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  1. View File Washing the dishes Hey everyone! Back again with another vid I here I am, washing my dishes and listening to a bit of music, whilst needing to pee. I decide to hold it until I finish my job, but eventually I start to leak into my grey sweatpants. I struggle on, trying to finish to last few items, but I just can't hold it any longer, and I have an accident in the middle of the kitchen, soaking my sweatpants and socks. I stand there in my puddle, but I can leave yet, as those dishes won't wash themselves... I hope you guys like this one. It's a bit longer than my usual ones, but I hope you like watching me squirm. I should be able to do more like this now that my housemate has moved out. Also, I apologise for my taste in music (it's really eclectic...) Love you guys (Btw, I wasn't wearing any underwear in this vid ) Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 03/22/2020 Category Male  
  2. View File Desperate wetting in front of the toilet Wow! That was intense! So I had been sitting at home watching TV, and I was getting increasingly desperate to pee. Eventually, I just had to go, so I ran to the toilet with the intention of relieving myself. However, because my sweatpants were really loose, I had to tie a complex knot in them earlier, which I now had to untie... I stand in front of the toilet, desperately trying to untie the knot, all the while leaking into my grey sweatpants. I struggle and squirm, but it's no use, and I just can't hold on any longer. I completely flood my sweats, soaking my socks as well and create a huge puddle on the floor. Afterwards, I still have to untie the knot, and I did struggle for while with it. I actually wet myself two more times in these sweatpants before managing to get them off, but I didn't get those on film. I hope you guys like this one. I don't get to do wettings like this very often because of my housemate. Let me know what you think. Love you Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 03/19/2020 Category Male  
  3. Soooo...how's everyone's pandemic going? I genuinely hope you're all well and safe. I'm fine, even though I've been terrible about writing. Clearly not one of those people who uses isolation to be creative! But here's a story I threw together. I love YA novels, so I tried to make this reflect that style - very *angsty* Thanks for reading! *** “El, what time do you want to leave? Or do you just want to corral us whenever you’re ready?” Ellie glanced at the dashboard clock. It wasn’t yet 8 PM – fairly early for arriving at a college party. She pursed her lips, thinking. “Maybe 1:30 at the latest? I have to work tomorrow, but not too early.” “Your wish is our command, Miss Daisy!” cried Jamie, the second of the two boys in the backseat. Ellie had picked up he and his roommate Gael on her way to the frat party on the edge of town. “Miss…” Gael stared at his roommate in confusion, but was interrupted by a deep voice from the front seat. “Miss Daisy was the passenger, dumbass.” Jamie laughed easily – it was the end of the semester, and the mood was light – but Ellie shot a sideways glare at her third passenger. As if he sensed Ellie’s ire, Rider Pierce broke into a dazzling grin. “The driver was Morgan Freeman’s character,” he continued, as if his initial statement hadn’t been stark and humorless, “but no one ever remembers the driver’s name!” Jamie grinned. “Dude, no one our age has even seen that movie!” “Axiom still stands,” Rider said confidently, taking a sip out of his flask. “Name one famous movie about a chauffeur where you remember the driver’s name.” Gael looked skeptical. “Didn’t that movie with Viggo Mortenson driving Mahershala Ali win an Oscar?” “So did Driving Miss Daisy,” countered Rider, “and you still didn’t tell me the character’s name.” Ellie pulled onto the grass of the expansive frat house lawn, adding to the already-long line of parked cars. “Happy Hogan.” Rider looked amused but unsurprised, and, not for the first time, Ellie was irritated at his ability to be so effortlessly charming. “Dubious,” Rider proclaimed. “Happy was obviously promoted to Tony’s head of security and was in a half-dozen movies. Familiarity is a given.” “So Joseph from Princess Diaries is out, too?” Ellie shot back. “Not unless you want me to let you win.” Rider gave her another smile that, to another girl, would have been disarming. Ellie was both too experienced and too annoyed for it to work on her. Unaware of Ellie’s irritation or unwilling to stick around any longer, Gael and Jamie were already heading up the driveway. “Just come get us if you’re ready to leave before 1:30,” Jamie called over his shoulder. “You don’t have to admit defeat.” Rider smirked and took another swig from his flask. “I’m secure enough in my own rightness to survive without your validation.” “Too bad that security doesn’t extend to surviving in a given situation without booze.” If Rider was as stunned as Ellie by her own vehemence, he didn’t show it. “Drinking at a frat party,” he gushed dramatically. “Whoever heard of such a thing? What a hopeless delinquent am I!” “As if you only get drunk at parties,” Ellie snapped. Walking up a frat house driveway wasn’t the place for this conversation, but Rider’s grating nonchalance smashed through Ellie’s hesitance. “You haven’t been willingly sober this whole semester.” This accusation at least earned Ellie a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a prohibitionist, Els.” His tone was light, but Ellie knew him well enough to hear a slight tension in his voice. “But as I am a fully legal adult, I’m really not sure why you’re so worried about me.” “You can drink yourself stupid, for all I care.” The words tumbled out of Ellie’s mouth. “I just don’t want you dragging my brother down with you.” Rider stopped abruptly and turned to face Ellie. His eyes glittered like shards of ice, sharp and hard, in his now-stony face. “If literally anyone other than Brett’s sister had said that, I’d’ve punched them.” Ellie didn’t twitch. It’s not that she didn’t believe Rider, but that she’d known him almost her entire life. And in that time, she’d never once back down from a fight with him. “Where’s the lie?” she asked coolly. “You drink yourself into oblivion on a daily basis, and you don’t think your roommate and best friend is gonna be affected?” Rider’s chest swelled with a deep inhale. “Call me a drunk all you want, but you don’t get to imply that I’d hurt your brother. Ever.” Ellie glared back, but at that moment, another car pulled in, blaring music. It was enough to crack the tension and remind them both that they were standing in the middle of a driveway, presumably on their way to enjoy the last party before spring break. As usual, Rider recovered first. He