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As promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it! Here's part 1 if you haven't read it. "You can go to the bathroom anytime you want —" I leered at him He gave a chuckle and smiled at me "— as long as you go to the bathroom in your pants." The waitress arrived with the next round of beers. "No peeing unless it's in your pants. You know I'm getting horny just saying this. Fuck!" "Jeez, chill out!" he shushed me. "They can hear us!" I turned around and in the boot next to us there was a group of 4 guys roughly our age, dressed in basketball gear, who may or may not have heard what we'd just said. "Yeah? Too bad." I turned back around to Mike: "It means they'll witness a 21 year old piss himself like a baby." "Shut up!!! Damn" "So... Are you gonna piss yourself or what?" "Maybe. God I'm fucking bursting." I could feel my dick throbbing inside my boxer briefs. It was the beer that gave me the courage to be so open about it. But even then, i wasn't actually convinced he was gonna do it. He had no interest in omorashi prior to going out with me. He was dressed too well. Hot Levi's, linen shirt, white Adidas... Yeah, no chance in hell he's actually gonna flood them with piss... Or... maybe? Nah. Soon after that, our glasses were empty again. The beer was starting to take a toll on my bladder too. All the more exciting. "Let's go for a walk. I'm tired of sitting." He told me. So we got up, paid, and left. I was pretty sure he would have used the bathroom before leaving, but he didn't. The sweltering heat that had accompanied us before walking in had given way to a cool night breeze. "Shit!" He said as soon as we were out of the pub. "What's wrong?" "I have to go SO fucking bad. This breeze just made it a lot worse. Fuck!" He bent over a little bit and crossed his legs, his jeans briefly outlining his sweet soft bulge. "Good God. He's been holding it since this morning. That bulge must be hiding a frickin tankful of piss", I thought to myself. "Good!" I replied. To which again he reacted by laughing and not really saying anything. My dick was hard by this point. I suggested going for a walk downtown. [Mind you, It's a small Italian town, when I say downtown i mean centro storico, where all the bars and the nightlife are. In this case, a 10 minute walk from the Pub] "Let's go back to my car a second" he said "I forgot my cigarettes in there." "Alright." We took the first turn left into the street that would take us to the parking lot, and just as we turned, he stopped again. "FFFFfffuuuuuck. I have to piss NOW. I've never had to go this bad in my life. I'm literally gonna..." "... Piss myself?" I anticipated him "... Yeah. Lol." He gave his dick a hard squeeze, crossed his legs and did a quick potty dance. A 21 year old hottie was suddenly regressing to a 5 year old kid. Beautiful. My dick was getting so hard it was becoming painful to walk. If I hadn't been wearing black pants I'm sure anyone could have seen my huge boner trying to break free from my pants. — "Come on, let's go. We'll find some dark alleyway and piss there. I kinda have to go too now." I said, still not believing I would get to see any pants wetting that night. We walked down the street to the parking lot. It was an old poorly lit cobblestone square with maybe thirty of forty cars parked inside of it. Mike had stopped moaning and complaining. He was now walking next to me like normal. We entered the parking lot and walked to his car. We were almost there when he stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around and OH MY GOD. His position. The position that means just one thing. He was standing still, legs slightly apart, head looking down at his feet. And then a wet spot appeared. He was pissing himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so aroused my legs started to shake and I had to lean on Mike's car for support. He didn't move. The wet spot got bigger and bigger in a matter of seconds. First his whole crotch, than it made its way down one of his legs. A river of piss flowed from his rolled up cuffs straight onto the cobblestone pavement, making a distinctive piss trickle noise. "Fuuuuck. I'm going. I'm pissing myself." I was too aroused to say anything, i just stood still and watched in awe. It wasn't long before his other leg got soaked too. He just wouldn't stop pissing. I reckon at least 30 seconds had passed and he was still pissing. The trickle from his pants cuffs still steady. A huge puddle forming on the cobblestones. He let out a sigh of relief as the trickle finally died down. "Aah yes. I needed that." He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes, smiling. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. My hot 21 year old sweetie pie had completely disgraced himself in front of me, in the middle of a parking lot. To be honest, i wasn't completely dry either: my boxer briefs were soaked in precum. I was ready to burst a huge creamy load in my pants. "Fuck" I moaned "I didn't think you were actually gonna piss yourself for me. I don't know what to say except this is the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Lol, I'm glad you liked it." He said. And just as he said that, I pushed him to the passenger door side of his car and furiously made out with him. I kissed him on his lips, stubble, and down on his manly neck. My hands reached down and squeezed his tiny, firm butt cheeks. They were soaked in piss. I was in heaven. I pressed my crotch into his and shot a warm creamy load right into my boxer briefs and pants. Pure bliss. Complete sexual gratification. — "Damn baby, did you pee out of your butt? Even your backside is soaked" I laughed. "I had to pee a lot. I'm soaked everywhere". Just as he said that, we heard some voices. We quickly separated and I stepped out from the line of parked cars to see what was going on. It was the basketball players that were sitting next to us in the pub. "Shit." I heard Mike complain. "Don't worry" I told him. "You just stay right where you are, they won't notice you pissed yourself. Chill." The group seemed to be walking past us when suddenly one of them saw us at us and came walking towards us. He stepped through the area where Mike had pissed himself: "Hey, you guys got a lighter? Mine just stopped working. These fucking lighters are shit." "Uhm... Yeah, here you go." Mike ran his hand inside his piss-soaked pocket and gave him his cigarette lighter. Needless to say, the lighter had a nice piss coating to it. It felt damp to the touch. The basketball guy took it without batting an eye and lit up his cigarette. He thanked Mike, gave it back to him, gave him a quick once-over and went back to his friends. When they got to their car, I noticed them looking in our direction while talking to each other. "Fuck man that was close" I said "Do you think he noticed I pissed myself? Even the lighter was wet with piss Lol" "I don't know Mike. It's not exactly common to see a 21 year old piss himself. Even though... Yeah, you do look like you pissed yourself actually." As luck would have it, we had a plastic cover in the trunk. It now makes me think Mike had deliberately decided he was going to piss himself that night no matter what. He put it on his seat to avoid ruining his car and we got it. Mike started the car, turned on the headlights and switched on the radio. "Fuck man, I got piss in my shoes too." His adidas sneakers squeaked with every bit of movement. I looked at him again. His Levi's were soaked, a giant unmistakeable piss pattern from his crotch down both of his legs. Even the seam at the bottom of his linen shirt had gotten wet. "I love you baby. You know you didn't have to do this if you didn't want to" I said "You know... I kinda liked it. I didn't remember pissing yourself felt this good."

