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I wrote another oneshot involving Jamie and Matthew. If you want to, you can read my other oneshot involving these characters. This story refers to that one, but you don't necessarily have to read it. Again, I want to say that English isn't my first language, even though people told me it's fine. It just irks me that I sometimes can't use the best words or that I'm not always sure of the grammar. Anyways, enjoy! ^_^ Jamie was walking to his friend’s house in his swimming shorts. Matthew had invited him to come over to swim in their brand new pool and of course Jamie agreed. It had been hot all week and he did not have a pool at home. The public pool was crowded by thirteen years old boys and their giggling girlfriends. Jamie would rather not get involved with them. When he rang the doorbell he was surprised to see Matt’s mom. “Oh hi miss Anderson!” “Hi Jamie! Matthew is already in the pool. Wait, I’ll get you some ice cream.” Matt’s mom came back with two Magnum ice creams. “There you go. The pool is continually filtered, so don’t trip over the filter. There’s also a dispenser for the chlorine floating around, please watch out for that one and be careful not to throw it out of the water. Don’t jump or dive into the pool, that’s dangerous because the pool is not very deep.” “Yeah, of course I’ll be careful, don’t worry miss Anderson.” Jamie liked Matt, but his mom was so overprotective. Very annoying. “Oh and just so you know, there’s a chemical in the water that will turn the water purple when you pee in it.” “Eh okay. I’ll go now. Bye!” Jamie walked through the garden doors to the pool. Damn. Now he had to get out of the pool just for peeing. He was used to just letting go in the pool. “Hey Matt, I got ice cream!” “Oh you saw my mom? She probably told you all about the pool, huh?” “Yeah. Don’t jump or dive, and watch out for stuff floating around.” “She instructed you very well. Come on, get in the pool!” Jamie made it into the pool without jumping or diving. The water was a bit cold, but nice compared to the hot summer sun burning on his skin. He immediately felt the urge to let loose, but he ignored it. He didn’t want a big purple cloud giving away what he had done in his friend’s pool. Matthew’s mom came often outside to give the boys some food or drinks so they won’t dehydrate in the hot sun. After an hour they settled down on the grass. Jamie’s urge to go to the bathroom became bigger thanks to all the drinks. But he wasn’t going to tell Matthew, even though he knew he should. He remembered last month’s event, he had almost pissed himself at the beach. That was another reason why he wanted to pee in the pool, he had really enjoyed sitting in his pee and he hadn’t had a chance to relive that moment. Thinking about it made things worse, and soon enough he felt a small spurt running over his inner thigh. He looked at his friend who was laying down on his back with his sunglasses on. Jamie wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not, so he didn’t dare to put a hand between his legs, which resulted in more pee flowing over his leg. Jamie was now sure he wasn’t able to hold it for long. He just hoped his friend was asleep or couldn’t see anything from there. He slowly relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to let go in the grass. The warmness spread itself all over his shorts, it was a nice feeling. His hand went to his lap and he felt the warm liquid run over his fingers. It felt very comfortable. When he was done he sat in a big patch of wet grass. He wasn’t sure if it was very noticeable, since the grass could also be wet from his swimming shorts. He moved a bit away from the patch. It was very big, too big to be from his shorts. He hoped Matt wouldn’t notice it. “Hey wake up, let’s get into the pool again.” He shook Matt to wake him up. “I wasn’t even sleeping, I was relaxing. You were very quiet.” “Yeah, because I thought you were sleeping. Now come on, I’m getting very hot.” Jamie climbed into the pool again and Matthew followed him. They started to play a game where they just swam in circles so there would arise a tornado. After a while they would stop swimming and just let themselves be carried by the water. It resulted in them almost drowning and giggling like young girls. Matthew’s mom remembered her job as a waitress and kept the drinks and snacks coming. After the fifth glass of juice Jamie felt his bladder screaming again, but he ignored it. How did he have to pee the whole time, but was Matt apparently blessed with a strong bladder? The guy hadn’t even gone inside to pee and showed no signs of being desperate, while he was practically bursting again even though he had pissed on the grass! He casually pressed his hand between his leg while Matt made attempts to start the tornado game again. Jamie joined in, but wasn’t very concentrated since his attention went out to pressing his legs together and focussing on not letting go. Matthew noticed it and he stopped swimming. “Wow, you suck, are you already tired?” Jamie nodded, maybe they would get out of the pool and he could do his business on the grass again. Matt started laughing. “You are just lazy!” He pushed Jamie, who didn’t expect that and fell over. The desperate guy almost lost it, if it weren’t for his hands immediately finding his crotch and pressing down. “What are you doing, this is very awkward you- oh wait, not again.. Jamie if you need to pee you can just tell me okay! I cannot imagine you being shy about something! Come on, just let go!” Jamie was shocked about the fact that his friend just gave him permission to pee in his pool, but he shook his head. “Why not? You’re desperate, I can see it. Don’t worry, I don’t care, this pool has chemicals in it you know.” “I don’t want the water to turn purple, your mom will see.” Jamie’s cheeks had turned a nice shade of red. Matthew raised his eyebrows. “What are you talking- oh come on, you don’t believe that story do you? My mom probably told you?” Jamie nodded. Matthew laughed. “Oh gosh, I didn’t know you were so gullible. There is no chemical in the water that will make it turn purple. Look.” Matthew pointed at the water. “See?” “I don’t see anything.” “Exactly. I’m peeing right now, and there’s no purple.” Jamie didn’t expect his friend to pee next to him, he could feel the warm water flowing past him. He didn’t feel disgusted, he kind of liked it. “Just let go, nothing will happen.” Jamie let go of his crotch and immediately he felt the warm liquid coming out. It made him feel all nice again, it felt even better than the time he went in the sea. This water wasn’t moving, so the warm water didn’t flow away immediately. Jamie enjoyed the moment, just wetting in his swimming shorts and nothing to worry about. He didn’t even notice Matthew looking at him with a smile on his face. When he was done, he let out a sigh of relieve. “Did it feel good?” Jamie nodded. “I thought so. Oh hi mom, ice cream again? Are you trying to make us obese?” Miss Anderson smiled. “I just don’t want you guys to starve okay?” “Hey Jamie, you want to come over tomorrow again?” Jamie nodded, he would definitely like another day of this.

