a seatbelt being un-clicked and rolling backwards. I turn to see that Kimberly has unfastened hers, and her hands are definitely pressing against herself now. I’ve been so caught up in my own need, I’d forgotten she was struggling with the same thing. If I tell Chase to stop for me, that will delay Kimberly getting to a toilet for several more minutes. And there’s only a tiny chance I’ll be able to go if we stop, anyway. Do I really want to put Kimberly in more danger of wetting herself, when in all likelihood, I’ll end up returning to the car with my bladder as full as ever anyway? No, I’ll wait. If Kimberly ends up having an accident because I add even a few extra minutes of delay, I’ll never forgive myself. Still, I decide to follow her lead and take off my seatbelt. Ahhhhhhhhh…. I hadn’t even realized how harshly it’s been cutting into my bladder this whole time. Freedom from that pressure felt good… But, the release is vaguely similar to the sensation of actually peeing, and within a few seconds my urge is right back where it was. I frantically try to come up with other ways to lessen the pressure. Only thing I can do is unfasten the button on my pants. This gives my bladder a little extra space, but it’s not enough. I realize that the only thing that will make me feel even the tiniest bit better would be to pee, but that’s out of the question. I hear another sound now. High pitched, pained. Kimberly’s whimpering, and I feel terrible for her. I wish there was something I can do, but the strain of holding in my own bladder means I can’t even open my mouth to say anything to her. Her hands are digging in even firmer against the front of her skirt. I think there might be a spot of wetness on the seat just below her, and I hope there isn’t anything similar underneath me. I barely notice it when we get off the main road we’d been on all day until suddenly we’re inside a small town. With buildings, and more importantly, toilets. I think Kimberly and I both exhale at the same time. Chase announces that it’s time to call it a day and pulls into a motel. Chase gets out with Jason and Alex to get us a room. I hadn’t really thought about this part. I was going to have to stand up and walk. I’ve been in the car so long my legs are asleep, so standing wouldn’t have been easy anyway, let alone when my bladder is threatening to turn the vehicle into a swimming pool. I open my door and turn myself to face it. Gingerly, so, so gingerly I ease myself onto the pavement. Suddenly, it’s like I’m fighting against gravity as that awful feeling of squeezing assaults my bladder once more. I don’t dare move my hands from between my legs. I don’t care if my friends see me holding myself anymore, it’s better than letting them see me have an accident. I hobble on weak, contorted legs to the other side of the car and open the door for Kimberly. Her eyes settle on the position of my hands for a moment and I feel my face reddening. “C—Come on,” I stammer out. Jeez, talking hurts. Breathing hurts. Everything hurts. I’m going to burst if I don’t get all this liquid out of me right now! Kimberly does the same, careful exit from the car that I had moments earlier. She sticks close to my back, trying to hide herself, particularly the fact that a hand was pressing between her legs. Then, we just stood there. Chase and them were getting the room, so we could focus entirely on not turning the parking lot into a lake. I danced from foot to foot, my hands crushed between my thighs. I must have looked a sight. I looked over my shoulder at Kimberly, figuring she was more or less my mirror image by now. She clutched at herself, almost doubled over, legs winding around each other. I saw a small stream of something rolling down one of her legs, and hoped for her sake it was only sweat. Just as I start to feel a third spurt dribble from my tip, the others come back with some room keys. Naturally, the room Kimberly, Chase and I will be taking has to be up the stairs. Each step makes a couple more drops slide into my boxers, and makes Kimberly puff out sharp breaths. At last, we’re at the door. I shut my eyes against a harsh jolt of pure desperation as Chase unlocks it, and bolt inside like I’m running from a werewolf the instant it swings open. Kimberly and I get there at the same time, and I realize there is a problem. I hadn’t been thinking about which of us would go first once a toilet finally became available. I hadn’t been thinking at all, really. I’d only been thinking of peeing. For a second, I consider trying to force her to let me go first. I’ve already done the chivalrous thing by not asking for a stop when I’d started leaking, I reason. But… Then, I’d know she’s waiting on me to finish, that she wants me to hurry up, that if I don’t go fast enough she’ll have an accident. That would put pressure on me. Pressure was bad. Pressure meant I couldn’t pee. I know what I have to do. I have to let her go first. Then, I’ll have zero things to worry about, zero things that could make it harder for me to pee. I step away from the door and she shuffles inside. After it’s shut, I hear the lid of the toilet being flipped up, some ruffling of clothes, and not but two seconds later an absolute explosion of liquid. The sound of her high pressure stream blasting the water in the toilet bowl is like a fist to my bladder. I tighten my grip on my dick, my hands feeling like the only things keeping my pants and the carpet below me dry. I hear a small sigh come from the adjacent room, and my traitorous mind forced me to imagine how good Kimberly must be feeling, how absolutely incredible it was for her to let all that go. I can’t even put into words how much I wish I could be feeling that right now. She pees for quite a while, and I’m sure it seems even longer to me having to stand out here, listening while I continue to hold it and hold it and hold it. Finally, the firehose dies down to a trickle and I hear some more rustling, some toilet paper tearing, and at last the toilet flushing. Next I suffer through the sound of the sink as she washes her hands off. It’s not as bad as having to listen to someone pee, but it’s not good either. Then, finally, the door opens. Kimberly looks bashful, “Thank y—“ “Later,” I tell her in a choked voice. She’s blocking the way in! “I need—“ “Oh, right,” Kimberly says, stepping aside. I slam the door shut behind me and shakily draw the lock into place with one hand as my other one yanks my zipper down. I basically pin my opening shut with my hand as I stumble the last few steps to the first toilet I’ve seen in at least thirteen hours. I don’t have time to lift the seat, and I’m peeing before I’ve had a chance to properly aim, so a bit of liquid hits it. I’ll clean it up when I’m done, but I don’t have it in me to feel bad about the little mess I’ve made. I can’t feel bad about anything when I feel this good. I’m finally peeing like I’ve been dying to since noon. Ahhhhhhhh….. I can’t resist sighing out loud at the sensation of hours of suffering and torment coming at last to a heavenly end. God… How can it feel so good just to pee? When I’m at last, blessedly, drained I zip myself up, get some toilet paper to mop up the spill I had on the seat, and flush. Once my hands have been cleaned and I’ve determined my pants aren’t in terrible condition, I return to the main room. “So, you guys had to pee really bad?” Chase asks. “No shit,” Kimberly says. “We didn’t go all day.” “Why not?” Chase sounds confused. “I stopped lots of times.” “It’s not so simple for a girl to just pee on the side of the road, you know?” Kimberly says. “Or did you miss the part in health class where they told you the difference between males and females?” Now that she’s not bursting, Kimberly’s back to her sarcastic self, and that makes me feel better. “Well… I guess,” Chase says. “But, Logan’s not a girl.” I feel my face heat. Chase is my friend, I remind myself. He might not get it, but he won’t intentionally try to make me feel bad about it. “I… I have this problem,” I say. “It’s, like stage fright, I guess. When I feel too nervous, or exposed, I—“ “Can’t pee?” Chase asks. I nod. “Oh, yeah. I had that happen once,” Chase says. “But, you get it all the time?” “Pretty much.” “Well, tomorrow I’ll try to find more places we can stop at so you guys can go,” Chase says. “I don’t want any accidents in my car.” “I wouldn’t do that!” I say, horrified at the idea. “Disgusting,” Kimberly says. “But, thanks.” “Yeah, thank you,” I say. “And thanks for not making fun of me.”
