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Currently sitting on my patio in two pair of wet boxer briefs and black shorts. It's been a while since I've "indulged", but tonight I just said screw it, Imma be lazy. If I have to go, I'll wait until I can't, but when I loose it, it won't be in a toilet ;). The best part is I live in an active campground, so getting caught is a real possibility, but the Captain tends to give me a bigger set of balls than usual. So for tonight, my shorts are my toilet. I've already lost it once, and it won't be long before I'm wet again. And I genuinely don't care 😄 Side note: We have No Nut November, why not No Toilet Tuesday? Chaoi my Omo siblings!

I just went out for a walk to see if I could find some mushrooms. I peed right before I left, drank a lot of water, and my plan was to hold it across the woods and then after passing by some houses I'd flood my jeans at some rocks by the lake before swimming, changing and going home. It was peaceful in the woods but not much mushroom luck. I didn't need to pee at all, i just felt that my bladder was slightly starting to fill up. Then I saw something yellow up the hill, I got there and was just going to bend down to pick the mushrooms when there was a sudden urge totally out of nowhere. "Oops, I leaked," I thought. "No wait... I'm peeing!" It only lasted for a couple of seconds before I could stop it, but there was a thin stream going down the inside of my left leg, creating a dark streak almost all the way down to my shoe. Good luck hiding that one with a sweater around the waist. I was like "wtf? I didn't see that one coming!" But then I realised I had wet myself on purpose on every mushroom search lately, often playing the game "as soon as I found some I will wet myself" and then peed through my pants (or in a diaper on one of the walks) while crouching down to pick them up. My bladder seems to learn fast. That's so fascinating! I've heard of mushroom induced pee accidents before, but not of this kind... At least my jeans were dark so I wasn't too worried about the stain, I just enjoyed occasionally looking down on it as I carried on walking. An hour later I had walked through the outskirts of a village and made it to my spot by the rocks with just minor additional leaks, but it was getting harder to hold it when relief was near. I took my shoes off, made sure nobody was on the nearby track, and then I just let go. Turned out I really needed to because the pee was splashing down on the rocks and almost the whole backside of my jeans was the same dark colour when I had finished and peeled them off. I had an amazing nude swim and then I went home feeling great.

I've got a WFH day to myself on Friday and was considering trying a bit of public desperation for the first time during a quick walk break. I feel like I want to up the risk factor a bit from what I've been doing recently, but I've only ever deliberately got super desperate behind closed doors and the idea of potentially putting myself in a situation where I might have an accident outside both excites and terrifies me. I was considering getting really desperate, putting on my long coat and taking a walk a certain distance around the quiet country tracks behind the streets I live near and seeing if I can make it back home on time. The main thing that gives me some trepidation is that someone I know might see! How did others here cross this hurdle? Any recommendations or tips?

Long time reader, first time poster. Lifelong omo fan. I couldn’t believe this happened to me so I had to share! To preface the story, I finally decided to fly my first padded flight. But this isn’t a story about diapers, you’ll see. I packed a mega max in my bag and put it on after security. I had some dinner before the 6pm flight and boarded at 530. At 545 the captain came on and said there was a mechanical issue, should only take an hour to fix so he’d keep us on the plane and then we’d be able to take off. I was so thirsty from the salty dinner I had I kept drinking my Nalgene. Two hours went by and I still didn’t have to go. The pilot finally came back on and said we’d be deplaning and would have to wait longer. We deplaned, I kept drinking because I was so dehydrated. Finally at 9pm they told us our flight would be delayed until 8am the next morning. I was so frustrated, and amazingly didn’t need to pee at all. I think because it was the end of the day and I had such a salty dinner, I just didn’t need to go. So I went home in my dry diaper, livid that this ordeal happened. I felt so dehydrated from the day and probably drank 2 additional liters before I went to bed. The next day… I woke up at 5:45am for the rescheduled flight. I didn’t even have to pee that bad when I woke up despite all that I drank the night before. And since I was still mad about the fact that I couldn’t fly out the night before, I was not in the mood to pad up again, so I didn’t pack a diaper. I