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  1. hello. I'm back now with a new story for you's all. I said in my last post that i was going to make more content but that was a month ago, sorry for the delay but here we are. just a description of what i look like. young (early 20's , skinny, no body hair, very smooth skin average height and i prefer wearing woman's clothes most of the time. It was a Monday night and i decided to go swimming for a little bit of exercise (as i do on a Monday) and arrived, got in and changed into my swimming briefs and have a quick rinse and pop into the pool. The water was nice and warm for a cold and rainy night so was off to a great start. I always brings a 1LT bottle of ice cold water with me to keep me cool and hydrated and every time i reached the start of the pool i took a small break and finished about 1/5th of the bottle. So after about an hour i decided to get out of the pool as the leisure centre was closing in half an hour plus getting pretty tired as i was trying to push my self a little bit more in the pool. walking back to my locker and it was !!!FREEZING!!! doesn't help that I'm skinny and i don't have any body hair from the neck down so clean shaven everywhere. Once i got into my locker i got my shampoo conditioner and body wash and went for a nice hot shower and after that wen't back into my locker, took everything out and started to get changed. Began by slipping down my swimming breifs, hung them up and began to dry my self down and change into my grey slim fit briefs (because you cant wear boxers with denim short shorts) 20 black Denier tights, blue denim short shorts, Hi-top converse and my tight fitting black T-shirt. after that dried my soaked briefs in the towel rolled up the towel with my swimming briefs inside and packed all my swimming stuff into my bag and as i was heading out decided to get another drink as my energy levels were low, and the choice of drink was a bottle of lucozade sport lime from the vending machine in the reception. Walking down to the bus station, cold and slowly getting wet from the rain and while walking i finished the bottle in less than 5mins and felt a bit more energised after that. as i was walking down i felt the first urge to pee after finishing 500ml of lemon lime water in the morning, a couple of 500ml bottles of water through out the day, the 1LT bottle of ice cold water from swimming and the 500ml bottle of sports lime. Then just as i reached the bus stop i remembered i haven't went to the bathroom all day so no morning or mid day pee so that's not gonna help for sure. As i approached the bus terminal i looked up at the time table and to my horror the bus had been delayed by 20mins, thought to my self "great just what i need when i really need to pee. After 30mins of waiting, walking and pacing (refused to sit on those freezing and wet seats) the bus arrived and i was in luck and out of luck at the same time, because It's the last bus home it drives straight to my house with no stops as the bus shelters are right beside my house, only thing is it's an hour and 15 minute bus journey. if the bus stopped everywhere on the way home (as it normally dose) i would for sure started having an accident or started full on wetting my self half way to 3 quarters of the way home for sure. so in my head I'm thinking i should make it or mostly make it and I'd be fine with wet grey briefs and even wet tights, as long as no wet marks or patches start appearing on my blue short shorts I'm happy with that. Boarded the bus quite desperate and thankfully the bus took off instantly and i noticed as i sat down on the back of the bus that it was empty. 10mins into the bus journey i started to dry off and warm up (thanks to the little radiators) after standing in the freezing rain for 30mins and was helping me hold as well and the warmth was helping me relax rather than shivering and tensing up my whole body. 20 mins in and i had my first pure wave of desperation hit me and i didn't know what to do as it took me by surprise, felt all my mussels in my lower area relax, a nice hot wave followed by a shiver flood my entire body, slowly started spreading my legs further and further apart i just zoned out so hard. After about 10 seconds i snapped back realised i was 1 second away from an accident as i could feel a hot warmth travelling down my willy, so i very quickly shoved both hands into my blue denim short shorts and crossed my legs with my tights rubbing off each other. after 30 seconds of desperate grabbing and holding i felt it retract back inside me and i managed to downgrade from "on the verge of wetting my self to "extremely desperate". i calmed down, uncrossed my legs and took my hands away from my short shorts and went back to sitting normally with my right foot tapping away. 30mins in and another wave out of no where hit me but it was worse than last time, so i panicked again and just pressed and rubbed my thighs together and hoped for the best, but this was the start of the end. 20 seconds into the second wave hitting me i started to feel it moving It's way down with no slowing down and i panicked even more and that lead to me letting go for a couple of seconds by accident and i felt it rush down my willy and i slammed my thighs shut again held on for dear life. after a couple of minutes it subsided and i thought i was i the clear untill i twitched in my lower area and felt something move fast in my underwear. i quickly realised that some of the pee must of got trapped in my willy and the second i twitched it most likely shot out of me into my grey briefs. So most likely I've got a small wet line from the bottom of the bulge of my grey briefs to right between my legs. GREAT 😞 50mins in I'm tapping with both feet, bobbing up and down, squirming, leaning on one but cheek to the other and crossing my legs and in allot of pain from being beyond desperate. 