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  1. Hoo boy! This was personally one of the worst moments of my entire life. Thankfully, no long lasting damage resulted from this, but in the moment, I WAS DEVASTATED. So, in context, at the time I lived in a rural area. There's a decently sized wooded area behind my house. Lots of great foliage! Okay? Got that? Great! It was in the midst of summer vacation, days were long, boring, and hot. And the obnoxious teen Krissy version of me, felt that she just didn't take enough risks in her life! Sure I had experimented a lot by that point in holding, wetting myself, even using diapers, as if the use and discreet disposal of those weren't risky enough, I really wanted to try something more 'outdoorsy'. Opportunity came knocking when my entire family left to go to a family gathering! I never go to them. It's my mother's side, and well, we don't get along too well. So, this of course meant, I got the entire house to my self! I got some rules of course, don't have anyone over, don't leave the yard, but nothing against using my undies as a portable toilet! I gave it a few hours after they left, took the alone time to do some more, normal? Things I guess? You know, listening to music way too loud, taking the living room television for myself, and well, being a closeted trans girl, taking the opportunity to wear some of my more feminine clothes around the home. But soon the time was upon me! I just wanted to do one thing, go out into the woods in my yard, hold for as long as I can, and not return until I ruined a pair of underwear! I changed into more masculine attire, figuring as long as I wear normal undergarments, no one would notice anything on my dark pants in the area between my house and the trees. After I got into my hiding spot, my heart was racing. The tension was something else. You ever hear someone's AC turn on from outside out of nowhere, just silence, listening to the birds, and suddenly BZZZZZZZZ!!! Every time I nearly had a heart attack. As for the holding, it was fun! I took the time to imagine myself if anyone was watching, what would they say? Would they notice I had to go? The combination of getting more and more desperate, and the tension of not being in a locked room for once kept me more than occupied in my brain-space. Eventually I got to the point it became unpleasant, (also it was way too hot to be out there for much longer). And decided enough, was enough, and I let the waters flow. The distinct sound I think we all know of pee streaming down someone's pants, dripping onto the ground. I'm sure the local flora were very appreciative! And even, having to well, y'know, go number 2 as well, I let that out into my underwear as well. Feeling total and complete relaxation, I felt like the bravest girl in the world! For a few minutes. I have these, neighbors. And they have a kid. He's not too old. At the time of the story, I think he was like, 11? 12? Maybe younger. But APPARENTLY he and his friend are two explorers! Explorers who happen to just LOVE taking an expedition into the unknown wilds, of other people's property! After a few minutes of taking in the feelings my lower body was provided by relieving myself, I started to hear talking. I instantly froze. I didn't move. I didn't breath! I was hoping, praying, that they were going to go the opposite direction of me. Nope! I saw the two of them through the leaves far before they could see me. They were coming right toward me, and it was any second now, before they found me. I don't think I was that exposed or anything, but up close, anyone could see I wet myself, and the only thing I heard one of them say was. "It smelled like someone pooped themselves." THOSE SIX WORDS ARE STILL BURNED IN MY GUILTY SUBCONSCIOUS. Right as I heard those words and they were almost upon me, my fight or flight instincts took over, and I bolted! I ran through the leaves in the opposite direction of them, not even trying to take the sneakiest route, I took the shortest one all the way too my back door. I opened that ran inside, locked the door, and the burning of my blushing face, began to sting even. I quickly took a shower, changed, threw that pair of underwear in a trash bag, and took it out. And happily spent the rest of the day avoiding anything omo related and regretting my life choices. To this day I have no idea if they saw me, or recognized me. No one ever brought it up to me, so I'm hoping for the best! Either that, or they're just too disturbed to talk to me. Well, thanks for reading! It felt good to get this off my chest in a judgment free zone! I hope you were in anyway entertained! If you have any comments or questions, I'd be happy to see them! Thanks again!
  2. Goldenstorm

    A lot of omorashi in one anime

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    Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone.

