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Part 1 Princess Marion sighed, looking out the window of her family's private jet. The large river that made up the border of Corinthius and Treant could be seen barely down below. Marion, like many other princess, was being married off to a prince. Her prince was Prince Wilbur of Corinthius, and she had met him few times before now. He was a kind young man, and was very good looking. He had managed to charm Marion a couple times, and despite their few meetings they had become close through messages and video calls. As a gift to Marion before the wedding plans got into full swing, they offered to host her birthday ball, the one announcing she was coming of age. Her family had accepted the offer, and now they were on their way to the Corinthian palace. Marion had only been there once, and it was almost as beautiful as the Treantian one (or maybe she was biased.). "Marion? Marion!" Her mother's voice cut into her thoughts. "Were you listening?" Marion looked up. "Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?" "I said that we're going to be a little late, so we'll be taken to our rooms to quickly prepare for your birthday ball." She said. The queen smiled. "Oh, it was so kind of the Everson's to host your ball!" Marion nodded absentmindedly. In her abdomen, she felt a small twinge. Marion shrugged it off. When you're in a royal family, you have to have an iron bladder. She knew she'd be fine for a while. ~~~~~ When the plane landed, the king, queen, and heir of Corinthius were waiting. Prince Wilbur walked up to Marion and gave her a hug. "It's really great to see you again!" He said, smiling. A smile spread across Marion's face. "Yeah." Even though Marion and Wilbur were in an arranged marriage, it seemed they could make it work. Maybe even be actually in love. Wilbur was kind, and matched Marion's outwardly cold personality. Wilbur grabbed her hand and led her inside before she could say hello to the king and queen. She would just greet them later. "Mother and father said I could take you to your room." He ways saying, still bright and cheerful. "I heard that the ball is going to be a lot of fun!" "I wouldn't expect anything less from the king and queen of Corinthius." Marion replied. Wilbur slowed down a bit. "You're... okay with everything, right?" Marion raised a brow. "What do you mean?" "Like, the whole marriage thing. I know it'll be a little weird, but we're good friends, right? It should be okay?" Marion patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Wilbur. Maybe we can hang out in between wedding planning so that it'll feel more comfortable." Wilbur seemed more assured. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks, Mar." "Anytime." Marion felt another twinge in her bladder and bit back an annoyed sigh. It wasn't uncomfortable yet, but the constant reminder was annoying. Wilbur led Marion to a nice guest room, with white walls and a plush, white carpeted floor. The bedspread was a light yellow, and there was a pale teal canopy above the bed. It was a nice space, and had the Corinthian colors on it. Marion smiled as she saw a grand piano by the balcony entrance. Wilbur saw her smile and grinned. "Mother and father know you like playing the piano, so they had it moved in here before you came. It'll also be moved to our room after we get... uh, married." He smiled nervously. Marion felt her heart beat a little faster. The prince was cute when he was nervous... maybe she was falling in love already after all. There was a knock on the door, and then three young women came in. Wilbur waved at them. "Hello Lucielle, Mary, and Josephine." He turned back towards Marion. "Marion, these are your servants. They're very kind young ladies, and I know you all will get along well!" Marion smiled at the girls. "Hello." "Nice to meet you, your majesty." Josephine said, curtsying. The other two followed suite. "It's nice to meet you as well." Marion replied. Wilbur walked towards the door. "I'll leave you to it! See you tonight, Marion!" He smiled. She noticed Wilbur was very smiley today. It made Marion's heart flutter again. Lucielle looked at Marion. "I'll prepare your shower, and then we'll get you in your dress! It'll be a wonderful evening." Mary nodded, smiling. Marion wondered if she just wasn't too chatty... they would probably become close. ~~~~~ After Marion took a shower, the girls started preparing her for the ball. The dress she was wearing was a long, rose-red tulle dress with off the shoulder short sleeves. It was beautiful, and the red matched the color of her golden-brown eyes and dirty-blonde hair. Mary tied a white ribbon around the high waist of the dress, which pressed against Marion's bladder and returned her mind to her growing need. She hadn't peed for quite a while, and that combined with the water she had during the flight and while she was getting ready made her a tad bit uncomfortable. Still, she would need to be able to hold her composure for a while. After the girls were done, Marion walked down the hall and towards the grand door to the ballroom. Wilbur was waiting there, looking nervous. His suite matched the color of Marion's dressed, and they looked like a good pair together. His fluffy, dark brown hair was in his eyes, which made him look pretty cute. Marion noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. "You... you look amazing." He said. Marion smiled. "Likewise. Are you ready?" He took a deep breath. "Yep! Let's do this!" Marion held his hand as the doors open, and the two stepped out into the ballroom. The large crowd had already gathered, and they took in the future king and queen on Corinthius. Soon after the two entered, the ball started to become more fun, with food and drinks and a lot of talking. Marion and Wilbur stuck together most of the time, chatting with the guests. A few hours into the celebration, Marion suddenly felt a wave of desperation. She bit the inside of her cheek. I didn't know I had to go that badly! All the refreshments must've gone straight to my bladder... Marion looked over at Wilbur, waiting until they had a moment without anyone trying to chat with them. "Do you know when the party will be over?" Marion asked, keeping her voice down. Wilbur shrugged. "It'll probably be a while. Until eleven at least." Marion felt alarmed. Eleven?! It's only six o' clock! "Uh, Marion?" She snapped back into it. "Sorry, I zoned out... what did you say?" "I asked if you were okay." Wilbur said, looking a little concerned. Marion forced a smile. "I'm just a little peopled out already, heh." She lied. "I can try and get us away from the party for a bit." Wilbur offered. Marion shook her head. "No, it's fine. Besides, people would probably... er... talk if you know what I mean." Wilbur's face flushed a little. "Y-Yeah." Marion smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder again. He got flustered pretty easily! Marion fought back an irritated sigh as she felt another wave of desperation, that white ribbon tied tightly and pressing against her quickly filling bladder... To be continued

View File KEPA-017 KEPA-017-01 - A woman desperate to pee gets trapped in conversation and ends up wetting herself. KEPA-017-02 - A drunk woman desperate to pee is seen hunched over some barrels. A man walking along sees her and try's offering his help. The woman unable to walk lays on her back on the floor as the man try's to help her stand back up. Just as he helps her back on her feet she wets herself. After she gets done wetting herself she wraps her arm around his neck and starts playing with herself. KEPA-017-03 - A woman puts on a how for her boss by sitting on some desk's and playing with herself for a little bit before wetting her panties. KEPA-017-04 - A schoolgirl sits down next to an older man and try's flirting with him. However the man doesn't seem to interested so she pulls up her skirt and wets herself infront of him. Once she gets done she grabs his hand and rubs it against her now wet panties. Screenshots are in order of the files KEPA-017 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File CESD-897 CESD-897 It Felt So Good That I Wet Myself, I'm Sorry… Maria Nagai. CESD-897-01 - A desperate woman gets locked outside the bathroom and wets herself. CESD-897-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she starts pissing on the floor. CESD-897-03 - The actress wearing something sexy pulls her panties to the side and pees on the floor. CESD-897-04 - The actress sits on a couch while a man uses multiple vibrators to make her wet herself/piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-897-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before taking her panties off and peeing on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-897 Uncut contains everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

