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  1. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
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  3. Hello, i'm new here, my name is lambig and i'm a french guy. Ipeed my bed tonight, is there any bedwetters here ? Have a nice day 😘
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  5. Hello! I’m going to try my hand at this again. I’ll learn more on what to do as this goes on and get better. Hopefully it goes well! First we need to chose a guy: Tommy- Tommy is your average male young adult. He is not shy but not vocal either. Tommy has long brown hair. Josh- Josh is a body builder with tons of muscles. He is known to be a tough and strong guy. He is always very vocal and has short black hair. Next we got to choose an outfit: Undies: A) Briefs B) Boxers Pants: A) Jeans B) Shorts C) Pajamas Let’s choose! (Ex: Josh, A, A)
  6. I recently went camping and had a fantastic genuine accident - IKR WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED IT BASED ON THE TITLE anyways i was with two of my friends and we went to a bog standard like camp grounds. we ended up getting really drunk most nights (which was my favourite part) but on the second to last night i ended up getting absolutely shitfaced like way more than i have been in a long time and i passed out in the tent in the early hours of the morning without going to the (idk what to call it) i guess creepy shower/toilets hut. It was CREEPY with a capital EEP, spiders, flickering lights and broken doors. and i ended up waking up before dawn around 5 and it was still dark. I don't know if it was camping itself or the fact that it was raining outside but I woke up and my bladder basically just told me.. 'hey there Olivia my pal, you have strictly 13 seconds before pee is erupting out of you.' which was weird to me because even when i've passed out drunk before i havent woken up with such a DIRE need instantly. Like normally i wake up and have at least enough time to realise i need to pee before i NEED to pee but when i woke up it was like "BAM YOU ARE ABOUT TO WET YOURSELF" in all honesty i must've needed to pee before sleeping and obviously drinking i just slept through it until my body literally couldn't any more. anyways when i did wake up i had the whole struggle of unzipping sleeping bag and fumbling around for a torch in a hurry but i couldnt find it so i just started going for the zipper. I got the first zipper to like the compartment open and like half jumped/fell through into the main tent area. Apparently (according to my friends) I was making alot of noise and like whispering to myself (i was still pretty drunk but the whispering to myself is the only thing i don't remember) they ended up waking up and like asking me "whats going on why are you freaking out??" and i was just like franticly trying to find the door zipper so I just asked them to find the torch. I have wet myself many a time. on purpose and (sadly more rarely) by accident. but at this point it really turns me on thinking abiut it but i just wasnt awake enough to make peace with the thought of wetting myself, like i was 100% trying to make it out of this dry. I was fucking franticly desperate and still slightly drunk XD ANYWAYS its literally only been like 20 seconds since i woke up before I pee. Its only a small half-a-second dribble into my slightly fluffy pyjamas whilst im practically fingering the side of the tent trying to find the zip and im still asking for the torch and i can hear them scrambling to find it. I kinda knew I was in for an accident as soon as i felt my bladder let the first dribble go. I wasnt wearing any underwear so i felt it like kinda hit the inside of my leg. So i took a second and like tried to breath whilst holding myself, i was kinda hoping they would get the torch ready and i could be calm and collected to go pee but my body had other plans. I stood there basically begging for them to find the light for like 5 seconds before i peed again, obviously this time i was holding myself and felt the pee go through my pyjamas and warm my hand. It was that moment my body started to do the push thing where it literally starts to force you to piss full speed. like i could feel that about to happen and i was powerless so i just went back to trying to find the zip with the spare seconds i had left. As i was doing this i kept accidentally letting little bits out like every second that i fiddled with the tent. my friends being my friends were useless in this situation XD and ended up finding the torch like the second i found the zip. As soon as my hands found the zipper I ripped it open as fast as i could (at this point i could feel my upper thighs where touching cold wet pee on my pyjamas and i was adding to the wetness every other second when another dribble came out) surprisingly I actually like stopped peeing when i finally got the zipper like halfway open and tried to shove myself through it........ ONLY TO FIND THAT I HAD UNZIPPED THE FUCKING BUG NET. So the run down: grown ass girl, in tent with friends, 5 in the morning, pretty much weeing in my nice cozy fluffy pyjamas, thinking I had just gotten out of this predicament and my bladder can finally let all its contents... only to find im still trapped and i need to find the OTHER ZIP........my bladder said 'nah, we peein' So i proceeded to wizz all over: -my nice NEW pyjamas -my legs -the tent floor -my friends bag ;-; sorry mate -my dignity It wasnt till later that my friends told me they didnt realise why i was freaking out until they heard me wetting myself and then shone the torch to see me like stood there with both hands between my legs half crouching with piss streaming out of my pants legs onto the floor. its been a couple weeks since this actually happened - i just needed to get over the mortifying-ness of it before i (inevitably) saw the sexier side of it. I waitied until the story turned me on to tell it so i hope whoever reads this also enjoys it! I have done this kinda thing before but most the time its planned... if anyone ever has any questions about my expiriences i am always happy to speak about it because it turns me on greatly XD
  7. So, I woke up and I REALLY had to pee. But instead of going to the bathroom, I decided to throw on my bunnyhops and hold it as long as I could! so I hopped on my computer, played a few rounds of TF2 before I physically could not sit still. I was constantly having to press a hand into my crotch to hold it. I gave myself a set of arbitrary rules that didn’t really mean anything ‘if I win this match then I can go to the bathroom’ welp, my team lost, so I kept holding it. But it wasn’t even 5 minutes later that I started leaking; and it wasn’t in small amounts either. I would lose control for seconds at a time. Small streams all pooling and soaking into the seat of my diaper. Eventually I just gave in, letting myself wet my diaper completely, that’s what they’re there for after all. So my diaper grows really warm and swells between my thighs, bringing relief to my aching bladder. but I was so engrossed in my game that I figured “I can change after this match” and then I forgot to change. so about an hour or so later, I start to feel the need to go again. I once again told myself to hold it, because I’m all diapered up, if I accidentally wet myself there’s no consequence. And then the need to pee goes away… until I stood up about 30 minutes later. my bladder weak from the hold earlier, I immediately leaked upon standing up, my need to pee coming back in full force. I quickly walked to the bathroom before letting the flood gates open. I ended up standing above a towel, afraid my diaper would leak (it did) and snapped a snazzy photo of the aftermath. This was also the last of my diapers unfortunately so, it’ll be a bit before I get the marvelous wonders of padding again
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  9. View File A Banquet (2021) Wetting Scene Movie: A Banquet (2021) Synopsis: Widowed mother Holly is radically tested when her teenage daughter Betsey experiences a profound enlightenment and insists that her body is no longer her own but in service to a higher power. Bound to her newfound faith, Betsey refuses to eat but loses no weight. In an agonizing dilemma, torn between love and fear, Holly is forced to confront the boundaries of her own beliefs. Scene: Betsey(Jessica Alexander) wets herself in the woods after seeing the Red Moon. Possible fear wetting or hypnosis wetting. Sort of relief is shown on her face. Pee Movie list entry Submitter JasperOverflow Submitted 07/13/2024 Category Female  
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    Mandy agrees to wear diapers for a week, wearing one each day and using it to its fullest! Note: I have no idea if she ever completed the week. There have only ever been the three days to purchase, but this was obviously a commission from someone, so maybe that someone got to keep days 4-7 just for them. No idea! But she sure is cute. And it's always nice to see a gal who knows how to use diapers to their leaking point!
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  11. Usually I wake up a couple times in the night to use the bathroom. One night however as I slept next to my bf, I woke up having to pee extremely bad and got up to go to the bathroom. Sat on the toilet and my stomach felt tight from having to pee so much that it felt so good to finally release. As I'm peeing I feel it hot and wet on my lower back and wake up for real this time. I had dreamt I went into the bathroom, but instead was still laying in bed and couldn't stop my bladder. Soaking my pajama shorts, the bottom of my tank, and of course my bed. All while my bf is sleeping peacefully next me. I got up slowly to to strip the soaking clothes off me and use the shower. Waking up my bf to let him know what had happened. As he has a wetting fetish he was in heaven. But I was still embarrassed at first 😳
  12. I’ve never been able to bed wet even though I’ve been trying on and off, listening to bed wetting hypnosis and sometimes going to sleep with a full bladder but nothing has worked yet!! tonight I’ve been drinking, I’m still a little drunk and I just took something to help me sleep. Before I fall asleep I’m going to drink 4 cups of water and fall asleep with a bed wetting hypnosis on. will update in the morning. my bladder is at a 2/3 out of 10 now so hopefully my bladder fills fully after I fall asleep and it lets go in my sleep will update tomorrow!!