Duke squirmed in his seat as the bell rang. He folded his lips in together as he saw the teacher walk out of the class. He crossed his legs under the desk and took a rather controlled breath. Duke really had to use the toilets but that wasn’t possible, at least not now. Another teacher entered the room and everybody stood up to greet her . Duke although didn’t want to follow the suit, had to force himself to stand up with a bladder dangerously full. The strain he felt when he stood up made him wince in agony. It was a 40 minute long lesson and although he was almost at the limit of his capacity, Duke knew he could hold it till the end if tried hard enough. Wiggling on his seat, he was finding it really hard to concentrate on what was being taught and that was rather unusual for him. Being one of the brightest students of the class , Duke had always been the favorite of his teachers. He loved all his subjects, but Physics was what really got him going. Duke had always been the one to solve problems before anyone else in the class could. His colleagues had always been in awe of his ability to answer questions that weren’t even taught in the class before. He was a genius. Even Duke’s parents were incredibly happy with his performance at school and it would make their chests swell with pride when someone would refer to their son’s academic achievements. In his twelfth grade now, Duke saw a wide spectrum of career possibilities before him but there was one path he found himself stuck at. He wanted to be a Quantum Physicist and he knew he had what it takes to become one. Although he was one of the more handsome guys at school, he had never been with a girl. He always found himself too drowned in his books to take time out for someone else. But it was not like he regretted it, he found it really boring to talk to people anyway. He liked keeping to himself, maybe that was a facet of his introvert personality. 23 minutes more to go, Duke’s bladder was so swollen and full that he wasn’t even able to sit still. He thanked himself that unlike sitting at the first bench like most toppers, he occupied the last one in the row. He looked around, everyone was busy listening to what the teacher was blabbering about .Even he wanted to listen, it was Physics after all ,but he wasn’t even able to think straight needing to pee so much let alone solve algorithms. Duke rested his left hand on his bulging ,throbbing bladder as he took down notes from the other, cursing the school authorities under his breathe, after all it was because of them that he wasn’t getting a chance to pee. His school had a rather strict policy regarding toilets- they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked in the morning before the lectures had started and then again after the school ended. Duke always made sure he used the loos at both the opportunities but today he hadn’t got a chance to relieve himself before the lectures began. He had missed his bus this morning and his dad had dropped him off to school. By the time he got here the toilets were already locked. Duke crossed his legs tighter , his face showed his agony. He shot a look at his wrist watch again, 11 minutes more. He was going out of his mind needing to pee so much. He had been feeling slight twinges his bladder from the time he left home this morning and urge and had increased so much since then. He grabbed his crotch tight, there was no point in waiting anymore, he absolutely had to use the toilets now. “Are you alright?” his bench mate asked ,watching Duke’s bent forward posture and his hand between his legs. “Y-Yes I just really have to go to the bathroom, I will be back in a minute…” he replied as he stood up from his seat. On his trembling legs ,he somehow walked up to the teacher . “M-Miss, may I go to the toilet…? he asked, rubbing his thigh together. “No I can’t let you go in between the lectures…there are only 5 minutes left…can’t you even wait that long? Go back to your seat..” she replied, as she continued scribbling on the board. That was a rather harsh reply from someone who adored Duke for his academic prowess. Miss Patricia was his favorite and he knew she liked him too but why was she acting so tough to him? “P-Please mam…its very urgent…” Duke couldn’t help his voice from shaking. He slightly bobbed on his crossed knees , his exhausted body begging for a positive response. “I said NO Duke…” she turned around to look at him with glaring eyes, he was disturbing her class and she wasn’t liking it one bit. He felt embarrassed to have been refused to use the toilets in front of the whole class. He wished she would’ve understood of his pressing need. With his face bent down he took small painful steps back to his seat not even daring to look his classmates in the eye. “5 more minutes Duke…don’t worry…it’s gonna be fine …you can hold it for 5 more minutes..” he told himself. It was not too long but when you are bursting for the toilets even 5 minutes seem like eternity. He stopped taking notes and focused his entire energy in keeping his pee in. He grabbed his crotch in desperation and waited for the lecture to get over. When the bell finally rang Duke’s face brightened with hope. He was gonna make it! He hurriedly stuffed his note book in his bag , two strapped it on his back and sped out of the class not even bothering to wait for the teacher to make her exit first. He wasn’t in the position to wait for anyone, he seriously had to pee. This was for the first time that Duke hadn’t been able to understand a thing during the Physics lecture. For the entire class, all what he could think about was how much he had to urinate. Taking small baby steps across the hallway filled with a sea of students making their way out of the classes , Duke was stealing himself from grabbing his crotch. Each step sent waves of agony across his swollen bladder. Oh there was so much