This is from two summers ago, its my first time doing it in my bike pants.. just found it on my computer I have got inspiration now, so i think im gonna do this every ride but i must find out a way to keep my shoes dry Mtbwetting.mp4

Hi I am wanting to go into diaper messing but I am not sure what brand to use or where to find them?

Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".

So I want to specify with upmost clarification that I. DO. NOT. HATE. WOMEN. This post is intended for those men, and women, who are involuntarily celibate because they are unable to meet a partner whether due to them being physically unattractive, mentally ill, or in my case, a combination of the two, combined with a third factor, I simply have no idea what the fuck I am doing. So with that said, if this applies to you, please, join my chat and throw some ideas around. If this DOES NOT apply to you, and you are in fact a misogonyst who hates women and blames them for your lack of adequate sexual relationships, please do me a favor and get the actual fuck out of my post right now. I WILL NOT tolerate any female bashing here. So yea, that's it folks, what do you think? To recap, I simply have no luck in meeting women. I am celibate because I cannot meet them, I do not know how to talk to them or gain their interest, and it has made me a social outcast. So what is the term for someone who is unable to have sex due to inability to meet the opposite sex, but doesn't actually hate or blame the opposite sex?

Hi everyone, especially AMAB people. I was wondering if you ever got the chance to receive a blowjob while you needed to go to the bathroom. If you did, what happened? Was it enjoyable? I would love to do this to someone Thanks in advance for your answers!

In the next day I'm heading out on a nearly week long-road trip. I have to be halfway across the country for work the beginning of next week, but I thought I'd take several days to explore the scenery. I expect most of it will be natures, but I guarantee some of it is to be man-made. I'll be spending long hours behind the wheel and staying well-hydrated (I figure about four liters or so a day). I'm sure I'll be making plenty of stops along the way. I'm driving from halfway down Florida along the coast to the Carolinas, then turn inland to cross the mountains on my way to the plains of the Upper Midwest. There will be plenty of beaches, forests and fields along the way. I'll be dropping by here from time to time, hopefully to give you reports of my... progress. If you have any recommendations on what you'd like to see, by all means please let me know.

I’m in year 12 of high school and wanting to do some omo. wants: holding, humiliation and other suggestions