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View File F41-01 F41-01 - Outdoor excretion series: twin peeping cameras. Acrobatic outdoor pisses and shits. I did try to edit around the pooping stuff but kept getting errors so hear are all the scat warnings in each file. F41-01-01 - 2:34 - 7:22 23:26 - 27:41 F41-01-02 - 7:30 - 11:00 20:40 - 24:39 F41-01-03 - 4:43 - 7:30 16:00 - 19:20 27:20 - 31:10 F41-01-04 This file is mainly just all pooping Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

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Alright. Due to how things went in the previous thread, I made a new one with some rules this time to make sure everything go well: -i allow people to post suggestions, but I do not consider them to be requests. Just ideas I can use when I don't have anything in mind. -No talking about drama or any controversial stuffs, I really hate it, and I'm only here to post art -No arguments Here's all the art I already made (the fnf art can be found in another thread): Those two didn't load properly for some reason

Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

Got diapered up to start a gaming session, i don't plan to change at all so im sure im going to soak the chair and carpet. Im curious to see how many times i will pee before its time for bed

Note: This story is heavily based on Lauren's Game by @Tinkletown and the images are taken from the game as well. Hope you all enjoy it. Prologue: Peggy was an 18 year old high school girl. She had a very simple lifestyle and her only focus was on her studies. She was an excellent student and was always the topper of the class. Because of her simplicity and nerdiness nobody wanted to be friends with her and would only talk to her for favors of completing their assignments. She only had one friend, Amanda. They both knew each others since 3rd grade. It was a normal day apart from the fact that the temperature was almost 38 degree Celsius. It was absolutely boiling out there. Everything was normal until 4th period. The 4th period was games period. As soon as the bell rang all of the students left their seats and started moving towards the gymnasium. The girls and boys went to their respective locker rooms for changing their clothes. After they had changed, they did a little warm-up and then started playing basketball. This continued for the next 45 minutes. Everybody was exhausted from the intense workout. Peggy was only able to score 4 points and her team lost by a margin of 14 points. She was very thirsty. Her thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. After changing she immediately went towards the water dispenser and drank a huge amount of liquid to quench her thirst. The bell had rung and the recess had started. She took her lunch box and went to the cafeteria along with Amanda. The duo sat at their favorite spot and started chatting. They both opened their lunch boxes. Peggy had brought her usual peanut-butter sandwich and Amanda had brought tacos. They started eating the food. Amanda offered Peggy a taco. Peggy took a bite of the taco. It was too hot for Peggy's liking. She somehow swallowed the bolus of the taco. Her mouth turned into a tomato. She started coughing badly. Amanda quickly gave her water bottle. She chugged a few sips but it was not working. After drinking almost half of the bottle she calmed down. The recess was finally over. Peggy and Amanda went back to their class. The class went on for like 20 minutes and Peggy was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt a tingle in her bladder. All that liquid that she drank earlier was starting to show its effect. The Story (narrated from the perspective of Peggy) It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture and every passing second on the clock seemed like an hour. I should have went to the toilet before the class, I thought to myself. I was in a terrible situation. I cannot use my hand to hold my crotch without getting the attention from the teacher miss Patrick. A little longer into the class it became almost impossible for me to hold my urges. I rose my hand and asked miss Patrick "Miss may I please use the restroom?" To which she responded "Peggy you know the rules, I am afraid that I cannot allow you the leave the class." I gave a whimper after hearing her statement. The pressure inside my bladder was becoming unbearable. I started squirming in my seat which was noticed by all of the students sitting near me. Soon the entire class started whispering about my situation. I was clenching as hard as I could just to avoid making a mess. The arms of the clock were moving like a snail. Eventually it became almost impossible to hold it in and I leaked a bit. I somehow with all my might was able to cut off the flow. Luckily the damage was not visible. I again raised my hand and asked with my cracking voice "Miss Patrick I really need to use the restroom, It is an emer......." Before I was able to complete my sentence another wave of desperation hit me and a spurt of pee escaped. This time I was literally helpless to cut off the flow of pee. The flood gates opened. My bladder literally bursted. My worst nightmare was becoming a reality in front of my eyes. I was peeing myself at the age of 18 like a toddler while the whole class stared at me. I peed for almost 20 seconds. A huge puddle was formed below my chair. I was brought to tears by my inability to hold my urine inside. I was weeping with my head down on the bench while my classmates watched my embarrassment. Some were in complete shock, some were laughing and some were gossiping about me. "This type of behavior is unacceptable in my class Peggy. Clean up your mess and go to the nurse's room immediately." Miss Patrick yelled at me. I somehow was able to clean up some amount of the puddle with my handkerchief. I was trembling badly. I was just not able to walk properly as I was in a state of shock. Amanda grabbed me and helped me clean up my puddle and she took me to the nurse's office. While walking through the corridor everyone was staring at my wet skirt and it was obvious that they knew that I had wet myself. Amanda still consoled in every way she could but I was not able to get myself together. When we reached the nurse's office, I was not able to speak for myself and explain my situation. Amanda explained the nurse about my accident. She was very sympathetic towards me and helped me take off my wet clothes and get changed into new ones. It was unfortunate that she didn't had a pair of underwear and the skirt which she gave me was a bit short. I felt almost exposed wearing that skirt but that was the best alternative. I returned back to the class with Amanda. My head was down in shame and I was not able to make eye contact with anyone. When I sat down, I was sure that people who were sitting behind me had a clear view of my bare bottom. I sat down on the chair which was still a little bit wet but I had no choice. It was uncomfortable to sit on that cold and wet chair. When the class was nearing its end I felt the same tingling sensation in my bladder. It looked like I had not completely urinated out the content. There was still some pee left within my bladder. I wanted to ask to use the toilet but I was not able to gather the courage to even raise my hand. It was inevitable that I would leak again. My only savior was the period bell. I began squirming in my chair again. I was only praying that somehow this nightmare would end and I could use the toilet. I guess that today was not my day. Everything that could go wrong was happening with me. I leaked again. I was able to cut off the flow again. Luckily my skirt was saved from the damage and the pee didn't hit the floor. The bell rang. I eagerly waited for the teacher to leave the class. As soon as she left, I quickly got up and made a wild dash towards the restroom. I leaked again in the classroom and with no panties to protect me this time, the pee directly fell on the floor. My classmates were able to make out that I was having an accident again. I didn't care to listen to any comments. My only priority was to reach the toilet without leaking any further. I was running in the corridor holding my crotch like a wild horse. I managed to enter the restroom without any further damage. I used the toilet