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  1. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  2. AceJohnson

    Movie holding challenge

    Hey everyone!!! I would like to start off by saying thank you all for the support throughout the last few stories I wrote, It really means a lot! I am very excited to write more about my experiences and share them all with you. Tonight I decided to do a little challenge that I wrote up for my girlfriend, but I thought I might as well try it out too. I basically have to make it through an entire movie without wetting myself but also complete a series of challenges throughout. Here is the complete challenge. "This challenge consists of you watching a movie while you are desperate, however you must change the position you are in at the specified times. You must be fully clothed, and your pants must have a tight or semi-tight waistband. 1.Start off the challenge by getting to the point where you only kind of need to pee 2.Pick a movie of your choice (must be at least 1 hr 45 min long) i. If it is longer, then you may use the remainder of the movie as a break. 3.Drink 6-8 oz every 15 minutes 4.There are going to be 4 positions that you must be in while watching the movie. You have to stay in each one for 15 min and you will get a 15 min break in between each one so set your timer!!! You must complete the positions in this order i.Your computer must be on your legs with your arms crossed on top of your bladder so they press down. ii. Put your computer on your bladder. Press down on your bladder every 5 minutes iii. Lay on your stomach while on a hard surface. You have to rock your hips so that your bladder presses into the ground iv. Sit with you computer in between your legs. You can hold yourself every other minute (one minute on and one minute off) 5. Like I said before you do get 15 minute breaks in between each position. You may choose any position you like as long as you are comfortable. That being said, there are rules to the breaks. i.You can cross your legs for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 they must not be crossed ii.You can hold yourself for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 you cannot. iii. If the movie is longer than 1 hr 45 min then you are allowed to do everything you can to hold on. 6. If you make it all the way to the end of the movie there is one more thing you have to do. i.You must go into your bathroom and sit (fully clothed) on the toilet for 5 minutes. ii.After completing this, you are free to take off everything but your underwear to relieve yourself." I have already had a bit to drink tonight and already feel like I have to go a bit. I honestly have no clue how hard this is going to be, but I will not give up easily. I know some of you already know what I look like, but I am around 6 feet tall, tan, not necessarily skinny or a big guy, I have brown hair, and green eyes. I decided to wear some blue joggers with a tight elastic waistband as well as some light grey boxers underneath. For the movie, I decided to watch Incredibles 2. I have loved the Incredibles since I was a child, and I am so hyped to get to finally watch the second one. I won't really be able to type while I am going the challenge, but I will do my absolute best to cover everything that happens! Alright everyone, with all of that settled, here we go!!! Alright so at the very beginning I had to pee, but not too bad. The first challenge wasn't too hard. Having my arms crossed over my relatively not full bladder was actually pretty comfortable. I actually got to sit and enjoy the movie! Being in this specific situation all I could do was anticipate the ocean of pee that was about to be inside of me. I thought I would be able to make it no problem. Boy was I wrong!!! I got through about 20 minutes and 16 oz of water with absolutely no problem. I was doing just fine. Boom! All of that water that I had just started racing through me and all of the sudden I jumped from about a 4/10 to a 7/10. All of my muscles were tensing up and it became extremely hard to move without any difficulty. I was watching the movie on my bed and even trying to sit up was becoming a problem for me. I was not going to give up until the challenge was over though. I knew that I could make it, and I was absolutely determined to make it all of the way through the entire movie with no problems. I eventually got the the second challenge, and I put my computer right on top of my bladder so that it was digging into me ad I was watching the movie. The waistband on my joggers was not helping at all. It was already digging into me, and I was squirming the entire time trying to find the absolute best position so that I was comfortable. It wasn't going to happen though. I was going to have to sit there, just trying to make it through the next 15 minutes. I began squirming and trying to rock back and forth, but I quickly realized that by rocking it would make my computer press further into my bladder. I kept getting small pings at the bottom of my bladder telling me that I should use the restroom, but I wasn't going to. I wasn't going just give up within the first hour. I just couldn't do that. Ace is stronger than that. Once my break came I quickly downed my next 8 oz of water so that I could focus only on trying to keep myself together. I was crossing my legs and trying my best not to hold myself so I would be able to later during the break. My breathing began to get deep and heavy. All I could focus on was trying to find the most comfortable position I could be in for my breaks so that I might be able to take some of the pressure off of my bladder. My waistband wouldn't allow it though. If I laid down then the skin around my bladder would stretch and put pressure all over and make me whimper. If I sat up then my joggers would just dig right into me and make my need even worse. I pressed down onto my bladder just to see how full it actually was. As I pressed I realized that despite how bad I needed to go already, my bladder was not even hard yet. I was able to easily press into it. Even though it caused me to leak and whimper, It gave me hope for the rest of the challenge. I still had a lot of room to spare. I couldn't bring my hopes up too far though. I still had about 1 hr 15 min left in the movie which meant about 40 more oz to drink. I had only had 24 at the time so by the end of the challenge I would have nearly tripled the amount I already had flowing through me. I heard my timer go off and I immediately downed another 8 oz of water, got into the third position and set my new timer. I was laying down on my floor with my computer out in front of me. Because of the particular way I was positioned I had to be up on my elbows the entire time. This stretched out the skin around my lower abdomen which put even more pressure down onto me. On top of that I had to lay on my stomach on my floor. I was right on top of my bladder. While it wasn't all to bad at first, I was still squirming, breathing heavily, and whimpering. I felt a dribble of pee try to force its way out of my bladder, but I was able to stop the flow before anything happened. It wasn't until I felt all of the water I had just chugged make its way into my bladder that I began to panic. i was only about six minutes into this position and I felt my bladder begin to harden like a rock. I swear I felt my bladder begin to push me off of the ground the more it grew. I began to wince in pain as I got more and more full. I started rocking side to side on my bladder as the instructions specified. It felt like I was rolling on top of one of those exercise balls. I would get to the center of my bladder and just fall over to one side because of how full and round it was. I had managed pretty well keeping my pee inside of me until this point. Every time I was move to one direction I felt my bladder slowly push pee out of itself and into my grey boxers. I was on the floor, on my stomach, I could grab myself or cross my legs without putting even more pressure on my already full bladder. I just had to endure. I kept leaking though. I just couldn't stop it from coming out. I made about a tennis ball sized wet spot on my floor, and an even bigger patch on my pants. I was so happy to finally be able to get up after the fifteen minutes were over. I could barely stand laying on the floor anymore when I heard my timer fire off. Out of pure reflex I shot up from the floor. Let me tell you, that was a very bad decision. The quick motion, and the jolt of my body caused my bladder to spasm and I let out a huge spurt of pee. I immediately crossed my legs and grabbed myself. That's when I remembered that I had to drink more water. I cursed myself for attempting this challenge, but I was not going to let it get the best of me. I am no quitter, and I was for sure going to make it all the way through. Either that or wet myself, which at the time didn't seem like such a far fetched thought. I grabbed my bottle and drank the next 8 oz of water, and immediately regretted it as it instantly started making its way into my already overfilled bladder. I was grabbing myself and and crossing my legs completely disregarding the amount of time on the clock. This was a very bad decision, by the time that 8 minutes passed I had completely used up the allotted tie for me to hold myself and cross my legs. "Why did I do that?!?!?!?!?!?!" I thought to myself as I prepared myself for the next few minutes of agony just waiting for the time to pass. I was leaking uncontrollably. Just feeling the warmth trickle down my legs made everything so much worse. My whole body was shaking and I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it much longer. I had to though. I was so freaking close to my goal. I had about 30 more minutes left in the movie, and I was already a wet mess. I watched the clock count down to zero as my next challenged approached me. I was dreading it. I couldn't spread open my legs! I would wet myself. I had to push through though. My heart sank as I heard my timer go off. How could I possibly have more to drink? Even at this point I felt like I would burst and let it all go if someone poked my bladder. I didn't have any more room!!! I just had to put my body on auto pilot and let myself drink the next 8 oz. Hearing the water splash around in my bottle made a huge spurt come out of me and soak my already wet joggers even more. Nevertheless, I had to complete this next challenge. I set my timer for fifteen minutes and placed my computer between my legs. As I did this I felt all of my muscles tense up and lock. I couldn't move. If I did I would wet myself. All I could do was hold myself every other minute, but that wouldn't be enough. I had a tsunami of pee just waiting at the floodgates ready to come out. I couldn't hold it much longer. It took all of my will power to not completely soak myself while I was not holding. I wasn't able to stop leaking, but I was able to keep just enough control so that I didn't full on wet myself and soak all of my clothes and my floor. I started to feel my kidneys working against me again. I felt them trying their hardest to force all of the water I just had into my bursting bladder. I was shaking, and I couldn't focus on the movie anymore. All I could do was watch the clock in order to make sure I was able to use each minute to my advantage. When I could hold myself I put all of my effort into trying to gain control of my body. When I couldn't hold myself all I could think was "Do not wet yourself! YOU CAN MAKE IT! Please don't let go now! You only have twenty minutes left! Come on!!!!". I could feel my boxers sticking to me, and the warm and wet sensation on my legs was making it near impossible to hold it all in. As soon as my timer rang, my legs shot together like bullets. I lurched forward and both of my hands shot straight to my crotch. I was too full. I only had about 15 more minutes in the challenge though. I could make it. I wasn't going to give up this close to the end. I couldn't do that. It would be humiliating and I knew that if I tried my hardest I would be able to make it. I stood up and started pacing round my room. Back and forth between walls. I was waiting in anticipation for the movie to end so I could finish the rest of the challenge. I was bursting, I couldn't hold it anymore. Every single step was another leak. It made no difference though. My bladder was too full to know the difference after the leaks. The back of my joggers had a huge wet spot where I had been sitting for the last position. I couldn't walk in a straight line. I couldn't focus on anything other than holding everything in. That's when I heard the last timer go off. I started to leave my room. I made sure to grab a measuring tool, on my way down to the bathroom because a few people have asked how much I can actually hold. After this, I immediately grabbed my phone and hobbled down he stairs. I left a trail of pee behind me as I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I had one more challenge to complete and I wasn't sure I could do it. I lifted up the lid to my toilet and immediately after seeing the water in there began to loose control. I fell to my knees and grabbed myself. I couldn't loose it all right here. I was so close. "Come on Ace!!!" I chanted in my head trying to regain all control so I could finish out the rest of this hellish challenge. After another minute I was able to get onto my feet and sit myself down on the toilet. I set down my measuring tool and immediately set a timer for the last 5 minutes of the challenge. I was whimpering. My bladder was throbbing and my muscles were fatigued. I had about 3 minutes left and I had my eyes glued on my timer. Ever second felt like an eternity. I was trying my best not to think about the sweet relief of letting go, but I couldn't stop myself. That was all I could think about. I was so freaking close to the end!!! One more minute on the clock. I was shaking all over and gripping myself as hard as I possibly could. My bladder was screaming at me for relief. I couldn't hold anymore. I was bursting. I couldn't stop leaking. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had ten seconds left, and those last ten seconds were spent plugging myself so I couldn't let anything out. RING RING RING!!!! My timer went off, and as if they were in sync so did my pants. I did my best to pee into my measuring too. It felt almost orgasmic. I was getting worried though. I still had to go really bad, and I was filling up this cup fast. Sure it was able to hold 4 cups (960 ml), but I wasn't sure it was going to be big enough. I didn't even think about having to stop mid stream so that I could accurately measure. I was getting close to the top of my cup and I had to think fast. I settled on plugging myself up again which was painful and made the next few seconds of dumping out what was in the cup into the toilet feel like forever. Immediately after I dumped it out my bladder began pushing all of the pee out of me once more. It was finally after about one minute of peeing that I completely stopped. I had reached about 5.2 cups (1248) ml. I felt so extremely relieved at that point. My bladder was just thanking me for the sweet relief that I just got and I was ready to head to bed. My entire body was exhausted after that long hold, and it was also a lot of fun. I really hope that you all enjoy my story! I am trying really hard to post a story at least once ever couple days to that you all have fresh new content. I have said it before, but I will say it again, thank you all for the support and love that you have given me throughout the past few days. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do in order to make my stories better!!! But anyways, Goodnight everyone! I will be posting another story tomorrow.
  3. Mbgpeelover