The Fire Moon’s performer’s accident This story is based on the characters made by Behavior from Dead by Daylight. In no way all the characters mine and are just being used to make a fanfic. The story only is mine own idea . Ji-Woon Hak or better known as Trickster amongst his fans was on his tour bus on the way to the Fire Moon Festival to deliver an unforgettable performance. Ji-Woon was sitting at the diner table with his slim legs crossed knee over knee while he painted his nails black for the Fire Moon Festival performance. He was just finishing his last coat of nail polish, as he felt the bus come to a sudden stop. Ji-Woon looked out the window to see that traffic all around them have also stopped. Yun-Jin, the Trickster manger, came out from the passenger seat to where Ji-won sat. She stopped for a minute and looked at the red dyed hair singer and sighed, she hated to tell him anything that might disappoint him and his fans. “Looks like there was an accident ahead of us so we will be stuck here for a while. We will try to get to the Festival on time, but just in case be ready” Ji-Woon rolled his eyes, he hated to disappoint his fans or do anything to not hear them chant his name. “We better get there, I can’t disappoint the fans, Yun-Jin” “I know, we will try our best but we can’t control the traffic, so just in case, be ready” Ji-Woon hated this but know she was right, the can’t control traffic. Ji-Woon uncrossed his legs and went into the bus changing room to get ready for his performance. Ji-Woon undressed till he was just in his blue briefs. He stood in front of the mirror in his dressing room and looked at his bare petite body, imaging the audience chanting his name. 10 minutes later he snapped out of it and reentered reality. Ji-Woon smiled at the thought of his day dream and went to get dressed for the night’s performance. Ji-Woon opened his closet and pulled out his Fire Moon Performer outfit; Grey joggers with red belt with white marking around his torso, a black crop top with white markings down his chest, a blue clock with the fire moon on its back and shoulders held on with two chains draped across his smooth, masculine chest, a white head band around his red dyed hair, and red and blue sneakers with no socks. Ji-Woon then started to apply some make up, a blue and white stripe across his nose as well as some eyeliner. He added some glitter to the nose makeup and to complete the look Ji-Woon put on some jewelry. Three earrings in each ear that were small hops and a hanging one only in his right ear. With two rings on one hand and only one on the other. While Ji-Woon applied his make up he felt a slight tingle in his lower abdomen but Ji-Woon ignored it. He continued with his make up and when he was done Ji-Woon forgot all about his need to pee. Ji-Woon exited his dressing room all ready for the festival but looking out the window he saw they still were in traffic. Ji-Woon sighed and sat back down at the table, pulling out his phone. He scrolled though Facebook as he once again crossed his slim legs. Yun-Jin came out and smiled at The Trickster. “You look great and ready to give it your best, that’s good since as soon as we get to the festival we need to get on stage to make up for being late” 15 minutes later they pulled into the festival. The audience can be seen outside quietly waiting. Ji-Woon looked outside and couldn’t wait to have them start chanting his name. He stood up in a rush, not even uncrossing his legs first but still found his balance. When Ji-Woon quickly stood he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen once again reminding him of his need to pee. But once again he put it off so he can get out there and start hearing his beautiful name chanted amongst the crowd. Ji-Woon ran out of the bus and onto stage. “The Trickster is here!” The announcer announced. The crowd went wild as he jumped up on stage and took a bow. As he was bowing, once again he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen. This time he kinda noticed it and he got sightly worried for a second but quickly got caught back in the moment again, putting off his need, not wanting to disappoint his fans anymore. 30 minutes passed and Ji-Woon had officially won back the crowd. He sang song after song while dancing and doing tricks. Hi-Woon was really working to win any doubt the crowd may have so natural he sweated a lot so he also drank tons of water. Everything was going fine. That is till it was not. 40 minutes after the show has started he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen once again, and this time it was stronger. He almost doubled over it was so intense but he mange to get it under control, he couldn’t disappoint his fans again, but he was more carful with his dancing and tricks so he wouldn’t have to drink a lot of water. However, he was still signing his heart out so his mouth got dry which meant more water. Ji-Woon had it under control but after a few more minutes a huge wave of desperation hit him like a freight train, causing him to leak into his blue briefs. Ji-Woon eyes got big as he realized what just had happened to him. To afraid to look at his grey joggers he just kept performing hoping nothing showed. “Am I really going to stay here and wet myself on stage, I should just take a quick break, it’s not like this outfit would be hard to take off unlike some other outfits I have wore?” Ji-Woon thought. “No, I can’t leave, I must hold it” Ji-Woon kept performing but incorporated more leg crossing in his dance moves by twirling or just crossing them while standing still. Just as Ji-Woon thought he had his bladder under control he leaked again, soaking his blue briefs even more. His hart sank as he felt the leak and even though he was scared to look he couldn’t help but to look at his grey joggers. Ti his relief nothing showed on them and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But was quickly overtaken by a need of desperation as Ji-Woon really had to pee now. Even though he was trying his best the feeling of his wet briefs made Ji-Woon leaked again, and was horrified to see a dime size wet spot on his grey joggers. Ji-Woon hoped no one had or would notice so he tried to cover the spot with his cloak and keep moving so it would be harder or even impossible to spot. But Ji-Woon was paranoid someone already had saw it. Ji-Woon now knew he wouldn’t make it and if he stayed on stage performing he would wet himself right there on stage in front of the whole audience and crew, including his manger, Yun-Jin. But he stayed as he knew he couldn’t let down his fans again, they would stop chanting his name for sure if he did, he just had to hold it. But that didn’t happen and leak after leak occurred and finally despite his best efforts Ji-Woon lost the battle. Hot pee poured effortlessly out of him with a loud hiss. He tried to stop it by grabbing himself and standing with cross legs but all that accomplished was soaking his hand. Pee soaked his blue briefs and grey joggers, soaking his red and white belt as well. Pee ran down both his legs and made obvious dark streaks down them. Pee ran into his red and blue shoes and pooled in them soaking his feet, the pee that didn’t go into his shoes soaked the outside of them darken the blue and red material and then pooling at his feet on the black stage. The Trickster was frozen in shock at what just happened and to make things worse his fear came true as the audience got quit and just watched in shock. Pee continued to pour out of Ji-Woon’s body and into his briefs and joggers. His blue briefs were now completely soaked and the grey joggers were so wet you could see Ji-Woon’s briefs outlined on them. Yun-Jin saw what was happening and quickly made her way on to stage. Wrapping a other cloak around Ji-Woon and standing in front of him but carful to avoid stepping in his huge pee puddle Yun-Jin spoke. “Due to an unforeseeable event we have to cut the Trickster performance shor…” Ji-Woon grabbed the microphone “Nothing will stop this performance, Yun-Jin” Yun-Jin looked at him with a serious but concerned look. “You just peed your pants you have to come back to the bus now, you can’t perform your best like that.” Ji-Woon didn’t want to stop the show but he also knew Yun-Jin was right, he couldn’t perform like this, let alone perform his best. Ji-Woon made his way off stage with his shoes make a squishing noise ever time he took a step and leaving a pee trail as he walked. Yun-Jin followed close behind laying the microphone on the backstage table as she walked by it. They made it to the bus and Ji-Woon made his way straight to the bathroom to shower. He took off his cloak and shirt and stood there thinking about what just happened. Thinking of how all his fans seeing hook wetting himself and how may of them recorded him peeing his pants. Not to mention the cameras for news outlets or the festival’s cameras. Eventually he took of his shoes and joggers, carefully not to get pee everywhere, seeing his blue briefs for the first time soaked. And they were just as they felt, absolutely soaked with pee. He then poured out the pee in his shoes into the sink and he was socked at how much pee poured out of them. Ji-Woon then got in the shower and took a nice warm, long shower. Outside Yun-Jin turned on the news to see a video of Ji-Woon peeing himself with the headline “local performer, The Trickster, wet himself on stage”. Yun-Jin turned it off “well, that was fast” she thought to herself and laid down on the couch waiting for Ji-Woon. Here is a picture of Ji-Woon in his Fire Moon performer outfit.