had my morning coffee before I left, I’m a big cold brew guy, then left my house and headed to the airport. Security took longer than usual and I cleared it with 10 minutes to spare before boarding. At this point I surprisingly did not need to pee. Coffee usually goes right through me, especially a 12oz cold brew. Likely because of the adrenaline of the whole past 12 hours and the fact that it was almost time to board, I didn’t feel any urge. I boarded the flight at 7:20am. I’m a window seat guy and I was seated in the 12th row. Upon sitting down I felt the first urge to go, but nothing remotely bad. By the time the plane finished boarding, at about 8am, the urge was definitely there, I’d say a 5/10. For a normal person they’d probably try to find a bathroom at this point but I honestly felt fine. Years of omo and desperation has made be become very in tune with my body. I know how much I’m holding and how long I can go. As someone with a bladder capacity of 1.2L, a feeling of 5/10 is a walk in the park. I figured we’d be up in the air within the hour and I’d be good to go before the beverage service starts. It was now 8am, our officially departure time, and 40 minutes after I had boarded. At this point I officially had to pee. The urge was now constant. I’d say it was a 7/10 which for me is still manageable. Then the captain made an announcement. First he said it would be a few more minutes until we pushed back because we were waiting for paperwork. He then went on to detail the flying route and said that upon take off we’d hit some turbulence and that he’d keep the seatbelt sign on at first, and that after 30 mins or so we should be good for the rest of the trip. Now this is when I started to do some mental math: a few more minutes at the gate + taxiing at a busy airport + turbulence at the start of the flight. A bit of anxiety began to creep in. I wondered if I should pee now since it seemed like it could be a long time until the seatbelt sign was off. But I hate when people delay a departure. Was I going to be the guy that stands up right as the captain says he’s ready to push back from the gate? I could never be that guy. Plus the embarrassment of asking my two row-mates to get up. I hate letting other people know that I need to go. So I said to myself I’d wait. Well another 30 minutes went by, it was now 830, and I was officially becoming desperate. I could feel the coffee taking its full effect, not only filling my bladder more rapidly, but creating noticeable contractions every few minutes. Maybe it’s just me but sometimes a full bladder due to coffee or alcohol feels a lot more urgent than one due to water. At this point I was an 8/10 and knew I needed to do something about it. As I’m thinking this all over, the captain says we finally got our paperwork and we were ready to push back from the gate. I was a bit relieved, I figured maybe 30 more minutes, it would be a bit tough but still nothing unmanageable for me. After pushing back from the gate the plane sat on the tarmac. It didn’t move for another 15 minutes. As it started moving and we taxied over the bumpy runway I approached 9/10. I had my hand in between my legs. I knew I had at least a liter in my bladder and was approaching my personal danger zone. I kind of laughed to myself at this point. Like, come on, you hold your pee all the time. You know how many people have to probably pee right now? You’re an expert at this don’t worry just keep holding. As we taxied out I saw the line of planes in front of us through the window. At least 10 planes. This is when I knew I officially would not make it. I thought of all the water I drank over the last 12 hours, and how the cold brew unlocked the flood gates. I needed to use a bathroom and I needed it badly. I started to get to the point in holding where muscles were tingling. But despite this overwhelming tingling feeling I know that ‘federal aviation regulations prohibit passengers from being out of their seats on an active runway,’ so I continued to hold it. At this point it’s 9am. We’re slowly making our way down the line to take off. I realized I was going to be “that guy”. I didn’t have a choice. It was at the point where I could feel the pee in my penis. I turned to my row-mates and said “hey I’m actually going to try to pee quickly before we take off.” They looked at me with glares of confusion. The person next to me actually said “now?,” but went on to say ok. I stood up and approached the front bathroom. The urge immediately worse upon standing. The two flight attendants were seated in the jump seat. I placed my hand on the door knob when the flight attendant said “sir, sir you need to sit down right now” I responded in a pleading voice “I’m so sorry I know I’ll only be 30 seconds.” “I can’t let you do that, I can lose my job, and I’ll have to inform the captain, please just sit back down.” The little kid in me came out, “I have to pee really bad, please.” “Sir I’m