  13. Hey everyone. This is just a short story for an idea i had a little while ago. It’s my first time writing in a while and i’m hoping that i can do good and maybe craft a story people will enjoy? Let me know what you all think, and if i should continue. ————————————————————————————————————————————— 2nd March, 2032. New York City, USA. The end of the world had only been a few weeks ago. No one really knew what had happened or, at least, what had truly happened. Some people said that a viral outbreak had occurred, some experimental bacteria had escaped, gone rogue, mutated. People died, again, and again, more and more, and now even the most beautiful places, like New York, had their streets empty, their buildings nearly desolate. That’s the world that 18 year old Hazel Edwards lives in. Hazel had always been a little bit of a timid girl, the type that didn’t like getting into arguments, or scuffles. The type that had her hyper fixations and wanted to stay home to focus on them. She hadn’t changed much in the coming weeks, but the world had, it had become a lot harder, and people like her, who sometimes didn’t have it in them to do what needed to be done, were becoming exceedingly rare. She had been in bed. Her dad, who often stayed up late doing the odd thing here, and there had been the one to wake her. To tell her that the world would never be the same..She didn’t like thinking about that night. It brought back too many memories. She was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar pang in her abdomen, and a slight hand on her shoulder. She was crouched down a little, her bum only raised a few inches off the ground. The position one would take to pee, of course, and it seemed her bladder picked up on that. You see, if there was one thing Hazel had worried about before it had all gone down, it had been her nervous, borderline incontinent bladder. She had always had a small bladder, and a history of accidents, even as a kid, but it was manageable back then. When she had hit puberty, however, things took a very sharp turn, and suddenly, she found herself having to wear protection to avoid accidents almost all the time. The only problem was that in a post apocalyptic world, where the dead somehow walk, and try to kill you, diapers aren’t something you come by very easily, they are sparse, and rare, and that means that you have to opt for the latter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts as she raised herself up, putting her hands on her knees as she spoke. “Geez. You scared me.” She said, referring to the flinch that had occurred when her companion, a girl only a year older, had touched her shoulder. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been here without her. Brooklyn Dalton. Her best friend, her one true love, though she’d never admit that to her — she had been the one to save her life on that fateful day, and it seemed she had done it countless times over. Brooklyn smiled, and shook her head lightly. “You get scared about everything, Haz.” Hazel looked down, a soft, familiar blush coating her features. It was true, she was a little bit of a scaredy cat — she was surprised Brooklyn ever had wanted to be her friend, given they had met after her puberty, after her incidents turned into frequent accidents. She shook her head a little, unable to hide the blush on her features as she spoke. ”I-I do not. Anyways — we need to get supplies today — otherwise we’re gonna hit rock bottom.” “Come on, then!” She said, matter-of-factly. She’d always been good with numbers, and keeping track of them. And medicinal supplies were hard to find sometimes, but they were rewarding and important and something they most certainly needed. She hadn’t been prepared to be pulled by the hand by her partner, who was leading her towards a nearby pharmacy, one they had scouted out before on maybe one or two previous scavenges. It made the liquid in her bladder slosh around uncomfortably, and she nervously pressed a light hand to her crotch as she was pulled along. But she wasn’t afraid to make those gestures around Brooklyn. God, her friend had seen everything. She kept up as they ran towards the pharmacy, being very careful to be light on their feet, noise attracted the creatures. As they stepped in the pharmacy, the first thing that Hazel noted that she didn’t like was the way the blue lights on the ceiling seemed to flicker ominously. She didn’t like the lighting — in fact, she’d just never liked anywhere medicinal before, they were scary places, and that antiseptic smell gave her nightmares sometimes. She stepped in, feeling the cold, chilly breeze from outside fade as the door shut quietly behind them. She glanced around, the place wasn’t completely stocked, but it had some supplies, here and there and- Diapers! She, quite embarrassingly, found them to be the first thing she ran over to, eliciting a giggle from her counterpart. ”W-What? They’re hard to come by.” She mumbled, feeling her cheeks turn warm, the rosy red effect making