    malefemale The lodger

    The lodger When I was at university my parents had a house guest come to live for a while. He was a friend of my dad’s brother who lived in London. The guy was in his late thirties, he had scoliosis and he was a London taxi driver! He hated London and wanted to try start a fresh life in Scotland and my parents wanted to give him a chance to earn money so he could then rent a house. He worked a lot but when around he seemed pretty friendly, relaxed and funny. One Friday I was home as I had no lectures that day so I had come home for a long weekend. By now only my younger brother still lived at home full time though my sister came home at weekends too. Phil (the lodger) was happy to help everyone out, especially as my parents had no car, so this morning he had given my brother a lift to school while I was still in bed. The first I heard was when he came back into the house about 9:15 and I heard him chap on the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom and it was clearly in use. Next thing I knew Phil chapped my own bedroom door and after a quick ‘come in’ he walked in quickly and without even bothering with the fact I was still in bed he asked me if I knew who was in the bathroom. I had no idea but guessed it could be my mum who often had a bath after we all left for school. Phil walked over to my window, opened my curtains a bit as if wanting to look out then turned and looked at me. I could see he seemed a bit sweaty, agitated and he had his legs crossed. He obviously wanted to use the bathroom but I wasn’t sure if he needed to empty his bladder or bowels or both. He moaned and said he had to piss pretty bad and could he wait in my room as he didn’t want anyone else to see. I sat up in bed and assured him that was fine and suggested he close the door as the bathroom was next door and he would hear when my mum (or whoever was in) would be out. I told him I had just woken up and needed to pee myself so I too hoped the loo would be free soon. Phil looked back out of my window having heard this and proceeded to bounce on the back of his feet. He then put one leg behind him and rocked back and forth. He was essentially pee dancing in my room right in front of me openly really needing a pee (as was I by now) and I was mesmerised by him. He wasn’t shy in any way and as he had quite significant scoliosis I was aware that he had an oxygen machine for through the night. As both my sister and I were home for the weekend he was sleeping in the lounge. He started telling me how he had woken up with such a dry mouth from the oxygen mask that he made himself a coffee. As he was about to go do his first morning piss he found my sister in the shower so he had to wait. He then had a second coffee which my mum made him with some toast. He has still not had a pee yet. He was about to go when my dad asked if he would drive my brother to school since he was running late. He figured it was a five minute drive there and five minutes back so he would hold and pee the minute he got back and the morning bathroom rush was over. As he has said all this he continued jigging around looking out the window, now with one hand also in his pocket. Watching him and hearing all this was arousing me so badly. Combined with my own growing need to empty my own bladder it felt like my whole body was on fire. It’s one of the only times I can actually recall being so horny I was dying to masterbate in front of someone! Of course I couldn’t but my breasts were so tingly and tender and my nipples erect and hard. My vaginal lips had swollen and parted and my urethra was thumping against my cotton knickers. I only had a cotton nighty on and I was acutely aware of how my hard nipples were obvious through the nighty, though Phil seemed far too engrossed in his own battle to notice. I still had my duvet on so I slipped my hand under the duvet, under my night clothes and gave myself a rub through my knickers. That sent waves right through me of intense need and desire. I was actually more bursting to wee than I had realised! I quickly threw the duvet off my legs, swung them round to the side of the bed and crossed my legs tight. Phil was now pacing my room. ‘Fuck sake I need a piss!’ He was muttering. ‘Me too!’ I said. He came and sat on my bed beside me, undid the belt on his jeans and his fly and used his hand to hold his penis through this boxers. I could see he was anything but flaccid down there as he rocked back and forth moaning. ‘I’d nip to the supermarket if I thought I could wait. But fuck I’d piss myself before I got there. How much longer can she bath for? I really need to go!’ ‘Me too’ was all I could muster as the sight of him in that state was causing mucus to seep into my knickers which made my need to pee 100 times worse. With my legs scissoring in and out revealing my light pink cotton knickers on show and one hand stroking myself I wondered how both of us would manage to walk to the loo when whoever was in finally left. Still holding his penis through his boxers, with his jeans fly open and his belt undone Phil stood and walked back over to the window again. The garden was over looked on both sides but here he was now asking if I thought he could piss in our garden because he HAD to go. I said my mum surely had to be out soon and he ran the risk of being seen. He moaned loudly and he was starting to get very stressed and angry now. ‘For god’s sake this is fucking crazy! How bloody long does it take for a fucking bath? I fucking need to piss.’ He was jumping about like a little kid, stroking himself in a last ditch effort to keep his bladder from bursting. ‘Have you got a jug Mary? A bucket? Anything? Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhh, grrrrrrrr, I’m gonna fucking piss myself any second.’ Except I couldn’t get him anything. I couldn’t move. If I stood up I would flood my floor without a doubt. My pants were noticeably wet now and so full of mucus. It was oozing out of my open pussy as I shook with such an intensity of urgent need to piss and being on the verge of an orgasm. And right at that very moment we both heard the bathroom door unlock, the door open and someone walk to a neighbouring bedroom. With his jeans held up with one hand and the other grasping at his penis through his damp boxers Phil ran to that bathroom with me right behind him one hand now inside my knickers with two fingers inside myself holding back my flow. Phil had no hands left to close the door so without him realising I ran in right behind him and while he slide his dripping half erect member out the leg hole of his boxers and let rip a hugely long, satisfying and loud pee I had jumped into the bath, closed the shower curtain, removed my wet pants and I crouched down and pissed in the bath a long, orgasmic and wonderfully relieving pee myself. As Phil moaned I had to hold back my own moans as I wasn’t sure he knew where I was. If he did he never said as after he had finished pissing, he pulled his jeans up, fastened his belt, flushed, washed his hands and left. Meanwhile I finished my pee, brought myself to climax then had a shower. Neither of us spoke about that morning ever again.
  4. As in the title, I was sitting working at my desk, getting slowly more and more desperate to wee....feeling the urge building slowly over time, growing from a tingling to a strong and desperate prickling urge. At various points I took little videos and photos of it.....I hope they all work, uploading from an iPhone. There is a video of the end, but it’s peeing, not wetting so not sure how popular it would be here....? E06892CB-DB1B-4AF2-BB1F-FA6EF34C70FB.MOV 43EFCB7C-8E37-428B-A5D1-F7DF968AB714.MOV 42890FAD-DF98-42D9-9074-93E4A7CD2C2A.MOV 28014925-4D01-4B52-AD5B-EC62AC60CEC0.MOV
  5. I'd been doing a long hold tonight. Started with a few cups of tea before dinner followed by a steady pint of water every half hour for the last three hours whilst I'd been re-watching the first 3 episodes of season 6 of Game of Thrones. It'd got to the point where I'm now a very definite 9 on the need-to-pee scale. I poured myself another pint of water yet in all honesty I didn't know how much longer I can hold on. I was squirming around like mad and desperately grabbing hold of my cock at every opportunity. I had the feeling that it wouldn't be very long before I ended up totally peeing myself in my boxers and chinos! Well in the end I just couldn't hold it anymore and I ended up having a massive wetting in my boxers and chinos as my poor bulging bladder couldn't take anymore and I ended up having a much needed release totally wetting myself and making a large and loud pissy puddle underneath me! I managed to take some pictures of my "accident" as I lost control and completely flooded myself. What a mess! I'm now sitting at my PC drenched in my own pee, cold and soaking yet it's what I deserve for thinking I could hold on for so long! Even as I type this I can feel the need to go yet again (testament to huge amount of liquids I consumed tonight), I think the only suitable punishment is to peel off my sopping chinos and pull my pyjama trousers over my soaked boxers and climb into bed knowing full well that I'll probably awake to having peed the bed when my aching bladder gives up during the night
  6. ApatheticSpazzle

    female Desperate at the movie theater.

    No actual wetting sorry, the desperation was unintentional. Last night I went to see the premier of Big Hero 6 which was a great movie by the way. My friend showed up at my dorm room door and I grabed my stuff and we quickly left. I forgot to use the toilet right before leaving but had used it about a hour before so I figured I should be fine. We got to the movies and I was debating using the bathroom before we went into the theater but did not want to be awkward (I was with a group of six guys) so I did not. At that point I was feeling like I needed to go a little bit but it wasn't a big deal. We got into the movies almost 30 minutes before the 1 hour and 48 minute movie started. One friend of mine got up to get snacks but I did not want to spend any extra money, I thought about using it as an excuse to use the bathroom but my friend came back before I made up my mind. I was two seats in and did not want to have to try to get out of the row. I really didn't need to go much anyways. Well after the 20 minutes of trailers and into about half of the movie it hit me hard. I needed to go rather bad now. I really did not want to have to excuse myself so I waited. About 20 minutes left of the movie I was really getting desperate I was sitting up, feet on the floor, legs bouncing. I was squirming around every so often but I did not want anyone to know I needed to pee. I did notice the friend sitting next to me was slightly figity, I think he is rather cute so the though of him possibly needed to go too didn't help me at all! I really thought I wasn't going to make it to the end of the movie. My panties felt a little damp by that point but I did not feel myself leaking so I clenched really hard to keep from peeing, my bladder was very sore from holding it in and was hurting. I started to feel dizy as well. The movie ended and the moment the credits started I jumped up. 2 other friends did as well. Other friends wanted to watch the credits but I could not wait any longer. I didn't care who knew at this point I told the friend I was standing next to I was going to go to the restroom and would be right back. I hurried out the theater down what seemed like the longest walk ever, burst into the bathroom, practically running into the stall and getting my pants down as fast as possible. Sweet relief was right there but the pee wouldn't come out. I panicked, I had to go so bad and it wouldn't come out. I was nervous about the other people hearing me burst into the toilet. I had to sit up and really relax before It released. It did not actually seem like I went that much but I was in a dizy daze from the intense need. My bladder still was sore after it emptied. I sat there for a few minutes to make sure it was empty then washed my hands and walked back to the theater. My friends were standing around outside it getting posters. I grabed one too. All of them walked past the restrooms and did not even use them when we got back to campus. No one ever found out how badly I needed to go. Sorry for any mistakes I typed this out on my phone. Hope you enjoyed it.
  7. Hey there, Thought some of you might like to see my favourite videos that I've made (of myself). They're all me holding on as long as I can: https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168731347222/barcelona-desperation https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/164309782237/long-desperation-with-lots-of-talking https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163432341790/playing-piano-and-bursting https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163352382317/underwear-was-too-small https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163077707622/four-hour-hold-and-teasing-my-bladder https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163120051958/pink-underwear-on-election-night https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168390359037/desperate-and-randy-in-thin-white-briefs (nudity & other naughtiness warning) Enjoy!
  8. ***NOTE: Hey guys, so I write a lot of female desperation fiction, and most are based on events I saw. But I have also seen Hot male ones. Being a bisexual guy, here’s a story about a guy. Enjoy!*** Pablo was a handsome-looking guy. Just turned 20, and was chilling with his friend on a hot-as-hell summer day. Pablo was tall, and his long legs were muscular on the calf’s, covered with blonde hairs. He had breezy black shorts on, and a red t-shirt. He had forgotten to use the bathroom before him and his friend John left the house. Pablo was thin, but had lots of muscle. After being out for an hour, he felt discomfort in his lower belly. His bladder ached. “Ergg,” Pablo mumbled. “What was that?” John asked. “N-nothing.” Pablo regained his composure. He was not desperate, he could wait. Just a little discomfort. Pablo did not know his friend was a huge omorashi fan. So much a fan that he could tell just from that mumble what was wrong. “Let’s pull over,” John said. They got off their bikes, and walked to the bleachers on the park’s baseball field. Pablo knew there were bathrooms in the park. Nowhere he could go on a tree, it was very public, but he was fine. . . probably. They got on the top of the bleachers. Pablo sat one above of John, and had his legs out on the bleacher seat John was on. Pablo had blue flip flops on, and John stared at those muscular legs. The blonde hair ran all around and up past the knees and under the short. John could see a little under Pablo’s shorts. Pablo’s legs were shaking in and out towards the center of his crotch. John knew the urgency was growing. “So,” John said. “I had a hard exam this week. It was a gut buster. Like the pressure was literally hitting me in the guy, expanding out, bloating.” Pablo flinched. He felt a spike higher of discomfort in his bladder. “And,” John continued, “the professor was raining criticism’s around the whole class. John noticed Pablo’s legs shaking faster. Every now and again they were shut tight together and squeeze in on his crotch. “Just raining, and raining, and raining like watery water all over class in drops of criticisms. Did not even want any of us getting up to use the B-A-T-H-R-OOOO-M!” Pablo almost lost a drop in his boxers. He was starting to get desperate now. “Um…John . . ..” To Pablo’s torture and John’s delight, the park sprinklers went on. They came out of the ground and started to spark drops of water fast everywhere. Some even went and hit John and Pablo. Pablo’s legs crossed and tightened on his crotch. He felt his bladder pulsing against his lower belly, through his urethra. “Look at all that water,” John said. “Just lots of water. Gallons and gallons expanding through the hose and-.” John looked and saw Pablo’s sexy legs crossed and shaking. His feet flapped on the flip flops. Pablo’s teeth chattered. “You okay?” John asked his friend, with an evil grin. “I-,”Pablo started. In clear discomfort. “I gotta go to the bathroom. Can we go?” “Sure,” John said. A bit disappointed it was over. They made it to the park’s bathroom area. A picnic ground with a cabin split into two bathrooms; boys and girls. Pablo froze at the sight of horror: the doors on the bathrooms were closed. John went up to them and pulled on the knobs. Both locked, tight. “Sorry dude, they’re closed I guess.” Pablo’s legs shook towards the center while he was on his bike. His mind could not let go of the want to pee, he was DESPERATE now! John read a sign on the wall. “Park Bathrooms Closed due to Town budget gaps.” “Eeeer,” Pablo started to mumble. “Ccan, wwwee go back home? I gotta piss man.” They went home. Once at John’s house, Pablo got off his bike and ran to the door. John took time to get his key out. Pablo bounced in place at the door with his arms around his torso. “Open the door man!” Pablo said. “I can’t hold it much longer.” “Seriously dude?” “I didn’t even go this morning when I woke up.” “It’s 3 pm dude.” “Exactly! I’ve had like two cans of soda, a orange juice, and a water bottle on the way to the park. I really, REALLY gotta go. Come on, please!” John put the key in, but his hormones ran his mind. He pretended to struggle with the key. “Not working.” Pablo’s eye widened. He tried to grab the keys from John, but John pulled away. “I’m not gonna make it across town to my house!” John asked, “We can stop at a public business or something.” Pablo shook his head. He suffered from very shy bladder, and was very germophobic. He could not use a public bathroom. The park was different. It was the one public bathroom Pablo used since he was a kid. He was used to it. Pablo’s leg kicked back as he grabbed his gut. “Well let’s try a window,” John said. Pablo was about to go, but John grabbed him. He held his friend in a dance pose, and put their crotches at each other. Pablo was use to John’s gay-tendencies as a joke. He didn’t know these intentions right now. Feeling Pablo’s bloated belly and crotch on his, John pretended to dance. He pulled up Pablo’s leg and swung him down. “Dude!” Pablo screamed. He jumped off and grabbed his crotch. “I almost lost it.” Pablo’s legs wobbled. He kept feeling like it would come out. Pablo felt his wiener enlarged and taking on loads and gallons of pressure. He felt his eyes filling with water. “Hey guys!” It was Christy and Jennie. Two girls from school. John was dating Christy and Pablo had a huge crush on Jennie. “What’s up?” Pablo tried to regain himself. He could not lose it in front of the girls. NO! HE placed his arms around his torso and had a leg out and foot tapping. Gggotta pee! “Not much,” John said. Kind of locked out of our house. John was so turned on by his friend’s noticeable squirming. “Hey Pablo,” Jennie said. Pablo smiled, but could barely regain himself. The pee was pushing more and more towards the exit of his body, into his pants. He tried to squeeze his legs together against his crotch. “Pablo are you ok-.” Pablo lost it. Too much pee, too weak crotch muscles. It blew out of his private and against his boxers. Leaking down his hairy legs and on the sidewalk. They ALL noticed. Pablo tried to regain his composure but could not. He shook from embarrassment. “Oh nasty Pablo!” screamed Jennie. She and Christy covered their mouths and walked away. Pablo turned red, and John let his pee release as well in an orgasmic frenzy. The end.
  9. kc_rules

