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  1. I've just finished writing 'I Wet Myself at Work' and wanted to share it with you! Here's the first two chapters and I'd be happy to hear your opinions. The rest of the book is here. In these chapters, Emily works in a call centre, on the edge of losing her job. If she hangs up on another caller or gets out of her cubicle before five, she'll be fired. Dying to pee, she notices her filing cabinet and wonders if she can get away with going in there without anyone noticing. Enjoy the story! In the second half of the book Emily gets in the lift with her boss who hits the emergency stop and reveals in the most shocking way that she has been lusting after Emily. The lights go out and Emily's face is clamped into her bosses naked crotch... Chapter 1 – Full Bladder At Work As I hung up, the voice still ringing in my ears. I took a deep breath, knowing Brian would appear above my cubicle any moment. “Emily, how’s it going?” he asked, head peering over with that horrible smile fixed on his face. As ever, he didn’t wait for me to reply. “I know it’s hard to remember but you can’t hang up on people just because they shout at you. If you do it again I’m going to have to let you go so if you could work that little bit harder, that’d be fantastic.” He took a sip from his coffee cup and turned away to harass one of the other employees. I’ll tell you what I wanted to do. I wanted to take off my headset and grab Brian, bend him over and shove the fucking thing up his arse before storming out to the cheers of my erstwhile colleagues. I’d only been here a week, working in a call centre that seemed to force you to leave your personality at the door on your way in. To think, I’d actually been excited when I got the job. I counted down from five. Whenever Brian appeared, Mary was sure to follow within five seconds. Four, three, two… “Emily, Brian asked me to have a word,” she lied, arms folding as she stood with legs manfully apart. Her technique was different but it all amounted to the same thing. “You mustn’t hang up on people. I’m afraid it’s a red mark on your chart for today. Another one and we might have to let you go.” She winced as if it hurt her to say that whilst I fantasised about removing the headset from Brian’s arse to shove up hers instead but out loud I just nodded and agreed. Don’t judge me, I needed the money. Mary walked away to be replaced by Mark, the big boss from upstairs. Looked like I was getting the full works today. “Hi Emily,” he began as ever in his faux friendly voice. “I’ve been hearing a few sad things about you and that’s such a shame. I do love having you here.” His hand descended to my shoulder, patting it as he spoke as if I was a recalcitrant child in need of simple guidance. “Three red marks in two days is such a shame. Such a shame. And I thought you were starting to fit in here too.” He sighed, running his hand through his thinning hair. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you for the rest of the day just to check you’re on the right track. No leaving your booth okay? No more breaks to sit on the toilet and play candy crush. Oh yes, Mary told me. You stay there until 5 and we’ll start fresh again tomorrow. Everyone deserves another chance don’t they?” He walked off as the light on my console lit up again. Another call. I pressed the button and readied myself. A furious voice at the other end of the phone started with the word ‘fuck’ and it went downhill from there. I thought I might be able to calm him down but halfway through his rant, he seemed to realise I was a woman and began trying to flirt with me, as if I had any control over the size of his phone bill this month. I ran over his account on the screen, it was filled with calls to x-rated phonelines. Maybe that was why his breath was getting more ragged as he talked to me. My finger hovered over the disconnect button but I had a vision of the three stooges appearing to fire me in triplicate and I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes as the voice at the other end continued droning on. Another call followed this one, as it always did. There never seemed an end to the disgruntled mass of humanity that wanted to complain to me. If it wasn’t for the three months of rent arrears I wouldn’t even be in the job. Another few weeks and I’d be paid enough to square my bills. Then I could look for the posts I wanted, get out of this shitty city and try somewhere new maybe. I felt a painful sensation inside my body and realised I needed to pee. I glanced round and rolled my eyes at the sight. Brain, Mary and Mark were all watching me from the end of the room. They could only see my head but they’d immediately know if I got up. Could I hold it in until five? I wasn’t sure. I’d been for a cheeky drink with Sarah and Jan during lunch and I could almost feel it trickling down to my stomach as each minute passed. I spun my chair back to the computer. Three red lights flashed on the console. Having to keep people on hold only made them angrier when they finally got through but what choice did I have? “Hello, Emily speaking, your customer helper for today. How may I assist you?” “Suck my fucking cock you whore,” the voice at the other end said casually. Without thinking my hand hit disconnect and I swore inwardly as Brian seemed to materialise over the partition to my cubicle. “Emily, how are you doing?” “I know,” I interrupted. “I didn’t mean to hang up but it was an obscene phone call.” “I know it’s hard to remember,” he continued, almost verbatim to our last conversation. “But you can’t hang up on the customers.” I sighed as he droned on before he finally walked away. In the five seconds it took Mary to appear, my desire to pee grew just that little bit stronger. Mary looked sad, even carrying the awful chart of green stars and red dots that marked the progress of each employee. It was as if we were still toddlers. I hated the damn thing but it was actually written into our contracts that five dots meant termination of employment. As she talked, she stuck a red dot next to my name. She walked away at last to be replaced by Mark, looking even sadder than before. He talked for nearly ten minutes, all the time more lights flashing up on my console. You could sum up his speech in one sentence. One more red dot and I was out the door. Chapter 2 – Could I Pee In The Filing Cabinet? Fantastic, I hate my job that I’m about to lose and I really need to pee. I can’t even see outside, surrounded as I was by three flimsy partitions and a solid magnolia wall of nothing behind me. I hit the next call button as the pain in my bladder grew stronger. The minutes passed by and I thought I might make it. Then I seemed to suddenly become overwhelmingly desperate in moments. I wasn’t sure why my body was doing to me but it seemed determined to ruin my life. I sat on one of my hands, lifting and lowering my legs quickly as I swivelled round on my tiny office chair. I glanced up but my three bosses were still there. In the next booth I could hear Malcolm’s dirge like conversation. He had the right idea, be duller than the customer and they always hung up first. Maybe I should try that. It was when I looked down that I saw the filing cabinet. The drawers had been empty for a week, someone was supposed to take it away but as with everything in this company, nobody had got round to it yet. An idea flashed into my mind. If I couldn’t get away to use the toilet, could I maybe go in there? I dismissed the idea as madness but as I became increasingly desperate, I came back to it again and again. From where I was, nobody could see anything but my head and the air conditioning hum would cover up any noises I made. It began to seem like a sensible idea in my desperate state. Could I do it without the three stooges noticing? Or should I just say fuck it and get up and go. I thought of the landlord hammering on my door, my possessions being thrown into the street. That image kept me in my booth. My desire to pee was now more urgent than ever. My toes were tapping up and down as I talked on my headset, my legs were rubbing against each other on my seat and I could hear my tights shushing together, causing a ladder to appear at my left knee, caused by the incessant friction. Another five minutes went by but it felt like hours. I was starting to sweat, the panic making my body more nervous, which made the desire to urinate even stronger. My bladder felt dangerously full and I dug a finger into the edge of my skirt, stretching it away from my body, trying to gain a little relief for at least a moment or two. I took an earful of abuse from one more caller before the most wonderful thing happened. “Emily, your customer helper here. How can I assist you?” “I’m not sure. Could you tell me how to deal with a prank caller?” The voice on the other end of the line was soft and gentle and I think I knew them. “Can I take a few details for security. Your full name please.” “Kitty Jones.” Kitty. A lovely name. I almost sighed, picturing the woman at the other end of the line. After such screaming and swearing her call was a wonderful change. I listened to her talking as I wriggled my bottom on and off the chair, my hand edging up my skirt to press between my legs, holding in the pee that was crying to come out. I was in pain, it couldn’t be healthy to be this desperate. With a little kick of my foot, the chair rolled over to the filing cabinet. I used my spare hand to pull open the top drawer. There was nothing inside of course but would I make too much noise? I realised I had no choice but to find out. I lifted my bottom off the seat again but this time I pulled the skirt backwards to my waist so my panties were pressed onto the seat. I dug my hand into my tights and began to slowly lower them, trying to keep my head still so nobody would suspect what was happening. I got them down to my knees and was able to wriggle my legs to lower them further until they lay in a pool on the floor beside my kicked off shoes. I took a last look at Brian, deep in conversation with Mark and oblivious to me it seemed. I hooked a finger into my panties and edged off the seat just enough to tug them down. They joined my tights on the floor and I sat back on the seat just in time as Mary appeared above the cubicle wall. “I’m popping upstairs for five minutes so I’m leaving the chart here to remind you,” she whispered as I continued to talk to Kitty. She didn’t notice my panties on the floor luckily and I sighed with relief as she walked away. I was nervous as I hadn’t heard her approach but my bladder was beyond the point of no return now. I had to pee and quickly before anyone else came over. I shuffled to the side of the seat and then off the chair, keeping my knees bent so it looked to anyone watching as if I was still sat down like a professional employee. Pointing my bottom towards the filing cabinet, I lowered myself so my buttocks were inside the drawer. Resting my weight on the metal edge, I checked nobody else was nearby. I thought I was safe so I pushed with the muscles inside me and the first few splatters of pee escaped me. It felt kind of naughty doing this and a shudder of excitement ran through me. I was on the phone to somebody whilst wetting and I was surrounded by people who had no idea what I was doing. The flow began to strengthen and turned into a waterfall. From this angle I couldn’t direct the stream well and some of it hit my thighs as it fell, instantly warming them. I continued my conversation as my bladder began to deflate. Below me I could hear the hiss of my urine gushing out of me and I found myself more relaxed than I’d ever been. “I’m back,” a voice said. I jumped with shock and turned my head to see Mary staring at me. “What the hell are you…” Her voice died away as she realised what was happening, her mouth falling open. Hope you liked this. I'm still offering a free book to anyone who leaves a review of my stories on amazon if you're interested. Visit my website for more details. Lots of love Luna x