her try to nervously smile so that the whole situation didn’t seem awkward. She pulled open her bag, but then, feeling a sharp pang of desperation, she dropped to her knees, pressing a hand into her crotch again. This was the issue. It built suddenly, without warning — she’d be fine, and then there’d be an urge so strong that it would take her feet from under her. Brooklyn rushed to her aid, pressing a comforting hand on her back as Hazel sighed shakily. “I-I’m okay. Just a wave, it’ll pass.” She mumbled quietly, to which Brooklyn nodded a little, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze, before she wandered off to the other side, as to look for other supplies, like bandages. First aid. It made Hazel a little embarrassed that the first thing she had looked for was diapers. She opened her bag a little timidly, having to stand on her tippy toes and jump to grab whatever was left of the packages, which she stuffed snuggly in her bag. Then, zipping that up, she decided to go and check for some other items. Painkillers helped, a lot. It just sucked that they were stored in the back room. Letting Brooklyn browse, she decided to head in that direction, to see if she could actually be useful for once. She passed the threshold, and began to look on the shelves for whatever could be useful. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she did, the pangs of desperation becoming noticeably hard for her to deal with, as she kept bending a little to press a hand to the crotch of her light blue jeans. She moved again, deeper in this time, as she found some painkillers! She snatched them up in her bag, unzipping it with startlingly speed as she shoved them in, the back room was giving her the creeps and she’d like to get out of ther- As she lowered her bag, having done the zip back up, she saw it. The rabid monster, a zombie. And it was right in front of her. It swung for her face, and she just about got out of the way. Grabbing a box off the shelf, she launched it at its face, and while it made it stumble, it didn’t do much. She did her best to try and move out of the room, but given her urge..she couldn’t really run. Hisssssss…. She felt it as she tried to move sharply out of the way. A leak, it broke the seal, and she found herself trying to move slower, to avoid an accident. Priorities, girl, seriously! As she reached the threshold, she tripped over the doorwell, another leak escaped, flooding her panties and causing a wet spot to form, the size of a golf ball, on her shorts. It followed hastily, and as it attacked, she had no choice but to sort of roll onto her back from her sitting position and kick up as hard as she could. It worked, she struck it square in the jaw, but it also was way too much movement for her bladder. She started pissing herself uncontrollably, pee hissing down her stomach as she kicked again, and again, out at the freak of a monster. She shouted for Brooklyn, she could feel tears filling up in her eyes. This was too much, she was too damn scared! Then, as it overwhelmed her, her converse shoes doing little to hurt it now, Brooklyn came behind her, and struck it HARD in the face with a metal rod, crushing its jaw. Then she hit it again, and again. This gave hazel time to get her wits about her again. To try and stand on her legs, which felt like jelly as she continued to soil herself. A large puddle had formed beneath her and now she knew why she had run for the diapers first no matter how embarrassing it was. Because she needed them, to avoid this. ”S-Sorry.” She mumbled, tears trickling down her face as she forced herself up. She always got tearful after accidents like this. Because even in an apocalyptic world, people just pissing themselves wasn’t the norm. Thankfully, Brooklyn was the greatest person she could have ever met, and despite her wet clothes, enveloped her in a hug. She took a handful of the girl’s sweaty hair into her palm as she tried to soothe her. ”Hey, hey, it’s alright. It happens, okay?“ Hazel looked so embarrassed, which was definitely fair, who wouldn’t be? But she nodded, doing her best to wipe her tears with her sleeve, and the two walked out of the pharmacy a little over two minutes later. Half of that had been spent just cuddling. Hazel looked embarrassed as her friend held her hand, and they took the careful route back to the outpost, which they shared with a few other people, ones who were far less fond of Hazel’s accidents than brooklyn was. Finally, they reached home. And things looked up. Hazel was able to rest and recuperate, get out of her nasty, wet clothes, Brooklyn helped her here and there, and then, having done their duty they got to spend the rest of the night together. Hazel couldn’t remember half of it. Only that they were in the same bed together, and she was very, very tired. ————————————————————————————————————————————— hi okay so! that’s chapter one, sorry it is probably kind of ass, but the next one should be better 🙂 let me know if you guys want me to continue this.