  2. In the days before covid my company gave a big party for all employees with plenty to eat and drink. They also had a bus service organized on which you could take a ride home in the night. There were two buses on different routes that went crisscross through the whole city and the suburbs, so those who were the last ones to get off were facing a long ride. My destination was in the second half of the tour. I'd had plenty of beer and other drinks through the evening, so I went to pee before I got on board. But as you know, alcohol and lots of liquids don't mix well with a rather mediocre bladder capacity. Normally it's not much more than a 20 minute drive from the place of the party to where I live, but the bus didn't even start on time. It already took like 20 minutes before everybody was inside. When we finally started, the bus went here and there and back again to drop people of, and before long I had to pee again. I thought I was fine, because my stop was maximum an hour away, but time rolled slowly while my bladder filled quickly and it became pretty urgent. I tried to sit still and relaxed, only shifted my position now and then, but I became ever more restless. There were still people on the seats around me, so I considered placing my jacket on my lap to hide a hand and sneakily hold myself underneath in an attempt to make myself more comfortable. But instead I just leaned forward onto the next seat to reduce the tension around my aching bladder. We came closer to my stop, only about 15 minutes left, so I knew I would be OK. That was when a woman from our press department, who sat on the seat across the aisle, also complained loudly how she needed to pee. I knew that her stop was at least another 20 minutes away from mine and I don't know how long she'd still had to walk from the bus stop to her home. Unfortunately, I wasn't drunk enough to talk to her about and to tell her that I was bursting as well. I'd love to know how well she made it home that night. But then my stop came and I could finally get off the bus. As soon as I was out of the door, my hand shot down to my crotch and I squeezed myself tightly. I live in a quiet neighborhood, but it was Saturday night and still light in some windows, so peeing in some bushes or the street right there was no option. It's only a few hundred meters from the bus stop to my house, so I moved on, bent forward and constantly holding myself. When I finally reached my street, I heard voices round the corner, so I had to let go for a short moment which took a lot of concentration not to leak. It was just two other drunk guys, and as soon as I had passed them my hand returned to my crotch. My bladder really hurt by then. When I finally fumbled the key out of my pocket and opened the door, the need became once more worse, because I was so close to relief now. Somehow I struggled out of my shoes and jacket with one hand and finally made it to the toilet with slightly damp panties... After all, it was a funny experience
  3. This is a true account of an experience I had recently, only the names have been changed. A couple of weeks ago I attended a ‘team get together’ with my work colleagues, held at a large conference venue. Rather than drive and face the morning rush hour traffic, I decided to take the train. I arrived at the venue at around 9am and enjoyed chatting with colleagues, some who I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic, and others I was meeting for the first time. One of those I met for the first time was a new joiner to my team, a petite and attractive Chinese lady in her mid 20s who I’ll call Xueying for the sake of anonymity. She seemed quite shy at first, but was very friendly and polite as we chatted, and I learned that she was a recent university graduate and had recently moved to the UK as part of her graduate training scheme with the company. The meeting was scheduled to last all morning, with various team-building activities and updates from the managers who had travelled from the German headquarters to be there. There was free tea, coffee, juice and water on offer and I helped myself to several drinks, and I noticed that Xueying did the same. My bladder began to fill gradually over the morning and by around 11am I was starting to need to pee fairly badly, hoping that a short comfort break would be offered, but none came. Instead, we were moving around from table to table in small groups, introducing ourselves to the various visiting managers and asking them questions. This activity lasted until around midday, by which time I was bursting to go. We had 5 minutes in which to put together a short presentation in our groups to explain to everyone something interesting we had discussed with each manager, although I noticed that a few colleagues took the opportunity to dash out of the room to find a toilet. One rather frantic, red-faced woman practically sprinted out of the room at this point, almost running into someone in the doorway in her haste to get to a loo! Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get chance for a loo break, as I was working with a colleague on the presentation. I noticed that Xueying, who was sitting at the next table, didn’t leave the room either. She was sitting with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot, and I had seen her glance towards the door a couple of times. Like me, she was probably needing to pee rather badly by now, but probably felt it would be rude to excuse herself during a task. After a few minutes, each group started to give their presentations, which went on far too long and by now I was starting to get very impatient and fidgety. I was absolutely desperate for a pee! I glanced at Xueying as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, biting her lip as she glanced up at the clock. Once the presentations were finally over, I really hoped that the meeting would be ending so I could finally go for a piss. Unfortunately for me, there was a surprise announcement that one of the managers was retiring, and he stood up and gave a long, rambling speech which just seemed to go on and on. I sat there trying to pay attention, gritting my teeth and trying my hardest to sit still and look interested. Xueying was sitting just in front of me right in my eyeline, and I could tell that she was struggling too. She kept shifting around in her seat, trying to get comfortable, alternating between sitting leaning back in her chair with her legs tightly crossed, to uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, bouncing her knee and sometimes crossing her ankles under her chair. I couldn’t see her face as she was facing away from me towards the person giving the speech, but I noticed her giving frequent glances at her phone or towards the clock on the wall, probably thinking the exact same thing that I was – ‘hurry up and finish so I can go for a wee!’. Finally, at long last, our manager finished up his speech and we all applauded. We then had to sit through a (thankfully) very short speech from the CIO, before the meeting was finally concluded and we were free to leave. The presentations and speeches had gone on for almost an hour, and it was now nearly 1pm. I was absolutely dying to use the toilet, my bladder now extremely full. I had not actually relieved myself since waking up at 6am that morning, and was really looking forward to finally having chance to go. However, most people were still standing around chatting and wishing the manager well for his retirement. I didn’t want to just rush off and leave, so I joined in with a few conversations, trying my best to hide my need. I ended up standing next to Xueying, who was standing with her legs crossed and looking rather uncomfortable, not saying much. I had a feeling that she was dying to escape and find the loo, but wanted to make a good impression rather than just rushing out. She had mentioned to me earlier that she had taken a train from the city centre to get to the conference venue, so I asked her if she wanted to share a cab to the train station, which she agreed to. We eventually left the meeting room with a few others, heading down the stairs towards the entrance and reception area. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced around and noticed the entrance to the bathrooms, starting to walk towards them. Xueying was a few steps in front of me and was also headed towards them, only to stop and say ‘Oh’ quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a sign on the Ladies toilet which read ‘CLOSED FOR CLEANING’, but the Men’s toilets (which was right next to them) appeared to still be open. She gave a little sigh of frustration and turned to me. ‘How long until the taxi gets here?’ she asked casually. She was clearly disappointed that she had not been able to use the loo, but seemed to be trying hard not to show it. I checked the Uber app on my phone, and she stood next to me, watching closely. ‘There’s one about a minute away’ I replied, showing her. She studied the screen for a moment then asked. ‘Will they pick us up right outside?’ she asked, looking towards the exit. ‘Yeah, looks like it’ I said, inspecting the pick-up point on the app. She glanced towards the bathroom entrance again, then back to me. ‘OK, shall we go and wait?’ she asked, taking a few steps towards the entrance and looking at me expectantly. I found myself in a rather awkward situation. I was absolutely desperate to piss having just spent 4 hours stuck in a meeting room, and really badly wanted to use the toilet before setting off on the journey home. However, I felt like it would be quite rude to make Xueying wait for me, knowing that she was probably just as desperate. I was also far too embarrassed to admit to her that I needed to go. After all, if she could manage the long journey home without going for a wee first, then why couldn’t I!? Of course, she had the option of waiting until the cleaner had finished or trying to find another bathroom, but this would mean admitting to me that she wanted to use the loo, which she was clearly too shy to do. We walked out of the exit doors and waited for the taxi together, and it arrived not long after. We got held up in some temporary traffic lights and it took around 15-20 minutes to get to the station. We spent most of the journey chatting politely, both trying to mask our discomfort. I did notice Xueying wince and shift in her seat each time the taxi bounced over a speed bump. After we arrived at the station, I noticed that the next train to the city centre was about to leave in just a couple of minutes and we had to hurry to the platform. We got held up trying to get through the ticket barrier as Xueying’s ticket wasn’t opening it, so had to find a member of the station staff to help. We then had to rush across the length of the station and down the stairs towards the platform, and I had to grit my teeth as my very full bladder was jolted around. As we got to the platform, I couldn’t see the train waiting and thought that we’d missed it, but then I noticed that it had been delayed by a few minutes. We stood and waited, taking a moment to get our breath back. I glanced around, hoping to find a bathroom nearby on the platform, but couldn’t see one. Xueying would sometimes pace slowly a few feet down the platform, stopping to cross her legs tightly as she looked up at the screen to see how long we still had to wait, before pacing back towards me. She also wandered further down the platform once or twice, looking around, and I guessed that she was trying to find a bathroom as well. I had a feeling that the bathrooms were right by the station entrance before the ticket barriers, and we had been in such a rush to get to the platform that we had hurried straight past them. She seemed to be trying very, very hard not to let on to me that she needed the loo, and I was also trying my hardest to maintain my composure in front of her. The train eventually arrived and we got on, and thankfully it was quiet so there were plenty of places to sit. We sat opposite each other, by the window, and chatted as the train departed. It was a 40 minute journey to the station, and it was one of the most desperate and uncomfortable train journeys of my life. My bursting bladder was pressing snugly against my waistband and I kept having to discretely shift in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in. I longed to undo my waistband or hold myself, but with Xueying sitting directly opposite me, I knew that I just had to try and sit still and try my best to concentrate on our conversation. I knew that Xueying was having the same problem, of course, and I pretended not to notice each time she pressed her hands down into her lap, jiggling her legs and biting her lip. Several times I leaned over and glanced up and down the aisle, hoping to see any sign that there was a toilet nearby. I even considered excusing myself to go and search for one, but I had a feeling that there weren’t any onboard the train. I noticed Xueying also glancing down the aisle a few times, and wondered if she was thinking about going to look for a loo as well, but she stayed in her seat. She could hardly sit still, and was squirming around uncomfortably in her seat even more than I was, crossing and uncrossing her legs with her hand wedged between her upper thighs, unable to stay in one position for longer than a couple of minutes. We passed station after station, and progress was frustratingly slow. We stopped at a station just before our actual stop, with a very similar name. Xueying muttered 'Finally' and began to stand up, and I had to remind her that we had one more stop to go, and she apologised and quickly sat down again, looking very embarrassed and frustrated. After what felt like an age, the train began to slow down as the announcement came over the speakers that we were about to reach the main station in the city centre. We both had to sit there for a few more long, frustrating minutes until we finally pulled in. I’m sure that, by now, Xueying had noticed my discomfort and probably knew exactly why I was so fidgety. I caught her glancing down at my crotch a couple of times as I squirmed around in desperation, but she was too polite to mention anything. We both stood up and grabbed our bags as the train pulled into the stop. Although Xueying lived only about 15 minutes’ walk away, I still had to catch one more train to reach my local station. I had already checked on my phone and knew that I had a 10 minute wait, and was planning to make a quick stop at the toilets on the walk to the platform, after saying goodbye to her. As we got off the train, I realized that the platform I needed was actually just a bit further down from the platform we were already on, and I mentioned this to Xueying. To my surprise, she said that she would stay with me while I waited for the train. I replied that she didn’t have to, but she said that she didn’t mind keeping me company and waiting with me! We continued chatting as I waited for my train to arrive. I could hardly keep my composure as we stood and waited on the busy platform, shifting my weight subtly from foot to foot and jiggling slightly, absolutely longing to piss. Xueying also seemed to be really struggling and seemed to be barely disguising a ‘really need a wee’ dance, crossing and uncrossing her legs and stepping from foot to foot as discretely as she could manage. I was very, very tempted to admit my predicament and ask if we could go and find the closest toilets, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was shyness, or professionalism, or some kind of sense of pride that if she could make it home without a pee break, then so could I. Now, if this was a fictional omorashi story, this would probably be the part where I’d write that neither of us could hold on any longer and spectacularly wet ourselves on the busy platform, or she invited me back to hers and we both continued holding for hours and teasing each other while denying ourselves relief. Unfortunately, the real ending is far less interesting! My train arrived on time, I said goodbye to Xueying, and I had to endure an extremely desperate 8 minute journey to my local station where I hurried off the train and rushed straight into the disgusting station toilets just outside the station entrance. They smelt so bad that I almost turned around and walked straight back out again without relieving myself, but I was so desperate that I had no choice but to hold my breath as I enjoyed a very long, gushing, desperate piss into the filthy urinal! I can only imagine Xueying’s frantic walk home before rushing into her apartment building, pee dancing in the elevator before unlocking her door, dashing to her bathroom and throwing herself onto the toilet just in time, moaning with relief as she finally had the wee that she’d been holding for hours!
  4. Hey guys! I really enjoyed writing this, more importantly, i hope you guys enjoy reading it! ♥️ Any feedback/ thoughts, i'm happy to hear them. “I’m really not sure this is a good idea for me” this was my first thought when my friends sent me a link to an escape room type of deal. I mean, I love escape rooms but this one was slightly different, for one it was in some creepy old mansion type place and secondly, the webpage was plastered with pictures of people who had wet their pants. Which, as any of my friends will know, this is something I’m familiar with. Big time. There are just so many occasions, it is honestly hard to recount most of them. Like, there was the time I was on a rollercoaster and the bar pressed into my bladder too hard, I was too shy to say anything and wet myself as I was whizzing around. There was the time I got into a hysterical laughing fit at a friend’s house and, you guessed it, wet my pants again. You probably get the picture. I don’t have any medical issues or anything, I’m just shy and I lack the ability to control my bladder when It is even remotely full. So, when this popped up, suffice to say, there was much playful goading from my friends. “come on Emily, this is right up your street, you can have your picture on the wall with all the other pants wetters” thanks Noah, really needed that. In response, I sent the group a picture of us all when we were playing crazy golf, it’s a beautiful photo with all my favourite people in the world, the sun glimmering of the blue water in the background, the people in the