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  3. I give my friend Dan guitar lessons every Monday night at his place. He lives about a 20-minute walk from my apt, and seeing as I hadn't had a good stroll I decided to hoof it. Before leaving my place I had a big cup of coffee and some water, making sure to use the bathroom before I left. As Fall is upon us Dan had his heat on, which makes for a very dry space. Naturally this made me drink my entire 1 L water bottle over the 1-hour lesson. We also went on about 10 extra minutes, jamming over the 007 theme. Once Dan realized we went over an hour he said that he had to leave right away to meet friends for drinks across town. I asked to use the bathroom before we left, as my bladder was starting to send slight signals of distress (thanks to the coffee I imagine). Dan was adamant about leaving immediately, so I acquiesced and went on my way; I didn't have to go THAT bad. Well within 10-minutes, and with only 10-minutes to go, my bladder was throbbing. I couldn't believe it! I have an iron-clad bladder, I pressed on in the brisk autumn night. At that point my roommate called asking about the food on hand in our kitchen. As I was explaining the contents of our fridge I suddenly realized with a start: I was peeing! I kept walking as there were people walking behind me. I had unleashed a steady stream into my underwear but I held back the flood as I continued talking to my roommate, though the small accident and cool, dusk air only weakened my resolve. After I finished talking to my roomie, I decided that I had nothing to lose: It was getting dark, I was wearing black corduroy and black fabric shoes; no one could see a thing and my roommate obviously wasn't home. I took a detour through some back alleys and thought I'd just end the discomfort immediately. Without reservation I unleashed everything inside me while walking; a cascade of urine poured into my pants flooding my crotch, legs and filling my shoes. I could hear sloshing in my shoes as I walked and admired the small trail of pee I left in my wake. Sure enough, as I stepped under the lights of my street you could hardly see a thing, save a light contrast between the dry and wet fabric. I went inside the vestibule of my apt building (an old row-house), shut the door and took off my shoes. I walked barefoot to my front door and stripped as soon as I got in the house. I even had myself a shower before my roommate came home :D Hope y'all enjoyed the read! Cheers
  4. The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.
  5. This is a something I've wanted to start on for a while. It's the first thing I've really focused on writing in years, so it's probably lacking in a lot of areas, but hopefully it's good enough for some people to enjoy! Though the plot is slightly different and there will be some changes to specific characters personality traits, this series is based heavily on the Wanko to Kurasou universe. --- Right now I just have the first two chapters done. Feel free to offer feedback and suggestions/ideas here if you would like!
  6. As usual, it's been a while since I posted/finished a story - warning; with it's 16 pages it's quite lengthy - but that's how I like them. I started writing this story after the story writing competition, and although this wasn't written as an entry, my story follows the the scenario of the competition. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding, wetting and humiliation. - - JESSICA'S INTERVIEW - - Jessica once again adjusted her tight grey business skirt, and looked up to the tall classic office tower which was now right in front of her. There she was, standing still in the middle of a constant stream of people walking in and out of the building, most of them yelling through their expensive smartphones, not caring about the nervous 22-year old they were passing by, so busy with their work that they failed to notice the restless look in her eyes, her hands trembling uncontrollably, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Her interview would start in fifteen minutes - her first since she graduated cum laude from college - and no matter how prepared she was or how suited she was for the open position, Jessica was extremely nervous. Supported by her outstanding school grades, she had decided to take the ambitious career route, unlike many of her friends. Yes, the economy was tough, especially for graduates, but Jessica didn’t want just a job - she wanted THE job - the salary wasn’t all that important to her, but the medium-maintenance position and career opportunities were. Glancing at her watch, she decided to enter the building, wanting to make a confident first impression by arriving a few minutes early, making sure that whoever was interviewing her would not have to wait for her. “Okay, here we go”, she thought to herself as she walked through the revolving door together with a dozen of people she didn’t know, trying to calm down her nerves. As the cool breeze of air conditioning brushed her bare arms, she felt her bladder twitch, and Jessica asked herself how that was even possible - she had used the bathroom at her apartment before leaving, just thirty minutes ago? Trying not to indulge her nervous symptoms, she pushed the thought away in the back of her mind and obliged herself to concentrate on the job description that she had read literally a thousand of times. The department she was interviewing with wasn’t located in the main tower, but the direction signs inside the building were pretty clear, and after walking through the long glass passage which connected the two buildings, she arrived at the department lobby. The contrast with the main hall couldn’t be any bigger; while the latter was filled with people walking in all possible directions, sounds of elevators opening and closing, energetic like a wasps nest, the department lobby was ruled by complete silence. Jessica barely noticed the receptionists desk, which was situated in the back of the giant modern area. Putting on her best smile, she paced forward, taking a gander at her watch again - she was ten minutes early. Usually she would wait just a little while longer to present herself, but there was no place to hide in the almost empty hall, and she didn’t want to make an impression as a fearful personality, even when it was just to the receptionist. Behind the desk there was a young woman, about Jessica’s age, talking on the phone, politely smiling back to Jessica, implying that she had noticed the visitor, and that she would take care of her after she finished her telephone conversation. Jessica waited by the desk and checked out the receptionist; she was wearing a formal two-piece suit with a grey skirt, almost like Jessica’s but a little shorter in size. Jessica smiled to herself; she had selected her outfit well for interviewing - at least her clothing style wasn’t something that she needed to be worried about. In fact, she thought that the receptionist showed a little too much cleavage for business, the top of her perfectly shaped youthful 36C breasts exposed for whoever might be looking. It wasn’t that Jessica was jealous about her model figure - she didn’t have to, having quite the body herself - she just thought that it was more appropriate for someone working at a respectable firm to show a little less skin. Despite the shorter skirt and open blouse, it looked like she did her job very professionally though, politely ending her call. “Sorry for the wait,” the receptionist smiled, “how can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here for the interview... I’m Jessica.” The reply was short, as Jessica tried to remain calm; now that she was getting closer to the interview, her nervousness started kicking up again. The receptionist shortly glanced at her computer screen, and then stood up. “Ah, welcome Jessica; we’ve been expecting you. It seems like you’re a little early, your interviewer is still on his way - please follow me.” “Did you have any trouble finding our department?”, the girl asked, casually continuing the conversation, as Jessica went along in her direction. “No, not at all,” Jessica replied, the small talk calming down her nerves a bit; the receptionist seemed like a really nice person. “Oh, that’s great - we’re a bit separated from the rest of the firm for the moment, we just moved here... Jessica was it, right?”, the secretary went on, leading Jessica into a large conference room. “So, please make yourself comfortable, I will let you know when your interviewer arrives. Do you want something to drink? Water, coffee, soda?” “Water is fine, thanks,” Jessica kindly accepted; she felt pretty thirsty. The receptionist left and Jessica positioned herself in the nearest seat at the corner of the conference table, took her resumé out of her briefcase and put it on the table top, perfectly aligned with the table border. While she waited for the receptionist to come back with her drink, she felt her bladder complaining again, telling her brain that she could definitely use the lavatories, but again she neglected the feeling, deciding that she was just nervous. With her last bathroom visit just forty minutes ago, it was simply not possible that she had to pee again, and she could easily contain herself until after the interview; that was her point of view. The interview was just a preliminary conversation, so it wouldn’t take a whole afternoon - thirty minutes, tops. It was her first since college, but Jessica had prepared the interview carefully, having practiced her skills with her best friend Kay - she knew what questions she should expect, how to present herself, etcetera. But still; sitting here, waiting for the real deal, was something else. - - - - - - - Thirty minutes later, Jessica was still alone in the conference room - her appointment was late, and she was getting more nervous by the minute, constantly wondering why he wasn’t showing up. Feeling tense, she was strolling along the room’s large window, the 20 ounce bottle that the receptionist had brought in earlier completely empty, all that water traveling down her body, increasing her inconvenient need to pee by the minute. Jessica tried hard not to think about it, now realizing that it wasn’t all nerves causing the signals in her lower body; a noticeable amount of urine was unmistakably filling her bladder up. Keeping her knees pressed together solved the problem for now though, and she was still confident that she could easily manage herself. Jessica chose to sit down again, since standing up clearly wasn’t helping her nervousness, and looked over her resumé another time, wondering whether it was standing out enough between the other many resumés the company probably got for the open position she wanted. Well... she had been invited for the interview, presumably unlike some of the other applicants, right? Her resumé wouldn’t help her anymore, not in here; she would have to charm and try to win the interviewer in the upcoming conversation. But how would she have to do that? Jessica started to doubt about herself again, no matter how many times her friends, parents and teachers had told her how utterly brilliant she was. What if she just got invited as a joke, chosen by the younger looks of her profile picture, thinking that they could mess with her a little, as often was the case at the workplace? What if the reviewer would laugh at her, for applying with a resumé which clearly lacked experience? Jessica’s heart pulsed faster and faster, trying to tell herself that she should calm down. Impulsively, she stood up from her seat and walked towards the entrance door of the conference room; deciding to look for a bathroom after all. The small constant twinges of her bladder were driving her crazy, and it didn’t seem like her interviewer would be here very soon. She cursed herself for not allowing herself a quick visit to the washroom earlier; she had gotten plenty of time to do so in the last thirty minutes. Carefully, making sure that her interviewer wasn’t arriving, she walked through the door leading to the lobby. The receptionist was on the phone again, but Jessica was actually happy that she was, because she was not really sure whether she would dare to share her predicament with an unknown stranger - now she could go on the quest for a bathroom herself. Only a few doors away, she noticed a fancy bathroom sign, and she increased her pace, thankful that she could relieve herself even though she wasn’t near her bursting point yet. However, her joy was quickly taken away from her, as she observed a great number of plumber’s tools spread around the room, the owner of the tool working inside the only cubicle itself. As she walked towards the plumber, Jessica’s bladder complained even harder now that she had reached the lavatories, but it seemed like she wouldn’t be able to use them after all. “Umm... I’m sorry,” she asked, a little embarrassed, “I guess I can’t use this bathroom now?” “Sorry miss,” the plumber - a guy in his 40’s - replied, “there was a water leak that I’m fixing now, so my guess is that you can’t”, he smiled, secretly enjoying that he was in the position to postpone the 22-year old girl’s sanitary break. “Unless you want to try the men’s urinal over there”, he pointed at the corner of the room, laughing out loud, gazing up Jessica’s athletic legs. From where he was lying, he had a great view of her smooth lower thighs, and he secretly fantasized about the shy girl, desperately pulling up her skirt and letting her hot urine gush into the urinal as she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exposing her smoking firm buttocks to him, moaning as she enjoyed her long anticipated relief. In his profession, he had dealt with dozens of full-bladdered ladies, but not one of them so innocently sexy as the fox that was now standing in front of him; a bulge appeared in his work trousers - he hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied as casually as she could, and she returned to the conference room again, her bladder compelling inside of her, struggling with her decision to leave the only place where she could release it’s contents. - - - - - - - Just a few minutes later, the receptionist walked into the conference room again, bringing Jessica another water bottle, smiling at her. “Hi, I just got of the phone with mister Rodicelli, his last meeting took a bit longer than expected - he is on his way over here - in about five minutes he will join you. We’re terribly sorry for the wait, I hope that’s alright?” “Um... I’m sorry... mister Rodicelli?”, Jessica asked, perplexed. John Rodicelli was one of the co-founders of the company and senior member of the directors board; his name was all over the website that she had so precisely examined. “There must be some kind of mistake here - see, I’m applying for the function of...” “It’s no mistake,” the receptionist interrupted her, “the director wants to make sure that there are only raw talents in the new department that he is starting up. Don’t panic,” she added, seeing the terrified look in Jessica’s eyes, “he’s a really nice guy, I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read your resumé; it looks impeccable.” “T... Thanks”, Jessica accepted the compliment, her nerves almost exploding with both fear and excitement. She could not believe her ears; her first interview and she was going to meet with John Rodicelli. John. Rodicelli! “Is there anything else I can help you with?”, the receptionist asked politely before leaving. Jessica almost