tipped back his flask, finishing whatever he had inside. “You know how much I enjoy our verbal skirmishes, Ellearia, but I promised Jesse a round of beer pong.” He bounced his eyebrows for flourish and turned away. In an instant, Ellie’s flaming indignation fizzled into resignation. What had she been thinking? It’s not like Rider didn’t know about her concerns. And it’s not like she’d made any headway before. “Els!” Straightening her shoulders as if to physically shed the failed argument, Ellie pivoted toward the sound of her name. Yung Min, a girl from her ultimate team, was climbing out of the car that had just parked. Ellie pasted on a smile and joined the group, heading up to the house. A lifelong connoisseur of people-watching, Ellie found that pre-spring break parties were second only to end-of-year parties in the college calendar for sheer joy. Everyone was celebrating getting through midterms or excited for impending beach vacations, lending a distinct air of glee to the gathering. The frat house was huge, and Ellie was sure there were over 300 people in attendance. She wandered through the house, nabbing a soda and greeting friends – both hers and her brother’s. *** Brett, Ellie’s one-year-older brother, was in D.C. for a grad school interview, but it wasn’t wholly unusual for Ellie to be spending time with Rider on her own. Brett and Rider had met in preschool and had been best friends ever since. By virtue of Ellie’s own close relationship with Brett, Rider had become practically a second brother. She certainly fought with Rider more than she did with Brett – Brett was easygoing and nonconfrontational by nature – but she never doubted their loyalty to each other. Despite their closeness, Ellie hadn’t really planned on attending the same university as her brother, but it had the one of the best pre-law programs in the country, so she swallowed the inevitable “little sister tagging along” stereotype. Other than the obvious benefits of sharing rides home for break, Ellie found she liked being close to Brett and Rider. It gave her a built-in but not exclusive social group, and it had been an easy choice to move off-campus to the same apartment complex. Currently, Ellie and her roommate lived across the hall from Brett and Rider. Ellie loved getting to watch her brother and his best friend grow into young men. She relished the rare privilege of having such close relationships for such a long time. But her junior year had taken a turn. It’s not that Rider (or any of them, to be honest) had been a teetotaler before turning 21, but his drinking had skyrocketed his senior year. It wasn’t just drinking more heavily at parties, it was the near-constant presence and use of his flask, bottles of beer, and even water bottles that definitely didn’t contain water in class. When asked – because obviously neither Brett nor Ellie were gonna let such a behavioral change pass without comment – Rider would laugh, insisting that he was fine, that he just wanted to enjoy his senior year. He was comparatively careful; he didn’t make a fool of himself, and he certainly never drove drunk. In fact, most people who interacted with Rider had no idea that he’d rarely been fully sober since summer. The whole situation baffled Ellie. She’d known Rider practically her whole life, and she didn’t believe him for a second when he claimed that his drinking was nothing more than a harmless joyride through his last year of college. But he wasn’t deviating from his party line, and Ellie had grown increasingly frustrated with feeling like she barely knew him anymore. *** A burst of laughter shook Ellie from her thoughts, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. With a slight cringe, she realized that she’d been ruminating for nearly a half hour, barely paying attention to her friends. She was standing in a cluster on the back patio with a few of her ultimate teammates. There were two pong tables set up, and at least two cornhole sets within view. There was a roar from one of the pong tables, and Ellie glanced over to see Rider with his arms raised in victory. She watched as he grabbed a full Solo cup and downed it in one. The crowd cheered in approval. Ellie was still staring when Rider slammed the cup down on the table and looked up. He caught her eye and paused, a flicker disrupting the triumphant look on his face. It was so quick, Ellie thought she must have imagined it though, because by the time she blinked, Rider had broken eye contact and was seemingly searching for a refill. Repeatedly irritated with herself, Ellie decided she needed more deliberate distraction. The Alpha Rho parties were renowned for their variety of activities, so she knew if she searched the house, she’d find something distracting. It took a few minutes, but she found a boisterous room of board games upstairs, and she quickly joined a burgeoning round of Settlers of Catan. The plan worked, and the next few hours flew by. Ellie enjoyed the strategic competition, and there was a convenient cooler in the room to replenish her soda. After a couple of rounds of Catan, a short-rules game of Trivial Pursuit, and a side-splitting session of Cards Against Humanity, Ellie found herself yawning. She checked her phone and saw that it was after 1 AM. Grinning at how much she’d enjoyed herself, Ellie stretched her arms wide and pushed herself to her feet. Swallowing the last of her latest drink, she bid goodbye to her fellow gamers and started to search for her passengers. Gael was easy enough to find on the dance floor, and he led her to Jamie in the kitchen, deep in some discussion about the trade deadline. Neither of them seemed upset by leaving – they were both too intoxicated to drive and were grateful for the free ride home. Finding Rider didn’t take too much longer, given the still-crowded party. He was lounging in a chair on the patio, loosely holding a half-empty bottle. His eyes were noticeably bleary when he looked up, but he smiled easily. “My coachwoman awaits!” he announced to the group. “Looks like my time here is up.” Ellie considered rolling her eyes, but opted for benevolence instead. “Just sharing the facts, my liege,” she said silkily. “I’m leaving now. You’re welcome to take an Uber or something.” “Never,” Rider proclaimed dramatically, pushing himself to his feet. “Your wish is my command, good lady. Just let me…” He trailed off and raised his bottle to his lips, finishing the contents in seconds. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gave an exaggerated bow to the other partygoers, stumbling slightly. This time, Ellie did roll her eyes, heading back through the house. She didn’t bother slowing down to stay in step with Gael and Jamie. Breathing deeply, she tried to tamp down the rising rage, disappointment, and fear. Seeing Rider so obviously drunk, even though she knew he drank almost constantly, brought back every ounce of ire she’d felt when they arrived. She was sick of Rider’s drinking, and she was sick of not being able to help. She heard quick footsteps behind her, but didn’t turn as Rider jogged to her side and draped his arm over her shoulder. “El-bell, don’t-“ “Stop it,” Ellie hissed, shaking his arm off. “Don’t say anything. You sound gross, slurring your words like that.” Rider drew back, and for a second, he almost looked hurt, but that could’ve just been his face transitioning from a grin to a sneer. “Easy there, Carrie Nation. You don’t want to make a scene.” “Right, like I’m the one looking like an idiot here. Ellie knew she was being mean. She knew it was futile, and she knew it was fair to Gael and Jamie, who were both quiet as they all reached her car. Ellie didn’t say anything else as she walked around to the driver’s side. She unlocked the doors, miles more tired than she’d been ten minutes ago, but just as she sat down, she heard a yelp from Gael. “I don’t have my phone!” He was still standing next to the car, patting his pockets. “Can I run back inside and look for it? I think I know where it is!” Ellie nodded and tried to smile. “Of course. We’ll just wait here.” Gael practically sprinted back toward the house, and Ellie smiled for real at his consideration. Mildly placated, she turned on the radio to cover the would-be awkward silence. Playing along – or just totally unconcerned – Rider asked Jamie his plans for spring break. Ellie could tell he was making an effort not to slur his speech as much, and she was both impressed and disgusted at how well he could play…well, if not sober, then at least not wasted. Naturally gregarious, Rider kept the conversation flowing easily for ten minutes until Gael returned. “Sorry!” Gael panted, sliding into the car. “I thought I’d left it on a window sill by the dance floor, but someone had already moved it to the lost and found, did you know they eve have an official ‘party lost and found’, this place is great!” Ellie had the car in reverse before Gael finished rambling. He and Jamie lived fairly close to the frat house, but she and Rider lived on the other side of town. It wasn’t a huge town, of course, but she was already dreading the 15 minutes she’d have to spend in the car alone with Rider. Gael’s praise set off enough of a discussion of the merits of Alpha parties to fill the brief drive to the first apartment. Ellie pulled up to the boys’ building, and both Jamie and Gael thanked her profusely, wishing them both a wonderful and relaxing spring break. Practically before the back doors even shut, Rider had pulled out his flask. “Christ,” Ellie muttered. “You’re at the point where you can’t go 15 minutes without having a drink?” “Maybe I need a psychoactive substance to get through a ride with you,” Rider shot back, but his voice no longer held any light or teasing tone. “Oh, yeah, a car ride across town with your best friend’s sister, a 50-minute class, watching a college basketball game…your life is just filled with so many difficult events that require alcoholic mollification!” Ellie was baiting him, and she wasn’t at all surprised when he refused to rise to her goading. “Leave it alone, Ellie,” Rider growled and shifted, as if he was trying to move as far away from her as possible. “My body, my choice, right?” Ellie huffed, but didn’t respond. Technically, Rider’s argument was currently correct – he wasn’t hurting anyone else with his drinking. He wasn’t violent, he wasn’t getting arrested, he wasn’t behind on his payments or anything. They sat without speaking for several minutes, but as Ellie pulled onto Main Street, her patience evaporated once more. “No, we’re doing this,” she demanded. “I’ve known you my whole damn life, and you know I’ve never wanted to control you or some bullshit like that.” She glanced over at Rider, but he only shifted again, deliberately looking away from her. “This isn’t…God, Rider, I don’t care if you want to ‘enjoy your senior year’ or whatever, but you’re literally…like, this is alcoholism! Like, you’re entirely dependent on alcohol, and that’s not OK!” She looked over again, and though Rider’s posture definitely signaled discomfort, he still didn’t say anything. “God damnit, Rider.” Ellie squeezed the steering wheel, knuckles white with frustration. “Why don’t you care? How do you not see how unhealthy this is?” Still nothing. Ellie’s voice practically squeaked with vexation. “Rider! I mean it! How-“ “Let me out.” Rider’s voice was low, but absolutely serious, and Ellie had to fight to keep her eyes on the road rather than staring at him incredulously. “What?” “Let me out of the car, Ellie.” Rider was angry, urgent, and Ellie nearly screamed. “Are you out of your mind? We’re in the middle of Main Street! I can’t just pull up to the sidewalk, and I’m not gonna let you-“ But apparently, a stop sign was more than enough for Rider, because he’d unbuckled his seatbelt and leapt from the car as soon as Ellie slowed down. “Rider!” she shrieked, staring after him, then looking around frantically to see where she could pull over. It was almost 1:30 in the morning, and really, no one else was around, so she made a quick right and pulled into the empty bank parking lot, ranting before she even put the car in park. “What the actual fuck, Rider? You can’t just jump out of a moving car because you don’t like the conversation, you dumb, selfish-“ Ellie cut herself off again as she rounded the corner and saw Rider standing stock-still in the middle of the sidewalk, an obvious patch of darkness spreading down the front of his pants. “What are you…” Ellie’s rant energy forced the words out of her mouth before she could stop them, even though she knew exactly what was happening. The old-fashioned street lamps were dim, but more than illuminated the wetness. After a few seconds, a trickling sound pattered on the quiet street. The sound seemed to go on for far too long, amplified by the otherwise complete silence. Rider stood bent slightly at the waist, as if he’d been punched in the stomach. Ellie didn’t know how long they both stood there, her staring at him and him staring at the ground, before she finally spoke. “Why didn’t you say something?” “I did say something,” he mumbled. “I told you to let me out.” “In the middle of an argument!” Ellie exclaimed. “You didn’t say you had to pee!” Rider twitched. “Sorry I didn’t broadcast my every thought. Didn’t feel like giving you more ammo for your anti-alcohol crusade.” The illogic of that statement didn’t need a response, so Ellie just stared at him, perplexed as to how she’d gone from enjoying Cards Against Humanity an hour ago to standing in the middle of downtown, fighting with a 22-year-old