  2. Desperation in traffic

    I decided to register at this board a few days ago. Now I am reading your posts and it's very curious I haven't found this forum earlier. I was reading for about two hours and now decided to get activ. I wrote a short introduction and now I will tell you a little story happend yesterday. By the way I have to tell you that I like female desperation and I like to get desperate myself too. At the moment I really need to pee but I often challenge myself by making some duties. Now I told myself to write the post first and then go to the toilet although I'm hardly able to concentrate. I drove on the German Autobahn yesterday and was stuck in traffic jam. It took 45-50 minutes to make less than 10 kilometers, so you can imagine. In the car in front there was a young couple, the boy driving, the girl on the passenger seat. They were about 25 years I think. After a while I noticed the girl was moving a lot and wonderd if she had to pee. I tried to observe her and after a few minutes I was sure she had to pee because she seemed to be very frantic. But of course I couldn't hear anything. About 20 minutes later she opend the door for a moment but closed it immediately again. Maybe she said to him that she can't hold it anymore and wants to squat beneeth the car and her boyfriend told her not to do so. I don't know. Two minutes later she again opened the door and got out of the car. I could see from her behavior (bent at the waist, little pee dancing) that she was dying to go. She was grabbing her wasitband like to pull her pants down. But now I could hear her boyfriend shout something to her which I didn't understand. Then he pointed to some bushes 100 meters away. Maybe he told her to use them as cover. Again she entered the car. But the cars were moving slowly and she simply couldn't hold it anymore. She jumped out of the car and tried to run towards the bushes but after a few meters she stopped, pulled down her pants and peed like crazy. She must have been very desperate because she didn't even try to hide behind the side rail. Has anybody out there been that desperate too? I am also desperate at the moment. It took longer to write the post than I expected. Especially because I had to look for some words in the dictonary. By the way, sorry for my mistaces but I'm not a native speaker. But I am still in control, by now I wouldn't pee in public. If I was in that traffic jam now it would be dangerous becaus I don't belive I'm able to wait another 20 minutes.
  3. 2 weeks ago I bought this thing. I have no idea what it’s called in English. In Dutch we call it ‘plastuit’. It’s a tool that allows girls to pee standing up. It looks like a funnel and it’s made of rubber. I’ve included the picture that convinced me to buy this thing! Anyway, I’m all into trying it out and practicing to do so without leaking. I’ve used it at home, to pee in the toilet. I’ve also peed in the garden and on the street late at night, without having to squat. It’s great! I’m keeping it in my car, so I can use it when I’m on the road. Last Thursday I went to a pub to have a drink with my best friend. Before I left, I decided to wear a diaper, because it had been a while and I was really longing to feel the warm wetness between my legs again. It was a little kid’s diaper which I folded open and put in my underwear. No way this diaper was staying dry this evening. It was a long evening. Me and my friend both ran into people we knew several times and every time we stayed a while to have a chat. The beers were flowing and I was getting a little drunk, which gave me more courage to wet my diaper. Since I was drinking so much beers, I had to use the bathroom quite often. I decided to wet the diaper a little every time I headed to the bathroom. Sometimes I wet while I was chatting and laughing, sometimes I did it while I was making my way through the crowd to go to the toilets, and sometimes I waited until I was in the bathroom stall, so I could push my hands in my crotch and feel the diaper swelling up and getting warm. I was enjoying it so so much. Around 3 a.m. we were dead tired and decided to go home. By then the diaper was nicely filled. When I arrived home, I had to pee again. I suddenly remembered my newest purchase and decided to use it once again. I knew the diaper wouldn’t be able to absorb the whole pee, so it was perfect. I grabbed the thing and positioned myself between my car and the fence of my neighbours. I unbuttoned my tight blue jeans, shoved my panties and the diaper to the side and tried to position the thing between my legs. It was really hard to do so, because it’s made of rubber and constantly bended over. I assume the diaper was in the way. I didn’t really care though. The moment I thought everything was fine, I let go a small stream of pee. I saw the pee going through the tube and saw it splattering on the ground. I had a hard time holding the rest of my pee, so I just relaxed my muscles and peed full force. I didn’t take me long to realise I hadn’t positioned the thing between my legs right. From the back of it, the pee was flowing into my diaper, which was already soaked from all the small leaks. And because the diaper couldn’t absorb the pee, it started to leak into my jeans. I just looked down in disbelief yet excitement. I was experiencing this with al my senses. Some of the pee was still going through the tube and I heard it splattering on the ground. My hands were warm from the hot pee which was flowing through the tube and I felt the warmth through the rubber. At the same time I felt my crotch getting warm and the diaper swelling up once more. Let alone the feeling and the sight of the pee gushing out of the diaper and into my jeans, going down to pool around my knees and then making it’s way down to fill my shoes and socks. I thought I was gonna explode right there. It was by far one of the most aroussing and thrilling things I’ve done, the excitement of those three experiences combined all into one.
  4. Drunk Girlfriend

    So yesterday was Canada day, so I was hanging out with two of my best friends, their boyfrieds, and my girlfriend. We had been walking around downtown for about an hour until the fireworks were about to start and my girlfriend, lets call her Nat, leaned over to me. "I have to pee really bad I'm going to go find a washroom, will you come with me there are a lot of people." Just then the first firework went off, and there was no way I was missing these so I said "After the fireworks we'll go." and Nat agreed. See, the problem was though, the busses dont wai for people to pee and there was no way we were all staying downtown for another hour, so we practically ran to the bus to catch it on time. The bus was really full, so I sat on Nat's lap (and I may or may not have wiggled against her bladder a few times) anyways we managed to get to our friend's house so Nat could use the bathroom without problems. So we went to a store to get water and snacks, then we headed to a park that was closer to my house since we couldn't drink at any of our houses without fear of waking someone. We were a the park for maybe four hours and Nat had 6 shots of vodka, two palm bays, and half of my gaterade since we got to the park. Not to mention a large slurpie she drank downtown, and three large pops before she met up with me. So by the time we were leaving the park Nat was desprite. I told her to pee in the park but she told me she could make it to my house, about a ten minute walk away. Problem was, she was drunk as fuck and I was high, and my brother, who was also with us was both. so the comute home ended up taking us almost an hour. Shortly after she left the park Nat said "I want to pee under that big tree." but I shooed her away since it was on somenes property. I will admit there were a lot more places for her to pee, before she finally gave up, but I was really horny and figured and that I might end up seeing her wet herself. A few minutes after we passed the tree she started walking towards a stop sign "I'm going to pee, you keep walking." So I continued walking (although a lot slower) and a second after she got over there she was saying something about not being able to get up, so I walked back. She was sitting on the ground, her ass hanging out while she peed (most of it coming out of her tights) and she was touching herself. Usually that would be the hottest thing ever, especially since I had told her about being into omorashi a few days prior, but she was drunk and I wanted sex so I helper her up. Luckily it was four am, and she was wearing skin tight black leggings and she didn't smell like pee so by the time we finally got to my house and got into bed it was impossible to notice, although all in all it was pretty hot to watch.
  5. Hey everyone, I have been into wetting for years and I like to enjoy a good wetting in my basement shower now and again, but recently I have been struck with a pull to be elsewhere. I'd like to escape my sad little basement; push the limits and feel a little dangerous today. I already have to go pretty bad but I have time to wait. So please if anyone has any experience with public wetting, and can give me some ideas and pro tips on where to do it and how I would really appreciate it.
