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I really wanna do a nice hold tonight with a lot of desperation. I am going to have the house to myself for roughly 8 hours tonight but I can start drinking things hours before this. I don't want to wet myself, but I do want to feel like there is a distinct possibility that that could occur. This entire thing will take place from around 6pm CST to 6am CST with the main part definitely occuring from 10:30pm-6am, so there's your timeframe. Only stipulation I have is no alcohol. I don't drink much and I don't really like how it makes me feel. Things that will definitely happen throughout the hold (I'll let you decide when these thing occur): 1: house chores need to be done. (i.e. dishes, mopping the floors, doing laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, etc.) 2: I need to work on some outdoor projects (can't venture too far from the house due to the sun going down) 3: I typically take a 1.5 hour walk around 3am (no safety lectures please). There is a gas station at roughly the 1/4 and 3/4's marks of the walk route. 4: I need to do some cooking. If there's any particularly urge inducing things you want me to try making, let me know so I can get the ingredients (i.e. the sound of boiling soup or something like that.) Any ideas/ anything you think would be fun, let me know! I typically can get myself full to bursting in about 2 hours with a bit of focus if doing a rapid hold. Typically anything after the first hold is less than that if I continue to drink. Of course, I will update you all on how it's going!

I've never posted anything like this before, and I'm honestly a bit nervous to do so. I'm 35 straight male. I dont know if that matters lol. Anyways I got these new jeans the other day, and one of my first thoughts was they would be fun to wet. So that brings me to tonight. I was smoking weed and playing a video game and drank a big hot chocolate and a tea. I didnt realize how badly I needed to go until I stood up. I quickly ran up stairs and grabbed a disposable bed pad and brought it down to my basement. I put a towel on the floor and put the pad over top just in case. At this point I was barely hanging on, I was trying to pack a bowl in my vape, but I was shaking so much that I could barely do that. Luckily I was standing on the pad while I was trying to pack the bowl. I lost complete control and just flooded my pants. I took a few picks sorry if they are not the greatest.

What can be better, than a day off, when no one is at home, no one is going to come home for at least 20 hours and you do not need to go anywhere else? Not today. Today definitely should be the play - as I thought at the very beginning. So, I really planned to lose control - I did not know yet, when it is going to be, what will I do during it, but definitely it was going to happen. The only weakness in whole plan was in two facts, that my bladder system is well trained and strong, as well I do not have a problem in peeing in the pants willingly. Someone may think it is a good thing... The hell it isn't, because the will then wants to give up before the actual muscles. And willingly pee myself after holding for a long time was for me something ruining all fun, as happened all the times before due to feeling kidney (probably) pain. And it was very much irritating. So I decided to weaken the bladder a little before doing actual hold. At 13 am started to drink glasses of water every 20 minutes, avoiding other issue - the pain in the back holding that much. Up to 14 i was feeling the need, up to 14.30 i was kinda wanting to pee with a visible bulge on a previously slim and flat stomach. 14.55 i drank last glass of water and then went to pee-pee, because i was already moving from room to room, feeling the first spurt getting ready to come out. But... Not the time, not the time. Slowly and relaxing went to the bathroom, moving the pressure away to the point when i slightly feel it. Actually, i could not the flow at the first try, only at second, and that was a good thing to go. I passed one hour only with one glass of water, to make sure i am not gonna wet not in the right time, needed to do some things for the home. Also I was thinking, what I am going to do: milovana teases fit perfectly, but which one? I wanted a plot and a fun, not just simply fulling and waiting, this was kinda boring, so I put two of those in the same time - Rapid Desperation Challenge and the Room Escape Wetting Tease. Both of them I passed before, few times successfully, few unseccsessfully, anyway, it appeared a good match between, because you are not just filling yourself, as instructed in teases, while one tease is making you wait, other one... is making you wait doing something! Waiting period of 15 minutes at the near-middle of Room Escape i spend doing situps, sitting with my legs to the chest or stading on one leg per certain amount of