didn’t hear it, feeling like she was living on another planet, but a stinging sensation in her body brought her back to earth. “Oh yeah... um... is there another bathroom than the one in the lobby?” Jessica’s cheeks turned red, but she - had - to ask, her need getting pretty serious now. “I’m afraid not”, she answered, “this part of the building is still under construction - the closest one is in the main hall, if you must go - main hall, next to the elevators.” “Ok, thanks”, Jessica replied firmly, not sharing her weakness with the receptionist. “Sucks, right?”, was the girl’s sympathetic response, “I really have to use the bathroom myself for the last couple of hours, but I can’t leave the desk unattended... thankfully my shift ends in twenty minutes.” Jessica, surprised by the poor girl’s confession, suddenly noticed the receptionist’s bladder bulging against the waistband of her skirt, her foot nervously tapping on the floor - turns out she wasn't lying - in contrary; her bladder was in worse shape than Jessica's! The 22 year old Jessica almost confessed that she was pretty desperate herself, but didn't want to look weak and unprofessional, so she kept her mouth shut. Besides, it was not like the receptionist could solve her little problem; now that she knew how far the nearest bathroom was, she was more decisive than ever. She would just have to hold the pressing ocean of urine inside her, no matter what. The walk back and forth to the main hall would take her more than five minutes; the last thing she wanted to do is to make a guy like mister Rodicelli wait for her - Jessica could only assume that he had a very tight schedule, she had to be ready for him, no excuses. John Rodicelli would never have to wait for anybody; people always had to wait for John Rodicelli - her bladder would have to wait for John Rodicelli. Just a little longer. As the receptionist left the room, she tried to give her crotch a quick squeeze, but the tight skirt prevented her fingers touching her most private area. GOD, she needed to pee; it was like she was in junior high again, fidgeting in her seat, hoping that class - or it this case the interview - would be over soon. Not thinking clearly and feeling thirsty, she unscrewed the cap of the new water bottle the receptionist had handed her, greedily gulping it down her throat, not realizing how fast it would hit her already stretched out bladder. - - - - - - - - Fifteen minutes later without having had a glimpse of her interviewer, Jessica was regretting her judgement now; she could have easily gone to the main hall restroom in a quarter hour, heck - she could have CRAWLED to the place if she had wanted to. But she hadn’t, and her desperation had gotten SO much worse; constant waves of discomfort were running through her entire body, indicating how much she craved for relief; the uninterrupted wiggling in her chair could only help her so much, the strain on her muscles so intense that she almost couldn’t imagine doing an interview in her position. Trying to focus on her resumé again, she uncrossed and crossed her legs another time, hoping that mister Rodicelli would arrive soon, so that she could do her interview and then RUN off towards the bathroom. As a spasm tormented her bladder again, she heard voices from the otherwise completely silent lobby area, suspecting that her interviewer had finally arrived. Footsteps coming towards the open conference room door confirmed her suspicion, and Jessica rose out of her seat, squeezing her thighs again one last time, adjusting her skirt, putting out her best possible smile, even though she was suffering physically. Her heartbeat fastening, mister Rodicelli walked into the room, looking very fresh - and younger looking as Jessica had thought beforehand - wearing a spotless grey suit combined with a red tie. Although the pressure ‘downtown’ was still very much there, Jessica forgot about her need for a few seconds, delightly smiling, like a young foolish woman in love. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” mister Rodicelli introduced himself, clearly less intimidated than Jessica, “I’m terribly, terribly late, if you really want to punch me, go ahead, I’m won’t be mad, never to such a beautiful young woman! Hi, I’m mister Rodicelli. John.” The easygoing words by her interviewer calmed down Jessica’s nerves just a little bit, but she chose to stay professional, wanting to show off her good manners. “Well, it’s not a problem at all sir, thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to come to talk to you, it’s really an honour.”, she replied and shook hands with mister Rodicelli. “The pleasure is all mine, Jessica - um - Jessica’s fine, right?” he grinned, checking out the 22-year old applicant, approving her formal clothing style. “Well off course mister Rodicelli, please do.” Jessica played her role perfectly. “Good, good... um, I really hate to ask you this but um... there’s a slight change of plans, I’m afraid; see, I’m especially looking forward to your interview, but I have to catch a plane in...”, he turned his arm and glanced at his watch”... forty minutes. So I’ve been meaning to ask you; if you’re ok with it, maybe we can do your interview on the way to the airport, in my car? My chauffeur can drive you off anywhere you want afterwards. Well, if that’s alright with you off course, we can always reschedule too, if - if that’s what you like...” Jessica quickly thought about mister Rodicelli’s proposition - her interview, on the way to the airport, with literally not a single bathroom around, only cars and bushes? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but she could hardly refuse, could she? I mean, it was mister John Rodicelli she was talking about; she would probably jump in the river if he had asked her nicely. Her bladder heavily complaining, she fortified her smile. “No sir, that’s alright, I’m uh - flexible”, she spewed out one of her trained job interview buzzwords. “Splendid!”, mister Rodicelli enthusiastically concluded, “Alright, no time to waste, let’s go!” Immediately he took off, and Jessica had no choice but to follow him, urine sloshing inside her small size 4 body, torturing her nerves. Saying that she could use a quick pee right now was a euphemism, walking around in her high heels only making the feeling worse; this wasn’t nervousness anymore. If only she had gone to the bathroom when she had felt the first signals, instead of brushing it off as interview stress, then she wouldn’t be in this position. She ardently hoped that they would pass a washroom on the way to the car park so that she could excuse herself for just a minute, but much to her dismay, mister Rodicelli walked towards the elevator in the lobby, right next to the door to the bathroom with the broken toilet. Vigorously praying that the plumber had fixed it by now, she peeked through the door, only seeing the man’s tools still lying all over the floor - the plumber taking more than the time he needed, hoping to catch the 22-year old desperately coming in again, praying to use the bathroom before she exploded. Jessica had no intention to do so, but she could not resist thinking about the plumber’s proposition to lift her skirt and pee in the urinal. Oh, how amazing the relief would be... but off course, even if she wouldn’t mind to expose her most intimate parts to the unknown stranger, there was no way she could to that without soaking herself completely - this was only a good plan in fairytale world. Pressing her thighs together, she walked into the elevator, together with mister Rodicelli. The doors slowly slid shut and Jessica stared at the receptionist, whose shift had just ended, running towards the main hall, her youthful breasts bouncing up and down as she had decided not to wear a bra to work today, openly holding herself, praying that her tormented bladder wouldn’t burst in her panties, after composing herself for so long this afternoon. The elevator doors opened on the parking level, mister Rodicelli's car - a large corporate black Mercedes with tinted windows - already standing in front of the elevator with the engine running. Rodicelli courtly opened the door to the back seat to Jessica, and she graciously got in, struggling to keep her trembling lower body still as she had to urinate SO bad. While her interviewer went around the back of the car, she thought about what the best position of her legs would be, realizing that she would not be able to shift around during the ride too much, or her need would become noticeable, and the last thing she was going to do was admit that she was almost wetting herself. She wasn't a high school teenager anymore, she had to act professional; if the receptionist held on, so would she have to do. Ignorantly she tried to tell herself that it was just a psychological matter, denying the fact that that every bladder had it's limits. Jessica decided to keep her legs crossed, hands folded on her upper knee so that she could apply just that little extra pressure. - - - - - - - The first part of her interview went pretty well; mister Rodicelli was nodding approvingly as Jessica rambled on about her studies and the research she had performed during her last years of college, her participation in many community projects, and how excited she was about the possible prospect of executing a function in the company - just as she had practiced. The only thing she had not rehearsed, was the stinging sensation under the waistband of her skirt, as her kidneys produced even more urine to be pumped into her body. The stress on her sphincter was ENORMOUS, and while Jessica’s talking could only take so much of her attention of her emergency, she maintained her smile though, dangling her foot around to keep her legs in motion. “Well,” mister Rodicelli took the conversation over, “I’ll have to admit; your resumé and your achievements are - very - impressive for a 22-year old. Even so, we are having many applicants for this function, - some of them offering a career with years of professional seniority. In your own eyes, do you see your - um - lack of experience as a problem?” “I think that starting in a new firm comes with a learning path for every new employee”, Jessica answered immediately, having expected this question, “and I have to admit that my own learning path might be a little more rough than some others with more professional experience - however, I think my personal qualities will make up for that, whereas my age comes with a great number of positive points as well.” “Mmm; what do you exactly mean when you say ‘positive’?”, mister Rodicelli continued, as Jessica gasped for air for just a second, pushing her hands hard on her knee, jamming her thighs even closer together. Her white silk panties were getting moist with sweat, but as long as it was just sweat, Jessica couldn’t care less. “I can offer both devotion and flexibility in my schedule and my working hours, which I think is very important in the beginning of a new job,” Jessica replied carefully, trying to keep half her mind on the conversation, and half on her overwhelming need to relieve herself. “I am determined to take as long as I need to succeed in my work, and I am determined to keep myself available 24/7 in case that’s needed. I think this is an almost necessary aspect of the modern volatile society, and I think that not all older applicants can assure you that.” “I’m glad you brought up the issue of time management”, mister Rodicelli took over again, going on about how starting up a new department could be time-wasting for every employee, and how important everyone’s attachment for the firm was. Jessica just nodded and tried to process her interviewer’s words, but it was so hard, her bladder CRAVING for her attention, sending hundreds of warning messages to her brain each second. All she could think about was finding the so much needed bathroom, but as Jessica was very well aware, there were no bathrooms around, not even a single wall where she could hide and squat behind. She wanted to urinate so badly, she didn’t even care about going in her panties anymore, she justed wanted to let go, anywhere in the world, just not in mister Rodicelli’s car. Shifting a few times in her seat, having so much trouble keeping the ocean of hot urine inside her 22-year old body, she wanted to moan to express her feelings, but she kept both her vocal and urinary organs under control. “... so how do you feel about that?” Jessica panicked for a second, a sharp pain bolting through her body, having paid attention to her throbbing bladder so much that she had blatantly missed the last question. “I’m - um - sorry, about what?”, she asked, embarrassed, hoping that mister Rodicelli wouldn’t realize that she was barely listening; it would most certainly reflect on the rest of the interview if he did - but thankfully for Jessica, he didn’t mind posing the question again. “I was wondering whether you would have a problem with working overtime,” he recapitulated, looking Jessica straight in the eyes. “Not at all - I see it as a package deal that comes with the job,” Jessica replied in just a few words, not really sure what she could possibly could add to that. Her readiness for the interview decreased by the second, as she was going through a series of serious painful contractions. “Alright - we have not arrived at the airport yet, but I think we can end the interview with this one, unless you have any more questions for me, off course,” mister Rodicelli concluded. Jessica had so many topics prepared in the back of her mind, wanting to show her interest for the firm, but at this very moment she wanted nothing else than this interview to be over, so she could concentrate on her alarming condition - besides, she risked missing out on of her interviewer’s questions again, which would make her look bad. The interview had gone pretty well, and she could only mess it up from now. “No, thanks - and also for the interview”, she wrapped up, pulling out a forced smile out of her again. “The pleasure was all mine”, mister Rodicelli complimented Jessica with her spotless interview. “How long ‘till the airport, Carlos?” “About ten minutes, sir; as you can see, the traffic is rather heavy at the moment”, his chauffeur politely answered his boss’s question. “Splendid - well if you don’t mind, I’m going to make a quick call to make sure everything is set up on my arrival”, mister Rodicelli announced, again glancing at the ravishing applicant sitting in his corporate vehicle, while taking his cellphone out of his briefcase. Jessica did not answer but instead she graciously smiled, actively trying to hide her personal predicament to her interviewer. The poor girl felt like her sphincter was under attack by an army of small urine droplets, harmless on their own, but as millions and millions of them joined forces, they applied a massive and almost unbearable pressure on her burdened bladder. It was like they were living their own life, their only purpose making Jessica’s existence worse, but the truth was that there was just no more room left inside her abdomen, and to make matters worse, Jessica’s kidney was still working hard, processing the loads of water that she had drunk while waiting for her interview, sending even more urine downwards her slender body. - - - - - - - Ten minutes didn’t seem like a whole lot of time, but Jessica honestly didn’t know whether she would be able to make it or not; for all she knew, she could last for another half hour maybe, or uncontrollably explode into her