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This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.

Now that summer has arrived in the Northern hemisphere and weather has become warmer i am having an issue with wearing diapers. the padding is a lot of extra insulation around my waist. And that is quite warm. I sweat more which i dont like. additionally i dont want to fill up my diaper with sweat, just pee. I enjoy wearing a diaper once in a while, but the warm weather makes it less enjoyable. have more people faced this issue? can i solve this issue? thank you for your advice ^w^

So I’ve never really posted about my experiences on here before, but I had some fun the other night and thought it might be cool to share. A little background about me, I am a gay male, tall and thin build, and boxer briefs are my favorite undies to wet. This experience took place recently, I had gotten home from the pool and really needed to pee. I stripped off my undies and swim trunks to change into fresh boxers and some shorts. I was at a 9/10 when I slipped on my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and some white cotton shorts. The bathroom was occupied at the time, so I simply had to wait before I could go. It was exciting to me to have to pee so bad while putting on clean, white clothes. I thought I might leak, and I was holding myself through my shorts. The bathroom eventually opened up, and I made it in time. But holding had given me the idea to have some fun later on in the night. A few hours later, I had gone out for drinks with some friends and was driving home for the night. (I drive responsibly :)) I didn’t realize until I had pulled in my driveway just how bad I needed to pee. As soon as I stood up from the car, I could feel a huge amount of pressure in my bladder. I immediately had to grab myself to keep from leaking, but the warm air and my residual buzz felt so good. I let go of my crotch and slowly started to leak. It started with a few spurts into my boxers, and the wetness felt so good filling the crotch of my boxer briefs. It slowly started to run down the legs of my underwear down my thighs and calves. I changed the positions I was standing in to wet as much of my shorts as possible. Finally, I sat down on the ground and let myself go completely. It was exhilarating to wet so freely, and my shorts hardly showed a difference. I loved how they clung to my body, and my wet boxers felt so good on underneath. Once I was finished, I went inside and enjoyed the state of my clothes. Doing this wetting definitely made me want to do more soon!

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Been holding since about 3:30 pm. It's now just under 4:30 am and I've had two water bottles, three shots, three lemonades and a few other things since then. Bringing a water bottle with me and hoping for a quick accident on my walk

As the titel says i was woundering how much Girls would like to see for example mee peeing myself, and IF so, how would you want the video to be like ?

Title says what needs to be said Here’s is also a rip IMG_2677.MOV

Trying to fill up on some fluids so I can finally have an accident before the sun comes up lol. About 2 and a half hours until that happens