(You can skip all this bold text if it doesn't interest you.) I used to have a big, long thread on here about my experiences with my partner, but I had to take it down. See, even though I changed a few pretty big, important key details when I wrote those stories out (even keeping one particularly significant thing out of all of my posts entirely), the one person in my real-life that I most DID NOT want to find out about this somehow found the posts and recognized who we were. If anyone who was following me back then wonders why I disappeared from this site for so long, that was part of the reason for it and some other things I won't get into here. I've been very active in a few other places in the meantime, but missed some of the people I'd met here. So, I'm back. And since the worst case scenario has already happened, I'm going to re-upload those posts now as true to life as I can (I will still not be using any real names or locations though, of course, and some other details will be changed as well, but I feel less like I need to hide as much anymore.) *** One- The Problem So. Introductions. I’m Cameron Davis, I’m a twenty five year old trans man living with my partner Felix in Arizona. I’m also a bit of a nervous wreck. That’s kind of why I’m writing this. Felix thinks it would be helpful if I wrote these kinds of things down, I’ll see if he’s right. I transitioned socially very, very young. My parents say the only times I threw tantrums as a toddler when when I was referred to as a girl, or asked to put on a dress. My Dad can remember when I was really little, I used to ask when the ‘aliens that abducted me would come back and make into a boy again.’ They were confused at first, because of how my body looked they had assumed I was their daughter, but every time they called me that I would get so upset. It was strange, because other than that I was an easy, agreeable toddler that rarely kicked off at all. They took me to a new doctor who asked me all sorts of questions, and after that she talked to my parents and I learned what the word “trans” meant. After we got home, my parents told me that they understood now, and that I could be whoever I wanted. They got my hair cut short and bought me new clothes that felt better, and my Dad made a little tube out of a medicine spoon that I could use to pee standing up like all the other boys. When I was that young, I didn’t understand that some people weren’t going to react to me the way my parents had. I didn’t understand that some people were dangerous, and I didn’t understand that even though I now looked like all the other boys I went to school with and could do everything that they could do, that didn’t mean everyone else saw me that way. And that’s why The Problem began. The Problem is shy bladder syndrome. Paruresis. Pee shyness. Whatever you want to call it, it has been a constant in my life. For a few months after my Dad made me a stand-to-pee device, I could use the urinals at school when I had to go. But, eventually, a group of sixth graders somehow found out about me, they thought it would be funny to attack me, and chose to do it while I was peeing. After that, peeing in a public place (Especially if it is unfamiliar, crowded, noisy, or lacks sufficient privacy) would produce a fear response in me that makes it impossible to actually go no matter my level of urgency. My bladder can feel like an overfilled water balloon, ready to pop with the smallest poke, but once I’m in front of a toilet my body will tense itself so much that not a single drop can come out. It was confusing at first, to know that I definitely needed to go but then get to a urinal and have nothing come out because I felt scared inside. I remember that since little kids don’t have the best social skills, it wasn’t even all that unusual for my classmates to pay attention to what one another were doing in the restroom, and there was a little bit of natural curiosity about the fact I peed through a tube, I guess. I can still remember very clearly one boy asking me why I wasn’t going and how that had made me feel weirdly itchy all over. I was so confused and felt so scared. I would need to pee really, really bad, then when the class was taken for a toilet break, I would get no relief whatsoever. The first handful of times this happened, I got worried that I really COULD explode from not peeing for too long. I would be able to go as soon as I got home each day. Sometimes, though, I’d wet myself as soon as I got through the door. My parents were never angry, just confused. Even if Kindergarten was just a half-day long, four hours is still brutal on a little kid’s developing bladder. I’m not sure if my classmates were aware of how I was perpetually desperate, but my teacher definitely noticed that I was squirming all the time. She also saw me go to the restroom with my classmates every time she took us for a break and assumed I was going then. She expressed concern to my parents that I had a health problem that was making me need to go too frequently, except I didn’t have to go super often at home so my parents didn’t think I needed to be checked for that. I remember how I could never run and play at recess, because I just had to pee so bad that I couldn’t move very well. But, then I’d get to a toilet, and people would be all around me, and I’d feel so unsafe and scared, and nothing would come out. I pretty much just spent my entire childhood desperate to pee. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but honestly not too big of one. My teacher that year was very kind and caring. And she was very aware that something was wrong. She saw me go into the restroom and, presumably, pee three times every day, yet I was still dancing all over the place. I think one day she noticed that, when I came out of the restroom and had supposedly just relieved myself, I was jiggling and obviously still holding it, because she eventually ended up pulling me aside one day and asking if I was having trouble going. I was, of course, desperate when she asked me this. No doubt I was pee-dancing as I answered that yes, I was having lots of trouble. I had to go real bad and it wouldn’t come out and it was scary. She said she thought she knew what was bothering me and told me to try going now without the rest of my classmates. I did as she asked. I entered the empty restroom, not expecting to be able to pee. I didn’t get my hopes up. I locked myself into a stall, remembering that when I’d been attacked by the bullies, it was when I was at a urinal. I felt safe in the locked stall, and not being able to hear anybody made me feel even more safe. The scary feelings were all gone. When I tried to pee, I actually peed. I was very surprised by that, but happy. I went back to class, and my teacher could tell I’d actually gone since I was no longer squirming. She told me she thought that would help, and asked if trying to use the restroom with other kids in the room made me feel nervous. I remember that I didn’t know what ‘nervous’ meant, so she explained it to me and I nodded. She said some people feel that way sometimes, and that I could go during class if that made me feel better. So, after that, I could go at school. She even promised to tell my first grade teacher next year that I needed to be excused from class to go and that it was something I couldn’t help. That made me feel better, because I knew the school day would be longer in first grade. My first grade teacher did go along with what my Kindergarten teacher had said, so I could still go at school that year. Except for one day. We had a substitute teacher that day. And, for whatever reason, she just would NOT let me go pee during class-time— or even during recess. I was only allowed to go when she brought the whole class. And, of course, I couldn’t do it. I tried explaining to the substitute that I couldn’t go, but with the vocabulary of a six year old the point didn’t really get across. She just kept saying “Of course you can go,” and not understanding what I was trying to say. I told her that my teacher had a note about how I HAVE to be allowed to go when I ask, and she said something about how she does not read notes that were not written for her. This was the first time I was gonna have to hold it through the whole day in first grade, which was several hours longer than I’d ever held it in Kindergarten. An hour or so after lunch I think is when it happened; this absolutely horrific back pain began to surge through me. I had never felt it before. I had never felt ANYTHING that hurt that bad before. It scared me so much. I thought I was gonna actually, for-real explode and that the pain was the start of my body ripping apart. It hurt so much, I didn’t know what was happening, and it was so scary. It made me start crying at my desk because I just couldn’t handle it. The substitute noticed I’d started to cry and asked what the issue was. I babbled something about feeling bad and sick and thinking I was dying. She was annoyed with me, said “You’re not DYING. You’re over-dramatizing.” But decided I could go to the nurse. She sent another kid to walk with me as was standard for lower grades. On the way there, I saw the restrooms I knew would be empty and usable. I tried to run in, but the kid sent with me stopped me and said I was supposed to go straight to the nurse and he didn’t want to get in trouble. Once I was with the nurse, the other kid left and I tried to explain to the nurse what was going on, but I couldn’t explain it well enough, I just said something about how my back was exploding. She, of course, did not get what I was trying to say. But, I looked really pale and I was trembling real bad all over, so it definitely looked like there was something wrong with me. She told me to lay down while she got a thermometer. I asked her for the toilet a couple times, and she told me to wait until she had my temperature. I kept shaking as she got it. I felt like I was gonna throw up, and that made me feel scared too. I didn’t have a fever, but it was so obvious that I was unwell that she said she was gonna try and contact my parents anyway. She thought maybe I was having an allergic reaction to something. I begged her for the toilet again. She said my Mom was coming soon and she wanted me to be sure and be there so she knew where I was when my Mom got here. I said I felt like I was about to throw up, so she got me a trash can. But, I didn’t actually end up vomiting. My Mom got there, the nurse explained that I had chills, was very pale and was complaining of pain and nausea. She suggested that it was an allergic reaction. While my Mom took me home, she asked me if one of the other kids had given me certain kinds of nuts. My Dad is allergic to certain nuts and she was assuming I’d inherited it from him. I could barely respond, I asked her to drive faster because I had to pee really bad. We didn’t live far from my elementary school at least, and I managed to hold it until we got home. I held it while I got inside the house. I held it while I ran to the restroom. I held it all the way up until I’d lifted the lid and seat of the toilet and started to unzip my pants. Then, all of it came out right there. I cried so hard then, I’d been so close to making it and I’d had an accident anyway. It barely registered that the awful pain in my back had drained away when my bladder had. I was too upset. My Mom found me crying. I was scared I was gonna be in trouble for peeing on the floor, but I wasn’t. She asked me what had happened, and I explained that we had a substitute and I’d asked her over and over again all day to go pee and she wouldn’t let me— Not even during lunch or recess. I told her it hurt SO much and that it had made my back hurt and made me feel like I was going to throw up, and I really HAD tried my best to hold it. She WAS mad then, but not at me. I don’t really know what all happened after that, I know she was on the phone with a lot of people and that that substitute never came back. Throughout elementary and middle school, I could relieve my bladder in a stall provided the room was empty. So, I’d always go during class. This DID mean that I’d have to wait until a teacher gave me permission, but it wasn’t too bad. Then, when I was in high school, the stalls and dividers were removed from the bathrooms at school to prevent smoking. This didn’t work, since people just smoked outside in between the buildings instead. The only thing they actually accomplished was making kids uncomfortable at school in a futile attempt to inconvenience a handful of troublemakers. Parents were unhappy, and the doors were returned, but only to the girls’ rooms. I now could not go at school at all. Even trying to go during class when the rooms were more likely to be empty made me too nervous. Without something I could lock for protection, I felt anxious and vulnerable and could do nothing but continue holding it. It got rough, to say the least. Between the long days at school and the long rides to and from, I would be needing to spend at least eleven hours without a pee break. I am sure my grades suffered from an inability to concentrate on anything other than my own discomfort. I started to take precautions. I limited how much I had to drink no matter how thirsty I felt. I’d wait until the last minute to pee before I left so my bladder would be as empty as possible for the day ahead. Still, desperation was pretty much a daily occurrence. I’d spend the last several classes unable to concentrate and just wishing time would speed up, then suffer the ride home trying to ignore how much each bump in the road shook my bladder. I think the worst incident was on this day we had some test for gym. We were instructed to drink a minimum amount of water beforehand. So, that meant my usual strategy of restricting fluid intake at school in the hopes of it being more manageable went out the window. I had gym before lunch, and that extra bit of water put me over the edge. By mid afternoon, I was in agony, and doing everything I could to not let anyone notice how desperate I was. That's the worst part to me, fidgeting around does nothing but let everyone around me know that I'm bursting. I was already bullied a lot, being trans in the South is no fun a lot of the time! While I was grateful to be able to take hormone blockers back then to keep my chest and hips from mutating in ways I’d hate, they also kept me small, and being small made me an easy target. Add onto that the fact I spent every day doing very obvious pee-dances and I wasn’t the most respected person at school. I tried to go at each break that day, to no avail. I tried to go in the middle of one class