panties in the next minute instead. She no longer had her body under control, and that thought frustrated her; her interview had gone well and she really felt like she had an actual chance for the job - but if she would soak the car of her possible boss, she would most definitely lose it all. Anxiously she tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she was already doing everything she could to make her holding more manageable. She NEEDED a bathroom, and fast, too - it was the only solution, but they were still on the highway and there was not a single place in sight where Jessica could possibly relieve herself. As traffic moved on slowly, Jessica thankfully took advantage of mister Rodicelli’s lack of attention for her while he was discussing matters over the phone, and carefully positioned her briefcase on her lap, biting on her lip to improve the precision of her movements. As her lap was now covered, Jessica shifted in her seat a few times, knocking her knees together and rubbing her smooth thighs against each other. There was plenty of leg space in the large corporate Mercedes, but Jessica tried to compose herself and not to move her lower legs around too much, afraid that mister Rodicelli would notice her somewhat immature behavior. While nervously glancing at her interviewer to make sure that he wasn’t looking at her, Jessica slowly let her right hand slip under the briefcase and tried to squeeze her fingers around her crotch, but - much to her dismay - the tight fabric of her grey business skirt didn’t allow her. Despite straining her fingers, her fingertips could only reach the top of her groin; she was so close, but yet so far. Frustrated by her taut clothing, she moved her hand downwards her thighs, trying to position it between her legs and under her knee-length skirt, but naturally that didn’t work out either. Fueled by the tremendous desire to hold herself, Jessica secretly tried to pull the textile a few inches up her legs; maybe she would be able to position the skirt a little higher over her right thigh - which was out of mister Rodicelli’s field of vision - so that she could briefly squeeze her privates - just maybe... She felt her hand slowly sliding upwards, her fingertips nearing the sweatier parts of her inner thigh, as she nervously peeked at mister Rodicelli to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t staring at her. Just two or three more inches... Her heart pulsed faster as she realized that she was no longer behaving professionally, but she just couldn’t handle herself anymore, the tremendous need to urinate being so strong that it was influencing all of Jessica’s actions. The fabric of her skirt wasn’t helping Jessica at all, but she pursued, now brushing the stubbles of pubic hair just below her bikini line with her middle finger, as she had not shaved her privates before the interview. Her hand trembling with adrenaline, she pushed her hand deeper between her legs, eagerly trying to make the last leap towards grabbing her most intimate parts, but then she noticed how far her skirt had ridden up her thighs - she was almost showing her entire upper left leg to mister Rodicelli! Jessica thanked God that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and wondered how awful the situation would look like from his point of view; she was openly displaying her bare thigh to him, almost as if she was offering her young body in exchange for the open position! Off all things, this could ruin her interview the most; no sensible man would hire a woman for such an important role in the company, if she have the impression that she would use her body for climbing up the ladder! Truly disappointed that she had failed to touch her privates, Jessica removed her hand from between her legs and pulled down her skirt again, and just in time too, as mister Rodicelli glanced at her while continuing his call. Jessica’s heart skipped a beat; she had almost crushed her interview by giving in to her most bestial desires, but she had just saved herself at the last moment. That, however, did not imply that Jessica was secure, as she still had to pee SO unbelievably bad that she believed that her bladder would literally explode if she would have to hold even more urine. Her strained muscles screamed for relief SO HARD that Jessica almost was afraid that she would hurt herself, but she did not have much of a choice; she was sure that if she would relax herself for just a second, she would drench her panties in sizzling hot liquids in no time with no chance of stopping the flow. There was no way that she could allow herself to do that; the psychological pain of wetting herself on her very first interview would be much worse that any other physical pain that she might endure. She HAD to hold herself together somehow, she just had to! As she fought back wave after wave, Jessica closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to take her mind of her extreme need, hoping that it would soften the strength of the torturing neural signals, and surprisingly it did. As the minutes passed, she fantasized about a variety of things and for the first time today, her need seemed to decrease instead of constantly increasing like it had in the last hour. Off course, this feeling was merely psychological as her bladder was still exorbitantly full, but the truth was that it really did help her holding the ocean inside of her young body. Slowly but surely, they approached the airport and Jessica began to get more and more positive that she would be able make it after all… and as her confidence rised, she started to let her guard down. - - - - - - - Seemingly out of nowhere, a GIANT spasm - one Jessica had never experienced before in her life - hit her bladder, and it hit her hard - MUCH too hard. In the blink of an eye, she lost control over her entire body. For Jessica, it was like time stood still for a moment; she was so mortified that she felt like she could no longer move. Alarm bells started to go off in her head, her entire lower body region felt numb - the unimaginable had happened; she had lost control of her bladder! While gasping for air, she tried to think of a way to get out of this horrible situation, but she couldn’t possibly imagine one without ruining her interview. Realizing that there was nothing more that she could do, her hands darted off to the door handle on her side of the car, hungrily glancing towards the green grass growing on the side of the road. Tears started welling up in her eyes, as the grown-up woman inside her really didn’t want to do what she was about to do and that was jump out of the car and squat where anyone - including Mr. Rodicelli - could see her. But poor Jessica didn’t have much of a choice, and if she was going to humiliate herself anyway, she figured that she could better do that outside of the car instead of soiling the leather back seat of the corporate Mercedes. Jessica brushed the handle with her fingers, wanting to speak up to announce her runaway, but then, out of nowhere, felt that she was regaining control of herself and her tormented bladder. Hot golden drops were definitely escaping through her pee hole as Jessica felt her labia getting moist, but it wasn’t the overwhelming torrent that she had expected, and more importantly; somehow she had managed to hold back the rest of the ocean inside her! Jessica’s fingers slid off the door handle as she clenched her muscles, praying that she would be able to suppress the next few violent pressure waves. The burning sensation in her abdomen was so overwhelming that Jessica herself didn’t know whether she would be able to sustain without hurting herself, but she HAD to try, she had to or she would never forgive herself for not attempting to take the leap. Her bladder was screaming for relief, constantly pulsating without giving Jessica the chance to loosen up, not even for a second, and Jessica hoped that she would not have to endure another huge spasm like before again. Battling with her own body was something that she was not familiar with, the feelings boiling inside her were outrageous. Since she had never been SO desperate for the bathroom in the past fifteen years, Jessica didn’t know ANY special holding techniques at all; this fight was a battle that she had to win with the strength of her bladder muscles alone. She knew it and it saved her appearance too; grabbing herself or jumping up wouldn’t help a thing, and it would only blow her cover. After what was possibly the most agonizing minute of her life, Jessica had the situation under control again; she still had to urinate so bad, but the danger of uncontrollably flooding both her panties and the car floor was gone, or at least, that was what she hoped. Her throbbing bladder was still torturing her, begging furiously, trying to persuade the 22-year girl that she needed to relieve herself soon, but Jessica FELT more in control. Given the full state of the organ, stretched out way past it’s normal dimensions, it was off course possible that her nervous sensors were lying to her, but she had to stay positive, it was the only plan she had. Her almost-accident from the minute had left a few marks though; Jessica had leaked a considerable amount of urine and the front of her white silk panties were soaked. She could only hope that the back of her skirt was still dry, as she realized that the grey fabric would show even the smallest wet spot. The remaining ride to the airport entrance was only two minutes in time, but for Jessica, each second felt like an eternity. Every possible muscle in her poor adolescent body so badly wanted to let her body relax, letting her pee flood out of her, putting this unbelievable torture to the end. She didn’t care about her favourite pair of silk panties anymore, or her expensive suit that she had bought just for the occasion; Jessica was willing to ruin them all, if she could just PEE! It was only her mind that was keeping her from doing so; if she could only last for another minute or two, her interview and her day would be saved. “Alright - Jessica - this is where our our paths diverge”, mister Rodicelli concluded their meeting by reaching out his hand, “thanks to your flexibility, I’m just in time to catch my plane, it seems. We’ll definitely keep in touch, you can expect a call from us in the next couple of days.” Jessica kindly smiled and shook hands with her interviewer, hoping that he would not notice the sweaty palm of her hand. “Thanks again for the opportunity, mister Rodicelli, I look forward to hearing from you again”, she replied, surprising herself that she still managed to come up with such a polite answer, while multiple strong waves were thumping against her bladder muscles, thousands of urine drops sitting at the verge of her pee hole, ready to come out as soon as Jessica’s mind would give the orders. She couldn’t wait to jump out of the car and find the nearest bathroom, but she knew that rushing off as soon as she could wouldn’t exactly improve her appearance - and keeping the golden rule “an interview isn’t over until you walk out the door” in mind, she decided to remain seated until her host would make the intention to leave. “So, the backseat is all yours, where does Carlos drop you off?”, mister Rodicelli offered his corporate vehicle to Jessica. “If it’s alright, I’m going to get out here with you, sir - I have some personal business to take care of in the airport building”, she desperately tried to get out of the offer, knowing that she couldn’t possibly hold it until they would arrive at her place - or any other place for that matter. She HAD to find a bathroom at the airport, and fast too; her poor bladder was about to burst! “Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” he smiled and then rose out of his seat, “well then; have a nice day!” Jessica forced a last smile on her face, and then opened the door, sighing loudly as she saw the airport departures hall right in front of her; finally, a building with fully functional toilet facilities! She squeezed her thighs together, placed her high heels on the parking lot, and hesitantly stood up, hoping that she could stand up without instantly flooding her panties. Jessica had to pee so badly that she had trouble walking towards the main entrance; she was not used to wearing these kind of shoes, and she had a hard time trying to press her legs together, afraid that if she would relax, she would soak her panties in a heartbeat. The burning sensations inside her were stronger than ever, and as she was walking, Jessica quickly pressed her hand on her skirt again, hoping that she could relieve the pressure for just a second, but the tight grey fabric didn’t budge, not at all. Under the skirt, her cotton panties were uncomfortably clinging against her most private parts, the piece of underwear dampened from her previous near-accident. Jessica couldn’t help thinking about squatting between two cars and letting her so-urgently-needed pee splatter all over the asphalt, but during rush hour the airport area simply was too crowded, she had to hold on for just a little longer. Jessica tried to compose herself as she was walking through the revolving door, her bladder pulsing fiercely, her knees trembling as she could barely keep from letting go. In her compartment of the revolving door was an Asian family of the - two parents and a girl who was a few years younger than Jessica - the father struggling with the many suitcases they had with them, bumping against the safety mechanism of the door wing, stalling the door multiple times. Jessica refrained herself from swearing loudly, not wanting to draw any more attention to her, but inside she was cursing the Asian man who was involuntarily postponing her much needed bathroom visit. She was so close to having an accident right here, on the floor of the revolving door, she needed to get out of this place, fast! Her eyes scanned the departure hall through the glass door, hoping to catch a bathroom direction sign somewhere, so that she could rush off to the nearest one as soon as possible. A huge wave hit her body, and Jessica closed her eyes to concentrate on controlling the tremendous need to urinate, having failed to yet find a bathroom sign. Thankfully, the Asian man finally entered the departure hall, taking the large amount of suitcases with him. Jessica tried to pass the family, but they were still blocking her way, and she coincidentally overheard the conversation between the Asian girl and her mother. “Mom, I really have to go to pee!” - “Sure honey, we’re just going to check in first and then you can go to the bathroom right after, alright? Come on, let’s go!” Jessica stopped and crossed her legs firmly, while examining the airport board of directions hanging right in front of the door. She had trouble concentrating, as her tortured bladder complained heavily, she had to find a bathroom NOW or her struggle would be over soon. She didn’t know how she had even managed to hold on for so long; she never would have thought that she could sustain such an unbelievable pressure in her body. The thought frustrated Jessica to her core; despite all her efforts, she was still in very danger of trashing her white panties if she couldn’t find a toilet in time. Telephone cell, first aid, gift shop… the signs were all there, but none to lead poor Jessica to a bathroom. She almost decided to give up her search and hurry outside to squat somewhere, but then she saw it, in the lower right corner; a sign for the lavatories! Jessica gasped, and