  6. This happened to me just a few hours ago. I was in the middle of a great night with the boyfriend, who is not into omorashi, but humors me on it. We were in the middle of... activities when he suddenly stopped. "I have to pee," he said. "Me too," I replied. "You go first." "Let's get in the shower," I said, pulling him toward the bathroom. He knows what this means. I wanted him to pee on me, which he is comfortable doing in the shower. I should point out that at this stage of the evening we were both rather impaired, which, I suspect, is why I forgot how bad I needed to pee in the midst of conjuring the shower plan. And, sad to say, I am really not willing to pee in front of him, even in the shower. No matter. I was sure I could hold it. I never have accidents. We pressed on with the business of communal showering, which is to say we were not always focused on getting clean. Being inebriated, we were both wildly giggly, though I couldn't tell you right now what was making me laugh so much. It happened twice before I really took notice: when laughing, I wasn't just having little twinges. It was full-on threatening to come out, in that dam-bursting, peeing uncontrollably way that only trying to hold it in the shower can give way to. Still laughing, but bending ungracefully at the waist while trying to hold it, I told him of my predicament, half hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone in the shower. Instead, he told me to just let go, that it didn't bother him. "No, I can wait," I said. I really believed it, and momentarily forgot about it.... until the next wave of giggles. "Aah!" I yelped mid-laugh, bending again while looking sheepishly up at him. I blew it off again, but I was already realizing it was a lost battle. My mind was torn between two thoughts: first, the irony that I was giving this hot, authentic desperation show to someone totally disinterested, and second, what to do about the fact that I'm about to have a pee accident in front of him?? Just as those thoughts were flashing across my mind, another wave of urge to pee came, this time too strong for me to control. I bent at the waist again, legs locked together tightly, but to no avail. Pee was spraying out from between my clenched legs and I couldn't stop it, so I just grabbed him and made him turn around. Once he wasn't looking, I unlocked my legs and stepped one leg back toward the drain so my stream wouldn't get near him. From the moment that last urge hit me, until I was completely empty, I couldn't stop peeing at all. Since I managed to turn him away from seeing me, I got through it without too much embarrassment, but I am still feeling very sheepish at this moment about the display of desperation. It is very unlike me to do any kind of "pee dance" in front of someone. So despite this happening in the shower, it's one of the more embarrassing incidents I've experienced. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Bonus story - I got caught by this same boyfriend a couple of days ago, peeing in my car! I had been running errands for hours and had drank quite a bit of water, and was headed to his house to pick him up and go shopping. I knew there were no bathrooms in the store where we were planning to shop. On top of that, he still lives with his family and they don't know about me, so I couldn't go inside and pee if they were there. The drive to his place was long, and the weather was cold and rainy - the kind of weather that brings out the worst desperation for me! That whole drive, all I could think about is where I would pee when I got to his place. Since it was raining, I couldn't really run out into the field. Couldn't duck into a corner in the alley, either - can't imagine a worse way to be discovered by his family! I did have an umbrella.... I started entertaining the idea of car door + umbrella being enough cover for a quick pee. I don't know if this happens to others, but sometimes when I'm desperate, I lose some of my ability to think straight and plan. I mean, why did I even need to drive to his place first? In hindsight, I could've gone to the next neighborhood over, at least. But I didn't, I drove straight to his street. I call this effect "desperation brain." "I don't suppose you would be home alone," I texted him from outside. The response was negative. No dice. "Be there at 4:45," I told him. It was 4:30. I was already there, thinking he'd surely stay inside until I told him I'd arrived. Desperation brain. I scoped out the area and quickly spotted a loitering UPS driver going over something on a clipboard, pretty much pointed straight at me. The umbrella idea was out, then. I checked my glovebox in the vain hope that I had a traveljohn in the car, but that was wishful thinking, plus what would I do with the full one? Desperation brain. My last resort was a large plastic tumbler I spotted in the back seat. I had no choice, I was desperate. I pushed the front seat all the way forward and quickly hopped out of the car and into the back. I got on my knees in the back floorboard. It was quite cramped, and I had on skin-tight running capris, so I couldn't put the cup into my pants from the bottom of the pants leg. I had to pull them down. I'm still in minor disbelief that I did this, but I guess experience makes one bold with peeing in public. I pulled my pants down, kneeling in the floorboard. I hurriedly put the cup in a position that was an educated guess, but didn't have time at all to test it gingerly. I'd been bursting for at least an hour at this point, and with the mere suggestion of it being okay to pee, I started peeing involuntarily and could not stop. The method, unfortunately, was not entirely a success. I got a fair bit of pee on my shorts (hooray for moisture-wicking athletic wear), and likely also on the floor of my car, but I'd say 90% of it made it into the cup. Good enough! I wish I were making this up, but I was still in the process of pulling my pants up in the backseat of my car when my boyfriend walked right up to the the window. He startled me so badly that I'm very glad I had already peed. Turns out, he was out walking his dog and had seen a lot of the situation from down the street. He was clearly amused, and I was totally mortified. This guy seems to catch me in desperate situations more than anyone else I've been with... too bad he can't appreciate it the way I know some folks would!
  7. Okay, so I found this awesome story on a Norwegian forum and figured I would translate it for you guys. Those fluent in Norse may read the original here :) . Hey, I am a 24 year old girl, and the other day was one of the most embarrassing things I have ever experienced. I work at a perfume shop on the ground floor of a mall, and today I had a stylist appointment on the third floor at three o' clock, and I had talked to my collegue who was to relieve me at three o' clock and arranged for her to arrive 15 minutes earlier. I had to pee so bad, but I was alone from 11-15 and had no chance to go to the bathroom, and the girl who was to relieve me was stuck in traffic and only arrived at about two minutes to three. I had to pee so bad, but I figured it'd be okay, and I had to get to the stylist on time, so I ran there and sat in the chair to cut and dye my hair. Eventually I was almost done, and I thought "finally, 'cause now I'm close to peeing myself". But when the stylist had rinsed out the dye she said she would have to do it again, and when I sat there with that heat thing on my head I felt that I got close to losing it several times, I even did lose it once, but it was just a couple droplets. But when I was done and got up I felt it, "I'm peeing myself any minute, I'll just have to pay and run for the bathroom". And when I stood there and tried to pay there was something wrong with their card machine, and I stood there hopping from foot to foot and holding myself. Then the stylist went to get another girl to ask her for help. And then it happened, it just gushed out! I had zero control, I had tight pale stonewashed jeans and winter boots on so it wasn't a problem for anyone to see what happened, and there were probably a thousand people at the mall. There was so much pee coming out, I never think I've peed so much in my life. It dripped down from my crotch and onto the floor, it gushed like a waterfall up along my buttocks and down my tights, and out between the zippers of my boots. My boots got so soaked it sounded like a wet sponge when I walked. And I had to stand there until that other girl showed up, and they couldn't get the machine to work, so I had to go all the way through the mall to find a cash point with soaked pants! Then I had to go pay, then I had to go to the custodian for a bucket and mop to dry the huge puddle I'd left by the cash register at the stylist. Then I had to go through the mall and across the market, through the town to the bus terminal and then get on the bus home, and then I wet myself again on the ride home. It wasn't deliberate, but since I was already wet in and on my pants and in my panties it just came by itself, it was like it was just okay with my body. So on the bus home and from the bus stop I spurted all the way. To be honest, though, I have never felt so embarrassed but also so free simultaneously, and it was lovely! But the weird thing is, my body has kinda grown used to it, so the past four days I've awoken in the morning and felt that I have wet the bed :/ . Plus I have wet myself once on the bus too, it's like I have no control over my bladder anymore, even though I know I do... has anyone else experienced this after an accident? There you go, hope you enjoyed! It's translated very directly from Norwegian, so the 'tone' is probably a bit different from what you're used to, but hope you enjoy nonetheless :) .
  8. I happened to be leaving from the Phillies baseball game yesterday and while driving down the road there was a beautiful girl, probably in her 20's, wearing a pair of red mesh shorts and a white t-shirt. She finished loading up her SUV and shut the trunk. After doing so she grabbed the waist of her shorts on both sides and headed to the far side of the SUV away from the street looking as if she was going to pop a squat and pee. At this point I had sadly passed her but could see her come back around quickly to get in the driver seat. This is where it ended for me unfortunately but on the ride home I played out several endings in my head as to how this may have ended for her. I gather she saw more people walking around then she would have liked to have seen. It would have without a doubt made my day to witness her pee either on the side of the road or while in her car but I wasn't about to stop and be creepy so I could attempt watching her pee. Has anyone else had the chance to either pee or witness someone else pee at a tailgate for a sporting event or in a parking lot in general? Feel free to add your own ending to the story as well.
  9. Explicit Content http://informoverload.com/topless-femen-activists-taunt-ukranian-president-explicit-content/ and another link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s65WXZqbNqY WARNING: There is CENSORED nudity in this, proceed only if you are sure.