man who had just wet himself on the sidewalk. “I’ll walk home.” Such a ridiculous claim was enough to jar Ellie from her dismay. “Cool. I’m coming with you.” Ellie expected at least irritation in response to her answer, but when Rider met her gaze, he just looked tired. “Els, don’t be stup-“ “You know what would be stupid?” Ellie interrupted. “Letting my brother’s best friend, who is quantifiably and admittedly drunk, walk two and a half miles home after midnight.” She stopped herself from adding “in wet pants.” “And what do you care?” Rider snarled, his eyes flashing. “It’s not like there’s anyone around for me to drag down with me.” Ellie flinched at his sudden vehemence, but then clenched her jaw. “For fuck’s sake, Rider, don’t be petulant,” she snapped. “You know I didn’t mean that, but I’ll say it for you anyway. Of course I fucking care about you. I care about your drinking because you’re my brother’s best friend and you’re like a fucking brother to me, and I’m so indescribably sick of watching you hurt yourself!” “I’m not hurting myself,” Rider grumbled. “Right, sure,” Ellie scoffed. “There’s totally nothing wrong with pissing yourself in the middle of Main Street. You’re totally fine with that.” “It doesn’t hurt,” Rider said, but his near-whining voice did nothing to bolster his claim. Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Might not now, but it will if you walk home. That’ll chafe like a bitch after 2 blocks.” Rider didn’t say anything right away, but he also didn’t immediately start walking away, which Ellie took as a promising sign. “Come on, man,” she said in a slightly gentler tone. “It’s a ten-minute drive.” There was another pause, and Rider looked down. “I’m not getting in your car like this.” “Ri, she’s a 2003 Camry. She’s seen worse,” Ellie insisted wryly. “You know she’s seen worse.” Ellie could see Rider’s chest rise and fall as he seemed to consider his options. “Look, I’m sure I’ve got some old grocery bags or an Amazon box or something that you can sit on.” She watched Rider’s eyebrows draw in, a sure-fire signal of his stubbornness, but his reply was quiet. “Fine.” Internally, she nearly melted with relief, but physically, Ellie just nodded and turned back to the car, letting Rider follow her. True to her word, she reached in the backseat and pulled some random plastic bags from the floor to put in the passenger seat. Rider dipped his head as he sat down, his shoulders visibly tense. Ellie silently thanked God that the radio was still on when she started the car, because she knew there would be no more talking. The rest of the drive passed quickly, and their apartment building was quiet when they got back. Rider walked slightly ahead of Ellie up the stairs, then paused at his door. “You’re gonna tell Brett?” He wasn’t facing her, but he hadn’t opened the door. “Yes.” Ellie saw no point in lying. Rider just nodded, and Ellie saw a flash of the boy she grew up with, the one who would joke around in class, but never argue when given detention. Rider, more than anyone, had taught Ellie to own up to her mistakes and accept the consequences. “Do you want me to clean your car?” Rider stayed half-facing his own door, but at least he wasn’t snapping anymore. “It’s fine.” Ellie shrugged. “I mean, you can Febreze it if you really want to, but it’s really fine.” Rider nodded again. He opened the door and flipped on the light. Ellie stared, unsure of what to do next. “You’ll…” she said suddenly, before he could close the door. “You’ll get Brett from the airport tomorrow? Because I’ll be at work.” This time, Rider turned around, the corner of his mouth lifted into the barest of smiles. “I know,” he promised. “I’ve got his flight information.” Feeling oddly relieved, Ellie opened her own door. “OK. Just checking. Night.” Rider looked at her tenderly as he closed the door. “Night, Els.”
  4. blue jeans.mov not much else besides pissing myself for show
  5. 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.
  6. I've always been ashamed to admit that I want to pee, when I was younger I never said it at school and I went hom desperate. I have a fairly large bladder and it's strong. But I'm human and I still have limits. My familu and I went to visit our family and that day we were on the return trip. A journey of 4 hours, therefore quite long. Before leaving I had not thought of using toilets, I have drunk a lot of water throughout the meal and a large xoffee at the end of the meal. There were my parents, my litlle sister and I, I'm 17 years old. I'm a rather shy boy therefore and I don't dare to speak about my needs. I was sitting in the back of the car with my littler sister. She was crying a lot because it was hot in the car. My mother tried to calm her down but without success. For my part I did not speak, I sipped my soda while listening to music. But after 1 hour of driving, a pinch in my bladder caught my attention. I hadn't paid attention but I must already have been at a good 5/10. Not desperate, but not comfortable either. My little sister was asleep. With this heat my mother forced me to dring ever more water along the way. The cold water from the cooler froze me on the spot and made my need even more pressing. I knew that the water I had just drunk was not yet in my bladder but I already felt a constant need in my lower abdomen. After 2 hours of travers, my father decided to stop at a station to refuel and buy food. I was finally going to be able to relieve myself, and it was time because I was already at 7/10 I was starting to take off my security belt when my mom stopped me. She wanted me to keep my little sister because it was not prudent to leave a child alone in a car and she especiallu didn't want to wake her up. So I reluctanly stayed in the car, I knew I had a large bladder but the urge to piss increased and with this heat it was impossible for me to stop drinking. I threw an envious look at the toilet a little further... When my parents came back with food and... fresh drinks. I was a little thirsty but I forbade myself to drink utile we get home, my bladder cannot bear much more. Half an hour later my urge to piss has increased, all the water and soda was definitely in my bladder. It was a little bulging and the seat belt was pressing hard. I definitely needed a quick pee. But I d didn't want to ask my father to stop, it would have been too embarrassing for me. I was hoping that they cwould stop again at a station so that I could go to pee, I doubted my ability to last 1h to the house... I fell asleep a little, hoping it would make time pass father. But to my great misfortune, I woke up 30 minutes later with a desire worse than before. My little sister had started to cry again, she needed to pee. I was relieved, I was finally going to be able to relieve