almost released the contents of her bladder out of relief as she was so delighted to finally find a place to PEE! Thinking about her coming satisfaction didn’t help her though; the “key in the lock”-syndrome kicked in and Jessica now needed to pee WORSE than before. Not caring about the other people or anything else but finding the bathroom anymore, Jessica hurried towards the direction of the sign, breathing heavily, biting on her teeth to endure the stinging pain in her body. “Oh yes, oh yes!” Jessica whispered softly as she neared a hallway with a bathroom sign on the wall next to it. “Oooh, oh yes… fuck yeah, I… I made it!” She swore loudly; luckily for her there was no-one around who could hear her. “Oh yes, come on Jess, just a few seconds… just…” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore; her brain was now sending multiple signals to her bladder, telling that she could PEE, finally! “Oh yes…” She tugged at the side zipper of her grey business skirt, pulling it down a few inches, exposing a part of her smooth leg and the side of her white panties to the world, but Jessica could no longer care; she so badly needed to pee that once in the bathroom, she would never be able to wait to unzip her clothing, it had to be done now. Rapidly gasping from the excitement, Jessica increased her pace as she entered the bathroom hallway. Seconds away from release, her bladder muscles weakened just a little so that she could immediately start peeing once her mind allowed her. Thousands of drops were in position, ready to come out, and Jessica was almost unable to stop the straining ocean of urine. She realized that and tried to regain the stress in her muscles, but she couldn’t - there was no way back. Fortunately for her, the ladies’ was just to the right… - - - - - - - “No… no!” Jessica screamed out, watching in horror how the bathroom stalls were just a few meters away, only they were blocked by a coin operated paddle gate; it didn’t take Jessica very long to realize that the public lavatories in the departure hall were pay toilets! Frantically, she turned around, hoping that she could use the men’s facilities instead, but they were also blocked by the same gates. Tears welled up in her eyes; sure, she had money with her, in her briefcase, but it was just that she needed to pee SO BAD she could hardly breathe - and now she had to find a fifty-cent coin! Her bladder DEMANDED relief, now, but Jessica didn’t really have a choice; she squeezed her thighs together, dropped her briefcase on the tile floor, and took out her wallet. Her hands were trembling, and Jessica felt that the control of her bladder was slowly slipping away; she had held it for so long, but the deception of standing meters away from a bathroom stall and not being able to use it was just too big, too unexpected. Helplessly, her bladder spasmed and a small spurt escaped, dampening her white panties even more. “No… no yet…” Her mind was going crazy, tears were blocking her view, and she bit her lip while desperately tapping her feet on the floor. Her entire body was shuddering and she could hardly control the movement of her fingers, making it harder to open the wallet. Frustrated that she couldn’t instantly find the right coin, she cried out to no-one in particular; she could not believe that this was happening to her. 22 years old, her first job interview just minutes away, and she was going to wet her panties in public! Jessica closed her eyes again, trying to regain some of her composure. Deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out. She opened her eyes again, flipped through all the coins in her wallet, crossed her legs, uncrossed her legs; anything that could help her hold it. Waves of desperation ran through her entire body; the next leak was ready to come out, and Jessica had no clue in how to stop it from happening. “Come on, come on, no!” She was moaning, almost crying, thinking about giving up and just humiliating herself, but she found some inner strength and carried on. To her despair, she finally realized that she didn’t have any fifty-cent coins with her; she yanked a five euro bill out of the wallet and hobbled over to the change machine in the bathroom hallway. While hopping from foot to foot, Jessica desperately tried to push the bill in the machine, but her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly align the piece of paper in place. She just couldn’t hold it any longer; a sudden burst of pee exploded out of her tortured pee hole, drenching her underwear even further. Jessica barely managed to hold the rest of the massive flood back inside her, but the damage was done; urine drops were travelling down her smooth young legs, most of them landing in her shoes, some dripping onto the glossy airport tiles. Jessica was so embarrassed that she had to fight her tears; she tried to cover up the wetness on the floor by sweeping it away with the sole of her shoe, but by moving around, even more drops escaped from her soaked panties. While the waves inside her got even more ferocious, the machine rejected her 5 euro bill and Jessica panicked; it was her last resort - she had to try once more! This time, the machine accepted her bill, but it was too late. Her exhausted bladder that had been stretched way beyond it’s limits gave up completely, pee uncontrollably erupting from her body, saturating the fabric of her panties and the front of her skirt, streams of pee running down her legs, forming a puddle around her feet. Jessica herself was amazed by the strength of the waterfall between her legs - the pressure was unbelievable. Jessica started to cry and tried to stop the rest, but she couldn’t, pee sizzling in her underwear, splashing onto the glossy floor. At that very moment, Jessica heard footsteps in the hallway, coming her way; it was the Asian girl from the family in the revolving door, both hands jammed between her legs, obviously desperate for the bathroom herself. She ignored and ran past Jessica at first, busy focusing on her own problems, almost bumped into the glass paddle gates, now facing the same problem that Jessica had faced before. Crying out in disbelief, she turned herself to Jessica, squirming uncontrollably, her fingers furiously massaging the crotch of her jeans, and she blurted out: “Ex… excuse me… m-m… mi... miss… can I have a coin? I… I don’t have any money with me… it’s an… emer…” She gasped and paused. “... emergency!” The girl looked down, eagerly waiting for a reply, and then she noticed the puddle under Jessica’s feet, small transparent streams splashing on the ground. “Oh my god… are you peeing yourself… you are peeing... I’m so sorry… I just need a coin… oh my god I… I just can’t believe that you are… sorry!” Jessica was mortified; not only had she pissed all over herself, some unknown girl was witnessing her accident too, her eyes transfixed on the pool between Jessica’s legs. Jessica wanted to run away, but she couldn’t move, as if her feet were glued to the floor. “M-m-miss? Please, it’s a… an emergency!”, the Asian girl pleaded, repeating herself, her voice weakening, as if she was running out of power. Jessica just wanted the girl to leave so that she could be alone, and decided to donate one of the coins that the machine had given her; the Asian girl looked like she was almost having an accident on her own. The girl kindly accepted Jessica’s gift with one hand, unbuttoned her jeans with the other, then rushed off towards the bathroom. Dancing on the spot, her bladder contracting violently, she successfully inserted the coin and the glass paddle doors opened. As she sprinted to the nearest stall, the thought of being finally inside a bathroom was just too much for her to take, urine started bursting out of her, the back of her tight jeans suddenly turning dark blue. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer, but the nearest stall was only a few feet away, and she yanked down her panties, pee gushing through her Hello Kitty panties, spraying onto her legs, the bathroom floor, and the toilet seat. Mentally and physically worn out by recent the struggle between her and her bladder, she let her ass cheeks touch down on the toilet seat and spread her legs, not even trying to take off her underwear anymore. She just completely relaxed and sighed loudly as hot pee sizzled down her legs and finally hit the bowl - fuck, that felt good! Breathing heavily, shivering with excitement, she completely emptied herself, forcefully peeing for at least thirty seconds. But as the trickle between her legs started to slow down, tears sprung into the Asian girl’s eyes, starting to realize what she had done - she had peed herself, and now she had to go back to the airport hall with a huge mark on her jeans, to sit with her parents on a plane for the next few hours, her underwear totally soaked. Sobbing uncontrollably, she wiped her legs dry; her plane was about to leave, she had no choice but to pull up her panties and walk back to the departure hall in shame. Jessica walked all the way back to her apartment in her wet clothes, too embarrassed to take a cab or a bus, thinking about how humiliating her day had been, trying not to wet herself in her interviewer’s car, succeeding, but not making it to the bathroom, soaking her business suit as a 22 year old. She had practised this day a million times in her head, but she had never thought that she would end her interview this way, walking across town, wet silk panties clinging against her privates, her shoes ruined. To make things worse, all the water that she had drank in the conference room while waiting for her interview, traveled downwards her body FAST, filling up her exhausted bladder in no time, and when she reached her neighborhood, she REALLY had to pee again. Her body trembling, she fastened her pace, realizing that she was close to having a second accident that day. Struggling with her keys, she almost lost control of her bladder on her doorstep, a wet spurt jetting into her panties as she opened the front door. Much to her amazement, her best friend Kay was standing in her hallway, waiting for Jessica to come home to surprise her after her very first interview. Jessica was perplexed; she gave up completely and fiercely peed into her underwear for the second time in just a few hours, while Kay was staring at her, her mouth wide open. She almost couldn’t believe what she was seeing; her friend was wetting herself right in front of her, the marks of her first accident clearly visible on her skirt. Jessica started crying again, realizing that this wasn’t just a bad dream; what was supposed to be an exciting event turned out to be the most awful day in her entire life. While pee was still streaming down Jessica’s legs, Kay put her arms around her best friend’s neck, hugging her and kissing her on the forehead, trying to console her. After Jessica was finally cried out, Kay helped her into the shower and got her fresh clothes. Jessica cleaned herself up, and they ended seeing a movie together, but Jessica almost instantly fell asleep on her friend’s shoulder, trying to erase the memory of this horrifying day out of her head. A few days later, Jessica got a call; she didn’t get the job. THE END
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  8. So I've been wanting to do an authentic public wetting story for a while now but the problem is I never really had any good experiences to write about. I knew it was time to change that, and tonight was the night. I started by emptying my bladder, then quickly getting a couple of bottles of water in me. My planned setting was the mall about half an hour away. I knew it would be fairly dead on a Monday night toward closing hours, but that I'd at least have enough people around me to still call it "public". I hung around for a bit at home, using that time to do a few chores and fill a trash bag with a towel and some spare clothes to change into later, while waiting for my bladder to announce itself. I didn't know how long it would take for it to become uncomfortable, and I didn't want to have to spend too much time waiting at the mall. When I felt myself get to about a 6, I warmed up the car, tossed the bag in back, and made my way in. Along the way I nursed another bottle of water, hoping that it wouldn't take long for me to get desperate once I was safely indoors. When I pulled up to the mall, it was about as "active" as I expected...probably a couple dozen cars clustered here and there in this particular parking lot. The lot itself was lit quite a bit brighter than I remembered it, and my plans for parking somewhere darker were immediately dashed. I'd have to complete my task without the cover of darkness, but I wasn't deterred. My goal was initially to hang out inside the mall until I was nearly at the point of losing control, then making my way back to my car once I couldn't fight it anymore. Unfortunately the water I had wasn't working its way through me as quickly as I hoped and it was clear that the mall was going to close before I got to a 10. After a trip down and back, and checking out a few stores along the way, the mall was about a half hour from shutting its doors and I knew that I'd have to settle for being an 8 or so on the scale when I made my move. After passing through the exit I started trying to relax my bladder as I walked through the courtyard, but it stubbornly clung to its contents. Turns out it can be pretty hard to pee yourself intentionally in public, huh? A few more paces with no luck and I started to wonder if it was going to happen at all. As I stepped off the curb and onto the pavement I began to feel the seal breaking and soon enough my pee came flooding out of me, a warm wave crashing down my legs. I didn't want to call any more attention to myself than necessary but I had to steal a glance as I was walking. The dark pants I was wearing didn't do nearly enough to hide the evidence as I expected. To make it worse, the wet fabric glistened pretty brightly under the parking lot lights. If anyone was looking at me from a nearby parked car it would have been fairly evident that I pissed myself. Oops. After a few really vulnerable moments I reached my car and opened the rear driver's side door, finally affording me a little bit of cover. To my left, a few rows directly ahead, a couple in a white crossover toiled away with their own doors open trying to move stuff around in the back of their car. I was pretty confident they were too preoccupied to notice me. As I unpacked my spare clothes from the trash bag, I emptied the rest of my bladder onto the pavement below, my puddle flowing down the mild incline of the pavement and providing more glimmering evidence of what I'd done. Once it was clear I had nothing left to release, I climbed into the back of the car and began the awkward process of patting myself down and changing into some fresh clothes. After slipping into some dry underwear, pants and socks I hopped out of the car, briefly admired my puddle snaking toward the drain, then got back in to drive away. I didn't realize how wet my shoes were until my new dry socks started to dampen, but there was nothing I could do about that now. So I hurried home, threw the wet clothes into the washing machine and here I am typing this up before I hit the shower. Next time I'll have to start filling up a little earlier, but at least it's something to look forward to.
  9. I don't think anyone has mentioned this one on here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hM88ewJggQ
  10. Kei