time. But... It appeared soon that I drank not enough or just pushed wrong buttons, being straightforward to the end of the teases with only damp pants, due to two spurts, being offered during Rapid Desperation! Yes, i did that instead of the hold, to make myself wet and get the further process of holding a little bit harder. Need to mention, before teasing myself I put waterproof sport pants on my boxers, and tied them to the almost dead knot, so I could not pull down them easily. That lead for the missing of part of the Rapid Desperation with underwear and mirror, i simply waited it through, holding the big and very hard bulge and feeling the first spurt is almost ready. So now the fun gonna be real one - i rerolled both teases from the beginning. Coming through, I did almost all the tasks of the Rapid one, completely messing the variants in the Quest, to make sure I will not pass at the time. I wanted to wet myself. I wanted to have a genuine, even planned, but accident, losing control and flooding my clothes after extreme desperation. Being a long-holder, I usually hate desperarion, knowing how long this process can take as to feel good I need NOT to release before the urge gets unbearable. So I continue tease way to go, feeling leak after leak coming out, damping my underpants and slowly dribbling down my legs. I was moving around if not told to stay still, sometimes drinking the water if I was told, and the pressure grew and grew harder, until I became to leak almost twice per each minute. I started not even feeling the small leaks, meaning, that I am right on the way, few minutes away of the very first complete accident ever. I was really lucky not having a task to let out a spurt in this roll, which could be end of my holding, but not in the right way. Trying to not think about desire to let it go right there, i moved to bathroom, preventing the cleanup of floors everywhere, when the first wave of even more desperation hit me. I did not even know, that growing dull pain can transform into something when you can't clench your muscles, even letting the spurt escape, organism started to act on the pure subconsiousness. Wave after wave, but I almost had the control, still trying to do the part of the tease. Sitting knees to the chest made me lose another two leaks, despite I did that countless times before. It was the edge of the point without return. The breakpoint came with the awfully cruel task for I bet anyone in pee holding, when i needed to lie down and press my incredibly full bladder to counter. The pain in my lower part rose immediately, i let out the first spurt involuntary, clenched as tight, as I can, but the second escaped, the third, and the fourth... And at the moment the urge went completely overwhelming I just lost the feeling of my sphincter, i lost everything, all the control. Just the bladder itself started to move heavily inside me, contracting and pushing the pee right in my pants in long and powerful spurts. I could do nothing at all, I did not feel anything but the extreme urge, while bladder was pushing and pushing, making me freeze at position and helplessly wetting my pants with warm pulsing flow. I peed like that for mostly ten seconds, I peed almost a half of the still aching bladder, when the flow suddenly stopped to start just again in a small steady stream. I felt so much lighter, but still not relieved, do i just forced everything out of me in my pants, peeing them through as the almost waterproof tissue could not hold it. But the fun was not over, as the tease was just finished, allowing me pee (surprisingly at the time!) and asking, if I am horny enough... Enough - I was all wet and shivering, but I wanted a little bit more, so I went in my clothes in the shower, filling the pants with warm water as much, as i can. I wish I could be a girl at this moment to get away the showerhead, pull down the pants and stream the thick and strong flow right at the most sensitive part, but... I did almost the same, undressing completely and putting the flow direction right backwards of the tip of my penis, a bit under it. I lasted hardly few seconds, when my penis started contracting and the first wave of pleasure began to rise inside me. When you do masturbate in that way, as the orgasm comes slow and truly inevitable, you have the contractions first, which are becoming stronger and stronger, passing the pleasure all through your body and making you clench all muscles tightly in extreme edge right before the explosion. The orgasm itself hits you smooth, but way stronger and longer, like a big wave than compared to ordinary masturbation, and you feel the pulsation of your gushing penis all through your body. Just as it was as I came. Now the challenge was truly completed. I laid down the bath and relaxed, peeing from time to time and almost not feeling it, as the bladder did not wanted to be back in control. It also relaxed completely.