and made sure that I released everything this time. I returned back to the class. Everyone was still gossiping about my accident and passing comments. In a single day I became the talk of the entire school. The entire day I didn't talked to anybody. When the final bell rang, I was not in the condition make eye contact with anybody, even with Amanda. When I got back home, I hugged my mom and again bursted into tears. She was shocked and confused about my sudden outburst. I explained her the whole scenario while weeping and sobbing. She consoled and made me calm down. For the next few days I didn't went to school and my mom also understood that I needed time to recover from this tragic accident. Amanda came home frequently to give me the notes and cheer me up. Finally I made up my mind to go to school. I was a bit scared to face my classmates. I was fearing that they would definitely pass mean comments about me. I went to the nurse's office to return the skirt which she gave to me. Then I slowly moved towards my classroom. Opposite to my expectations, everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Everything was going well until recess. I went outside with miss Jefferson to ask some doubts about the lectures that I had missed. When I returned to my seat I saw an adult diaper there. 'The Squad' was there laughing out loud. Their laugh almost felt satanic to me. 'The Squad' I think every school has a group of girls/bitches who think they own the place. My situation was hardly any different. 'The Squad' had 4 members 1. Emily: The richest girl in class 2. Charlotte: The hottest girl in class 3. Ava: School basketball team captain 4. Sophia: The Head cheerleader These bitches can make anyone's life a living hell. Seeing the diaper on my seat, tears were brought to my eyes. I literally felt disgusted for existing. I ran away from the class with my watery eyes choking on my sobs. "Peggy! wait" Amanda tried to stop me but I was too carried away by my emotions. I ignored her call and ran away into the parking lobby where nobody was there at that point of time. I sat on a bench nearby and started crying out loud. TO BE CONTINUED So that wraps up Part 1 of the story. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to share your views about the story and suggestions to help me improve. I am open to constructive criticism. Thank you

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

Finally, Suresh saw a gymnasium and hurried towards it, hoping to use the urinals there, but to his dismay, the door to the gymnasium was locked. His bladder felt like it had a knife stabbing from inside, it was filled with an awful lot of urine. It was so full in fact that he couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk and the thought of looking further for a toilet terrified him. He had to piss like a racehorse but had nowhere to go; he squeezed his cock in desperation, stuck in his dilemma while he stood there, his bladder about to explode with the force of a nuclear bomb when he heard a familiar voice call out to him "Suresh! What are you doing here? I thought you left for home already," he turned around to see it was Nemali, "Come on, I'll drive you home," she said. “Oh, Nemali ma'am, is that you? I-I'm dying for the loo” Suresh blurted out, relieved to see someone he knew as he hobbled towards the Mercedes Maybach S650 she was sitting in, “Oh, thank goodness, could you drop me home? I can’t wait for a piss!” he sighed, embarrassed at admitting his predicament while struggling to walk towards her car, stricken with panic as he reached for the door and gratefully climbed in next to her. Nemali was a bit taken aback at his sudden confession. Being the Chief Financial Officer of the company, she had not expected a subordinate to be so upfront with her, “How long have you been standing here?” she asked as she saw him struggling to put on his seat belt, “I thought you went home?” “Oh, I have been waiting here for almost half an hour” he said, “Couldn’t book a cab and the one that I got showed a 1-Hour wait until pick up.” “Oh, that sounds bad,” Nemali said as she drove. "Oh, thank you so much for helping me, I don’t know what I would have done had you not shown up" Suresh sighed gratefully as he crossed his knees tightly, hoping to give some rest to his foot long cock while he put a hand firmly on his upper thigh. Nemali smiled and said, "No problem. We're a team, and we should look out for each other." “Oh, t-thank you so much...you don’t know how much that means to me,” he said, “S-so how was your day?” he asked her, trying to divert the conversation and take his mind off from his pressing need. “Oh, it was great,” she answered, “How about you?” “It was good, just really busy, I'm glad it's over…but..err…Nemali Ma’am, I am sorry to bother you, but would you know of any toilets nearby?” Suresh abruptly asked, bending a bit forward, his need becoming very urgent. Nemali couldn’t believe that he could dare to speak like that in front of her, moreover she could not believe that he would even think that a polished and high status woman like her would know of someplace so dirty and despicable like a public toilet, “I am sorry, Suresh but I don’t know,” Nemali answered, “Don’t worry, you’ll be home soon…” she told him. “Oh, thank you… could you please hurry,” he pleaded to her. He had never held his piss this long ever before in his life. “Oh dear, looks like you are bursting,” Nemali sighed at his plight. “Oh, you have no idea how full my bladder had gotten during the last visit, I really thought I wasn’t going to make it back to the office,” he struggled for a breath, “I thought so many times to just ask the client to excuse me for minute while I quickly used the toilet on the property but then I…I realized that doing so would come across as really unprofessional and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my boss….” "Wait, you've been waiting all that time?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "Did you use the toilet at the office?" "Oh, that's where I was headed as soon as I got back from the home tour," Suresh explained. "But the urinals were closed for cleaning, so I couldn't use them. That's why I decided to get a cab and go home instead." Nemali’s heart skipped a beat, “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that,” she tried to console him, “Well, just asking, when was the last time you went to the toilet anyway?” she inquired, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. “Well, this is embarrassing but I couldn’t visit the toilet today because of all the work,” Suresh forced his words as he labored for his breath. Nemali looked at him in disbelief ,”Oh you must be going out of your mind needing the loo then!,” she said, unable to fathom how he had managed to hold on for so long. Suresh just hoped she drover faster. He didn't want to tell her how much he had to drink that day but by when he had stepped out of the office to show properties to his clients that morning, he had already emptied a whole 20-liter water can, fueling up for what he knew would be a long day. It hadn’t stopped there though. Throughout the day, he had consumed almost 24 cups of extra-large Trenta cups of coffee from Starbucks, each holding a whopping 31 ounces and while showing properties to his clients, he was able to enjoy a total of 12 pots of the green tea, offered by the hospitable hosts or occupants, he drank it for the health of his kidneys as he had made sure to stay hydrated and energized throughout his busy day of property showings, fueling up on his favorite beverages and not letting thirst get in the way of his work. He let out a sigh, finally being able to focus on holding his river of piss now that he knew he was on his way home. "Oh, thank you so much, you have no idea how much I need to go," he again said gratefully. He did not want to think what he would do if he could not reach his home on time before his bladder exploded, he just hoped that would not happen. "Don't worry about it," Nemali said, smiling. His bladder had felt like a boulder while he had been trying to get inside that gymnasium, it was so full he wasn’t even able to take a step, but he thanked God when Nemali showed up at the right time, though now his need was more urgent than before and he knew it was going to be a very close call. Nemali on the other hand felt a bit tired after her day at work. She was a thorough professional who prioritized her work above all else. Now at the age of twenty-four, Nemali was the Chief Financial Officer of the real estate firm, with her sights