background enjoying family fun and me and my friends in the foreground armed with our playful putters. Oh, and myself sat on my bum as a wet patch spreads around my denim shorts. It was kinda timed perfectly, because you can see the moment, I lost control and began totally wetting myself. Like, I’m sat on my ass, in hysterics because I fell over, I’ve got one hand in my crotch trying to stop the inevitable and my other hand covering my mouth trying to supress my hysterical laughter. It’s a moment of bliss, just tinged with a slight embarrassment. I wanted to send it cause I really love the photo and it reminds me of good times, the fact I’m wetting myself is kinda irrelevant, it doesn’t bother me anymore, I’ve grown used to it. Nevertheless, they weren’t going to give up without a fight, I figured I’d end up in this escape room one way or another. Lauren: “Look Emily, have a read of this” there was a link inserted at the end. Emily: “What is that?” Lauren: Open the link and find out baby. I opened the link to find a picture of a guy in pee-soaked jeans, holding a piece of paper that proudly announced “I failed the bladder buster challenge and wet my pants. Maybe I need a diaper?” It gave me a chuckle and if I’m being totally honest, turned me on a little too, he was a hot guy and something about him in his pee-soaked pants was appealing to me. Save that for later… SHUSHH!! Emily: “what am I meant to do with this? Its some guy in piss wet pants, I mean ewww!!” yeah… I had to bluff this one out. Lauren: “doesn’t it sound cool though? The bladder buster challenge? Sounds kinda exciting” Emily: “Not for me! I’ve only gotta have a cup of water and I can do the challenge at home for free!” Many laughing emojis were sent. Glad to know I can laugh at myself. Noah: “Come on Emily, we’re all up for it, we’re all waiting for you. Please say you’ll tag along, it’ll be fun. I promise” I could see there really was no way out of this. I didn’t want to let my friends down and even though I didn’t relish the idea of wetting myself again, I guessed it would be fun. So, I agreed to tag along. Who knows, one of them might even wet their pants? After I agreed, I decided I needed to prepare myself. I had read up on the challenge and it really was beyond my bladder capabilities. In essence, its an escape room with a little twist; the twist being that we have to solve the puzzle of the escape room, after consuming the so-called bladder buster potion. It didn’t explain what was in the potion, only that it would bring all who consumed it to the pique of desperation in a matter of minutes. This genuinely worried me. I didn’t fear wetting my pants so much as wetting my pants multiple times. For example, when I woke up this morning, I had one mug of coffee, that was two hours ago, and I’ve peed three times since. So yeah. If one mug of coffee does that to me, what the hell is this potion going to do to me? I could picture myself soaking my pants multiple times, not a great look for a woman in her mid-twenties. I decided to be smart and be totally prepared. The day before we were booked to take part in the escape room, I went into town to shop for something I have never shopped for in my life, diapers. I figured, if I’m going to do this and keep at least a shred of dignity, I’m gunna need some protection. But I honestly had no clue what to buy. I know nothing about diapers. I wanted something absorbent, I estimated I might wet myself at least twice, so I needed something that could hold such an amount of pee. My choices turned out to be fairly limited. All I could find were kind of run of the mill adult diapers, which were fine but I kind of wanted something at least a little bit cute and feminine, besides, I didn’t want my friends finding out I was diapered, I didn’t want them to know I was cheating. Plus, seeing the look on their faces when I didn’t wet my pants would be priceless. In the end, I decided to contact a friend for advice, he’s not in my normal circle of friends so he wasn’t aware of the escape room and I was aware he was in some way into this kinda thing. To be honest, the conversation was less awkward than I anticipated, I simply explained I needed some diapers, what I needed them for and that I wanted them to be absorbent but also invisible under my clothes. In essence, he explained that invisibility for the kinda absorption I was talking about was near impossible, it was either absorption and good protection or invisible and potentially leaky. In the end, I figured potentially leaky would be best. I really didn’t want my diaper to be seen by my friends, partly cause it would be sort of cheating but mostly cause I figured wetting myself was slightly less embarrassing than wearing a diaper. Fine line, I guess. In the end, I bought some super cute diapers that were designed for teenage bedwetting. They were grey at the front, with a purple chequered bow and the rear section was totally covered in the same purple chequered pattern as the bow at the front. I felt a little strange buying them and I was a little self-conscious that people suspected they were for me, I mean, I’m only petit and these diapers were the perfect size for me. I did find it kind of thrilling though, I will admit, it did give me a buzz. I felt a little naughty. They came in a pack of five, I only needed one, wasn’t really sure what to do with the rest, it did seem wasteful to throw the rest in the bin though, figured I’d sort that problem out a little later on. The next stage was to select my outfit for the day in question, I wanted something comfortable, cause I figured we might be in there quite a while. I also wanted something cute, I mean, who doesn’t like cute? On top of that, I also wanted something loose fitting, these diapers seemed fine, they weren’t too bulky or puffy but even still, I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. In honesty, I wasn’t even sure what the dress code was, I guessed casual, cause who wants to risk peeing their pants in good clothes? Certainly not me, that’s for sure. I was torn between black, boot cut jeans, black leggings or grey cotton bottoms. I leaned towards black; black helps eliminate silhouettes and of course, helps hide any potential wetness. On the other hand, even though these were loose fitting, they were all tighter, particularly at the rear, than my grey cotton bottoms. But then, if my diaper leaks in the grey, there is no way of hiding that, I would be in real trouble. Tough decisions. In the end I plumped for the grey bottoms, the extra loose fitting and comfy material won me over. Besides, I’ve been told my ass looks good wearing them. To match the casual cute look, I went for a tank top with a unicorn and rainbow print. Did I need underwear? Were knickers needed? I asked myself both questions, I mean, would wearing knickers above my diaper help hide any potential puffy bulge? No, I didn’t think it was worth it. Outfit chosen, diapers selected and a time and meeting place selected, we were all set for our day out. We all met outside the mansion in question at eleven in the morning. The sun was bright, and it was quite warm, I was sweating a little, the diaper was a lot warmer than I figured it would be. I felt a little self-conscious about my diaper and I felt I was checking my ass far more than I should have. The mansion itself was creepy, seriously creepy. It looked totally dilapidated and run down, how someone had turned this into a viable business was beyond me. Even during the day, I felt a little fear twinge in my bladder, at night, I think I would wet my pants. The brickwork was all shoddy and mismatched, there was an old greenhouse type arrangement to the left-hand side full of plants that had withered and died, it really gave me the creeps. I voiced my anxieties to my friends, they mostly agreed that it was indeed creepy, but also made a good point that maybe it was just all part of the experience. “is someone coming to meet us?” I asked genuinely puzzled, there didn’t seem to be any other people anywhere to be seen. “The email said to head to the greenhouse” Lauren replied, not at all sounding confident and sounding just a little bit apprehensive. “We should really get moving, we should have been there a couple minutes ago” Noah interjected, forever the pragmatist. “By the way Emily, brave choice with the grey bottoms, thought you might have went for black, you know, to hide the fact when you wet yourself like a little girl” his tone was playful, but I responded with a daggers look that said do not go there and he didn’t. We walked the rest of the way to the greenhouse in silence, I think we were all tentative by this point. We entered the greenhouse and the midday sun was roasting hot, amplified by our glass surroundings. Nobody was to be seen however, Noah called out a couple of times but got no response. “well this is great” I spoke out to try and break a monotonous silence, but deep down I was kinda relieved, I was now terrified, and