Hey everyone!! Not too long ago, I wrote a post asking how I might gain access to the men's room, that I might scout it out and, some day, maybe attempt to use a urinal. I finally bit the bullet and, while I haven't yet tried the urinal, I did explore a men's room and even did some...unorthodox...peeing!! The day after I wrote the post referred to above, I began looking around for some viable bathrooms for my adventure. I am still too timid to sneak into an interior restroom, so I primarily narrowed it down to gas stations and parks. Unfortunately, it seems like most of the parks in my area lock up in the evening. The gas stations, however, do not. I found one such station not too far from my apartment that has exterior single-occupancy bathrooms. Immediately, I knew this would be my first target. Last night, I finally worked up the gumption and committed myself. Around 11:30PM, I began chugging tons of water, figuring that if I'm going to explore the men's room, I'm going to empty my bladder in there one way or another. In case something came up where I needed to dispel my urine stores quickly, discretely, and cleanly, I swapped out of my jeans into a cute skirt and forewent the panties. Around midnight to 12:15, I could feel the urge approaching. Excited, albeit a bit nervous, I jumped into my car and sped off. Within minutes, I pulled into the gas station parking lot, the pressure steadily increasing, though still not urgent. It occurred to me that it might be a bit strange to drive up, enter the wrong bathroom, and then speed off into the night, so I parked and waited for the song on the radio to end (Sweet Child O' Mine, anyone? ). Once it concluded, I entered the gas station store and paced around inconspicuously. I meandered to the back of the store and perused their drink selection. I wasn't yet bursting, but, under normal circumstances, I definitely would've gone to relieve myself. I glanced at my watch...12:35. I grabbed a bottle of water because, hey, if you're going to commit, why not jump in with both feet? I took the bottle to the guy at the register, trying not to fidget too much. He was in the middle of something, so it took him a minute to respond. As the seconds passed, tick by tick, I felt my bladder filling, drip by drip. As I began to wonder if he noticed me standing there, he finally looked up and asked if I were ready to check out. I set aside my urge to make a sarcastic remark in the name of getting out quickly. With a yawn, he handed me my bottle of water. By then, I was shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. I don't think he noticed. I briefly fantasized about the possibility of letting loose right there in front of him and how he might respond. A grown woman peeing all over herself right in front of him, forming a giant pool right in the middle of the gas station. I smirked and went with my better judgment to not go that far. As I made my way to the door, I groped myself briefly. I was desperate now. I glanced at my watch 12:45. I progressed to my car and sat on the hood, facing away from the station and road so I could chug my water and hold myself without attracting attention. I only downed about a quarter of the bottle. I couldn't bring myself to drink any more as I sat there, dancing in place, about to pee all over the parking lot. "Okay, now!" I thought to myself. I rose and walked around the side of the station. "Good," I muttered under my breath, "The coast is clear." My pace quickened, as did my heart rate, as I approached the restrooms. I wasn't even trying to hide that my hand was firmly planted between my legs. I stopped between the doors for the men's room and the women's room. I looked at them both, my heart pounding, each pulse an insult to my urinary tract. Looking back, I probably would've chickened out, but between the urgency to urinate clouding my mind, and the knowledge that I'd never make it home without wetting in my car, I finally bolted for the door of the men's room. I pounded it open, the light flicking on as the door swung. I immediately slammed the door behind me and locked it. Isolated at last. I broke into a huge smile as my eyes fell onto the urinal before me, but the smile dissipated slightly when I recognized the state of the bathroom. It was utterly filthy. Are all men's rooms like this? There was what I presumed to be pee all over the floor and lip of the urinal (which probably would've turned me on if I weren't in such an agonizing need to add my own). I knew I wasn't ready to try a urinal (my experiments in the shower revealed I need significant training), so, shaking from both excitement and desperation, I rushed over to the seated toilet, my feet splashing gently in the cold fluid on the floor. With one look at the seat, however, I knew it wasn't going to be an option. To any guys reading this, honestly, is it common practice to just pee wherever you want in the bathroom? It appeared as though the last gent didn't even aim. I doubled over in desperation, nearly letting out a spurt. "Okay," I thought, "The toilet's not an option. The urinal's not an option. I'm not even going to look at the trash can. That leaves the floor." I urgently raised my skirt and nearly released when my eyes fell onto a different option...the sink. I giggled like a little girl