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  1. 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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  2. I wet my jeans in park. Wonderful experience! https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d61bb699ff56
  3. Earlier in the year I posted a true story of my first public wetting, having decided the somewhat-local mall would be my stage. Now, simply peeing yourself is pretty awesome. but what always put me over the edge was pushing my bladder to its limit, and the thought of losing control in a precarious situation and going from willing participant to helpless victim of your own biology. I intended to do exactly that...maybe put myself in a predicament that could end up in me fighting against losing all my fluids in front of other people. Unfortunately (for this hobby, at least) I have a pretty big bladder that often takes a long time to fill to the brim. Long story short, the mall closed before my bladder reached capacity, and I ended up having to settle with just peeing myself intentionally in the parking lot instead of accidentally. Still fun, of course, but not what I had in mind. I vowed that the next time, I'd fill up earlier, time things properly, and do this thing the right way. This evening ended up being my chance. And by the way, if you're into descriptions, I'm a straight cis-male of above average height, with dark blonde hair and a slim build (I was a decent runner in high school). I started off by taking my final preliminary pee at 5:30pm and chugging a bottle of water along with some tea to get things moving. Once I felt myself reach about a 3 (you can tell it's there, but no feeling of urgency) at 6:45pm, I started making the drive to the mall, and worked on a second bottle of water on my way in. The ride wasn't really a problem. I didn't want to put myself in a situation where I'd be a distracted driver because of my bladder. I reached the mall around 7:15, having found a suitable place to park that was both slightly obscured but close enough to the access road and the mall entrance to make it a risky endeavor. By this time I felt like I was maybe a 5 or a 6 on the scale (where it was starting to get uncomfortable). Once inside, I decided to make a few laps around the mall while waiting for my kidneys to do their thing. Maybe check out a few stores and put some early Christmas lists together. I reminded myself that the rule of the game was that I was not allowed to leave the building before the first uncontrollable spurt. I noticed my first little warning pangs around 7:30pm where each stride was putting strain on my bladder. I probably considered myself a 7 at this point. Around 7:45pm, while inside one of the big clothing retailers, I could feel a little damp patch forming on the front of my boxers. I was sure I wasn't losing control already, but I slipped into a changing room to investigate the situation anyway. I discovered it wasn't pee coming out of me but a generous amount of precum. Turns out doing a public hold can get you kind of worked up! I took a few moments to edge myself a little bit when the overhead speaker crackled to life to announce that the mall was closing a full half-hour before the time listed on the website. No fair! Pushing myself past the brink in time was already going to be tight for my 9:00 deadline, but there was no way it'd happen before 8:30. It looked like I'd fail my mission again thanks to my stubborn bladder. Suddenly, I remembered reading in some other thread about a way to trick your body into feeling more desperate by sitting on a toilet but not going. I just had to give that a shot. Desperate times and all that. While I could feel my tiring sphincters being teased while I was seated, it wasn't going to be quite enough to put me over. I had to come up with a contingency plan. I decided to check out some of the nearby box stores that would be staying open later, and scouted out the parking/lighting/exit situation to see if they were a viable wetting alternative, but reasoned they would probably be a bit too bright and populated for my liking (this time). By the time my scouting run was almost over, I was sitting at a solid 8 on the scale, and I had to undo my belt to release some of the pressure on my strained bladder. At 8:45 I returned to my secluded-but-vulnerable parking spot at the mall, as employees were starting to filter out. I decided the next best thing to an uncontrolled wetting while trying to leave the mall was an uncontrolled wetting in the parking lot while there was a fair amount of activity about me. I spent a few minutes browsing social media posts on my phone while my bladder reached what I would consider to be a 9 (a lot of fidgeting and holding!). Finally, at 8:57 I hit my breaking point. I gingerly exited my car, the simple act of standing up pushing me to a 10. I stood beside my car on the mall entrance side, bouncing from one foot to the other, knowing that my battle would soon be over. At 9:00pm sharp, the dam broke. A sudden spasm sent the first jet of warm pee into my pants. I knew the damage wasn't bad yet at that point and that sometimes I can still hold on, but soon after the second and third spasms followed, soaking my upper leg. One more vain attempt to keep everything left inside failed, and it became an unstoppable cascade exiting my body. My urine rushed mostly down my left leg, drenching the bottom half of my pants along with my already damp thigh. I could feel it soaking into my sock and pooling in my now-squishy "designated wetting" shoes. At the same time a separate stream of urine diverted down the back of my pant leg toward the ground, carving out two distinct, snaking trails of pee on the pavement below, that would soon meet up and form an actual puddle. A few minutes pass and I make sure the remaining contents of my bladder are now safely stored in my soggy pants & shoes or on the ground. I took a moment to stand next to my car, my little pond beneath me in view of anyone that would've happened to be near. The overhead lighting was fairly dim, but any illuminated headlights aiming in my direction would have been quite compromising. My heart was racing and at this point I'm throbbing. Once the parking lot was mostly empty and the coast was clear I climbed in the back seat of the car, sitting on a strategically placed trashbag/towel cover for the car seat. The lower ambient light and my tinted windows afforded me a comfortable level of privacy, where I rubbed myself to orgasm and came under my clothes, adding some sticky warmth to my rapidly-cooling pants. I decided against changing into my spare, dry clothes, and enjoyed feeling the results of the night clinging to my skin. I'm about to jump in the shower, but I wanted to type this out first while everything was still fresh in my mind. Hope you enjoyed!