    FC2 Collection #1

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  11. Hello everyone! I've taken a few breaks from writing lately, but I got this idea stuck in my head for the last few days and I thought I'd share with everyone! I've got a few chapters planned, not sure how far I'm going to take this story. We'll see where it goes! Enjoy! Chapter One: At the Mall Skylar Grayson was as happy as an eighteen-year-old senior of Biltmore High could be. At least, in the fall she would be a senior. Her birthday had come at the very end of her junior year, and with it a beat-up Volkswagen Beatle her parents had bought her. She had a summer of fun and freedom ahead of her before her final year of high school, and Skylar was determined to make every minute of her it count. She had her entire summer vacation planned with parties and beach trips, even a visit to Disneyland as it was only about an hour drive. However, one thing she did not plan on was a little bit of self-discovery… It was a few days into her first week of summer break that Skylar woke to an overcast sky, not uncommon living so near the beach. It was a bit humid as well. But that was fine. She smiled, stretching as she sat up in bed, her messy auburn hair tumbling over the side of her shoulder. She got out of her bed to get ready for the day. She chose a loose, Boho styled brown skirt that layered itself longer in the back, exposing her thighs in the front, and a white lacy tank top to go along with it. She picked out a pair of emerald green panties, foregoing a bra. She wasn’t flat chested by any means, but her breasts were just small enough and perky to be able to get away with going braless for some time yet. She showered and dressed, admiring her simple summer outfit in the mirror. It looked good on her slight, willowy frame. She pulled her hair back into a simple messy bun and touched on a little bit of makeup to complete the look. She was going to go meet up her friends at the mall. They only had a few days until Chad Miller’s senior party. He’d been the most popular boy in school since she was a freshman. A year older, he’d be going away to college in the fall. And this would be the last party he’d throw in their hometown for some time. Not only that, but it was the first party of the summer and it was going to kick off with a bang, as all of Chad’s parties did. She grabbed an iced tea from the fridge instead of breakfast, not wanting to gain weight before the party, and headed out. It was humid, but not too horrible. There was a slight breeze too. Keeping in mind with the whole no gaining weight plan, she decided to walk to the mall. It wasn’t far from her house. Besides, gas prices were so high! She played on her phone, texting her friends Amberly, Christina, and Monica while she sipped her tea. They were all meeting outside the Cheesecake Factory in about twenty minutes, plenty of time for her walk there and finish her tea. Halfway there she wondered if she ought to have brought her umbrella. Was that thunder in the distance she heard? Or was it her imagination? She shrugged it off. They were going to an outdoor mall, so if they got rained on they got rained on. Besides, with so many stores one of them was bound to have an umbrella if she needed. Once she had arrived, she greeted her friends cheerfully. They’d all driven over in the old mini van that Monica had saved up for, so Skylar was last to arrive. They didn’t mind though. Her friends had grabbed drinks at Starbucks. Her best friend, Christina, had of course bought her a vanilla bean Frappuccino for her so she’d be included. “Aw, thanks so much! Let me finish this really quick,” Skylar said happily as she downed her tea, tossing the bottle before taking the Frap. “Sure thing, its so humid today,” Christina said “we better stay hydrated” The girls agreed, sipping their drinks happily as they walked through the outdoor mall. They went over styles, discussing various dresses and outfits they liked. They wandered in and out of stores, trying on outfits. The heat and humidity drove them to get waters and juices and cokes throughout their trip. The other three girls had stopped for bathroom breaks twice now, but Skylar always opted to stay outside and hold their bags. “God, how big is your bladder anyway?” Monica laughed “I almost peed my pants while that girl was zipping that dress for me!” “I don’t know,” Skylar laughed back “I’ve always been able to hold it pretty well, I guess.” Truth be told, Skylar wasn’t a huge fan of public toilets. They were smelly and dirty and the gap between the doors and underneath always made it feel like she was peeing in full view of everyone in the bathroom. Besides, they were almost done shopping. She could wait until she was back home. At least, that’s what she assumed. What she didn’t count on was running into Courtney Higgins while they were shopping. It wasn’t that Courtney was a bad person, but…she was particular. Especially so about clothes, and since it was such an important party coming up she was absolutely in Perfectionist Mode. When she joined their group, it easily added another two hours of detailed shopping for the perfect dress. And the perfect shoes. And the perfect accessories. And the perfect makeup. And the perfect back up outfit just in case. And Skylar was absolutely dying. She sat on a fluffy armchair in the waiting area of what she swore was the fifteenth changing room as Courtney tried on about twelve pairs of jeans that made her butt look exactly the same. She had her legs pressed tightly together, determined not to cross them or fidget. Her friends would catch on and take another bathroom break and she really, really didn’t want to have to use the mall bathrooms. Oh God…! I have to pee soooo bad… Skylar thought as she shifted her weight in the chair. Her bladder was full and tight inside her, the shift sending a painful spasm through it. She grit her teeth, jiggling her leg up and down. “I wish Courtney would hurry this up,” Amberly sighed, fidgeting with boredom herself, “We’ve already got our outfits…” “She already has her outfit too,” Christina said irritably, “she just wants like twenty-three backups just in case she changes her mind.” “Do we need to really sit here for this?” Monica mused “Guys, be nice, it would hurt her feelings if we ditched her,” Amberly sighed. “I do have to go soon though,” Skylar added. Back to her house, yes…but more importantly to a toilet. “Hey what do you think about this pair?” Courtney asked, modeling her jeans “Yeah, those look good” Monica said “But my mom, like, JUST called me and said I need to be home in like an hour…” “Yeah,” Amberly added, jumping at the opportunity “And Monica was our ride so…” “Boo, that sucks,” Courtney said, “well, I’ll buy these and we’ll head out. Want to grab Starbucks before we go?” “Yeah, that sounds great,” Christina said happily. No! Oh god no it doesn’t! Thought Skylar as she shivered, the thought of putting more liquid in her body made her bladder scream. Courtney went back to change, coming back out a few minutes later with her pair of jeans so she could check out. Oh no…I…I have to stand up Skylar thought as a sheen of cold sweat broke out over her body. She swallowed as everyone else got to their feet with no trouble. She had to make it look like that too. Slowly, she rolled herself up to stand. Her bladder did not appreciate that one bit. It sent a painful tremor up her spine, making her gasp and bend over, grabbing the arm of the chair for support. “You okay Sky?” Christina asked right before Skylar grabbed herself between the legs. She managed to halt the movement, pretending to adjust her skirt instead “Y-yeah, my leg was just asleep” she lied, but Christina nodded and turned around to go with the other girls. Skylar stood still for a moment, barely breathing. Ohhh…I’m so full…I have to pee RIGHT NOW! She thought, desperation making her tremble. The group was already near the check out line, which Skylar noted with a groan, was long. She had to get through it though. She couldn’t have an accident in the store. She’d wait until after and just use the Starbucks bathroom. They were usually nice enough, and this was an emergency. Skylar took a hesitant step toward the line, but the moment she did, her bladder gave another hard throb. She bit her lip and shoved both hands between her legs, squeezing herself with all her might. Aaaah! Oh no no no…! I..I can feel my pee…its right about to come out! Her legs twisted together on their own as she felt hot pee travel down her urethra and she jammed her fingers against her hole as hard as she could. Another sensation throbbed between her legs, but it wasn’t the need she was experiencing. It…was pleasure. That…that felt good, to touch herself like that with her bladder about to burst. The confusion gave her a moment of clarity, a moment where she was able to regain a little control over her bladder. She swallowed hard and walked, quite stiffly, to where her friends were standing in line. They thought nothing of it, as they figured it was just her sleepy leg making her walk so stiffly. Waiting in line was agony. Skylar bit her lips red, trying to keep her moans whimpers stifled. Her body shook with the effort of holding back her pee and keeping her potty dancing to a minimum. She couldn’t stand still even if she wanted to. Her bladder throbbed as she resigned to stand still, legs pressed tightly together but not crossed. Not yet. Suddenly, a crack of thunder echoed overhead, making all her friends jump and gasp from shock. Skylar was no exception to this; however, her shock wasn’t the thunder so much as it was the hot burst of pee that came jetting from between her legs. No! No no no! Oh god I’m peeing! I’m peeing right here! She crossed her legs tightly and jammed her fingers against her spurting pee hole. Nnnn…it’s coming out so fast… And indeed, it was, she was nearly pissing at full force. Her bladder was so full it was all going to come out at once and make a huge, shimmering yellow puddle on the white tiled floor of the boutique shop… But it didn’t. By some miracle, she managed to stop the flow. She got her thighs and hand all wet in the process, her panties were completely soaked, but there was only a few drops that had splattered against the floor. She shivered, trying not to breathe so hard as her friends all giggled about the fright they had, oblivious to Skylar’s tiny accident. I peed…I totally just peed right now…not all the way but it came out… She shivered, biting her lip as she walked forward with the group. Her bladder wasn’t so rock solid anymore, and she felt like she could breathe a little easier. For a moment, she wondered if that brief release had been enough to let her make it home. She didn’t quite feel the urge as bad. Just as she was building some confidence on the matter, rain began to pour against the roof, splashing down the windows outside. Oh fuck…she thought, eyes widening at the downpour. The sound…the sight of the water flooding down the window…Her bladder pounded. Her rapidly chilling wet panties teased her opening and she bit her cheek as a few greedy drops of pee warmed them right back up again. By the time Courtney had paid for her jeans, Skylar was dripping pee into her panties near constantly. With each dribble, she felt a tingling sense of pleasure and relief. She was certain she was leaving a little trail from the counter to the door, but she dared not to look. And, she consoled herself, even if she was there were so many people running in from the rain that the floor was getting wet anyway. “What should we do?” Courtney wondered as they hesitated by the door “make a run for it?” Oh right. Starbucks. In her crisis, Skylar had completely forgot. She’d been so focused on not letting her bladder loose all over the pretty white floor that she’d forgot about the plan for Starbucks. And running? Could she do that? She squeezed her muscles tight and pressed her legs together. It didn’t feel quite so full…and Starbucks was only seven stores down, a straight shot up the pathway. I…I can make it Skylar resolved I have to make it. I’ll go to the bathroom in Starbucks, its just right there…I can hold it and run. I’ll run right into the bathroom. “Let’s go,” Skylar said “It’s not that far, we won’t get like, super wet.” Her friends agreed and they stepped outside under the awning, planning their dash. “On the count of three!” Amberly said Oh god its so cold…my bladder is shaking… “One…” Aaaah…my pee! I feel like its going to come out again… “Two…” No…no not yet…aaaah…ohhh its warm… “Three!” They took off in a sprint, Skylar running in a desperate haze right along with them. Her hazel eyes focused on the Starbucks ahead. The bathroom was there. She could pee in there. She barely noticed how the cool summer rain soaked her skin and clothes, but she did notice the spurts of pee that burst out of her with each step that crashed against the wet concrete floor. They reached the Starbucks in mere moments, ducking under the awning. “Guess we weren’t the only ones with this idea,” Monica chuckled as the line wrapped outside to where they stood. “We’re totally soaked,” Amberly sighed, “Oh well.” Their conversation fell on Skylar’s deaf ears. She stood behind them, gripping her shopping bags. She had intended on running right past the line, right inside to the bathrooms, but she just couldn’t make it that far. Standing there, right beside all her friends, as they chatted and laughed about the rain, Skylar’s bladder burst. A torrent of golden pee sprayed out from between her legs. She had no choice but to spread them a little in her body’s natural move to void the entire contents of her bladder. It hissed loudly, the only sound Skylar could hear, and splashed into a rain puddle below her. She gripped her shopping bags tight, looking down as she watched in horror as rivulets of pee streamed down the inside of her legs, creating warmth inside her flats. It’s…coming out…it’s all coming out… “Ahhhh…” Skylar sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut as she gave into the warm relief spreading through her body. It feels so good…I’m peeing and it feels so good… She felt like she could pee forever, so much was coming out. She shivered, from the pleasure of release rather than the cold, feeling her skin prickle. She pushed her muscles, making sure her pee sprayed out hard and fast. She had to swallow back a moan as a pleasurable sensation tickled hot between her legs. She recognized that sharp sensation, and it made her blush. The last of her pee trickled out, leaving her breathing heavy. And then she remembered she’d just done this in front of her closest friends. She swallowed thickly, looking slowly up at her companions for their reaction. After all, she’d just totally pissed herself like a toddler in front of them and an entire Starbucks line. They were all still chatting amongst themselves. Skylar blinked. She’d just stood there and peed, she peed an entire ocean it seemed, and they hadn’t noticed a thing. She stood upright, licking her lips. It was raining really loud, and a lot of people were chatting in the line. Could that sound have covered the waterfall that had gushed from her? And the ground and her clothes were already wet. It covered any stains or smell...She let out a sigh. She just peed, in front of everyone, and it went entirely undetected. She shifted her bags around. Her bladder was happily empty, no longer giving her sharp signals, but she still felt a throbbing heat between her legs. Realization made her blush Oh my god…peeing like that got me totally worked up…I guess…I guess it did feel really, really good… Thinking about how good it felt to pee made her shiver, the heated throbbing growing worse. She was dying to touch herself, but she knew there was no way she could get away with THAT in line around everyone. She pressed her thighs together, sighing at the slight pleasure the pressure gave. Well…she was just going to have go straight home after this drink and sort that all out, wasn’t she?
  12. slycat

    malefemale Yesterday

    So, I have been wanting to do a public wetting for awhile, but not really have anyone to see me. I did go for a walk a few week ago and let a couple of spurts go. They were slightly visible, but not much. Yesterday I decided I would do something. I had to go pretty bad. At my apartment complex between buildings are some storage units. There is a walkway between them and it leads to the back of the apartments where there is a fence separating the apartments from the houses behind the complex. I sat down on the edge of the walkway and let go. I peed quite a bit. My jean shorts and boxers were pretty wet in the back, but dry in the front. I usually like wetting in smaller, tighter underwear, but I didn't feel like changing yesterday.
  13. There's a festival in town. Hundreds of thousands have flocked to the city. You've been in line to get into a club for over an hour. You really need to pee. In fact, you need to pee so much that the uncomfortably of your situation muffles any possible excitement related to your pee fetish. There are people everywhere. You've been drinking; you've been drinking a lot. The city is so crowded that a discrete pee in an alleyway is no longer an option. Suddenly, you're overwhelmed by desperation. Your body is about to release your bladder and there's nothing you can do about it. You have two choices: 1. Piss in your pants right there, right where you stand 2. Pull your pants down, squat, pee, in front of everyone (f) / pull out your dick, pee, in front of everyone (m) What do you do?
  14. TexBoy

