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A little over a year ago, I posted a story about a young woman on a very desperate business trip. In the time that followed, I decided to write a sequel to that story, inspired and encouraged in large part by fellow user @Apan, who planted the seed for the idea and helped me get it started. In any case, I'm happy to announce it's finally complete. As usual, I'll be posting it in parts due to its length, starting with the first bit here. The remaining parts will be posted in the coming days, so stay tuned! Enjoy! Abby: Boardroom Despair Part 1 Abigail Moore had woken up this morning with gusto, because today was an important day. It had been marked on her calendar for two weeks, and she’d been preparing for it just as long, spending many long hours poring over documents and crunching numbers to fully ensure she was ready for the task at hand. Today, she would be meeting with one of her company’s biggest client corporations, a well-known defense contractor in the area by the name of Rosen Industries, and in the short year that she had been employed at her firm as a financial advisor, this was by far the biggest project that she had been delegated to take on. Rosen Industries had recently announced their plan to expand their business, an undertaking which was quite significant to Abby’s firm, given their vital involvement with the finances of the operation. And Abby, working in tandem with her boss Mrs. Wilkins, was at the center of it all. It was, without a doubt, a significant milestone in her career and an incredible opportunity to showcase her talents and impress her higher-ups. Being one of the youngest employees at just 25 years of age, it was hard enough to get noticed, so she had no intention of letting this chance go to waste. Knowing how important professionalism would be on this day, she’d dressed for the occasion quite sharply, having planned out an outfit the night before. For her top, she’d picked out a collared, red satin blouse, just slightly loose so that the ripples of the fabric fell nicely over her ample chest, the top button undone, showing off just a bit of cleavage. Down below, she’d gone with a tight gray pencil skirt which hugged the soft curves of her thighs and buttocks, stretching down to just below her knees. Underneath, her legs were wrapped in mid-brown tights, and the package was completed by her favorite pair of black high heels which decorated her feet. It was a very elegant and professional attire, perfectly suited for the importance of the day, and having admired herself in her bedroom mirror, she felt quite confident in them. She would take any amount of confidence she could get, because as excited as she was, there were plenty of nerves bubbling up within her at the prospect of the upcoming events. Those nerves had not disappeared as she sat in her car now, a nagging reminder that she could not afford to mess up today. This day had to be perfect, and she would make sure of that. She relaxed her grip on her steering wheel as she sped down the highway, breathing deeply to calm herself down. You’re going to do great, Abby, there’s nothing to be worried about. She knew she was fully prepared, all she had to do was keep a straight head and do her job as she’d always done. As she drove, she let the hum of the engine fill her mind as she contemplated the day’s proceedings for what must’ve been the hundredth time. Her morning had already gotten off to a different start than usual: normally, she’d make her typical thirty-minute commute to her office, but today she was to go directly to the office of Rosen Industries, where she’d meet up with the company head, Susan Patterson, along with her own boss Mrs. Wilkins and several others from both companies. This office was quite a bit further away, setting her up with a nice two-hour drive to start off the morning. Abby didn’t mind though; it gave her some nice quiet time to herself to get into the right mindset. She’d left the house at 6:45am, timing for a 9 o’clock arrival, which was the agreed upon meeting time. Not wanting to risk being late, she’d kept up a constant high speed, making good time on the road. She did, however, make one stop half-an-hour into the drive. Having spotted the all too familiar Starbucks logo on a hanging road sign, she’d been compelled to pull into the little shop, ever the coffee lover she was. She’d already had her usual cup of morning coffee at home, but she’d always pour herself another one when she arrived at work. That option wasn’t available today, so instead the answer to her caffeine craving had come in the form of a large 24-ounce cup of cold brew, which she’d proceeded to gulp down in all of fifteen minutes. The empty cup rattled in the cupholder next to her now as the car went over a bump, but Abby drove on undeterred. The coffee stop had only cost her five minutes, but she still liked to be early whenever she could. After all, this was the first time she was meeting these company representatives, and first impressions matter. The plan was to meet briefly at the head office, before leaving again to visit the site of the company’s newest planned acquisition: a newly constructed office building located further up north. It would be here that they would meet with the real estate agents, hashing through many details and signing off on all the relevant paperwork, which was sure to be a long and involved process. Once that was done, it would be right back to the head office again for the final meeting, where all the remaining details would be discussed and confirmed. Without a doubt, this