  10. I saw this and just HAD to share it with you guys, what do you think happened here? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzarqYVRcMo Guess she had to pee badly and the dancing was just too much for her bladder. Peeing is at 0:40s if you just want to skip to that part.
  11. I finally got around to buying some drawing equipment and was eager to try it out. So I decided: why not finally contribute to my favourite fetish community? This one goes out to all lovers of busty babes & bulging bladders. Hope you enjoy. WARNING: NUDITY! "Mortifying situation in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..."
  12. HI guys, maybe lately I've been opening too many topics, but well, I love experimenting, so... :P Besides, I checked to see if a post like this already exists, and I couldn't find it, so... Here I go: I never tried to be VERY desperate in public, because I would be super embarrassed to wet myself while seen by strangers, and unlike some other members of this community, I don't get aroused by public humiliation. I enjoy roleplay humiliation, because it's mutually planned. Nevertheless, I really find arousing, the idea of not having full control of me while out from home, and I'd like to have some hidden leak in public. So I'd like to try wearing something absorbent into my underwear and hang around in public, keeping myself busy, until I leak and wet myself. I'm also curious to feel the sensation of damp and warm. What could I use for that? I think a diaper would be too much, and besides I'm not sure I like the idea. I never lost control to the point of totally soaking myself, so something smaller should be ok. Though it would be probably make me feel a sissy (I'm male and 100% eterosexual) I thought about pads... Do you know what kind of pad is the best for my purpose? Otherwise, do you know other things I could use, also home-made solutions? Maybe I could even prefere a home-made thing 'cause if I buy pads, I wouldn't know where to hide theme (and I don't live alone). - Gnii
  13. Found these videos while searching YouTube. Wanted to save them before YouTube takes the videos down. Partial nudity in the train video(shows her breast). I walking outdoor and peeing in my blue jeans.mp4 nice girl peeing in her slip !!.mp4 peeing public in train.mp4
  14. Hi everyone. This new story is taking such a long time to complete, I though I'd post it in chapters. Doing it this way might also motivate me to get the rest of it finished! This is part 1, and part 2 is nearly ready to go (unless I decide to completely change it ... again!) I would love to know what you all think so far, good bad or indifferent. I'll aim to have part 2 posted by next weekend, or sooner if I get any positive comments! Just as a side note, although this story continues on from the previous 2 stories I wrote about Megan and Sarah, you don't need to have read them to know what's going on. For anyone that's interested, the links to the previous 2 can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/9077-the-first-desperate-encounter/ https://omorashi.org/topic/9635-megan-and-sarah-public-humiliation/ ------------------------- Chapter 1 Megan hobbled through an eerily silent nightclub, hunched over and desperate for relief. The dance floor was packed, a throng of mute partygoers bopping soundlessly to absolute silence. Megan’s high heels clipped rhythmically across the dance floor, the only sound in the room, as she pushed and shoved her way through the dense crowd. She had been busting to pee for hours, her bladder now a swollen protruding balloon inside her usually flat abdomen. Shivering under the strain, a wave of pressure began to build, pushing down on her tiring sphincter and forcing her to an abrupt stop. Glancing around, everyone’s eyes were fixed on her as they laughed and snickered, always in total silence. She tried to speak to them, to plead for help, but her words wouldn’t come. In a last valiant attempt to hold back a sizzling jet of fragrant urine, she crossed her legs, wrapping them around one another, frantically squeezing her delicate vagina with the tops of her shapely thighs. She held her breath, feeling her pee come to the very brink. Forcing her trembling muscles to clench shut, her whole body was tensed, straining and shuddering as she fought against an overwhelming urge to simply wet herself. Cradling her solid bladder with both hands, she soothed and caressed it as the peak of the pressure subsided just a fraction. With enough control to risk moving again, she limped off, stumbling down a secluded corridor away from the other partygoers. Shuffling onwards, she winced as every footstep threatened to make the urine explode from her lips. The club’s main hall now behind her, she scanned her surroundings, desperate to find any clue for the location of the bathrooms. Just then, on the edge of hearing, was the distant sound of a flushing toilet. She winced at the thought of release, bending forward at the waist, urgently trying to make more room for her frantic bladder inside her petite frame. She glanced around, searching for the source of the noise, for somewhere to finally be able to pee. She struggled forward down the seemingly never ending corridor, unable to stand up straight, whimpering softly under her breath. One foot in front of the other, she soldiered on until a different sound whispered into her mind. She could hear someone peeing, the unmistakable hiss of another woman releasing her golden liquid. She knew she must be close. Slowing to a stop she stood breathless and confused for a moment, straining her ears to listen. Her wee was now on the edge of involuntary release, and her muscles began to falter. Plunging her hand down inside her knickers, she grasped her vagina and began to massage her slit with her fingertips. Not long now, just hold on. As the wave of desperation reached its peak, she kneaded and squeezed her womanhood, curtsying deeply to hold back the flood. She had to pee, right now. Sarah took her eyes off the monotony of the motorway and glanced over to the passenger seat, admiring the beauty of the woman she had come to love. As the weeks had gone by, Megan had become more than just a good friend. She had become her lover, and someone she was beginning to realise could make her happy for the rest of her life. The car journey so far had been long and tedious, and the 5am start this morning had proved to be a struggle. But, now they were nearing their destination, she knew it would all be worth it. Sarah watched as Megan tossed her head from side to side, still sound asleep and breathing heavily. She could tell that Megan was dreaming, and longed to be able to take a peek inside her head. Hoping the dream was about her, she returned her focus back to the road, pushing down on the accelerator. Wave after wave of desperation washed over Megan as she finally neared the end of the corridor, her eyes darting back and forth in a panicked search for the bathroom. The hissing was growing louder and she prayed that relief was close. If it wasn’t, she knew it was game over. Her pee was about to jet out, into her knickers if nowhere more suitable, and she would be powerless to stop it. With fingers now crammed permanently against her pussy, the fabric of her underwear bunching up between her lips, the conscious decision to hold it in would soon be taken away from her. With trembling buttocks and erratic breathing, her fingertips continued to knead her flawless vulva as she plodded on, helpless and half bent overt. Knowing she was out of time, she prayed for a miracle. Following the directions from the satnav, Sarah flicked on the indicator and turned the steering wheel, leaving the motorway behind them. With just 20 miles to go, the glittering lights and thrilling rides of their journey’s end was finally in sight. Sarah looked over at Megan, still asleep but obviously very restless. She had a pretty good idea what was making her uncomfortable. There was a good chance it was the 2 large glasses of juice and 4 cups of tea she had plied her with at breakfast. For the last few miles Megan had been moaning softly to herself, both hands resting in her lap, fidgeting in her seat. With the journey coming to an end soon, Sarah knew the fun was only just beginning. In a bid to alleviate the boredom, she clicked on the radio and began to hum along to the tune. With a last explosion of energy, Megan staggered through a set of doors and finally burst into the bathroom, the heavenly sight of a toilet cubicle almost too much for her distended bladder to take. Already edging the waistband of her leggings down her bum, she lurched towards the cubicle door. The hissing sound was now almost deafening, teasing and tormenting her as she pushed the cubicle door open. The loo, a shining beacon of hope, came into view, but that hope drained in a heartbeat when she saw Sarah was already sitting on it, wetting hard and fast with a smug grin on her face. Megan’s leggings and knickers now round her knees, she stumbled forward, her pee holding muscles on the brink of failure. Pleading with Sarah to hurry up, her words were lost to the deafening roar of Sarah’s sizzling vagina, pee squirting unrelentingly from her body and splashing loudly into the bowl. Megan inched closer, her bursting pussy just inches from Sarah’s face. Without warning Sarah reached behind Megan and began to fondle her bum, pulling her even closer. Megan, too overcome with desperation, was powerless to stop her. With tears running down her face, her body bucked and writhed as she fought against the tidal wave of wee that was about to erupt from her. Her bladder contracted and shuddered, desperately attempting to push out the urine, just as Sarah began to massage her clit with her tongue. Her knees almost buckled from the overwhelming pleasure, but the stimulation was short lived, abruptly withdrawn and replaced instead with a set of probing fingers. Megan looked down in horror as she felt Sarah began to part her lips with her fingertips, holding her open so her urethra twinkled in the dim light. It was too much to take, and at last she felt it begin to happen. Her body, unable to endure any more punishment, was taking matters into its own hands. As the pee began to slip down her urethra…. … she opened her eyes. Megan sat bolt upright and jammed her hands between her legs, but not before a tiny droplet of warm pee bubbled from her pee hole. She felt it disperse inside her lips, trickling downward and slickening her pussy. Sarah looked over and shot Megan a wide smile. “Hi honey, you have a good sleep?” Megan didn’t respond and instead tried to rationalise what had just happened. The memory of her dream was already fading, replaced instead with the very real awareness that her bladder was about to explode its contents into the crotch of her frilly knickers. In a groggy haze, she continued to press her fingers up hard between her legs, massaging her lips in a desperate attempt to stop a long jet of liquid bursting from her body. "How much further? I could really do with a wee … like, soon." Megan blurted, her mind still muzzy. She bounced up and down in her seat as if to emphasise the point. "We won't be long now, another 20 minutes or so.” Megan glanced at her watch and felt her face flush red from embarrassment. How had she let herself get into this situation ... again! Although Sarah had officially been her girlfriend for several weeks now, Sarah’s opinion of her mattered more than anything in the world. If she lost