my heart was pounding. My fear twangs in my bladder were intensifying too and I was having to bear down a little to stop any leaks. I tried to be discreet of course, whether I succeeded was debatable, Noah kept giving me an inquisitive look each time I crossed my legs and braced my thighs together. We were all just stood in silence, totally unsure of what was going on. I began to believe this was all a hoax. “Boys and girls!! Follow my voice!! No!! Not over there, down here!!” An electronic voice boomed out and echoed around the room, we all jumped out of our skin. Lauren had jumped into Noah for safety, Will had practically suffered a heart attack, poor Meg was almost crying, and I’d pissed myself. Literally. That voice literally scared the piss out of me. It didn’t feel like I had leaked too much, maybe just a particularly large spurt but either way, I felt the need to bear down and brace myself again to stop any potential flood that might easily have occurred. We all had to take a moment to compose ourselves, I guess our collective screams hadn’t exactly made things any better. I looked over to Meg, who as I say, was practically crying. She looked genuinely terrified, beyond anything I had seen before, certainly from her, who was usually so calm and collected. I was a little concerned. “You okay sweetie?” I asked her tenderly. She just kinda looked at me with huge blue puppy dog eyes, I felt an immense sympathy for her. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug. I leaned in close and told her its okay, its all part of the game. “I peed my pants” I heard her whisper in my ear, “me too” I replied and gave her a peck on the cheek. I looked down at her jeans and yeah, there was a certain dampness, but certainly nothing that would be noticed unless you looked for it. Great start, I thought to myself. We haven’t even started yet and at least two of us have peed our pants. Me and Meg held hands as we walked towards the hidden door that had opened as the voice was screaming at us, I don’t think we were consciously holding hands, but I think we felt a certain bond cause we had both confessed to peeing ourselves. Everyone else seemed scared and edgy and we were all sticking close together, nobody was breaking rank. As we walked down the steep, dark staircase towards the underbelly of the mansion, we could hear eery music playing in the room at the bottom of the stairs, yeah, we were headed there. The atmosphere felt crushing and intimidating, which only got worse as we entered the room. The room was dimly lit and there was a strange red hue in the air. There were candles burning in each corner and the smell of a sweet sickly incense was burning my nostrils. I really did not like it down there. I had to use every muscle I had to stop more pee wetting my diaper. There was a sign pointing us to a short, slightly better lit corridor which was lined with candles. It was only wide enough for one at a time, I looked at Meg in horror, neither of us wanted to go alone. “Who’s going first?” asked Noah, he even sounded strangely uncomfortable. Nobody wanted to respond, we were all too frightened. “guess I’ll take the lead then” yeah, he answered his own question. “who’s going last?” I asked “I’m fucking not, nor is Meg” I felt it was only right to protect Meg, she seemed even more afraid than me, gripping my arm as she was, it felt like she was trembling uncontrollably. “Will, you should go last” Lauren intervened, I totally agreed, it seemed only right that the two boys go first and last, it had a nice symmetry. So, Noah took the lead, followed by Lauren, then me, then Meg and Will was at the back of the queue and we slowly crept our way down the corridor. I gripped Laurens waist like there was no tomorrow and I could feel Meg doing the same with me, she was still trembling. At the end of the corridor we entered a huge but somewhat cacophonous stone walled room. There were still candles in the corners but thankfully, the incense was now gone. We all filed in one by one, until we all finally filed ourselves into a neat line. I was thinking of walking around to explore and see what was where, but Meg once again, latched onto my arm and wouldn’t let go, I felt so sorry for her. Out of me and her, I was truly surprised that I was handling it better than her. “its just a game babe, nobody is gunna hurt you” I whispered in her ear, her hair smelled sweet, like flowers, later I wanted to know what shampoo she was using. “I know, I’m just freaked” she mumbled in reply. “it’ll soon be over, then we’ll take you our for a stiff drink” I was just trying to be supportive for my friend. There was a pause and I felt like she had nothing more to say, so I moved to get closer to Noah for a little extra support but once again, Meg stopped me in my tracks. “I need to get these knickers off” she whispered into my ear, she sounded somewhat forlorn to me. “its just a little pee, I’m in the same boat remember, I peed myself too” I wanted to sound comforting, but it was tricky cause I could feel my voice breaking, the tense atmosphere was catching up with me and as we know, I wasn’t telling the whole truth. “its not that” her voice broke off suddenly. “what is it babe?” I inquired, genuinely intrigued. “I pooped a little too” Stunned. I knew she was scared, but really? So scared she pooped her pants? I found it very hard to believe. “Are you serious?” I felt my tone was a little harsh, I didn’t mean it, I was just so surprised by this admission, it really threw me off my guard. She shrank back a little and I could see she was shocked by my tone, I felt I had to make amends. “I’m sorry babe, I was taken back” I kissed her on her forehead as recompense. “yes, I am serious” she replied to my original question “its not much, but… when that voice boomed out, I felt really strange, like I was frozen and had no control over myself and as well as the pee, a little poop slipped out too” Poor Meg. “I’m sorry baby, I knew this wasn’t a good idea” I was scornful, this really wasn’t a good idea. “can you carry on?” I inquired; every fibre of my being wanted her to say no so I could get myself out of this hell hole too. “yeah, I can” oh great “I just need to get these knickers off, you think there’s anywhere I can change?” I seriously doubted it and I didn’t want to give her false hope “I don’t think so babe, even if there is, you really wanna do this commando?” oh boy, this was a conversation I never thought I would have. “I’ve got a spare pair in my bag, I thought it wise. I mean, the whole point here is to make people pee their pants, I felt it was prudent to come prepared” I admired her logic, it rather matched up with mine. Our conversation, however, was interrupted by our illustrious host. A guy stepped out from behind a door. He was tall and wearing a dark robe and big black boots, he looked kinda creepy but also quite funny at the same time. We all just stood in silence as we waited for an introduction and maybe even find out what the hell was happening. “Good afternoon folks” he announced pleasantly, gotta say, I was surprised by how cheery and friendly he sounded “my name is Mark and I will be your host for the day” Nice introduction, I thought to myself. “Excuse me?” Meg spoke out in a breaking and obviously scared voice. “Ahh hello, sorry, what is your name please?” Mark asked politely “Meg” my word she sounded frightened “nice to meet you Meg, no need to sound so frightened, what can I do for you?” honestly, he sounded totally friendly, not at all what any of us were expecting. “umm can i… umm is there… is there like a bathroom I could use please?” she asked pleadingly. “we do have facilities, which you may use before the game begins, but I need to know why?” I looked at Meg, I needed to know what she was gunna say, I gripped her tight to offer what little support I could. “I just need to pee” oh dear, she did not sound convincing, Meg was never a good liar. “I don’t believe you” Mark rebuked her “if you wanna use the bathroom, I’m gunna need to hear the truth” I shot a look to Meg again, I felt I needed to bail her out. “Truth is” I spoke out and Meg looked at me so pleadingly it was horrendous, for a moment, I’m sure she thought I was going to be truthful about what had occurred in her underwear “we’ve both peed ourselves a little and we would like to dry ourselves off” please believe me, please. I tried to sound as convincing as I could, I mean it was kinda true, we had both peed ourselves, except she had done just a little more in her knickers than I wanted to let on. “that’s fine” he said. Thank the lord, I thought to myself, I looked at Meg and smiled, I felt like I had bailed her out. “one thing though, I’m gunna need to check that you don’t change underwear in there” oh god, what? That’s weird surely. “how’s that work?” I asked totally surprised. “simple; I check the waistband of your underwear now and check again when you come out, if they match, then we’re good to go” there were a few