  14. Video credited to Anelyone. PEE DESPERATION: I can't Hold my Pee and I Piss in the Shower! - Pornhub.com
  15. Going to be doing a hood over the next few days. The plan is I’ll hold until I’m desperate and once I finally loose control, I’m going to try to hold onto as much as I can until my muscles are shot. Not sure how long it’ll last but should be fun. Open to DMs or challenges
  16. I made a post with the whole story in experiences but for those who just want the video here you go! 🥰 IMG_1892.mov Wetting number 2 IMG_1895.mov And the full diaper I woke up to after having an accident in my sleep! IMG_1896.mov IMG_1898.mov
  17. So we had a 2023 post to chronicle us who bedwet for real. Our accidents, experiances, tips, funny stories and all that goes along with being an adult bedwetter. So lets start a new one for 2024!!! I'll go first, so far I have been dry in 2024, but then it is only January 1. How about you? Did you bedwet on Jan 1 or did you wake dry too? Talk about your first bedwetting incident of 2024, as true bedwetters we all know it is not a question of If we will bedwet, more a a question of when will our first bedwetting of 2024 happen. Dry Guy 2024 here.... so far.
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    Massive wetting. She starts wetting. Stops. Continues. Repeat cycle until bladder is empty. Easy pee-sy. More from my collection. I have no idea who this user is/was as I downloaded this from the now closed website, Xtube. If they are on a DNP list, I will take down the upload immediately. I decided to AI upscale this one. Looks better imo. I'll find and upload more. I do have a small collection from Xtube worth sharing.
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  19. Not sure how this will end up considering my brother is here for the 4th of July, but going to try to do a hold tonight. Only at about 3/10 right now but I’ll still be up for awhile. Anyone have any challenges? Open to DM
  20. Okay, so, as the tags imply. Something I've really wanted to do with a future S/O is just like. Us both padded up and comfy on the couch. my S/O feeling desperate, instinctively get up to go to the bathroom, but I stop them, say something like "where do you think you're going?" and of course they'd protest a little, but I'd gently ease them to sit on my lap, and I'd rest a hand atop the front of their diaper as they squirm and try to hold it. but the inevitable happens, and I can feel the front of their padding get warm beneath my hand as they tense up and cover their face. of course I'd say something like "Awe, did someone have an accident?" and they'd be all shy and blushy, and I'd cuddle them nice and close and maybe (with consent) get a little touchy anyway, heres my brain child, enjoy. its very. yeah its very tame and average but who cares smh.
  21. Hey yall, watching a show and decided to use this to see how long I can hold for. I’m wearing a diaper for leak protection so I can maybe go longer even if I leak/less clean up. Teasing and challenges are more than welcome 🤭
  22. Chapter 1: This can't be real "Ashley, did you remember to pack the camera for your sister?" Steve yelled while adding things to their car for their road trip. "Got it!" Ashley called back, lugging a heavy suitcase towards the car. She had packed meticulously, ensuring they had everything they needed for their week-long getaway. As she approached the car, she noticed Steve struggling with a large cooler. "Let me help you with that," she said, setting down the suitcase and moving to assist him. Together, they managed to load the cooler into the trunk, making space for the rest of their luggage. "Thanks, Ash," Steve said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Ashley smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment. She loved moments like these, simple and mundane yet filled with a sense of togetherness. As they finished loading the car, Ashley glanced at the time. "We should get going if we want to make it to Sarah's before dark," she said, referring to her sister. "She's expecting us to drop off the camera today." Steve nodded, closing the trunk. "Let's hit the road, then. I can't wait to get to the cabin and relax." With everything packed and ready, they climbed into the car, the engine roaring to life as Steve turned the key. As they drove off, the sun shining brightly overhead, Ashley couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It was their 4th year anniversary of dating each other. She was confident he was going to propose while out at the cabin. As they left the city, traffic grew heavier, and Steve, always the impatient one, decided to take a detour through the backroads to avoid the congestion. The scenic route wound through the mountains, offering breathtaking views of the rugged