    malefemale Oops I did it again!

    Those of you who followed the Live Omorashi thread last night will know all about this. Afer another long holding sessions I pissed myself as I was so desperate and just couldn't hold on anymore. I tried but despite squirming around and constantly grabbing hold of my cock, my poor aching bladder gave way and I ended up in a large pissy wet puddle of my own making absolutely drenched in my own pee! Oh dear, what a naughty boy I am...
  10. Accidentz

    Pee On Her Lap

    Ok so as this story is 100% made up I don't want to consider it much as fiction because it's a hot fantasy I hope I can make come true someday. I am single btw so my 'girlfriend' is a made up character in this story, but I am a drag queen in real life. I am out drinking with my girlfriend one cold winter night, dressed up in my female form, since she adores me as a woman and wanted to take her 'girlfriend' out. We come home later and get chilly from the cold outside. So we go cuddle up on my bed, while giving each other cute little kisses on our faces. Since we were both drunk this made us really kinky, so we get off the bed and she sits on some chair, grabs me and throws me down onto her lap, and starts making hard love with me. Now that i'm sitting upright I realize all this beer caught up with my bladder. I was bursting so I tell her to stop a minute so I can go pee, but she refused to let go of me and kept her arms wrapped around me, violently kissing me. A few minutes pass and I moan to her in my girly voice "babe i have to pee sooooo bad please let go of meee". She says giggling "nope... your not going anywhere!" and holds me down tighter. A few more minutes pass and I am now extremely desperate and start squirming in her arms trying to break free. I say again in my girly moan "mmmmm let goooo pleeeease why can't you just let me peeee I cant hold it anymore!" She says again giggling "you better hold it! I'm not letting you go till I feel like it!" Her resistence to let me go made me start dribbling in my panties. Moaning and squirming in her arms i said "noooo stoppp im about to peee myself! ooooohh im leaking!" But that only makes her squeeze me even tighter which made me leak even more. I keep whining like a girl and she kept giggling. She was incredibly aroused and amused by all of this. I end up getting so desperate I can't hold back the flow anymore and i burst into a full flood, soaking both of our leggings and crotch/butts, i was shrieking in relief while she moans in pleasure. I pee for 2 minutes full flow and emptied my entire bladder on her. Completely soaked she kisses me on the forehead, caresses my face and says "damn girl! You peed alot! That was impressive!" I blush so hard feeling so flattered. So she begins to strip me as im giggling, throws me onto the bed naked, takes off her wet clothes, puts on her strap-on dildo and penetrates me. I lay there wailing and screaming in pleasure which made her go even faster and harder. Then I hit climax and had the most intense P-Spot orgasm of my life! Then the next night, we did the same exact thing vice versa, giving her the payback she deserved!
  11. Annie was a beautiful and relaxed college girl. Skinny, but muscle as well. That day she wore a white sweatshirt that was unzipped, VERY short shorts that were tight and made of black latex (like you see on tights in the gym). She had flip flips on, and wavy dark hair. As she got out of her car after a tiresome day at school and working in the college lunch area she felt more then ready to use the bathroom. Her bladder was almost full. But enough to weigh down discomfort on her. Annie's face twitched and frowned as she walked to her front door of her family's house. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before she left. She did not wake up uncomfortable, so it was not on her mind. It had been hours since she started to feel it, and the bathroom at her college where she exited was out of order. The others were too far to walk to. After a ride home of bumps on the road which shook her bladder and sloshed the pee inside she was like, "Got to get it, get to the toilet, pull down these shorts and pee, pee, pee!" She walked into the house. Annie dropped her bag on the floor and walked around the corner to the house's smallest of three bathrooms. It was just a sink and toilet. She went grabbed the handle and her face hit the door as she tried to push it open. Locked! She knocked and her from her mother that she was in there. Annie let out a breath of annoyance and went upstairs. She grabbed the door handle and it would not move. She banged the door hard, feeling the intensity in her bladder which pounded with heat against the inside of her stomach. "Hello? Almost done?" Her sister replied, "No!" Annie ran downstairs, each step feeling like a punch in the gut. She said, "Oh, o, eeee." She was was at the fixed up basement/living room. She saw the bathroom door closed and knocked. Her father replied his diareeha acted up. She walked backwards holding her face in disappointment and fell over the couch, her sexy exposed legs from the tight short shorts going up in the air and out from each other. Annie sat on the couch waiting. Her arms crossed on her torso and rubbing herself. Her legs were wobbling towards and away from each other. Every now and again they would stop and would start shaking in place up and down. Her father was still in the bathroom. It had been ten minutes. The pressure of pee pain built up higher in her stomach. She got up and almost tipped from the weight of her bladder. She ran upstairs and to the first bathroom, the smallest one. She wrestled with the handle. "Hey can you wait?" her mother yelled. "Come on Mom!" Annie screamed. "All three of you are using these bathrooms still? I'm going to pee my pants!" "You better not missy! Our rugs are new." "So are these new short shorts, but my bladder can't take much mooooore." She bent over a bit and held her stomach. Then she placed her hands on her knees. "Go try the upstairs one. I think your sister left.." Annie ran upstairs. The joy of finally having relief made her bladder get a signal to let it out. She had to hurry or lose control. She hit the door. What was her sister doing in there? Annie banged hard. "Lizzie! Please, I'm gonna pee my pants!" Lizzie said, "Um...sorry Annie. But I....um...." Annie could not take it anymore. She was dancing around in circles. She kicked at the door and it flung opened. Lizzie was standing over the toilet and shoving papers down it. "Annie, I'm so sorry. These are my term papers from college, I failed each one , Mom cannot see them!" Annie said, "Why can't you just toss them out at a public trash can!" Lizzie said, "Because screw you that's why!" As she flushed the toilet, the sound caused a feeling of eruption in Annie. "EEEEEEEEEE!" One bare leg started to cross the other. The toilet started to overfill and water poured out of the top, splashing the floor beneath. Annie's mouth dropped opened and she bounced in place. "Ooooohhhhh god!" Annie said. She breathed heavy. "Goodnish-gracosus-ehagso." she mumbled. She ran out and downstairs. She felt a couple drops escape and quickly crossed her legs and held still. She got home desperate to pee and that was almost an hour ago. Her bladder wanted to nearly give up an hour ago, what was she going to do? "ooooo, eeeeee, ahhhhh, eeeeeee!" She ran outside to her neighbor's house that she knew. She knocked on the door. Mr. Stallson came out. "Annie! What can I do for you?" He seemed nervous. His shirt which was usually tucked it was hanging out. "I am so sorry for bothering you Mr. Stallson," Annie said as her legs wobbled. "I really have to go to the bathroom and we're having issues at homes. If I can-." She tried running in but he stopped her and pushed her away. "I'm-I'm sorry but I can't now. I'm busy." Annie's arms crossed against her stomach and held tight. Her foot with a flip flop started to tap the ground hard. "B-but-." "Whose that?" said a blonde lady who was NOT Mrs. Stallson hugging him. She was in her undies. "Mr. Stallson!" Annie said. "A-are you?" He slammed the door and Annie ran off. She ran as fast as she could in flip flops and reached her friend Mary's house. She ran up the porch and knocked on the door. She mumbled under her breath, "Cm......open upppppp!" Her legs hopped in the air back and forth. She felt the pee was going to burst out any second. She had to hold on. She knocked again. She saw the sprinklers in the neighbors yard come out of the ground and started to spray everywhere. Annie's bladder vibrated inside of her. The pee smacking against the walls like waves of a storm. "AHHHHHHHHH! COME ON!" People were walking up and down the street. She was not going to make it anywhere else. Annie was going to pee her panties and ruin her new short shorts. Mary answered the door. "Um, hey Annie, you okay?" Annie shook her head fast and bit her bottom lip. One legs kicked back as she hopped. "Ma-M-Marry. I-I-I n-need to use your bathroom. Please. NOW!" Mary's older brother Ronnie stood not far. He heard it as well. Being an omorashi fan, this would not be good for Annie. Mary let her in. There was one bathroom in the house. Annie ran up and fought to get in. OCCUPIED! Ronnie was inside and looking at his web cam. A camera was on the hutch outside the bathroom and showed Annie on his screen in torment. She banged on the door hard. Both hands on it as she bounced in place. "Let me in! My bladder is going to explode! These short were $200 and will be ruined!" Ronnie was so turned on. He was not doing anything now but watching. He was saving the thoughts for tonight. Annie felt her stomach expanding and expanding further. She felt so much pressure she was in pain. Ronnie opened the door. Annie said, "Oh thank g-." He stopped her and grabbed one hand, placed another on her waist, and said, "Let's dance!" He hit the radio to some Spanish dance music. He held Annie close and their crotches touched. Her expanded bladder which was sensitive now against his. They danced back and forth and Mary laughed. They were dancing like in preschool again. Annie's eyes filled with tears as she was dealing with the sloshing liquids in her. She could not take it anymore. Ronnie dropped her back and held on, pulling her sexy bare leg up to his side. At that moment, Annie felt turned on a lot as well. She stole her sister's credit card to buy the shorts anyways. "Screw it," she said. Ronnie was cute anyways. Might as well make an orgasm out of this. She let it go. She lifted her leg as far she she could and gave Ronnie a sexy smile and winked. The pee rushed out of her in a wave of intense streams. At first it burned but then it was relief. She felt her stomach deflating. The pee drizzled down her legs and dampened her whole crotch, and Ronnie's. Her feet and flip flops were soaked. In a peaceful tone, "ahhhhh, nice." Her panties were destroyed. Then she and Ronnie kissed in the puddle around them. The end. **no bladders or underwear were harmed in the making of this story**
  12. **WARNING: This story contains extreme female desperation, wetting, bouncing around while waiting in line, and a fictional condition known as Explosive Bladder Syndrome. Explosive bladder syndrome is when a character’s bladder bursts and along with that they too explode. It is NOT bloody or gore. It is like when you see a character in Spongebob fall off a cliff and explode. Or you see Looney Toons explode with dynamite. You know they’re ok, but the fear is still there. So I hope this story is both good and a turn on.** CHAPTER 1 Jackie was a twenty-seven year old girl with tan skin, brown hair, she was not very skinny but was not fat. Her hips were rock hard, and a good size in her short shorts, tight jeans, or naked. Her boobs were a good size as well. She got home late that night from work wearing skin tight blue jeans that pressed hard on her waist and caused much bladder pains due to her already being filled with loads of pee. She had on a tight white t-shirt with a band logo on the front. It was some gray squares and red and pink blocks across them for the design. She struggled to get her keys in the door to unlock them due to her focus being taken away for her bladder. She felt like she was going to explode any second. She could usually hold a lot in and it took a lot to make her squirm or potty dance. She had not gone since this morning and worked four extra hours today which meant more coffee as well. She had her hair tied in a ponytail. She kicked open the door of her house and ran in, kicked her heels off, and ran for the bathroom. “Gotta pee, gotta pee!” She burst through the bathroom door and froze in place, her knees tight inwards as her legs wobbled. Her roommate Allison was in there brushing her teeth. They were the same age as other girls in the house. Allison had sort of tan skin, freckles on her face, short blonde hair, red pajama pants and a black t-shirt. “Hey!” she said. Jackie tried to maintain focus as she hated others knowing she was in bladder pains. Allison continued, “I’m not even done brushing my teeth.” Jackie grabbed on to the side counter, held herself up trying to look normal as sweat formed on her forehead. Her legs tight together and right foot on the tip of toes. She said, “S-S-sorry Allison. You almost done?” God, her bladder was about to burst right now. She could feel her pee fighting to exit, and every second she held off, but her muscles were weakening. “I’m alright,” Allison said. She turned the sink on and washed her mouth out. The sight of running water increased Jackie’s desperation by a lot as sweat leaked down her face. The foot that was on its tipped toes waved back and forth on them as she struggled to keep her girlhood closed. “How about you?” “I…me, hm?” Jackie could not form words. She usually could have a full bladder for hours before she would struggle, but it was so full it hurt and made her cry a little. “Allison I’m sorry but can I have the bathroom?” “Sure,” Allison said. “Let me just pee first, I am DYING!” she laughed. Jackie froze as a chill went down her spine, watching Allison pull down her pants, spread her legs, and sit on the toilet, letting out a large stream of pee. Allison let out a sigh of relief as the raging sound of pee splashing in toilet water made Jackie shake and cross her legs. Just watching another girl go and do what she so craved right now…GOD! She needed that toilet and she needed it now. Allison flushed the toilet and it almost caused Jackie to collapse. Allison washed her hands and left. Jackie was about to close the door but Someone pushed it and grabbed her arm. It was Lily. Kind of a chunky girl as well in black short shorts and pink tight top on her big breasts. She was crossed-leg about to explode. “Hey! There’s a line Jackie.” Jackie looked behind Lily and nearly died from the shock. Behind Lily was Joane. A tall, athletic girl in tight gray short shorts around her butt and a tight purple shirt muscle shirt that showed her clean arms. She held her crotch as she bounced. Behind her was Alexa. A girl with black, curly hair, freckles and crossed her legs and bounced in her green night dress. At the very end was Emily. A sort of short girl with black smooth hair and very cute. She had a very light tan skin tone and white short shorts with a black t shirt. She tapped her foot. FOUR PEOPLE! Jackie had to hold it her boiling pot of pee behind four people! TO BE CONTINUED….
  13. Accidentz