control of her bodily functions, what would she think? The memory of the last time she wet herself, just a few weeks ago in a crowded nightclub, was still a shining beacon of embarrassment for her, and she had to avoid a repeat of that at all cost. It was almost 9am, and she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the last time she visited the toilet. It was at home, just before 5 this morning, and it had felt so good! She fantasised about it, about how the stream had started slowly before growing into a gushing deluge that parted her vagina as it shot from her body, hissing loudly as it cascaded into the water below. The feeling of relief as her bladder pushed the last droplets from her had been heavenly, far removed from the heavy stinging ache she was experiencing now. If she knew then how desperate she would be after just a few hours, she would have savoured and enjoyed the relief while it had lasted. A few minutes passed with Megan gazing out of the passenger window, trying to act nonchalant. But however hard she tried to hide it, her body language portrayed the true picture. There were no two ways about it, Megan was bursting, and subconsciously her body was screaming it to the world. Sarah glanced over and drank in one of the most erotic sights she had ever witnessed. Megan was sitting awkwardly in her seat, slightly more bent forward than usual, her thumb covertly holding the seat belt from her abdomen. She was trembling slightly, which could be heard in her breathing as her desperately full bladder waged war against her struggling sphincter. Her legs were clenched together and the muscles in her thighs were tensing rhythmically. Sarah smiled to herself as the familiar ache of arousal swept over her body, nervous butterflies suddenly taking flight in her stomach. She fantasised about kissing and teasing every inch of Megan’s perfect young body, feeling her wriggle and writhe as she fought to stop the pee erupting from between her legs. Her pussy tingled with excitement, but she knew that if she played her cards right, the next few hours had the potential to become even more mind blowing. She reigned in the fantasy and returned as much concentration as she could prise away from Megan, back to the road. Megan grit her teeth and her whole body tensed as the car bumped across a deep pot hole. As if coming to a decision, Megan started to rummage through her bag. There had to be some kind of container in there somewhere. Something, anything she could pee into! "I’m sorry," Megan moaned, hoping she was keeping the trembling out of her voice, "but I really need to pee!" “Babe, we’ll be there in 15 minutes! Stop being a child, I’m sure you can hold it.” Sarah retorted, trying to strike a balance between sternness and concern, but completely failing to convey any concern at all. Another brief period of silence descended on the couple. Megan suddenly felt humiliated and ashamed, but strangely, even more attracted to Sarah than ever before. It felt like she had just been told off by her favourite teacher, something she always managed to avoid back at school. Perhaps it would have been fun to have been a naughty girl after all. She sat and thought for a moment, gazing at Sarah through pleading eyes. “Please stop, I don’t think I can wait.” whispered Megan almost to herself, knowing full well that Sarah would refuse anyway. Her bladder felt heavy and swollen, a renewed surge of pressure bearing down on her taught muscles. Tentatively, as if hoping Sarah wouldn’t notice, she continued with a one-handed search of the bag, the other still kneading her vagina though her tight leggings. Finding a half empty water bottle tucked away in one of the pockets, she looked at it suspiciously, assessing its suitability. It was small, just 500ml, and the opening was even smaller, but it would have to do. Getting rid of its current contents, she gulped down the water, filling her cheeks before letting the liquid slip down her throat. She hadn’t realised until then how thirsty she was. “What are you doing? You’ll never be able to pee into that, you’ll just have to hold it!” Megan heard the comment, but chose to ignore it. The possibility of finding something to pee into had made her think about relief, and in her mind she was already weeing full force into the small bottle. She knew Sarah wouldn’t like it, but what choice did she have? The only other alternative was to wet the seat, and she figured Sarah would really hate that idea. Unbuckling her belt, she gently scooched to the edge of her seat and glanced over to Sarah before edging down her leggings, stopping when they were round her knees. Sarah was glaring at her and feeling more than slightly miffed that days of planning were going to end with such an anti-climax. A desperate Megan had been a recurring fantasy for a very long time, long before they had even got together. It was a conversation, however, that she hadn’t yet had the bravery to broach, which meant Megan was still totally in the dark about Sarah’s fetish. The thought alone sent Sarah wild with lust and desire, and she had to think of something fast to make her hold on longer. Pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side, Megan graced Sarah with a brief glimpse of her most intimate region. Desperate for a better view, Sarah leaned over, staring fixedly at the perfect folds of skin between Megan’s legs. Every time she saw it, Sarah was always stunned by its flawless perfection, and knowing a litre of hot pee was about to burst out of it made it look even hotter than usual. “Don’t get my seat wet! That’s expensive leather!” Sarah shouted in a final attempt to persuade her to hold it. Megan wriggled forward some more and held the bottle under her, trying to keep her hand steady. Sensing she had a distinct lack of aim, she teased her lips apart with her fingertips, getting a sudden sense of déjà vu as a brief snippet of her dream flitted into her consciousness. It was taking all her strength and willpower to stop her trembling vulva from gushing fluid into the foot well. Guessing roughly the location of her pee hole, Megan brought the bottle closer and held her breath. Sarah knew it was now or never, and as if having her prayers answered, a loud siren and a set of blue flashing lights abruptly broke the trance she was in. Returning her focus back to the road, Sarah panicked when she saw she had allowed the car to drift into the oncoming lane. Quickly correcting her mistake they lurched to the left, throwing Megan off balance. Dropping the bottle and releasing her lips, Megan groped for the door handle for support. Failing to grab hold, she was instead ruthlessly flung back into her seat, her fragile bladder bouncing painfully inside her abdomen. Megan, shocked by the sudden drama, felt her heart begin to race as the car screeched and fishtailed. Tyres squealing, Megan closed her eyes and held on for dear life.
  15. Anime Train public peeing

    Hey everyone I came across this the other day and have edited to include only the relevant scenes. It is of two anime girls peeing on the train, and then a few scenes of one girl peeing in a couple of different poses at the end. Co-edaffairs-1.mp4
  16. For the sake of protecting the innocent, the name of the woman highlighted in this story has been changed to Nikki. This incident happened 4 years ago when my wife and her best friend (Nikki) were in college, meaning they were 21 at the time. Nikki is about 5'6, 115. She was a brunette at the time with a red streak in her hair. She has a pretty face and great legs. She was wearing tight blue jeans that night. My wife and I (girlfriend at the time) were invited out to my friends apartment for a party. I wasn't feeling well that night so I stayed home, but I told her to go out and have a good time (just my luck missing out on a sighting). They arrived at the party and had a couple of beers. It was a small party, just 8 friends having a good time, so the 30 rack disappeared pretty fast. Nikki volunteered to make a beer run and my wife tagged along with her. They drove to a convenience store that was 10 minutes away instead of the nearest convenience store that was 5 minutes away, because they had a gas station and she needed to fill up. They pump the gas, go into the store, and as they make their purchase Nikki asks if she can use their bathroom. The guy says it's employees only so they leave and start making their way back to the party. 1 minute into the drive back Nikki starts breathing kind of heavy. My wife asks her if she's ok. Nikki reply's that she's fine, she just didn't realize just how full her bladder was until just now. She felt a need at the store, that's why she asked, but it wasn't severe. She was just surprised at how fast the urge had increased, but she's fine. About 90 seconds later she starts breathing heavy again, my wife looks over and sees her sweating. She asks "are you sure you're ok?". Nikki then concedes that she doesn't know. It was a hot summer day so she had been drinking water regularly throughout the day. She said she peed 2 hours before the party, and as soon as she got to the party she went to the bathroom, she didn't think 2 beers were going to go through her this quickly. Another minute goes by and they are stopped at a red light. Nikki is now holding herself and starts to cry. My wife comforts her by saying everything is ok, everybody has had to pee really bad before at some point, don't be embarrassed if anything happens, and for what it's worth now she needed to pee pretty bad if that made her feel any better. Nikki speeds away once the light turns green, probably going 80 MPH in a 35, and turns into the other convenience store that I mentioned. She runs in and asks to use the bathroom. She's again told employees only, she begs and it's very obvious that she needs to go, but is again is told that she wasn't allowed to use the bathroom. She runs back to the car, stops halfway back, and yells for my wife as she had stayed in the car. My wife gets out of the car and sees Nikki running to the side of the building. She runs to where Nikki is and sees her pulling her pants down. She's told to keep a lookout. The coast is clear so Nikki proceeds to start peeing. My wife told me the first 10 seconds were an absolute torrent, the next 10 seconds produced a regular stream, and then she finished 10 seconds later. Nikki then apologized saying she was embarrassed and said this had never happened to her before, but my wife said there was nothing to apologize for or be embarrassed about. They went back to the party and then my wife used the bathroom, she wasn't lying when she told Nikki she had to go pretty bad too. My wife told me hearing her relieve herself certainly didn't help her situation. A week later Nikki went to go see a doctor and was diagnosed with an overactive bladder. She now is on a mild medication to help her, and has changed her diet to relieve the stress on her bladder. The only other time I saw any other desperation out of her was at her apartment 2 years later. Party for the 4th of July and she was drinking again. This time she was wearing a pair of short white shorts. She was talking to me and fidgeting a bit, went to use the bathroom, but it was in use. So she returned and checked again 5 minutes later, and somebody else was using it now. She did the deep breath thing my wife told me about so I could tell the urge was now strong. Unfortunately, for me, the bathroom was soon unoccupied. She got up and calmly walked over to the bathroom.
