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Another wetting View File A 2 liter dump that your favorite bot, Shizuku decided to make it seem like 4 liters. Submitter Watch3r Submitted 07/06/2020 Category Male  

So today a lot of stores in my area reopened for the first time since the lockdown started. I really didn't want to go out in the crowds, but I needed to go and pick up some necessary food items and medication, so I got up grudgingly and put on some red boxers, a darker red pair of tights, and some brand new denim shorts I got recently. Before I left my house I drank a decently tall glass of water, then put on my mask and left. It was about an hour's walk to the shops without using public transport, so the water had plenty of time to reach my bladder. Though my bladder is fairly small, it wasn't enough to worry me yet. However, the heat of the day was pretty intense, and once I was browsing the grocery store I decided to get a bottle of Coke to keep me energised and hydrated for the walk back. Needless to say this was a bad idea. I bought the soda and a few other bits, then gulped down about 1/2 of it (250ml) before moving onto the next store. By the time I was done with my shopping, I did notice a definite need to pee. I knew I probably had an hour, so I'd be okay, but I didn't consider that, during the course of the second shop, I'd also finished off my soda. As I left the stores, the other 250ml of liquid hit my bladder and a small leak spurted into my shorts (1st image). I let out what I'd imagine was a slightly audible yelp, and hurriedly walked out of the shop, hoping to get home. I made it about halfway before another, much bigger leak escaped. After this large leak, I stopped in the middle of the street and saw there was now a slightly bigger patch on my clothing, so I upped my pace. This didn't stop another sizeable leak before I got home though... As I reached my apartment I rushed inside, then sat on the toilet and let my stream out, inspecting the damage to each layer of clothing. Now I'm lying on my bed in my damp shorts and thinking about my next hold...

Long queue Larissa, Chloe, Natasha and Eve helped each other with make up, clothing adjustments and hair accessories as they excitedly got ready to see Young and Free in concert. ‘You got the tickets safe Chloe?’ ‘Yes in my bag all ready. See? Oh come on Eve your hair looks amazing honestly! The taxi will be here in less than ten minutes now.’ ‘Would you like me to take these glasses downstairs Larissa? Will I just put them in the kitchen?’ ‘Yeah yeah that’s perfect. Mum will put them in the dishwasher. Thanks’ All four had been nibbling crisps and nuts and drinking wine and fizzy juice as they got ready. They had been getting dressed and prepared for well over an hour when they heard a loud toot outside and Larissa’s mum shouted up. ‘Girls! You need to come down NOW! That’s the taxi here! Have a great time girls and remember to stay together and stay safe. Call me Larissa if you need me ok! You know I won’t go to bed until you are back home safe!’ As the four dolled up students raced downstairs to grab coats and jackets and head into the taxi Larissa kissed her mum on the cheek and quickly reassured her. Safe in the taxi the girls giggled excitedly as the taxi headed to the outskirts of the city to the large concert hall. Joining the long queue to get in Eve giggled and crossed her legs. ‘I ought to have used the toilet before we left! I hope we get inside soon as I really wanna wee.’ ‘Me too!’ ‘What are you two like! There must be over 100 people in front of us! Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine ok!’ After initially not moving at all finally the queue began moving faster and within twenty minutes the girls were all inside the large atrium and looking for the toilets. ‘I vote we all go now. I’m bursting! ‘Yeah me too! Look I see some!’ The four girls made their way towards the ladies weaving through the crowds, stalls and stewards as they did so. It appeared everyone else at the concert was doing likewise but thankfully for all four girls the queue moved steadily and all four got to relieve themselves before being able to buy some drinks and sweets and heading into the auditorium. ‘This is going to be epic!’ Natasha shouted above the noise of the crowd. ‘Absolutely! Look it’s starting!’ Eve screamed back. With load bangs and fireworks the live concert began in style and the girls jumped, danced and sang throughout, each of them finishing the drinks and sweets they had bought and buying more in the interval. When out buying more juice Chloe glanced towards the toilets but the queue was out the door so she decided not to bother. The second half started with more fireworks and more smoke which had the audience screaming with excitement. When the band called up a few people from the crowd the place went wild with excitement but sadly none of the four students were picked, much to all their disappointments. Finally the three hour event drew to a close and the girls joined the long queue to leave the auditorium, the stewards filing everyone out in seat order. As they waited on their row being ushered out Chloe crossed her legs. ‘Can we go straight to the toilets please?’ ‘Again?’ ‘Yes! I was going to go at the break but the queue was out the door. I’ll never make it home honestly girls. I’m bursting!’ Eve moved from foot to foot behind Chloe. ‘She’s not the only one Larissa. I didn’t want to miss any of that but I’ve been wanting to go for ages. Come on! Why haven’t they let our row out yet?’ Natasha kept quiet but secretly she was delighted Chloe had mentioned the ladies. She too was desperate but way too embarrassed to say. It seemed only Larissa didn’t want to go but Natasha wasn’t sure if that was just bravado. She often tried to hold off longer than the rest of them but then Natasha had seen her having to go behind a bush more than once as her bravado broke and she was almost wetting herself. Natasha smiled but tightened her muscles hoping it wasn’t obvious how desperate she was too. ‘Right ok! We’ll go straight the the toilets then call the cab. It’s heaving here so maybe there will be a few less people by then. At least we are moving now. Try stick together. It’s madness here! The girls filed out into the large auditorium and headed for the ladies. They went straight to the ones they used earlier but Chloe protested that the queue wasn’t just out the door but almost back to the main entrance this time! ‘What? There’s no way I can wait in that! I’ll wee myself before I even get inside the door!’ Natasha silently agreed as she felt another spasm but tried to look as natural as possible. Larissa laughed ‘even I would be bursting by the time we got to those toilets and I don’t even need it!’ (Which was a lie but she wasn’t going to let the others know that) Chloe danced around high on alcohol and the music. ‘We need to find some other ones! Come on!’ The group headed further along the large wide atrium going against the crowd and heading away from the main door. They were stopped by an usher. ‘Hey you’re going the wrong way! The exit is this way please.’ Chloe, the boldest, went right up to the tall male usher. ‘Hey mate. Listen. I really need the loo. We’re just looking for a ladies ok?’ ‘Well you won’t find any up this way sorry. There’s some at the entrance on your right.’ Larissa spoke up. ‘Yes we saw those ones but the line is HUGE and my friend Chloe here will pee herself in that queue. Come on! Let us use some other ones? Please?’ The usher stood firm. ‘Sorry ladies. For security reasons you can’t go any further. I’m afraid you need to head back to the entrance. Thank you.’ Natasha was mortified. Not only did she hate breaking rules but she felt so embarrassed that Larissa, her friend, had embarrassed Chloe by telling a stranger she was about to pee herself. Granted Chloe was dancing around holding herself like a kindergarten child but even so! She pulled at Larissa and Eve’s arms and walked towards the entrance. Eve remained quiet too but she did comment softly that she hoped the queue would move quick. Natasha did too. The queue was still almost at the entrance but the four girls reluctantly joined anyway. ‘What about we just call a cab and go at our own homes?’ Larissa asked five minutes later when they had barely moved. Chloe, who was still dancing, answered first. ‘God no! By the time you call a cab, then we wait, then it drops Eve and you off I’ll be sitting in a puddle. Just let’s wait here now. At least it’s moving a bit. God I’m bursting though!’ Eve moved from foot to foot her hands in her jeans shorts pocket. ‘I’d rather wait too please.’ ‘Ok! But this is madness!’ Natasha tried standing still but even concentrating hard the pulses between her legs were strong and the need to move intense. The lined moved a little more but the conversation became less as each girl battled her own private war. Finally they could at least see the door though there was still over twenty girls in front. Chloe lost more and more dignity as she pressed both hands between her miniskirt and tights, her far too high shoes making it hard for her to balance. ‘I’m dying to pee so much. Do you think anyone would let me skip the queue? I have to go so badly it’s ridiculous. I so need to pee!’ Eve flushed as a strong urge hid. She silently crossed her legs and leaned on the wall though she could feel her underwear getting damp. She ached for release so much. She too doubted if she would make it. Natasha tapped her foot on the floor willing the queue to disappear as her urethra pushed and pushed rhythmically against her leather trousers and thong. Larissa wasn’t going to let on how much her bladder hurt but the waist on her jeans was digging in so when the others weren’t looking so up did the top button. That helped a little but not much. A short while later and Chloe was almost in tears. ‘I’m not gonna make it. I can’t hold this. It’s so urgent!’ Eve tried to encourage her though she doubted if she would manage either. ‘It’s ok Clo. It’s moving again see. We’re at the door now.’ But it was no good. Brazen, bursting and bolstered by alcohol Chloe hunched down against the wall as a loud hiss made the others stare. ‘Sorry! I just couldn’t wait another second!’ Pee formed a large warm puddle around her high strappy shoes as the pressure burst through her knickers and tights in a powerful stream. ‘Oh God. That’s so much better though!’ The others looked at Chloe with a mix of shock, jealousy and disbelief. Larissa spoke first. ‘Geez you can pee girl! Bet you won’t be the first to do that here! This is crazy having to wait this long!’ While everyone had been watching Chloe Eve had been forced to loosen the button on her jeans shorts such was the ache in her bladder. She rubbed her distended bladder as she leaned against the wall, avoiding the spreading puddle. It was getting beyond uncomfortable and now painful to keep holding the huge amount of urine her bladder held. As the queue moved again Chloe stood up and stepped over her puddle looking embarrassed but happy. Natasha was now in the lead and just inside the door she could now see a row of cubicles on each side but worse was the ladies washing their hands. She pressed a hand between the crotch of her leather trousers. ‘Oh my God this is torture! First seeing someone pee themselves now seeing folk washing hands. I really really need to go so bad’, which showed as she paced from foot to foot with a hand tight between her legs. Larissa never admitted needing to pee. She was proud of that but even she was struggling to keep her need hidden. ‘It’s bad isn’t it. Even I’m bursting now we’ve been waiting this long!’ They moved a little more but Eve stood silently leaning against the wall concentrating so much so hadn’t noticed the queue move. Chloe noticed she hadn’t moved, ‘Eve? You ok there? You falling asleep?’ Little did anyone know that pulling Eve out her holding zone would be too much. She turned as Chloe called her name but the lapse of concentration when another crucifying urge surged through her was all it took. Eve looked down ashamed in silence as warm liquid dribbled down her inside leg as the crotch of her denim shorts changed colour. With her arms rigid straight by her side, her hands tightly clenched to try and stop peeing it was all too little too late as against all her fight urine continued to race down both her bare legs and into her pump shoes. She hadn’t even made it into the door let alone a cubicle. Oh the shame. Chloe giggled, Natasha marched on the spot frantically inside the door and Larissa tried acting cool despite an intense need to piss overwhelming her. Chloe found it hilarious no longer being alone in embarrassment. ‘Two down! Two to go! Haha!’ Natasha’s pride took over. ‘What do you mean? I ain’t gonna piss myself! No chance! You two wait outside. Larissa and I will be back soon! The door closed behind Natasha as the queue moved again. Now just six in front including Larissa who was now unashamedly dancing like Chloe had and moaning. Finally a stall became available and Larissa ran in, yanking her tight leather trousers down as best she could but only getting them barely over her butt cheeks when the heavens opened! Pee gushed our furiously as Larissa tried learning forwards to make her pee stream fire backwards to avoid soaking her clothes. Hovering over the pan she felt tipsy with delight, even dizzy at finally getting release after so long. Her pee kept flowing steadily whilst Natasha was still outside waiting. Finally another stall became free and Natasha walked in. Inside facing the toilet the intensity of her need became incredibly strong and try as she might her jeans just wouldn’t budge over her distended bladder. She shook with need as first a dribble then a strong trickle escaped. She tried pulling at her jeans again but they just wouldn’t budge. With no choice left she sat on the toilet and wanted to scream as her bladder gave out and her jeans got soaked. This couldn’t be happening! Not to her! But it was, just as it happened to Chloe and Eve and almost happened to Larissa. It’s just what can happen when you can’t go because of a long queue. It really can happen to any woman.