    Crossdress Wetting

    So I did a hold the other night in my drag queen clothes like I usually do. I kept drinking water till my pee was completely diluted, and then downed 3 beers. My bladder filled fast and got very desperate. With being drunk I couldn't tell how badly I needed to go until it started coming out. I managed to make it to the shower and record it. For anyone who wanted to see a drag queen wetting him/herself here it is. My movements and noises wasn't as good as I wanted it to be cause I was kinda shy i guess, and drunk lol. Sorry about my hairy arms too, wanna shave them off. https://vimeo.com/228847809 password: girlyguypee
  14. I posted this in the Live Omorashi thread a couple of days ago but I felt it deserved its own topic as it's probably my biggest desperation and wetting incident that I've ever had! I'd been doing a long hold to round off the Easter Weekend. It'd been about 4 hours since I last went to the toilet and in the time since I'd had 2 large cups of coffee and a bottle of wine. I was really desperate and getting to the stage where I was grabbing my crotch at every opportunity I could get. I was definitely a 7/10 on the need to go factor creeping up to an 8/10 quite rapidly. My plan was try to take my mind of my urgent need to pee by browsing the web or whatever and wait until I couldn't wait no more. At that point I was indecisive whether I'd run to the loo at the last minute or end up waiting until I couldn't hold anymore and pee myself. The clock ticked by and I was almost at leaking point! I was definitely at a 9/10. I squirmed around in my chair like no tomorrow and my bladder was crying out to release the huge amount of pee it contained. I had got perhaps 10 minutes max before I completely soaked myself and as I began to feel particularly naughty that night I decided I was going to end up wetting in my pants and jeans and not the toilet I realised there was just enough time to set my camera up to record my 'accident' before nature took it's course. God, I was absolutely fucking bursting! When it came the release was just incredible and I had a long and much needed desperate pee into my pants and jeans. With every long hissy squirt into my underwear and jeans I valiantly tried to continue holding but the force was too much for me to handle and I continued to completely pee myself over the course of 5 desperate wet and pissy minutes. The puddle of pee pooled into a little lake underneath me and by the time I had completely emptied my aching bladder I was kneeling in a large river of my own making I felt like such a naughty little boy sitting there completely saturated in my own urine but it was absolutely worth it. Man did I need to go and the relief, warmth and wetness I felt was like none I had before. I don't mind saying I was very very horny by the end of it. What a way to round off the weekend! I hope you enjoy the video half as much as I had creating it!! IMG_1717.mp4
  15. Before I start this was 20 minutes ago and my shorts are still soaked on my pussy and all over my butt but I feel aroused and warm. Let me give u an intro bout me. I am a girl (dont wanna give out age) but I am young. I have an average body, I have normal boobies, and alot of my friends say I have a nice butt grrrrr lol. I have been with a good amount of guys and they say Im cute haha. I have long black hair to my shoulders. I have a nose ring on my right side and only two earrings. I love peeing myself on purpose and accidentally. It arouses me somehow idk y but it feels good to feel a warm substance down there. I NEVER let anyone know this fetish of mine except on here. Yes, I am a girl and I play WoW problem? Lol ill start now This morning, I woke up sweating even though I was only wearing a black tank top and pink thong and it was hot outside. I rushed in the shower to get the sweat off and I realized I forgot to go pee first. Due to the rushing water of the shower head, I had to pee bad. I was trying to hold it by putting my hands on my pussy and crossing my legs while in the shower cause I never peed in the shower before. But I couldnt do it due to my little bladder oops . A few squirts came through my hands and then I just said fuck it and peed through my hands and down my legs. I moaned and squealed and really arousing. A yellow puddle showed up in the shower and drained later. After my shower, I started to get dressed. I threw on my red panties, my cute leggings shorts that's just right below my butt and shows alot of shape, my red hook bra, and a small white shirt that shows my belly button. I was going to go out until I opened the window and it was pouring rain. Shit what should I do now? i said and i thought y not play World of Warcraft. So before i did I ate Apple Jacks and a drank a cup of tea. Now I love tea, it tastes good so I had another cup after breakfast. Then I grabbed a bottle of water to have when I play. I sat down and logged in and started to play. After 15 minutes, I felt a little urge to pee but it was nothing. I was thirsty so I drank some water. 10 minutes past and I drank all my water. I started a raid now and felt more urge to pee but still ok. In the middle of the raid, the urge increased dramatically. I was starting to squirm and cross my legs. Since it was a raid, I couldnt leave. I had to stay and finish cause it is an MMORPG. At the same time as the urge, i felt orgasmic and made me want to burst even more! If thats not bad enough, the sound of rain hitting the roof made it worse! Thank god my parents werent home to see me squirm like this haha. The doorbell rang, I went to open it quickly, since my room is next to the front door, in a crossed legged and hand in pants fashion and it was just mail. So I went back to sit down and I was still in the raid and with my team. It was only half in the raid and I couldnt go pee so I continued. Since my parents werent home, and since I felt horny, I just decided to relive my self in my shorts and on the chair. So before I did, I asked the team If i can go pee. And they said we are in the middle of a raid cant u wait? And I replied fine I can wait. So then, i spread my legs, laid back, and let my pee out. I moaned quite alot while the hot pee warmed up my butt and my pussy and it also made huge puddle in between my legs and dripped from each side. I was peeing myself for a whole 2 minutes! It was alot of pee. After I was done, I had to clean the chair and floor but, I wanted to keep my shorts on cause the wet feeling feels amazing. Now Im sitting here with soaked panties and soaked shorts . Personally, I think its cute when i pee myself but thats just me. Well Im going to sleep now im tired. Im just gonna sleep naked tonight Bye
  16. Rick Dixon