  17. I come on this site quite a bit, but have never posted. I recently has a very relevant experience and I figured now was the time to introduce myself. =) About a few weeks ago I was at a metal concert I was much anticipating. I met up with two friends whilst waiting in line, so I got pretty distracted with chatting/anticipation/etc and didn't really plan things like going to the bathroom at all. After waiting in line and talking it up about music for what seemed like forever, I started getting very thirsty. I borrowed a dollar from my friend (the bartender wouldn't accept cards) and grabbed a bottle of water from the bar that was set up in the venue's foyer. I tried to conserve the water, but I ended up chugging most of it pretty quickly. Shortly after, the doors opened and we made our way to the stage. We snagged a spot right up against the barrier, luckily for me... The opening band I wasn't much paying attention to, as I hadn't actually listened to their material before. Towards the end of their set, I realized I had to pee pretty damn bad. I'd had bad experiences in the past in terms of giving up my spot, especially at metal shows. The crowd was, as per usual, packed like sardines. If I left now to use the bathroom, getting back to my spot would have been damned near impossible, let alone annoying. I started considering just going where I stood. The opening band finished up their last song and left, and the anxious wait for the main act began. It was during this wait between the opening and main bands that I seriously started considering going in my pants. For a while, I thought about pulling it out and going in m water bottle, but I figured that would be much less explainable, if I was caught. I was wearing a pair of very ripped jeans that I had dyed black, so any kind of wetness would be basically invisible on them. I was also right up against the stage barrier, so there was no risk of anyone in front of me turning around and seeing what I was doing. I was basically in the perfect situation to do this, and the closer the band got to taking the stage, the less of a chance I had of making back from a bathroom trip in time. After a lot of contemplating and waiting for the band (the setup always seems to take forever), I finally said screw it, and decided to go. I had done this kind of thing before in privacy (a story for another time), so as timid as I was, it came pretty easily. It happened in a short burst at first, but it didn't take long for it to really start flowing. It was so relieving. I stopped after I got a good flow out, after I decided I didn't want to let the wetness reach my shoes, as those are a lot harder to wash after something like this. I felt better, and decided to relax for a bit. Soon after, the band finally came on, taking my mind off of my predicament. Some time into their set, the need hit me again, and I decided I had waited long enough. I started peeing again, this time for much longer, but in shorter bursts. Just as quick as my pants would start to dry up, I would start going again, re-wetting the spot. At a few points, I felt it rushing down my leg quicker than anticipated, and had to stop myself, as I didn't want to get it on my shoes or on the floor. I kept this up for a while, until finally I felt relieved enough to stop and return my attention to the show. After the show I made my way to the bathroom and finally peed in a way that was considered "normal". I was surprised to see quite a lot come out, even after my wetting session. I made the trip to my car later that night and, remembering I was actually driving my dad's car that night, put one of my shirts down on the seat to keep anything from soaking through. That's basically the only time I ever ACTUALLY wet myself in adult life. Hope you guys enjoyed it. =)
  18. Memory of a long time ago

    I was reading Vikka's thread (I use to ask friends to watch me wetting myself and masturbating) and it inspired a memory of something that happened to me a long time ago. I was encouraged to make my own thread with the story. It is reposted nearly verbatim from the other thread. This is basically unedited (except the typos and grammar I noticed while trying). I am afraid that if I try to change anything, I am going to either change what I needed to get out and/or alter what I had written. Any errors, such as s/v disagreements; run on sentences; ending sentences with a preposition like "to"; and the like are going to stay. I cannot stop using the parenthetical remark (for examples: this one, and the following,) to clarify things. It is the way I think and express myself in the written form (much to the chagrin, I am sure, of my AP English teacher so many aeons ago.). I have digressed long enough, When I was thinking about what I did (above), it triggered memories from a long time ago. There is a point (well marked by ***** ) where I fantasized during the middle of what happened once. Hopefully it isn't too disjointed. I am going to let it pour out and post it. If I edit too much or think about it, then I will chicken out. I have a cousin (very much like Frachas - who could get me to anything for her). She would vacation with us (her mom was always working / off with some new guy or husband / fighting with her) and I remembered how she would lie out in her bikini on one of the vinyl band beach loungers. It was great access to see her pee. She could even drop the back of her bottoms and let me watch / taste her while she was peeing. Sometimes, she would tie me to the lounger and invite friends over (one each time). I would be so embarrassed and so excited. She would talk with them, while I was in full view - waiting for me to burst. I remember a couple of times that her friend would come over and sit by my feet and hold her hand over my penis (still in my bathing trunks) while I peed. Once, a friend of hers straddled me and peed on me. If we were at the beach or somewhere not near home, she would hold me close to her, making sure I was pointed down, and make us wait until we were bursting. I wouldn't get hard (I was very nervous that someone would see us - she always had her back facing to the public.). When I couldn't hold it any longer, I would pee into the sand behind her. She would pee all over me. One time a girl/young woman who was slightly older than us stopped and watched until we finished. After my cousin and I parted, she approached us and went off with my cousin for a few hours. Of course, I went through a huge crush phase with my cousin, no, I always had one on her. She had an all girl sleepover for her birthday. She and a group of her friends were in the basement all night watching TV and eating frozen pizza. I was not allowed (and even though I THOUGHT about it, I would never have crashed the party without my cousin's permission (ok, direct order). I went to sleep. She came up and told me that the trash was overflowing and I needed to take it out. Everyone else was asleep. I went downstairs and saw everyone in pyjamas on sleeping bags. I tried not to look. I cleaned up the trash and took it out of the basement door. When I went to go back in, the door was locked. I went around to the front door. Locked. The garage door - locked. Since no one else was up, I went back to the basement door and knocked. My cousin asked me what I would do to get in. It had been a few years since she had played this game with me - so I was really dense at first. I was getting cold and had to go. I told her I'd do anything she wanted to come in. She was quiet for a few minutes. I said a little louder that I do ANYTHING she or her friends wanted. ANYTHING. (I had never told anyone about our games together - so I wasn't sure what she was going to do with a group of friends present.) She asked if I meant anything, anything (our code phrase). I said yes. She unlocked the door; told me to strip; and put a huge cloth on me. I was so embarrassed. She led me to the small bathroom off of the basement. I sat in the tiny stand up shower by the toilet in just a cloth diaper. She told me to stay until she said I could leave. It was hot in the bathroom because it was next to the furnace. Fantasies (and terrors) poured through my head as I sat there. As much of one as I remember is below: (unfortunately this is only what I remember that I fantasized about what could happen. What DID happen is after the second *****) ************************************************** She unlocked the door and pulled me in. I was shivering, nervous, and cold. Then I saw all the girls smiling. Oh hell, I thought, they are going to dress me up as a girl and I am never going to get a girlfriend if they do that. They blindfolded me and took off my shirt. They made me lie down and took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. All I could think of was how much of a small penis I had (have) and how when I am nervous it almost completely retracts. I felt my ass being lifted and I thought 'oh, here comes the dress' . Something was being put on me. It was noisy and I could not figure out what it was. My cousin whispered that I could not move from that spot until she said so. I felt hands on me - and some breath and hair? Then the room got darker and I felt warmth near my face. ("Lick" was said into my ear). I extended my tongue and felt flesh. Then my nose was between someone's cheeks. I licked and she moved until my tongue went inside her. She was pushing onto my mouth for a bit and then got up in frustration. Quickly another was on my face. I licked her and she trickled a little into my mouth. She was very salty. I wasn't ready and gagged a little. She rubbed herself across my mouth and nose and came. I don't remember how many girls there were or who was on my face. The next one speared my nose into her bum. She rubbed herself off while my nose was pushing into her. After her was a taller girl. I knew that because she had to squat a longer time to get contact. She put her bum right over my mouth and my cousin said "lick deeper". I stuck my tongue inside and she tasted kind of tangy? She did not stay long and then I am not sure if or how many more were there, but I knew the smell and feel of the next girl. My