and dashed over to it. It's sunken into a counter, so I clamored on top, careful not to bump my abdomen on the way. I had barely positioned my lower half over it and raised up my skirt when I finally succumbed to the desperate pleas of my bladder. Almost instantaneously, a warm jet of clear urine spat from between my labia. Pee splattered violently into the basin of the sink as a wave of relief rushed over me, sending chills throughout my entire body. Goosebumps emerged on my arms and I laughed with delight as I looked over at the urinal beside me. "Unbelievable," I thought. I hovered my butt over that sink for what felt like forever, pee jetting out relentlessly. I glanced up at the mirror in front of me and howled with laughter at the ridiculous sight of myself. I had a full view of everything, the pee glistening as it shot out from my lady bits. Finally, the last few trickles came to a halt. I glanced up at the mirror again, briefly savoring the comical (and honestly, pride-inducing) sight. Then I realized that, in my frenzy, I neglected to acquire toilet paper. I let myself down from the counter and hobbled over to the TP dispenser, this time, a bit more careful to avoid the puddles on the floor. I grabbed a wad and wiped, letting my hand linger a bit longer than necessary, giving some attention to the tingling feminine anatomy below. I threw my used toilet paper into the trash can and washed my hands, grinning at myself in the mirror. I opened the door cautiously, looking to see if anyone was lingering around. Clear. I made a dash to my car and drove home, celebrating my first adventure into the men's room!! My next goal is to master standing to pee in the shower!! [Penis envy intensifies]

I've always been interested in female desperation and wetting, but I had never had much of my own "fun" until recently. I've come to enjoy wetting and naughty peeing, so when my girlfriend went out of town for the weekend last week, I decided I was going to make a very wet day of it. I ended up getting much more than I bargained for. So, after years of lurking here, I figured I had to share this story. Part I: The Planned I'm not very patient and don't enjoy long holds--I'd rather feel the desperation build up very quickly so I'm scrambling to find somewhere to pee. Of course, I'm also indecisive. There are so many places and ways to pee that I don't want to pick just one! So, I started drinking water pretty early in the day, following the Rapid Desperation plan. Since it hinges on peeing regularly for the first few hours, I could start having fun right away. I had to take my girlfriend to the airport around 10, so I started drinking water pretty much as soon as I woke up, whiel going about my morning. I got a little work done, ate a little breakfast, and drank according to my schedule. I started feeling the need to pee when I went to take a shower. So, naturally, instead of going in the toilet, I opened the shower door, stood outside it, whipped out my (now hardening) cock and peed a pretty forceful stream into the shower, spraying it all around. Hey, I was going to clean the bathroom today anyway. After showering, I got dressed and continued my drinking. I put on a pair of tight boxer briefs and a t-shirt, along with some jeans. I didn't want to wear my tightest jeans, since I knew they would likely get uncomfortable as I became more desperate, and they're pretty dark--which is no fun at all! I want to see the pee spread out as I wet myself. So I put on a pair of somewhat lighter Levi's 514--slimmer than average, but not exactly skinny jeans. I sat back down at my computer to peruse some of my favorite blogs, and after a little while, felt the urge coming again. Luckily, my girlfriend was in the shower, which meant I could get away with a naughty pee without her knowing (she knows about my fetish but I'm still easing her into things). I looked around. It wasn't time for a big wetting yet, but I did need a place to pee. I settled on outside. I opened the back door to the house, where there's a small path with a tiny drain, out of view from any other houses on the block (thank god for our nice high fence). I put my back against the wall, pulled down my pants, and squatted next to the drain like a girl. The pee shot out pretty hard, splashing all over the concrete. Funny, I thought, I didn't really realized how much I'd needed to pee until I started going. I guess the rapid desperation was doing its job. I went back inside and continued drinking, reading some desperation stories here on omorashi.org while my girlfriend finished packing. Once it was time to take her to the airport, I was starting to feel the need to pee again. I glanced toward the bathroom, undecided as to whether I should relieve myself before we went. Eh, the airport isn't that far, I thought, so I can lave now and pee when I get back. Maybe I'll even get a little desperate before my real desperate fun later today. There was no traffic on the way to the airport, and thank god, because by the time we got there, my bladder was starting to feel it. I was definitely going to make it home, but I would probably be rushing to my next pee spot when I got there. And I did. About halfway through the drive, I found myself constantly checking Google Maps' ETA, crawling down, minute by