sorry sit down, you can go once we take off” he said. I debated just going into the bathroom but I told myself to man up and go back to my seat. It was the biggest walk of shame of my life as I walked back to my seat. This whole conversation clearly in earshot of first class and likely my row. Again I hate telling people I need to pee, let alone a whole plane of people knowing I’m bursting. Well I had no choice and sat back down. At this point I could feel my muscles getting tired. I was officially full. I put my sweatshirt in my lap and was squeezing the head of my penis as hard as I could. I’m not a big leaker but I could feel a small wet spot from under my fingers. The plane raced down the runway. I was officially approaching 10/10. The only thing preventing a full accident was me grabbing. At this point there was no hiding from my row-mates as I had my legs crossed, doubled over towards the window. As the plane ascended I told myself I’d wait 2 minutes and then get up. The second the plane leveled out for the first time I turned to the person in the middle seat and said “I’m so sorry to make you get up again but I need the bathroom.” “When you gotta go you gotta go,” they said. This made me even more embarrassed for some reason. As I stood up in my row and let go of my crotch I could feel my muscles tiring out. Immediately my pants began to feel warm, I had reached my limit and had about 10 seconds until a river of pee would begin running down my leg. I sprinted up the aisle, the flight attendant saying “fine” as I entered the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom the floodgates opened. I instinctively forcefully lowered my pants to my knees. I realized immediately that the toilet lid was down. I didn’t have time to open it so I immediately turned to the sink and unleashed what was likely over 1.2L of urgent pee. My face felt flushed with relief. I looked down and saw my undies were soaked. Luckily I was wearing dark plastic-nylon like joggers so the pee didn’t leak through. I threw my undies away in the bathroom trash and went commando back to my seat. There was already a queue of 3 people waiting to pee when I came out, clearly I was not alone. While this was hot in retrospect, it was terrifying in the moment. I went and bought Goodnites for the flight back and wore one. Truly not sure if I’ll ever be able to fly without protection again.

This is my first omorashi story! I usually write ABDL and Omorashi hypnosis (if you're curious, here is my youtube). Writing an omorashi themed story is new for me. I would love feedback on writing style and content. In this story I wanted to capture the desperation Mark feels, even though the story is written from someone else's perspective. I might add more chapters in the future. Not sure yet! I liked the idea of Mark slowly revealing to the narrator that he has accidents often, and that he usually wears a diaper to bed. The narrator is (maybe) gonna start liking the idea of Mark becoming her cute diapered boyfriend. Input and suggestions are welcome 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wetting his pants at the library I was always attracted to shy guys. It was just something about the way they act, being mysterious, charming and in some way very cute. When I started taking an introduction to marine biology in my second semester in university, I immediately noticed Mark. In the bustle of loud freshmen talking to each other, he sat quietly and wrote something into his notebook. He had black hair, freckles and he always sat in the back of the class, looking down at his notebook. The occasional times he raised his hand in class, he would be visibly nervous, with his voice shaking slightly. I wanted to get to know him and find out who he was, but he always left class as quickly as he could. Outside of that marine biology class, I never saw him anywhere. He seemed like the type who didn’t party much, and mostly kept to himself. One time, I saw him at the library. I approached him and asked him what he was studying. He smiled shyly, and told me that he was actually a history major, studying for an exam on ancient Greece. I asked him to tell me more, and as he spoke I noticed that he had dimples when he smiled. He kept looking away and smiling, in a way that was charmingly boyish. The next week, when we were in class together, I noticed that we kept glancing at each other. I smiled at him and he smiled and looked down, and then looked back. I went to talk to him after class, but I noticed that he immediately walked out of class, walking fast. It seemed like he was always in a rush to get somewhere. So the next week when I saw him at the library again, I wanted to go talk to him. Mark was just getting up off the sofa, and he didn’t see me. He was walking fast again, like he was in a rush. I walked after him, hoping to catch him before he left the library. I didn’t realize why he was in a rush until I saw where he was