    Want to go for it

    I have had accidents from desperation before, but never in full public view; usually it'll be in my car, at home (ie, while sleeping), or somewhere where I just happened to slip away unseen. But now I am wanting to take a risk of being caught and having a more public accident. So, I have been scouting around for ideal places where I can have an accident, possibly be seen, but not by too many people. I am somewhat known of in my town. The location I have chosen is a park, although I have several to choose from nearby, and have not decided on the perfect one yet. I am thinking of going a bit outside of town to a park I used to visit with my grandmother when I was little. It has a nice pond, and hopefully still has the friendly geese that I remember from my youth. That, or there's a few around the schools in my town- but I kinda hate to use those. My #1 fear with this, is getting into trouble because some kid saw me pee myself. So, I am trying to figure out how best to pull this off. The main reason I want to use a park is because I am a student. Parks are nice to study and do homework in. So I am figuring that it would be the perfect place and event to make this happen, as I often allow my bladder urges to sneak up on me while I am doing work. That, and the fact that I have worked out how to lock my pants and zipper, means that the odds of an accident is quite high. The only problem with this, is that it will seem really strange if anyone sees me wet myself and there is a bathroom available in the park. I am pretty sure that all parks around here have toilets, so I do not know what to do about that. I suppose I could find a way to lock the bathroom doors... but that seems kinda mean, since that may create multiple unintentional victims. Although, that would make it seem more acceptable when I have an accident myself. I am not sure. I want to make this happen, but the ideal situation is difficult. But locking the door seems to be the only way. Any advice or thoughts? Anyone done this before? Sorry if this belongs in the "advice" section, but this thread will probably eventally turn into a report of my experience. I am still debating whether I should make a video, since I have never made one before.
  15. Nikkiswetsecret

    female A Warm and Wet Delivery

    The first time I had sex, actual sex, it had to be anal. I know, you are currently asking yourself, what in the world could this have to do with pee play?! Well, it gives you a context - where I was and where I am now. I was raised in a very conservative home and the idea of me having real sex with a person I was not married to was such a big no-no that I said, ‘Hey, lets do it the other way!’ so that I felt better about going against my upbringing. Right then, I should have known. Not only do I love sex, but I love deviating from “social expectations” of sex. A few years later, the same man - aka my husband - had the guts to inform me of a fetish of his: girls wetting their pants. I really truly have no idea as to how he found the guts to do so, for I am sure my reaction was not what he was hoping for. I really don’t remember my reaction, but I do know there was a lot of ‘sure I will try peeing my panty’s or pants,’ but there was also, ‘there is no way I would ever try x,y, and z - thats too weird!’ Guess the joke was on me...because once I actually started playing around with peeing my pants, over time, I have gotten so into it that ‘x, y, and z’ are now desperation activities that I look forward to and enjoy! Who wouldn’t want to have sex on wet sheets right after I wet the bed in the middle of the night?! But, that is not the story I am here to tell, this time. This story involves me and one of my many adventures with peeing my panties. There have been many of times where while walking my dog I have peed my panties or pants. Sure I might get caught, but that is part of the excitement of it all! Well, this one evening I had wanted to pee my pants as I walked the dog but it was pouring outside. Life just isn’t fair sometimes! I had been drinking water and holding it for hours and hours and now that I was ready to burst - my plans had been shot down. But then, I realized hey - I don’t have to go walking in order to pee my pants. Sure, I could do it inside the house but sometimes I like the rush of the possibility of getting caught. So, instead I decided to go check my mail in front of the house. Living in suburbia, that means my house is surrounded by other houses and checking the mail is in plain sight of all of them. So, I casually opened the garage door and looked out into the street. The rain pouring down around me was not helping with my increasingly full bladder. This is where it got tough. I like the rush I get peeing in public but I have been caught before and I am not a fan of being embarrassed! So, I was checking to make sure that there was nobody in plain sight - which there wasn’t. With the coast clear I casually walked down the driveway to the mailbox, with my tight blue jeans starting to catch the rain. My pussy was wet with excitement, the anticipation, that I was finally going to feel that warm trickle flowing down my legs. I had intended to wait until I got to the mailbox to start peeing my pants but with my bladder knowing that it was almost ‘go’ time it made the choice for me. I could feel it pooling in my panties, like my pussy was taking its own private warm bath. But as I got to the mailbox I could feel it spilling out of my panties and down my legs as it slowly spread through the jean material. Normally, I just grab the mail and return but I wanted the rush of possibly getting caught...so I stood there at the mailbox looking through the mail, envelope by envelope, as my jeans continued to soak and soak. It’s a good thing I stood there for so long, because there was a lot to come out! A car passed by. Did they see? Who knows. But if they did, I like to think it is being driven by a guy who has a pee play fetish and he just got the show of his life... Once I could no longer justify standing at the mailbox I decided to return to the safety of my home. My legs were completely drenched down the middle and sides, I could not believe how much had come out. But that is what happens when you have been holding it for hours. As I walked back towards the garage my shoes squeaked, too. Sure it was raining but I wasn’t standing in a puddle of water and the base of the driveway, so that meant that I had soaked my white socks and shoes with pee. The thought just made the whole experience seem even naughtier! Once I got back to the garage and close to safety, I decided to take a couple of pictures with suburbia in the background - to show that I had had the guts to do some pee play in public. When I saw the pictures on my phone I was completely surprised by how hot my curvy legs looked in the glistening jeans - God, wetting yourself is just so naughty and sexy at the same time! Where was my husband to yank my soaking pants and panties down so he could pound my brains out for peeing myself, in public mind you! I could totally ruin his image in the neighborhood if I got caught... Being in front of the garage, I still had that off chance of getting caught. The guy across the street frequently sits out front of his house...he could have walked out at any moment and seen me straight across the road taking a picture of my ‘wet delivery.’ No worries. I am sure he is a closet wetting fan, too. He would have enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed giving it.
  16. Straszakitty

    malefemale Sneaky/stealthy wettings

    Hey, just thought I'd share some short stories about sneaky/stealthy wettings I like doing, mostly in public. I've always loved the idea of wetting myself around people without them knowing about it. I also always loved the idea of being able to let go whenever I wanted to, wherever I was. So for my public wettings I wear skinny or slim fit black jeans. Not all of my black jeans hide the wetness completely, so I do some careful testing at home, before wetting them in public. I'm still experimenting with different fabrics and materials to see which ones work best. I also tend to wear cute panties and tights under my jeans (I'm a crossdresser). Most of the times, I drink a lot of water to make sure that my pee is dilute, so that it doesn't produce an unpleasant odor. My black jeans completely hide my wetness, but people can definitely tell when someone's had an accident by the smell of it. So, black jeans and a lot of water = no traces and happy oblivious people all around you For most of my public wettings, I get really desperate at home, then excitedly dress up and go out. I might let out a few spurts here and there while on my way to my destination. I like going to malls, parks and other busy places. Usually these places will have some quiet/secluded areas (especially at parks) where I can relief myself. Over the years, I have become more self-conscious and considerate about other people and private property. I don't really fully wet myself in shops and other private property where a member of staff would have to clean up after me. I might, however, let out a few spurts while browsing for cute clothes, but my jeans and tights soak it all up. Note that I have nothing against people who are brave enough to wet themselves in private property, I just feel bad doing it myself! Another thing I like to do is wearing lighter color jeans and letting out a few spurts during short trips to town or local shops. Most people won't notice unless they are looking for it, and if someone is looking at my crotch, then I'm flattered! A small spot between your legs won't be noticeable while you're walking/standing, and when you're sitting you can easily hide it. I love making little wet spots in my jeans in public, knowing that no one is aware of what I've done, even though the evidence is right there. Lastly, I also love to wear maxi pads/incontinence pads. Like, a LOT. Since I was a kid. I love the fact that you can slowly wet yourself, feel wet on your pad, and keep your clothes dry. No one knows what you've just done. Of course you can't let it out all at once, but the pads that I use allow me to slowly pee quite a lot without leaking. I do also like diapers, but they're too bulky, too expensive, and frankly feel too dry and take out the risk factor that gives me most of the thrill while wetting in public. Unfortunately, I'm not a girl, and I haven't tried full crossdressing yet to try to pass as a girl (that involves a lot of work, time and effort). So the only crossdressing I do in public is stuff that cannot be seen, such as underwear. I really hate the fact that I'm not able to wear skirts or tight shorts in public. Sometimes I wish I was a girl! It would be really awesome to do some sneaky wettings under a skirt, I absolutely love those. Still, that doesn't stop me from enjoying my skirts and dresses at home
  17. It was a hot day yesterday. We had a couple of beers after work, then I had another as soon as I got home. It was still over 30 degrees at 5:30, so I decided to go for a swim at the beach. By this stage the beer had filtered through me, and I was starting to need to pee. I tried inviting the wife and daughter for a swim, but they weren't interested. If they had of came, I would've gone to the toilet before we left, but as they didn't want too, I decided to wait until I got there and have some fun. I'm lucky to live only a 5 minute walk from the beach. Plus, the part I go to is very quiet. The main car parks are a bit further north and south, and I go over a track that puts me in a stretch of sand that not many people go to. I changed into a pair of board shorts that are mostly white, but have a diagonal black and green stripe across the front. They're made out of a fairly thick canvas like style of cotton, and I've wet myself in them many times before. I know from experience that the white legs become almost transparent, and it's very easy to tell when they get wet. I drank another beer on the walk, and took a few with me as well. By the time I got there, I was really feeling the need to pee. I wasn't leg crossing desperate, but was starting to feel a touch uncomfortable. As I hit the sand I noticed that there was nobody to my right for at least 200 meters, and apart from an elderly couple in the water to my left maybe 50 meters away, I once again had that part of the beach to myself. I turned to my right, and walked just a little bit further to give me some more space from the couple in the water. I sat down and opened another beer, then lit a cigarette. I sat in the hot sand and looked around, confirming that I was alone. There was a guy and his daughter walking in my direction but they were a long way away. So as I sat there I relaxed my bladder for a 5 count, and immediately felt hot pee start to trickle over my private parts, and I looked down and saw liquid forcing its way through the fabric and making the sand under my crotch change colour. I stopped the flow temporarily, stretched my legs out, and gazed at the now noticeable wet spot on my front. As I finished my smoke, I kept letting small dribbles and squirts out, but kept monitoring the flow, and didn't just flood myself all at once. I let my hand sneak down there and gave a squeeze, and surreptitiously explored the growing wet patch with my fingers. I was quietly sitting there enjoying the feeling of wetting my pants outdoor in a public place, even though there was nobody around. The guy and his daughter were still approaching, although still far away, and my need to empty my bladder was increasing dramatically now I had started leaking, so I decided to fully wet and then go in the water before they got too close. I stood up and just let go. My undelivered pee just exploded out of me. My shorts couldn't contain it, and it erupted out of my shorts and poured down my legs. Not just in trickles but in waves. I stood there while rivers of hot pee soaked my shorts and streamed all over my legs and feet, and soaked the sand underneath them. The guy walking with his kid had turned away and was walking in the other direction, and hadn't gotten within 200 meters of me, and I was still alone. I heard a motor revving and noticed a boat approaching from my right towing a wake boarder. He was really good, doing tricks and stuff until he fell over right in front of me, but still a fair way out, and I decided as soon as they left I would enter the water. But I hadn't been watching the elderly couple. They had been slowly swimming towards my part of the beach and I hadn't noticed. By now they were only about 20 meters to my left, although about 50 meters away in the water in a straight line. I was standing there in obviously fully pissed in shorts, and debated walking into the water which meant getting closer to them, or just waiting for them to leave. The boat started up again and took off, so it was only the couple in the water and myself left now. Then I heard some noise. A family was approaching down the track. I couldn't just sit there any longer, so I approached the water. My legs were glistening and my shorts were obviously completely soaked. As I got near the water a bunch of kids ran into the sand from the track that was now directly behind me, followed by their parents. I couldn't turn around now if I wanted too. I had to keep walking into the water towards the elderly couple. The man in the water was still about 20 meters from me, but made eye contact and nodded hello as I walked in. I'd swear he did a double take when he looked at me, but that's probably just paranoia. He was still a reasonable distance from me and I think unless he was super observant he wouldn't have noticed. But it did feel a bit embarrassing to be walking around in wet pants so close to a complete stranger.
  18. james07s