pressure, he couldn’t wait to let it all out. When he finally reached the toilets at the end of the corridor , his heart sank to see that they were still locked. The peon hadn’t opened them yet. He came so close to loosing control at that very moment but somehow controlled himself. His bus would have left in a few minutes and Duke was standing in front of the boy’s toilet squirming and wincing in pain. He was not in a position to take a 70 minute long ride back home while holding a precariously full bladder. “Why hadn’t they opened the loos yet?” he thought in frustration as he shoved his hands in his crotch. He was about to cry but held back his tears somehow. At least there weren’t any other students to watch him dance in agony. He looked at his wrist watch , it was 4 :16. His bus was to leave in 4 minutes , he had to think of something before it was too late. Duke was literally shaking with the effort to hold his pee. He had never held it this long before , he had to pee so much. He knew it was time and that he had to board his bus or else he was gonna miss it ,again. Duke was sure he won’t be able to make it home without having an accident but there was no other option. He rested a hand on his bloated bladder and made his way to the bus. He was so sure he’d get to pee after the class ended but here he was, about to take a long ride back home while nursing a bladder that had reached its absolute limit. On the bus, Duke carefully chose a front seat and sat down. This would have helped him make a quicker exit when his stop arrived . He crossed his legs and looked out of the window, trying to take his mind off his severe need. His body was vibrating as he fought an intense battle against his bladder. Had he been home , he would have used the loos hours ago. If he’d have been on a road trip with his parents, he’d have asked his dad to stop the car right away so he could take a pee by the roadside. He had never been so desperate in his entire life. He took out his mobile phone from his bag and plugged the earphones to it. He thought if he’d listen to some music maybe it would help him take his mind off his pressing need. 30 minutes into the ride, Duke couldn’t stop fidgeting on his seat. The music wasn’t helping at all. He was really worried now, he didn’t want to wet himself in front of his school mates. He took deeper breathes, trying to calm himself down but it wasn’t helping. Duke was panicking, he was so close. He opened his belt and pulled the waist band of his trousers away from his bladder. This was all he could do to ease the bursting pressure and pain in his bladder. The guy sitting next him noticed what he was doing but chose to ignore. Duke’s body continued to shake as he tried to hold on to his pee. Just then he felt a quick spurt of urine escape into his underwear. He covered his mouth to avoid himself from squealing . He grabbed his crotch with the other hand to maintain control, not bothering about the guy sitting next to him. To his luck there was no visible wet patch on his pants, atleast not yet. He desperately looked out of the window to see how far he was from home .By his calculations ,he knew it would take him roughly around 10 more minutes to get there. 10 minutes was too much for him , but he had hold it. He had thought he would wet himself in the bus but he had somehow managed to cover a major portion of the journey without letting anything out ,except a leak. Duke knew he could do it, he just could not let himself loose control after coming so far. As the bus pulled over at his stop, Duke quickly stood up from his seat to climb out, sending waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder. He was now just a two minute walk away from the toilets at his home. He stepped out of the bus , grabbed his crotch with all his might and walked with rigid steps. He crossed the road without caring about the heavy traffic , he didn’t have much time left time in his hands. Making it to the lobby of his apartment building, Duke prepared himself to climb the stairs to reach his place on the third floor. Duke had always been the one to enthusiastically climb the stairs ,sighting that it was good for their health , when his father would complain about not having an elevator in their building. But today he wished there was an elevator to take him home quicker so he could get to pee as soon as possible. He held the wall for support as he climbed the stairs with staggering steps. The strain it caused his bladder was unbearable but he willed himself to hold on. Duke was so was glad that he was going to make it. He was so sure that he would wet himself in the bus but he was able to suppress his need, he had won. He made it to his floor somehow, his pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably. He didn’t dare remove his hand from his crotch, even the slightest relaxation at this point would have caused him to loose control. Duke pressed the doorbell, expecting his mom to open the door. It was then that he recalled that the door bell was broken. He quickly slid a hand into his pocket and retrieved his phone to dial his mom’s number. “Pick up…pick up… mom …where are you?!” he breathed, gulping a lump in his throat as he continued to slightly bounce on his bent knees. Kathy didn’t pick up.He tried again. His face frowned as another call went by unanswered. He was so close to the toilets and the relief he so desperately wanted but his mom wasn’t opening the door! Duke banged the door in desperation, leaning on to it , he had to pee so much. “Mom! Please open the door!” he wailed. In one last ditch effort he called her again, hoping she would reply and this time, she did. “Hey honey where are you? “ she asked. “Mom! Open the door quick! Please! I have to go to the bathroom!” Duke cried out , his hand shaking as he held the phone to his ear. Kathy was shaken when she heard this. In