looks of surprise being whipped around among our friends, mostly at Meg, I guess they’ve all become used to my various accidents, but for Meg, it was her first time. She didn’t seem too embarrassed, thankfully, which believe me was a relief. “does that sound okay babe?” I asked Meg, it was only after I had asked that I realised the problem. Unless her underwear matched, she was in a little trouble, what kinda trouble, I didn’t know. “yeah, I guess so” she replied, they must match, I thought to myself. “yeah that’s okay” I said to Mark in agreement. “glad to hear it” he said jovially “however, I am of course only joking, you’re free to use the facilities before we start” Phew, that’s a load of my mind. Mark directed us to the bathroom. It was only a short walk and the facilities were rather pleasant. They were clean, well equipped and nicely decorated. We both entered the same stall and Meg began stripping off her jeans. She pulled her jeans down and there was a clear wet patch on the gusset of her knickers, there was also a pad there too, she had clearly leaked a lot, the pad was totally overwhelmed. She pulled her jeans off and asked me to inspect the back, “no problem babe” I said reassuringly. Honestly, it was clear she had not suffered a number two accident, there was no brown stain adorning the seat of her cute white knickers or anything else to indicate an accident of this variety. “How bad is it?” she asked me pleadingly, “Not sure what you felt, but I cannot see anything babe” she looked at me in abject surprise, this was clearly not the response she was expecting. “really? Like, I was so sure?” I shrugged my shoulders and reiterated what I had already said, she stripped off her cute white knickers and put them in a plastic bag she had brought with her and placed the bag inside her handbag. I asked if she needed a hand drying herself off, but she said no. Her replacement knickers were equally cute. They were royal blue hipster briefs with a cute pink bow on the front, she placed them on the toilet cistern and left them there until she had dried herself off. “I’m really sorry about this Emily, I feel like a fool” she seemed in better spirits now she knew the number two accident did not even happen. “hey, it’s okay, it happens” I hugged her tight again, I could still see her pee stained knickers protruding from her bag, it made me think what kinda state I would be in, if I were not diapered. She finished drying herself off and invited me back into the stall. She was just slipping into her fresh knickers when I walked in. “You putting another pad in?” I asked her politely, she simply nodded in response. “what about you?” she asked me. “What about me?” I asked her “well, you peed too, don’t you need to change?” okay, I really didn’t want to lie to her right now, but I also didn’t want to give the game away, I composed myself for a half truth “I only leaked a little, besides, its dried now, I feel okay” she gave me a half smile in approval. She pulled up her jeans again, took a minute to compose herself and we prepared to leave the bathroom. “before we go…” Meg broke off midsentence “yeah?” i asked inquisitively “you wont tell anybody about the uh… well you know, will you?” I hugged her tight again and reassured her that no word of it would ever pass my lips. Think what you will about me, but I am not in the habit of announcing to the world that my friend thought she had pooped her pants. We left the bathroom and re-joined the others, we had been gone longer than expected and a few looks where shared, I never said a word and silently regrouped within our original line. “Ah the ladies return” Mark greeted us warmly in welcome “I was just explaining to your friends exactly what is going to happen, but have no fear I am happy to explain again” me and Meg looked at each other and smiled, I had suddenly become nervous again. “Okay I’ll keep this as brief as I can: when you go through that door, you will be in the escape room itself, your task is to solve the puzzle and exit the room. However, before entering you will drink this”, he presented a green coloured vial in his hand “the bladder buster potion. After drinking our special brew, your bladder will fill up in moments, it is made of a special mix of herbs, diuretics and one or two special ingredients. It’s also totally vegan friendly and totally safe to drink. That’s about it, really is that simple” It did sound simple, but, as I’m sure you all know, operating when desperate to pee is much easier said than done, our brains become scrambled and we often act irrationally and without proper thought. My nerves had died away somewhat, I was no longer feeling anxiously terrified, I now realised it was just a game, I looked around my friends and I think we all breathed a sigh of relief in tandem. “Now, if there are no questions, if you could all take a potion one by one, once you have all consumed a potion, then I will activate the escape room. Is everyone ready?” I took a deep breath and nodded in approval, even Meg seemed calm and composed again. “Hell yeah” shouted Noah. “fantastic. If you would all like to come up and take a potion” he beckoned us all forward and Noah went first. He downed the vial and shuddered slightly at the taste “my word that’s bitter” he announced chidingly, Mark simply giggled in response. Lauren drank hers, then Will, then Meg and finally, I took a deep breath and drank mine. God help me, I thought to myself. Come on diaper, you and me against the world, don’t let me down now. The potion was indeed bitter, it tasted a little like raw lemon juice mixed with juniper berries or something. Anyway, it didn’t taste good and it had an effort on my bladder immediately. I went from a four to a six in almost no time. I had to put this to the back of my mind, cause we had entered the escape room. The room itself was square. It was well lit, there was a computer in the corner, albeit a slightly old and creaky model and there was a locked door opposite the door we had just entered from. I walked over to the computer and read what it said on the screen, “guys come look at this” I announced to everyone, we all piled around the screen to read “find the key, open the door, or your dignity, will be no more” great. “So, we gotta find a key?” I asked puzzled. “I guess so” responded Noah. We all split up to look for anything key like, this was gunna be tough, the room was incredibly bare, and it really didn’t look like there was anywhere to hide a key. “Lauren, you’re good at this stuff, any ideas?” I inquired. “nope, got a little problem of my own” I swung round to see Lauren leaning against the wall with her hands planted in her crotch, I guessed the potion was doing its work. “gotta pee babe?” I asked her nonchalantly, I already knew the answer, I was overly familiar with desperation. “fuck yeah, like I’m all tensed and shit, I fear if I loosen up or move, I’ll piss my pants” yeah, I know the feeling. “maybe let it go babe? You might feel better, then we might have a chance of getting out of here” I wanted to sound positive, but its tough to be positive when you’re asking a friend to piss their pants for the greater good. “I know you’re right, but if I wet myself now, I gotta stay in these wet knickers and jeans all day, I didn’t bring a change of clothes” her voice was laboured, she was breathing heavily and beginning to shake. Not bringing a change of clothes was a bad idea, surely, she knew this might happen sooner or later? I left Lauren for a few moments to think over her situation. My bladder was also beginning to beg for attention, these potions really are fast workers. I considered the possibility of peeing in my diaper at that very moment, I had a thought that maybe if I let it go early, in one go, I might not get it so badly later. I was not confident though and what I really feared, was filling my diaper too early and increasing the likelihood of a leak later in the game. I wanted to forget my bladder and focus on finding this key, surely if we find the key, then we do not have to worry about this problem. “Is there like any clues or anything?” Will asked anybody that was listening. “Just that note on the computer I think” I answered in response. It really was nothing to work from, even just a small hint to get us going would be a good thing right about now. “Mark? Can you hear us in here?” Noah shouted abruptly, gave me quite a shock, his voice really boomed around the room. There was a brief pause, before finally Mark responded. “I can hear you loud and clear” Mark retorted jovially. “any chance of a little hint of some kind to get us going?” Noah inquired. I figured it was pointless, the whole point of an escape room is to work it out ourselves. “Sure, I can give you a hint. Gunna cost though” My word, he really was jovial, I got the impression he was really enjoying this. “cost us what exactly?” I shouted back quite tartly. It took a moment of two for Mark to respond. “If you want a hint, one of