myself too. My mother reassured her by telling her that they will stop soon and I took this comfort for myself. Because my bladder was torturing me, she was praying for relief. I hadn't been peeing since morning and even with an iron bladder, all the liquids I had drunk went straight into my bladder. I couldn't take it anymoren I had to piss and my parents would stop soon. The image of me, lowering my fly and taking out my penis wich releases torrents of hot urine made me even more frantic... "God they hurry up I can't take it anymore ! " I thought. Finally, my parents stopped. They had not found a station so my little sister had to pee on the side of the road. My father laughed at the time wated. He was in a hurry to go home to rest and my sister's pressing desires were not welcome. I did'nt want to attract my father's wrath and then stayed in the car. I'll die for a piss and I saw my little sister pissing right next to me, between two doors. The noise of the pee against the ground made me squirm, wave of despair caught me and I felt the pee at the end of my penis. A drop crashed against the fabric of my pants. My god... I was going to pee on them if they didn't hurry. My sister was finally finished and we were going back to the road. I was very thirsty and there was only half an hour before we got home. I then asked my mother for a bottle of fresh water, which I finished quickly, but the car ran over a bump and I spilled a little water on me, on my pants. The contact of ice water against my peni drove me crazy, a quirt of hot pee escaped, the another and soon my pee mixed with water. I leaned forward, breathing hard, stuggling not to hold myself. I did'nt want my family to know that I was on the verge getting upset ! But it was going to happen, I had to come back quickly. Every turn, every shake was torture for my poor bladder. But I was soon going to be able to pee, liters of hot urine that I could finally spill. I was lots in thought when suddenly my father braked. It pushed the seat belt into my bladder and I couldn't hold pee in my pants. I instinctively leaned forward and slid my hand against my penis. I tried to pintch it so that it stopped peeing but I didn't succeed for 5 seconds. It was a torture I had tasted the sweet relief and now I'm forced to cut the flow. I would die for a piss and that 5 seconds squirt Hadn't relieved me. My sister laughed at me, folded my hands in my pants in two. "He needs to pee !" She shouted to my parents. I straightened up quickly. "It's not true ! " I replied. "I just dropped water on my pants" I didn't like anyone to know that I would die for a piss... it was shameful. I prefer to hold back until we're home. The remaining 10 minutes were the longest in my life, the pee coolded against my legs and my penis and it drove me crazy. I had to pee so baaad. My father parked outside our house. I had held on ! I managed to pass the rout without peeing ! But here's another problem, was I going to be able to get up without pissing on myself ? And how was I going to be able to go to the bathroom without looking hopeless ? All I wanted to do was run to the bathroom and relieve myself... and quickly ! This is the first fiction I write, and... I'm french so sorry for my mistakes haha Do u want to know the end of story .... ?
  7. I like going for long walks, and drink lots of water to stay hydrated. I really look forward to the summer months, when I can wet my pants while out for a walk. Sometimes, I wear black nylon pants so that I can walk and wee in secret. Other times, I piss my pants in a park downtown, then put my nylon pants on and walk back to the car. Or, I wait until near the end of my walk, and piss my pants. On this particular day, it was a nice day and I wanted to go for a long walk. I stayed well hydrated by drinking 3L of water over the span of 25km. I stopped once after 12km to use the public washroom. I then continued on drinking and walking. When I was about 6km from my destination, I started to feel the urge to pee. Since I was only 6km from my destination, I figured that I would hold it and find somewhere close to where I was parked to have a piss. Well I managed to hold it another 3km, while I drank about 500 ml of a soft drink. While waiting for a traffic light, I decided to dribble in my jeans. I only wanted a small wet patch, so that it was barely noticeable. Unfortunately, that did not happen and I ended up spurting more into my pants, ' After this small leak, I knew that I better find a place to have a piss. I had to walk about 4 blocks with my jeans looking rather damp. Wonder how many people driving by, noticed my pants were wet When I found a secluded space, I set my camera up and then released the contents of by bladder. If you look in the downloads files you will find the associated video from this pants pissing. When I was done, the result was: The damage was very noticeable. I did this beside a public pathway. To save myself complete embaressmet, and and the need to walk through a mall parking lot, I put on a pair of black nylon pants. I hides the wetness underneath really well. While driving home, I had to pee some more as that 3L of water was now wanting out. I drove home sitting on a plastic bag to protect the seats in my car. By time I got home and got the car parked in the garage, I had to pee some more so decided to warm up my jeans. So I sat in the car and let a good spurt go into my pants. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm wet crotch, and a warm wet ass. I did not want to pee too much, and get all over the place so waited until I could get into the bathroom. Here is a result of the damage that was done: You can see the black nylon pants sitting on the floor next to me I then proceeded to wet my pants one more time while standing in the tub. That was also included in the video that I posted to downloads. After thoroughly wetting myself, I had a shower and washed my clothes. I am looking forward to wetting my pants again, and have another experience from yesterday