since I thought that maybe if the room and the surrounding halls were empty, I'd be able to relax easier. That didn't work either, because I continued to worry that someone would come in. You'd think that with how hard it is to keep still when you need to go, it would be easy to let it out once you stop moving around, but no. Instead, all I'd get is an increase in the pressure and an urge to START squirming again. It is ridiculously frustrating to be standing in front of a toilet, desperately shifting from foot to foot, and still not peeing a drop. I felt too vulnerable without a barrier between me and any other potential people. I made it to the end of the day, and made one final attempt to get something out. I even begged to be allowed to use the toilet in the nurse’s office. All I wanted was a door with a lock so I could feel safe enough to pee. But I was told I couldn’t go in there unless I was sick or had a doctor’s note. I remember telling her it was an emergency and I couldn’t go if there wasn’t a door, but she was unsympathetic and said something about school policy needing to be followed. So, I tried again to use one of the exposed toilets, but nothing would come out, and I didn’t want to miss the bus. I sat in the furthest back corner of the bus so that it would be less likely anyone would notice how twisted up I was. I stared out the window, counting down the streets left until I'd be home and finally be able to relieve myself. Partway through the ride, I had to start holding myself, and kept looking up in paranoia of someone looking my way and seeing where my hand was. I was sure someone must have noticed and I could feel my face burning. The ride seemed to last an eternity, but finally it was over and my stop had been reached. Thankfully, the stop was very close to my house, but having to stand up and walk off the bus after spending so much time doubled over made it feel like I was about to split open. After the bus had left, my hands immediately went back between my legs. It was murder getting up the stairs to the front door, and I felt myself start to dribble as I unlocked it and rushed in. I was always home alone after school, so the instant the door was shut, I was already tearing at my belt while rushing to the restroom. I'd learned from experience that if I didn't get it apart right away, I'd leak in earnest once I saw the toilet. I was unzipping before I got to the restroom, and was peeing the second I had my STP lined up. By that point, I’d stopped using the medicine spoon and had gotten a prosthetic that resembled a cis man’s penis and— thank goodness— had a very wide and fast flowing funnel that was very challenging to overflow. Finally I could relax and let it all out. It was pure bliss, it nearly felt good enough that it made up for all the pain I'd endured leading up to it. I was eventually freed from the no-door issue at school when my mom quit her job to take care of my grandparents. After a couple weeks she asked me why every day when I came home I ran into the restroom like I was being chased by a serial killer. I explained the situation at school and how my body had reacted to it. After trying and failing to convince the school to accommodate my needs, my parents decided to let me finish high school at home instead and joined some homeschooling groups. After I was removed from my school, I no longer had to spend each day out of my mind with desperation. I could pee whenever the need arose and didn’t have to leave it until it went well past the point of pain. However, I realized I was missing one aspect; How incredible it felt to finally let it out after hours of agony. So, some days I would tell myself to wait a bit longer so it would feel better when I went. I didn’t recognize that this new thing I was doing was sexual for a while, and when I did figure that out I felt a bit ashamed, and a lot confused. I was literally fetishizing a medical condition of mine that had brought me countless hours worth of pain and suffering throughout my life. How could even a small feature of something that had done so much harm to me tie its way into my sexuality? I didn’t understand it. I still don’t, really. Maybe my mind is just trying very hard to make the best of a bad situation that I’ve found myself stuck with? I don’t know. But, since I felt so ashamed and confused at myself when I finally realized what I’d actually been doing, I stopped for a while. I ignored the weird urges I got to hold to my limit when I was at home. I tried not to feel any sort of pride in being able to pee for such long periods of time. I tried not to be interested when someone else appeared desperate. It took a while, but I eventually realized I wasn’t actually hurting anything by having this interest. Even if I couldn’t understand WHY I’d derive pleasure from one of the things that had brought me so much pain, it wasn’t worth beating myself up over. When I was eighteen, I got my first job. It was a crappy place to work, like most people’s first jobs are. A fast food place where I was constantly, constantly on my feet and running around. It was rare that there would be enough of a lull that I could try to take a pee break… Except, then my shy bladder would freeze up once I was in front of the toilet. Somehow, I’d go from feeling on the very precipice of soaking myself to feeling like I couldn’t pee even if someone offered me a million dollars. The worst part was, I didn’t have much time to just stand there and hope that my bladder would decide to comply with my wishes. I had to get back to work right away, so after only a minute or two, I’d have to zip back up, completely unrelieved and full to bursting. Then, I’d be washing my hands at the sink, shifting from foot to foot as the sound and the sensation of the water on my skin sent my need into overdrive… Even though I SHOULD have peed just a few seconds ago. I started using up my lunch break just to walk a few blocks to a store that was super quiet, much less busy, and had a single-use toilet in the back corner. This felt private and secure enough to me, so I’d actually be able to go. Then, I’d have to walk all the way back, and rarely would I be able to do all that quickly enough to actually have time to eat something. But, hunger was easier to manage than constantly feeling the threatening trembles from my bladder, struggling to hold back a huge flood while I ran around and tried to deal with customers. Once, though, somebody didn’t show up to work, or call ahead. So, I ended up having to work their shift. I hadn’t known this would happen until it was about time for me to leave. I was already very eager to get home that day, I was extremely hungry and the pee I’d taken at mid-day had been hours ago so my bladder was thoroughly refilled. I had been thinking I might have to stop at that store a second time on my walk home, because I seriously needed to go. Then, I found out I wouldn’t be leaving for another four hours. I mean, I needed the money because I had to help my parents pay for my upcoming phalloplasty, and I was the only person they had on hand to fill in. I was scared, perhaps unreasonably, that if I said I couldn’t, I would lose my job. And, if I lost my job, that would mean no phalloplasty, and I couldn’t handle that. So, I said it was fine, even though the pangs in my midsection were furiously reminding me of exactly how NOT-fine it was. I tried to think about other things. Except, the other thing about this job was that, even if you were constantly doing something, those things were pretty monotonous. Stuff like laying food out on a tray to put into the freezer over and over and over again. You kind of get stuck in your own head while doing something so robotic, and all my head was filled with at that time was a constant drone of “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” I tried to imagine myself somewhere else, doing something fun. But what I kept imagining was standing at a toilet and releasing the tsunami I was keeping at bay. I tried thinking about movies, books and games I liked, but that made me think of being at home, where I could PEE. I could not keep a single thought in my mind that didn’t involve how badly I had to go. Whenever somebody came back into the kitchen where I was working, it was so hard to stand in a way that looked normal and didn’t put any extra pressure onto my poor bladder. Whenever I went into the freezer to place one of the trays, or grab a new box of something, I’d take advantage of the privacy this gave to hold myself for a few seconds. The relief this granted didn’t last that long, especially if I needed to pick up one of the heavy boxes and carry it back into the kitchen. Holding that alongside my overfilled bladder was no easy task. Then, since I’d given in and held myself like that, I’d have to wash my hands again to handle the food, enduring the torture of the running water. I don’t think I ever went longer than thirty seconds without checking the clock that night. I was literally counting down the minutes until I could leave and wracking my brain to remember what time the smaller store I could pee at closed. If it was closed by the time I got to it, I was sure I’d have an accident before I got home. When things were calmer for a few minutes, I dashed to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. I yanked my zip down and begged my body to please, please just relax and make it all stop. But, it didn’t. I rubbed below my navel, trying to force even just a few spurts out, but all this did was cause pain, not a stream. I had to give up. I had to get back to work. At one point when I was bringing trays to customers, I was stopped by one who said their order was wrong and started laying into me about it. I was not the one who had taken her order, I didn’t even know what it was, and I could barely even focus on the words that were coming out of her mouth. I was so lost in my own desperation that I didn’t realize she’d stopped talking for several seconds, and this made her angrier. She asked what was wrong with me, and for a second I thought she could tell I was carrying what felt like an olympic swimming pool’s worth of fluid in my bladder. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out I had to go. Much to my embarrassment, I could not unstick my legs from one another very much and had been taking tiny, contorted steps. I brought her to the cashier who had taken her order. This wasn’t really what I was SUPPOSED to do, if a customer came to you with a problem, you were supposed to deal with it, but I didn’t trust myself to be able to even string a sentence together at that point. Once I’d brought her to the cashier, I drug myself back to the toilet, thinking that it had to work now. How could I have THIS much in me and not be able to get it out? I unzipped once more, rubbing in my bladder area again. I held my breath. I counted to one hundred. This torment was something that was both emotionally draining and physically taxing. Nothing came out and I swear I was blinking back tears. The customer was chewing out the cashier now, quite loudly. It set me so on edge that I just couldn’t pee. But, I couldn’t NOT pee. If I didn’t get something out, I was going to go crazy. But, I had to go back to work. I think after that second attempt to relieve myself, there were about thirty minutes left until I could leave. I remember telling myself over and over that I could make that. I HAD to make it. Obviously if I couldn’t go when I was at the toilet and doing everything I could think of to make myself pee, then I wouldn’t be able to have an accident, right? I spent the remainder of the time back in the kitchen, filling out another tray. I worked much slower than I usually did, because I didn’t want to have to walk back and forth to the freezer. Walking had become increasingly difficult. I was hunched over the tray, my legs wound around one another, fighting with every fibre of my being not to grab myself at each pulse I felt ricochet through my overstretched bladder. Finally, it was over. I could leave. When I tried to stand up from my hunched position a bolt of urgent need shot through me. I couldn’t stand up straight, I just hoped no one figured out why. I hoped they’d just figure I was really tired or something. I somehow found the strength to stumble back into the freezer to put the tray up. I paused just before I left and briefly considered trying to pee there one more time, but I knew now it would never work. All I could do was hope that the store was open. I wanted to break into a run the instant I was outside, but knew that would be a bad idea. I couldn’t even manage to walk that fast and had to stop completely ever so often to (literally) get a hold of myself. It was dark out by then, so I doubt if anybody was around they saw what I was doing, but I was still so embarrassed to be clutching at myself like a little kid in public. I didn’t even notice it happening, but the next time I stopped to grab myself there was a little dampness at my crotch. I must have leaked, but been so desperate I didn’t even feel it coming out. As I walked, my hand kept snaking down between my legs. At last, the store was in view, and the lights were on. It was open. I was gonna make it. I’d be peeing in just a couple more minutes. I was gonna make it. I dragged my hand from between my legs before I went in, wincing at the increase in pressure that caused. I got inside, and stumbled my way to the restroom. I locked the door and faced away from the toilet while I got my zipper down. I knew if I looked at it, I’d start peeing even though my clothes were still up. At last, freed from the confines of my pants, freed from the lack of privacy and loud noises of my place of work, I could go. Now that I no longer felt anxious, the flood was instant, I didn’t need to do anything to coax myself into going, it happened perfectly automatically. To say I felt better would be a massive understatement, I probably would have been moaning if it weren’t for the one employee I knew was in the other room. I held that back, but didn’t have to hold back anything else anymore, I could pee and that was the most amazing feeling to me. I don’t know how long I was peeing for, it was quite a while, and I kind of wished this incredible feeling would never stop. Eventually, though, I did finish. I zipped up, noting that I was a bit tender in my middle now. I was glad I didn’t have to go to work the next day, my bladder probably needed time to recover from all that. Instances like this were a constant occurrence in my life, being desperate to pee and unable to get it to come out was just part of what it meant to be alive.