you has to pee your pants” he spoke the words with a slight playfulness in his voice. “That simple, one of us pees our pants and you give us a hint is that the deal?” I spoke calmly and pragmatic. “that simple” he retorted. We all gazed at each other for a moment, before all our eyes focused on Lauren. She was still doubled over on herself, hands pressed into her crotch with her thighs locked together, shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. She looked back at all of us, she knew what we wanted, I figured she would take some persuading, but I also trusted her to make the right call. “Come on Lauren, take one for the team” Noah spoke out. “yeah babe, it’s just a little pee, you’ll dry off and I’m sure they have some dry clothes you can borrow” I was in full on persuasion mode, we really needed this hint. “Save your breath guys” Lauren retorted. Oh dear, this is gunna be tougher than I thought. I was just about to start a monologue about the greater good for all involved, when out the corner of my eye, I saw one of the most welcoming sight of my life. A huge dark stain began to spread around her light-coloured jeans. It started at the crotch and quickly spread the full width of her jeans and before long, her legs had become waterfalls. The wetness was pouring down her legs and flowing over her shoes and pooling beneath her feet. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was still deep. She was still doubled over on herself, with her ass stuck out as if she were doing a standing squat. I could see pee pouring through the back of her jeans, her poor underwear would be drenched. She seemed to pee for an eternity. “OH my god!” she finally spoke as the last few trickles left her body. “That may have been, the best pee of my life” I looked at my friends and we all shared a long grin, guess pissing your pants isn’t so bad after all. “Feel better?” I asked kindly. “Oh god yeah” she responded. “Gunna have to take these jeans of though, they have become heavy and they’re sticking to me” I supressed a child like giggle. I looked at Noah and he was full on staring at Lauren, I think he enjoyed watching her wet herself. Lauren began peeling off her wet jeans, she laboured away for a good few moments. They really were totally sodden and because they were clinging so badly, she really struggled to get them off. When she did however, I was amazed. She was wearing these totally adorable purple knickers with “Good girls cover up” printed across the back, I thought they were cute, her ass looked good too. The wet patch had spread more than halfway up the back towards the waistband, it was a nice sight and it gave me a little buzz. Wait? What is happening to me? Noah was still staring, I couldn’t really blame him, guess he was feeling similar sensations to me. “Where can I leave these? Lauren asked anyone who was listening. “Put them in the corner” Will called out. Seemed a good call. “Look Mark, I peed my pants. Wanna give us the hint?” Lauren shouted out playfully whilst shaking her wet ass. “Well, you’ve upheld your end, so it’s only fair I do the same, listen closely, cause I will only say this once: Some feel pleasure, some feel sin, to find out who, you must look within” What the hell does that even mean? My brain went into overdrive working out the various connotations of the statement. It was clearly a riddle, but it really could mean anything. Does it mean one of us has the key? Does it mean one of us is the key? Has it got something to do with the computer, I mean, you can find pleasure and sin on a computer? Honestly, I was bewildered. It seemed everyone else was in the same boat. Will seemed totally frustrated, Meg seemed to be in quiet contemplation, Lauren was pacing around in her cute wet knickers and Noah was STILL staring at Lauren and her wet ass. “Noah!” I blared at him, “snap out of it, we’ve got to work this out” he blushed red and gave me an apologetic look. “I dunno, it could mean anything” he finally muttered as he came back to planet Earth, he still seemed to be distracted by something. “Will, any thoughts?” I asked out of desperation, it seemed totally hopeless, we were all totally bewildered. “I have one” he announced quietly. “Thank god, what is it?” I asked him. “well, I dunno about the riddle, but I gotta pee, pretty bad” Not another one. Wait? No, that is good. That might mean we can get a clue. It struck me as odd though, he did not seem to be desperate, I decided to ask him about it. “I’m going to be honest Will, you don’t look that desperate?” he did not respond. He was deep in thought about something. What is going on with everyone today? All the permutations of the riddle were bouncing around my head, it really could mean anything. My bladder was really beginning to scream at me too, it was making it harder to think. I only noticed when I looked at the floor, but I had been crossing my legs unconsciously for god knows how long. I must have leaked again too; cause I could feel a familiar warm tingle in my diaper. I braced myself and tensed up, the tingle was not going away. What? Huh? Ahhh okay, I was dribbling. Uncontrollably. Oh great. There was no urge, leading to the dribbling, it came out of nowhere. This potion, whatever is in it, really does what it says on the tin. I could feel my diaper becoming more and more wet. The warmth was slowly spreading towards my bum as well, it actually felt quite nice, sort of comforting. I didn’t have it in me to fight any longer, I wanted to be able to think clearly, I wanted to help my friends out of this escape room. So, I did what any good friend would do and relaxed my muscles and let the torrent flow. OH GOSH!! It felt incredible. The pee gushed out of me like a waterfall, I could feel my diaper fighting the battle to absorb the torrent I was releasing into its grasp. Between my thighs, I could feel my diaper sagging slightly, I wanted to check if it was visible, but by this stage, I wasn’t sure I cared. I knew I would pee in my diaper eventually and it turned out to be a nice sensation. I was overcome with a huge sense of relief as the final remnants of my bladder poured into my soggy diaper. I was, finally, clear headed. Unbeknownst to the world, I had just peed myself, but in total secrecy. I enjoyed the feeling it gave me. maybe diapers aren’t so bad after all. I composed myself and tried to forget the soggy warmth against my genitals and ass, it was tough, I won’t lie, I had a niggling feeling of naughtiness and I think I was blushing slightly. “okay, we really need to solve this riddle guys” I spoke fervently, I wanted to motivate those around me. “I think… it means one of us has the key” Lauren spoke out, she sounded somewhat confident but with puzzlement in her voice too. “How would that work?” I asked. “hmmm well… who actually booked this thing? I know it was a group decision, but who actually made the booking?” I felt she had hit onto a good point, maybe this whole thing was prearranged in some way. “Well, from what I remember, Noah was the one who discovered this place” I answered confidently. “Got nothing to do with me” Noah protested. “Are you sure? I mean, it was your idea, this could all be one big joke on your part, I would not put it past you” I answered him back sharply. “Look, I got an email out of nowhere from an email address registered to the operator of this business, it said if I bring my friends along, we would get cheap prices and a unique experience” this was totally bizarre, he spoke truthful, I’ve known Noah a long time, I can tell when he is lying, on this occasion, he was not lying. “So, none of us has the key?” Lauren asked sharply. “I have no idea” I retorted. “Hey mark, you still there?” I called out into the ether. “Yeah I’m still here” he replied. “look, we’re totally confuzzled out here, we have no idea what’s going on, it’s becoming creepy, can you please just tell us what the hell we’re doing here. Cause I’m not sure we want to play this game anymore.” I glanced around my friends and I was met with almost universal approval, this was becoming farcical, there seemed to be no answer to the riddle. Meg had barely spoken since leaving the bathroom, Will seemed to be in a trance and Lauren was happily prancing around in her soaked knickers, as for Noah, I couldn’t read him, this potion seemingly had no effect on him. “Check the computer” Mark’s electronic voice echoed around the room. I made a dash for the computer, there was a message, one that was not there before, it said: “Puer in Eboracum natus est” What the hell is that? What language is that? We all read it, totally puzzled. After a moment or two, Will spoke out, “I think it’s Latin” he sounded unsure in his answer. “Well okay, if it is Latin, what the hell does it say? This is just getting weird” I was beginning to get agitated, I know this is the point of escape rooms, they aren’t supposed to be easy, but when you have one friend who is frolicking happily in wet knickers, one who appears to be