landscape. "Steve, do you know where we are going? We've never gone this way before to visit my sister." Ashley asked concerned they were going to be late. "Don't worry about it; the road has to connect at some point," he said nonchalantly. "If you say so," she replied, pulling out her phone. "Hey Sarah, we're going to be late. Steve is taking a new road this time. He's being his "adorable" self and refusing to listen to the GPS or his navigator, lol," Ashley texted her sister. Hours had gone by at this point, as they ascended higher into the mountains, their cell signal began to fade, eventually disappearing altogether. "I think we should turn back Steve," Ashley told him, concerned they might have gone too far without cell service. It's already been an hour since the last time she could do anything on her phone. Despite Ashley's protests, Steve assured her that they would soon find their way back to civilization. However, his optimism dwindled as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the desolate road. With no cell service and no GPS to guide them. Steve admitted defeat. "Okay, maybe you're right. I'll stop at the next gas station or something and ask for directions." "Or, you know we could turn around?" "How? This road isn't wide enough for me to do that." They continued down the desolate road in silence; their nerves grew with each passing minute without an opportunity to turn back around. The fading light of dusk painted the landscape in eerie shadows, heightening their sense of isolation. Suddenly, with a sputter, their car lurched to a halt, billowing smoke from beneath the hood. Steve's heart sank as he stared at the dashboard, hoping for some sign of life from the engine. Only to see the check engine light and the red lining of the temperature gauge. The silence that followed was deafening. Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, stretching her legs and taking in their surroundings. She let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone, now displaying a bleak "No Service" message. "We should start walking," Steve said, forcing confidence into his voice as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel shoulder. "Maybe there's a gas station or a house nearby where we can ask for help." Ashley nodded, though her eyes betrayed her growing unease. They began to walk up the road, the fading light casting long shadows ahead of them. The air was thick with the scent of pine trees and the distant hum of crickets. After what felt like an eternity, they came across an old, abandoned house nestled among the trees. The windows were boarded up, and the front porch sagged under the weight of neglect. Moss and leaflitter had overcome the roof nearly entirely. Ivy stretched up one side of the house threatening to overtake the decrepit structure. Steve hesitated, looking at the house and the setting sun, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud. "We should keep going," he suggested, his voice tight with unease. Ashley hesitated an urgency in her bladder demanding her attention. "I have to go," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "And it's getting dark. We'll just go in, use the bathroom, and leave." Reluctantly, Steve nodded, his stomach churning with apprehension as they approached the crumbling porch. Couldn't she just go by a bush? The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior choked with dust and cobwebs. As they stepped inside, a chill wind whispered through the empty rooms, sending shivers down their spines. Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut. WHAM Ashley and Steve both jumped at the loud noise, turning to see the door closed. Steve nervously scanned the dimly lit interior, his hand instinctively reaching for Ashley's. "Must've been some strong wind," he muttered, trying to rationalize the sudden slamming of the door. Ashley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to suppress the rising panic. "Yeah, let's just find the bathroom and get out of here," she agreed, her voice trembling slightly. Standing in the hallway, their senses were on high alert, every creak and groan of the old house setting their nerves on edge. Ashley was about to take another step down the hallway when a sudden movement caught her eye. Turning towards the source of the disturbance, she froze in terror as a figure emerged from the shadows—a grotesque, life-sized mannequin with hollow eyes and a frozen smile. "Welcome, little ones," it cooed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. "It's time to play!" Steve and Ashley's hearts pounded in their chests as the figure began charging towards them frantically. Waving its arms about wildly. They froze on the spot, their minds unable to comprehend the surreal situation unfolding before them. Closing their