I decided that I was going to wet myself while out on a hike. Now, a little backstory on this, I was holding and the pair of pants I was wearing turned out to be super water (pee) resistant. I had wet myself completely and there was no evidence on the pants at all. That is when I got the idea to see if I could pee myself on a hike. It was early on a Saturday morning, I got out of bed and took my morning pee. I put on the newly found water repellent pants. I went out for breakfast, had a coffee and then headed home for a little bit. When I got home, I had another cup of coffee. I got my hiking shoes on and grabbed 2 750ml bottles of water. I headed to the trails that I knew would be quiet when I got there but get busy as the morning rolled on. I drank the one 750ml bottle on the way to the trails and saved the other one to drink as I walked. I showed up to the trails and there was only one other car in the parking lot. "Score" I thought to myself, this should be easy. I started walking, already feeling pretty full from the first bottle and the 2 cups of coffee. But hey, I wanted to see how far I could walk before really really needing to pee. I got to the turn around point and still hadn't gone pee yet. "That is no good" I thought to myself. I found a nice loop trail that took me around a nice waterfall and back to the turn around point. As I passed the waterfall, the urge to pee really hit me, don't forget, I had the 2nd 750ml bottle of water that was now empty. I felt a massive urge to pee, so I tried to let some out as I walked but found that since this was the first time wetting while hiking, it was super hard to do. So I stopped, and relaxed a bit to encourage the pee to flow, I started peeing a little and started walking. I peed a little bit, but the walking still made it hard so I stopped peeing, not willing mind you. I pushed the pee out as I walked along, and found I could pee for about 6 or 7 steps before my body shut it down. I kept pushing and peeing as I walked, and at one point I had several people walk past me, none the wiser. I ended up finding a seldom used side trail, stopped and peed, completely emptying my bladder into my underwear, socks, and sneakers. I then proceeded to finish the rest of the hike, soaked in pee, and no one else knew! This will happen again!