    Poor, Poor Connie

    Connie was a beautiful, bright twenty year old blonde. A white girl, but a little tan as it was summer and she and her friends were getting back from the beach. It was such a hot day that Connie guzzled down probably half the bottles of water that brought in the cooler. It was a fun day with her three friends and boyfriend who brought his buddy along. She loved her boyfriend Bricks and all her friends. But she was also a very self-conscience girl. She had a rock hard, thin but nice beach body. And her glasses were a sexy feature to guys she met so she never got contacts. But she easily got embarrassed. Her embarrassment caused massive panic attacks, she would cry, turn red all over, sweat, shake, all from humiliation. So she tried to avoid situations that cause it. Which is why it really sucked with what happened today..... Connie only wore a black two piece swimsuit. Her black bra tight around her big boobs and black panties that tightened in the center of her butt and went up the crack to show her butt cheeks. Needless to say she noticed Bricks and his friend were trying hard to keep their boners down. She laughed. And they started to walk back to the car and head home. “Today was a lot of fun,” Connie said. “Definitely!” Her friend Mary said. That’s when Connie noticed her bladder pain had grown much worse. She felt she had to go a little before, but now it was like a load pushing out of her. “Ummm,” Connie started to shake. She didn’t want to admit her need to go in front of her friends. Embarrassing. “Guys I think I’m going to grab something back at the snack bar quick since it’s a long ride home.” “I’ll come with you,” Bricks said. “No babe, go keep my seat warm. I’ll get you something.” Then Connie ran off, feeling her bladder pains increase. Her legs tight as she took little steps and arms stuck to her sides. She was tense. The kind of feeling one gets when they get closer to the bathroom knowing relief is there but then it’s at a point where they can’t go back. “Oh I gotta pee, I gotta pee, I gotta—-Ah Shit!” To her horror, both bathrooms had out of order signs. They were the only bathrooms in the beach. Seeing the ocean and splashing waves near by only made the ocean in her bladder about to explode out of her. She crossed her legs and bounced. Started to sweat. “Oooooh mannnnn!” She bit her lips knowing she had to work fast. She went under the boardwalk and got behind a pillar. Her breathing was heavy as she started to pull her panties down about to pee in the sand. The ride home was three hours she’d never make it. Again she did not want to tell her friends to stop somewhere it was too embarrassing. At last she knew she be getting release and smiled. “Excuse me!” A voice shocked Connie from behind. She quickly pulled her panties up, keeping every ounce of pee inside her still. It was a hunky lifeguard. This guy was ripped, and being so hot bad making her feel wet down there in her private area did not help her hold it. She crossed her sexy tan legs tight. “Ms. Were you about to pee on this pillar?” He asked. “What?!? No no no no no!” Connie faked a laugh as she barely held on to the load inside. “I-I-I jjjust wanted to see if there were seashells around here that I don’t own yet. Collecting that’s all.” Her voice was louder than she thought due to what was happening. “Are you sure?” the lifeguard asked.”you don’t have to go?” “Oh no me?!” Connies face covered in sweat and shook with crossed legs. “Nah ah. Not me!” “Ok well I was going to say-“ She could not take this anymore. She had to go back to her friends or they would think she’s taking a crap instead somewhere. “I’m sorry but I really have to go....TO MY FRIENDS!” She have a final awkward laugh, fixing her glasses slipping off her face and ran off. The lifeguard looked puzzled and said, “I was just going to say we have another restroom over there.” In the opposite direction Connie just ran, another men and women’s lavatory. Open and ready for anyone. “Where the food?” Bricks asked “Um um um um um!” Damn. Connie felt so stupid and started to turn red. Her bladder ached so bad she had to hold onto the car to keep herself up straight. “Snack bar closed. Babe let’s go.” “There’s no rush Connie I mean-“ “I want to have sex once we get back.” They has only dated six months and Bricks was patient. Nice guy, they did sleep in the same bed a couple times but no sex yet. The guy of her dreams. “Imagine all this without these,” She introduced her hot body. Her boyfriend nearly fell over as all the blood left his head and went into his erected dick. “LETS GO GUYS!” That ride was the longest of her life. So painful as well. Bumps all over the road making her bladder feel like it would explode any second. She say her legs crossed and hands on crotch. Actually one hand covered the other, as the other hand poked under her panties into her pee hole to plug herself up. Connie felt like a boxer was taking one punch after the other into her gut she had to pee so bad. She tried to stop shaking. She really did. “Babe you Ok?” Bricks asked. Mary looked to the backseat and saw Connie. “You sick? We can pull over-“ “No!” She yelled uncontrollably. “I mean umm...I’m fine.” She bit her lips and formed a fake smile feeling her bladder send off signals. Red alert red alert! EMERGENCY! One hour out of the three they had to drive passed. Suddenly...SPURT! Connie froze as a small leakage of pee shot out of her weakening crotch. She hasn’t had an accident since she was a baby. She was an adult for crying out loud. You would think living in an apartment with parents, an Uncle and Aunt, two cousins, and three siblings and one bathroom would teach self discipline and control. Nope! She had come close many times to this day nearly wetting herself. In front of her own family would be humiliating enough and cause her to die. And they lived in the city in a building with huge condos and apartments for big families. The only bathroom were those in the rooms. Had she ever tried to cry when she had to wait in her Family bathroom line every morning? Duh! But they were a strict military Family. You fight or fail on your own and clean up your messes (literally in that case). One time she was bouncing aggressively up and down with her cousins and Dad in front of her in line saying she would burst. They would not let her cut. This happened to her siblings and cousins at times when they were last in line. Everyone fought to build strength. Luckily she made it that day. Granted she was not in countdown time at that time. She had not reached countdown time in years. “Merrr!” She moaned quietly as a surge of cramps shot through her legs from crossing them so hard and a bladder pulse that made her squirm side to side in her car seat. Her leg cramp was so bad it felt like her calf muscles would pop out of the skin. She had to keep them crossed. Or she would explode! Bricks noticed his girlfriend crying a little and shaking. It was clear what was happening. “Babe do you have to pee?” Connie sucked on her lips as butterflies filled her stomach. “Wha-no. Just migraines that’s all.” “You sure? Not be mean but you know about that issue I have right?” She remembered. Pee and poop grossed Bricks out. His last girlfriend was into omorashi and stuff like that and he thought it was nasty. And she really liked this guy. Her wetting did not mean he would break up with her, but it would be super embarrassing. He was captain of the college football team. So if something like that happened it would no doubt get around school. Connie tried to admit she needed to go, but it would not come out of her mouth as words. This sucked! She was going to ruin her new expensive bathing suit, probably be unable to walk for a while due to these leg cramps she wouldn’t stretch out, embarrass herself in front of her friends, boyfriend (ex MAYBE if she couldn’t hold it in) and be humiliated probably if word got out around campus. SPURT!....another two small streams of leakage went down her leg. Connie’s eyes widened as she literally felt her belly would explode open any second as massive cramps shot through it and sent shivers up her spine. SPURT! She couldn’t stop. Another spurt of leakage. Bricks friend turned to look at Connie sniffing. “Dude do you smell something?” Bricks noticed it too. Connies heart was beating so fast she heard it and felt it beat against her chest. Her throat went dry. COUNTDOWN TIME! Her body alarms went off. Countdown time only happened when she was literally about to burst. It was something her mom taught her as a kid when teaching her how to use the potty and it never failed. She had 60 seconds left. There were no exits. And she noticed they were stuck in traffic. Cars all around them. “Ahhhh!” Connie cried as everyone looked at her shocked. “Guys please I...oh no...” she wrestled to open the car door and run out but it wouldn’t budge. Countdown time: 43..........38.....” SPUURT! “No, no. No! Mary unlock the doors!” 20........10......”No....argh!” She pulled her legs up to her chest and crossed at ankles. It didn’t matter. She fought and fought but it was a losing battle. 3....2....”Errgggh No...Oh NO! CAN’T NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE NOT HERE NOOOO!” Poor Connie could not control her bladder any longer. The force so strong it shot her legs open as hard streams of boiling pee that burned her crotch like fire shot out of her. She could not regain control as everyone in the car backed away and saw their friend explode into an eruption off pee that went everywhere. Seats, Windows....they all got out of the car and left Connie by herself as people in other cars stared and laughed. She turned so red as a river blew out from under her. Still coming! Liters of pent up pee being released against her will. Connies heart beats so fast she held her chest and cried harder than she ever had as she had the most embarrassing accident she ever had. Little did she know it would not be her last. “Ooohhhhoooooo! Why me?!! Why God WHY!!!!” “What the?” Connie awoke. She was in her bed. Her blonde hair all around her face, her tan body only having on a white t shirt and dark blue panties that rode up her ass. Everything was dry. She was home. Bricks next Her in bed. “It was....just a dream.” That’s right she remembered. They came back from the bar last night after drinking for hours. They danced, laughed. Her boyfriend went to use the nasty bar bathroom and then they came home. They went straight to bed. “Hey babe,” Bricks said. They kissed. “You were squirming all night and yelled a couple times. You ok?” “Bad dream Bricks.” Thankfully it was all fake. Every consequence she went over in her mind in that dream would happen...but luckily it she didn’t wet herself. So for now she didn’t have to worry about doing something embarrassing in front of Bricks, having an accident in front of loved ones, probably needing surgery to fix her bladder. She laughed. Then she heard an alarm go off. There was no alarm in the room. It was in her head. “What the?....EEEEE!” Oh no.....COUNTDOWN TIME! 60....58....Connie grabbed her crotch hard as she suddenly felt all those drinks had caught up with her and filled her bladder to explosion point. It hurt so bad and she could feel it coming. Connie put on her glasses. She leaped out of bed and felt a surge of pain shoot through her leg. “AHH!” She fell. Bricks was barely awake. “Babe what’s going on?” He asked getting up. Connie looked and saw her foot. Her toes crossed over one another and her calf swollen. That was all a Dream last night, but it was influenced by things in her sleep. She must have got a leg cramp last night and forgot. COUNTDOWN TIME: 45....Connie had to go! She pulled herself up from her dresser. “Come on....i...g-gotta make it. Or else I lose!” She was already embarrassed with all this in front of Bricks. She couldn’t imagine wetting herself next. NO! SHE COULD NOT PEE IN HER PANTIES! Connie hopped on one foot towards her bedroom door. "Ow, ow, ow!" 34......33.....30 Her breathing heavy, heart racing. But she felt a sigh of relief now that the toilet was only a couple doors down. She grabbed the knob, her bladder sending painful pulses everywhere in her body. "Almost there!" 25......24......23......Turned it, opened the door and ran out.......... .....and imminently bumper into her brother. “Watch it!” He said. Connie said, “I’m sorry Jason I just gotta-NO!” Jason, her two other siblings, cousins, Uncle and Aunt and mom all in front of her in a line where a couple other of them squirmed. Connie was last in a long bathroom line. "Babe?" Bricks called from the room. Connie sweated, shook like crazy, her crotch on fire, belly having huge pulse like aches. “Umm Guys!” She panicked. This can't be happening.......only it was. She bounced in place. “Guys can I cut please I just have to pee.” No dice. They all shook their heads as she knew the rules. Not in front of everyone she would die of embarrassment. “Guys.....Ummmm” Her arms crossed on her upper half as she rubbed her sides. No use. "I really REALLY gotta get in there. I have to use the bathroom." She then grunted, "Come on." She noticed Bricks behind her looking at her like this was all odd. Her face turned red. Then she grabbed her crotch hard and slouched over.............18...........15..... “Guys I can’t stop Countdown Time. I’m on Countdown Time and can’t stop it. Fighting a losing battle! Guys, please, GUYS!” Poor, poor Connie. THE END.
  17. Hello, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting. Part I Part II Part III Part IV Super-fast summary so you can get to the good stuff: our hero, Parker (the Gentleman) has finally found someone special, Meagan. And Meagan made him a promise... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meagan kept her promises, and her body promised so much… but the actual purpose of college, education, got in the way. Spring semester seemed more frantic than fall. And so Meagan’s promise went unfulfilled for another two weeks, and in fact they didn’t even see each other for several days. But then Meagan found out that Parker’s birthday was three days before the beginning of Spring Break, which was coming right up. “Okay, that is just perfect timing,” she said. “We are totally going to have a big party. But I’m not going to ask what you want for your birthday,” she told him with a sly grin, “because I already know. But I know what I want for your birthday.” “What?” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear: “Condoms. Think you can handle that?” “Um—yes. Yes, I totally can.” “Good.” The party seemed to snowball—the Ultimate team rallied round at Meagan’s request, and CJ promised both music and beer. Parker made his own preparations by quickly raiding the big box of condoms at the college’s Health Services building, grabbing a handful, and then scampering away. The Ultimate team was going down to Savannah, Georgia, for an all-week tournament over the break. Games didn’t start until Monday, however, so that gave everyone a two-day window to get there… and Meagan said it would take less than a day. So the plan was to have Parker’s blowout of a party on Friday night, sleep it off and take it easy on the emptied-out campus on Saturday, and do the driving on Sunday. One crucial detail was still up in the air, unresolved—where were they going to have sex? Neither Parker’s roommate Jonathan, nor Dacy, Meagan’s roommate, were sure when they were leaving for home. But the morning of the party, Parker bumped into Meagan on the way to class. After a quick kiss, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I talked to Dacy. She said she’ll find a place to crash tonight.” “Thank you,” he replied, fervently. The day seemed to inch by, and Parker was vastly distracted—to the annoyance of his professors and the amusement of his classmates. Finally, finally, 4 o’clock came, the last class let out, and Parker practically skipped back to his dorm room to find that preparations were already under way. To his surprise Meagan had actually baked a cake. What was less surprising but just as exciting was CJ setting up his speakers in the dorm lounge where the RA had officially allowed them to be—plus the multiple six-packs of beer cooling in the fridge. The preparations were complete by the time dinner rolled around at 5:30, and so Meagan and Parker and CJ and a few others all trooped off to the cafeteria. The lines weren’t long but they did linger, and so it wasn’t until nearly 7 that the party really began. CJ had his finest, most upbeat playlists. The beer was cheap, but after the first can, nobody noticed. There were plenty of people, including a few fellow dorm-mates who Parker barely knew but mostly stopped by because it was the Friday before Spring Break and there was beer and the party was right outside their doors. But the Ultimate team had showed up in force and was celebrating its own—a great kick-off to the Savannah trip, as Cap’n Josh pointed out. Although she was doing a lot of dancing, Meagan kept pretty close tabs on Parker’s drinking. At several points she swung past, snatched the beer can from his grasp, and pressed a glass of water into his hand instead, whispering, “Don’t get too drunk, honey, we’ve got other plans tonight.” An hour later, as some of the other players tried to get Parker to chug a new can, she jumped between her boy and her team and said, “Oh, no you don’t! He’s mine tonight!” This got a big laugh and excused Parker from the duty of chugging. It didn’t get him out from blushing, though. With all the water Meagan was making him drink, plus the food, he really wasn’t actually drunk, but he did have to go running off to the bathroom repeatedly. It was in the middle of pissing out the last beer he’d drunk that he had a sudden flash of realization. He’d been sticking pretty close to Meagan since he’d gotten back from class. During that time he’d peed several times—but he’d never seen her go to the bathroom. He plunged out of the men’s room and looked for her. She was dancing, body rocking to the beat without a care in the world. Or was she? Looking more closely, he had to wonder. Was she dancing to the beat… or was she dancing because she was desperate? He hadn’t been watching her beer intake like she’d been stalking his. But it was now (he glanced at the clock) past 10pm and she hadn’t peed once in the last six hours, as far as he could tell. He went over, and she pulled him in to the dance. It was not necessarily a bump-and-grind song, but she made darn sure he was getting plenty of contact with her body. That, and his sudden wild surmise, made him hard nearly instantly. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. But wait, that made no sense… She noticed. She grinned. She said for his ear alone, “How are you feeling, honey?” “Good. Really good.” “Just wait,” she whispered. Could he ask? Would that ruin things? Arousal and nervousness were rising simultaneously. She noticed that too. “Relax,” she said. “I’ve got you.” And to suit her actions to her words, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. And that helped. He fell into her arms and kissed her. She held him and held the kiss a long time. She pushed against him, her whole body. She wouldn’t do that if she were desperate, would she? Or was her belly a little more taut than usual? Or was that just her muscle? (Truth be told, either way was exciting. He could not get enough of her muscles.) At 11pm Meagan went over to CJ, who announced that the next track would be the last song. Groans, complaints, shouts of denial. Then CJ announced what the last song was: an exuberant all-in number that was one of the anthems of the Ultimate team that spring. Cheers. Meagan grabbed Parker and they jumped and whirled like it was the only thing in the universe. His desire and his nerves were replaced by sheer joy in the dance. As the music faded away, there were again groans, but Meagan jumped up on a table and said, “All right, folks, thank you so much for coming! It’s been a fantastic evening!” “Why so soon?” someone hollered. “Parker and I have some unfinished business!” Meagan shot back. Uproarious laughter. Parker blushed so deep he was risking a burst blood vessel. “I’m talking about doing the dishes!” Meagan mock-protested. Laughter again. But with the beer gone and the music done, the crowd began to disperse. Meagan was serious about cleaning up. She stood at the sink rinsing out the cake pan—tapping her foot, Parker noticed. But then Riv and Val came over. “Stop that!” Riv said. “We can clean up.” “You’re sure?” Meagan asked. “Totally,” Riv said. “Go have fun.” “Oh, thank god,” Meagan said with a sigh. But there were still a few things to do, and as Parker moved to help he noticed that Meagan was still dancing, and not necessarily to any internal music. It wasn’t quite on any beat he could tell. In fact it looked less like a dance and more like… a squirm. With a few chores taken care of, and Riv assuring her that the rest would be handled, Meagan grabbed Parker and pulled him close for a kiss. “Ready to go?” she asked. “Yup,” he said, with a knot in his belly. “C’mon!” She danced through the door and out into the last of the Friday night, dragging Parker along by the hand. The door closed behind them, the last teammates parted ways, and they crossed the quad to Meagan’s dorm. She was practically skipping. Beyond the pool of light cast by the buildings—though nothing was really dark on the quad, just more shadowy—and out of anyone’s earshot, Meagan said with quiet excitement, “Guess what?” “You need to pee?” “Aw, you guessed!” “Well, you told me to.” “Heh. I guess I did.” “I started to figure it out a while ago, actually, when I realized how long it’s been...” “I know!” Meagan said. “I think the last time I went was after class, so… 2:30-ish? And it’s 11:30 now… nine hours!” “How many beers did you drink?” “Two beers, three full glasses of water,” she answered promptly. “Plus another glass of water at dinner.” “How have you not exploded?” “Tell you a secret—no, two secrets...” “What?” “One, it’s a lot easier to hold on if you never break the seal. Two, I am so gonna explode if I can’t pee soon. I have not been this desperate for a long, long time.” She paused, and drew him close—just as the blood stampeding south through his body reached his cock. “I guess that’s what you wanted to hear!” she murmured, and kissed him. It wasn’t a long kiss—she had to back off after a few seconds. She stood with her legs pressed close together, hands at her sides, fists clenched. Then she relaxed—a little bit. “Is it worse than that time in the car…?” “Oh, it’s night and day, hot stuff. That wasn’t fun but I was never in danger of pissing my pants. Tonight that is absolutely a possibility.” She stopped, clearly thinking of something suddenly. “Do you want me to do that?” she asked. “’Cause if you do I wanna change first…” “No, I don’t think so,” Parker said. “’Kay, thanks. That would be much messier than what I'd planned on. So what do you want me to do? And can you decide really really quick?” she added. She crossed her legs. “I wanna see more of you,” Parker gasped. “ ’Kay. Works for me—I wanna see more of you. C’mon.” She fumbled with the card key to get into the dorm, but a passing resident let them in. Meagan dragged Parker down the hall to her room, fumbling again, with the key this time. She had to cross her legs again, slightly crouched, as she wrestled with the lock. Parker offered to help, but he was shaking with anticipation and was no better. Meagan laughed and got them inside. The door locked behind them. Meagan ran to close the blinds, then whirled back to kiss Parker and blurt, “Okay, so I need to go SO BAD. Whatever you want, honey, but let’s do it fast.” She stood with her legs crossed again, and a look of excited half-panic in her shining green eyes. She was grinning—tense, but grinning. “I want… I…” he stammered. “I don’t even know!” But part of him knew what to do. He could hardly avoid it. He reached down, unzipped his fly, and started jacking off. “Here, let me do that,” Meagan said. She knelt down in front of him and sat on her heel. “Oh god,” she said. “This is helping a tiny bit but god do I need to go. Can you make up your mind, please? Quick?” But she caressed his hard-on gently, kissed it tenderly. “I… I wanna see you. Naked. And I wanna see you pee…” She thought fast. “Can’t take you into the girl’s room, too much traffic… I’m gonna have to pee here…” Her eyes flashed around the room. “Trash can,” she said, nodding to the one at the foot of her bed. “That’ll do. Take the bag out, I don’t want to get it all soggy.” Parker pulled out the bag, twisted up the top—no time or finger-steadiness to tie it off—and turned back to Meagan. She stood up slowly. “Ah, fuck,” she whispered. “I am so close to pissing my pants right now. I have not had to pee this bad since I was, like, nine.” She gave him a grin and grabbed his cock. “And you are so close to coming. Good god are you hard. I love it.” “Can I… can I have sex with you?” Meagan shook her head. “I’m so full of piss there’s no way you’d fit. I’d pop the second you tried. And you are about the same. You feel like you’re about to explode in my hand right now.” She let go of him, reached up her arms above her head. “Help me with my shirt?” she asked. Her legs were squeezed shut again. With frantic hands he managed to get the t-shirt off her. She was wearing a silky dark-red bra underneath. It brought out the red highlights in her hair. She kept her hands on her head. “Now my pants,” she said. “Hurry.” The sound in her voice told him not to go slow, despite his sudden urge to tease her. Her panties and bra were clearly from a matched set. She looked ravishing. She also looked like she was about to wet herself then and there; those strong legs were shaking as she squeezed. “This is why I wanted to change if you wanted me to piss my pants,” she said. “These are really nice panties. Feel them.” He did, around the edge. “No, silly,” she said. One hand came down to grab one of his; her other hand stayed on her head, fingers twining with her hair and gripping, white-knuckle tight. “Here,” she said, as she guided his hand to her butt. These muscles, too, were locked down. Her panties slid like silk over the steel beneath. “And here,” she said, steering his hand around front. She somehow squeezed even tighter and spread her legs apart. Her fingers brought his to her crotch. She gave a little gasp as she stroked herself using his fingertips. “Okay, I can’t even do that,” she said, and crossed her legs again in a hurry. “Can I see you naked?” “Of course. I wanna be naked with you. Shit,” she added under her breath. He reached for her bra. “No, let me, you’ll take forever.” Her breasts fell loose, still looking a little larger than he would have guessed. He was nearly panting with excitement as he took all this in. Meagan gasped. “Okay,” she said in a shaky voice. “I’m gonna… I’m… I’m about to leak, I’m gonna piss right now.” Nothing happened for a second; then she relaxed her legs fractionally, and quick as lightning whipped the red silk panties down to her ankles. She danced out of them and backed up to the trash can. “Wait!” Parker said. “I want to…” “There’s no way I can wait any more!” she said—squeaked, really—but she jammed one hand between her legs and bent over a little more at the waist (this had a fascinating effect on her boobs). With her other hand she grabbed his cock. Her hand was slightly clammy and it chafed him more than helped him. “Sorry,” she said as he explained this, and took her hand away. Then: “I’m going.” “You’re peeing?” “Yeah.” She squatted. Then he heard the hiss and, a moment later, the splatter of her stream hitting the bottom of the trash can. His frantic gaze took this all in—beautiful naked girl, peeing desperately after holding it for him, eyes half-closed in bliss as she sighed with relief—and then saw nothing but black as his eyes squeezed shut and his body erupted. “Oh, wow,” Meagan said. He looked down. He was still spurting a little, but that first bit—he knew he’d launched a rocket there, where had it ended up…? “It went over my shoulder,” Meagan said, turning her head to look—her piss still streaming down into the can. He saw it now: a puddle of spunk on the floor a good two feet behind her. “Good think you missed Dacy’s bed,” Meagan said with a grin. “If I’d known you were gonna come that much I would have sucked you off. But maybe you woulda just choked me!” Parker shook his head. He was having a hard time talking. He was having a hard time standing. “Oh, shiiiiit, does this feel good!” Meagan said. Her stream was still going. “You like it?” Parker gasped. She chuckled. “Parker, if you hadn’t peed in nine hours, you’d like it too. But to answer your real question… yeah, this was pretty hot. I love how turned on you got.” Sudden realization dawned. “I’m sorry. We were gonna…” She put a finger to her lips, since she couldn’t reach his. “Don’t. You had fun, that’s pretty obvious. We’ll do it tomorrow.” Parker sat down abruptly on the bed. Meagan’s stream finally trailed off. At her request he passed her a tissue, which she used to wipe herself dry. She looked down into the trash can and laughed. “Holy crap, I held on to all that? I’m better at this than I thought.” She stood up straight, stretching. “And whew, I am so relaxed right now by comparison. After all that holding…” A sudden yawn broke through her sentence. “Sorry! And… sorry, I think we’d better go to bed!” Parker was still shaking from his thunder-cumming. “I don’t know if I can even sleep right now,” he said. She grinned. “Give it a few minutes…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stay tuned for part 5 and a half! Will Parker finally lose his virginity...? Will Meagan get to come as massively as Parker did...? What on earth will Meagan's roommate think of the trash can full of piss...? Since I made you wait for part 5 for so long, I'll take pity and post the rest soon... but would I be on this site if I didn't like making people wait?
  18. I have a video from a commercial and would like someone to private message me for the details I want in a story in relation to the commercial. I want someone to watch the commercial and then use the details to make a fiction story. So if you want to do message me first for the details I want. in exchange I'll do any story you want for you. Here's the commercial:
  19. I'm going to use fake names for this. Sounds like it should be in fiction, but it is a true story, every part. My friend was a female, in her twenties like me, and we were in college. We were project partners on a computer project. Her name was May. She was boyish, but to me she was beautiful. She had pulled-back hair, wore jeans that were not too loose or too tight, sneakers, and had on a shirt. So we were in the computer lab on campus and she had just finished drinking a bottle of soda. Before we had dinner together and she had a cup of soda then. She had not used the bathroom since. So she pushed herself away from the computer. In a strained voice, "I need to go to the bathroom, cause I just drank soda." The computer lab had one girls and one boys bathroom. After ten minutes she came back. She looked sad. I asked what was wrong and she said, "Ohh..." started to bounce. "One of the stalls was out of order and there were two girls ahead of me to go in the remaining one. It was taking forever so I came back here." I told her she should just go (even though I was becoming turned on...I didn't know I found her attractive as more than a friend until this day happened). "N-no, we have to finish this. Come on." After a while, she placed a foot under herself. The free leg that dangled started to shake. I asked if she was going to be ok. May replied, "Ahhhhh. I just really gotta go!" Eventually she got up to go use the bathroom BUT she stopped, slouched, grabbed her belly, and legs turned inwards and closed. "God, I almost just lost it in my pants." She tried to posture herself, but walked out of the lab waving back and forth. She was back not long after. "Damn!" I asked what was wrong now. May said, "The stupid janitor wouldn't let me in! He was cleaning it and-." She stopped and as she sat closed her legs with her hands at her crotch. "Doh....Doh....eeee....." It was odd seeing May like this, as she was a boyish type. I've only seen girly girls squirm and dance when really needing to go. I said to her we should Save the project and go. She didn't look like she could last much longer. She bent forward a bit, hands still to crotch. She said, "N-N-No. I ca-can hold it." Her favorite TV show was going on later and she wanted this project out of the way. "Oh no." She said, blushed. I asked what happened but she said to get back to work. But I could tell...a little leaked out. After twenty more minutes and May shifting and squirming in her seat, she couldn't take much more. Her legs crossed and shook. We finished, saved, submitted, and got up...very carefully. Her arms crossed on her chest, legs tight, she walked out with me slowly. She said she had to go really bad and needed to go before we left. I said no prob. She thanked me and as we got closer to exiting the lab into the hall where the bathrooms were, she started to smile but it went away. There were three girls outside the ladies room, meaning the line was longer than that since it held the door open and went out it. "Jeeeeeeeeeezus!" May said. Her legs crossed in those nice jeans, looked like she would cry. A little piece of her belly hung out over the waist of her jeans. I was surprised. I told her she should've waited before the first time, she looked tortured. She said the closest bathroom was her dorm. So we started to walk there....sadly, that meant going down a hill, half a mile walk, and up a hill. Our campus was strange. The only building on the path was the lunch hall which was closed. We had to make it to her dorm...........or as she said, "My god, I hope I don't have an a-accident in front of everyone in public." She could barely walk the way. Once we started going up the last hill, she was in pain. Said she felt fire in her gut. "I'm gonna blow!" she said to me. I held her arm and she was worried people would think we were together. I told her I don't care. That made her happy. But honestly I was so turned on at this point I was definitely asking her out after this lol May's legs were tight together and her knees pointed inwards. We made it to the dorm's entrance. She needed her key card to get in. She looked through her bag. She was hurrying through her stuff and got it BUT dropped it on the ground and it slipped into a sewer pipe. She froze and said, "N-no. Oh no!" I banged on the door. May did not have much time left. She was rubbing herself and jumping around. She was desperate. "No no...I can't have an accident in public. Not here." Finally two more people came by and we went in after them. She saw the bathroom and ran trying to unbutton herself before even going through the door, but stopped. She was wrestling with her button on her pants. She looked at me, eyes watery., legs crossed, hopping in place, people giggling as they passed by and looked at her. Her gut had filled with so much pee, he bladder expanded and was pushing tight against the button. She couldn't undo it. I went up to help her.......but it was too late. Her face grew into terror and she said "Oh no....". It was loud. She started to go to the bathroom in her pants right there. People stared and some laughed. Mays face grew red and she had tears coming out . Her jeans became stained and came out onto her shoes. It leaked from under her pants. She covered her mouth and ran away, crying from embarrassment.
  20. Hello all, I posted my latest video in the Wetting Experiences forum but I think it belongs here as well.
  21. Snuppa movie from sdvd 2 Snuppa as Wet dream Submitted by: Dravid61+ Submission Date: : 20 Aug 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Pajamas Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Unspecified Snuppa is asleep in bed and is very restless as she as a Wet dream Snuppa movie the third from eight movies from this sdvd 2 Click here to download this file
  22. This is a popular commercial. But the girl makes it at the end. I’d like to read a short story of basically this commercial and then at the end, however you decide to end it, have her have a major accident in her pants in public. Decide the how, but give like another attempt at her finding a bathroom, but she doesn’t make it. Show her humiliation. Describe the feeling. In exchange, I will write a story for you.
  23. CrystalRay