eyes, they braced themselves for the inevitable. Suddenly, the mannequin's voice softened, sending a chill down their spines. "Uh-oh, looks like someone snuck their way out of the playroom," it said, its tone almost playful. "You two should know better. You wouldn't want to get in trouble, now would we?" Its smile widened to an unnatural length. Confused, Steve and Ashley cautiously opened their eyes. To their astonishment, the mannequin now loomed large before them, towering over them like a giant. Its appearance had changed. It was no longer grotesque. Instead, it looked more like a middle-aged woman from the 60s. But it wasn't just her; the entire house had transformed, everything around them appearing larger than life. They were no longer their adult selves but had shrunk down to the size of toddlers, surrounded by oversized furniture and toys. Steve and Ashley blinked in disbelief, trying to make sense of their surreal surroundings. They realized that the abandoned house had undergone a dramatic transformation. What was once a decrepit, abandoned building now appeared pristine and inviting, as if frozen in time from its heyday as a bustling daycare center. The walls were painted in bright, cheerful colors and adorned with whimsical murals of smiling animals and playful children. Sunshine streamed in through large windows, casting warm, golden rays across the room, nothing like the outside they had just come from. Toys were neatly arranged in colorful bins, and child-sized furniture dotted the space. There was a cubby system across from the stairs in front of them, where kids hung their coats and placed their shoes. But despite the seemingly idyllic atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered in the air. The silence that filled the room was heavy with the weight of the unknown, and a creeping sense of dread clawed at the edges of their consciousness. "What... what's happening?" Ashley whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she clung to Steve's hand, her eyes wide with fear. Steve shook his head, his mind reeling with disbelief. "I-I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty and fear."This can't be real." The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Oh, but it is my dears," it said, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light as its face switched in and out from the pristine woman to its grotesque state. "You're here to play, just like all the other little ones who came before you." As the realization of their predicament sank in, Ashley and Steve exchanged a terrified glance, their hearts pounding in their chests. They turned towards the door, desperate to escape, but to their horror, they found that the once easily reachable doorknob was now far beyond their grasp, towering above them like a monument to their helplessness. "We need to get out of here," Ashley cried, her voice tinged with panic as she tugged futilely at the door. "This can't be happening." Steve's mind raced, trying to make sense of their surreal situation. "There's no way out," his voice trembling with fear as he scanned the room for an escape route. The mannequin's voice cut through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "I'm afraid leaving is not an option, my dears," it said, its tone eerily calm. "You see, you're here to play, and play you shall." Steve and Ashley turned towards the mannequin, their eyes wide with fear and their backs pressed up against the door. It approached them, its towering figure casting a long shadow over them. Ashley's heart sank as she felt a warm trickle down her leg, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she was wetting her pants in fear. The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Looks like someone had an accident," it said, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. "No matter, we'll get you cleaned up in no time." With a swift motion, the mannequin scooped up Steve and Ashley in its enormous arms, carrying them away from the door and up the stairs into the daycare. Steve and Ashley struggled against its grip, but it was no use. They were at the mercy of the supernatural force that held them captive. As they were carried through the daycare, they passed by a room with empty cribs and playpens, their surroundings a surreal mix of childhood innocence and eerie abandonment. The mannequin brought them to a brightly lit room filled with changing tables and stacks of diapers, a hint to their new reality. "Now, now, little ones," the mannequin cooed, placing them on the changing tables. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for playtime." Steve and Ashley exchanged a terrified glance, their minds reeling with fear and confusion. How had they ended up in this nightmare? And more importantly, was there a way out?