one quick motion she hung up the call , threw her phone on the bed and ran to open the door. Her son wanted to go the bathroom so badly and it was because of her that he was still standing out. She cursed herself for not being more attentive . She knew the door bell was broken , she shouldn’t have kept her phone on silent. She paced across the hall ,reaching the door and unlocking it the instant she got there, to find Duke standing out ,withering in desperation. She noticed the big wet patch on his crotch. He had been involuntarily letting out small spurts of pee into his underwear while he was waiting for her to unlock the door. Her eyes widened, “I am so sorry honey…” she sighed as Duke rushed past her. He didn’t have any time to listen to his mother ,he had to pee, RIGHT NOW! Duke hobbled across the hall ,grabbing his crotch. He could see the toilets, he was just a few feet away! But the pressure in his bladder had grown too much by then and his deliriously tired body completely gave out. He froze as a hot torrent of urine started soaking his pants and running down his trembling legs. Duke tried to stop the flow but his body refused to obey. He was having an accident. “Oh no….” Kathy sighed as she saw a puddle beneath her son’s feet. As he heard these words from his mother, tears rolled down Duke’s eyes. Kathy knew it was her fault. She knew Duke could have made it to the toilets if she would’ve opened the door even seconds earlier. She felt so guilty, she almost felt like hitting herself. Duke broke into gasping sobs as pee continued to rush out of him. He felt so embarrassed to feel so much urine coming out of him, while he stood in front of his mother. He had fought such a rigorous battle against his need and lost. Kathy covered her mouth in horror as she saw Duke’s puddle expand at an astounding rate. She didn’t want to think about how long he must have been holding it to have an accident so big. After almost three minutes , his stream of pee finally slowed down. He had soaked every inch of his pants below his crotch. Humiliated at his accident, Duke ran and locked himself inside his room, leaving wet foot prints behind. He removed his wet pants to find that his underwear was completely drenched. His tucked in shirt had also absorbed a considerable amount of his urine, he felt so ashamed of himself. He went for a shower , but even all that water wasn’t enough to wash off his disgust. He cried as water poured down his face. Kathy was shocked at the enormous pool of pee that Duke had left on the floor. She couldn’t believe that her son was holding so much. She broke down on the couch behind her, shocked at what she had just witnessed. But she gathered herself quickly , she knew she had to talk to him. It took her a while to clean the floor before she knocked on Duke’s door. “Honey.. can I come in?” Kathy said. Duke opened the door and climbed back on his bed. Kathy noticed that he had changed his clothes. “Are you okay sweetie?” she asked in light tone, holding his knee. “Ya…” he answered looking down to his lap. “I am sorry honey. I know it was my fault…” she said. “It’s okay.. “ he responded , his voice still heavy. Kathy looked at his dull face and asked rather cautiously, “Aren’t you using the loos at school honey?” She knew this was a delicate question, but Duke’s massive accident was really making her worried. “I do whenever I get a chance, but today I couldn’t..” he replied. He broke down in tears as he spoke, there was no confidence left in him. All he wanted to do was hide at some place where no one could find him. He didn’t want to face anyone, not even his mom. “Calm down baby…just breath….” she said, rubbing Duke’s back, “Do you wanna have lunch? I made your favorite…” she smiled, trying to cheer him up. “No…” he answered, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He just couldn’t stop crying. Kathy made sure she sat by his side till he felt any better. She left when he stopped sobbing , she somehow knew he had to sleep. Later that night when Peter came back home from the office, Kathy took him to the kitchen. The frowned look on his wife’s face made him anxious,”What’s the matter is everything okay?” he asked. “Duke wet himself today after he came back from school…” Kathy said “…he was standing out calling on my cell phone and I didn’t see it , he had to pee so badly…he kept calling and by the time I noticed and opened the door , it was too late . He had a huge accident all over the floor…it’s all my fault” she said looking away. Peter was relieved to know nothing drastic had happened in his absence. He held Kathy by her shoulder and said, “It wasn’t your fault honey…it’s okay.” “There was so much urine, I didn’t want to see him like that…” she said, she felt so disturbed. “It’s okay darling… where is he? Is he sleeping?” Peter asked. “Yes maybe, he hasn’t come out since then…” she replied. Duke heard a knock on his door, “May I come in?” Peter asked as he opened it slightly. Duke knew what his father had come to talk about. “Hey champ! Wanna go, catch a movie?” he asked. He didn’t refer to anything what Kathy had told him about, he didn’t want to make the young guy feel any more embarrassed. “No dad I’m fine..” Although Duke initially refused, he eventually gave into his father’s repeated mocking and the three of them went to watch a movie that night. During their entire outing, Duke couldn’t help but think of the accident he had earlier that day. He felt so shaken from within but he knew he had to move on. It took him a while to forget about the incident but it only strengthened him as an individual. From then on he made sure not to drink too much water at school. There were certain instances where he felt desperate to pee but was able to make to a toilet before the matters took a turn for the worse. And as far as dreams are concerned, he did become a Quantum Physicist.