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Hi there! So the past few days, I have had the worst bout of tonsillitis of my life. We don't think it's Coronavirus, but my doc has recommended I follow Covid procedure just to be safe, since there's some overlap in the symptoms, and no tests to be taken. So I'm off work for two weeks, and now that I'm capable of doing more than laying in bed, feeling feverish and sorry for myself while staring at reddit, the fortnight at home has given me plenty of time to write. I've been drawing inspiration from some of the times in the past couple years I've had genuine accidents. They're rare, despite what it may seem, and normally if I want to have an accident I'll deliberately set myself up for one. I wanted to tell you today about a completely genuine, unplanned accident I had just over a year ago, before I moved in to my current living situation. So strap in for another overly detailed, long-winded tale! The place I lived in before this was a house shared among three people, including the landlord. Someone, we shall never figure out who, tried to wash one of the landlord's dog beds in the communal washing machine. It tore itself to shreds, and got cushion fluff all into the inner mechanics of the washing machine, rendering it beyond repair. I lived in the same city as my parents then, and they were happy to let me borrow the washing machine. The place my parents live isn't the same place I grew up in. They have a proper Rust Belt apartment, complete with narrow hallways, rickety stairs with uneven, open gaps between them, handy thin walls you can chat to your neighbors through, a single shaky upstairs toilet I hate using, and more room in the basement than in the main living room. Why they chose to move there I'll never fully understand, but I was grateful to have a place to clean all my clothes, especially since I had put this trip off and now needed to wash the majority of my wardrobe. Besides, I hadn't seen them in a couple months, and this was the perfect excuse to have a nice, long visit with them. My dad has a white collar job, but a blue collar heart, so the first thing he did when I got there Friday evening with my enormous bag of clothes, was produce a twelve pack for us to drink together. I loaded my first batch of laundry into the tiny, clunky, old washing machine in the basement, came back upstairs, and enjoyed a beer with my dad (while watching him enjoy three or four) out on the porch in the cool spring air. It had yet to fully shake off winter, but the first brave few fireflies were out regardless. We watched them twinkle while dusk fell, swapping rants about work, politics, whatever. It was on the way back down the wooden, wobbly old stairs to the basement I first noticed my bladder was filling. It wasn't bad, like a 3/20, and besides, I hate using their toilet. My dad was rounding the corner on his fifth beer at this point anyway, so he'd be going to bed soon, and I wanted to keep chewing the fat with him, so I ignored it. By the time he hugged me goodnight and went to bed, it had built to a 5/20, but I had it in my head I could make it until I left their place and got back home. Besides, I only had two beers over three hours (I had to drive after all!) so it's not as if I was constantly filling my bladder with drink. I followed my dad back into their cramped living room, bid my goodbyes to him with my mom, and sat down with her to charge my phone and chat. My mom had me well later in life, and falls very early in the Baby Boomer range. As such, she's an old fashioned lady enjoying her retirement, with her cats and TV and is just now learning the wonders of Facebook. I took the opposite end of the couch to her, and let her fill me in on what was happening with the debates on TV. She told me they bought some of my favorite sparking water just for my visit, and to help myself to that and whatever was in the fridge. I swear, this isn't the first time Waterloo Black Cherry was my undoing. I thanked her, and grabbed a couple cans for myself and some snacks for us to share while we watched TV. I still remember our conversation when I came back: "Are you sure you're comfortable in those shorts, honey? Do you want to change into some different pants?" Which was her way of saying she didn't quite approve of how far up my thighs my cutoff jean shorts rode and how much leg I was showing off. "No, Mom, I'm comfortable. I only wear these while I'm doing laundry anyway." That seemed to reassure her. Our conversation kept me interested enough I hardly noticed my ever-growing need for the toilet, or just how much I was putting into my taxed bladder. I drank at least three cans of sparking water, talking to my mom about all the usual suspects. More politics, her cats, the majesty of Facebook, and how exactly she could sign up for Twitter and why she really shouldn't, and by the time the timer on my phone went off I really had to piss at a solid 13/20. But, fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I am nothing if not a stubborn idiot. I inherited exactly two things from my Irish/Native American father: 1) A love for alcohol, and 2) sheer, inflexible, utterly spiteful stubbornness. My bladder had been bothering me enough over the last hour and a half I had grown resentful of it. I was going to hold it, damn it, at least until I was done with my laundry. Then, maybe, if