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Some of you know already that I have a thing about sports shorts. I just love to pee in them. There's nothing better than the feel of warm pee soaking my shorts, running down my legs and soaking my socks. Here are two recent photos when I did not go to the bathroom in my house and instead went to the bathroom in my shorts.

http://mmmdiapers.com/wp/2013/02/predicament-aiden-wets-his-pants-pt-1 VERY hot man named Aiden is forced to hold his pee in class, then after much complaining to the instructor, the teacher makes him write standards on the chalk board. Aiden can no longer hold on and completely wets his jeans. He is so embarrassed. The teacher then takes him to another room and prepared to diaper him, since he can’t act like a big man and hold his urine without wetting his pants. (click the link to purchase this VERY hot video)

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

The lodger When I was at university my parents had a house guest come to live for a while. He was a friend of my dad’s brother who lived in London. The guy was in his late thirties, he had scoliosis and he was a London taxi driver! He hated London and wanted to try start a fresh life in Scotland and my parents wanted to give him a chance to earn money so he could then rent a house. He worked a lot but when around he seemed pretty friendly, relaxed and funny. One Friday I was home as I had no lectures that day so I had come home for a long weekend. By now only my younger brother still lived at home full time though my sister came home at weekends too. Phil (the lodger) was happy to help everyone out, especially as my parents had no car, so this morning he had given my brother a lift to school while I was still in bed. The first I heard was when he came back into the house about 9:15 and I heard him chap on the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom and it was clearly in use. Next thing I knew Phil chapped my own bedroom door and after a quick ‘come in’ he walked in quickly and without even bothering with the fact I was still in bed he asked me if I knew who was in the bathroom. I had no idea but guessed it could be my mum who often had a bath after we all left for school. Phil walked over to my window, opened my curtains a bit as if wanting to look out then turned and looked at me. I could see he seemed a bit sweaty, agitated and he had his legs crossed. He obviously wanted to use the bathroom but I wasn’t sure if he needed to empty his bladder or bowels or both. He moaned and said he had to piss pretty bad and could he wait in my room as he didn’t want anyone else to see. I sat up in bed and assured him that was fine and suggested he close the door as the bathroom was next door and he would hear when my mum (or whoever was in) would be out. I told him I had just woken up and needed to pee myself so I too hoped the loo would be free soon. Phil looked back out of my window having heard this and proceeded to bounce on the back of his feet. He then put one leg behind him and rocked back and forth. He was essentially pee dancing in my room right in front of me openly really needing a pee (as was I by now) and I was mesmerised by him. He wasn’t shy in any way and as he had quite significant scoliosis I was aware that he had an oxygen machine for through the night. As both my sister and I were home for the weekend he was sleeping in the lounge. He started telling me how he had woken up with such a dry mouth from the oxygen mask that he made himself a coffee. As he was about to go do his first morning piss he found my sister in the shower so he had to wait. He then had a second coffee which my mum made him with some toast. He has still not had a pee yet. He was about to go when my dad asked if he would drive my brother to school since he was running late. He figured it was a five minute drive there and five minutes back so he would hold and pee the minute he got back and the morning bathroom rush was over. As he has said all this he continued jigging around looking out the window, now with one hand also in his pocket. Watching him and hearing all this was arousing me so badly. Combined with my own growing need to empty my own bladder it felt like my whole body was on fire. It’s one of the only times I can actually recall being so horny I was dying to masterbate in front of someone! Of course I couldn’t but my breasts were so tingly and tender and my nipples erect and hard. My vaginal lips had swollen and parted and my urethra was thumping against my cotton knickers. I only had a cotton nighty on and I was acutely aware of how my hard nipples were obvious through the nighty, though Phil seemed far too engrossed in his own battle to notice. I still had my duvet on so I slipped my hand under the duvet, under my night clothes and gave myself a rub through my knickers. That sent waves right through me of intense need and desire. I was actually more bursting to wee than I had realised! I quickly threw the duvet off my legs, swung them round to the side of the bed and crossed my legs tight. Phil was now pacing my room. ‘Fuck sake I need a piss!’ He was muttering. ‘Me too!’ I said. He came and sat on my bed beside me, undid the belt on his jeans and his fly and used his hand to hold his penis through this boxers. I could see he was anything but flaccid down there as he rocked back and forth moaning. ‘I’d nip to the supermarket if I thought I could wait. But fuck I’d piss myself before I got there. How much longer can she bath for? I really need to go!’ ‘Me too’ was all I could muster as the sight of him in that state was causing mucus to seep into my knickers which made my need to pee 100 times worse. With my legs scissoring in and out revealing my light pink cotton knickers on show and one hand stroking myself I wondered how both of us would manage to walk to the loo when whoever was in finally left. Still holding his penis through his boxers, with his jeans fly open and his belt undone Phil stood and walked back over to the window again. The garden was over looked on both sides but here he was now asking if I thought he could piss in our garden because he HAD to go. I said my mum surely had to be out soon and he ran the risk of being seen. He moaned loudly and he was starting to get very stressed and angry now. ‘For god’s sake this is fucking crazy! How bloody long does it take for a fucking bath? I fucking need to piss.’ He was jumping about like a little kid, stroking himself in a last ditch effort to keep his bladder from bursting. ‘Have you got a jug Mary? A bucket? Anything? Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, grrrrrrrr, I’m gonna fucking piss myself any second.’ Except I couldn’t get him anything. I couldn’t move. If I stood up I would flood my floor without a doubt. My pants were noticeably wet now and so full of mucus. It was oozing out of my open pussy as I shook with such an intensity of urgent need to piss and being on the verge of an orgasm. And right at that very moment we both heard the bathroom door unlock, the door open and someone walk to a neighbouring bedroom. With his jeans held up with one hand and the other grasping at his penis through his damp boxers Phil ran to that bathroom with me right behind him one hand now inside my knickers with two fingers inside myself holding back my flow. Phil had no hands left to close the door so without him realising I ran in right behind him and while he slide his dripping half erect member out the leg hole of his boxers and let rip a hugely long, satisfying and loud pee I had jumped into the bath, closed the shower curtain, removed my wet pants and I crouched down and pissed in the bath a long, orgasmic and wonderfully relieving pee myself. As Phil moaned I had to hold back my own moans as I wasn’t sure he knew where I was. If he did he never said as after he had finished pissing, he pulled his jeans up, fastened his belt, flushed, washed his hands and left. Meanwhile I finished my pee, brought myself to climax then had a shower. Neither of us spoke about that morning ever again.