going. Mark was power walking to the bathroom, in a state of desperation. It seemed like he waited too long, and now his bladder was bursting. He yanked at the door knob to the bathroom, only to find it locked. This seemed to stress him out, since he started fidgeting more, dancing in place. I saw the problem - there was an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door. Mark clearly needed to pee, and was running out of time. As he danced in place, he started looking for another bathroom. I couldn’t help but stare at these events unfolding in front of me. Mark, the mysterious and charming college student was acting like he was about to wet his pants. He was biting his lip, and knitting his eyebrows together in a panicked state. His freckles were dancing on his face, as he screwed up his face. He clearly knew that he was in a state of emergency. Mark started walking down the hall with obvious urgency. I wanted to warn him that he was walking in the wrong direction, walking away from the other bathroom. But he was already walking fast, almost jogging. He was half jogging, half dancing, and now he was looking around desperately. At this point, I was watching and expecting him to start wetting his pants at any moment. I’d never seen an adult be this desperate to pee before. In his urgent state, he started to hold his crotch, dancing in place, turning his head and searching for the bathroom. After realizing there was no bathroom around, he started walking fast back toward the entrance to the library where I was staring. He power walked, biting his lip. His whole face was now screwed up in a worried look. He saw me, and his eyes widened. “Hi Mark” I said, pretending not to notice that he was dancing in place. “Hey” he said, his eyes full of panic, “Uh, sorry I’m kind of in a rush.” I decided to be upfront, to help him out. “If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s down the hall, that way”, I pointed. “Oh thanks” he said, seeming oddly worried. I realized he probably planned on leaving the library to pee in the bushes. Now he seemed too embarrassed to go in the bushes, so he turned and tried to walk in a steady walk down that hall. His steady walk was completely forced, as he was obviously trying to hide his desperate need to empty his bladder. Then, it happened. Mark could not contain himself anymore. About halfway down the hall, he stopped in his tracks. I couldn’t help but watch as the events unfolded. Mark looked down at his pants, as a dark wet spot started to appear on one pant leg. The glistening wet patch slowly spread down his jeans, and he just kept watching in shock as it happened. After the shock seemed to fade, Mark hung his head in shame. He seemed strangely resigned, almost like he was used to this happening. I felt so bad for Mark, wetting his pants in such a public location. There was now a big dark spot on the carpet where he had emptied his bladder. It seemed like he was afraid to turn around and meet my eyes, since I wasn’t far behind him when it happened. I approached him carefully. I didn’t want him to feel bad about wetting his pants. After all, he was a college student, an adult, who had just wet his pants like a little boy. But it was strangely really cute how he just wet his pants. I could feel his sense of embarrassment in the way he stood there, looking at the ground, looking at the wet spot he left on the carpet. I touched his shoulder and gently spoke to him, “Mark.” He whimpered. I could see that his face was bright red with shame, and his eyes were glassy, like he was going to start crying. “It’s ok that you wet your pants” I told him softly. He just kept looking at the ground in shame. “It was just an accident” I reassured him. He looked up at me, like he was unsure of what to say. I whispered to him, “I won’t tell anyone.” “Thanks” he whispered back. “Do you want to cover your pants with my sweater?” I asked. He looked at me now, embarrassed and grateful, and he nodded his head. We ended up walking all the way back to my dorm, with his soaking pants hidden behind my sweater. He didn’t want his roommates to see his wet pants, so I invited him to do laundry in my dorm. I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity building. I wanted to ask him if this was the first time he had wet his pants like this as an adult. And strangely enough, I started imagining what it would be like if he did it again. I wanted to see him have an accident again, but I knew that it was so embarrassing for him, so I avoided the topic. While his wet pants were in the washer, he wore my pajama pants instead. He seemed more relaxed now, relaxing on my couch. We talked about other things to avoid talking about the obvious - that he had just wet his pants, and needed a change of clothes. Even though we both avoided it, we felt it in the air. I knew that he had just accidentally peed himself, and he knew that I saw it all and that I would keep it secret.