was going to be a lengthy and exhausting day, but also an extremely important one for everyone involved, so every step had to be taken perfectly. If there were any hiccups, it could delay the expansion significantly, setting their clients back in time and costing them a lot of valuable money and resources, a disaster that would rest almost entirely on Abby’s shoulders. That simply couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t, Abby would make sure of that. The freeway on which Abby had been zooming down for almost an hour had led her out into the countryside. The Rosen office was located in a smaller suburban town, something that she actually found rather refreshing compared to the busy and chaotic locale of her own office in the inner city. She felt herself starting to relax a bit as she enjoyed the scenery of the green trees spreading out on either side of the highway, the bright yellow sunshine painting a picturesque scene of a beautiful spring morning. She wasn’t far from her destination now, having been on the road for almost an hour and a half by this point. Her GPS reminded her that her exit was coming up in twenty miles, and she made a quick mental note of the exit number. As she surveyed the road in front of her, her eyes were caught yet again by another road sign perched up on the side of the road. This one had only a few words, written out in giant letters: “REST AREA – 15 MILES”. Perfect, this was exactly what she had been looking for. Over the past thirty minutes, she had started to feel the effects of all the liquid she’d consumed, ever so slowly winding its way down her body. It was the all too familiar and inescapable side effect of her favorite beverage, that coffee she loved so much. She was used to this by now, of course, having dealt with it practically every day over the past few years, though that didn’t make it any less of a nuisance. She knew from experience just how quickly the effect materialized, and today, all her nervous energy bubbling up in her stomach was only bound to make it even worse, so it was in her best interest to take care of the issue right here. The last thing she needed was to get caught short on a day like this. With the speedometer on the dashboard hardly ever dropping below 70mph, it took only about ten minutes to approach the rest stop exit. Abby signaled over to the right-most lane, preparing to make a quick rest stop and take care of her personal business before making the final stretch to the office. However, as she got close to the off-ramp, she was met with an unexpected sight: several orange cones had been erected across the little road, with a giant sign hanging over it. “REST AREA CLOSED”. “Oh, come on,” Abby muttered in annoyance. She’d passed by several rest stops earlier, but of course the one that she wanted to use just had to be closed. With a sigh, she veered back over to the middle lane, resigning to the fact that she’d simply have to wait until she got to the office. It shouldn’t be a big deal, at this rate she would arrive fifteen minutes early, giving her plenty of time to use the restroom there before they left. She took her exit which came up shortly after she’d passed the rest area, parting ways with the freeway and merging onto a smaller local road leading almost directly to the office. It would only be another ten minutes now. Or at least, that’s what she thought, until she drove a couple miles down where she came face to face with a long line of cars sitting in standstill traffic on the one-lane road. Aghast, she stared ahead at the congregation of a construction crew, gathered in the middle of the road doing some kind of repair work. It appeared that the entire right-hand side of the road had been closed off, so both sides of traffic had to take turns going on the one remaining lane. On a busy local road like this one, the bottleneck had quite a significant effect, resulting in a line of cars stretching back almost a mile in either direction, at the very back of which sat an anxious Abby, her fingers thrumming against her steering wheel. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a bit of panic starting to emerge within her. She couldn’t be late, not today! She cast an annoyed glance at her phone, wondering why the GPS hadn’t put her on an alternate route to avoid this jam. Thankfully, she still had 20 minutes to spare, but given the painstakingly slow progress, she’d end up cutting it real close. So much for being early. It took another 15 minutes of stop-and-go traffic before she finally made it past the construction zone, and once finally back on the clear road, she pressed her right foot deep into the gas pedal, her eyes glancing nervously at the clock on her car’s monitor: 8:55AM. Just as she’d suspected, this would be a close one, but she had to try and get there as soon as possible. She cursed silently as she was forced to slow down behind the car in front of her, which was driving along casually below the speed limit. Oh, get out of the way, would you?! Abby’s patience was starting to run low; but fortunately, the office was close by, and it didn’t take long to arrive. Abby pulled into the large parking lot just as the clock hit 9:00. She was stopped at the entrance by a barrier gate, next to which stood a small building occupied by a security guard. This was a secure government building after all, and not just anybody was allowed in. The guard peered out the window as Abby came to a stop. “ID?” he demanded in a gruff voice. Abby, who had been ready for this, quickly fished out an ID card that had been sent to her about a week ago which would give