  8. I am sharing this again as I work on the next book. I plan on getting this made into an ebook so welcome any constructive comments and hope you enjoy reading this again to refresh yourself of the story. I’ll add a chapter a night as I write the next chapters up. Thank goodness for the internet” Will said to himself as he sat alone in his office as always. It seemed more and more of his life, thank goodness, was able to be completed online. He liked it that way. He was much more than an introvert; he was known as the ‘weird’ guy, the ‘odd one out’ but he was unable to be anyone else. There was shy and then there was Will. Even at 28, almost 29, he had yet to meet a girl let alone date one. He liked them, oh he liked them very much, but he just couldn’t get the words out to tell them and while he had friends on social media he even struggled to message them in case he was seen as stalking them. Instead he thought about them in his head, letting his imagination run riot with all he would love to do. But today even the internet could not save him. Months previously, or maybe it was closer to a year, he had emailed his doctor about a minor issue that he could no longer self treat. He hated having to go see a doctor, or anyone really, but his cough just wasn’t shifting. By the time he had mustered the courage to get out his car, register his attendance on the surgery computer and wait to be called he was sweating and breathing way too fast. His cough could easily be treated but his doctor was much more concerned about his anxiety and social difficulties than his upper respiratory infection. She gave him some calming techniques and general advice but had said she would be referring him to a therapist in the hope he could get treatment. Today was the day he had to leave the confines of his office where he spent 8 and a half hours a day alone, otherwise choosing to work from home. Will ate his lunch in the office, having ordered his groceries online, and never once left the room, even to use the bathroom. He had his own coffee machine and would just hold his bladder until he returned to his apartment where he could pee without anyone knowing. Will had to admit to himself: he was afraid of people. Yet here he was bracing himself to have to see a therapist after work. The thought terrified him yet he knew he had to do something. He was lonely. He would never find a woman or get promoted or be able to go out with friends until he had help. He had to do this. He finished his coffee, packing his mug away in his Tupperware box to take home and wash. He went through his daily rituals for leaving work, cleaning his computer with wipes, lining his pens in order in his drawer then putting his coat on, always with the left arm in first. He crossed his legs unconsciously as his bladder reminded him he hadn’t emptied it since 7:15am. He had to admit his anxiety needed addressed as despite working in this company for three years he still had no idea where the gents even was. He just could never ask, though finding them now would really help because for the first time in three years he wasn’t able to rush home to the bathroom as he had a 90 minute appointment with a stranger first. Nerves were not helping him either. Nerves always affected his bladder. In the privacy of his office Will gave his penis a little squeeze, and fidgeted a bit. He was used to holding his urine and despite many close calls he always managed to make it home with no more than a small leak in his underwear. Today would be testing his ability to the extreme. Instead of getting home at 6 he would not get home until nearer 8, two and a half hours from now. If only he could have detoured home first but Will knew he would never manage back out again and he would be too late even if he could. He checked the corridor to make sure everyone else was out of sight, picked up his backpack and headed to his car. Even if he did see the gents (though he never had before) he would be too scared to go incase someone else heard him or saw him. Within a minute he had signed out and used his card to open the doors and he was safely in his car. He let out the breathe he had been holding since leaving his office as he lived in fear of someone even saying ‘bye’ as he had no idea what he should say back. Before turning on his engine and programming his sat-Nov he placed his hands over his penis again as his bladder once again sent a message for release. ‘If only the internet had a way to let me pee’ he whispered to himself. It helped him do everything else in life from having hot food delivered, groceries delivered, enabled him to stay in the ‘loop’ with family and friends via social media and entertained him via Netflix. If only the internet had a way to help him pee in private when he needed it too. Right now he could really do with that.
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  10. I'm just curious. How long can you hold it from the point when you really have to go? I know some people can go like 8+ hours without peeing, but I'm sure they aren't desperate the entire time. For me personally, not very long. On a normal day that I've been drinking water steadily, maybe 2 and a half hours before it becomes too painful, I can't concentrate, and I start leaking. Usually it's only one hour before I give in. This is just at home, though... I can wait longer when I'm out, especially since I tend to drink less. I've definitely held a full bladder for 3+ hours while at work plus the commute home before, but only a couple of times. I feel like I have a small bladder, although I've been gradually improving on the time I can wait and lessening the amount of times I have to pee a day (yesterday I managed to "only" pee 5 times, which for me is actually a milestone lol, since I normally pee like 8+ times a day).
  11. OK, it’s taken me a while to word this, but I thought I’d tell you about some experimenting I’ve been doing during the current lockdown in the UK. For a long time I have wanted to wet myself in public, but have been too scared of being caught. Now with the lockdown, there is much less risk of meeting anyone when I go out for my permitted daily walk, so I finally plucked up the courage to try it for the first time a couple of weeks ago. One night at about 9pm, I was finally ready to do it. I put on an old pair of tracksuit trousers (sweatpants as they are called in the US) and went out for my walk. Once I started to feel the need to go, I made my way to a footpath between two high hedges where I could keep a lookout and knew I wouldn’t be seen. I stopped, pulled my phone out and pretended to text someone, positioned myself, and after a few seconds began to wet myself. My boxer shorts soaked up some of the wee but quite a lot ran down my legs, where more of it was soaked up very well by my trousers. The rest ran down to my shoes, some into my socks and a little pooling on the path. I pushed myself to keep going despite it feeling unnatural, and it felt very naughty indeed wetting myself in public. Once I was done I carried on walking, feeling my wet legs cool off inside my trousers - it felt so good as it cooled off. It really was a great release and helped relax me as I have been quite anxious during the current uncertain times. I dried off a little for the remainder of my walk, then cleaned up and changed when I got home. Since that night I have done a few more wettings while on night walks, in a few different secluded locations - it’s becoming a sort of naughty game I play during the lockdown, and I enjoy it hugely.