in a trance, one who hasn’t spoken in ages, one who is apparently desperate for a pee but showing no signs of desperation at all, it all just seemed too much for me, I needed a glimmer of light to aim for. “Well, Eboracum is the Latin for York, that’s as far as my knowledge goes” It was Noah who spoke out. “How do you know that?” Meg asked him, it was the first time she had spoken in a long time. “I studied at York university, it was just something I picked up along the way” okay, maybe we can get somewhere with this. I briefly believed we were getting somewhere. Maybe the clue has something to do with Noah’s studies at York, maybe that has something to do with the original riddle? But honestly, I didn’t know. “Will, a little help here would be nice?” I asked him tartly. He said nothing but just stared right through me, as he began emptying his bladder. It was huge. His grey denim shorts quickly went dark. I could see his pee running down his legs, trickling into his socks and flowing ferociously over his shoes. There was such a forcefulness, that I could see the tip of his penis pressing against the sodden material of his shorts. The sound of his pee splashing against the stone floor was echoing and we all just stood silently watching as he emptied his bladder. His face was expressionless, as if he were having an out of body experience. At one point he looked down at his crotch and grabbed his testicles and squeezed, pee sprayed over his hand and sploshed onto the floor. He stood for a moment and pushed the puddle around slightly with his feet, as if he were a cat playing with its dinner. I thought he looked cute. “I’ve gotta get these shorts off” he exclaimed nonchalantly. Just like that, he began peeling his shorts off, he unbuttoned his shorts, dropped the fly and his shorts fell to his ankles and rested wearily in his puddle. He was wearing tight grey briefs that really hugged his testicles in a wet embrace, his package was tight and seemed to be resting comfortably. He spun around and there was a wetness that had began to creep up his ass but stopped just below his cheeks. “You feel better?” Lauren asked him directly. “I do” he answered simply. “Anyone else wanna wet their pants and strip off before we sole this riddle?” I asked, totally exasperated by everything that was going on. It was very much a rhetorical question; I was beginning to think everyone had gone a bit mad. I know the whole point of this game is for all participants to wet their pants, but surely stripping off isn’t part of that bargain. I let the silence linger for a moment before speaking again. “look, we could end up in here forever, we have to solve this riddle. Anyone have any ideas?” Again, I was greeted by silence. “look, can we break it down word by word? Maybe that will give us some idea?” “Puer” I answered by own question again, “any ideas?” I finally got a response “Puer means boy I think” announced Noah. Finally, we might be getting somewhere. “What makes you say that?” I asked him. “Not sure” he answered briskly “its just what popped into my head when I heard the word” well, I finally felt like we were maybe getting somewhere. “Okay, so we maybe have boy. What is next… in Eboracum, well we think Eboracum is York, so maybe in York? Okay, so boy in York. Natus est? Any ideas?” it felt slightly forlorn, I figured we were lucky to get York and maybe boy, the last bit seemed alien to me. “Well…” Noah began “What words In English do we have that are like natus?” decent line of thinking I thought. “Natal?” Meg spoke out. “Natal!” I expressed jubilantly. “Natal has something to do with childbirth, right?” it was mostly rhetorical, but Noah answered, nonetheless. “Yeah, like ante natal classes” finally, maybe we had a workable answer. “So, we have boy, York and birth?” I asked Noah. “Sounds about right” he responded. “So, is the answer, “The boy was born in York?” my question was directed towards Mark and he duly answered. “Yes” he said simply. Halleluiah. It probably took us longer than it should have, but more importantly, we got there eventually. “So, Mark, where does that leave us?” I asked jubilantly, I expected we were nearly through this. “Well you answered the question, but you still haven’t answered the riddle, so really, you’re no further forward” You must be joking. To be continued.
  5. A slow suburban train in the South Of England in the early 1960's. Steam hauled and with very old carriages that were split up unto compartments with 8 seats and didn't have a corridor - so once you were in there was no getting out until the next station. On long journeys there were "Ladies only" compartments because assaults and violence were not unheard of, although probably less prevalent that they are in C21. I was not yet 20 and in my first job. The train was crowded and my compartment had both men and women in it. I was the youngest by a long way. I needed a pee, but as I was only going three stops wasn't concerned because I would be getting off the train in about 15 minutes - or so I thought. It wasn't unusual for the train to stop between stations -but normally only for a minute or so until the line ahead was clear. This day we stopped and waited, and waited. Then the guard came along the line to tell us that there was a problem ahead and we could be delayed some time. He was shouting this through the windows and also said that no one should attempt to leave the train as it was dangerous to do so. We were still stationary 45 minutes later and again the guard came to say the train in front had broken down - or as he put it "something's fallen of their engine" and we would be some time. My legs were crossed as surreptitiously as I could make it look but i knew I would pee the seat if I didn't have a slash very soon. A man sitting opposite asked "Do you need a wee,son?" I couldn't deny it and said I hadn't expected to be on the train so long. He said "none of us did and I for one need urgent relief" It was very soon clear that one or two female passengers were similarly embarrassed. I blurted out"I can't hold it much longer". I think everyone in the carriage was sympathetic and were willing me not to do it in my trousers. The first man told me not to worry, and went to the door of the carriage and opened it slightly - He said "Just widdle onto the track - no one will look and everyone understands". I had no option and did as was suggested - sensing that it was only just in time and aware that I had leaked a little into my underwear. As I finished and was fastening my fly the man said "My turn now* and although I didn't look (because that wouldn't have been fair) I heard a very long and powerful pee. When he finished he said "That feels a lot better - better out than in as my old mum used to say". Another guy said "Could you leave the door as it is old man. I think I had better....." and he did. The two ladies in the compartment had been talking and one said "I'ts OK for you men, but what about us - we simply must make ourselves comfortable^. This was clearly a problem in a compartment full of men but it was obvious that one of the women was at least as desperate as I had been. The man who had helped me said "Of course madam we will ensure you have as much privacy as possible". This was achieved with the help of broadsheet newspapers passengers had with them. The man deputed me to hold one edge of the opened out paper to make a sort of curtain across the compartment. Everybody else moved well back and chatted with each other to show they were not in the least bit interested in what was going on behind the newspaper.. The man winked and whispered to me "no peeking now" and the first woman went to squat just beside the carriage door. People started talking and behaving as if nothing unusual was happening and soon the second woman took her turn. I didn't peek, but had a insight into female anatomy and the difference between men and women as it was clearly harder for women to pee through a narrow space. As the door was closed the second woman kicked out onto the track another newspaper that bore signs of having received the "overflow" that didn't make it through the gap. Conversation resumed - centered on the poor standards of British Rail and the problem of explaining to one's boss the reason for being very late at work. After about half an hour we began to move very slowly. But least we were moving and as I was starting to feel a bowel movement making it's presence felt I was very relieved when the next station came into sight. It wasn't my stop but I just had to get to a toilet- whatever my employer might think! I told my broad minded auntie about this a few days later and she said "did you peek at the ladies" I said "no, of course not" and she replied "I don't suppose you would have seen much anyway - I expect they peed through their knickers - I know that's what I would have done with two men standing there pretending not to look at me".
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