cousin smothered me and let loose a flood in my mouth. I could taste her skin and her excitement. She leaned over and moved off whatever was covering my cock. ("Pee" she commanded). I tried. I was nervous and was breathing heavily. I could taste her pee in my mouth. She took me in her mouth - her teeth grazing my head. It was painful, ticklish, and wow, just wow. She sat back up, and planted her bum over my mouth ("Tease me" she commanded). I traced around her hole as her hands stroked me. I know I wasn't hard and I ached to be hard. (I felt like I was going to pee like Old Faithful and orgasm - but I couldn't do either.) She climbed off and asked me quietly if I was ok? (yes). Was I nervous? I nodded. She put the cloth something over my cock again and lay beside me, holding me. ("It's okay, it's just us here..."). After a bit I relaxed and if someone had told me I went off like a firehose. There were surprised squeals and hands on the cloth covering me. I felt very self conscious and shy and afraid of what I was to be called. Someone sat on top of my hips and peed on me. ************************* That was all I remember of the fantasies (what ifs while I was sitting there). Here is what did happen (during while I was having the fantasies). A girl got up and came into the bathroom. I looked at her and she seemed curious and embarrassed. She asked me to turn my head. I did. She peed without me seeing her. She got up and left. Another girl came in and tried to close the door, to which my cousin got up and pulled it open. She tied it open so no one could close it. Her friend shrugged and pulled her panties down and sat down. She peed and farted a lot. She got up and wiped, giving me a view of her bum and lips. She wiped front to back and tossed the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I was beet red. The next girl ran in and was peeing before she got her panties off completely. She sprayed everywhere. I did not get to see her. Another girl came in a bit later and wiped the toilet seat with 409 before sitting down. As she tossed out the paper, I could see her damp panties as she peeled them off herself and sat down. I sneezed and felt myself peeing. The girl on the toilet just stopped breathing. Everyone ran over and crowded into the doorway. I tried to stop but I could not. I know I was burning red in the face. I knew I was going to get beaten up at school on Monday because someone would tell. I was sopping wet from my chest to my legs. When I was done, one (or two or more - i don't remember) of the girls took off the diaper cloth and showered me. They took me into the basement area and dried me off. They put my clothes back on me and I think one of them kissed my cheek. I guess I made it back upstairs to bed. No one ever mentioned what happened. I've never told anyone this before. I have had a couple of female friends who were into public wetting (and/or exhibition, masturbation, sex, wearing diapers). I never even told them about this.
  19. On the way home from school

    Okay so I've never really shared this story before because this happened about 2 years ago but I figured I may as well share it now :) Usually when I am in school I use the bathroom in any of my breaks, I must have a small bladder or something because within about 3 hours I need the toilet again. When I was going my GCSE's a few years ago I had to stay until 5pm to do a revision session after class and then I would get the bus home. I must have been to the bathroom in the day at some point because I can never last all day. After this revision I needed the toilet a little bit, I had been drinking water throughout the day but if I went to the bathroom I would have missed my bus so I left school. It was winter so it was dark by 5pm and I got on my bus just in time. When the bus started moving I could tell that i was becoming desperate, whenever the bus jerked I would feel how desperate I was to go. I started thinking about moving my skirt out of the way and peeing into the bus seat because my desperation was becoming so bad. There wasn't many people on the bus but I was too scared that the pee would leak out and start dripping onto the floor and I would be found out so I decided to wait. I remembered that there were public toilets where I got off my bus near the shops so I decided to wait. Once I was off the bus I headed for the toilets, by now I was really desperate and walking in the cold was making it even worse. The toilets were closed (typical) because all of the shops were closed. I would have had to walk about 30 minutes to get back home from where I was and I didn't think I could hold it that long. I kept on walking in the dark, trying not to grab myself when I felt a wave of desperation. I couldn't make it home and I didn't want to wet myself because my mum would have definitely found out so I kept looking out for somewhere that I could pee. After a while I fount a small alley that was dark and there were no people about so I ran down it and lifted my skirt and coat out of the way. I leaned my back against the wall as I squatted down and I let everything out. It was freezing and I just let myself pee through my panties because they would be pretty easy to wash and hide myself and I really didn't think I even had time to pull them down. It took a while for me to get everything out because I was afraid someone might find me, I stayed there until everything was out and then I took off my panties and wrung them out then stuffed them into my bag. I adjusted my skirt to cover myself up and then I headed home after that. That happened to me about 2 years ago when I didn't even know what Omorashi was!
  20. No wetting! Poor picture quality. Pop a squat on a car. Revenge of the Piss.mp4
  21. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqTh09FD_kQ Drunk Chick wetting in Elevator.mp4 Drunk Chick wetting in Elevator.flv
  22. Bus Desperation By p0ptartcat Shannon strolled through the streets of town, the wind blowing in her tan brown hair. She was wearing denim shorts and a white top with a red cardigan on top. She stopped when she saw her friend, waved and dashed daintily up to her. Today, she was spending the day shopping in town with one of her friends, Tilly. She was wearing jeans and a white and black striped jumper. When the two met, they greeted then hugged. "Where shall we go first?" Tilly asked her friend. "I was thinking about getting a dress for Dylan's party next week. We could pick up some extra clothes while we're at the shop." And with that, the two walked off. They visited various clothes shops. Picking up different clothes as they travelled from shop to shop. "This dress really suits you Shannon." "I really like it." Shannon was wearing a black dress and black tights. This is what she decided she would get for Dylan's upcoming party. "I don't really like any of the dresses. I'm probably gonna wear my purple one to the party," Tilly decided. "Well, I'm gonna get this one and the tights." "Yeah, you look stunning in them!" Shannon blushed and crossed her legs. She went back in the changing rooms and changed back to her previous clothes. She then paid for her items and rejoined Tilly, who was waiting outside. The two walked for a bit more, when Tilly whispered to Shannon "I need the loo. Badly." She crossed her legs tightly. "I kinda need to go too." The two searched for a nearby toilet. They found a public toilet and went in, but all the stalls were occupied, and there was quite a long line to use them. Tilly groaned. The two ran out then spotted a nearby café. They ran in then stopped a waitress. "Can we use your loo please?" The waitress had trouble hearing Tilly as her voice was rushed when she asked. But she soon realised what she had said. She could tell she was pretty desperate, so she pointed to a staircase and said "yes. The toilets are just up there." "Thank you," Tilly gasped, and with that, she sprinted up the stairs, Shannon struggling to follow behind. She darted into the first cubicle and locked the door. Shannon saw the jeans and panties slip down Tilly's legs. She then heard the sound of urine hitting the toilet and a sigh of relief. Shannon then walked into a cubicle, locked it and then squatted down, taking off her shorts and panties as she sat down. Shannon was first to finish. She didn't really have to go much, so she was on the toilet for about 10 seconds. She pulled up her clothes and flushed. Tilly then came out 30 seconds later. "Wow," Shannon thought to herself. "Thank god for that. I've been needing to go for ages!" Shannon nodded. She probably hadn't been holding it for as long as he was trying to say, but she must've been needing to go for a long time. Shannon realised that she must've either not noticed her desperation, or Tilly was hiding it. "While we're here, do you wanna grab a coffee?" Tilly asked Shannon. "Erm, might as well." The two proceeded down the stairs and sat down at the nearest table for two. They both ordered coffees and discussed various things. After their coffee, they went into a media shop, where they hung out for a bit, looking at all the gadgets and CDs that were on display. After that, they went into a corner shop, where Tilly bought a packet of sweets, and Shannon bought a chocolate bar and a soft drink. They then went over to a plaza, where they sat down and consumed their purchases. As Shannon drank her drink, she started feeling an ache in her bladder. The coffee and soft drink must have got to her quickly, even though she had recently emptied her bladder. She chose to leave it, she would probably forget about it later. The two continued to walk around town. They saw a few other friends and hung out with them for a bit, before going their own separate ways. They then each bought birthday cards for Dylan, and then went and bought shakes. They each bought new school bags and extra school equipment that needed to be replaced, before going to the local library to use the free wi-fi that was available. However, Shannon hadn't forgotten about her bladder. Every so often, she would keep getting an urge of desperation, but it would eventually go. Just before they left the library, Tilly went to use