minute. Only 7 minutes, I'll be fine...only 5 minutes, that's nothing, right?...two minutes, I'm going to make it...and by the time I got to my neighborhood, I was squirming in my seat and rolling through stop signs like nobody's business. I really needed to go! Finally I arrived home, parked my car, and jumped out the door. I started walking briskly toward my front door, but by the time I opened it, I was in a full run. I dashed to my bedroom, grabbed a towel, and pulled down my pants. I had already started peeing by the time I pressed the towel up to my crotch, breathing a sigh of relief as it soaked up the clear liquid. It started to soak a little faster than I expected, though. I didn't pee enough to soak it entirely, but enough was dripping through that I needed a quick solution. so I hobbled over to my laundry basket, still peeing a full stream into the towel, and let it drip onto my dirty clothes. God, it felt good to have that release. So good that I started to harden as I peed. And as the last few drops came out, I couldn't resist rubbing against on the towel, humping the warm, wet fabric. It felt so good I felt like I would orgasm right then and there, but I stopped myself--my wet day was not over yet. In fact, it was just beginning. My real goal for the morning was a ~30 minute hold followed by a wetting, after I'd built up my rapid desperation and had some fun naughty pees. I figured that time had come, so I grabbed another cup of water, put my pants back on, and plopped down onto the couch to play some video games. It didn't take too long before I started feeling the desperation again. In fact, after only two levels of Sonic & Knuckles, I was squirming. Halfway through the third, I started purposely leaking a bit in my pants. Why not? The first dribble was a small one, just wetting my boxer briefs a little bit to feel the wetness spread, but not getting my jeans wet just yet. I re-adjusted my dick to face a dry portion of my underwear and let another trickle out, hoping to prolong the fun before I was in a full-on wetting. By the time I got to the third spurt or so, I could feel it definitely starting to wet the crotch of my jeans, so I decided it was time to get off the couch. I had some dishes to wash, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone: get my chores done, and have a nice planned but desperate wetting. As I cleaned the kitchen, I started squirming, then doing a little pee dance where I stood. I didn't want to fully wet on the kitchen floor, but I figured I could do my chores until I was spurting, then rush to the bathroom and let go in the shower. That did not go exactly as planned. The next spurt was much bigger than expected--more like a quick jet of pee--and since my underwear was already pretty wet from before, it shot right through my boxer briefs and sprayed down my leg. It only lasted a second, and was able to stem the flow pretty quickly, but my pant leg definitely had a big dark stripe on it, and my ankle was dripping onto the floor. But I couldn't hold it that way for long I now had no choice: if I didn't get to the bathroom quickly, I was going to burst all over my kitchen floor. I dashed to the bathroom and hopped in the shower as fast as I could, pee starting to stream down my legs as I opened the door. I got into the shower and let go completely, pee flowing down my legs and my pants, rubbing myself as it all sprayed out. I peed for quite a while, surprisingly, and by the time my pants were soaked, I pulled them down to see the wetness exploding from my boxer briefs. I got so turned on that as soon as I was finished peeing, I frantically pulled down my underwear and started stroking myself. I orgasmed almost instantly, shooting warm cum across half the shower and collapsing in a wet puddle of pee and cum. But unbeknownst to me, I wasn't done yet. Part II: The Unplanned I'd barely used the toilet since I woke up, so I considered it a pretty successful morning. But now the fun was over, and it was time to run some errands. So I took another quick shower to clean myself up (letting out a little leftover pee during the process), and got dressed in some non-wet clothes to run to the grocery store. Here's the problem: I figured once my wetting was over and I stopped drinking, I'd stop peeing so often> not true: once you've drank that consistently all day, even if you stop drinking now, you're still going to be peeing really often for a little while. Not all of the water I'd drank toward the end of my morning had made it through my system, and by the time I pulled up in the grocery store parking structure, my bladder had already filled back up. So, I walked briskly to the back of the store so I could relieve myself before I started shopping. It was a fairly small store, though, and there was only one bathroom. And, just my luck: it was out of order. Nothing I can do about that, so I figured I'd just race through my shopping and head home as quickly as possible. After all, I didn't have to get that many items, so it would be a fast trip. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how quick my trip was--my bladder was continuing to fill up, and fast. Rapid desperation is no joke, and now I'd found myself in a real life desperate situation. I kept glancing at the bathroom door from across the market, hoping that the sign would miraculously be gone and I could relieve myself, but of course, no such luck. Meanwhile, my desperation grew by the minute. By the time I'd gotten my items, I was ready to burst. It had snuck up so much quicker than I thought, and I cursed myself for not realizing this would happen. I looked at the checkout line and knew there was no way I'd make it through, so I put my basket on the ground in one of the aisles and raced out of the store, not really knowing where I was going. There were no other stores in the shopping center, which made things a lot harder. I didn't want to wet myself in the store, but there was no way I was going to make it home either. My dick was throbbing with the desire to pee. I checked my phone and saw there was a fast food restaurant about three blocks away. I decided running there would be faster than trying to get out of the parking structure (I was probably wrong), so I started booking it. Of course, that only made it worse, so I slowed down to a brisk walk, but not halfway to the restaurant, it happened. I lost control. It started as a spurt or two, but within 5 seconds became a gushing flood of pee, soaking my crotch and cascading down my legs. Thankfully the cars were driving by pretty fast, and I was wearing my darker pants so it was hard to tell--but I just stood there, like a deer in the headlights, as pee flooded between my legs and into the grass below. Dumbfounded at what had just happened, I slowly turned around and started walking back to the grocery store parking structure (after all, what was the point? I'd peed.) I went around the back to ensure no one saw me, raced to my car, and drove home in my soaking wet pants. I wasn't that turned on in the moment, due to my embarrassment and the annoyance of cleaning out my car, but later that evening, I took some time too look back on it a bit more...fondly.

Hey guys <3 Picture the scene; Cold Saturday evening, hungover, lots of cola and water, what better to do than a long hold and the eventual soaking? Well that was my plan. However as anybody who saw my posts in the live action thread they would know that i unfortunately had to abort. However it takes more than one failed attempt to stop me, so a couple of hours after the initial failed attempt i refilled my bladder with cola and water and began playing video games again. It didn't take long for my bladder to fill up to the point of it being uncomfortable and before i knew it i was squirming and tapping my feet like crazy. I was in a party on my ps4 playing with some friends and i felt really turned on and naughty as i was desperately trying to hide the increasing panic and desperation in my voice. I don't think any of them noticed, nobody said anything at least though i kinda like the idea that they did notice... As we marched on through seemingly endless streams of enemies i released a stream of my own. It was completely out of my control and though its wasn't the biggest leak ever it did soak straight through my undies (which already had a small wet spot which i may or may not have deliberately leaked earlier) Despite this small temporary loss of control i quickly regained my composure and carried on killing enemies with my friends. Though at this particular moment i was incredibly turned on and was increasingly wanting to open the floodgates. I resisted the urge and carried on playing. By now the desperation in my voice must have been perceptible because every now and then i would feel my bladder push and i had to stop myself from moaning and wetting myself at the same time. Intermittently i would grab my crotch partly to try and stem my desperation and partly to feel the wetness on my undies that i had unwittingly created. I was very turned on now and no longer wanted to hold. I made my departure from the party and quickly ran to grab a towel which i placed on the floor of my living room. The effort of standing up obviously put my bladder under strain as i spurted again. At no point on the run for a towel did my hand leave my crotch, i wanted to feel the wetness, i wanted to flood my undies and pajama bottoms right there but i didn't and instead seated myself on the towel in the center of my living room. The front of my black pj shorts were wet and my grey almost silky undies were cold and damp. I sat myself on the towel and grabbed my laptop and found myself some material that matched my situation and opened the floodgates. My pee streamed straight through my undies and shorts wetting my hand which was gently rubbing my crotch. I peed slowly so the sensation would last longer and that way i could really enjoy the feel of pee streaming through my fingers. I could feel my warm pee puddling at my bum and the feeling for me was incredible. I kept streaming absolutely soaking my clothes and towel. The feeling of pee trickling through my fingers was intense to say the least and it wasn't long before i was lost in pure bliss. My girlfriend actually found my soaked clothes and towel in the washing basket later in the evening.. But that's a story for another day. There we go guys.. I hope you enjoyed. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed but i am on a tight schedule. Thanks for reading <3