I really had to go while watching breaking bad. Just didn't want to get up so leaked a few times and just decided to let go. The video is too large to add here but let me know if you wanna see it. Don't have a way to compress on my phone at the moment.

I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.

OMG that was orgasmic. I've never burst like that. I legit reached a point where I couldn't hold it and was just wetting uncontrollably! Too large to upload here but I'll post some screenshots, posting the VK link for your enjoyment https://vk.com/id335842433?w=wall335842433_167%2Fall Story time. First thing, Think anyone could tell I was wearing a diaper? My friend didn't seem to notice. Wore a long shirt and made sure not to bend lol. But I was soooo paranoid of the crinkle! So yesterday I wet the bed legitmatly which is like a needle in a haystack for me, I tried the https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxfWFpIvXlE video and it actually worked (third time not the first two). Sadly I woke up right at the end of stream or not long after because I was still warm, I was soooo turned on, had some fun But wish I could sleep through it since its hard to sleep in clammy sheets once the warm bliss goes away. Shout out to @nerdy princess gave me the idea (and thanks a billion for the encouragement and motivation to keep holding) for rapid desperation with her own tantalizing story from Sunday night. I love the idea of no control, it's one of my biggest triggers with this fetish, probably why I like bedwettings so much. But I usually just watch and have only done a regular hold once. I hate it because it can take me 8-12 hrs due/to mental roadblock even while well hydrated lol. I was skeptical about rapid desperation actually working but the method I used was at 4:20 (best time and date ;)) I started drinking 17 oz of water every 15 min like clockwork until 7:30 to leave for Zombieland at 7:45. I wore a diaper to pee every time I felt the slightest urge, even made a Walgreens run where I was scared I might leak because it started turning into actual wettings lol. It got even trickier when my friend Jon came over to join for the movie and knows nothing about this fetish. Thankfully he distracted himself with the new COD lol. Come 7:30 I pee one last time, chug a bai water, and put on a new diaper (the old was nearing capacity.) Skeptical I'd actually need to burst within 2ish hrs, yet when I got in the car I felt around a 3 instantly, and I'd just emptied my bladder. To quote Star Wars that was the I got a bad feeling about this moment... Finally to our seats, no drinks for me I'm already a bloated water balloon, I feel enough pressure that if it was normal I would have peed. 30 min into the movie I'm positively squirmy, yet I was with my friend and it was a sold out night (surprised me) I couldn't be super desperate, and I couldn't risk a leak even with black jeans. Nerdy Princess kept motivating me and refusing me leaks. By the last 30 minutes I really couldn't focus on the movie, a couple of times I even accidentally grabbed my diapered crotch and let go fast before someone noticed. By the last 15 min I leaked and had to force a clamp down. Finally the movie ends and fuck the post credit scene I had to make it home, standing up I felt such an enormous pressure I was sure I might wet myself, I had to pause and compose myself. My friend of course went to the bathroom like a muggle and I went to the car so I wouldn't be pee dancing in public. He was my ride so I made an excuse that I had to be up early so he could just drop me off because fuck I had to pee and couldn't hold a convo! I wanted to get back in blue boxers and grey trackpants for the video. Turns out he left his keys in my room so fuckkkk I had to wait some more. After goodbyes where he could probably tell I was frantic, he's walking down the stairs and I start leaking uncontrollably!! I'm like shit no I wanted a video!! I bend and squirm and grab my crotch and sit and do everything and finally stop peeing, but if id been in clothes that by itself probably would have looked like a wetting to most lol. I barely manage to press play on my laptop as I'm pulling up my boxers and sadly am not able to manage much teasing, squirming, and dancing for the viewer but fuckkk that release!! That warm golden bliss. I'd never peed so much lol. I had some me time and felt like this was worthy of an in depth write up. Put my degrees to use lol. Let me know what you guys think! I'm leaning to hold again, I honestly feel the urge already lol. Man what a rush to knock off a bucket list! @PrincessPeeach, @rachelkirwan I know you'll love this first of mine :) I think what I like most about this fetish is it more than anything has helped me fall in love with my body thanks to you guys encouragement. I feel sexy, and not like the 300 lb person I used to be. Thanks for that. Hopefully I find my omosoulmate one day! #HopelessRomantic #RapidDeseperation #Wetting #Public #diaper