my bladder didn't bug me too much I could go before I left. What a mistake that turned out to be. My bladder sloshed inside me as I made my way downstairs to put my final load of laundry in the washing machine. As it turned out, the machine still had a good 10 minutes on the end of its cycle, which was just short enough I figured I should just wait in the basement. I put on a brave face and ignored my bladder's protests, emptied penultimate bundle of clothes into my bag, and waited. My need grew to a 16/20 while the washing machine completed its cycle, every single splash of water within the machine seemingly punching me in the bladder. I unfolded an old, dusty outdoor chair in storage and tried to sit in it, hoping that it would help relieve the pressure. I unzipped my little jean shorts, letting the bulge of my bladder expand outward. Neither helped as much as I had hoped, and I felt the barest amount of moisture wet my panties. So I went from chair to wiggling my hips frantically in front of the washing machine, willing it to end, before returning to the chair again. If I were smart I just would've gone up stairs and peed, but no, stubborn as the ass I am, I stood there, desperate as all hell, willing myself to make it through. I reminded myself I used to hold it for 8 hours at a time in school, this was nothing. I am not going to wet myself in my parent's basement like a little girl. With 3 minutes left I was twisting my legs around, trying so hard to hold on, but not slip out of my flip-flops. I had both hands pressed hard against my crotch, now at an 18/20 as I felt the first few proper leaks into my panties and through my shorts. I felt the warm, silky liquid against my hands and realized this was not going to happen. I was losing. There was no way I was even making it up two flights of stairs to the bathroom, let alone making it until I could switch my laundry over. You'd think I'd find the situation hot, but, at the time, I was mostly just embarrassed. I started casting around for any solution to my issue, anywhere I could put this bladder full of piss when it inevitably gushed out of me. I considered hopping up onto a step-stool and hanging my ass over the utility sink under the stairs, but the angle of said stairs made that impossible. I still waddled my way over, trying to figure a way to squat over it or something, but no, there was no way. Another squirt of liquid hissed out me, through my saturated panties and wet crotch into my hands. I shook the droplets off as best I could, and wiggled in desperation. Each solution I ran through in my brain got more and more absurd. I saw a drain in the middle of the basement floor, but no, it was blocked, and I had no idea how to unblock it. I saw a bucket in the corner, but when I managed to trudge over to it, my legs held almost stock-still together, I realized there was a huge crack in the center, and I would just be peeing on the floor. Hell, I considered finding a corner behind the clutter, squatting, and relieving myself and hoping that my family either didn't notice or blamed it on the cat, but no, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Another huge, warm gush came uncontrollably out of my pussy, and ran down both my legs. This time I felt a twinge of relief on my aching bladder, and could barely resist the urge to just let go. There was a small puddle on the floor now, and another jet of pee added to it. I groaned, clenched as hard as I could under the pressure of both hands, and tried to make a last-ditch run up the steps. Every step I took on that ancient staircase with uneven spacing, another squirt came out of me. I was leaving pissy, flip-flop footprints on every other step. The squirts had become a solid, thin stream now that I couldn't get under control. I made it around the bend in the stairs, and I was almost to the kitchen when I just couldn't take it any more. My bladder won, and any semblance of control I had vanished. Piss gushed into my panties, through the soaked denim of my shorts, ran down my legs, and dripped down between the slats of the old wooden staircase. A tiny trickle of pee formed between my still-clenched thighs as I dropped my hands, awash in the relief of finally letting go. I swore and groaned in spite of myself, feeling my bladder finally empty. I took a step back, so the trickle of piss now running over my knees would end up between the slats of the stairs. My long-tormented bladder finished emptying just as the buzzer on that old washing machine went off. I slipped off my flip-flops, picked my way back down the stairs in my dripping jean shorts. I threw my shoes in the utility sink to rinse them off, stripped naked below the waist, and used what little fabric on my shorts wasn't saturated with pee to soak up the excess piss off my legs. At least I had another load of laundry to do anyway, so I washed my hands, put the now-clean laundry into the drier, and fished a pair of leggings out of my last load to wear commando. After adding the soaked shorts and underwear to the final load of laundry and starting it, I did what I could to wipe up the puddles with some paper towels, and walked back up stairs. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this! I feel like I might be getting too verbose, but this is how I write stories naturally. Let me know if you have any feedback, and if you have, thanks for reading!