Tracy’s Torrential travels Tracy was super excited about her trip to the beach. She loved the beach but hadn’t been in so long so she was look king forward to the trip with great excitement even though it was just for a day. She put on her bikini and over that, a pair of high rise, button-fly blue-jean shorts and a t-shirt. She was going with her friend Lauren and her brother (who she had a crush on) Ethan. Tracy had gotten a new bikini for the occasion, a light blue that matched well with her eyes. As she waited for Lauren to get come pick her up she fixed her long, dirty-blond hair in the mirror putting it in a loose bun on top of her head. She had just finished tying her shirt off at the waist when She heard the honk of Lauren’s car outside. Tracy ran out to the car, grabbing the 12 pack of hard seltzer she had for the beach. “Hey girl , you ready?” Lauren asked excitedly “Fuck yeah” Tracy replied throwing her best smile at Ethan who was in the passenger seat. It was a two hour drive to the beach from Tracy’s place, during the drive she put her seltzers in the ice chest Lauren had brought, noticing Lauren had 24 seltzers of her own. They ride went by pretty quickly, even with Tracy trying not to blatantly stare at Ethan. When the three got to the beach and parked, Tracy grabbed the ice chest and tried not to blush when Ethan offered help, which she accepted. They spread their towels under an umbrella. After a while of relaxing and chatting, during which Tracy had about three seltzers, Tracy decided to go for a swim. She stood up, removed her t-shirt and slowly unbuttoned and slid her shorts off, showing off her shapely figure (and putting on what she hoped was a good show for Ethan who had modestly looked away). She, Ethan and Lauren ran and played around in the surf, splashing each other and having a good time. Tracy eventually felt a slight need to pee but didn’t think about it. Eventually Lauren got distracted by a dude she started to flirt with and Tracy decided to sit and cool off for a bit. While she rested, she drank a few more seltzers then, feeling a bit buzzed, grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler to sip on. She noticed Ethan had joined a game of beach volleyball and was enjoying watching. She dozed off slightly and was woken by the sound of thunder, sure enough big dark clouds were forming in the sky and soon the rain started. Tracy’s bikini was still wet but not soaked so she got dressed. Lauren and Ethan ran up and they brought everything back to the car. 25 minutes into the trip home, Tracy’s bladder made itself known. “Oh no” she thought “I haven’t peed since I woke up this morning” she had been distracted and hadn’t thought about it until then. Tracy discreetly crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap, thinking she’d be fine holding it until she got home. Her need to pee increased and she felt her bladder filling up. The rain was coming down fast and the sound of it hitting the window was not helping her. She shifted in her seat feeling the tight shorts and seatbelt starting to press into her bladder. Tracy was given hope when Lauren commented “I need to get some gas” and Ethan pointed at a sign and said “the last stop for an hour and half is up there” they pulled in to the gas station and Tracy said “I’m going to the restroom” Ethan commented “I gotta go too” The restroom was one of the ones outside the building and so they went around, Tracy had to fight to walk normally, her urge to pee had grown significantly and she saw Ethan seemed to be urgent too. When they got to the door, Ethan said “you go first” so she tried the door and found it wouldn’t open, Ethan tried too with the same result. That’s when they saw the out of order sign on the door. “Hey Tracy, I’m sorry but I really need it, can you turn around?” Tracy knew what Ethan was going to do, she turned around, subtly grabbing her crotch and shifting. The sound of Ethan’s stream made her own need grow, she crossed her legs where she stood and squeezed them together. The sound of his urine hissing out and hitting the side of the building along with his sigh of relief was agonizing. After what felt like 2 minutes the sound stopped and Ethan said “if you need I can stand guard, I won’t look”. Tracy blushed and said “I’ll be ok I think, I’m fine” they walked back to the car and Lauren asked “all good” “Yeah” Tracy lied, she had never felt this desperate before, her bladder was noticeably bulging. They got back in the car and started off again. Tracy was fidgeting a lot and her need was still growing as she thought “why’d I have to drink so many seltzers” she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. As if saying it would help it, Tracy said “the damn restroom was out of order, I haven’t gone all day” Ethan glanced back apologetically. Lauren said “try not to pee in my car” Tracy forces a laugh and, now that she didn’t have to hide her need, grabbed her crotch with both hands and squeezed her crossed legs extra tight. 30 minutes later, Tracy was squirming around urgently, bouncing slightly in a seated form of the “I need to pee” dance. That’s when they hit heavy traffic, there must’ve been a wreck ahead and so traffic slowed to a bumper to bumper crawl. “Ohhhhh” Tracy moaned desperately “You ok Tracy?” Lauren asked “I really really have to pee” she groaned. Then she had an idea, she undid the top 3 buttons on her shorts to alleviate some pressure. This helped. “Hang in there Tracy, we’ll find a place to stop” Tracy could only nod, her focus was on making sure her throbbing urethra was closed tightly. She was scooting back and forth in her seat, squeezing her crossed legs, when Lauren hit a bump. Tracy yelped when she felt the brief jolt and gasped as she felt herself leak. She regained control and looked down to see a small patch between her legs. Soon they were back to normal driving speed. Tracy looked at Ethan and started thinking about him to distract herself but then her mind wandered to the rest stop earlier and him peeing and she felt her bladder throb, she gasped and redoubled her effort to hold but not before she felt 2 big leaks spurt into her bikini bottom and shorts. The patch at her crotch had grown. “We need to stop soon, I just leaked” Tracy said, panicking. “Hold on girl” Lauren said. Ethan watched Tracy through the rearview mirror, she was obviously bursting at this point, he watched discretely as the beauty lady, shifted in her seat, at one point as she re-crossed her legs he saw the wet patch and thought “if she wets herself I’ll feel guilty” but he also was aroused, seeing her grabbing her crotch, shifting, fidgeting. Then he saw her undo another button on her shorts, enough for him to glimpse the blue bikini she had on underneath. “Hey Tracy, can you hand me a water from the ice chest?” “Sure” she used the hand not between her legs to open the ice chest and dig around for the water Most of the ice had melted by this point and the sound of water sloshing in the chest made tracy think of the liquid sloshing in her bladder. She handed him the water, their hands brushed as she passed it to him. She blushed and saw he was smiling at her through the reflection in the mirror. “Oh please don’t let me piss myself in front of him” Ethan subtly adjusted an erection so nobody could tell.He watched Tracy fighting her bladder. Tracy bent double in her seat yelping desperately, the wet patch grew as a really big leak pushed through her urethra. This time it was harder to regain control. “We need to stop I leaked again!” “Hang on sis! I’m trying to find a spot” Ethan searched for the nearest rest place to stop on his phone. They found one not too far away. As the pulled up to the place (a McDonald’s). Tracy hopped out. She hobbled desperately to the restaurant and tried the door, it was locked, a worker inside said “we’re closed sorry” “Oooooo” Tracy groaned. She got back in the car, her bladder throbbing “Just go pop a squat” said Lauren “Someone might see” “Alright well, there’s another gas station 15 minutes away we’ll try there” Lauren said “sit on a towel in the meantime, don’t want my seats ruined” Ethan watched Tracy fold a towel and sit on it. Tracy was holding her crotch with both hands and bouncing slightly in her seat, when they hit another bump. Two spurts escaped and the wet spot grew slightly larger and the force of the spurts was audible. Ethan was extremely aroused hearing Tracy moan. her shorts had ridden up a good amount and he was able to see up them a bit. Tracy suddenly gasped as back to back leaks happened, it got to the point where a puddle formed on her lap, she regained control and shifted so the pee that escaped went into the towel. Finally they got to the gas station and Tracy darted off. Ethan said to Lauren “imma go too” he got out and went to where the restroom was and saw Tracy frantically pulling at the door. Her face was red and she was grabbing herself and doing a full blown desperation dance. She looked at him and said “oh god I have to pee so bad and it’s occupied, I don’t think-“ he saw her cross her legs and then the wet spot on her crotch started to spread. Tracy knew she was past her limit, she was about to lose control, but she was able to stop the flow again. Ethan walked up and pounded on the door “hurry up!” He yelled “Piss off” a voice yelled from inside Tracy was super close to Ethan now, he could feel her breath when she spoke urgently “it’s about to come ouuut” the smell of urine was faint but present “Let’s go around back so you can pop a squat, I won’t let anyone see” he put a hand on her lower back and walked with her to the back of the building. as they turned the corner, she started peeing herself full force. “Nooooo” Tracy groaned as the dark wet spot spread between her legs, and across her butt. He turned to him as she pushed her shorts to her knees, not caring that he’d see, and then she leaned against the wall as the stream burst out of her, through her bikini, gushing powerfully against the nearby dumpster. Ethan who actually also needed to go decided to do the same, he started peeing with her. She was still going when he finished, her eyes closed in relief. Whe the stream slowly started to subside, she looked at Ethan and noticed he had just finished peeing. She said “well I guess I embarrassed myself already but here goes, I have a crush on you but I’m sure seeing me pee all over myself like this made you lose any interest-“ “Nope, I like you” “Oh..” The last drops of pee finally dropped out of her. As she was about to pull the shorts into place, he walked up to her and kissed her, pressing himself into her pee-soaked bikini. She was hesitant at first but accepted quickly, relaxing into him, she reached into his swim trunks and felt his hard-on. She slid her bikini to the side as they kissed and he slipped inside of her After they finished doing the deed, they both “accidentally” fell into a puddle. When they got back to the car, Lauren irritably said “took you long enough, I’m bursting here” and ran off. They looked at each other and laughed.