A couple of weeks ago I thought of something that I am surprised I hadn't thought of before. Me and Shadow were out walking the dogs up on the moors and when we got home I unpacked my bag and took out my waterproof trousers that we take in case it rains. As i pulled them out I suddenly realised I had never pee'd whilst wearing them and wondered what it would feel like. Obviously jeans and leggings absorb the pee but these were waterproof so they wouldn't and I was intrigued what it would be like. So a couple of days ago I decided to take my dogs for a walk and decided this was the perfect opportunity to test my idea. I put on a pair of white knickers and then put the waterproof trousers over the top. I then put my fleece on and headed out. I called in at our shop (we own a corner shop) and picked up a couple of bottles of lucozade and set off on my walk. I was already feeling my bladder fill due to the three cups of tea I had consumed since I had got up that morning. I opened my first bottle of lucozade and sipped it as we walked along. An hour or so later I had done a big circuit around the town centre going through the fields and woods and I was heading for the park round the corner from my house so the dogs could have a run around and play fetch. By now my bladder was hitting 8/10 and I could feel the pressure building in my bladder. I nipped into a shop as we passed and picked up a bottle of water. We walked down the road and arrived at the park. There was nobody else about so I took the dogs off their leads and went and sat on one of the swings. I watched them running around occasionally throwing their ball as I sat enjoying the lovely day, sipping on my water. The pressure in my bladder was getting worse really fast and I could feel more and more liquid entering it, causing it to push down on my pee hole. I crossed my legs and started squirming wanting to hold on as long as possible. I finished my water and sat idly feeling my bladder getting fuller and fuller and before long the bottle of water hit me and I was bursting for a pee. I jammed my hand against my pussy to clamp my pee hole shut which was twitching and aching under the pressure pushing down on it. My legs were shaking and jiggling as I held back the flood enjoying the feeling of my full bladder. Waves of desperation rushed through my body, each time almost making me leak. Suddenly small drips started escaping my pee hole and no matter how hard I tried they kept on coming out, dampening my knickers. After 5 minutes of dripping a huge wave hit me and a leak escaped....and another....and another, my knickers getting soaked. I was shocked how quickly I was leaking and before I could do anything a spurt shot out of my pee hole and into my soaked knickers. I felt it hit the front of my trousers but with nowhere to absorb into it ran down the crotch of my pants round to my bum. A few more spurts escaped and soon I had a small puddle forming round my bum, it felt so nice and warm. I decided to see how far I could make it home in my desperate state and got the dogs over and on their leads and headed off. With each step I took I spurted uncontrollably. Now I was stood up the spurts were hitting the crotch of my pants and slowly running down my legs. It felt incredible. I love the feeling of having it run down my legs when im wearing a skirt but this was different, so much nicer. I came to the stairs and started climbing up them. Each time I lifted my leg my pee hole failed and spurts escaped out, getting bigger every time. I got halfway up and suddenly knew if I took another step I would burst. I couldn't hold it back any more, the flood was going to commence. I clenched my thighs together and started spurting constantly until it became a full flow. It sprayed out against the material of my pants and started dripping down each leg hole. The feeling of having all that pee cascading down my legs was incredible. My knickers were completely soaked all over and my legs were getting soaked. Eventually my bladder was empty and I looked down to see completely dry trousers with pee pouring out of the bottom all over my shoes and running down the stairs. I was amazed at how good it had felt and I suddenly noticed my pussy throbbing against my soaked knickers. I carried on walking and got home about 5 minutes later. I went into the back garden and peeled the trousers off and hung them over the washing line to drip dry along with my pee soaked socks. I went inside and went upstairs. I took off my top and t-shirt to go and shower and I looked in the mirror. My white knickers were saturated and were now completely see through. I could see my pussy throbbing through them and my clit poking against the material begging to be rubbed. I went to the shower and turned it on, stepping under the water. With out warning the moment the water hit me I started peeing again. I started rubbing my pussy as the pee poured out of it then couldn't take it any more. I grabbed the shower head and stuffed it down the front of my knickers so the water pounded against my clit. Within seconds I was hit by a huge orgasm and collapsed on the shower floor. As i was laid there shaking and moaning I heard movement and looked up to see Shadow standing there smiling at me. I sheepishly smiled back at him and beckoned for him to join me. Im sure you can imagine what the rest