set on becoming the CEO in the next few years. Nemali's academic achievements had been nothing short of stellar. She had secured a seven-figure scholarship while applying to the state university to pursue a degree in Economics where she eventually went on to secure the highest rank in all of her semesters. Her friends even called her a "Human Calculator" in teasing. She had been a multifaceted champion, excelling in both chess and badminton during her school and university years and had a reputation as a tenacious and versatile chess player, recognized as the unofficial state champion, and a dominant force in badminton for well over a decade, with gold medals in state and national championships. While completing her undergraduate studies, she had taken on the Chartered Accountancy examinations and also enrolled in a rigorous Chartered Financial Analyst program. She studied for the exams while pursuing her undergraduate degree and cleared all three levels of the CFA program in just two years. After completing her undergraduate degree and achieving the CA and CFA qualifications, Nemali had decided to pursue an MBA in Finance from a top business school in the country. She enrolled in the program and was soon recognized as a top performer, earning several accolades and awards for her academic achievements. She was young and beautiful and she had achieved what only a few exceptional individuals could. Her expertise and professional prowess had set her apart from the vast majority of professionals in her field. Nemali had always cared deeply about her appearance and always dressed in stylish clothes, suits with trousers or skirts, and looked every bit a fashion model. Though Nemali's stunning beauty was often the talk of the office, she had never paid attention to her colleagues who could not help but gaze in awe as she walked down the hallways of the office building. Many of them had tried to win her heart, but to no avail. Nemali had politely turned down every marriage proposal, explaining that her career was her only priority. While some may have found this attitude surprising, it was no secret that Nemali was fiercely driven and focused towards her goals. Her ambition was evident in everything she did, from her impressive academic record to her rapid ascent up the corporate ladder. She lived an extravagant lifestyle, with a wardrobe filled with designer clothing and accessories. She enjoyed visiting the most exclusive and opulent restaurants, known for their high-quality food, impeccable service, and luxurious atmosphere. Her dining choices ranged from Michelin-starred restaurants to trendy hotspots that catered to the elite, where she could enjoy exotic delicacies and the finest vintage wines. With a penchant for luxury, she was particularly drawn to restaurants with stunning views or lavish interiors that matched her high-end lifestyle. She had even made a significant investment in purchasing a luxurious apartment last year that sprawled across four floors of a high-rise building situated in the prime location of the city. The opulent space was a testament to Nemali's success and reflected her refined taste and appreciation for the finer things in life. From the panoramic views to the premium amenities, Nemali had spared no expense in curating her dream home. It was almost around 7 PM now which put them at the city tunnel in the height of rush hour traffic. Getting through the tunnel at this time in the evening usually took about a half hour and the fact that the distance from Suresh’s home to the tunnel was almost thirty minutes by what he had told her, Nemali had prepared herself for a hour long ride to his place. As they inched their way to the tunnel Nemali saw a look of worry on Suresh’s face. When they entered the tunnel, the traffic came to a screeching halt, inching forward at a snail's pace. The traffic was moving slowly and after a few minutes Nemali could see Suresh crossing and uncrossing his legs. Soon he was moaning in agony and doubling over at the waist. She could tell that he was really struggling to hold on but there was nothing much she could do to help him other than get him home as soon as possible. The traffic continued to move ever so slowly and at one point came to a complete halt. Nemali noticed Suresh trembling as he tried hard to contain himself. She kept glancing down at his crotch, hoping to see a wet patch but it was dry. The minutes dragged on, and the traffic was at a complete standstill, leaving Suresh's bladder on the brink of bursting, but he didn’t utter a word out of sheer embarrassment. He could still feel all that liquid pumping into his exhausted organ. Nemali couldn't help but glance down at his crotch again, wondering how he was still holding on. He commented that he had to go really bad and Nemali kept encouraging him by telling him to think of something else. She knew though, that he could think of nothing else at this time except his dire need to urinate. Finally, after about thirty-five minutes inside the tunnel the traffic began to move forward, inch by inch and Nemali began to drive along with it. "Oh, please can we stop somewhere, my bladder is bursting", Suresh exclaimed, “I need to go so bad." Nemali assured him that she would pull over as soon as she could but then the traffic stopped again, briefly as cars were lead out of the tunnel. They were still only about mid-way through. A cop stood at the end of the tunnel letting about ten cars out at a time so as not to create a bottle-neck of traffic in the street outside the tunnel. Nemali glanced at Suresh’s crotch once more. She was in awe of how long he was holding such a bad piss. They were still at a standstill when Suresh let out a moan of agony, “Oh, I‘m bursting…” He just kept saying "Oh, I'm so embarrassed" but Nemali told him not to worry, and that it could happen to anyone. The traffic began to move, and she drove ahead carefully. Finally, they were out of the dark tunnel, but still crawling in traffic. At this point, Suresh told Nemali he couldn't even talk, because if he did he was going to loose control. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hand pressed hard against his crotch as he tried to contain the massive pressure in his bladder. "N-Nemali ma’am, I am sorry to bother you but I really need to take a piss now! Can we please find a toilet?" he said with a look of desperation. Nemali nodded, "Of course, I'll find one as soon as possible," she said, her eyes darting around for any signs of a public restroom. There were many restaurants in that part of the city, but trying to find a parking place was hard on a good day. Now, with all of the cars that just came out of the tunnel, it was near to impossible. The city was not the kind of place where one could pull over and pee on the side of the road either. There were wall to wall people on the streets, and lots of policemen around. Nemali was hurrying so that Suresh could get to a toilet and finally let it out. Her heart raced as she navigated through the bustling city streets, searching for a parking spot, while Suresh was on the verge of losing control. She quickly took a turn and drove down a crowded street, trying to keep her eyes peeled for any sign of a restroom. Suresh's need was growing more urgent by the second. He squirmed in his seat, his breaths becoming shallower as he tried to hold on. Finally, they spotted a small public restroom on the side of the road and Nemali quickly pulled over before Suresh jumped out of the car and ran inside, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist and opening the button on his trousers but as he reached the entrance, the attendant stopped him. "Excuse me, sir. You need to pay one rupee to use the restroom," the attendant said. Suresh's eyes widened in shock, "I don't have any change on me. Please, I really need to use the toilet," he begged. "I'm sorry, sir. No payment, no entry," the attendant replied, folding his arms. Suresh frantically searched his pockets, hoping to find a coin he had missed. But his pockets were empty. In defeat, he closed the button of his trousers and fastened his belt around his aching bladder, still tightly holding his river of urine, while he hobbled back to the car as fast as his inflated urine tank would allow and knocked on the window, trying to get Nemali's attention. "Nemali, I need a coin. Please, I can’t wait any longer," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. “Oh, dear,” Nemali quickly searched through her purse, but unfortunately she had no coins either. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't have any change on me," she said, her voice filled with concern. Overwhelmed, Suresh moaned in agony and helplessness. He hurried back to the restroom and begged the attendant once more, but the man refused to budge. Crushed at the refusal, Suresh returned to the car, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said, his voice shaking with emotion as he closed the door after climbing in, crossing his legs in desperation. Nemali placed a comforting hand on his knee, "It's okay, Suresh. We'll find another toilet," she said, her voice filled with sympathy but Suresh did not respond, he was dying for a wee. Nemali started to drive as fast as she could and they were just a few minutes away from his residence when all of a sudden her phone rang; it was her real estate agent Shefali. Though she was the Chief Financial Officer of a company in the real estate industry she preferred to use an outside agency to help her with personal transactions so that she could focus on her own work and avoid any conflicts of interest that might arise if she were to handle her own personal transactions. It was a sensible decision on her part to help her with the purchase, rather than relying on her own company's resources. "Good evening, Shefali," Nemali answered in a poised voice. "What can I do for you?" "Ms. Nemali, I have some exciting news to share with you," Shefali said in a calm, professional tone. "The penthouse I told you about is now available for a visit. The owner is looking for a discerning buyer like you, who values luxury and exclusivity." Nemali's eyes widened with interest. "That is wonderful news, Shefali. But, I am on my way to drop my colleague at his place. Can we schedule the visit for another time?" "I understand your predicament, Ms. Nemali," Shefali replied in a polite tone. "But this is a unique opportunity, and I cannot guarantee when the property will be available for a visit again. I would hate for you to miss out on the chance to see it." Nemali's mind raced as she considered her options. She didn't want to keep Suresh waiting, but the opportunity to see the penthouse was too good to pass up. "This penthouse is truly one-of-a-kind, with sweeping views of the city skyline and the latest in cutting-edge technology and design. It would be the perfect addition to your impressive property portfolio," Shefali continued while on call. Nemali thought at the prospect of adding this property to her collection. "That sounds like something I cannot miss. Let me see if Suresh would mind waiting for a little while." She turned towards him and said, “Suresh, it is my real estate agent, would you mind if I visit this property first before dropping you home?” she asked, “I know you need to take a piss but I have been trying to check this penthouse out for almost a month now but never got the time, my agent is there at the moment, would it be alright if we made a quick stop before I drop you off? I have an opportunity to see a truly exceptional property, I promise we won’t be too long” she requested. The thought of having to wait longer for the toilet terrified Suresh but he couldn’t refuse the Chief Financial Officer of the company, “S-Sure ma’am, not an issue,” he breathed hoping he would get to pee as soon as they reached the place. Nemali breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to her phone, "Shefali, I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I am excited to see this penthouse. Let us proceed with the visit. I will be there as soon as possible." "Excellent, Nemali," Shefali said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I will see you shortly, and I am confident you will not regret this decision." Meanwhile, Suresh’s bladder was still ballooning rapidly and he didn’t know if he could control his urge to urinate for much longer. “Ma’am, I was thinking if.. you know…if I could take a piss at the penthouse?” Suresh pleaded meekly, “My home is far from where we are going and I really need to use the toilet…” he was absolutely bursting as he said this. Nemali looked at him in disbelief, that penthouse could be her abode in the future and she was not sure if she was comfortable with someone using the facilities before she had even made the purchase, “I am sorry Suresh but that is a premium piece of real estate and I think it is really rude to ask to use the toilet at someone else’s house,” Nemali said, trying not to sound angry. “I am sorry, ma’am but I would not have asked if it hadn’t been this urgent,” Suresh begged, crossing his legs tighter. Nemali saw that he was telling the truth and though she was unwilling to concur she agreed half heartedly to let Suresh use the toilet once they got there. Though seething with anger, she told herself that she was a good person for letting him use the toilet but now regretted bringing Suresh along for the visit. Soon they were at the location and Nemali parked her car outside the luxurious building before stepping out, Suresh was dying for a wee by this point and found it harder to control the urge now that he was standing, all he wanted was to get inside the penthouse and unleash a torrent of hot piss into the toilet. They quickly made their way to the entrance, where Shefali was waiting to greet them. "Welcome, Nemali ma’am," Shefali said with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you could make it." Nemali returned the smile and said, "Thank you, Shefali. I am really excited to see the property." As Shefali led them to the elevator, Suresh looked around nervously; it was getting very difficult for him to walk, he had to piss like a fire hydrant now and knew he did not have much time left before he would start pissing uncontrollably, toilet or no toilet. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from the exploding pressure in his bladder. They entered the elevator, and he knew it was going to be a long ride up to the 42nd floor. As the elevator began to ascend, Suresh felt as if his bladder would erupt right there in front of the two women, he tried to hide it, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Excuse me, miss," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But how much longer until we get to the apartment?" “It usually takes 10 minutes from the ground floor." Suresh's heart sank. He wasn't sure if he could hold it for that long. He started panicking but there was nothing he could do. When they finally reached the 42nd floor, Shefali led them to the entrance of the high-rise suite and as soon as they got inside Suresh could not hold himself back any longer, "Excuse me, Shefali," he interrupted. “..but I really need to use the toilet." Shefali paused and hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afraid the toilets in the penthouse are currently out of order. We're having some maintenance work done, and they won't be functional for a few more days." Suresh's face dropped, and he looked crestfallen. "But I really need to take a piss. Is there anywhere else nearby that I can go?" Shefali looked at his bulging crotch where his elephantine penis rested and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Suresh, but the nearest toilet is quite a distance away. It would take some time to get there and back, and I'm not sure it would be worth the trouble." Suresh looked defeated, and Nemali felt a pang of sympathy for him. "Shefali, is there anything we can do? This is really an emergency for Suresh." “I am sorry Nemali ma’am but there is nothing that I can think of at the moment,” Shefali admitted, “You’ll have to wait, sir” she said coldly. Suresh couldn’t believe his ears, he was almost about to starting weeing in his pants, “Suresh, we’ll be out of here in no time, would you just give me 10 minutes to go through the property, please? I promise it won’t take long,” Nemali requested. He couldn’t believe how inconsiderate, selfish and thoughtless Nemali could be when she knew full well just how long he had been waiting to urinate. With a defeated tone, he finally agreed to wait, “Y-yes, sure, ma’am,” resigning himself to the agony of crossing his legs as he took a seat, waiting for Nemali and Shefali to finish their inspection. His urgent need to use the bathroom was unbearable, and his frustration grew as he watched her casually stroll through the property, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. The pressure was mounting, and his hands were shivering as he struggled to hold on. Nemali stood in the middle of the grand living room, her eyes scanning every inch of the space. Shefali had just started giving her the grand tour of the penthouse, but Nemali was already in disbelief. It was as if she had been transported to another world, one where luxury and opulence were the norm. The penthouse was one of the most luxurious and exclusive apartments in the city, boasting 10 rooms, including 6 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms, and a whopping 140 feet of frontage. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she turned to look at the glass atrium with its wall that swung open. The view was breathtaking, and she felt as though she was suspended in the air. Shefali smiled at her, clearly pleased with her reaction. "It's amazing, isn't it?" she asked. Nemali nodded, unable to find the words to express just how incredible the space was. As they moved towards the terrace, Nemali's eyes were drawn to the double-height ceilings in the living room. It was as if the space went on forever, and she felt incredibly small in comparison. The decorations were just as impressive as the features. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and works of art lined the walls. Some of the spaces even reminded her of a Roman villa, with marble worktops and oak floors. Shefali led her through the different floors of the luxury apartment, and Nemali couldn't believe what she was seeing, a gym, a cinema, a library, a whisky bar, and even a billiard room. It was as if every possible amenity had been thought of. But it was the 70-foot-long infinity pool with the water slide that truly stole the show, the pool seemed to merge with the skyline, offering a view that was second to none. She imagined herself floating in the pool, staring out at the city below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing As she gazed out at the city, she knew that this was a place she needed to add to her already impressive property portfolio. "Shefali, I have to say I'm really impressed with this penthouse! It's even more magnificent than I expected!" Nemali beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ms. Nemali. This is truly one of the most exclusive and luxurious apartments in the city." "Absolutely! I mean, look at this 70-foot-long rooftop swimming pool! And the view from up here is breathtaking!" "I know, right? And the interior decorations are just as impressive as the exterior. The chandeliers and works of art are just stunning!" Shefali added. "I can see that the designer has really outdone himself here. The Roman villa-inspired decor is just fantastic!" Nemali said. "Definitely and the amenities this building offers are second to none. The gym, swimming pool, and massage therapy room are just a few of the perks residents get to enjoy," Shefali continued "And let's not forget the wine cellar! I mean, who wouldn't want to store their collection in a climate-controlled environment?" Nemali beamed. "Exactly. And the separate guest apartment on the floor below is perfect for visitors or staff," Shefali hoped that she had cracked the deal. "It's a true palace in the sky, Shefali,” Nemali replied enthusiastically, “I can't wait to make an offer!" Nemali looked at Shefali and said, "Thank you so much for showing me around the penthouse, it's absolutely beautiful. I'm very interested in buying it, but I have to leave now. I need to drop off Suresh at his place." Shefali smiled and said, "Of course, Nemali. I'm glad you enjoyed the tour. We can schedule another meeting to discuss the details of the purchase. Would next week work for you?" Nemali nodded and replied, "Yes, next week works for me. I'll have my assistant send you my availability, and we can coordinate from there." Shefali smiled, “Feel free to call me anytime if you have any questions or concerns." Nemali thanked her and said, "Thank you, Shefali. You've been very helpful. I'm looking forward to working with you on this." Shefali smiled and replied, "Likewise, Ms. Nemali. Have a safe drive, and I'll see you next week." By now, Suresh had to piss like a fire hose, and it was all Nemali’s fault, though a ray of hope shone inside him when he saw them come back to the drawing room, “Nemali ma’am, can we go now?” he begged and she had to agree. As they both stepped out of the penthouse, Suresh gasped in desperation, “Oh thank goodness, you made it quick, I can’t wait for the toilet anymore” he moaned. “I am so sorry, Suresh” Nemali said. Suresh was frustrated that the place had nine toilets and not a single one was working. He was cursing Nemali in his mind for delaying his trip to the toilet but there was nothing else he could do. They got inside her car and were soon on the way to Suresh’s place. His desperation was so extreme that he squirmed the entire time they were driving, and when the vehicle finally pulled up outside Suresh’s place 15 minutes later, he hastily jumped out and made a run for the front door. But it was only after reaching the door step that he realized that he had left his business briefcase, and hence his keys, inside Nemali’s vehicle. “Oh, Nemali ma’am, my key is in your car,” he wailed as he hobbled back to the vehicle barely able to stop himself from pissing right then and there and quickly retrieved his bag from the back seat before rushing back towards the door of his house. Nemali stepped out of her vehicle and saw Suresh crossing his legs tightly as he looked for the keys in his bag. The next blow came when Suresh could not find the keys in his bag, and realized that he must have left them at work. Unable to get in, Suresh frantically tried not to lose control of his very full bladder right there at the doorstep in front of Nemali. "Is everything okay, Suresh?," Nemali asked “I can't find my house keys, I think I left them at work," he moaned in agony as he went through his wallet, but it wasn’t there either “Could you jimmy the door lock and let me in?" Suresh asked Nemali. Oh, he was bursting more now that he was just a few feet away from his toilet. "I'm sorry, Suresh. I don't know how to do that. Maybe we could try calling a locksmith? Or do you need me to drive you somewhere else?" Nemali asked, she had seen how desperate Suresh had been during the entire ride home and for him to come this far and not be able to get inside his house really made her feel for him. But just then, Suresh recalled that his neighbor Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key to his place! "Oh, actually, Mrs. Kiara has a duplicate key. Let me get it from her," Suresh rushed to his neighbor’s house that was a few yards across and rang the bell in panic, but there was no answer. "Oh, isn't she home? Open the door, I am bursting for the toilet!" he groaned in frustration. He then quickly took out his cell phone and called Mrs. Kiara in dread. It was around eight o'clock by now and she was at a restaurant enjoying the night with some of her friends when she felt a vibration from her cell phone and decided to check who was calling. She took it out from her handbag and looked at it and saw that it was her neighbor, Suresh. She hadn’t expected to hear from him at this time, so she quickly moved to a quiet place to have a conversation with him, “Hello?” she said. "Mrs. Kiara, it's Suresh. I'm so sorry to bother you, but I can't find my house keys, and I really need to get in. Do you have the spare key?" "Oh, Suresh, I'm sorry, I'm not at home right now. I'm out with my friends. Can you wait for a bit?" "I am sorry Mrs. Kiara but I really can't wait. I need to get in right away, I actually need to use the toilet, I haven’t taken a piss the whole day!" he begged her, squeezing his cock for dear life. "Oh dear, I'll see what I can do. Give me a few minutes," Mrs. Kiara heard the concern in his voice and said to him that she was going to catch a taxi and would be there right away. Suresh thanked her a lot and confirmed again that he had to pee really badly telling her that it would be great if she could come as soon as possible. Mrs. Kiara understood his predicament immediately, especially when she saw on her phone that she had eighteen more missed calls from him. She informed him that she’d be back home in 30 minutes. Suresh was shaken to the core upon learning that he would have to wait another 30 minutes to use the toilet but he had no other choice than to wait, “Hurry…please! Please! Please! Hurry please!” he cried out, “I can’t hold it, I can’t!” he begged before he walked back home with small but quick steps where Nemali was still waiting for him. By now, Mrs. Kiara had quickly hailed a taxi and was rushing to Suresh's place. As she arrived, she saw him anxiously waiting at the front of the door, with his bladder swollen to