  12. Hi all, I recently did one of my biggest ever wettings and thought that you may be interested in the resulting photos. The choice of underwear was inspired by a topic I raised elsewhere, hope it fits the bill! The first photo is how my stomach normally looks, prior to the hold (I hadn't yet changed underwear). The second photo is of me full around three hours later, about 10 minutes before I wet myself. The third and fourth photos are the aftermath of my wetting, whereby I peed through my boxers while sitting on the toilet (hence the slightly odd pattern). The hold was very long and drawn out, with ALOT of sustained spurting over the final few minutes. If anyone would like any further details about the hold, please do ask
  13. I have been trying to build up my courage for years to go in public and fully wet my pants. A couple weeks ago I finally got the courage to do it. I drank plenty of water and didn’t go to the bathroom for a couple hours to the point I was really desperate. I drove to a Walgreens and went straight to the diaper isle! As soon as I got there and started videoing my flood gates opened and I was soaking my jeans in the middle of a Walgreens diaper isle. There was one other lady in the isle and I’m sure she though “looks like he didn’t buy the diapers fast enough”. When I was done I walked out proudly with a smile on my face like a hero who just received his award. I said “have a goodnight” to the store clerk, and walked to my car across the parking lot. The feeling was amazing and eccentric, once to my car, my jeans were almost completely wet because the rest that was in the fabric had made its way around and spread as far as it could. It was one of the best feelings I have ever felt and I will definitely do it again! IMG_5191.MOV
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    I was out for another long walk yesterday, and again drank 3L of water while walking. Unfortunately, I had to use the rest room a few times along the way so was not bursting for piss. However, after 35 km and 8 km since my last bathroom break, I did have to pee. Since I was getting closer to my car, I thought there was a secluded corner of a park to have a piss in my jeans. Unfortunately, it was a little bit busier then I intended, but managed to stand inside a stand of trees. I then set up my phone, and release my bladder into my jeans. On my way home, I had to pee again and waited until I got home. When I got home, I decided to piss my jeans while laying in the tub. The one video, is a compilation of three videos where I take a panoramic shot of my hidden spot, the second is where I initially wet my jeans, and the third section is where I lay in the tub and piss my pants some more.

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  15. Wet walk - May 25, 2020 View File I was out for another long walk yesterday, and again drank 3L of water while walking. Unfortunately, I had to use the rest room a few times along the way so was not bursting for piss. However, after 35 km and 8 km since my last bathroom break, I did have to pee. Since I was getting closer to my car, I thought there was a secluded corner of a park to have a piss in my jeans. Unfortunately, it was a little bit busier then I intended, but managed to stand inside a stand of trees. I then set up my phone, and release my bladder into my jeans. On my way home, I had to pee again and waited until I got home. When I got home, I decided to piss my jeans while laying in the tub. The one video, is a compilation of three videos where I take a panoramic shot of my hidden spot, the second is where I initially wet my jeans, and the third section is where I lay in the tub and piss my pants some more. Submitter shywewe Submitted 05/25/2020 Category Male  
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    I was out for a long walk of about 30 km. I drank about 3L of water on my walk, and make one stop about 12 km into my jourmey to use the rest room. As I as getting near the end of my walk, my bladder was filling nicely. I had stopped to wait for a traffic light, and let a little spurt out into my pants. Unfortunately, there was more then a little spurt and it started to run down my let. At that point my pants were already damp, so decided it was time to wet them. I then walked a couple of hundred meters, and found a spot beside a pathway, and let loose. When I got home, I still had to go so peed a little in the car, then finished the rest off in the tub. This video is a combination of the pathway wetting, and the third pee into my jeans while in the bathtub.

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  17. Wet walk - May 15, 2020 View File I was out for a long walk of about 30 km. I drank about 3L of water on my walk, and make one stop about 12 km into my jourmey to use the rest room. As I as getting near the end of my walk, my bladder was filling nicely. I had stopped to wait for a traffic light, and let a little spurt out into my pants. Unfortunately, there was more then a little spurt and it started to run down my let. At that point my pants were already damp, so decided it was time to wet them. I then walked a couple of hundred meters, and found a spot beside a pathway, and let loose. When I got home, I still had to go so peed a little in the car, then finished the rest off in the tub. This video is a combination of the pathway wetting, and the third pee into my jeans while in the bathtub. Submitter shywewe Submitted 05/25/2020 Category Male  
  18. I have a quick question for anyone interested in male desperation. Which type of underwear do you like to see a man wearing? Personally when I do my holds I like to wear a thong, but I would be interested to hear your opinions as to what you find most attractive on a desperate man.