Well why not try both now~ so i'm holding my morning pee until 1 PM and release it all, and feel an urge to poop, so, i just let it go~ DOWNLOAD THE VIDEO BELOW 226829.t.mp4

Since drawing omo is the only thing I feel inspired to draw recently, I'll be posting my artwork here. Feel free to share your thoughts.

I need to build up my galery and practice if I ever want to do comissions, so this is your oportunity to get some freebies! I do digital : and traditional: so specify what you want in your request! I don't draw: *scat/messing *gore *mecha ( I am not very good with furries tho) I'll try to do one or two a day but pleade be patient.

I got all cold so I put on different clothes on a very soaked bed. So kept trying different wetting clothes to see which I liked best. Diapers are fun trapping the warmth, but I love the soak flow over your body and the wet patch and glisten and stain and the telltale wetbum saying you had an accident like a little 4 year old! Now found my new favorite wetting clothes. Hardly shows the wetting except in the moment but feels soooo good the way the warmth traps against you.The way you feel it creeping down your sides, your bum, the shimmer and glisten hitting all the right omo buttons. Maybe I could wet in public with this lol. I'm already wet so laundry can wait for tomorrow right? https://vk.com/id335842433?w=wall335842433_169%2Fall Movie on 11-9-19 at 12.28 AM #2.mov

It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”. “Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.” As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them. Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them. Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?” “If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked. Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did. “I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained. Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.” A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style. “Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?” “What happened to your hand?” Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. “What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice. The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers. “Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.” With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.” As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident. “You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator. “Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.” A silence yet again drifted between them. Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?” Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?” “Nine o’ clock,” he reported. “Four fucking hours!” he hissed. Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.” “Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open. It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”. “Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.” As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them. Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them. Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?” “If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked. Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did. “I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained. Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.” A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style. “Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?” “What happened to your hand?” Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. “What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice. The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers. “Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.” With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.” As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident. “You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator. “Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.” A silence yet again drifted between them. Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?” Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?” “Nine o’ clock,” he reported. “Four fucking hours!” he hissed. Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.” “Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open. Posting the rest later B)