55mins in and my mussels slowly started to relax and i could feel it coming, could feel the warmth slowly moving It's way down past my V-point and down into my privet area and being in allot of pain and discomfort all i could think about is "It's okay if you let go" "adults wet them self time to time" " accidents happen" "just let go and soil yourself and you'll feel allot better" "no one will notice your soaked shorts and tights" . I didn't realise i was zoned out again while making up my mind if i was going to let go and just let the wetting happen and i froze when i felt a small warm stream running in my underwear and quickly realised I'M HAVE AN ACCIDENT!!! after about 5-7 seconds i managed to stop the flow and i knew at the least i have wet my underwear. I could feel the warmth between my legs and all the pee still trying to escape and me trying to fight it off with every ounce of strength i had left in me. I looked down to see if there was any outer damage and to my relief nothing and since there was no one on the bus i decided to quickly unzip my denim shorts and see the damage. Once i shimmied my shorts down to my knees i saw decent sized wet spot on my briefs and my tights and a tiny stream coming between and down my thighs and it rushing out of my willy again and all i could do was say under my breath was not again, not again. not again, no, no, no, no, no, No, NO !!!NO!!! after 10 seconds of peeing in just my underwear and tights as my blue denim short shorts have falling to my ankles during the second wetting i regained control by clamping my hands between my wet tights and underwear while still peeing and stopped my self from soaking myself anymore. I looked down and saw the wet patch reaching from my v-point to half way down between my tights and my entire bum. I very quickly wiped my hands on my tights pulled up my short shorts and moved one seat away from the window and there was a wet patch on the seat. i looked out of the window and saw that the bus was pulling into the bus station just out side my house and i thought "great I'm no more than 5 mins away from my house and the second the bus pulled up he just got up and left the bus so i stood up (with caution) and slowly started to get out of the bus and i decided to look down to inspect the damage and no wet marks on my blue denim short shorts but 2 long wet streaks down my inner of my thighs. Left the bus station without no one seeing me and proceeded to walk home with my bathroom being less than 5mins away. after 3mins of walking i finally saw my house just down at the end of the street and while looking up i felt something tickling the back of my left leg so had a wee quick look and noticed it was a small skinny wet patch slowly travelling down towards my converse and the front of my short shorts were becoming darker and darker. Walking home only 2mins away from my house and i can't hold on anymore and nothing but this small warm waterfall going between and down my legs, my shorts starting to absorb and darken and thinking to myself "oh no I'm having an accident in public" 😞 because my briefs, tights and denim short shorts are quite a tight fit I'm not able to full force wet myself due to the fact that everything down there is so tight down there so it's just a small constant stream slowly but surly an accident is in the making. I got into my front garden and i looked down, saw my short shorts getting wetter and wetter and my tight shining in the moon light from the wetness. i stopped and just fully relaxed let out a sigh of relief, spread my legs apart and i could feel the stream gather more speed as it splashed up and down the back of my grey underwear then make It's way down the sleeves of my now dark blue denim short shorts, riding down my see through tights from the front to the back.after it slowly came to an end i walked in and wen't straight to the washing machine to take off my clothes. I was on my knees with my heels up at my bum and i got the fright of my life when i heard "hey how are you?" it was my GF i forgot she was coming down today so i did everything to keep my lower half out of sight while talking to her (at this point is impossible) While talking to her i started to wet my self again as she scared me and she paused mid sentence and said "do you here that hissing noise?" and as she said that she looked down at me and saw the side of my see through tights were wet and asked " you okay?" i just replied with "yeah I'm fine" and at this point the hissing noise was getting louder and louder and she walked over to me looked down and saw my soaked clothes and them getting wetter and she gasped and asked what's happening? i just stood up faced her (while still wetting) and just said "sorry i having an accident" with a sad tone of voice and face 😞 While still having my last wetting for the night in the kitchen in front of my girl friend i was explaining that i got on the bus desperate, i had 2 accidents on the bus one with my shorts down while checking for internal damage i.e. my grey underwear and my see through tights, and i fully let go while walking home and once i reached the garden i froze and just let it happen and i came in here while still peeing a tiny bit and when you asked "hey, how are you?" you scared me and cause this accident in front of you. at this point is was pretty chocked up, stressed and very physically and mentally drained. i said I'm very sorry you had to see this (in a depressed voice) and as i started to walk away to get changed and to take a shower she quickly spun me around and said with the most friendly and cute little voice "it's okaaaayyyyyy" while giving me a massive hug. "go up and take a shower and change and come back down and cuddle up with me under my blanket till you feel better" 🙂 so i did just that, had another lovely shower, got changed into just my galaxy leggings (had an accident in my galaxy leggings from a previous story of mine) went down stairs cuddled up with her and we both fell asleep on the connor sofa. 🙂 Hope you've enjoyed this story as It's my longest, most detailed story I've ever written. please feel free to read through my other story's. Thank you
  2. View File PeeKingdom - Bratty girls pee themselves in class PeeKingdom looks to be a new site. I bought this and am posting it to show off some of their work. I think its pretty well produced and acted honestly. We should try and support this site as well since i believe they are making content worth our while. https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/141675/pee-kingdom Submitter KryptonianGod Submitted 07/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  3. I wet my jeans in park. Wonderful experience! https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d61bb699ff56
  4. View File Walking and desperately wetting On the pedestrian bridge This was made by a very brave girl. In this video she wears a gold down jacket and transparent stockings. She desperately finding washroom along a dark street but finally lost control completely on the pedestrian bridge while crossing the street. The source: http://shireyishunjian.online/main/forum.php?mod=viewthread&tid=120740&extra=page%3D1%26filter%3Dtypeid%26typeid%3D399 Submitter Klm744 Submitted 08/21/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Skirt Other  
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    This was made by a very brave girl. In this video she wears a gold down jacket and transparent stockings. She desperately finding washroom along a dark street but finally lost control completely on the pedestrian bridge while crossing the street. The source: http://shireyishunjian.online/main/forum.php?mod=viewthread&tid=120740&extra=page%3D1%26filter%3Dtypeid%26typeid%3D399

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  6. Version 1.0.0

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    PeeKingdom looks to be a new site. I bought this and am posting it to show off some of their work. I think its pretty well produced and acted honestly. We should try and support this site as well since i believe they are making content worth our while. https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/141675/pee-kingdom

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  7. 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!
  8. 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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  9. 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
  10. 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.
  11. 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!
  12. 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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  14. 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.
  15. I don't think anyone has mentioned this one on here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hM88ewJggQ
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  17. 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!
  18. 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.
  19. I found on this forum this video (see link). https://omorashi.org/topic/4920-youtube-wet-compilation/ I found this girl only now...so I don't know much about her. All that I found is that the movie from youtube is deleted. Is somebody having the whole clips from this compilation? Or some other clips from this girl? This girl is still active? Sorry about the too many questions :)
  20. Averylynn

    Coffee

    A while ago my girlfriend, Nat, and I met up with my friends. As per usual, we drank some and got stoned, and all that jazz. Now, my biggest problem is when I'm under the influence at all I have a huge problem with blatter control. A lot of times I'm not sure if my panties are wet because I'm horny or because I peed a bit. It leads to some problems, although I have also learnt over the last little bit Nat has the same issue. We had to walk back to my house afterwards and it was probably ten thirty at night. My house was an hours walk away and both of us were fucked. Nat admitted slightly down the road that she had to pee. Now she's been doing this a lot when drunk since I told her that I thought it was really hot when she had peed her tights on Canada day. Although that day I was not up for dealing with that. It was colder than it has been lately, and it was late at night and I wanted to get home and I wanted to cuddle my girlfriend and pass out. "Nat, we literally left five minutes ago why didn't you go at Tiki's place?" I asked her. "I didn't have o go then!" She whined. At this point I was kinda annoyed. I didn't want to babysit and Nat was acting like a child. "The coffee shop down the street is open till eleven, hey have publi washrooms, we'll be there soon" I told her as we continued on. Now, I was not aware that it was the drive thru open late. I thought that the drvie thru and store were both open till eleven. But not only was the store closed, but it looked like the drive thru closed early too. I don't have a clue what Nat was at at that point, in turms of a scale, although the second she noticed the flashing "closed" sign, she went pale. I honestly swear she was going to cry. Although instead of crying, she lefted up her skirt and started peeing, right there. She didn't seem to care at all for the entire fourty seconds that she was wetting for. Afterwards she didn't way anything, although she gave me the most sinister look, and grabbed my hand and pulled me in he direction we needed to go. I was so fucking aroused at that point, although I managed to keep my cool for the rest of the walk home