  19. “Where the fuck have you been, Bruce? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago.” Dick snapped, shifting as he got into the bat mobile. “No real names in field, Robin.” Batman responded sharply. “What?” Robin asked incredulously. “You think the bat mobile is bugged... Batman?” He purposely stressed, repositioning himself in his seat with a sigh. “Where next?” “While you were waiting on me, I was getting important information. We’re heading to the edge of Gotham city. There’s rumor of a drug dealing going on and I believe it’s the owner of the new restaurant on the east border. We’re going to investigate first and then we are going in as us.” Batman explained. “So we’re going out for dinner, huh?” Robin asked sarcastically, tapping his foot up and down. He was still irritated, but it wasn’t because Bruce had left him waiting, it was because he had a much more pressing problem; his bladder. Batman glanced over at his jittery young ward. “How was school?” He asked, trying to gage Dick’s reaction. Robin shrugged. “Pointless. I don’t get the point of high school when I could be saving people.” He leaned back, pulling the seat belt that Bruce made him wear away from his lower abdomen. He groaned, looking out the window as the city blurred past. “How long until we get there?” He asked, sitting back up straight and briefly squeezing his thighs together. “Twenty minutes. Why do you ask?” Batman questioned in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” He inquired. “No.” Robin rushed out, giving a small squirm. “Definitely not.” He added, avoiding eye contact. Going quiet, he glanced sideways at Bruce, before quickly averting his gaze back to his lap. Squirming around in his seat with a blush on his face, he resigned to shoving one leg under him so he could dig his heel into his crotch. After what seemed like eternity, they pulled into a pitch black side alley. The only light being the moonlight, which was obscured by the towering building overhead. Before getting out, Batman turned to Robin. “Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing you need to tell me?” He asked, scanning the squirming teen. “I’m fine for fucks sake! I’ve only told you a billion times!” Robin snapped, getting out of the vehicle and slamming the door. He felt a small, hot leak slip out, causing him to internally panic. However, he still refrained from grabbing himself, afraid that Bruce would see. “That better be the case.” Batman replied tersely. Robin stiffened, before managing to ask. “Where do you want me?” “You’re staying with me until we get on the rooftop of the smaller building. From their we need to access the piping, so that we can get inside... hopefully undetected. Follow me.” Batman ordered, already running towards the point of interest and using his grappler to hook himself into the roofs edge so he could begin a short climb. Robin started to run, but stopped abruptly, automatically throwing a hand to his crotch felt a leak of urine leak out. Noticing Batman already half way up the building, Robin started off again, throwing his own grappler up at the top of the building and jumping at full speed upwards and into the building. He crashed down harder than normal, landing in a crouched position, already near the top. He instantly froze, heart pounding in his chest as he felt a rush of urine run down his leg. With a small whine that scraped the back of his throat, Robin grabbed frantically with his free hand, trying to stop the spurting, inconsistent stream of pee that continued to soak his uniform. Finally managing to gain some control, he caught up to Batman at the top on the roof. He felt rivulets of pee running down his tightly black clad legs and was glad it was dark out. Waiting on Batman to figure out the entry point to the pipes was his final undoing, despite the fruitless attempts at getting the flow to stop, it only grew stronger until it finally tampered to a stop. Coursing with humiliation and self centered anger, Robin stepped out of the puddle he’d formed and quickly made his way to the other side of the roof where Batman was standing, trying to distance himself from the mess he’d made. “Robin, I want you to go in first. I know you’ll fit and it will be easier for you to navigate in the lead.” Batman explained, after finding the opening. Feeling extremely self conscious, Robin made sure his suit was firmly wrapped around his wet butt and legs, before crawling into the pipe line. He was reluctant to face away from Bruce, but he’d just have to suffer through the torture of hoping the man wouldn’t notice anything as he crawled through the pipes. By the time he managed to maneuver his way through the maze of pipes and into the computer room, his pants had begun to chafe and he was finding it difficult to walk normal, not to mention crawl. Once he’d gotten out, and was standing up in the empty room, Robin pulled his cape firmly around him and pretended to be surveying the room, though he felt his face heating up as he anticipated Batman to mention something. However, to his luck, the man was to focused on the mission to notice anything amiss of his young ward yet. He bit his lip as he felt raw skin coming into contact with damp fabric, and his eyes automatically welled up with tears. Quickly blinking them away, Robin asked, “Can we please hurry?” ‘Asked’ being the relative term, it was more of a whine. “Just be patient, Robin. It’ll go quicker if you help, get on that computer and take down the cams.” Batman whispered, touching Robin’s shoulder to direct him to the small light of the screen monitor in the pitch black room. Robin nodded, walking irregularly in that direction and routinely going to work of pulling up the security footage, before plugging in a hard drive that would immediately knock all power out for an hour. “It’s done.” Robin reported, nearly jumping out of his skin as Batman came up from behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go then. We just need to find the paper archive of all the suppliers and buyers, along with the credit card number.” Robin stayed silent, following his mentor and keeping his eyes on the look out for any room that might look inconspicuous. “This way.” Batman ordered, turning into a small room with a small business desk in the corner and to the right, a filing cabinet. Robin hurriedly followed Batman, searching through drawers, before pulling out a folder labeled, “Business”. He pulled out two documents. “I think I found them. The seller goes by the street name of Glorified Gnostic.” Robin said, handing the papers over to Batman. “I don’t want to go back through the pipes. Can’t we just walk out of the building since the security cams are down.” He asked complacently. “Normally, that would be a hard no. Especially with all the whining you’ve been doing today, however, we have a dinner to get to. So for once, yes, we can.” When they reached the bat mobile, Robin was close to tears. He was upset at himself, and his thighs and privates had been rubbed raw. Not to mention how gross and itchy he felt. Sliding into his seat, he rubbed at his eyes, wiping a few tears away. “Here’s some clothes. Change it them before we get going.” Batman ordered, getting into the drivers seat and also changing into clothes. When Robin didn’t move, he glanced over. “Dick?” He asked, concern edging his voice. “Y-yes?” He answered shakily. “Why aren’t you changing?” Batman asked, looking closer at the boy. Dick bit back a sob, sinking further into the seat. “C-cause I’m wet.” He choked out, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “What do you-“ Bruce stopped with a sigh. “Really, Dick? I thought you were over this. I asked you twice, and twice you denied that anything was wrong.” He reprimanded, rubbing a hand to his face. Dick stared down at his lap, lip trembling. “I don’t have underwear to change into now. A-And it hurts.” He admitted. “What hurts?” Bruce demanded sharply. “It’s rubbing and cold.” Dick stated plaintively. “When, might I asked, did you pee yourself Dick?” Dick bit his lip and was silent. “Dick, when?” Bruce repeated. “On the roof.” Dick muttered. Sighing in exasperation, Bruce threw his hands up in the air. “Well now what are we supposed to do? I don’t have any underwear for you and you’re obviously in no condition to be out under cover?” He sighed. “This all could’ve been avoided if you’d of just be truthful and informed me of what was wrong.” Dick just shrugged, pulling at the wet material around his legs in disgust. Bruce took a deep breath and turned to Dick. “Change into those clothes for now and go ahead and take you underwear off. I’m going to head home and we’ll just have to do this tomorrow.” Dick just glared angrily at the clothes, before doing as he was told. Once he’d changed, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and tucked his knees to his chest, clearly sulking. He remained in that position the entire way home, where he stomped up to his room to take a shower.
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