It was such a hot day today I didn't want to do much so I took a good book, went and sat in the garden in the shade. I drank two pints of tea but it was not enough, and I drank quite a lot of water on top. As it was such a nice day, the neighbours were out in their gardens - on both sides. They could so easily have caught me what with what happened next. The book was so interesting, I felt the need to go for a wee but I delayed, and delayed, the desperation building. I thought I could get to the bathroom on time, I really didn't want the neighbours to catch me weeing in my shorts, but, you've guessed it, I left it just a tiny bit too long. I was on my way to the bathroom when I inadvertently let a spurt of wee escape into my pants while I was walking. That was it. I just couldn't stop myself, the pressure was too much, and as you can see, I thoroughly pissed my shorts. Oh well, these things happen! Desperate shorts wetting outside 1.mp4

Firstly, I'd like to say hello to everyone and apologize I've been so slow at responding to messages. I also know you've all been expecting me to post the next chapter of "A Strange Encounter - The Mistress and Her Unwilling Prisoner" and I have great news about that, as the next chapter is almost finished and will be up soon. However, this post is about something else that happened to me a couple of days ago. It's rather long, so if you don't have time, you should better get back to this when you have a bit more, as it's worth it :D So, I just got back after doing some traveling around Europe and I brought a few gifts for friends. I met one of them two days ago in town to give her the chocolates I brought over. We met in town at around 8 o'clock and went for some pizza. It definitely wasn't a date but I haven't had so much fun and also quality conversation in a long while. Everything normal, until we went to this great pub that has a selection of locally-produced beer. People usually buy it in fours, as they come from bright yellow (regular lager colour), to reddish, brown and full black, and my friend felt compelled to buy me one of those in exchange for her chocolates. That was exactly two lovely litres of liquid. Yum! We stayed there for around 2-3 hours, in which I peed twice. I finished all my beer, which was absolutely great, and we had to leave as the place was closing. I must admit that I have skipped going to the loo before leaving, even though I was already filling up again after my last toilet trip. She joked about the fact that I went twice in the span of half an hour and I decided to not give her any more reasons to make fun of my bladder size, of which I am actually proud. There were no buses at that time, so I walked her back to her place which was a decent 20 minutes away from town centre. After dropping her off and making a huge effort not asking her if I can use her toilet real quick, I turned back towards town centre. (To go home I had to go through town centre once again and head in the opposite direction.) That was good, as I was already feeling my bladder really bad and I was planning to go use the toilet at McDonald's in town before carrying on with my journey. I really wasn't in the mood for a hold and even with my big bladder, two litres of beer is definitely not a joke. I got to McDonald's quite quickly, but as you can probably guess from the title, I didn't get to use the loo there, as the bouncer locked it after someone puked all over it. Great. At 1 o'clock at night everything else is already closed apart of that stupid McDonald's. Even KFC closed at 12... I soon realised there were no other toilets I could use apart of my own, which was 30+ minutes away. But I'm a big boy, I got home nearly losing it in my boxers many times before, so this wasn't really an unusual situation. I decided it might be a good idea to actually take a taxi back home at this point. I was filling up way too quickly and a taxi would've been my best bet to make it home in comfortable time. After losing almost 10 precious minutes trying to stop a taxi, I realised that I just need to start heading home on foot. I really couldn't afford losing more time as my bladder was already aching. It was a huge surprise to me to be that desperate, that quick. I guess it must've been the alcohol in the beers I had, along with the fact that I drank a huge amount of liquid in a short time span. I couldn't sit still and, biting my lip, I decided to start walking as fast as I can. What happened next is right out any of one of those cheesy Bound2Burst movies, because two police officers stopped me in the street. I was quite anxious to be honest, not knowing how long they'll keep me there or what they want. I could honestly picture myself slowly soaking my jeans in front of them as I casually answer all their questions. Fortunately enough, they just asked if I saw anybody running in the opposite direction, as there was a pretty messy fight a few minutes before. I finished with them and carried on with my desperate walk. I was so, so desperate! I was literally bursting. You can't imagine how embarrassing it can be for a guy to get that desperate... My bladder felt like a rock bopping up and down in my lower abdomen and it was really uncomfortable to walk fast. I eventually had to slow down and walk with my right hand in my pocket, secretly but strongly pinching my cock to help with the desperation. There were many people on the streets, as everybody was heading home at that time, so I couldn't