Hi, i recorded this video of me wetting my shorts and my boxers. i just hold it a few hours... sorry for bad quality compresed.mp4

~Acquired Taste~ Here is my new story, it will be a stand-alone ‘limited series.’ I wanted to try something new that did not link together with my other stories. This one focuses more on desperation, although there will be wetting too (just not as much as my other stories). This first chapter is pretty long, but the next few will be shorter. Chapter 1 - Drove to the Brink Kyra's delicate fingers carefully and deliberately twisted the dial on her locker. She opened the door and selected the appropriate books for her first period. Unlike other more lax high school seniors, her locker served as the epitome of tidiness. Color-coated folders and notebooks lined the shelves, facilitating her finding of the required materials. Before shutting the door, Kyra checked her reflection in the small mirror hanging on the inside door. Deep brown eyes, olive skin, and straightened brown strands of hair stared back at her. She didn't think much of her looks, but her father's Filipino half gave her a unique beauty amongst the relatively non-diverse private high school. She adjusted the silver pendant necklace around her neck - a gift from her parents for her 18th birthday. The jewelry was cute and dainty, exuding the same aura as Kyra herself. Her conservative upbringing appreciated this - Kyra had no problem exhibiting her graceful femininity. Kyra then shut her locker and headed towards the bathroom. She didn’t actually have to pee that bad, but a tiny, overactive bladder had taught her to take any chance she could get. Any stray leaks would stand out on her khaki uniform shorts. She tugged on the hems as she walked down the hall - technically, the rules required girl’s shorts to be at or below the fingertips, but due to Kyra's height and proportions, they stretched just a few inches below mid thigh. No teacher would mind though - she was one of the more well-behaved students. Kyra didn’t mind either; although more modest than her average classmate, she did feel a slight rush at revealing a bit of leg in a place where doing so was not technically permitted. She did make sure to tuck in her navy blue collared uniform shirt, however - a rule much more strictly enforced. After relieving herself and exiting the bathroom, Kyra refilled her water bottle at the drinking fountain. She then traversed down the hall towards her homeroom just in time for the first bell. She walked into the room of uniformly-dressed piers and sat at her assigned seat in the left-middle row. “A little later than usual,” a voice to her right softly stated. Kyra turned and met the hazel eyes of her friend Vanessa. “Yeah, I had to turn around before I left my neighborhood - almost forgot my paperwork for the DMV.” Vanessa’s finger flicked a strand of her light-brown hair behind her ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot you had to renew your license today. I just did mine last week,” noted the dirty-blonde classmate, her birthday mere days before Kyra’s. “It’s super boring, but at least I was in and out pretty quickly.” The two friends chatted a bit longer until the second bell, signaling the time for their teachers to take attendance. They then parted ways to their first class. The day progressed fairly normal for Kyra, no tests or exams disrupted her usual schedule. Nor did the pinching twinge in her bladder - her typical school day often consisted of a consistent need to pee. Kyra’s small bladder almost never felt empty, especially when the health-conscious student ensured proper hydration by constantly sipping on her water bottle throughout the day. This usually did not matter, as Kira knew she could hold it until lunch, her first opportunity for a bathroom break. However, this did mean a rather uncomfortable fourth period class. Like most days, Kyra subtly squirmed in her seat, repositioning her legs often. Throughout the often-dry classroom lectures, her strained muscles never ceased to remind her of their urgency. Kyra didn’t mind, however. Her bladder became a sort of friend to her. She knew she would be able to address this need shortly, so there was no need to worry. Soon her body’s begging ringing in her head was replaced by the ringing of the classroom bell. Finally, lunch time. Kyra walked as fast as the strict school rules would allow down the hall and to the nearest bathroom. She had to be sure she made it first - if her particular timing strayed off its schedule, she risked punishment from her body in the form of a leak. Somedays, Kyra would lose the race and have to wait for one of the stalls to open, resulting in a couple warm leaks - never enough to show on her shorts, however. Today, Kyra was punctual. She slipped into the empty stall with enough time to spare to cover the seat with a layer of toilet paper before sitting down. A light trickle preceded a ferocious hissing and prominent splatter into the waters of the bowl. Kira exhaled a victory sigh. Another small battle won - one more to go as the day ended. Lunch only marked the halfway point; Kyra still had another half day to hold before her next bathroom break. After washing her hands, Kyra topped off her water bottle and headed towards the cafeteria. She ate a modest-sized meal, spending most of the lunch period talking with Vanessa and the other members of her small but close-knit group of friends. Kyra didn’t notice herself drinking more water than usual as she chatted and laughed with the other girls. The following class period, as most students slumped in their seats from post-meal drowsiness, Kyra forced her eyelids to remain open. A small tickle in her bladder - although tiny - could escape if she lost consciousness for even a second. Kyra already faced the curse of using the bathroom at least three times before bed. The tiny pinch escalated into an annoying poke as the next two periods progressed. Kyra’s sneaky holds and leg-jitters were not foreign in her Spanish class, however. The pinches and twinges of her bladder blended into the background of her common reality, as the realization that she could relieve herself after one more