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    This is my personal collection of Naughty Lucy videos. It contains most all of her recent wetting clips. There are currently 64 videos in this collection, you can see previews of each of these clips via the attached thumbnails. You can view Naughty Lucy's page and support her work here: http://www.xtube.com...naughty_lucy420

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  5. 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
  6. Too many leaks, so I wore Goodnites at work The other day I wrote about how I’ve picked up a nasty cough and it has been leading to a number of leaks and to wet panties. Well the cough has not gone away and with every coughing fit I leak. This has resulted in many wet pads, and when I was not wearing a pad, wet panties. The day after I wet my pink and red striped ‘shimapan’ panties (as described above), I felt like my cough was winding down, so I restocked my purse with additional pads and made sure I had my regular ‘just in case’ panties in their ziplock bag. I slipped into a pair of my favourite Frozen panties. Over which I wore loose fitting black slacks (which are pretty good at hiding any leaks, believe me, I’ve checked), low heels, a simple blouse and a somewhat professional looking jacket. I headed off to work without incident, apart from the SkyTrain being very crowded. The morning passed without much trouble, though whatever bug I caught was been decimating our volunteer base so we were pretty short-staffed. At about 10:30 am, I was rushing down the hall to get to a meeting when, without warning, I was wracked by a series of really annoying coughs that emanated from deep within my lungs. I stopped and did not have time to cross my legs, bear down, or hold myself. Without these protective measures, I felt myself squirting into my panties with each cough. After what seemed like a good thirty seconds (though it was likely much shorter), I stopped coughing and composed myself. My eyes had watered a little bit, but this dampness was nothing to the damage I had done to my Olaf panties. I surreptitiously looked around, and when I was sure that I was alone in the hall, I looked down to check the damage. Fortunately the slacks did their job, and while they felt wet to the touch around the crotch, no wet spot was visible from what I could tell (at least it wasn’t visible in the light of the hallway). My panties felt wet against my body when I felt myself, and I knew I had left a sizable wet spot on them. I didn’t have time to go and change in the washroom or even slip in a pad, as I was late for the meeting, plus my purse with my emergency accident supplies were back at my desk. So instead, I shifted the binder I was carrying in front of myself just in case the small wet spot of an indeterminate size that I’d made on my bottoms caught the light. Fortunately, the meeting was rather short and I could safely remain seated for its duration, and I did not cough again. Once the meeting was wrapped up, I spent a few minutes checking my phone so my colleagues could leave before me. When I got up, there was a tiny hint of wetness on the fabric of the office chair on which I’d been sitting. I hurried out of the room and back to my desk to retrieve my purse. Again, back in the hallway I felt another cough coming on. The slight warning I received allowed me to stop and quickly twist my legs together, a technique I’ve used for years to help keep leaks to a minimum. Despite this pro-move, I still felt the cold wetness of my panties against my sex replaced with a warm wetness. I instinctively felt my crotch with my free hand, and it felt damp. I hurried to my desk and picked up my purse and was about to head to the loo to change when I had a thought. After the previous day, I was sick of constantly coughing, leaking, and changing my pads. I was also feeling rather frustrated, as I had thought that I’d managed to get beyond the coughing stage. Rather than simply change into my spare panties in the washroom, I decided that I needed to wear Goodnites, and I wanted to wear them now. I’ve got a fairly large stash of Goodnites at home but I didn’t have any on me. I was a little annoyed at myself for not thinking to put in a pad in the morning, and also feeling a little sorry for myself. A Goodnite would be the perfect thing to help comfort me and keep my damp trousers from getting any wetter. I checked in with a colleague and decided to take a longer break than normal. Slipping into my jacket and grabbing my purse and a reusable shopping bag I happened to have in my desk, I headed out on the town to the nearest pharmacy. Walking down the street I could feel the cool autumn air on my slightly damp trousers and was acutely aware of the wetness of my panties against my nether lips. I held my purse (which is rather large) in front of myself, again, just in case my wet spot was visible. I regretted not taking the time to check on the damage in the washroom but that would have taken time, and I didn’t have this luxury today. At the pharmacy I picked up a couple of other items that I needed