Earlier in the year I posted a true story of my first public wetting, having decided the somewhat-local mall would be my stage. Now, simply peeing yourself is pretty awesome. but what always put me over the edge was pushing my bladder to its limit, and the thought of losing control in a precarious situation and going from willing participant to helpless victim of your own biology. I intended to do exactly that...maybe put myself in a predicament that could end up in me fighting against losing all my fluids in front of other people. Unfortunately (for this hobby, at least) I have a pretty big bladder that often takes a long time to fill to the brim. Long story short, the mall closed before my bladder reached capacity, and I ended up having to settle with just peeing myself intentionally in the parking lot instead of accidentally. Still fun, of course, but not what I had in mind. I vowed that the next time, I'd fill up earlier, time things properly, and do this thing the right way. This evening ended up being my chance. And by the way, if you're into descriptions, I'm a straight cis-male of above average height, with dark blonde hair and a slim build (I was a decent runner in high school). I started off by taking my final preliminary pee at 5:30pm and chugging a bottle of water along with some tea to get things moving. Once I felt myself reach about a 3 (you can tell it's there, but no feeling of urgency) at 6:45pm, I started making the drive to the mall, and worked on a second bottle of water on my way in. The ride wasn't really a problem. I didn't want to put myself in a situation where I'd be a distracted driver because of my bladder. I reached the mall around 7:15, having found a suitable place to park that was both slightly obscured but close enough to the access road and the mall entrance to make it a risky endeavor. By this time I felt like I was maybe a 5 or a 6 on the scale (where it was starting to get uncomfortable). Once inside, I decided to make a few laps around the mall while waiting for my kidneys to do their thing. Maybe check out a few stores and put some early Christmas lists together. I reminded myself that the rule of the game was that I was not allowed to leave the building before the first uncontrollable spurt. I noticed my first little warning pangs around 7:30pm where each stride was putting strain on my bladder. I probably considered myself a 7 at this point. Around 7:45pm, while inside one of the big clothing retailers, I could feel a little damp patch forming on the front of my boxers. I was sure I wasn't losing control already, but I slipped into a changing room to investigate the situation anyway. I discovered it wasn't pee coming out of me but a generous amount of precum. Turns out doing a public hold can get you kind of worked up! I took a few moments to edge myself a little bit when the overhead speaker crackled to life to announce that the mall was closing a full half-hour before the time listed on the website. No fair! Pushing myself past the brink in time was already going to be tight for my 9:00 deadline, but there was no way it'd happen before 8:30. It looked like I'd fail my mission again thanks to my stubborn bladder. Suddenly, I remembered reading in some other thread about a way to trick your body into feeling more desperate by sitting on a toilet but not going. I just had to give that a shot. Desperate times and all that. While I could feel my tiring sphincters being teased while I was seated, it wasn't going to be quite enough to put me over. I had to come up with a contingency plan. I decided to check out some of the nearby box stores that would be staying open later, and scouted out the parking/lighting/exit situation to see if they were a viable wetting alternative, but reasoned they would probably be a bit too bright and populated for my liking (this time). By the time my scouting run was almost over, I was sitting at a solid 8 on the scale, and I had to undo my belt to release some of the pressure on my strained bladder. At 8:45 I returned to my secluded-but-vulnerable parking spot at the mall, as employees were starting to filter out. I decided the next best thing to an uncontrolled wetting while trying to leave the mall was an uncontrolled wetting in the parking lot while there was a fair amount of activity about me. I spent a few minutes browsing social media posts on my phone while my bladder reached what I would consider to be a 9 (a lot of fidgeting and holding!). Finally, at 8:57 I hit my breaking point. I gingerly exited my car, the simple act of standing up pushing me to a 10. I stood beside my car on the mall entrance side, bouncing from one foot to the other, knowing that my battle would soon be over. At 9:00pm sharp, the dam broke. A sudden spasm sent the first jet of warm pee into my pants. I knew the damage wasn't bad yet at that point and that sometimes I can still hold on, but soon after the second and third spasms followed, soaking my upper leg. One more vain attempt to keep everything left inside failed, and it became an unstoppable cascade exiting my body. My urine rushed mostly down my left leg, drenching the bottom half of my pants along with my already damp thigh. I could feel it soaking into my sock and pooling in my now-squishy "designated wetting" shoes. At the same time a separate stream of urine diverted down the back of my pant leg toward the ground, carving out two distinct, snaking trails of pee on the pavement below, that would soon meet up and form an actual puddle. A few minutes pass and I make sure the remaining contents of my bladder are now safely stored in my soggy pants & shoes or on the ground. I took a moment to stand next to my car, my little pond beneath me in view of anyone that would've happened to be near. The overhead lighting was fairly dim, but any illuminated headlights aiming in my direction would have been quite compromising. My heart was racing and at this point I'm throbbing. Once the parking lot was mostly empty and the coast was clear I climbed in the back seat of the car, sitting on a strategically placed trashbag/towel cover for the car seat. The lower ambient light and my tinted windows afforded me a comfortable level of privacy, where I rubbed myself to orgasm and came under my clothes, adding some sticky warmth to my rapidly-cooling pants. I decided against changing into my spare, dry clothes, and enjoyed feeling the results of the night clinging to my skin. I'm about to jump in the shower, but I wanted to type this out first while everything was still fresh in my mind. Hope you enjoyed!