class period eased her mind. No need to panic. Soon the bell ring signaled the completion of this current obstacle with only one more hurdle remaining. Kyra rushed to her final class of the day, sitting in her assigned seat in the back rock. She sat tensely at her desk with her front teeth resting above her lip. Still no worries. She jotted down notes and paid close attention to the teacher’s presentation, shoving any thoughts of desperation to the back of her mind. Kyra smiled at the ring of the final bell. Another day, another successful hold. However, the teacher shouted out one last announcement: “Will the following students stay after class? I have a few questions and clarifications on your exams from last week. Mason, Keegan, Peter, and Kyra." Kyra’s blood cooled at the call of her name. Her skin warmed. ‘It’s okay,’ she told herself. She could hold on a bit longer. Kyra repeated this interalmonlogue over and over, even as the first classmate struggled to answer the teacher’s questions: “I’m having trouble reading your handwriting here. Can you tell me what this says?” “Uhhh… Ummm…… Let me see… Huh, umm…..” Kyra’s feet tap-danced on the floor. Although normally softspoken, she wanted to scream. ‘Hurry up you idiot!’ Though her thoughts quickly apologized to her own internal outburst ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just have to pee really bad!’ However, Kyra’s mental anguish grew less and less apologetic after her eyes darted towards the clock - ten minutes had already passed. 3:10 pm. The DMV closed at 4:00. If she was going to make it on time before they closed, she needed to hurry. The dual forces of her dire bodily need and stress of reaching her errand on time tugged on her from either direction. 3:15. Another pressurized pulse from her bladder nearly caused Kyra to explode from anxiety. Finally, after twenty grueling minutes, the teacher was able to piece together the slow classmate’s chicken scratch with the minimal help she received. The next two students sorted their problems out relatively quickly, but each second still sent another shockwave through Kyra’s abdomen. Her wobbling knees approached the teacher. The teacher laid Kyra’s test on her desk and pointed her red pen towards one of the questions. “Looks like you accidentally circled two answers for question 11. Normally I would count this wrong, but given your excellent performance and good behavior in this class, I thought I’d let this slide. Could you tell me which answer you meant to circle?” Kyra appreciated her teacher’s generosity, but her bladder did not appreciate the excessive stalling. She couldn’t read the test question standing straight up, so she had to bend over slightly. Kyra winced at the intense pressure crushing down below from the slight movement. It felt as though a steam roller was compressing her bladder as she bent over. Her mind could hardly focus on reading the questions. “I-I meant to circle answer B,” Kyra stated through her clenched jaw. “Good choice,” smiled the teacher. “That’s all. Enjoy the rest of your day!” Kyra attempted a friendly grin over her grimace before turning towards the door. Another fist of anxiety gut-punched her when she glanced at the clock before walking out the door - 3:35 pm. She knew the DMV was over twenty minutes away. She sprinted towards her locker, hoping the ‘no running in the halls’ rule wouldn’t apply now that the school day had technically ended. Her fingers frantically twisted her locker dial, but she missed the correct number twice and had to start over. After the third attempt, Kyra turned the knob to the last number, but the door wouldn’t open. She wanted to scream. Her blood pressure sky-rocketed. With a deep breath, Kyra composed herself and tried one more time. This time, she slowly and steadily rotated the knob, ensuring she reached each number correctly as she recited the combination in her head. Sure enough, the door opened. Kyra grabbed her keys and whatever books she needed for her homework and threw them into her bookbag. By the time her locker door slammed shut, she was already halfway down the hall. Each stride felt like a kick to her abdomen. Kyra didn’t have time to waste though. With super-human restraint, she darted right past the bathroom door - there was no time. As long as she could get to the DMV before it closed, she could just use their bathroom. Kyra plowed out the school’s front doors and ran straight to her car. Her private school did not have buses, a plus for moments like this. Another blessing was the fact that the after-school rush of parking lot traffic had already cleared up. In one miraculous motion, she clipped on her seat belt, started her car, and shifted it to drive before flooring it out of the parking lot. Sitting down in her driver side seat provided a smidgen of relief. She felt as though her hold was more manageable sitting as opposed to standing. Still, Kyra’s legs chaotically bounced up and down as she waited at the stop sign. Car after car passed with little gap, denying Kyra access. But she had to pee, and she was running late. She couldn’t wait for a safe distance; she had to act now. Kyra cut the wheel and slammed on the gas, forcing her car right within a manageable gap between cars. The car behind her honked at the apparent cut-off. “Sorry!” waved Kyra, although she in no way regretted her action. She was racing against both the clock and her bladder. Kyra knew moments like these would often taunt her. Fate would surely show its cruel sense of humor by forcing every single traffic light to shine red, or to spawn in some unexpected traffic jam. Not today, however. Karma had apparently awarded Kyra in advance, granting a relatively clear road. The desperate driver zipped down the two-line highway unimpeded. The pressure below had transformed into a dull numbness as her muscles grew more and more fatigued. Kyra felt as though her body had entered into a new phase of desperation, an unknown threshold not yet traveled. She began to drive with one hand on the wheel, the other fiercely gripping her womanhood. Pain and anxiety clouded her mind, but she tried to focus her thoughts through the funnel onto one goal: reaching