the toilet (again). Shannon wanted to join her, but decided against it. She could hold it in until she got home. It was starting to get late, so the girls decided to go home. They caught a bus together. The girls were sat one row away from the backseats, as there were people already occupying those seats. Everyone else was at the front of the bus, however, it wasn't very crowded, which was a change, as this bus is usually really crowded. The two girls didn't really talk much on the bus. Tilly was on her phone most of the time and Shannon was being occupied by something much worse. Her bladder. The desperation had come back. She crossed her legs tightly. The urge to pee had become much more violent than before. She really should've gone when she had the chance. The people who occupied the back row got off all at the same time. They must've all been together. Tilly had asked if she wanted to move, but Shannon rejected. She didn't want to move from where she was. "Are you alright Shannon?" "What? No, I'm, um, fine." Shannon could tell by the look on Tilly's face that she knew something was wrong, but she didn't really seem to care, much to Shannon's fortune. She had a hard time telling people when she needed to pee. "Come on!" Shannon thought to herself. The traffic was really bad, and her bladder hadn't become any better. She started moving around uncomfortably, her denim shorts rubbed against the bus seat. "Bollocks!" There was a road closure, so the bus would have to take a diversion through the lanes, which would mean it would take longer to reach Shannon's home. "Ooh, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" The bus turned a sharp corner, causing the vehicle to jostle. Shannon felt a small warm dribble shoot out of her urethra and into her panties. She quickly grabbed her crotch, determined not to let anymore escape. She looked down at her shorts There was a tiny wet stain on them. It wasn't visible from far away. You would have to be really close to notice it. Shannon groaned. Her bladder was aching so hard, she was finding it difficult to hold on. She wanted to just let it all go. But she couldn't. Not in a public place. She would have to wait, no matter how much it hurt. They were getting so close to home, but Shannon couldn't hold on anymore. She groaned again, this time Tilly noticed. "What's wrong Shannon?" Tilly asked, glancing at her, before looking back at her phone. "I need to pee. Really bad." Tilly then stopped staring at her phone and instead, stared at Shannon. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on." It was becoming clear that she would lose control any second now. Another spurt shot out of Shannon's urethra. Shannon squealed. She had begun to sweat. Her crotch mixed with sweat and urine. "Well, if you need to go that bad, you could do what I did." "What? What did you do?" Tilly sighed. But Shannon was getting impatient. "Unzip your shorts and pee on the bus. Don't worry. There's no-one to see you. Their all at the front of the bus." Shannon thought for a minute. "I can't do that!" "Well would you rather pee on a bus, or pee in your pants?" Shannon definitely didn't want to wet herself, so she knew she would have to do what Tilly said. "You're right." Shannon took a deep breath and reluctantly unzipped her shorts, revealing her pink panties. She leaned forward and put moved the front of her panties out of the way. They felt a little damp, most of it urine, some of it was sweat. She leaned forward even more, and peed. She only released a small spurt at first. She didn't want the urine to make a massive puddle. Tilly noticed this. "Just do it all now. It's much quicker." Shannon let out another spurt. It began making a tiny puddle on the floor. She then leaned further in, and began to pee a whole stream. A huge relief wept across Shannon's body. The urine wasn't all crashing down at once into a massive puddle, however, some of it went on her shoes and shopping bags, but she didn't care. "Hurry up!" Shannon let go of the front of her panties and quickly buttoned her shorts back up again. Her shoes were in the puddle she had made, but she didn't care. She felt relieved, and naughty at the same time. Now that she looked back, it excited her, the thrill of doing something wrong began to turn her on a bit. The two then parted their separate ways. Shannon's shoes left a small trail of urine behind as she walked off the bus, but no-one seemed to notice. When she got home, her parents weren't at home. She then had an idea. She enjoyed that feeling of naughtiness that she experienced on the bus and she wanted to experience it again. She then drank 2 pints of water, and sat on a chair at the kitchen table. She didn't plan on moving for a long time.
  23. Female Lawn Duty

    Anais was just about to mow her front lawn when she felt the need to pee. She wondered if it was because she drank two liters of root beer, plus thirty-two ounces of Gatorade. "Whew, that just went down quick!" she said as she bent down to start the lawn mower. As she mows the lawn, the pressure in her bladder began to gradually grow. Only halfway done, she could feel that her floodgates are taking some damage. "It's filling up!" she whimpers, desperately trying to hold it in. As she is busy holding in her pee, her body had sweated to where the front part of her shirt was wet on the collar. "I'd better at least take THESE off." Anais stops the mower for a second to take off her black shorts, revealing her blue and white striped panties, and then starts it back up. Finally finishing an hour later, she takes her shorts and wipes the sweat off of her face. Her bladder, though, has just about reached a breaking point, where if she makes a bad step, the floodgates would burst open. She didn't think that she would have enough time to make it to the bathroom. She almost wanted to take off her panties and just pee out in the open, but she didn't want to take any chances on anyone looking at her. So, she sticks with plan B-- run straight towards the nearest tree or bush and pee there. Living in a city populated with trees and bushes, she wasn't far at all from a perfect spot. Eventually, she finds a huge bush to hide behind. "Perfect!" she shouts. "Now all I have to do is make it." Anais lets go of the lawn mower and goes behind the huge bush. But the second she reached for her panties in attempt to pull them down, she could feel her floodgates finally bursting open, releasing a massive torrent into her panties, staining them yellow as a stream had came from between her legs. But after about five seconds, she stops the torrent and closes her floodgates. But it was too late; her panties are completely soaked in pee. As much as she wanted to just let it all out in her panties, she didn't want to stain them too heavily to the point where even bleach wouldn't be able to get them out. She takes off her panties and stood up. She then takes the panties and strains her pee out of them. While she was doing this, she figured she would release the rest of her load. She spreads her legs apart and leans forward. She releases her pee in a big and quite sprinkly torrent that splattered on the bush's roots as if she was giving it a shower. "Oooooh, that feels better," she says as she finishes within twenty seconds. She rubs herself a little, but then puts her shorts back on. She takes the lawn mower and shoves it in the shed, and them went inside to take a long shower. Just great, another re-post. :(
  24. Female Lawn Duty

    Anais was just about to mow her front lawn when she felt the need to pee. She wondered if it was because she drank two liters of root beer, plus thirty-two ounces of Gatorade. "Whew, that just went down quick!" she said as she bent down to start the lawn mower. As she mows the lawn, the pressure in her bladder began to gradually grow. Only halfway done, she could feel that her floodgates are taking some damage. "It's filling up!" she whimpers, desperately trying to hold it in. As she is busy holding in her pee, her body had sweated to where the front part of her shirt was wet on the collar. "I'd better at least take THESE off." Anais stops the mower for a second to take off her black shorts, revealing her blue and white striped panties, and then starts it back up. Finally finishing an hour later, she takes her shorts and wipes the sweat off of her face. Her bladder, though, has just about reached a breaking point, where if she makes a bad step, the floodgates would burst open. She didn't think that she would have enough time to make it to the bathroom. She almost wanted to take off her panties and just pee out in the open, but she didn't want to take any chances on anyone looking at her. So, she sticks with plan B-- run straight towards the nearest tree or bush and pee there. Living in a city populated with trees and bushes, she wasn't far at all from a perfect spot. Eventually, she finds a huge bush to hide behind. "Perfect!" she shouts. "Now all I have to do is make it." Anais lets go of the lawn mower and goes behind the huge bush. But the second she reached for her panties in attempt to pull them down, she could feel her floodgates finally bursting open, releasing a massive torrent into her panties, staining them yellow as a stream had came from between her legs. But after about five seconds, she stops the torrent and closes her floodgates. But it was too late; her panties are completely soaked in pee. As much as she wanted to just let it all out in her panties, she didn't want to stain them too heavily to the point where even bleach wouldn't be able to get them out. She takes off her panties and stood up. She then takes the panties and strains her pee out of them. While she was doing this, she figured she would release the rest of her load. She spreads her legs apart and leans forward. She releases her pee in a big and quite sprinkly torrent that splattered on the bush's roots as if she was giving it a shower. "Oooooh, that feels better," she says as she finishes within twenty seconds. She rubs herself a little, but then puts her shorts back on. She takes the lawn mower and shoves it in the shed, and them went inside to take a long shower.