and grabbed a pack of Goodnites. I stuffed all of these into the shipping bag and headed for the nearest public washroom. Once inside the stall, I went about changing. This was a delicate maneuver, as I needed to remove my trousers and panties without stepping on the nasty floor, or having my trousers touch the floor. I’m rather experienced at changing in stalls, so this wasn’t too difficult, but it did take some time. Once removed, I padded the crotch of my trousers dry with some toilet paper, and hung them up with the rest of my things on the hook inside of the door. Only then did I carefully remove my wet panties. As you can see, my accidents had left them soaked. I then dried myself and my panties, before balling them up and hanging them up beside my trousers. I then rummaged in the shopping bag and opened the pack of Goodnites. Can you imagine my surprise? I was expecting the classic owl or purple tiger print designs, but instead I saw purple! I almost squeed aloud. I have previously seen the new Goodnite designs online but I didn’t think they had arrived in Canada. I haven’t bought Goodnites in a while, as last time I bought some I got a big bulk box and they’ve lasted me for a while. I was looking forward to trying out the new designs but didn’t expect to get the chance any time soon. Because I didn’t want to stand around naked from the waist down, I pulled on a pair, an adorable pair with stars on them, and only then did I pull one of each of the designs out of the package and inspect them. They are adorable, I love the cupcakes. I feel like with any new Goodnite design, that I get excited about the novelty of the new design, but then quickly long for the older ones. While this may be the case, today, I was excited about the new design. I set up a quick shot for you all, to celebrate the moment (and I tossed in my wet panties just for fun). And then I hurriedly, but carefully pulled my trousers back on. Took a second to make sure the waistband of my Goodnites was not visible (it was not, my jacket would also serve as back), and then carefully put the two Goodnites I’d been inspecting back into the package and shoved it into the grocery bag (upside down so that if anyone spotted it, they would not see that it was open). I composed myself, flushed unnecessarily, and headed out. I hurried back to work, as my break had already taken much longer than usual. The rest of the day passed slowly. I was pleased I wore the Goodnite, as I had a number of other coughing fits throughout the day, and the thirsty little Goodnite caught all of the leaks. When I next visited the loo at lunch, my inspection of the Goodnites revealed that they could hold a lot more so I kept wearing them, despite the fact that I’d leaked into them about four times at this point. I experienced another few leaks in the afternoon, despite my best efforts. By the time the work day ended, I was feeling naughty, and again, decided not to change my Goodnites, but to wear them home. I was eager to get home in order to experiment with the new Goodnites! My trip home was uneventful, except given my naughty mood, when I was struck with another coughing fit upon exiting the SkyTrain station, I didn’t quite bare down as much as I normally do, and I felt a very substantial amount of pee soak into my pullup. I got home before my hubby. I ambled into the washroom to inspect the damage I had done to the Goodnite and check myself out in the mirror. As I predicted, the new Goodnites are adorable. I still don’t get why they don’t make the sides the same colour as the main panel. It’s still obvious they are diapers at a glance, which would be unhelpful at a sleepover. Anyhow, I appreciated the view of my rather wet Goodnite, before slipping it off and snapping some pictures for you all. Anyhow, the following day (today) I wore a Goodnite from the new package under another pair of black trousers, a lavender blouse and a cardigan. This time I brought a spare Goodnite to change into a lunch, should the need arise, as well as spare panties and pads. Unfortunately, this dang cough has been lingering and I needed to change at lunch and was pretty damp when I got home. I also wore Goodnites to bed these past two nights, mostly because I’ve woken up coughing a couple of times and didn’t want to wet the bed, or my hubby, but also because of the novelty of the new Goodnites. I gushed about them to my hubby when he got home, but he doesn’t quite appreciate these things, well not right away. He did get himself all kinds of laid later in the evening. Anyhow, I’m going to wear to work for the rest of the week just to be safe and then I’ll see how things are going. I hope you enjoyed my experience. If you want to show some love, you are always invited to order a pair of my dirty panties. And yes, I do still have the pair from this story! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best, Rach