    female A Squirming Walk Home

    (I'm not good at titles... ;-;) Some background for this story: I am 18 years old, homosexual, and I have a girlfriend of the same age called 'Heather' (real names are disclosed for privacy's sake). We are in our first year of sixth form, and break / lunchtimes happen much like they did in year 11 where we are. To any non-English users, Sixth form (explained loosely) is something we do after 'High School.' So... this is just a true (if dramatized) story of something that happened on the way home from my sixth form the other day, told in a less detailed manor for the sake of keeping it brief: I normally go for a pee at both break and lunch each, full timetable, day (days when we have to be in for a full five periods), However, today my body had other plans. Out of habit, I did find myself heading to the girls room once break came around, only to realize that I was completely void of the urge to pee. This wasn't the first time this had happened, so I just went to break and chatted with Heather and other friends of mine for it's entirety. Only when the bell for next period sounded, did I feel a twinge in my abdomen, telling me I should of gone. Of course this was just a fleeting urge, possible a 1/10 if that. Nothing I couldn't handle. And, strangely for an omorashi story, this was true. I found myself slightly uncomfortable during the start of 3rd lesson, but after about 20 minutes my mind was occupied with other things and I forgot all about it. Only towards the end of my 4th lesson, about 10 minutes from the end to be more precise, did I remember the liquid cargo I had to deposit. By now it was a good 3/10, I found myself squeezing my muscles slightly out of instinct. It was normally around this level of desperation I would head to a toilet, knowing my bladder, it wouldn't take long for things to get bad. For some reason, however, my brain wasn't really paying attention that day, and I completely forgot about my bathroom trip from the moment the lunch bell went, to right up to the end of lunch. Having had a small pepsi can during the lunch break, I couldn't help but shiver in desperation as I headed to my final lesson. I spent the entire time thinking about peeing, and how on earth I let it slip my mind at lunch. The more I focused, the more nervous I got, the more I felt my urge increase. I went quickly from the occasional clenching, to shivering and pressing my thighs together, to having to keep a constant grasp on my pelvic floor muscles, just to hold the built up tide at bay. It had been so long since I'd gone this long without peeing in public, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. I made an urgent mental note to get to a much desired toilet as soon as the school day ended. Of course though, we had a supply teacher, who missed the end of lesson and let us go about 3 minutes late. This may not seem like much of a delay, but if I don't hurry out after last period ends then the group of friends I walk with won't stick around to wait for me. I'd still have Heather of course, but me, her and another friend had been having a discussion that was left hanging as lunch ended. I wanted very much to continue it, so rushed out rather than going to the toilet. I was kinda joking with myself, I mean, I'd been far more desperate than this in the past, it was only about a 4.5/10, I couldn't ignore it much longer but I was sure it could wait the half hour trip back to my house... or at least I was hoping it could. After about 20 minutes of walking the discussion between me, Heather and the third person had hit a dead end, he went ahead to talk to someone else as I lagged behind with Heather. I was now at a 6/10, the cold air greatly increasing my urge... I shyly tugged on Heather's blazer to get her attention. When she turned I put on my best attempt at an erotic smirk and mumbled something along the lines of "G-Guess who forgot to pee all day..." before making some exaggerated leg movements; rubbing my thighs together just ever so slightly, so she and no-one else would understand the implications. Heather seemed to grin on reflex, I could tell from the look in her eyes she was greatly looking forward to a quick 'lye down' together, once we got home. She held my hand and squeezed it a bit, whispering to me "Think you can hold it?" "I erm... honestly I'm not sure, I really should of gone before we left, the cold air isn't helping." "Oh cutie" She said with a half sigh to her voice "just do your best, it's not that far I'm sure you'll make it. Try not to think about it." We started to talk about something I don't remember and I tried very hard to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder. We were now 15 minutes into out journey, and it was about a 7/10. I felt a large wave and stopped talking suddenly, concentrating hard on not loosing control, while not making my situation obvious. I was concentrating so hard that I forgot my placement on the path, and stepped down suddenly from the curb onto a driveway we had to cross. The jolt of this caused a very small leak of hot pee to spurt from my trembling wee hole, into my now damp panties. The warmth felt amazing on my freezing body, in the harsh winter air. However of course, this sensation was overpowered by the though "Oh god no! Not now!" Heather must of noticed a blush or perhaps a tense look in my eyes, because she asked me what was wrong. It being Heather I just told her the truth... that's a nice thing about having a partner who's fully into omo, you can tell them just about any embarrassing secret and feel completely comfortable doing so. She whispered me some encouragement, and something about how cute I was being, but I wasn't really listening, I was just trying to forget my place in time and space, and drift to the near future, where I would be home, warm, relaxed and peeing into the toilet. It was about now that we reached the bus stop and left our friends behind, for the first time that day luck was on my side, as the bus arrived not minutes after we did. After we were seated, I casually crossed my legs and shivered slightly. Anyone looking at me would think this was from the cold, and the leg crossing was simply a posture I found comfortable. Only Heather, of course, knew the truth. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and told me to hang on. The bus ride was easy to get through, being out of the cold I felt my urgency drop to a 6 again, though at one point we went over a large bump in the road and it shot right up to an 8. At that point I once again spurted, this time much more violently, into my panties. I felt the warmth on my thighs now, and knew the next spurt would soak through my panties into my trousers. I pressed my thighs together so hard I felt they would fuse, and prayed for my safe, and dry, return home. Heather snapped me out of it, by getting up to exit the bus. I followed her, I couldn't help but look towards my feet and blush as I passed the bus driver, mumbling a weak "thank you" and stepping out into the cold. I felt like everyone on the bus knew of my wet knickers, though really no-one could of guessed. There was still a good 15 minute walk back to our block of flats left now, which at that point seemed forever to me. We couldn't get home sooner, I was extremely scared now, not having been in a position of urgency in public for a long time. I took a deep breath and began to walk alongside Heather. The cold air was making me a dead 8, I let another dribble out after 5 minutes of walking, after that I wanted to cry. Heather was still squeezing my hand which was now clammy and twitching in time with the rest of my body. The leaks were getting more and more frequent with every step I took, shaking my poor stretching insides. I was panting, and whispering to myself under my breath. "Just hold it, just hold it, don't think about it, just hold it. Nearly home, so close now. Hold it Chrissy, hooold iiiit!" Heather noticed my apparent praying to no god in particular, and squeezed my hand tighter, as if to give me strength... however this didn't do much good. Soon after I think my 6th tiny dribble, I felt some pee trickle down my inner thigh, I was starting to wet my trousers. I thanked god for their black colour, though this did nothing to ease my shame. I suddenly felt a wave bigger than any I'd felt so far that day rocket through my very being. I stopped in my tracks and, red faced, shoved my free hand into my crotch. I could feel Heather's eyes on me as I tried not to cry. I whimpered to her "I'm gunna loose it..." as I felt the urge hit a terrifying 9/10! Heather allowed me time to gather myself, before I took my hand from my crotch and we continued to walk. We picked up the pace, the extra shaking causing larger and longer losses of control from me, but I didn't care anymore, dry or not, I wanted to get home. As mortified as I was, a greater desire, almost matching the need to pee, was growing within me. A desire to stop right now, pin Heather down on the ground, rub my aching crotch against her thigh and kiss her hard and long. Before releasing my bladder's contents all over her, and proceeding to make her pussy purr. I resisted, though I was honestly highly considering dragging her into the bushes, had they not been so dense and thorny, I just might have. We reached the final few minutes of our journey and I felt a very powerful spurt of pee spray from my quivering lower lips. I panicked and stuffed a hand between my legs again, no longer caring if anyone saw. This was when I felt it, a 9.5 and rising, I was at my limit! Yanking my hand from Heather's, with no explanation needed I bolted off ahead of her, running as fast as I could, my eye's streaming from the wind, more pee slowly trickling out into my near soaking trousers and left hand, still applying much needed physical resistance to my impatient waters. The rest is a blur of desperation to me, as I finally saw the entrance to our apartment building. I barged through the doors and up to the elevator, clicking the button once and pacing on the spot. After a few seconds I started to feel my pee coming out in a slow trickle, I clenched to stop it but I couldn't, I crammed my right hand in with my left and gave up waiting for the lift, dashing as fast as I could to the stairs. I threw myself up them, leaping 3 at a time, leaving slight drips of wee wee in my wake. Finally I made it to our room's door, I ran on the spot, fiddling to get my key out of my pocket, I shoved it into the lock, after missing a few times, and burst through the door. I frantically kicked off my shoes and ran, full sprint, into our bathroom! My socks, of course, slipping on the friction-less bathroom floor, sending me plummeting to the ground where I instantly lost all control on impact. The sweet smelling, pale yellow liquid burst from my defeated crotch, coating my thighs and creating a puddle around my butt and back as I laid down in my own accident. An amazing wave or relief and arousal pulsing through me. Soon after, Heather, who had been running after me, arrived at the open door to our flat, walked in and followed the sweet smell and loud hissing sound, until she found me, sprawled out on the floor, peeing myself at full force. I looked up with her glazed eyes, and she got the message. "Come lay with me... <3" [THE END]
  24. TRUE experience. A experience I witnessed. Sounds fake, but I just love details. All actually happened. STORY: So the girls name was Allie. She was one of those tough girls. Very pretty, and she was not a flip flop, skirt type. She had smooth, brown hair and glasses. Glasses are hot. She had a nice shape. While many girls I saw had a twig shape, she had some good-sized legs that looked great in the tight jeans she had on. That day she had pink shoes, and a black shirt. Allie was beautiful. We were freshmen in college. Both business majors. She worked for the campus snack stand. That day I sat by while I was involved in my studies. Allie looked tense. She always seemed perky and fixing things up. Today, she stood still, slouched, and had a worried expression on her face. I looked at where she had her sights on: the women's restroom. Twenty minutes later (keep in mind she had to have stood there for over an hour before, so twenty minutes ago is when it probably started to get desperate for her). She walked around the snack stand with her hands in her tight jeans and had her legs tight together. I went nuts. Her thumbs trembled over her pockets and she hopped here and there. I went up to her. I asked if I could buy a cookie (I was not going to get this poor girl to pour a drink). I asked her, "Allie, you alright?" She said, "Eeee, not really Rick. I'll be fine though." "You sure? Do you need anything?" She blushed. "What I need is to get into a bathroom stall asap cause my bladder feels like it's going to pop." Her jaw dropped. "I can't believe I just said that. Oh my god." "You want me to go get someone?" She bounced. "I called before over the walkie, but everyone is busy. I can't believe I forgot to use the bathroom after the gym. I had hit the shower and everything. I drank like two freaking bottles of water!" "I'll watch the snack stand if you want. Trust me, I'm not going to take anything." We both laughed. "I...I um...I can't. But thank you." I left. Still, I watched her from my spot. She slouched over the stand and bounced up and down. She started to breath in and out. I was turned on, but I felt bad for her. Then, a worker walked by. She called him over and asked, "Please, can you watch the stand so I can use the bathroom?" He agreed and took the stand. Just as she left, he pulled her back. "Sorry," he said with his wallow in hand. "I just got an emergency call spill. I'll try to get someone here." He ran off, leaving Allie in torment. She flung out her arms in disappointment and hopped. One leg crossed in front of the other. Her hand shot to her crotch and she looked humiliated. Twenty more minutes went by. Allie could not stop her movements. Her arms crossed on her chest, legs crossed tight. She squirmed in place. Then, her jaw dropped, she left the stand and ran for the bathroom. I heard her whisper, "I'm not gonna make it. I'm not gonna make it." She ran in. She made it...I thought. After ten minutes, a line of people formed at the stand. Then, water poured out from Under the women's restroom door. Just as people had left. Allie walked out looking scared as hell, her legs scrunched. I ran up to her. I asked what was wrong. She said, "oh my god Rick. I waited behind this redhead since all four stalls were taken, and after like ten minutes the red head went. She looked desperate too, but of course she gets to go and right as I get into a stall all the toilets overflow. Something happened with the plumbing." Seeing the water flow could not have helped her bladder pains. She went back to the stand. I told her I'd go get someone for the bathroom. When I got back with someone, Allie stood at the stand ringing people out while slouched, one hand to the crotch. She was all red. Later on she described it as if her stomach was really going to pop open and that it was slipping through into her panties. After her line was done I went up to her. I was very turned on, but I am not evil. I cover for people who are desperate at my job all the time. "Allie, go to another restroom. I'll watch the stand. Just given me your work hat there. My shirt is black, no one will know." She squirmed very noticeably. Her legs crossed and uncrossed. Crossed again. She almost fainted as I could tell a bladder pain shot up into her. She hugged me and agreed (I hope she did not feel Little Rick down below saluting her during that hug). She left, but the her boss came from around the corner and stopped her. She stood still, hands on hips, tapping one foot as she bounced. She did not have much time. I saw a stain started to form on her butt. "John," she squealed. "Pl...please...I...I...am going to ls.....oh no." Her legs crossed and hands to her crotch. She hopped and her boss looked astounded. People looked at her and she became red. I saw a line form on her jeans side. Then, she saw the maintenance crew take the out of order sign off of the bathroom. She ran for it. Stormed through the door. Five minutes later she came out and looked like the weight it the world came OFF her shoulders. She lost a little, but won the war. The end.