  21. I come on this site quite a bit, but have never posted. I recently has a very relevant experience and I figured now was the time to introduce myself. =) About a few weeks ago I was at a metal concert I was much anticipating. I met up with two friends whilst waiting in line, so I got pretty distracted with chatting/anticipation/etc and didn't really plan things like going to the bathroom at all. After waiting in line and talking it up about music for what seemed like forever, I started getting very thirsty. I borrowed a dollar from my friend (the bartender wouldn't accept cards) and grabbed a bottle of water from the bar that was set up in the venue's foyer. I tried to conserve the water, but I ended up chugging most of it pretty quickly. Shortly after, the doors opened and we made our way to the stage. We snagged a spot right up against the barrier, luckily for me... The opening band I wasn't much paying attention to, as I hadn't actually listened to their material before. Towards the end of their set, I realized I had to pee pretty damn bad. I'd had bad experiences in the past in terms of giving up my spot, especially at metal shows. The crowd was, as per usual, packed like sardines. If I left now to use the bathroom, getting back to my spot would have been damned near impossible, let alone annoying. I started considering just going where I stood. The opening band finished up their last song and left, and the anxious wait for the main act began. It was during this wait between the opening and main bands that I seriously started considering going in my pants. For a while, I thought about pulling it out and going in m water bottle, but I figured that would be much less explainable, if I was caught. I was wearing a pair of very ripped jeans that I had dyed black, so any kind of wetness would be basically invisible on them. I was also right up against the stage barrier, so there was no risk of anyone in front of me turning around and seeing what I was doing. I was basically in the perfect situation to do this, and the closer the band got to taking the stage, the less of a chance I had of making back from a bathroom trip in time. After a lot of contemplating and waiting for the band (the setup always seems to take forever), I finally said screw it, and decided to go. I had done this kind of thing before in privacy (a story for another time), so as timid as I was, it came pretty easily. It happened in a short burst at first, but it didn't take long for it to really start flowing. It was so relieving. I stopped after I got a good flow out, after I decided I didn't want to let the wetness reach my shoes, as those are a lot harder to wash after something like this. I felt better, and decided to relax for a bit. Soon after, the band finally came on, taking my mind off of my predicament. Some time into their set, the need hit me again, and I decided I had waited long enough. I started peeing again, this time for much longer, but in shorter bursts. Just as quick as my pants would start to dry up, I would start going again, re-wetting the spot. At a few points, I felt it rushing down my leg quicker than anticipated, and had to stop myself, as I didn't want to get it on my shoes or on the floor. I kept this up for a while, until finally I felt relieved enough to stop and return my attention to the show. After the show I made my way to the bathroom and finally peed in a way that was considered "normal". I was surprised to see quite a lot come out, even after my wetting session. I made the trip to my car later that night and, remembering I was actually driving my dad's car that night, put one of my shirts down on the seat to keep anything from soaking through. That's basically the only time I ever ACTUALLY wet myself in adult life. Hope you guys enjoyed it. =)
  22. File Name: Wetting stockings in adult movie store File Submitter: haase1989 File Submitted: 26 Feb 2012 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Women is browsing the shelves for a movie and just casually starts to pee herself in short spurts over a long period of time. She tries to hide it from onlookers. Sorry for the bad quality. Still a good video though. Click here to download this file
  23. Personally, I prefer restrooms that are single-user. Next I prefer multi-user restrooms with a trash can in the stall. Least preferred are multi-user restrooms with only one stall and a garbage can that's outside the stall. Usually I stand up and back up to the wall. I usually changed this way, as I hid it from my wife for many years. To get diapers into the restroom, usually I put them under my coat, under my arm. Then I can walk semi-normally to the bathroom. If it's hoodie weather, I have a hoodie that pulls over my head with a pocket that goes all the way across the front. It's perfect for a rolled-up diaper. What tips and tricks do you have for changing away from home?
  24. I came across this amazing video from Lovewetting and I was wondering if anyone is able to rip it. Thank you very much in advance! (For non-mobile users, just get rid of the "m." in front of vk) http://m.vk.com/video280415842_171121036
  25. Dunno what to think about this one. She looks like she used the wrong or too many drugs. Dirty pee pants.mp4