  7. For days ive had the urge to pee my pants and let a few people notice me. I did this about a week ago with black pants and now i finally decided to do the same in real pants. I wet my pants in the woods (i took off my shoes because i didnt want to soak them) then put them back on and walked 20 minutes back. I walked out of the woods and then kept walking through my neighborhood. This time more people noticed me. I got kinda nervous at times. But then i remembered that it doesnt even matter. Most people will just think i had an accident and i know they will understand. When i remembered this it made me feel happy again and i kept walking. No one said anything to me but i saw that a few people definitely noticed. Each time someone noticed me in wet pants my heart jumped a little :D When i was almost home one of my neighbors saw me too. I forget his name but i know him by sight. I wonder what he thought about me, seeing me like that, haha. Most of the time when i made my way back my face was really red from blushing a lot. But i still enjoyed my way home a lot. And when i made it home i felt proud for following through with my plan :P Who cares that a few people saw me? I doubt they are disturbed by it, they probably just think that its kinda cute. PS: I know some people will say its rude for me to involve others with my kinks, and i understand that. But I cant really help it though, i love the attention i get from walking around with wet pants, it really makes me feel like a toddler. And this feeling just makes me so happy. So yeah, im probably not going to stop. :P trim.535D35DE-5B1D-4492-AA87-39074B17905A.MOV
  8. "Nyehehe, not so smug anymore are you, Kotarou?" I taunt with a playful smirk. "Grrr.." Kotarou growls lightly in response to yet another defeat as "Player 1 wins!" flashes across the screen. "You're just getting lucky! I'll beat you next time for sure!" she touts. "Oh? Want to put a wager on that~? Whoever wins the next round has to do whatever the winner says for the rest of the day!" Kotarou's doggy ears twitch in response to hearing this, her face visibly contemplating the potential risk-to-reward ratio of such a wager, before answering with an enthusiastic "you're on!" After 4 wins in a row, I know I can beat her once more. Now I merely have to think of some evil tasks to put Kotarou through today. The two of us start the next round with great enthusiasm, both of us picking our usual fighters and starting the match without hesitation. For a while, the match has appeared pretty close, but I soon close the gap and nearly have Kotarou yet again. "Fufufu~ you better get ready for your punishment, pup!" I taunt." Without mercy, I continue the attack, giving Kotarou no chance to guard or counter. It seems like my victory is guaranteed at this point, until.. I screw up my last combo. In that single moment I lose focus, this girl somehow manages to pull off some ridiculous combo move that sends my character flying in the air and off the platform. I can't believe it. I only slipped up once and she pounced on it without mercy. Has this evil little pup been taking it easy on me this entire time or what? "Hahahaha!" Kotarou raises the controller in the air triumphantly and shouts out. "You lose Risa!" "N-No way." I stare back at the screen in disbelief. "There's no way you could get that lucky." Kotarou leans over to me, a smirk on her face. "It's not luck, Risa, it's skill!" Groaning, I drop the controller in defeat. "Oh, hush! Every dog has their day." "S-so, another round?" I ask, pitifully hoping that Kotarou may have forgotten about our previous agreement. Glomp! My body flies backwards onto a heap of cushions as Kotarou pins me down to the floor, a mischievous and unforgiving look on her face. "Oh no, Risa. You lost! Now you have to face your punishment!" Gulp. Well.. What's the worst she could come up with? "F-fine, fine! So, what is it you want me to do?" Kotarou grins down at me as she presses herself up to her feet, her tail wagging in excitement as she speaks. "Wait here, I know just what to do with you!" With that, Kotarou retreats to my bedroom. I have no idea why. I try and peek in, but it's only a moment before Kotarou returns. "So.. Risa, what do you have these for~?" Kotarou inquires as she pulls a bushy brown tail plug and a doggy eared headband from behind her back. My cheeks immediately glow red as I stammer out "H-how did you find those?!" Kotarou smirks a bit as she inches herself closer. "I found them in a drawer you left open last night. Risa sure has a bunch of perverted stuff in there~!" "T-that stuff is private!" I had actually completely forgotten I even had these. I purchased them online on a whim one day and have only.. "used" them once or twice. "Well, if it's private you shouldn't have left it out in the open! Today I want to see what doggy Risa looks like!" "What! That's super embarrassing." I try to protest as Kotarou moves closer. "Risaa, we can do this the easy way, or~" Kotarou glances down to my skirt with a smirk. Flustered, I quickly grab the tail and ears from her. "N-No way. Fine, I can do it by myself though, thank you very much." Heading in my room for a bit of privacy, I sigh and shimmy out of my clothes and look the tail over. Eyes closed, I sneak the tail behind me, biting my lip a bit as the stainless steel plug