the size of a basketball, "Oh, thank you so much for coming," Suresh said with relief as he saw her, "I really need to use the toilet." He was embarrassed to have to utter such words in front of them, but he was really desperate. "Don't worry, Suresh," Mrs. Kiara replied, "Let's get you inside first," she hurriedly made her way to the front door, and quickly picked the lock to let them in. "Oh, thank you Mrs. Kiara…” Suresh said, grappling with his belt as he rushed towards his toilet, the explosive relief just a few feet away from him now. The pressure was finally going to flow out of his exhausted penis, oh he couldn’t believe how badly he had needed this piss and for how long! He hurried to the toilet, but his relief turned into shock and then into frustration and fury when he found a notice taped to the toilet lid: "DO NOT USE." "What the...? Oh, my God no..!" his words broke, his hot piss forced to stop on its way out. The workmen had promised him faithfully that all the plumbing in the bathroom would be sorted out before he arrived home but it clearly hadn’t. Suresh wanted to desperately use the toilet and thought for a moment to simply lift the lid and unleash his pressure into it but he controlled himself just barely. He gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. “You can do this” he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he crossed his legs tightly. “Just hang on until your toilet is fixed and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work. You can wait,” he said. He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom, fighting a serious urge to urinate, Suresh hurried out of there to call the company performing renovation work on his toilet. But as he stepped out, Suresh realized that Mrs. Kiara and Nemali were still there, waiting for him in the drawing room, he felt truly embarrassed to even think of letting them know of his predicament but he didn’t know if he could hide it any longer. “Oh dear, do you feel better now?” Mrs. Kiara asked as soon as she saw him. "Y-yes, thank you so much, Mrs. Kiara," Suresh said embarrassed as he came out of the toilet without using it, hiding his quandary from the two women. "Oh, don’t mention Suresh, we're neighbors, and that's what neighbors are for," Mrs. Kiara answered with a smile. Mrs. Kiara then looked at her wrist watch and said, “Please permit me to take your leave now, my friends are waiting for me,” she said with a beam before wishing them both a good night and making her exit. As she left, Suresh hoped Nemali would leave too because he needed to take a piss but had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want Nemali to know that his toilet was broken. It was utterly humiliating for him and he did not want his colleagues at the office to know of all this. “I am really hungry do you have something to eat?” Nemali asked all of a sudden as she stood in the drawing room with folded hands, looking around in the hopes of getting something that could satiate her hunger. “Ah, ma’am a-actually..aahh.. I-I was about to go somewhere,” Suresh began to say, “So, if you could leave…..then…” he felt like he was almost kicking her out, but he was absolutely panicking for a piss and did not have any time to waste. “Oh, where are you going?” Nemali inquired, curious to know. “I-I was actually about to go to the store to get some stuff for the kitchen….” he countered with the first excuse that came to his mind. “Why? Cooking something special tonight?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, just thought of having some biryani…” he said crossing his legs tightly, trying to give his penis as much time as he could. “Oh, I love Biryani!” Nemali beamed, “Would love to taste some of yours” she said. Suresh’s heart pounded in horror, she was the Chief Financial Officer of the company and it would have been foolish to refuse her request, he had no other way than to agree but he really needed to take a long piss before he started to prepare the dish. “Oh sure,” he said, trying to control his piss, hoping she would not notice that his bladder was bursting, “Would you excuse me for moment?” he requested her and when she replied with a yes, Suresh hobbled to his bedroom where his telephone was kept. Suresh rushed to the telephone to call the company performing the renovation work on his bathroom. "Come on, pick up, pick up," he moaned, grabbing his crotch desperately. "Hello, this is Alba Constructions, how may I assist you?" he suddenly heard a voice from the other side. "Hi, yes. This is Suresh. I'm calling because I just got home and I found a notice on my toilet that says 'DO NOT USE'. I was hoping you could tell me what's going on?" "Yes, Mr. Suresh. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. We had some trouble with the plumbing in your bathroom. The workmen promised that it would be sorted out before you arrived home, but unfortunately, there was a delay." Suresh while trying to hide his urgency said, "Oh, okay. Do you have any idea when it will be fixed?" "We're doing everything we can to get it fixed as soon as possible. One of our workmen is still on the premises inspecting the well. Would you like me to get him on the line to explain what's going on?" the customer support executive asked. "Yes, please. That would be helpful," Suresh said, feigning calmness. "Alright, I'll patch you through to him now. Thank you for your patience, Suresh." The line clicked and the workman answered. "Hello?" "Hello, are you one of the guys working on my toilet?" Suresh asked trying not to sound desperate. "Yeah, that's me. How may I help you?" "The notice on the toilet says not to use it, but I was just wondering if everything is okay?" "Oh, yeah. We had some trouble with the water supply. The pump didn't restart after we switched it back on. We might have to remove the toilet to get your new bath in," the workman replied. "Oh my God, can't you just fix the pump or something?" he panicked, “Or just get the toilet running for two minutes?” “I am working on it” the man answered. "Okay, I see. Is there anything I can do to help?" Suresh asked, trying not to show his discomfort. "Actually, yes” the man said, “All my men have left for the day and I could really use some help.” Suresh really didn't want to admit that he was bursting to pee, but he thought to help the man so that he could sort things out and the water supply could finally be restored. "Sure, what do you need me to do?" Suresh asked trying to stay calm. “Can you give me a hand with the well cover? I need to inspect it and see if that's causing the issue with the pump." "Yeah, sure. Let me just grab a flashlight," Suresh said, struggling to hide his need to urinate. He couldn’t believe that he would have to wait longer to use the toilet but he really needed to piss a lot before he could make the biryani. As he disconnected the call, Suresh slowly made his way to the drawing room where Nemali was waiting for him, his bladder aching for a massive piss, “I am sorry, Nemali ma’am, but would you mind if I step out for minute,” he said, “I am actually getting my bathroom remodeled and the workman from the renovation company is working in the backyard and needs a hand,” Suresh said. “Oh, sure, not an issue,” Nemali said casually as she went back to her phone. Thankful, Suresh hobbled to the backyard of his house with a near exploding bladder and saw the workman trying to fix the issue there, “Hey, how long is this going to take?” “Well, I hope it gets fixed soon” the workman answered, “Just hold the flashlight for me while I take a look. I’ll get your toilet sorted out as soon as I can." "Okay, sounds good. Just...hurry, please," Suresh said while gritting his teeth as he did what he was told, fighting a serious urge to pee. As the workman explained the situation and Suresh helped with the inspection, he did his best to hide his discomfort and not let on that he was desperately in need of a toilet trip. Suresh struggled as he stood there and almost 30 minutes later Nemali made her way to the backyard, “Hey Suresh, what’s going on?” she asked as she walked towards where they were working, “What’s taking so long?” Suresh’s eyes widened in shock, he could not let Nemali know of his predicament, “Oh it’s nothing, m-ma’am…” The workman then said, “I think it is going to take a few days to fix this….” Suresh could not believe his ears, he felt like he was about to yell at him for disappointing him so cruelly, but he knew he must control his rage in front of the Chief Financial Officer of the company. “So what am I going to do until then?” Suresh