really do anything more obvious. The people also made the idea of simply wetting behind a tree or a car impossible. In addition, as some of you might already know, I have a policy for not peeing in the street. I just hold it. For me, it's either a toilet or a pair of jeans. I was getting closer to home when it started to become more obvious that it might be impossible to get back dry though. It's a truly unique feeling, and everybody into omorashi knows it well enough, where the voice in your head just tells you "Jean, you will not make it. You know you will wet yourself soon...". Strangely enough, I felt it like a challenge this time. On another occasion I would've simply let it go in my pants. I love the feeling of a soaked pair of jeans and the incredible desperation I was going through would have definitely led to a very, very big and satisfying wet mess. But no, I decided that I am a big boy and that I can hold it until I get home. I took it as a challenge, but had to undo my belt... I really wanted to prove I can hold it for as long as I want and that I am in charge and decide when my bladder empties its content and when it doesn't. I was close now. Also, there were less people on the street so I made the most of it by getting a good front grip on my crotch. I was incredibly horny at this point and had to deal with a huge and noticeable bulge in my jeans too. A long, desperate and horny walk. When the powerful waves of desperation started hitting I had to walk even slower to not lose it. Moreover, I had to stop every 100 feet, cross my legs and regain my composure for a few moments. A cold sweat was a final warning signal to what will soon follow if I don't get to a toilet in time. Then I spurted. Yes, I SPURTED! The first time in my life that I actually spurt; I usually just explode all at once. It was such a strange, alien feeling to be able to stop the flow after a few drops hit my boxer-briefs. Although I wasn't dry anymore, there still was a chance of getting home with a pair of dry jeans. And I was wearing my favourite pair of shoes, which I definitely didn't want to soak in waves of warm urine. The last 5 minutes of my walk were full of ever increasing spurts which, sliding my hand inside my jeans, I found have left my underwear dripping wet. There was a noticeable wet patch on my blue jeans already, but I could see my house. That was the longest walk ever. With 10 feet to my front door, I could already feel the huge relief and hear the pee splash in the porcelain toilet bowl. Soon! But I lost it. I completely lost it and started peeing full force as I was frantically searching my pockets for the front door key. I just couldn't stop peeing. I couldn't. I was gripping my cock so hard through the wet material of my jeans it hurt, but to no avail. Pee was jetting out of my throbbing cock and I couldn't even slow the stream down. And it was so loud! It was hissing, I could here it as the stream was going through my boxers and was hitting my jeans. It had to be almost two minutes of continuous peeing followed by a lovely hissing sound. I almost finished peeing when I realised I was still standing with my legs double-crossed, still trying to stop the flow. What mess have a I made?! I was standing in a 2 feet - wide puddle. My shoes were full of pee and all squishy. I also apparently came in my boxers in the process. I eventually got in the house and when I got in the bathroom, I emptied all the pee out of my shoes (once again, just like in a cheesy B2B movie :P) and admired myself in the mirror. I wasn't even mad that I didn't make it home in time, dry, or that I have lost my own personal challenge. It didn't matter. The relief was absolutely incredible and this has to be one of my best wettings ever. And the best relief feelings too! It was real, big, messy, unplanned. It was perfect! My white ankle socks were completely soaked and almost transparent and my red boxer-briefs were almost entirely wet, it was actually hard for me to find a dry patch on them. The jeans had a lovely wet pattern on both the front and their back. Something else that I've never done before now is that I actually kept my wet boxers on and slept in them. In the morning, they were nice and dry and I decided to pee in them once again in the shower. This was absolutely incredible! Guys, this is pretty much it and I do hope you enjoyed it. Two lessons are to be learnt from this experience: 1. You cannot walk faster than your bladder can fill up. 2. You can actually piss yourself on your front door step. I thought that is just something dramatic that they like to show in videos, that you wet yourself seconds and feet away from relief, but this experience taught me the exact opposite. Pretty weird way to learn a lesson if you ask me... Once again, I really hope you had a great time reading this and please let me know what you think. Off topic, I have some pictures from a hold I've done some time ago and I'm thinking of sharing them with you. They're just about me being really desperate in a pair of jeans (which remain dry in the photos). Crossing legs, crotch holding, you get the idea. Let me know.! Jean

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So here it is! My first story I post here. I hope you like it! I'm always open to feedback but please be kind 🙈 ❤️ "Alright, let's hit the road," you said excitedly as you started the car, put it in gear, and we rolled away. I was actually also quite excited about our camping trip, even though I wasn't much of an outdoorsy person. It was going to be really cozy to be out in the woods with you, sleeping in a tent, cooking on a camp stove, maybe doing a bit of fishing. But first, we needed to get there, and it wasn't going to happen in a minute. A four hour road trip followed by an hour-long hike in the forest awaited us before we would reach the clearing by a small lake that we had found while searching maps for good camping spots. I had only had an energy drink for breakfast and it was starting to catch up with me. We were about 20 minutes into our 4-hour journey, and I was already in need of a bathroom break. I hated to admit that I needed to use the restroom; I always felt embarrassed about it. Even more embarrassed though, I felt about the fact that I was embarrassed to tell you about something as natural as needing to pee. An hour and a half had passed since we left home, two and a half hours to go. I was starting to get worried. My need to pee was getting worse and worse much faster than the rate at which we were approaching our destination. I so desperately wanted to tell you that I needed to pee, but I just couldn't get the words out. It was like a mental block. Trying to discreetly hold it was becoming almost unbearable. I sat up straight, with my butt at the back of the seat and my back against the backrest. Didn't you need to go to the bathroom soon? I thought as I crossed my legs and leaned forward a little to create some pressure against my crotch. If you had time to observe me now, you would have definitely noticed that I needed to pee, but since you were driving and could only glance at me briefly in your peripheral vision, you didn't notice anything. Sitting forward with crossed legs actually seemed to help to alleviate the increasing urge to pee. But after a while, it didn't help much. My heart sank when I realized that only half an hour had passed since I crossed my legs. There were still two hours to go followed by an hour of hiking in the forest. The urgency to pee came in waves, sometimes feeling manageable, but at times causing me to get increasingly anxious about if I was going to be able to hold it. I decided to try to sleep for a while to pass the time. I leaned my head against the window. Outside, the world whizzed by, the passing scenery no longer registering in my mind. My focus was solely on the relentless urgency that consumed my thoughts. "Think about something else," I told myself, but my thoughts were fixated on the idea of letting go of the clenching and just allowing everything to pour out of me. I closed my eyes and tried to daydream about other scenarios. I opened the door to the bathroom and ran towards the toilet, but it only kept getting farther away the more I ran. I gave up, I stopped where I was, spread my legs, and began to pee. I was naked, so there were no clothes to pull down. Never had it felt so good to pee... Suddenly, I woke up. Panicked, I frantically slammed my hand between my legs and pressed against my crotch. It was about to happen; I was about to lose control of my bladder. I clenched every muscle in my genital area, squeezing my fists as a few drops of warm pee escaped into my white lace panties. I managed to regain control; I wasn't going to have an accident, at least for now. "Are you okay?" you asked after seeing me almost wet myself in your peripheral vision. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just thought I dropped my phone, but it landed between my legs," I lied. I'm not sure if you believed me, but I don't think you realized that I had to pee because you didn't say anything about it after that. I checked the time, one hour to go... I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, hoping to find relief, but the sensation only intensified. My bladder seemed to have a life of its own, its urgent demands drowning out everything else. I could feel myself reaching the limits of my control, my body's instincts pushing me to wet myself. I was now so desperate that I actually considered peeing just a little bit to relieve some of the pressure. However, I decided not to, since I wasn't sure I would be able to stop it. Also, I was wearing thin light gray leggings, and you would have clearly seen the wet spot. The last hour of the car ride was spent in complete silence. You had run out of topics to try to start a conversation with after me replying with short dead end answers. I felt bad for you, I didn't want to be rude but I just could not focus on both conversing and holding my bladder at the same time. All my focus was now on keeping myself dry but that task was becoming increasingly more difficult... I had a cold sweat while shivers rushed down my legs, almost making lose it multiple times. FINALLY we parked the car, we had made it, I had made it. I actually felt relieved, now there was only the hike left and then I'd get to pee. This gave me some confidence that I could make it. But as I stood up and got out of the car all that relief and confidence washed away in the blink of an eye. I thought I was desperate sitting down but standing up, it was beyond desperation. I could barely stand up straight, let alone walk. My bladder bulged so much you could imagine me pregnant with a small baby. Suddenly I could feel myself loosing control, I panicked. I stepped side to side in small fast movements, eventually crossing my legs and squatting down to regain control over my bladder. It worked. Luckily you were to busy on the