pushes its way snuggly into my behind. "A-Ahh.." With that out of the way, I grab the headband and carefully place it on, working it so that it blends in as naturally as possible with my existing hair. A deep shade of red blossoms over my cheeks as I admire myself in the mirror. It's been a long time since I've.. "used" these. The headband matches my hair color perfectly, so it looks pretty genuine unless you look really close. I sneak out a pair of Mikan's panties and manage to slip them on with moderate success. Even with the tail being artificial, it still manages to function.. mostly. No matter how I position it, the tail still ends up riding my skirt up slightly and putting up a teasing view of my panties to anyone behind me. Well.. It's not like I'm going anywhere public like this. I sigh, still blushing red from embarrassment as I tread out from the bedroom to see both Kotarou and Mikan eyes the door eagerly. "Ahhh.. Risa looks so cute!" Mikan chimes in first, followed by Kotarou. "Hahah, it really suits you. You almost look like the real deal! Turn around so we can see the tail!" A bit hesitantly, I spin around, tugging at my skirt shyly at the same time. "Frankly, I don't know how you can deal with skirts like this.." "Hmm, well normally it's easy for us to simply keep our tails down. I suppose you can't do that with yours." Kotarou says while giving the tail a curious tug. "Eep! H-hey, easy there! No pulling!" Kotarou just grins and steps back, whispering something to Mikan. "K-kotarou, isn't that a bit much?" Staring at the two intently, I ask "Isn't what a bit much? What are you plotting over there?" Kotarou in return just puts on an ingenuous smile, even though I can obviously tell she's up to something. "Nothing, nothing~! Me and Mikan just have a surprise for you Risa! Now.. close your eyes for a moment." I remain staring, unconvinced as the blue haired doggy girl inches closer. "You're going to do something perverted, aren't you?" Kotarou closes in the remaining space between us and forces me to turn around. "Not perverted! Now, eyes closed!" I sigh and shrug. What else could it possibly be? So, I do as she asks and close my eyes. Moments later, I experience something.. tightening around my neck slightly, followed my a familiar clicking sound that sparks my eyes back open. "H-huh?" I look down to see Kotarou's own collar wrapped around my neck, with a leash snapped on, and on the other end of that leash is, of course, Kotarou. Grinning happily as ever. "There! Now Risa is ready to depart on her first walk!" I stare back in disbelief. "My first.. wait, you aren't seriously thinking of dragging me out in public like this are you?" Kotarou leans in, wagging her tail happily as a smug look forms on her face. "Oh? You mean the thought of Risa being treated like a doggy and going on walks doesn't appeal to her, even when she had things like this in her naughty little drawer?" My face flashes red in an blink of an eye. Sure.. I used to enjoy playing the part a bit before.. but.. that was just by myself. Alone. The thought of actually going outside like this.. "You know, I told you before Risa~, I can smell when you are-mmff!" I quickly shove my palm over Kotarou's mouth as my cheeks get redder. "Yes, I know you can, you damn perverted dog." I growl, unable to deny the thought of being dragged around on a leash by Kotarou is sending shivers of excitement through me. "But.. I can't risk being seen by others like this." Kotarou pulls my hand away to speak once more. "Risa, you worry too much! With me walking you and Mikan with us, no one will be able to tell. It'll only be like another day at work for me! And I'll stay close to keep you safe!" I groan a bit, mulling it over. "If Risa really doesn't want to, I won't make her. But.. if Risa does go, I'll let her do whatever she wants to me after~" I look over to Kotarou with one eye open. "..promise?" Kotarou smiles and begins wagging her tail again. "Promise! Knowing Risa, I'm sure it'll be perverted, but I'll still do it-!" "Coming from the pup making me stick a tail up my hind end and dragging me out on a leash, you're one to talk." I say with a smirk. "But fine. Only a short walk. And.. try and avoid anywhere too public." Kotarou's ears perk up happily at this, and within a matter of minutes she has Mikan strapped up on a leash as well and is leading the two of us outside. I feel embarrassment radiating from my cheeks as we take our first few steps outdoors. Even with no one in sight.. the feeling of being out in public like this is both terribly frightening and exciting. After standing still on the steps for a few moments, Kotarou nudge's me forward and gives me a pat on the head. "You'll be fine Risa! Just keep close to me." Suppressing my fears, I take a few steps forward, and slowly walk along the path to the park with Kotarou behind me and Mikan a few steps in advance. For the most part, the walk is uneventful. We pass by a couple on our way to the park entrance and I can immediately feel my cheeks burning, but the two just smile at us and move along without saying anything, prompting me to give a sigh of relief. "See, Risa? You're doing fine~" Kotarou praises me, ruffling my hair a bit. "Unhh.. still.. so emberassing." "But you're having fun, aren't you?" Kotarou inquires. I nod, shyly, as despite the constant fear pounding in my chest, I'm enjoying this quite a bit. Maybe if it wasn't broad daylight, I'd be less anxious. As we enter the park, Kotarou leads the two of us towards a more secluded and less used path, with lots of trees and bushes blocking along the way. I feel some of my tension melt away as we regain a bit of privacy. I catch Mikan blushily glancing over in my direction every so often. Blushing myself, I lean over and yield her a playful lick on the cheek, which elicits a squeak and a sudden tail stiffening, before she smiles and leans over to return the lick on my own cheek which causes me to giggle. "Having fun, you two?" Kotarou inquires with a smirk. I look back and playfully stick out my tongue "jealous you're not the one out in front?" Kotarou, leaning in with an evil grin, gives the two of us a quick yank of the tail, eliciting a somewhat loud squeal and moan from both Mikan and I. "W-wahh! Kotarou! What was that for?" Mikan protests with puffed out cheeks. "Hahaha! I'm just fine back here, thank you. Besides, with that short skirt of Risa's, I'm enjoying quite the view." My cheeks suddenly flush red as I instinctively tug the skirt down a bit, all three of us giggling now. "Yeah. yeah, you perverted dog. Savor the view while it lasts!" My anxiety fading away, I start to finally feel at ease. Until my attention suddenly shifts and I become aware I've been subconsciously squirming my legs together for a while now. I must have been so distracted by everything I didn't realize the need building up, and now suddenly I actually feel the need to pee. "Nnnh.." I groan, tugging my skirt down as I try and push myself to keep walking, my thighs rubbing together slightly every few steps. Naturally, it doesn't make long before Kotarou takes notice. "Hmm? Risa, do you gotta pee?" Kotarou bluntly asks, as Mikan's ears perk up at this and she also glances over in my direction. "..m-maybe a bit," I respond, shyly. "Think we could head back now?" I ask, dancing in place a bit. All the anxiety is really not helping my ability to hold. Kotarou looks around a bit and grins, looking back down at me and pointing off in the distance. Confused, I turn around to see where she's pointing. "..you can't be serious", I say as I see the doggy girl is just pointing at a nearby tree. Kotarou with her eyes closed and a finger in the air, as if she is teaching me the basics on puppy care, says "Sometimes it's difficult for pups to hold it, so it's not uncommon to use a tree or something when nature calls! Risa doesn't look like she'll make it back home anyways, she should just be a good doggy and go before she has an accident~!" Nnh! I start to retort, but a sudden cool breeze flowing up my skirt sends shivers up my spine and causes my legs to instinctively lock together. Realistically, I should be able to hold it if we headed home right now, but.. the thought of just going.. it's so perverted. The naughty side of me which wants to know what it feels like takes over. I look around quickly, confirming no one is about. It seems safe enough.. and the trees are thick enough to block out the rest of the park. "Uhm, Kotarou.. make sure no one comes by, okay?" I say as I nervously make my way over to the tree, causing Mikan to grow a slight shade of red as well. "R-Risa, are you really going to..?" Even Kotarou is slightly wide-eyed, as if she didn't think I'd really agree to this. I give the orange and blue haired doggy girls a sly smirk, lifting my skirt up a bit and wagging my tail-clad butt at them as I start to shimmy my panties down. "Perhaps I am. You're welcome to enjoy the show~" I tease, making the pup's cheeks grow even redder. With one final sigh, I allow the paw-printed panties fall to my ankles and kneel down beside the tree, arcing one leg and using a free hand to balance myself as I struggle to close the rest of the world out. After a few moments of relative silence, I feel my body start to relax as a small trickle comes dribbling out, before picking up pace and turning into a light, golden arch that splashes onto the dirt bellow before inevitably gushing out and splashing noisily onto the tree bark. "Hahhh.." I moan out in relief, finally opening my eyes and looking behind me to see both Mikan and Kotarou gawking at both my naked butt and the stream pouring out from me. "E-Enjoying the show you two..?" I chuckle a bit awkwardly. "Look, Mikan. Risa even pees like a dog too!" Kotarou grins and laughts. Mikan just covers her mouth with her palm to try and hide a light giggle as my stream finally starts to die down, some of the spray splashing down onto my legs as I finish. As a sudden recognition of what I just did hits me, a flood of embarrassment washes over. I waste no time quickly pushing myself back up and somewhat awkwardly shimmying my panties back on, tugging my skirt down and quickly walking past the two and heading along the path back home. "O-Okay, now that that's done, let's head hom-ah!" A sudden tightening around my neck causes me to stumble backwards a bit and fall flat on my bum, causing Kotarou to laugh even louder. "Ah! Risa, don't run off suddenly! You should know better." she says, before walking up and offering me a hand. A bit flustered, I hold it and pull myself back up. "Y-Yeah, sorry, I forgot about the.. uh, let's just go home now, okay?" With that, the three of us begin to make our way out of the park. "I have to say, Risa, I knew you were into the idea, but I wasn't expecting this walk to end with you marking your territory like a dog too" Kotarou teases as my cheeks flush red again. "Do you guys even.. do that?" I ask, genuinely curious. "What, mark our territory?" Kotarou chuckles lightly. "Risa, please. We are more human than anything. We may have strong senses of scent and the likes, but we don't do silly things like that. Well, except maybe that one time Mikan peed on you to 'claim you as h-'" "K-Kotarou!!" the blue haired doggy girl is suddenly interrupted by a very blushy Mikan. "T-that was your idea anyways!" "Yeah, but I didn't mean it literally. Even so, you seemed quite eager about the idea! Kehehe" Kotarou retorts with a mischievous snrk. "Oh, was she now?" I join in, nudging myself closer to Mikan, who is now as red as a tomato and hiding her face in her shirt. After quite a bit of teasing between the three of us, we finally make our way out of the park and start on our way back home, before.. "Ah, Kotarou! I thought that was you. Did Risa ask you to take Mikan on a walk for her? And who is this other cutie with you?" My body freezes and my blood runs cold. That voice. No way. It can't be.. "Ah! Mom! Uhm, you see.." Kotarou stammers out awkwardly, scratching the back of her head. "Hmm..? Wait.. Risa, is that you?" My heart sinks a bit as I hear who is now definitely Nadeshiko speaking directly to me. I awkwardly turn around. My cheeks tomato red and unable to make eye contact. "Eheheh.. uhm, you see.. ..I can explain this." A slight awkward pause as Nadeshiko looks me up and down. "..Oh, my." Suddenly, Nadeshiko bursts out into giggles. "Risa, it really suits you." she says, as she steps forward to pat both Mikan and I on the head. Mikan wags her tail as she happily accepts the attention, but "Wa-wha-waahh?!" is all I can manage to stammer out as I nearly fall over backwards again. She's.. actually petting me and acting like this is completely normal. "Hmm.. the tail quality is pretty good, too." she says, peering over my shoulders, sending shivers up and down my spine as I'm left completely speechless and in shock. As Nadeshiko takes a step back and notices my expression, her face melts into a gentle smile. "My goodness, Risa, you look like you're nearly to faint. There's nothing to be so worried about." With one hand holding my skirt and the other squeezing my arm about as tightly as it can, I finally muster up the courage to speak. "Uhm.. you.. you're not, weirded out by this? It's just.. you don't seem phased at all." Nadeshiko's giggle catches me slightly off-guard. "Risa. I've worked with all kinds of pets and owners over the years. I can't count the number of times I've had a shy owner come in asking for a collar and a leash made to fit a size other than their pets. It's hardly an uncommon thing." "..I.. I see." I say, feeling a bit of tension leaving my body. "That said.. Kotarou's collar must be a bit of an awkward fit for you. Next time you come in, I'm sure I could find you something more to your liking~" she says, leaning in and winking. "A-ah, thatsreallynotnecess-!" I start to speak, but before I can protest Nadeshiko cuts me off. "For now, though, I have to hurry up and finish running some errands, so we'll have to part ways here for now. Make sure to take good care of Risa, Kotarou~!" "Yes, mom!" the blue haired doggy girls' ears perk up, tail wagging as she happily responds. Before walking off, Nadeshiko leans in and whispers into my ear, "stop by the shop sometime tomorrow, I'm sure I have plenty of things you'll take quite the liking to~", before patting me on the head one last time and heading off. With her gone, I nearly collapse on the sidewalk in relief. That went far, far better than I ever expected. Kotarou, looking down at me with concern. "Ah, Risa! Are you okay?" "I-I'm fine, let's just head home now. I've had enough excitement for one day." I say. "Oh, and don't think I've forgotten about your end of the deal. I'm going to get you back good for this."
  9. 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. 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!
  15. 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
  16. 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.
  17. 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!
  18. 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.
  19. I don't think anyone has mentioned this one on here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hM88ewJggQ
  20. Stashu

    Changing in Public

    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?