Hello everyone ! Its been a very long time since I have posted on the here. I frequent the website quite a bit, but never seemed inspired to make any more posts. I am not sure what has sparked my interest to post again but I am feeling very inspired. This experience I’m going to share with your guys today is something that happened to me recently, whenever my work had conducted a series of random drugs test to insure our employee were not doing any illegal drugs. I hope you guys enjoy this experience as much as I did and please leave recommendations for more scenarios or experiences you may want to hear about. To begin, I work in a corporate office and they conduct drug tests fairly frequently to insure that all of the employees are adhering to the strict policies/ rules that our company has. As with any random drug test, of course you will not be notified prior to the test so you do not have time to detox yourself or make arrangements to collect someone else’s urine or try to “cheat” the system. My work day began as it normally does and nothing seemed out of be ordinary. I had already had my first break and was about and hour away from lunch. I continued to do work and eventually my lunch time came around. At my job I have an hour lunch, so of course I took advantage of the time to leave the office and enjoy lunch my lunch in peace . After having my lunch, I began to walk inside making my way to the restroom as I always doing knowing my next break will not be for another 2-3 hrs. I went to the restroom and returned to my desk. When approaching my desk my supervisor came over to my desk with a box... and it was the drug test. Seeing the box made my stomach drop... not because I thought I was gonna fail ,because I have never done drugs never have never will ,but because I had just peed. He handed me the box and said that I was to go to the local walk in clinic to complete the test. Knowing that I had just peed before returning to my desk, I decided before I went to the clinic I would stop by a near by gas station and get a big 32 oz cup of water with no ice. I had got the water and began to sip on it very quickly as I was headed to the clinic drinking so fast I had the water done by the time I got there which took about 10 mins to arrive . When I arrived at the clinic I began to check in so I could take my test. After checking in the receptionist told me to take a seat in the waiting area and I would be called back soon. I sat in the waiting room for about 20 mins before they called me back. When they called me back I felt the slightest most tiniest need to pee. The nurse went over the rules, filled out the paperwork and gave me the cup and told me to fill to the line. I went into the bathroom took out my penis and began to pee as I was filling the cup I was getting close the line but didn’t feel anymore pee on its way my bladder was empty. I took the cup out and the nurse told me I would have to provide a bigger sample. So I would have to take it again. She mentioned to me that I have 3 hrs to complete the test and if I cannot fill to the line I would fail the test which would result in termination. She told me she will give me 8 oz of water every 20 mins until I have to pee. I began my first cup at 1:00 pm she set a timer and advised she would be back. 20 mins pass and she comes back and ask me if I needed more water and I told her yes as I didn’t not feel any need yet. She filled the cup up and set another timer 1:40 and she returns my need to pee has still barely increased and on a scale of 1-10 I was at a 1 still...she gave me another 8 ounces of water and set another timer to go off at 2:00 pm The nurse came back in and to her surprise I was still not desperate to go, so she filled the cup a 4th time. During this time period I began to feel a slightly increased urge to pee as the water I drank prior plus the water I was drinking now was finally processing. 64 oz later ... When the nurse returned I advised I felt a slight urge to pee but didn’t want to chance giving a sample it at the moment because I wanted to make sure I could pee enough. She filled the cup a 5th time and began to seem amazed that I still did not need to pee. As myself was too as I had drank 64 oz of water and barely felt and urge to pee This is is where things began to get interesting halfway through my 20 min interval my need went from a 3/10 to a 7/10 and I could feel a tingly full sensation in my penis. The water began to hit me all at once. Terrified with how long it was taking me gain an urge to pee/ take the test I wanted to make sure I was urgent enough to fill up the cup as I was getting closer to the time allotted time and I had not peed enough yet. At this point I would have visited the bathroom if I was at home or work. The nurse returned and asked me how I was doing I mentioned to her that