her destination on time. She could do this. Kyra no longer felt human. She entered a sensation of weightlessness, as if her soul had astrally projected while her body continued the motions of driving all on its own. The new spiritual plane was one of pure agony and anxiety spawned from the stress of running late and the excruciating pain of a bladder about to burst. Finally, her mindless body pulled into the parking lot with five minutes left to spare. Kyra re-entered reality with a wave of relief upon finally reaching her destination. Unbuckling her seatbelt was like removing a sandbag from her stomach. Her thighs immediately clamped together to ensure this relief did not cause her muscles to stop doing their job. Both hands vicegriped her crotch as Kyra re-composed herself. She then carefully opened her car door with her foot, unable to lean over without suffering another stab in her gut. Staring at the outside pavement, Kyra took a deep breath. ‘I can do this.’ She tensed every muscle in her body as she bent just enough to exit her car. She wanted to implode - each minor movement mirrored the sensation of a merciless massage on her exhausted bladder. Kyra limped through her aching haze to the front door. The cool, aluminum handle opened with a jingle. She immediately grabbed a ticket from the dial before scanning the room. The tiled floor contained more scuffs than blank space, the torn carpet did little to welcome her, the pain-chipped walls enclosed her, and the flickering fluorescent box lights completed the depressing, underfunded interior. Kyra’s eyes did not land upon any restroom doors, however. Panicking, she looked around the dilapidated space once more, before a deadweight of dread smashed her hopes. A sign behind the desk in somber font displayed the macabre message: ‘Public Restrooms not available. Sorry for the inconvenience.’ The sign felt like a slap in the face, a dry-humored taunt from the forces that be. Kyra stared at the soulless symbols in pure disbelief. Instead of festering in her squalor, Kyra shifted her game plan to a new mission: get out of this place as soon as possible. She glanced at the spaces fellow occupants: 3 people in line, 5 others seated in the decaying waiting room chairs. A digital display on the wall read: now serving number 474. Kyra checked her ticket: 482. The number was close enough - she could wait a few more minutes. She did not want to have to come back to this place again. Kyra chose one of the chairs, praying its feeble frame wouldn’t collapse when she sat. Once she realized how slowly time moved within these walls, she began to rethink her decision. The only remaining attendant suddenly stopped helping her current customer and started to sluggishly trudge from her desk towards the door. Kyra tried to restrain her judgment as the overweight middle-aged lady waddled her way across the room at a turtle’s pace. ‘She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady.’ Kyra repeated in her head. However, the niceties stopped when Kyra winced and felt herself enter the next phase of desperation. Her numbness vanished, replaced with a rapid-fire spray of knives and needle aimed directly at her abdomen. Kyra knew she had to ride this wave out - if she got up now, her bladder would surely give up and explode all over the DMV floor. A jingle provided a momentary distraction. The door shook slightly as the attendant flipped over the ‘Closed sign.’ She then turned around and resumed her slow-motion journey back to the front desk. Along the way, a tired voice scratched, “If you have a ticket, I can help you. If not, please come back tomorrow. Also, 475, please approach the window.” One person got up and left, visibly frustrated, having not grabbed a ticket when entering. Kyra did not want to celebrate another person’s misfortune, but this meant one less body to wait behind. Another aching jolt jarred her bladder, however, ending her short-lived moment of joy. Her chair squeaked as she jostled in her seat, trying anything to subdue the fiery sensations burning her bladder alive. “476,” coraked the attendant. Kyra’s eyes watered, tears sitting just behind her eyelid. All hope drained from her body. A warm trickle snuck its way through Kyra’s weakening barrier. Kyra pressed down between her legs with all her strength. She noticed a slight dampness on her fingers, but she kept pushing. She knew her body had been forced beyond its limits. However, she did not give up. She tightened with all her might, until the sharp pains once again dissipated into a bulging numbness. The attendant’s voice again rattled, “476.” Kyra had crossed into yet another threshold, another plane of existence well past the bounds of her previously defined lines. She took this moment to examine her crotch. Carefully retreating her fingers, she wiped her damp fingertips on her dry shorts leg. She could make out a small darker patch on the fabric, no bigger than a slice of pepperoni. Kyra’s eyes widened upon seeing the evidence of her leak, but it was not purely out of horror. She was a bit surprised she made it this far - her tiny bladder usually leaked earlier than this. However, she had never held this long, nearly to an accident. “477.” Kyra glanced around the room - two more people had been helped and since left. Four other people remained. She reevaluated her current state. The stabbing had vanished, replaced with the odd sensation of being uncomfortably full, similar to a post-Thanksgiving dinner, only if the fullness was concentrated in her bladder rather than her stomach. She could feel her bladder pressing against her other organs. However, for the most part, she no longer felt as though she could lose it any second. The current wave of numbness granted her just enough will to stay and finish her errand. Still, she had to constantly focus on keeping her surplus of urine held in. “478.” Kyra clamped both knees and thighs together and gripped the edges of the chair. Her fingernails dug into the frayed felt, picking at the material as she shut her eyes and tried to distract her mind. “479.” Even breathing became difficult, as with each breath, her expanding lungs sandwiched her other organs and caused them to press against her bladder. Her body was simply running out of room - or at least, it felt that way. This phase of Kyra’s desperation still proved tasking on her body. She would give anything for relief at this point, even contemplating the sensation of just letting it go right here. But then the realistic thoughts of her sodden shorts, drenched chair, expanding puddle on the floor, and public humiliation all reminded her of why this simply wasn’t an option. “480.” Crinkling paper and pen scribbling gnawed at Kyra’s eardrums. These noises became the only outward sensation that Kyra was aware of for the next few minutes, besides the lava-lamp movement of burning and boiling in the entire lower-half of her body. “481,” croaked the attendant. ‘One more.’ Kyra repeated that thought over and over. The two words became the final bit of motivation she needed to hang on. However, her bladder’s exhaustion from its marathon began to strike. The dreadful pains below re-materilaized beneath Kyra’s skin. Her rock-solid bladder bulged out, hyper-aware of even the slightest pressures. Her belt and waistband, despite loosened, strangled her abdomen. Even her shirt resting atop her gut resembled the weight of a person sitting on her lap.The excruciating aches returned full-force, as though a full-grown adult baby was attempting to claw itself free from her belly. Kyra knew she had only minutes to spare. She thought about just cutting her losses and leaving now - surely she could last the 5 minute drive home. “482.” Her number. Kyra looked up at the now-empty line. Just 10 feet of floor space stretched between her and the front desk. Kyra slowly and painstakingly unraveled herself off the chair. It made her car exit seem like nothing. This time, Kyra thought her brain would explode from the amount of willpower it took to hang out as she bent her body forwards and stood up from the chair. She started seeing spots from the exertion. She sluggishly stepped forward. Each footstep lodged the knife in her bladder deeper, the ten feet seeming like ten miles. “How may I help you?” croaked the attendant. “L-license renewal,” whimpered Kyra, only able to utter a squeak. “I’m sorry, can you say that louder?” Kyra swallowed a gulp of air and repeated, “L-l-license r-renewal..” A soft moan preceded the last syllable. “Alright, I’ll need your current license. I’ll also need you to fill out this form and tell me the names of these signs.” Kyra fumbled through her wallet, her fingers shaking. She finally produced her license and slid it under the window. She then grabbed the desk-mounted visor and looked through the lens at a row of 5 street signs. “Alright ma’am, recite what you see starting from the left.” Kyra took a deep breath. “Stop.” Her muscles strained. “Yield.” Her knees buckled. “Rail Road Crossing.” Her toes curled. “Merge.” Her forehead sweated. “Deer crossing.” She leaked. “Good job. Let me just grab the proper paperwork..” Kyra panicked. A warm trickle inched its way into her panties. Her hand rocketed to her crotch, her ankles twisted, and she hunched over. Another shot of warmth. Kyra could no longer stand by herself. She nearly fell forward, needing to use both hands to support herself against the top of the service desk. She now stood with her feet slightly apart, her legs wobbling ferociously. The biting pain started to slowly but surely claim victory as her exhausted bladder gradually gave out. Another jet spurted into her pants. This time, the patch between her legs expanded. Tears formed in Kyra’s eyes. She knew what was coming, but she continued to fight. Even as another stream burst through the seams and slowly filled her shorts with warm urine, Kyra gritted her teeth and tensed every molecule in her body. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Eventually, her muscles could no longer hold back the flood. Defeated, all they could do was relax. “No…” sobbed Kyra. But it was over. The trickling stream amplified into a raging river. A hot spring geysered into her shorts, causing the dark wet patch to explode in every direction. Kyra’s body convulsed with each successive gush of urine. An array of emotions mixed within her mind - disbelief, disgust, relief, shame, and even a touch of pleasure, which Kyra assumed was simply due to the absence of pain. The cascade splattered against the tiled floor as if someone had just spilled an entire gallon of water. Kyra bent her head down in shame. A tear dripped into her expanding puddle. As her stream continued, it no longer even felt as though she were peeing - only the sensation of relaxed muscles remained. But the growing puddle only confirmed Kyra’s horror that she was in fact still going. After what seemed like an eternity of release, Kyra was finally drained - of energy, of feeling, of pee - everything. The attendant finally heard Kyra’s sobs. “Ma’am, are you okay – oh. Oh my. Oh sweetie, It’s alright. Here, I got your paperwork. Just sign here and don’t worry about the rest, I’ll fill it out with your info. Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll alert the cleaning crew.” Kyra kept sniffling. Through the sobs, she muttered, “I’m sorry..” The attendant’s raspy but endearing voice answered, “Oh hun, don’t you worry. I’ve seen much worse on this job, believe me. Here, take this for your car.” She handed Kyra an entire roll of paper towels. She accepted the gift, and with another sniffle, whimpered, “Thank you…” Kyra wanted nothing more but to disappear. She signed the paper with vibrating fingers and left the building, her tennis shoes squeaking against the floor from her pee puddle. She left wet footprints on the concrete on the way to her car. Unraveling nearly half the roll, she completely covered her seat. She then sat her soggy bottom onto the seat and drove home. Despite tears continuingly to pour against her face, Kyra couldn’t help but relish in the weightlessness of her pee-free body. Lingering waves of relief emanated from her bladder. Still, Kyra couldn’t believe what she had just done. A grown adult peeing her pants in a public place? The thought of anyone finding out devastated her. She would need to be more careful next time.