  21. Hey guys. So I did a thing last night. During October local theme parks have a seasonal Halloween event where people go out and scare you etc etc. I have a season pass to it and go frequently. Well last night it was just me by myself for awhile. Not a fan of going to the park solo because it’s boring. (I don’t get scared so meh) So I played some Pokémon Go and Dance Dance Revolution instead. Now by the end the of my gaming session I definitely knew I needed to pee. But it was so crowded (I get anxiety sometimes with big crowds and just don’t like too many people in my personal space and I hate public c bathrooms) I knew I wasn’t going to use the bathrooms here. Luckily I was wearing these black pants that are like water repellent on the outside and dry kinda quick too. I found a planter with basically dirt in it. I found an “L” shaped section and positioned myself so my butt was basically hanging over the dirt. I ended up wetting myself as people walked by and nobody said anything or probably even knew. My butt had a huge wet spot on it (could tell by the wetness) and I made sure I wasn’t dripping when I stood up. My undies and pants were super wet for the rest of the night. I ended up meeting up with one friend who was none the wiser to what I did. Was kind of a fun night after all I guess. :3
  22. This is a subject that is of real interest to me. I, like I am sure many others here, not only enjoy seeing people wetting themselves, but wetting myself as well. Now usually I will do this in the privacy of my own home, or outside but in a secluded area where no-one can see me. However, I have often wondered about staging some kind of public accident, and wondering how it would go down. Is there anyone else who has thought about this.....or is there anyone who has actually been brave enought to try it? Where would you do it? What kind of reaction would you expect from people? I will be really interested to hear any answers to these questions.
  23. Straszakitty

    malefemale Sneaky/stealthy wettings

    Hey, just thought I'd share some short stories about sneaky/stealthy wettings I like doing, mostly in public. I've always loved the idea of wetting myself around people without them knowing about it. I also always loved the idea of being able to let go whenever I wanted to, wherever I was. So for my public wettings I wear skinny or slim fit black jeans. Not all of my black jeans hide the wetness completely, so I do some careful testing at home, before wetting them in public. I'm still experimenting with different fabrics and materials to see which ones work best. I also tend to wear cute panties and tights under my jeans (I'm a crossdresser). Most of the times, I drink a lot of water to make sure that my pee is dilute, so that it doesn't produce an unpleasant odor. My black jeans completely hide my wetness, but people can definitely tell when someone's had an accident by the smell of it. So, black jeans and a lot of water = no traces and happy oblivious people all around you For most of my public wettings, I get really desperate at home, then excitedly dress up and go out. I might let out a few spurts here and there while on my way to my destination. I like going to malls, parks and other busy places. Usually these places will have some quiet/secluded areas (especially at parks) where I can relief myself. Over the years, I have become more self-conscious and considerate about other people and private property. I don't really fully wet myself in shops and other private property where a member of staff would have to clean up after me. I might, however, let out a few spurts while browsing for cute clothes, but my jeans and tights soak it all up. Note that I have nothing against people who are brave enough to wet themselves in private property, I just feel bad doing it myself! Another thing I like to do is wearing lighter color jeans and letting out a few spurts during short trips to town or local shops. Most people won't notice unless they are looking for it, and if someone is looking at my crotch, then I'm flattered! A small spot between your legs won't be noticeable while you're walking/standing, and when you're sitting you can easily hide it. I love making little wet spots in my jeans in public, knowing that no one is aware of what I've done, even though the evidence is right there. Lastly, I also love to wear maxi pads/incontinence pads. Like, a LOT. Since I was a kid. I love the fact that you can slowly wet yourself, feel wet on your pad, and keep your clothes dry. No one knows what you've just done. Of course you can't let it out all at once, but the pads that I use allow me to slowly pee quite a lot without leaking. I do also like diapers, but they're too bulky, too expensive, and frankly feel too dry and take out the risk factor that gives me most of the thrill while wetting in public. Unfortunately, I'm not a girl, and I haven't tried full crossdressing yet to try to pass as a girl (that involves a lot of work, time and effort). So the only crossdressing I do in public is stuff that cannot be seen, such as underwear. I really hate the fact that I'm not able to wear skirts or tight shorts in public. Sometimes I wish I was a girl! It would be really awesome to do some sneaky wettings under a skirt, I absolutely love those. Still, that doesn't stop me from enjoying my skirts and dresses at home
  24. There's a festival in town. Hundreds of thousands have flocked to the city. You've been in line to get into a club for over an hour. You really need to pee. In fact, you need to pee so much that the uncomfortably of your situation muffles any possible excitement related to your pee fetish. There are people everywhere. You've been drinking; you've been drinking a lot. The city is so crowded that a discrete pee in an alleyway is no longer an option. Suddenly, you're overwhelmed by desperation. Your body is about to release your bladder and there's nothing you can do about it. You have two choices: 1. Piss in your pants right there, right where you stand 2. Pull your pants down, squat, pee, in front of everyone (f) / pull out your dick, pee, in front of everyone (m) What do you do?