I did need to pee now but I wanted to do another 20-25 mins to make sure my sample was enough. The nurses brought me my final cup of water and told me that she would be back in 25 mins and If I needed to go before then just to open the door and holler for her. I took the last drink of water even though my teeth were floating and began my last interval (72 ounces at this point) 5 mins after the nurse left my urge went up to 8/10 my penis began to feel numb and felt like all my urine was right at the tip of my dick. 10 more mins pass and my urge to pee is now a 9/10 I am constantly squirming in my seat and began to spurt from time to time. I tell myself there is only 10 mins left I can do it.... 2 mins pass and I begin to spurt more frequently and I know soon I will lose it all. I hobble over to the door and call for the nurse. She begins to come over to the door and tells me to come over to the sink so I can wash my hands to prepare for the 2nd collection attempt. As soon as the water turned on it was torture to my poor dick that just wanted to release all the pent up piss. As I’m washing my hands I began to spurt a couple more times in my pants. The spot on my underwear at this point had to be he size of a tennis ball. As we were approaching the bathroom to gather my collection a male nurse enters the restroom to pee. My stomach dropped my eyes began to water and my dick began to twitch in desperation. The nurse told me we will have to wait a moment until he is done. The bathroom was in a hallway so while the male nurse was in the bathroom you could hear everything he was doing in there. The male nurse began to urinate very loud into the toilet and you could hear the force of his hot piss hitting the water, the pissing sounds became too much for me and i began to start pinching my dick to avoid leaking hot piss down my leg. The nurse pissed for so long he must have had to go very bad. Finally the nurse exits the bathroom with a very pleased look on his face. Which I knew would be me very very soon. The nurse gave me my cup and told me to go take a sample I ran into the bathroom not even worrying about locking the door because of my sheer desperation. I began to unzip my pants and started to have a tough time unzipping them...of course at this time my zipper would give me problems.... with every effort of unzipping I began to spurt more and more each release feeling more and more orgasmic. Finally after what felt like eons of fondling with my zipper I began to fish out my dick. I began to start pissing full force before my dick was even out of my underwear and I began to fill up my cup. The release was orgasmic and like nothing I had ever experienced before I filled the cup well above the line and pissed for EVER. After releasing the torrent of piss from my bladder. I Inspected my underwear and the whole front of them were wet. I exited the bathroom with a huge look of victory on my face and gave the nurse my collection. She even commented on the size of my collection and said “man you really had to go”! I grinned and said “oh you don’t even know the half of it”and chuckled, I left the office and returned back to work. On the short drive back I began to feel and urge again and realized this would be my reality for the rest of the day . All the water I had drank is finally doing its job after the need for it is gone. This continued the rest of my shift with many frequent trips to the bathroom. This experience was a very exhilarating one for me and I really enjoyed reading about it. I hope you guys enjoy it and please give me feedback or recommendations I really enjoying being very descriptive when it comes to desperation so please let me know how you enjoyed the way I explained my desperation.

Hi guys, I've been on here for a few years now, but never got around to posting any pics of myself, despite enjoying all your posts, so I decided to be naughty. This was actually the first time I wore these pants, I got them delivered that morning and decided to go for it. I felt like about an 8 or so, but I couldn't wait to get going! In the end it was quite a puddle on the floor, so I was probably closer to the end than I thought! I honestly peed with all my strength to put on as good a show as possible, but even after I thought I had finished I was able to do a POV where I added to the puddle quite a bit. Hope you guys all enjoy, any suggestions gratefully received!

Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit

Well folks this is my first wetting video and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. Warning: Partial Nudity Video: bit.ly/1V6qFGv I briefly documented this hold yesterday while I was snowed in. You can read that too if you feel so inclined. https://omorashi.org/topic/29833-a-desperate-snow-day/

I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh