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  1. After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me. Please let me know what you think! Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate. Chapter 1 Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop? Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police. It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught. Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her. Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot. Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something. The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!! And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered. “Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car. “What?” Maribel was confused. “The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.” “Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it! Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it. Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet. After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone. “You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.” “This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?” “The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?” Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home. “Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.” “Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?” “No, I’m sorry for being rude.” “No problem – have a good night”. Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?
  2. Today was a rainy grey day. Not a good day for taking a nice long walk. Or maybe it actually was the perfect day for that? Why not take the opportunity to wear one of those favourite omo jeans that are not black, and a rain coat going down to just above my knees, and play a new little game. I decided to go out on an empty but rapidly filling post breakfast bladder, after having chugged a lot of water. Then I put a timer every 10 minutes. Every time the alarm went off I would have to stop right there and fully relax my bladder while picking up my phone to set next alarm. I was surprised to feel a slight need to pee already as I left. First alarm got off on the main street in my village. I relaxed and let out a spurt, but nothing that really showed. Good, because I met two dog walkers soon after. 10.minutes later I was just next to a big parking lot when the alarm went off. Could have chosen a better place. But I did as planned. Much more came out than I had thought. I felt the heat spreading down below my knees, looked down and saw some big dark patches appear on the front of my calves. The long underwear I had under my jeans made the pee soak through the jeans in an unusual pattern though. As I kept walking on the bridge across the highway I felt great and my jeans looked fantastic, but I still wondered if this was really such a good idea... But I'd soon be in the woods and hopefully not meet much people in there. Wetting 3 happened on a gravel road. Now my kidneys were working fast. A big splash of pee soaked my jeans and started to run into my shoes. But it didn't rain much, there were still too many dry parts on my pants and right now it was pretty obvious what had happened here. I told myself to just act like nothing if someone came. No big deal. There wasn't a single soul out in the woods. I would soon be among houses again on streets heading back to the village. Alarm 4 went off. Another long amazing pee stream. Now I was so soaked in the front, my wetting was almost fully camoflauged. The back was a bit worse though... I passed by one guy in this state but he was busy working with something on the side of the road. After one wetting in the street I took another turn into the woods. I still had a lot of pee in my bladder (drank more water along the way)and next wetting created big lakes in my shoes. I took another photo from behind and realised I was now soaked all way around. I had peed away all traces of my wetting and could walk home in full confidence nobody would have a clue, so I prolonged the walk to have the chance to wet a couple of more times.
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    Last year I peed in my blue Arena speedo whilst I was in a public swiming pool. My pee came out of the speedo and flowed in the pool water. The water was colorated very yellow and my pee made the pool water dirty. I pressed my full bladder out in the speedo. It was about 5 decilitre of pee.
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  4. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    A warm-up I did a little bit ago. XD Now excuse me while I go trash my entire prison so Harlyn has to spend a really long time cleaning it out! X3
  5. ive been partly susceptible to messing accidents for like 10 years , i used to have constant constipation but now it seems like to catch up my sphincter has got weaker. ive got many more stories like these . surprised that i haven't been caught or at least suspected at doing something yet, but that makes the high even better. i decided to go out like 2 hours ago just to walk around my town i was feeling something brewing and wanted to try some public stuff, trying to have an accident in the process. I decided to put a skirt on to add to the risk factor and walked outside, turned to the right and walked for like 10 minutes to the tesco thats open till 12 by now I could feel it almost coming out and wash half ass-idly holding it so i didn't just mess in the middle of my walk. freezing my tits off i realised a skirt was a bad idea, stepping into the the heat wave that is the heater above the door instantly adjusted my body temperature, but at the same time made me chill so much in relaxation that I farted, instantly i clenched again and looked around in fear and embarrassment, some girl that looked almost my age if not a little older looked back at me and shook her head. I contemplated just leaving the store but thought if i was there i may as well grab something. walking through the isles i looked around, not knowing if I should let go or not, i soldiered on but by now it was almost irritating and i felt like letting go just to get rid of the feeling. than out of nowhere an employee shouted out asking if i was lost and if i wanted to know where an item was, making me let go and jump slowly filling up my diaper before again clinching, than deciding to just let go and finish the job, it did cake my ass and as eventually reached my nose making me more self concourse than ever. the feeling of the warm mess radiated against my ass, in embarrassment i said that i was looking for the drinks isle. than a little conversation later i was waddling around going to the isle to pick up vodka that i didn't need. the mess was slowly pooling down to my pussy, i got wet as all hell and before i knew it i was at the till with my id out before booking it home. deciding to stop on the way to go into the pub who wanted to decline me with my vodka in hand but excused me when i exclaimed a need for the bathroom. shutting the door behind me all my adrenaline shed off and i realised how stupid i must have looked waddling around than ended up rubbing and fingering my self than and there stopping at the occasional person entering i even heard some women peeing next to me witch made me even more horny, i felt like i could have burned the building down with how hot i felt down there. than i cleaned up my fingers and left for home, showered with the messy diaper still on than just left in the shower where it still is tempting me to put it on again. but instead im just sat in an oodie whilst typing this. still coming down from the excitement of it all but i think im getting to used to public stuff, I've been wanting to go out and wet in jeans without a diaper but thats also where i cross the line in embarrassment, if only it wasn't so hot to watch others do i wouldn't be enticed. id love to know if any of you have be so daring to go diaper less and have an accident
  6. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    "She really has to pee, but she... is getting a bladder ultrasound!" Poor Ivy --- it's probably hell having a nurse roll an ultrasound scanner over her insanely full bladder!!! As usual, the nude and text-less versions are available on my Patreon!
  7. Jailor Eckman

    female She Gave Up

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    And this one comes with a story! ~ She had a problem. A big problem. She rocked wildly in her chair with both of her hands buried between her tightly-clenched thighs. Every motion she made caused the plastic seat to squeak against the metal frame, and this had clearly broadcast her predicament to all of her classmates. She'd given up on attempting to listen to the lecture --- instead, her attention was solely fixed upon an increasingly arduous task: not peeing. Were she back at Nitefield, she could have resolved this entire situation with ease --- provided the ladies’ rooms were functional at the time. She'd have just had to leave the class for a moment. Permission wasn't necessary; college-age adults were allowed to come and go as they pleased, though their grades might reflect this depending on the instructor. And, indeed, here was no different. The nearest bathroom, in fact, was right across the hall --- something she was relentlessly reminded of by the occasional flushing of a toilet. Yet she remained seated. At some point, the instructor had started his lesson. She hadn't been paying enough attention to know when. But his start was a good sign. At least time was passing --- albeit very slowly. This reassurance did very little to soothe her agony, though. The guys around her shot glances her way --- sometimes with grins. They were very aware of her problem. And to them, it was a very self-inflicted one. "Quit being so dramatic about this. Quit torturing yourself," she could almost hear them say. Oh how tempting was the thought of finally relenting... But she would continue to hold her water. No matter how badly she needed to relieve herself. She crossed one thigh over the other, though it did nothing to ease her suffering. Nitefield had, in its boundless wisdom, made a very small error. Her major required her to spend two semesters outside of the states as an exchange student. She was happy to do this --- this was an academic excuse to explore some other country, and this aligned precisely with her interest in travel. All was good --- except for that very tiny mistake on the part of her "home" university... Nitefield had sent her to an all male school. And she hadn't even known about it until the faculty here were apologizing profusely upon her arrival. For two whole semesters, she would be surrounded by men. Ok. That would be... interesting. And at least she got a private dorm room and her own bathroom for the trouble. Sure, it might be a bit awkward, but she'd survive. Sweat rolled down her forehead and traced her cheek on its way to her chin. Tears rolled from her eyes. At least that little bit of water would not be crammed into the over-filled pressure-vessel in her lower abdomen. Fuck, did she need to pee. She usually didn't feel this way until the end of the day. But now, she still had two more classes to suffer through before she was free. Tough luck, she supposed... she still wasn't going to use the bathroom. The bathroom. Another flush. It was like cold water pouring down her spine. Hold it. The bathroom was her problem. Seeing that this was an all male school, none of the bathrooms were labeled according to sex. All of the bathrooms were freely available to all of the men --- and one woman, in this odd case... And her classmates had told her as much on numerous occasions: she could use any of the bathrooms, they didn't care... But she did. And the reality was that every single bathroom was functionally a men's room. No girls allowed — except within the one she'd been allowed to use privately next to her dorm. It was her one haven of privacy. And it was there that she could pee. No guy would be there to watch. It got hot between her legs for a moment. She couldn't tell if there had been a leak, and she was too dependent upon her balled-up position to check. Maybe it had been a trick of her mind. Or some weird sensation borne of her insidious desperation. Class was nearly over, and this was very clearly the worst she'd ever needed to pee. She'd gotten so good at holding it over the semester. Not even once had she "caved" and used one of the men's rooms. There were “close calls” — times where she could have sworn that a moment longer would have had her dribbling on the floor. And the guys all around her would mockingly torment her in some misguided attempt to convince her to “suck it up” and just go to the bathroom. Her knuckles whitened as she tugged at the beltline of her shorts. Room. She needed room. Room for her bladder to expand. As the instructor began the conclusion of his lesson, her feet tapped wildly on the floor, and she unbuttoned her shorts. Already. She normally hesitated to pop the button even at the end of the day — and she’d only resorted to it a couple times previously. Now staring down two more unrelenting classes, she was downright terrified that she’d already resorted to this incredibly desperate maneuver. Standing from her seat was indescribably torturous. Seated, she was in agony. Standing, she was in hell. Her bladder greedily devoured what little space she had provided it by undoing her shorts’ button. Yet unsatisfied, it rewarded her with another flash of heat between her legs. And this time, she was certain she had leaked. Not a lot… She would not allow it. But some. It had been entirely involuntary — accompanying some muscular reflex, it just trickled out. Her back remained arched and bent-forward at the hips as she delicately waddled from the classroom. Two more classes. Two long hours at the barest minimum. And she’d already begun to leak. Another flush roared out of the bathroom invitingly. So what if a few guys saw her? She could imagine it… Pushing open the door, ignoring all the dudes, planting herself on one of the toilets, and draining her misery in a thick golden cascade against porcelain. A heavy, hissing jet of urine that could last for over a minute… Ecstasy. Fantasy. She settled gingerly into her seat in the next class. Early as always. Her hands flew to her crotch. At this point, attending class was scarcely more than a formality — there was no question as to where her attention was focused. But no amount of fierceness behind her dire need to urinate would cause her to skip class attendance; she could hold it, after all. Dashing to her far-off toilet and walking in late — all in the name of comfort — was anathema to her very being. Hold it. Hold it. HOLD it. Again, the squeaking of her rocking and the greedy untying and re-tying of her legs into tight knots drew the eyes of all the men around her and — she could have sworn — even an eye-roll from the instructor. So be it. Let them all see how the one girl in the entire college could be the most dedicated person there!... At least, that was the delusion she could use to distract herself from recognizing the obvious “show” she was putting on for her classmates. It didn’t help that one of the hottest ones, in her mind, was seated to her left and getting an eyeful. Any of those social anxieties melted away as a particularly gruesome wave crashed against her strained exit. She held her breath, her face twisted in agony, and she squeezed her crotch hard between rock-solid thighs. A drop of sweat traced the valley of her spine down to the elastic band of her panties as she remained locked in her position. Her eyes blurred behind a veil of fresh tears. A wave with twice the fury of the first followed soon after. Forty-five minutes remained of this class. She clenched everything, from her teeth to muscles she didn’t know the name of. Her bladder commanded her to pee. And in a half-second of exhaustion, her body acquiesced — while her brain exploded with protests. HOLD it. A beam of water that felt like molten, liquid metal roared against the gusset of her panties for the entire duration. She felt it in her fingers — Vibration. Heat. Wetness. The latter she did not feel until after the beam had ceased… She dared not to imagine that this was her limit. No. With another entire class to follow this one, it couldn’t be. There must have been something she had allowed with that last leak; any other explanation would not allow her to persist. She didn’t need to pee. She wanted to pee. And she’d allowed her willpower to fail in the face of the severity of that want. That was all. The desire to deflate the watermelon in her abdomen was simply greater today… There was a very obvious reason for this: unlike all of the days before, she did not relieve herself after lunch. Yes, she might have “tempted fate” with a tall can of tea… But usually, she’d be able to contain it as well as another whole water bottle until the end of the day — albeit with extreme discomfort. And the two bottles of water she had finished during her first two classes usually made for an incredibly satisfying pee. Today, however, she’d been completely denied that satisfying pee. In fact, she had crushed her lunch’s can of tea and tossed it into the trash bag hanging off of the cleaning cart that blocked her bathroom’s door. The custodian inside was scrubbing away at the only toilet she could use. He must have heard the sound, because he had waved to her — entirely unaware of the hell he had consigned her to. Two bottles of water. One tall can of tea. At least two trips to the water fountain. All said and done, it couldn’t have been much over a couple of liters. Packed into one girl’s bladder for several hours, though, it might as well have been an ocean. Twenty-five more minutes of this class. The guys had returned their attention to the instructor as she continued the vicious, seated dance with which she hoped to woo Fate into giving her a more desirable outcome. Fate rejected her advances with another searing leak. Fifteen more minutes. The crotch of her pants was wet. It’d have been visible had the hands jammed between her thighs not covered up the failures of her endurance. Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee… T-ten minutes. Nine. Squirt — for a full second. Eight. Seven. Dribble — for a second and a half. She could feel the dampness spreading under her butt. She was actively crying now — and the guys around her had taken notice. Six… It was… impossible. She hadn’t let any of it out. The piss had simply been forced out by the laws of physics. Her bladder, agonizingly stretched to its absolute maximum capacity — could contain nothing more. It felt as if every minute or two, her kidneys would send another sprinkle of fresh urine down to her tortured bladder — and the new would simply push out the old. Five more minutes. Her resolve was broken; after this class, she’d need to go back to her dorm room. She’d hang her purse behind her back to hopefully cover up the wet patch spreading from her crotch to the seat of her pants. Her hands would obscure the front. Four more minutes. Another half-second vibration of pee hissed heavily against the wet fabric of her panties and shorts. Three… Two… The instructor looked at his watch after answering a question from one of the other students. One… She was the first out of the room. She was sure that she’d left a tiny puddle on her chair, but that humiliation meant nothing in the face of instinct: she needed to pee. She needed to pee right now. In fact, she needed to pee a while ago — now, she was slowly peeing her pants. There was no time to make it back to her bathroom. She had to go here, or she’d be using her pants and the floor. She stepped into the bathroom at the end of the hall and ignored the three guys who were already inside. She’d already tugged her shorts and panties down by the time she was halfway across the room — her target was the last toilet at the end. The “stalls” in this hellscape didn’t have doors. Rather, they were separated by slim, doorless dividers. She threw herself onto that last toilet and her ass hadn’t even reached the seat before a roaring stream of piss exploded from between her legs. She buried her face in her damp hands and sobbed as the hot piss that had tormented her for hours thundered against the porcelain. She peed and peed, but did not even begin to feel the relief for the longest time. The guys had surrounded her, clearly drawn by the sound of the woman-turned-firehose. She did not hear what they said — perhaps it had been some kind of teasing. She simply continued to cry into her hands. Yes, a portion of these tears were dedicated to her all-consuming mortification; her still full-force gush had by now left her observers in silence. But, truthfully, she was crying mostly because of how good it felt.
  8. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    Yes, it's out-of-season by a couple of months, and I started it after Christmas... But are you gonna let that prevent you from enjoying a deer girl who's peeing in front of her hyena mistress?! Another huge thanks to both Nadia and Spotte for this really fun commission!
  9. https://thisvid.com/videos/public-diaper-wetting5/ Does anyone have him as a friend? Or has the video and can send it here? Thanks
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    waffling between grayscale for this and just adding yellow for the pee puddles, wdyt? lol.
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  14. For those who are interested, I just shared an experience of mine with Goodnites Tru-Fits: Thanks @Mom2Three for the inspiration.
  15. I broke up with my boyfriend and found a sex playmate that is in to omorashi things. I peed in his mouth the other day and soon we are going to pick out fetish tab diapers. Right now i’m going to dinner with my family and slowly releasing into my pull-up in my moms bmw—it feels so good and im finding it really hard to stop. I might have to got number 2 as well but i might need to wait until the restaurant for that because of the smell.
  16. View File Wet tights and warm toes in the snow (another case of locked bathrooms) My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month! Submitter themerger Submitted 02/17/2024 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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    My partner and I just can't catch a break! Last week I was caught short with no available bathrooms and the same was true for my partner this week. They were very desperate, yet very shy about releasing in public. Sadly, with no bathrooms available they had to remove their jeans and wet their tights in a secluded, wooded area. Perhaps February really is the cruelest month!
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    Enjoy, Rach
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