other side of the car unloading out gear so you didn't notice me almost peeing myself. We started walking. I could feel my heart rate quicken as I struggled to maintain my composure, to stay in control when every piece of me was screaming for release. Every step I took sent a jolt of pain from my stomach down through my lower abdomen. Fifteen minutes into our hike, with a whole 45 minutes left, I realized that I definitely wouldn't be able to hold it. I didn't even know what I was trying to hold myself for, it wasn't like there was going to be a toilet out there in the middle of the woods. Maybe I thought that once we were there, I could go off into the woods and pee a little more discreetly than peeing next to the trail with you having to wait for me while I peed. One thing I did know for sure though, was that I couldn't hold it for another 45 minutes. I was now so desperate that it physically hurt, I didn't know what to do. With every step I took, the realization that I was going to wet myself became more and more imminent. I started to panic, I was going to pee myself. What was I going to do? What was I going to say? A tear ran down my cheek as I accepted the fact that it was too late to do anything. Instead of trying to take action and do something about it, I froze, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't think. I just stood there, waiting for me to pee myself. You were a little ahead of me, so you didn't notice that I had stopped. "I'm going to pee myself!" I blurted out nervously, tears streaming down my cheeks. It was going to happen now. It was too late. Only now did you notice that I had stopped a few meters behind. Also, It wasn't until now that you found out I even needed to pee in the first place, since I hadn't said anything before. You knew there wasn't much time left when I said that, after all, this wasn't the first time I was desperate for a pee. But now it was really close to an accident. I looked down at my light gray tights and pulled up the fabric on the sides next to my crotch to get a better view of the impending disaster. "What?! No! Don't pee yourself!" you exclaimed as you hurried towards me. Now it was urgent and you were well aware of it. You ran up to me and stuck your fingers in my pants. You yanked down my pants and underwear to my ankles in one swift motion. Faster than I could react, you stood behind me, bent your legs, and grabbed my knee creases. I wasn't a big girl with a petite build, standing at just 5'3" tall, and with a cute, small butt, it was no problem for you to lift me up by my knees. You were now carrying me with my legs spread and my bare privates forward and slightly upward. You held up my legs almost towards my chest to keep the clothing higher up than my privates and the incoming stream of pee. You carried me like when you were helped to pee as a child. Immediately after you had lifted me, a strong stream of pee gushed out of my privates. It couldn't have been many seconds left before I would have wet myself. The relief was almost orgasmic. Goosebumps spread all over my body, and a tingling sensation of relief radiated through me. I let out a moan almost subconsciously. The stream divided and sprayed in all directions, and when it landed on the ground below, it splashed heavily. It was a good thing that you held up my legs; otherwise, they would probably be wet now. I peed more and more, it felt like it would never end. The stream started to diminish after a while, only to surge again for another round. I moaned a little again. "You must have been really desperate to pee," you teased playfully. "Yeah..." I replied, embarrassed, as my pee continued to flow out of me. I continued to pee for what felt like an eternity. I tried to stop as I found it embarrassing that so much was coming out, but I couldn't. I tried tightening my pelvic muscles but my attempts were futile. The ground below was now completely soaked, and my pee had started to flow backward, down to your shoes. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I was really, really desperate to pee," I said, ashamed. "It's okay, take you're time and get it all out," you replied in a calm, kind tone. When the stream finally began to subside, the pee started to slowly flow back over my butt instead. The pee split into several small tickling streams over my buttocks before it finally stopped. You set me down on my feet again. A few last drops fell into my pants, which I had gathered around my ankles. I pulled up my underwear followed by my gray leggings. The last drops, along with the fact that I had managed to get my butt wet, meant that my pants now had small pee stains dotted around my buttocks and between my legs. I asked you how bad it was since I couldn't see everything, but you said it was fine and that it was better than wetting myself. We were deep in the woods anyway, so no one else would know except for you and me. "Thanks, you saved me there," I said, blushing a little. Everything had happened so quickly, and it wasn't until now that I began to realize that I almost peed myself in front of you. And that you then had to help me pee. I was somewhat embarrassed but mostly relieved after having held it for hours. "It's okay, but you have to tell me when you need to pee next time and not just right before it's too late," you said when it was all over. I promised you that I would try to be better at it, even though I found it uncomfortable to admit that I needed to use the restroom."