asked desperately, his legs still crossed as he bounced up and down on his knees in agony. “Well the washbasin and the shower are still working, only the toilet is broken,” the workman reported. “But where I am supposed to go if I need to take a piss?” “Oh, come on, Suresh!” Nemali wailed, “You just had a piss didn’t you?” “Y-yes, ma’am” Suresh said, “Just thought I should ask…” Suresh replied, his urine pinching him inside his penis. “Well, I must leave for the day now, it is already too late, but I’ll try to fix the issue soon,” the workman said and Suresh had no other choice but to let him go. He looked at the workman longingly as he made his way to the front and started his two-wheeler before leaving. Suresh’s last hope to urinate before making the biryani was dead. He thought of asking Nemali to take him somewhere he could use a toilet but he could not risk coming across as this desperate in front of her. Defeated and bursting, Suresh made his way to the kitchen to cook the biryani, desperately trying to hide his predicament from her. With the toilet right next to the kitchen, Suresh was having a tough time concentrating but there was nowhere to urinate. “Which biryani are you going to make?” Nemali asked him, suddenly popping into the kitchen. Suresh, who was struggling not to leak in his underwear, couldn’t think of an answer, “I-I haven’t thought of it yet…ma’am…” he stuttered. “Oh, you know what?” Nemali said, “I’d love to have some soup before we go for the biryani, I know that is too much to ask, but I couldn’t stop thinking of it when I saw the tomatoes,” she said with an innocent smile, pointing towards the tomatoes kept on the vegetable stand. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll just bring it you…” Suresh said, unable to think straight any longer. “Great! I’ll be waiting!” Nemali said before she made her way out of there and into the drawing room. Suresh’s need to go to the toilet was so pressing that he was beginning to drip a bit, it was only a few drops into his underwear but it threatened to become an uncontrollable flood and he was desperately trying to control the rest. Nemali had to wait a while for the dinner. Suresh had promised to cook her a delicious meal, but now that it was taking so long she was starting to doubt whether it was worth the wait. Inside the kitchen, Suresh was cooking the meal with his legs crossed the whole time, barely holding on to his piss, letting out his fair share of “Oooh’s” and “Aaah’s” Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Suresh emerged from the kitchen with two steaming hot plates of tomato soup and biryani. He had managed with whatever ingredients he had at home and just hoped she would like the taste. "I'm so sorry for the wait," Suresh said as he served the food to Nemali, "I hope you enjoy the meal." Nemali slowly took a tentative spoonful of the tomato soup and was pleasantly surprised. It was delicious - the perfect blend of sweet and savory flavors. As she tasted the biryani, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. "Suresh, this is amazing," Nemali said, beaming with delight, "You are quite the chef. The flavors are so well balanced, it's hard to believe this was made in a home kitchen. You have a real talent." Suresh could not have bothered less about the compliments, all he wanted to do was take a piss but he couldn’t think of any place where he could go. Finally after the dinner, Nemali stepped out of Suresh's house and onto the verandah, turning to face him. As they stood there, she said, "Thanks for the lovely dinner, Suresh. It was really delicious." Suresh forced a smile, trying his best to act normal, his legs trembling as he quickly crossed his legs, "You're welcome, m-ma’am. I'm glad you liked it…" he winced, bending forward at his waist in agony as he held the door and the wall for support. Suddenly, a hot leak escaped into his underwear before he quickly stopped the flow, his eyes widened in horror of what was happening. He looked down to see if it was visible on his pants but to his immense relief it wasn’t. “What happened, are you alright?” Nemali asked. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he responded. His bladder was about to explode. He had absolutely no time left anymore. Suresh had held it for too long but had failed to find a place to relieve himself, he felt really angry and frustrated but he was stuck and there was nothing he could do. He tried his best to wait as Nemali kept uttering words that he could not understand, but then another long leak escaped his penis and soaked his underwear. Shit dammit! Nemali looked at Suresh and smiled, “You know what? You should come over to my place sometime,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. “My cook makes this amazing risotto that you simply must try!” “Y-yeah, sure,” A new leak escaped and this time a small patch the size of a golf ball formed on the crotch of his pants. Suresh was pissing himself. His face turned red with shame as he tried to end the conversation and close the door before it was too late. “Great! We’ll have to schedule it soon,” she said, already making plans in her head. Then all of a sudden, without any warning, the flood gates just opened and Suresh started pissing into his underwear standing right there in front of the CFO of his company. He froze in horror, crossing his legs tighter to stop the flow but it was too late for him now. He tried his best to keep a straight face as he soaked his undergarment and his pants uncontrollably while the hot piss filled his briefs and ran down his inner thighs, his long cock urinating into his underwear like a fire hose. Oh, the relief was overwhelming but he could not have been more ashamed of himself. He had wanted his bladder to go back to its normal size, there had been so much ache inside it, filled with so much urine, so much pressure, but he had never thought that it would happen in front of someone so senior from his office. It was only around a minute later that Nemali noticed what was happening and her eyes widened in shock, “Oh, dear lord!,” she gasped and her words made poor Suresh’s humiliation grow ten-fold. She covered her mouth in absolute shock when she saw the size of the puddle, unable to even comprehend how he had managed to hold so much inside him. “What is this Suresh?” she asked, barely able to control her laughter. It was so funny for her to watch a grown man like him wet his pants in front of her. She had not realized he had to go all this while but had thought that he was acting a bit wierd. Though it had shocked her completely, Nemali had secretly enjoyed watching Suresh’s massive accident at the door step. And though she had offered him a few words of comfort before making her exit, on her way back home, she could not stop smiling at the thought of how big his accident was. As she drove the car, she covered her laugh with her hand and her eyes went wide with shock as she evoked the accident in her mind again and again for her amusement. Suresh had found it difficult to come to terms with what had happened that evening. He couldn't shake off the embarrassment he felt at having wet his pants in front of the Chief Financial Officer of his company. Though he continued to work with the same passion, his relationship with Nemali became more formal and distant. He began to avoid her as much as possible, and it was clear that things would never be the same again between them. Suresh's resignation came as a surprise to many, but he knew that he needed to move on from this incident and start fresh. He joined a new company and threw himself into his work with renewed vigor, determined to prove his worth and rebuild his confidence. As for Nemali, she was sad to see Suresh go, but she understood his reasons for leaving. She hoped that he would find success and happiness in his new job and that they could continue to be friends. Years went by, and Suresh made a name for himself in the industry, earning a place for himself as one of the top sales consultants in the city. He had long forgotten about that fateful evening but deep down, he knew that it had changed him in ways he could never fully comprehend. Nemali on the other hand had been excited to have witnessed such a hot episode of a man’s big bladdered emergency, it was undoubtedly one of the most memorable moments of her life and she revisited the incident in her mind many times during the coming years for a good laugh when she was alone.

So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.

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