  25. Amy was a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties. Shiny skin, cheeks that were kind of blushed red, nice legs which that night were covered with dark nylons. She wore white sneakers, very short black short shorts, and a long dark sweater over herself. A lot of the guys that night thought Amy looked so cute. She was the kind of girl who loved talking to everyone. She worked at an old bar in town. It had been around thirty years before she was born. While the walls and electric were up to date the floors, stoves, etc. were wayyyyyy past due to fixing up. "Hi, I'm Amy," she said. She stood at the front as the bouncer checked IDs. The bar was a landmark for her hometown and was across from the college she went to. "Please take a seat wherever you like. There's plenty of room at the bar." One of her legs kicked back a little and floated there. She noticed a slight pressure in her bladder. She had gone through a water bottle tonight already and was halfway done with a second bottle. Inside her poor, girlish bladder swelled up as more pee poured inside of it. The expanded bladder pushed against Amy's muscles and made her flinch. "How's everything Amy?" her boss Greg asked. A good guy, but did not always take the best care of his foundation. He was very cheap. Explains his three divorces. "You alright?" He noticed Amy's leg. "Oh yeah, I'm good, Greg," she said with a sweet smile. "You sure? You look uncomfortable. I told you to use the bathroom earlier like everyone else." Amy and the other bar workers came in an hour early to quickly clean up and make sure all was good. There were two bathrooms (men and women) but each was a single person’s bathroom. One toilet each. Amy did not like public bathrooms very much. She made sure to go before she left home, but after two hours and almost two bottles of water.... "Greg I'm-," Amy bent quick and flinched. One of her eyes shut tight. There was a sting of pressure in her bladder. "I'll be fine. I only have another two hours anyways." The bar was packed after another hour. There were two stories in that place, so a lot of room for people. Amy had gone out on the first floor to help people who needed refills or checkout. She flipped her wavy, dark hair sideways and got a couple guys excited. "Hey Amy," they said. "Hey boys," she replied. She was a good girl. But everyone loves to flirt. It was just fun. When she went up to bring glasses to the bar she saw the bar tender pouring a huge stream of beer into a huge mug for a table. The stream and foam that built up, the sound and look of it made Amy remember that she had her own liquids. Unlike an hour ago where the pressure came and went, it started to stay. Her lower belly felt warm, filled, which is why she hopped in place while she saw the beer pour. She went back up to the door. Her spot was right next to the window, and it was raining outside that night. It rained very hard and just like the beer, the sound and sight or moving liquids only made the ones inside of her slush around more. She tossed her bottle away. It was almost empty anyhow. She looked at the clock. Only fifteen minutes until her replacement came, then she could go home to her own sweet toilet. "God bless," she said. She let out a moan of relief. After fifteen minutes, she figured her replacement would come soon to greet people and bust tables. She left, but decided she HAD to hit the bathroom first. Her house was on the other side of town. A night like this during playoffs there might be traffic from DUI checks by police. Since she smelled like beer from having worked in the bar all night she did not want to take a chance. Her bladder ached very bad. Her face showed discomfort and she held her breath for a minute to take control back. Her legs crossed as she headed to the bathrooms. She reached and tried to open the door to the lady’s room, but it was locked. "Occupied," the person inside said. Amy stepped back, disappointed, and leaned against the wall. Her legs trembled back and forth. She could feel she was losing control. Her whole stomach felt full of pee, and the throbs were as bad as pregnancy contractions. Amy was desperate. "AMY!" Greg screamed from across the bar. She blushed as people looked at her. She hated others knowing she had to use the restroom. She ran over to Greg and saw the occupant leave the bathroom just as she did that. Amy swore under her breath and pictured Greg being pulled into Hell (Amy was a horror writer). She stood in front of Greg while she bounced in place. "You can't just leave your post." "Allison was coming in, it was only a minute difference. I had to-." she cut herself off due to inner shame. "Allison called out. Plus, Mario went home sick, so I had to send Paul off from the floor and into the kitchen to help cook. People love our famous roasted nachos." Amy agreed there, they were the best. "I need you to stay." Amy's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait," she said as Greg walked away. She grabbed him by the arm. "I can't, I really need to-." she stopped again. Damn this inner embarrassment she and others had of letting others know she had to pee. "What?" Greg asked. Amy stopped bouncing. "I . . . eh . . .nothing." Greg left and she stayed at her post. The poor, cute girl's bladder started to beat against her insides. She was a girl who was in shape, so there was not much extra room for the bladder to expand. Her knees went in and out from each other. She bit her bottom lip and looked around. God, I gotta pee! One of her legs crossed in front of the other. She continued to greet people, but after the bar's attendance dropped and less had come in, she felt time to spare. She had held in all her urine for four hours at this point. Her bladder had been full that long, and every minute just felt more pressure, and more pee poured in, making it overflow inside of her. She locked her legs tight as she noticed the warm pain. "Oh no," she whispered to herself. Amy did not have a choice. She speeds walked to the back of the bar to the bathrooms. She wrestled with the handle. Occupied again! She kept wrestling with it. She knocked on the door, "Um, hello?" she squeaked. "Are you gonna be long, I really, really gotta pee!" No one answered. Amy placed a hand on the wall, the other one her hip, legs crossed, and hopped in place. She looked so sad. She saw everyone at the bar. She wished she could stop bouncing but she'd pee herself if she did. A few guys stared at her, a couple of them laughed. Amy shut her eyes and blushed fierce red. Her belly growled loudly, but not for hunger. It's a good thing she wore gym-style short shorts because the waist easily expanded as more and more pee formed inside and pushed against her muscle's walls, making her belly visibly expand. She knocked hard on the door. She placed her hand to her mouth and eyes watered from sadness. She could feel herself as if she woke up early in the morning with a full bladder. But here, she was stuck. A blonde girl in a mini skirt walked up looking just as desperate. "Occupied, sorry," Amy said. That killed her a little inside because it meant bad for as well. The blonde though wrestled with the handle. No reply. She kicked the door and it opened. No one was inside. Amy's mouth dropped opened. It was never occupied; the door was probably just stuck at the knob. Everything so old and rusted in this place no wonder. The blonde sprinted in and shut the door, locking it. "Nooo!" Amy said. She covered her eyes with sleeves that covered her hands. One leg kicked back in the air as she squirmed. "Oh come on, I can't pee myself here. Not here. I know so many of these people." Her desperation was intense and she was worried. She really, really, REALLY needed a toilet. Her bladder stung with hot pain and kept shooting pressure throughout her body. God, I'm gonna pee my pants all because I was stupid and stood in front of a bathroom door that was never occupied! I could've gone! She thought to herself. She heard the toilet flush which caused an eruption of agony inside of her body and mind. She bent forward and held her hands on her knees as they wobbled. The blonde washed her hands and the sound of a pouring sink did not help Amy. The door opened. The blonde left. A man left the men's room, and Amy had a toilet. FINALLY, she went in but before she even clsoed the door she heard rumbling. Brown stuff poured out of the sink, and the toilet started to overflow as well with the same stuff. "EWWW!" Amy shouted, dying inside from her bladder. She ran out and saw the same thing happening to the men's room. She called Greg over. He swore. He shut both bathroom doors and locked them with his key. He slapped OUT OF ORDER signs on both doors. Amy's heart sank. She was afraid to ask. "G-Greg. What the h-hell h-happened?!?" "I never did take good care of this place. The pipes on this end are so old and worn out all that stuff coming out was rust mixed with water and sewage waste. Can't let anyone in there." Amy almost died from hearing that. Her legs squeezed together tight. She started to sweat. "Wait. No one c-c-can go in there? But Jeff I-." she stopped herself. "You have to really go don't you?" Greg asked. Amy shook her head. Lying. "Yeah, ok," he said. "Well hang tight. I still need you here. Mikey is a trained plumber. He can fix the bathrooms in no time. "Greg, I can't stay. I DO have to pee! I can barely hang on; I feel like I'm about to burst. I can't have an accident, please let me-." "Look Amy,I let you have all last week off. You owe me. If you leave, don't come back." This shocked her. Amy had to pee sooooooo bad. She really just wanted to go. Why was he acting like this towards her? "Greg, I was sick all last week. I'm begging you," she said, hands folded out in a plea. She begged, "Please, I am gonna pee my pants if-." Greg put a hand in front of her. He left and Amy took a final glance at the doors. OUT OF ORDER. Those words at her strength. She felt the pee inside of her body boiling. She was dying to use the toilet already. Oh, if only she had realized no one was in it before. Amy went back to work. She passed Mikey who headed to the bathrooms with a toolbox. "Don't worry Amy," he said passing by. "Hold on and you can go in no time. “He gave her a supporting slap on the back which made her eyes widen. She crossed her legs and and crouched a bit down. Tears fell from her eyes. The slap caused a shock through her body that made a couple drops leak out into her panties. Amy's poor black panties had been stained. But it was nothing compared to the mess that will happen if Mikey didn't hurry up. She was helping at tables. Some of the guys turned on by her awkward desperation movements, and they checked her out. Those legs looked great in nylons. Her legs moved back and forth, and her voice trembled when helping customers. "Y-yes mamm, I'll gg-g-get the check for you." Amy could not stop glancing at the bathroom. Come on, come on, come onnnnn!!!!!!! She was trapped! Trapped in a prison without a bathroom. Dozens of people around her, ready to look and laugh if she started to pee her panties. She cried a little. Both from the pain of desperation and thought of embarrassing herself from going in her pants in public. She mumbled in bladder pressure pains, "Googhhg, ohhhhh, brrrgh. Oh....oh....oh." Her inner muscles were losing the battle. Pee was breaking through her cracks, coming through her exit area. "This can't be happening to me." she said. She stood at the door to greet again. She held her arms around herself, her legs crossing and uncrossing, just squirming and squirming. Amy did not have much time left. She and her panties and nylons and reputation were doomed! Across the bar a worker was with guys watching the big screen. They opened a champagne to celebrate a score on the game. The top popped off and champagne shot and poured out. Amy looked in horror, boiling pressure inside of her. "Eeeeeeeeeeee," she squeaked through her teeth. It made her want to release her dying bladder and let it flow but she had to fight. Come on Amy, she thought to herself, You gotta hold it! You can't lose, you have to hold it! She saw Mikey across at the bathrooms. He gave her the thumbs up. He had finished the ladies room. Amy sparked with joy. She was gonna make it. The guys at the table were clearly turned on by her desperation though. As she went to the toilets one grabbed her by the sweater. "Excuse me, can we get refills." Amy looked around, horrified, most of the waiters had gone home, but she was forced to stay. She took the mugs and went to the bar to pour drinks. The pouring killed her more and more mentally. "EEEEEEEEEEeeeee." She cried a bit, and realized she had maybe seconds to get to the toilet to avoid an accident. "Oh no," her heart skipped a beat. A couple more drops leaked out. She felt it under her nylon and roll down her leg. She ran to the guys with the beers. She started to walk away but was pulled again. "Don't forget your tip sweetie," the guy said. She took the $1 bill Seriously. She took off again and was at the bathroom door, toilet fixed, her breathing picking up. "AMY!" Greg screamed. She shut her eyes, ready to close the door and relieve herself finally, but Greg waved for her to come over. She looked at the toilet and bounced in place very fast. The alarms on her bladder going off, as the dam inside was about to give way to her rushing waters. She walked over to Greg, VERY slowly. She was sweating under her sweater, lower belly, hanging over her shorts' waistband, the steaming pressure inside of her. As she got closer to Greg it started to happen. She could not feel it, yet, but it was happening. She was going in her pants. She shook in front of Greg. "I wanted to thank you for tonight. You've proven yourself a great employee and-." He noticed small leaks falling down her nylons. "Oh no," Amy whispered. "God no, don’t let this-NOOOOOOO! No PLLLLLEASE NOOOOOOO!" And as she screamed that BOOM! Her bladder popped inside of her with such force she almost fainted. People watched in amazement, feeling bad for her, and both as a huge busted pipe of pee shot out of her bottom, pouring out of the bottom of her long sweater. It hurt so bad when her bladder popped but pee kept rushing out and streaming down her legs. People started to point and laugh she saw. One guy was even recording with his phone. Amy covered her mouth with her hands which were covered with long sleeves. She was crying so hard as more and more urine leaked out, the stream would not let up. She covered her whole face. Greg stepped back, looking turned on. Happy he hired her....even if he felt bad for this. The bottom of her sweater had pee shot at it, staining it all around from front to back, causing a stink or old vegetables on the floor and her. She almost made it. ALMOST avoided this embarrassing incident, but her poor bladder could not take any more pee. Now it looked like neither could the bar's floor. She tried to run out but slipped on her own pee, landing on her butt. A sweet guy, probably the nicest in the bar, ran up to help her up, placed his sweatshirt around her and ran her out. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. She realized it was Jeffrey, the boy next door. Her childhood crush. Little did she know; she was his as well. He did not notice her all night since he was depressed all day. Amy looked up at him and hugged him so comfort. "It's ok, it's ok," he said. Hopefully, something good might come out from this horrible event. THE END.