Wet in blue yet again View File Today I bought some new blue boxer shorts and couldn't wait to try them on when I got home. Unfortunately I forgot how badly I needed to wee. I never learn, do I? Submitter Adrian6970wc Submitted 04/13/2022 Category Male  

This morning I decided to try some yoga again, which I’m new to. I put on the pair of panties I wore yesterday, some blue and white striped cotton briefs, and realized I could pee in them first, and then enjoy my yoga workout while wet. so I did. I peed my panties and browsed around on here before completing my yoga workout, making sure to drink lots of water. then I went back to the bathroom, pissed my panties again, masturbated for a bit, passed them a third time, and came in my panties to finish it off. Videos are below. 3CFDD5A2-9FA2-44E7-8C0A-FA19C414EC88.MOV

I recently discovered a new hobby: peeing in sync to music videos I so far tried to do this for the song Try by Pink. Peeing is mostly during the three choruses (i.e. starting at about 45 seconds). It was a lot of fun to create these videos, and maybe you enjoy the videos, too. https://www.erome.com/a/wUQxY27C

"Oh dear..." Kira muttered to himself. He was eyeing the restroom, which had a long line of people, some of which being his colleagues, as the employee restroom was out of order. Kira had been holding his three mugs of coffee for a little over an hour now, and, being who he was, he absolutely refused to use the restroom unless it was completely empty, and so, he continued his work. A while later Kira felt his bladder grow heavier as his need began taking control. Shifting his weight, he tried to think of anything besides how full he was, but this proved to be difficult as his bladder protested the wait. Kira gritted his teeth and subtly pressed his legs together, resting his hands over his thighs. He looked toward the line and cringed. He would have to wait longer. flustered, Kira ducked into an isle away from cameras and customers and squeezed his groin, whimpering softly as the pressure grew sharp and more persistent. "Mr. Kira, are you alright?" a kind voice from behind him caused him to freeze. He gulped and removed his hands from between his legs, his bladder aching and swelling as he strained himself to keep control. He turned to face a familiar coworker and squeaked out a pathetic response. "I'm f-fine." Kira began to tremble, his bladder on the verge of leaking. "Are you sure...because, well..." His coworker sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck, "You kind of looked like you-uh...really needed a restroom. "I'm sorry-" the words shot from Kira's mouth as he registered the embarrassment of the situation, his face growing hot and tears pooling in his eyes. Feeling he was close to loosing it, he returned his hands between his thighs to hold, avoiding eye contact with his coworker, who looked at him sympathetically, before putting an arm around him and guiding him to the employee restrooms, despite them being out of order. Kira was ever so close to bursting, urine beginning to spurt into his boxers every now and then. He felt as if his bladder would pop if he held on much longer, that is, if his muscles didn't give out to exhaustion. He communicated this to his coworker with a strained, pleading groan and three shuddering words, "It really hurts!" The two picked up the pace. "We're almost there, can you hold it just a little longer?" his coworker asked as they made their way through the restroom door. Kira felt twinges of pain in his kidneys. "Oohh g-god, no! I c-c-can't!" Kira yelped, the sight of impending relief causing his bladder to lurch and throb. He gritted his teeth and whimpered pathetically, than froze as he felt a pair of hands undoing his pants, and soon enough, fingers pinching his tip tightly as it dribbled. His coworker was holding his manhood to aid him! Kira's face flushed. "I uh...I can stop if this is uncomfortable..." His coworker gulped, seeming to be shaken up by his own actions. "Shit, I don't care! J-just...The urinal, please...Please, please take me there...It hurts so bad!" Tears trailed down Kira's cheeks, and without another word, he found himself being positioned in front of the urinal before finally letting go, the liquid urgently hitting the porcelain and splattering back his way. He failed to bite back a moan as the sensations of relief filled his body. His coworker, who had turned away, washed his hands in silence, wondering why this was arousing him. This wouldn't last long however, as Kira's nails began to grow unbearably long and the urge to kill was not an easy thing to suppress.