    malefemale Wet at the movies

    So I just got back from a fun planned accident! I wanted to have an accident at the movies today, so I decided to go to the new dark knight movie and do it. I was drinking a lot for hours and getting really desperate, and thought the most fun way would be to pick a theater kinda far away and pick the last showing so not many people would be around. I put on some light colored jeans so it would be very obvious when I wet, which made me very nervous because I didn't know who might see! When I left I was really desperate, and it's like an hour to walk to the theater, so I was almost peeing by the time I got there. I was a little early when I got my tickets, so I had to wait like 10 minutes for it to start. Obviously I decided that the best thing to do with that time was to buy one of the super-huge drinks they sell :D. I was holding myself and dancing around a little when no one was looking, and finally the previous movie finished. As people were walking out I had to stand still and not grab myself or dance around, and so I felt a little come out (and then a little more come out!). I didn't look down to see if it was visible though because I didn't want to make it look obvious. So as I get into the theater, there are only a few people before me, so I make sure to go in line behind them so I can hold myself. As they're picking seats around the middle of the theater, and I'm at the back in the isle, I suddenly start to pee a little.... then a little more... then a little more... then I though, ahh, screw it, and just relaxed and totally soaked my light colored jeans standing there :D. It felt really hot! And it felt like I was peeing for like 5 minutes! When I finished I quickly moved up to the front and sat down with my drink, and looked down at my pants. Both legs were totally soaked and it was really obvious what I'd done! About half way through the movie I finished my drink and had to go again pretty bad, so I just relaxed and went. There are exits by the back of the theater that go right to the parking lot, so after the movie I hurried out that way before anyone saw. I drank so much that I also wet some while walking back after the movie :D. But it was dark by then so I don't think anyone saw! And no one was around when I got home, so I think I got away with it! I just got back a little bit ago and started looking for stories and pics, and then I decided that I should share one with all of you. And yes, I'm still wearing my peed pants right now!
  19. 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
  20. Some of you may have read my story ‘desperatly driving home from work’, which happened three weeks ago. Today I’m gonna tell you what happened the next day (February 2). Sorry it took me so long to write it, but I’ve been extremely busy the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy :) So my day was very similar to the day before: I work for two hours, have some spare time and then work another two hours. Since I had almost full-on wet myself in my car (if it wasn’t for my pull-up) the day before, I had kinda learned my lesson and I decided to drink less water. I left for work, but this time I didn’t wear a pull-up, because I felt more confident about drinking less water. Nothing special happened until I was in my last hour of work again. When I arrived at my last patient’s house and we sat down at the table, I saw they had already put a 0,5 litre bottle of water and a big glass on the table for me. At first I was hesitant to drink it, considering the events which happened the day before. After 15 minutes, I decided to drink some water anyway, because I was actually really thirsty. I hadn’t been drinking anything since my lunch break, which was 5 hours before. Some water was welcome. It was my last hour of work and I didn’t feel the need to pee. If the need would come, I would still make it home dry … I thought. So In the last 45 minutes I downed the bottle of water completly. The moment I stood up to pack my things and say goodbye to my patient, my bladder started to work. When I sat down in my car, a huge wave of desperation hit me. So typical. I immediatly felt like I was at 8/10 and had to jam my hand between my legs. I started my car and heared a familiar sound *beep beep beep*. The sound brought me back to earth. The beeping was telling me I had almost ran out of gas and had to find a gas station. I was already driving around for quite a while with my almost empty gastank. Normally I go to a gas station near my house, but I had forgotten to do that before going to work. With a 30 minute drive ahead of me, I probably wouldn’t make it home if I didn’t put any gas in my car. Great, this is not what I had imagined. I didn’t want to put gas in my car. I wanted to drive home as fast as a could to be able to pee. Anyway, I had no other choice. While being desperate in the car again, I started looking for a place to buy gas. Although I don’t recall being as desperate as I was the day before, I still had a really hard time holding it. I was squirming almost constantly and pushing my hand between my legs every now and then. After 20 minutes I finally saw a gas station and pulled over. The moment I stepped out of the car, gravity started working and pushed hard on my bladder. I immediatly felt even more desperate than I was when I was driving around. I started walking around my car nervously. I had to pee so bad. I felt like the moment I would stop moving and relax my muscles, I would completly soak my grey jeans. It was the first time I stopped for gas in this kind of gas station, so I didn’t really know how it worked and I needed some time figuring out which steps I had to take. While I was doing so, I was kinda pee dancing to prevent myself from wetting. I was lifting my legs and pushing my crotch a little bit while bending forward. I grunted. ‘Just put a little gas in the car’, I said to myself. ‘Just enough to make it home’. There was just no time to waste. I was on the verge of wetting myself. I took the handle and started putting gas in my car as fast as I could. I tried to keep my figure and stand still. The moment gas started pumping through the tubes, my bladder gave in. A huge spurt dampened my panties. And another. And another. I looked down in horror, and immediatly saw some strains spreading on my inner thighs. They went from my crotch to halfway my thighs. This is it, I thought. I’ll have to come home and admit to my parents I have wet myself like a 5-year old. My mind had already given up the fight, but apparantly my body hadn’t. To my own surprise, I somehow managed to regain controle after those three spurts. I jumped back in my car and started rubbing my thighs, hoping the wetness would magically disappear. Which of course didn’t happen. I also put my airco on and started blasting hot air to make the stains go away. That’s how I proceeded my drive home. I didn’t leak or spurt in my panties anymore, even though my bladder was still really really full. Like the day before, I immediatly dashed into the bathroom the second I got home, doing another pee dance in front of the toilet. The relief was huge! After that I sprinted to my room and put on my pyjama’s, before having dinner. My parents never noticed what had happend. Nailed it!
  21. threepoint14

    Where can I find this?

    Hi, I just can't find a video for hours, please someone help me! I think I saw it on youtube. There was a girl with a standing up urinating device, she tries it, but fails, and half of the pee goes in her jeans. She laughs a lot about it. Thank you!
  22. File Name: GIGA - OD 15 File Submitter: Kirito File Submitted: 26 Nov 2012 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Various Another movie from the GIGA series. Contains various public wetting scenes in skirts, jeans and shorts. Click here to download this file
  23. JAV wetting tan shorts in public View File From a larger JAV. Synopsis: She's walking along and stops for a bit to squat. She leaks a bit, then dashes behind a wall to let it all out. She then walks over to a small garage to take off her panties before continuing on her walk, wet butt and shorts and all. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 06/10/2016 Category Pants Wetting  
  24. Hey guys. So I did a thing last night. During October local theme parks have a seasonal Halloween event where people go out and scare you etc etc. I have a season pass to it and go frequently. Well last night it was just me by myself for awhile. Not a fan of going to the park solo because it’s boring. (I don’t get scared so meh) So I played some Pokémon Go and Dance Dance Revolution instead. Now by the end the of my gaming session I definitely knew I needed to pee. But it was so crowded (I get anxiety sometimes with big crowds and just don’t like too many people in my personal space and I hate public c bathrooms) I knew I wasn’t going to use the bathrooms here. Luckily I was wearing these black pants that are like water repellent on the outside and dry kinda quick too. I found a planter with basically dirt in it. I found an “L” shaped section and positioned myself so my butt was basically hanging over the dirt. I ended up wetting myself as people walked by and nobody said anything or probably even knew. My butt had a huge wet spot on it (could tell by the wetness) and I made sure I wasn’t dripping when I stood up. My undies and pants were super wet for the rest of the night. I ended up meeting up with one friend who was none the wiser to what I did. Was kind of a fun night after all I guess. :3
  25. This is a subject that is of real interest to me. I, like I am sure many others here, not only enjoy seeing people wetting themselves, but wetting myself as well. Now usually I will do this in the privacy of my own home, or outside but in a secluded area where no-one can see me. However, I have often wondered about staging some kind of public accident, and wondering how it would go down. Is there anyone else who has thought about this.....or is there anyone who has actually been brave enought to try it? Where would you do it? What kind of reaction would you expect from people? I will be really interested to hear any answers to these questions.