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In this video Alisha wets herself almost as soon as she arrives at a video shoot because she is so desperate to pee. We had a video shoot planned with Alisha, and she had a bit of a drive to get there. Before arriving at the location she called ahead to say that she really needed to pee, bad, and wanted to make sure everything was ready to go when she got there. A few minutes later she pulls up, gets out of her car, and is already crossing her legs and holding herself. It is clear that we don’t have time to go into a planned scene. Instead, we simply turned the camera on Alisha and started recording. The result is this video, were you get to see Alisha bouncing around in desperation, ultimately peeing in her denim shorts as we watch.

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Unfortunate Uri Uriah, known better by his friends and family as Uri, couldn’t wait to see his cousins after 9 long weeks in lockdown. He’d stayed in contact via phone and internet but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person as he’d spent his childhood and youth with them most days. Being an only child they were more like brothers to him than mere cousins. He had so much in common with them and they all regularly had lads weekends away which Uri was sorely missing too. Not keen on public transport so soon after so many had died from Coronavirus Uri dug his bicycle out of the garage and cycled the four miles to Nile and Andre’s. It was a beautiful sunny day so he put on his royal blue cycling shorts and a loose t-shirt and set off. At first a little wobbly but by the first main road Uri was loving the freedom and exercise after being at home for over two months without the gym. Nile and Andre started the bbq and filled the ice box with drinks. They set up camping chairs in the front garden making sure Uri’s was two metres from theirs. With their elderly parents inside there was no way they could risk bringing any germs or viruses in the house and as much as they looked forward to having Uri over they knew all too well that having him enter the house was not only against government rules but would go against their own common sense in trying to protect their parents. They made sure they had everything they needed including separate cutlery and paper plates so there was no sharing of anything. Unused to cycling Uri took longer than he anticipated to get to the house and arrived sweating and thirsty. It was hard not to hug his cousins or even shake their hands but he rested the bike against their fence and took his seat in the front garden in what was a very familiar house to him. He waved to his uncle and aunt through the front window and opened a can of Fanta gulping it down as he was so thirsty from the cycle over. Uri, Nile and Andre soon relaxed, eating, drinking and laughing together and enjoying being with each other. They had so much to catch up on and conversation flowed easily. None of the young men were overly interested in alcohol, much preferring soft drinks In keeping with their Indian custom and religion. That didn’t hinder them drinking and eating though as a couple of hours passed easily. Uri glanced at his watch as he opened his third can of juice, the warm sunny weather meaning he was much more thirsty than had he been inside. It was gone 2:30pm already which surprised him as time was passing quickly in the presence of family after a long departure. It seemed strange not seeing and chatting to his aunt and uncle inside but Uri asked frequently how they were and smiled as they came to the window once or twice. Not only would he love to hug them, kiss their cheeks and talk to them face to face he also wished he could enter the house to get a break from the sun, but ideally to use their bathroom too. Uri knew exactly where it was. He’s stayed over so often and knew the house as if it was his own. He could close his eyes and visualise the bathroom tiles, the stripes on the shower curtain and the white shell shaped sink. Most of all he could easily visually the clean white toilet with its doll toilet roll holder sitting on top of the cistern and the button on top that you pressed to flush. Uri’s thoughts affected his bladder quite clearly and he crossed his legs on his camping chair. However, when Miles started talking about racing again Uri was back laughing and chatting and forgetting his need again. Then another urge would hit and he’d shift in the chair again, whilst still eating, drinking and chatting. They had been outside hours when Uri noticed Andre had gone quiet. He seemed very distracted and distance with his legs crossed like Uri and his face a little tense. ‘You ok Andre my man?’ ‘Yeah you bet mate. Just all this lockdown stuff on my mind there. I think I’ll just...maybe check on mum and dad a moment if you don’t mind? I’ll be right back.’ At that Andre stood up and briskly headed inside. ‘Mum’s been a bit down some days. She’s missing her friends at the Mandir and the bingo so much. She worries about dad’s health too. And her family in India too. We think it’s hard here but it’s so much worse there you know Uri.’ ‘I know mate. It’s heartbreaking’ Uri had been thinking of heading home. His bladder was uncomfortably full and he really wanted to run into the house and use the bathroom so badly but knew he couldn’t. But it felt rude to leave Nile alone and he was hoping Andre would return soon and let him know how his aunt and uncle were. Five minutes later Andre returned looking much happier and more relaxed than before. ‘How they doing mate? Aunt Fatima ok? What about Uncle Banjeet?’ ‘Yeah they are fine mate. Mum just making tea for them when I passed her. Dad watching TV. I didn’t get to say much really as I had to run to the toilet sorry.’ ‘Oh so glad you said that Andre! I’m sitting here dying for a piss but didn’t want to leave Uri out here himself. Shame he can’t come in isn’t it. Mum would so love to kiss you Uri.’ ‘I know! I’d love to come in. You two are not the only ones with full bladders. You sure I can’t just use your toilet before I go?’ Nile looked at Uri who sat with his legs crossed and knees turned to the side. Nile was moving from foot to foot waiting for Andre to move out the doorway as he moved his eyes from Uri to Andre. ‘Andre and I agreed. We need to stick to the rules Uri. Dad could get so ill. You know mum was so worried when Boris said we could meet now. She’s hardly slept thinking of you coming over and maybe dad catching something. You know how ill he was with the chemotherapy last year.’ ‘I know. I remember. Honestly it’s fine. I’ll head home soon and go there. It’s cool.’ ‘Andre, any chance I could get past you? God I need a wizz with all this juice!’ ‘Oh yeah, sorry.’ Andre sat down chatting to Uri though Uri struggled to stay focussed as his need to go seemed to suddenly increase now he had voiced it to his cousins. ‘So when’s your furlough finishing Uri? You gonna use that bike to get to work now instead of the bus?’ ‘Not sure yet to be honest. Listen I think I’d better head home. Thanks for the food and drink. It’s been amazing seeing you...’ ‘Uri, you can’t go without saying goodbye to Nile! Man he’d go crazy! Just wait until he’s back ok?’ Uri stood up hoping the strong urge to piss might ease a little. Instead it increased and Uri paced the garden as he waited for his cousin to return to say goodbye. ‘Uri you going to be ok to cycle? You look a bit anxious my man?’ ‘I actually don’t know Nile. I’m quite desperate for the toilet to be honest with you. I never really thought about the fact I might need to go and the idea of cycling when I might piss myself is really not appealing at all.’ Uri continued pacing the garden anxiously waiting on Nile returning. ‘Shit man Just thinking about where Nile is right now isn’t helping. I’m thinking...what about if I pissed against the apple tree out the back?’ Andre sat on the camping seat laughing. ‘Uri, you cant get to the tree or the back garden without going through the house can you you idiot! Why do you think we are sitting out here?’ ‘Crap. Never thought about that. Come on Nile. Actually Andre I think I might head just now. Tell Nile I am sorry. I just needed to get home.’ ‘You bad mate? It’s just so unfortunate that you can’t just use our toilet. I know I was dying to go there and pissed for ages. It was such a relief actually.’ ‘Leave it out Andre! You are not helping here. You got a bottle or something?’ ‘No way mate! The garden is open air and there’s people walking past all the time. Even if I did have a bottle you can’t piss out here! I’ll go see if Nile is back and you can get away. Just wait a second ok?’ Uri mounted his bike glad at least for some pressure against his aching crotch. He bounced on the seat a bit anxiously trying to hold back the massive flood that wanted out. Without either cousin watching he cupped his crotch too and rubbed and pinched. Just then both men appeared at the front door. ‘Sorry Uri. It wasn’t for stopping! You know what’s it’s like! Anyway was great to see you. We’ll need to catch up again soon.’ Uri was already heading out the gate as he waved to his family and peddled fast to get home before his bladder could hold back no longer. Uri did his utmost to hold, concentrating and squeezing whilst trying to peddle and steer all at the same time. He couldn’t recall being so desperate in a long time but at least the peddling was pushing his dick about a bit keeping him from pissing everywhere. It wasn’t until Uri dismounted his cycle at his own home and went to return the bike to the garage that things suddenly changed. Now off the bike and standing up Uri experienced a powerful urge and before he could grab himself he felt a strong jet of warm liquid rush through his briefs and seep through his cycle shorts. Anxious to prevent any more wetness Uri grabbed himself tightly as he climbed the back stairs of his house and unlocked the back door. But it was too much and too late as another long jet shot out causing Uri’s hairy legs to drip with urine as all Uri could do was stand upright as his body gave in to urge after urge and hours of holding a busting bladder finally eased as his body relaxed and exploded on his own back door step. Uri turned the key and was just walking in when he heard his neighbour, a young mum who was out hanging her washing and had seen everything, shouting over. ‘Sorry Mr Yosaf. That was rather unfortunate wasn’t it?’ Uri ran inside, embarrassed, ashamed and soaking wet. ‘Damn that stupid rule of not using others toilets. Damn Coronavirus! I can’t believe I pissed myself! Oh the shame!’

View File Can't stop leaking... Hey guys. Remember when we had short hair? No? Me neither. This was one I did a while back, where I went for a 'sporty' look with gym shorts, running tights and sports socks. I had drunk so much cola beforehand, I just kept on leaking and sporting into my clothes. Eventually, I cant hold on any longer, and I proceed to flood myself. It felt so good, especially with the wet spandex over my crotch. I hope you guys enjoy this one. I think my facial expressions give a good idea of how bad I have to piss. Love you all Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 05/31/2020 Category Male  

View File Shorts, Spandex and Socks I think this is perhaps the most colourful wetting I've done so far. This was part of a hold challenge; last an hour whilst drinking several cans of cola. Obviously it didn't end well. I was requested by my torturer to wear my pink leggings and my blue spandex shorts, which are the TIGHTEST shorts in the universe. I think my rainbow knee socks complete the outfit. I nearly lasted the hour, but with a few minutes left, I could tell I was about to loose it, so I ran to the bath and prepared for the flood, which was bliss to finally let go. What do you think? I had a lot of fun with this one, especially with this outfit. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did As always, please let me know what you think and if there's something you'd like to see. Love you guys Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 05/29/2020 Category Male  

View File Wetting my shorts and leggings Geez, is this bat flu ever going to end? Hey guys! How have you been? I've been making the best of lockdown and been doing important tasks. Oh, and uni work too So I was doing a hold for someone in my spandex leggings and grey short shorts. Eventually I had to go, so just let it loose on my chair. This was a bit of a hissy pee (why does the hissing sound so good in any vid anyway?), so I hope you guys like this vid. My situation is in a bit of flux right now, but I'll have a couple of weeks to make some vids before I'm back home for a while. As always, please let me know what you think and if you've got any suggestions, please do tell me. I'd love to hear you suggestions! Love you all Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 05/29/2020 Category Male