For some reason, no particular reason, I haven't had a pair of blue jeans since my early 20s. Black jeans, yes, but blue, no. For several years I have seen video after video of blue jeans turning a much darker blue, as rivers of pee snake down from the crotch ... but I have never quite got the fascination so many omo lovers have for peeing in blue jeans. Until today. My beautiful wife recently bought me a pair because she likes how they look and today I had the house to myself and the chance to see what all the fuss is about. And I get it. I love the way the denim soaks up so much, adding weight to the beautiful warmth and wetness. I love the way the trail of wetness is so obviously visible. I could have stayed in those jeans for ages, soaking up the sensation but unfortunately the window of opportunity was not long. One thing's for sure: this won't be my last time in wet blue jeans. MOV_0248~2.mp4

After taking that super long pee and holding it for hours. I had to go again and need to go bad again. PXL_20220501_195713227 (video-converter.com).mp4

I drank two cups of hot tea and water before going to work. I had to pee super bad after holding it for a few hours at work. PXL_20220501_164408122 (video-converter.com).mp4

Sorry about any canon inconsistencies. I was too tired to look into them when I wrote this. Toyohiro was beyond stressed. a crowd of curious people had formed around his tower as if he was some sort of freak or art exhibit. Normally. he wouldn't care too much and just ignore them, but he was having one of those days. He was highly irritable and just wanted to be left alone. Eventually, the crowd struck a nerve with him and he told them to leave. although a bit rudely, telling them to, "fuck off," because he was tired and wanted to rest. Nobody listened to him. some even laughed. Enraged, he tried to scare the people off by yelling and throwing things at them, but it only seemed to amuse them further. The frustrating part was that, unlike stand users, he couldn't;'t attack them. Eventually, he gave up and decided to fake sleep, hoping they'd go away. Time passed and people had come and gone, but still a crowd. Not Toyohiro was nervous. He hated to admit it to himself, but he really had to pee, and with all these people around, including children, if he were to just whip it out and go, he could get into some serious trouble, nevermind the though of someone seeing or possibly even photographing his dick. He shook his head at the thought and continued to silently pray that they would leave. Oddly enough, all the eyes on him made his bladder ache with need. The fact that he was unable to relieve himself was only making his need more powerful. Toyohiro growled to himself as the weight in his abdomen increased. He was filling. his tiny muscles fought against the liquid pressure as the urine urged itself to be let out. He sat still, unable to to anything else but grip the tower and tremble. Eventually, his bladder was swollen, and the fullness was visible through his clothing. Toyohiro groaned and crossed his legs. It was getting hard to hold and it was beginning to hurt. People had begun to take pictures. He would never live it down if a photo of him urinating all over himself started circling around. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and he bit his lip to keep them held back. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He was grateful that they couldn't hear his whimpers and sniffles. Desperation catching up to him, he threw his hands between his legs to help hold it in, shame burning his face. The crowd was starting to catch on to his need now, with some people feeling bad and leaving while others began recording or mocking him. Ugh. This was why he hated people so much. Toyohiro shouted curses at them and felt himself starting to cry. He couldn't help it. This really sucked. It seemed like there was only one way out, and it was even worse than things already were. He gulped and pulled his knees up to his chest, burrying his face in them. This was it. He wasn't able to hold it much longer. Toyohiro began to shake violently, pain stinging his abdomen. His bladder was huge and strained inside him, the muscles holding the weight of the fluid ready to give out. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the inevitable, and sure enough, after a desperate yelp, piss burst from him with an urgent force he was unable to stop. He could feel his bladder shrinking and let out quiet moans of relief. Letting it out felt so good. His clothes soaked and urine began raining down on the crowd, which had errupted wit chatter and other commotion that Toyohiro was too distressed to distinguish. He began sobbing into his knees. Suddenly, the crowd dispersed, people leaving the site, and looking up, Toyohiro noticed a police officer shooing them away form the area. As relieving as this was, he was scared as well. Was he going to be in trouble? Once the crowd was gone, he saw something weird happen. The officers body began to change. That's when it hit him. This was the alien he'd met a while back. Mikitaka. The pale figure approached cautiously. Toyohiro ducked his face back into his knees. "It is alright...It was nothin you could help. you did no wrong." the alien spoke softly, "Please do not feel ashamed," "I..." Toyohiro sniffled. When he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he lost it. He broke down in humiliated sobs and latched onto them, burrying his face in their chest. Mikitaka just help him and let him cry as much as he needed.

figured it's about time I posted on here. I've been wetting a pull-up for a few hours after work and it finally leaked. Not that I minded I finally mustered up the courage to share this with you guys. Let me know what you think. Edit: added an aftermath photo. YouCut_20220506_210325610.mp4

pajamas View File Had to soak my feet after...let's just say a very rough morning. Only problem was, I really had to take a leak. So, I figured that before I go ahead and dump the dirty water in the bathroom sink and head off to the laundromat, I give one more good use for the setup I have here. (apologies if it's a bit hard to see, I'm wearing dark clothing) Submitter DarkPhantom Submitted 05/06/2022 Category Male  

Would love to do this together with you! Write me. WIN_20220313_10_17_52_Pro.mp4