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I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!

What kind of clothes do you find the best to wet in? Tight pants like shorts and jeans? Or loose fitting skirts and pajamas? Same applies to underwear, briefs, panties, boxers, etc. A question for any and all genders as well.

Hi! Im gonna be doing this hold, inspired by the most recent holder in this catagory. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=57308 Im making this thread as an accountability thread so I dont chicken out (hopefully) Right now at a 3/10. I would also like commands about edging, masturbating, nipple play, etc. I have a vibrator, and only do clitoral stimulation atm

Another long pee View File This was from a while ago. I remember waking up around 8am on a saturday, I felt pretty full but decided to skip my morning pee. I made it to about 3pm before I couldn't wait anymore. I was trying to go for longer than a minute straight, I made it to about 50 seconds when it tapered off. Guess I'll have to keep trying. Submitter nakasette Submitted 06/29/2022 Category Male  

Hey all! I'm doing a hold - I forgot to post earlier, but I've been holding for several hours now. I've had 1.25 litres of water and 1.5 litres of pineapple juice and am at a 7/10. I'll post my wetting vid in the aforementioned section, but for now, let me tell you how desperate I am. I'm chugging water as much at a time as I can and I'm trying to distract myself with YouTube. I'm dancing in my seat and holding myself, but I'm getting more and more desperate by the second. I've been holding for 4 and a half hours. I'm aiming for 6 or 8 hours! If I fail, I'll piss out of my window. If I succeed, I'll do so in the toilet.