  23. Growing up I never wet the bed. It was actually my sister that wet to bed well into her teens, which in turn made bedwetting the one part of omo I didn't like. Anyway, after I started drinking there were a couple times when I wet the bed after a drunken night, but that was it. I went through a diaper lover phase in my early twenties but lost interest in it for some reason. Fast forward to 5 years ago, being 30 years old in good shape and no medical conditions. I started noticing my bladder had grown pretty weak. My theory is a lot of high stress, fight or flight situations, along with a very bad habit of holding for way too long my whole life, have contributed to this happening but I digress. The first sign of having a problem was peeing my pants in traffic on a long distance delivery job where in the past I felt like I would have made it. Then I started waking up and needing to pee more during the night, sometimes desperate. This continued for a few months, and I remember one night having that thought for the first time "if I don't go use the bathroom am I going to pee the bed?". One night not too long after that my wife and I were watching a scary movie. I don't like horror movies, I never have. but my wife loves them and having been together 4 years at that point, I wanted to take interest in what she likes. I don't remember what we started off with but this night we had gotten to a movie called The nun. None (no pun intended lol) of the movies we had watched so far had really scared me and my guard was down. My wife was sitting in front of me between my legs on our bed while I rubbed her shoulders. There was a jump scare that got me so bad, I actually peed a little! She felt a warm spot on her butt and turned around to me with her mouth wide. "DID YOU JUST PEE?!" My lips pursed I just nodded "Yep" And we both burst out laughing together. After the movie I told her about the issues I'd been having over really, the last 6 months at that point and she convinced me to go to the doctor. So the next day off I went to get a checkup and blood drawn. Everything came back great so my mind was somewhat at ease but also meant I might be right about my bladder getting weaker. Fast forward another week later. My wife and I watched another scary movie. This time is was a flick called Annabelle. Before it started my wife was joking with me about not peeing my pants and gently poking fun at me. We watched it and I came out the other side dry as a kite. I ribbed her back saying this was an even scarier movie and not a dribble. She feined surprise and congratulated me jokingly lol. But then she told me she was surprised because this movie is based on real events and it really happened. I'm not a believer of the supernatural really so I brushed her off. Determined to prove this to me, she pulled out her phone and showed me pictures of the actual family. allong different things I don't really remember now, but had me questioning reality a bit lol. Going to bed that night for whatever reason I couldn't get the image of the possession that happened in the movie out of my head. I kept getting up and drinking water taking a hit of weed and trying to fall asleep. Once finally asleep, I had the most terrifying nightmare of my life. Where I was lying on the floor pinned down by the demon in the movie and it vomited in my mouth over and over again. I woke up the next morning with my beautiful wife leaning over me asking if I had a nightmare, with concern and slight amusement on her face. Coming back to reality I felt stupid and laughed a little. She smiled at me, was it the movie?? We both laughed as I denied it jokingly even though we both knew it was. I started to move for the first time, and froze immediately in place. Everything felt damp. "Yeah... you wet the bed babe" she showed her teeth a little giving me a half grimace half supportive smile and rubbed my shoulder. Then continued "Drenched actually might be a better word" I was speechless, surveying the damage together, she had taken the blanket off me in my sleep and I was laying in the middle of at least a 3 ft wide wet spot. I had peed buckets. Thankfully we have a Cali king so none of it reached my wife. "Maybe no more scary movies for now, I don't think you can handle them." While she continued to rub my shoulder. My gray shorts were completely dark. I shook my head and apologized while I sat up. She told me it was fine just to go take a shower. I could feel her eyes watching me as I got out of the bed, feeling my shirt sticking to my back all the way up between my shoulder blades. I made the comment "Whew babe it's all the way up my back, I must've drank too much water" (I tried to make an excuse). Already pulling the covers off the bed she replied "Yes, you peed a lot like one of the kids". She spoke matter of factly, not meaning to come off condescending but that comment hit me like a ton of bricks. (And a lot of those types of comments since) At this point the majority of what I felt was shame and embarrassment. Once in the shower I chalked it up to a one-off accident and tried to put it out of my mind. This wound up being just the beginning. I had the same dream the next night, and the night after, with the same soaking wet results. The 3rd night, my wife woke me in the middle of the night after she reached over to check if I had wet and alerted me that I had. As I got up she made the comment to herself that it was still warm so it must've just happened, cursing under her breath if only she had woken me a little sooner. In the morning she sat me down and told me I should order some diapers and wear them until I get whatever's going on figured out. That she didn't think any less of me but the laundry was getting old fast. Spoiler alert, the dreams stopped, but within another month I was wetting almost nightly, and still wear diapers to bed every night to this day. After going through some initial self loathing I've come to accept the status quo and leaned back into my diaper lover side to cope. My wife has become completely calous to it and it's now normal for me to be padded. She even suggested I wear on road trips to limit the stops lol. She's confided in some of her friends about it. Even my mother in law knows and is used to seeing me in bulging pajamas if she comes over early enough in the morning. There's a lot more to tell about how the situation progressed. I'm looking forward to sharing more stories of my humiliation and shame that wind up coupling with conflicting excitement that come with being a married adult bedwetter with an omo fetish. Through my situation my humiliation and diaper fetishes have grown tremendously, as I've found it easier to find ways to enjoy being a bed wetter and try to make it fun rather than hate and resent myself for it. In the future I'll probably post the stories in the omutsu padded experiences as they'll center more around diapers.
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