This is a video of me stand over a toilet peeing. I drink lots of water and tea need to pee bad. VID_20191106_124846981.mp4

This is a video of me naked peeing stand over the toilet. You can see the pee come out of my pee hole and my stream. There are women who like to pee the pee come of hole of my dick. I pee and drink a lot. Tea and water make pee bad. VID_20191101_105252891.mp4

panties, or underwear, or boxers, or boxer briefs.......or whatever really if it’s wet, and grey, post it here! (spinoff of the other thread about wet grey panties...thought it would be cool to have a thread where everyone can share a pic, of all different wet grey wear) I’ll start us off, wet grey leggings

Peed my black ripped jeans!

Hi guys! I just recently turned 21 and I’m looking to do a hold tonight. I haven’t had much alcohol since I turned 21 so I’m wondering which drinks make you piss the most? Im also open to suggestions of what I should do during my holding... I’ve thought about drinking tea as well as beer, since tea seems to really get my kidneys going. please let me know what I should drink, what I should do during my hold and how I should relieve myself

So tonight is bonfire night and I would be spending it alone. To make it more interesting I decided to have a little fun. *vague description of myself* About 6ft, was wearing light blue jeans, a black jumper and a yellow t-shirt with a pineapple wearing a thong on it- no underwear. The original plan was to wet a pair of joggers while in front of the fire I would make but I realised I needed to go to the shops for some things so I changed into a new pair for jeans Iv been wearing a bit, to test how absorbent my new jeans are I decided to pour a small amount of water on various parts of them to see if they’d show- they didn’t do I went with them. Skip ahead to about 5pm I head around my back garden to cut the wood into smaller bits to burn. This took me almost an hour and got me to 6/10- knew I could pee but not desperate. 6 o’clock rolls around and I’m trying to start the fire, Iv had another few glasses to drink and I’m occasionally spiking in need because of it being a bit cold and raining a tiny bit. I tried for about 30 minutes but just could not get this fire to light. I head inside and did all the things food wise I had planned to do with the actual fire while having a can of cider. I was bouncing about holding myself when I decided to kick it up a notch and try a public wetting. I figured the streets would be quieter and I wouldn’t be noticed so I went for a walk around the streets to the top of the hill I live on. As I lift I realised there were more people about that i expected, due to my need to pee and the drink I was extremely hard but luckily the jeans are quite loose fitting so it hid it somewhat, when walking to the top of the hill (about 10-15 minutes) a man with his dog was in front of me most of the time, I was worrying a bit that he wouldn’t turn away but was confident in my ability to hold as the need subsided as I walked. After a pretty uneventful walk up I noticed I had been getting quite wet around the tip so I wanted to check it wasn’t noticeable so after looking around for a bit I grab my crotch and pull the jeans away slightly. I then looked up and saw like three people in a garden looking in my direction. I was mortified, so I played about with my phone for a minute to make it seem like I was just adjusting. I had had been talking with some friends before I left about how enthusiastic my area is about bonfire night so I stopped to take a picture of a big fire across the way- and that’s when the first spirt came. I looked around quickly and nobody was around so I started walking again, I could feel my face warm up as I crossed the road and decided to take a quick video to see if more would come out. I was still for about two second when I felt my bladder contracting but I didn’t let any out, instead I walked down the hill to a better position beside a lamppost to take a longer video. After 3 seconds or so I relaxed a tiny bit and my urethra was filled but not releasing anything because of the way my penis was resting. I stopped the recording and started walking towards the local park where I was going to sit on a swing to try let go, after the first few cautious steps the pee escaped and ran down my left leg a bit. Nothing was visible but I picked up the pace and got to the darkened park, I was sitting on the swing, swinging on the swing, but nothing was letting me let go- so I gave up and started heading home proper. About 12 feet from my gate I just tried to relax and push some out while walking, it was difficult but a short quick stream cascaded freely down my leg. Not wanting the fun to stop there I went around my back garden again and sat with my legs on opposite sides of my wall- it was at two different levels so I had one leg about knee height. Nothing was letting me let go while sitting so as I was about to leave the fireworks started a big show- I took the opportunity to record it while standing on the wall- I recorded for a minute but after the first five seconds I was peeing constantly. A wave of relief washed over me as the pee cascaded down my legs, darkening the trousers slightly. I turned on my phone’s torch quickly to catch a glimpse of the damage before rushing into the house. I threw my shoes off, the left one being a bit more wet than the right, and had another glass or two of water. I then rushed up the stairs to the bathroom to take pictures and start writing this. With the relatively little I had peed I filled up quickly and wet another two time while writing this standing in the shower.