Ella Berry was a woman. At the age of 18, she still had rather small breasts (a B cup), with minimal curves but her boyfriend still found her beautiful. Ella prided herself on having a strong bladder and never used public toilets. Also the only sign she’d show of needing a pee is crossing her legs and shifting ightly, occasionally moaning quietly with need. But if there was a delay, Ella would be in trouble. One day, she’d had to pee in an alley as she could not make it home in time. Today was a delay day. Ella already had a full bladder as the train was leaving. So her legs were crossed really tightly, to keep her liquid in. However her heart sank when: ”Excuse me - delays. Up to 2 hours of delay expected. Sorry” Ella squirmed harder and audibly whimpered promoting her boy friend to say ”You OK?” ”Mm… I just really need the loo..” She moaned. ”Ah.” TBc

So this literally just happened; I'm still shaking from the adrenaline but I had to rush and come tell y'all about the most exciting thing that's happened to me yet: It's almost two a.m. where I am right now. About an hour and a half ago my apartment neighbors decided to start being loud even though it was after midnight and I haven't gotten any sleep in almost two days so I needed to leave. Thankfully my parents are out of town atm so I just packed my laptop and phone up and decided to head over to their place. The only problem was that I really needed to pee. I was doing kind of an unplanned hold from earlier in the evening -- it's 100 degrees in the shade here even at six p.m. right now so being outside even for a few minutes makes me dehydrated and I had drunk a pretty good bit of water, then gone and gotten a 16 oz. lemonade with my dinner (with crushed ice). On top of all of that one of my usual 8 oz. glasses of sweet iced tea. The urge had been building pretty steadily all evening and night and I was squirmy and right on the verge of uncomfortable but I decided I could hold it until I got to my parents' -- it's just a ten minute drive... and it's not like I dislike the feeling of holding, anyway. So I went downstairs and got in my car and started off. Then I started thinking about how I've been craving ihop for months and I spontaneously turned the car around to head 4 miles in the other direction to get some. But as I said I'm tired, not thinking straight, and by the time I got to the restaurant I didn't want any anymore and didn't think I was even hungry enough; plus I needed to pee, and I definitely couldn't have stood and ordered a whole meal and waited for it to be cooked. So I just kept going, made a loop back around, and ended up going an extra five miles to get to my parents'. The whole time I was driving I had one hand in my crotch, squirming in my seat, feeling that intense borderline painful pressure of my swollen bladder pressed against the seatbelt. I had to stop for gas because my tank was already low and by that point I was bursting; I was really fidgety at the pump and kept shifting around, squeezing my thighs and hoping no one saw me. I got to the house; got out of the car. A wave of desperation came over me when I moved -- that feeling like my bladder dropped -- and I felt myself actually leak the tiniest bit. Anyone who is familiar with my stories knows I'm not a leaker so I freaked out; I was at that stage where it was hard to move and definitely to bend over, so I had to carefully edge my way to my laptop and phone so I could get them out of the car. Then I had to go through a whole ordeal of holding them in one hand and crossing my legs almost double as I bent to lift the garage door with the other. I am really glad it was so late at night because I'm sure I was putting on quite the show! When I got into the garage I felt another wave of that intense pressure come over me and I knew I wasn't going to make it all the way inside. I locked the door behind me as fast as I could and set my stuff down on my mom's car. Then I raced into the backyard -- my hands were shaking -- and looked around frantically for something to use. I was bent double now that I was sure no one could see me, gripping myself and moaning softly. My bladder was so tight against the waistband of my shorts and I was honestly just on the verge of spreading my legs right there on the concrete when I saw one of my mom's giant potted plants. I hurried over to it, one hand on my waistband, and tugged my shorts and underwear down, stepping out of one leg and holding them off to the side as I crouched, thighs straining, over the pot. I was so tense from the awkward position I was afraid it wouldn't work but after just a few seconds I felt a little sense of release and looked down to see my stream gushing out. I had to go so bad it was hard to control it but I did try and actually spray harder than I would have normally so that I could flex the muscles and maintain some control. I was panting from relief as my pee hissed and flowed out of me and into the soil. It felt so good to have that pressure relieved; after a while my stream did stop just due to the awkward position but I could still feel so much inside of me so I waited a little while and then it started up again! It felt so good to just squat there pissing in the backyard over the potted plant, holding onto the pot with one hand for support and shaking from relief as my poor bladder finally finished emptying itself. I squeezed a little to make sure everything was out and a few more spurts actually came out and splattered into the dirt. Then I tugged my shorts and underwear back up and finally went inside.