her access to the site. The man grabbed the card and swiped it on his card reader, scrutinizing the details that popped up on his monitor. After a moment, he seemed satisfied and returned the card. With a nod, he punched a button, and the barrier blocking her path lifted up to allow her in. Throwing her ID back in her bag, she quickly gave her thanks to the guard before pressing the accelerator once more, zooming into the lot. She sped down the little road probably faster than she should’ve, making her way over to the main entrance. Turning into one of the aisles, she swung her car into an empty spot before killing the engine. There was no avoiding it now, she would be a few minutes late; she’d just have to hope they wouldn’t mind too much. Quickly gathering her handbag and her binder containing many important documents, she exited her car and hurried down the asphalt towards the building entrance, walking as fast as her high heels would allow. She had to produce her ID once more when she got there, tapping it against the card reader embedded in the wall, which flashed green with a beep and unlocked the large glass double doors with a click. Swinging it open, she stepped into the spacious lobby within. “…oh, and here she is!” As Abby stepped into the building, she was sighted almost immediately by her boss, Mrs. Wilkins, a woman of 41 years with a set of recognizable dirty blonde hair, clad this morning in a very formal gray pantsuit with a simple black shirt underneath the matching gray blazer. Abby looked up at her voice to see her standing among a group of four people, two of whom she recognized immediately: Susan Patterson, the current head of the company, and Thomas Miller, an executive who was mainly in charge of the expansion effort, both of them around the same age as Mrs. Wilkins. The other two Abby did not recognize, a man and a woman, more on the younger side but still looking slightly older than Abby. “Ms. Moore, welcome!” Susan extended her hand with a bright smile as Abby strode towards the group. “Please, call me Abby,” was her reply as she grasped the outstretched hand with a smile of her own, giving it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Abby!” This time it was Thomas who spoke, a tall, handsome man with a neatly combed set of black hair. Abby shook hands again in greeting, and twice more after that as she was introduced to the two younger employees, Richard and Sydney. “Renee here was just telling us all about you,” Susan mentioned to Abby, indicating to Mrs. Wilkins. “She says you’ve been working very hard on this for us. I do appreciate that; we certainly can’t pull this off without you.” “Of course, I just want everything to go smoothly today,” Abby replied, feeling good about Susan’s positive comments. “I’m sure it will,” Thomas put in. “We’re in the final stretch now, and we’re certainly eager to get over the finish line!” He clasped his hands together. “Well, now that everyone’s here, there’s no point in dawdling. Let’s get going, shall we? We’ve got a rather long drive ahead of us, I’m afraid.” “Absolutely, I think we’re all ready,” Mrs. Wilkins said with a nod. “Excellent! I was thinking we could all drive up in my car?” Thomas asked. “It should be big enough for all six of us.” “Sounds good to me,” Mrs. Wilkins said in reply. The rest of the group agreed as well, and the six of them set off back out into the parking lot. Just as they were leaving, Abby suddenly felt her bladder signaling to her, reminding her of its presence. Having been so caught up with everything else, she had completely forgotten about her need, and only now remembered that she still had to pee. She’d hoped to pay a quick visit to the restroom before they left, but as the group headed towards the door, it seemed that it was too late for that. Feeling that it would be impolitic to ask everyone to wait for her while she ran off for a comfort break, she quickly decided that it would be best to just put it off. The need was there, but certainly not bad enough that she couldn’t wait. Surely, she’d have another opportunity later to relieve herself. With that, she pushed the matter out of her mind and followed everyone as they headed out to Mr. Miller’s car.

View File I'm going to wet my tight, OH NO! There! I did it! I do have a very big natural bush, don't I? Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 02/08/2023 Category Female  

View File Crossdress grey tights wetting & rewetting Just some wettings in grey tights, beige overalls and heels 😆 The tights were really non-porous, so the pee more or less just feel fell down :s hope you like it ❤️ Submitter SpineApple Submitted 01/19/2023 Category Male  

View File Tight Shorts Pee We couldn't hold it very long! Submitter melikai Submitted 11/20/2022 Category Female  

View File Wetting my nylon tights. Upskirt while I'm wetting my nylon tights. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 11/18/2022 Category Female  

does anyone have a link to the full video? https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pee-desperation-on-denim-skirt/

Just pics of me in crossdress, wetting myself pretty much :s

Just a bunch of pics from recent-ish wetting experiences :s hope you enjoy dem.

We've had the wildly successful Wet Grey thread and all the colours that followed it. So keeping with the theme but with a bit of a twist, is there any interest in a Wet Lycra/Spandex thread? It's certainly one of my top fetishes. I'll get it started and let's see what happens ... hope you enjoy the thread. MOV_0015.mp4

As a "not native" English I tried my best once again... VIVIAN THE WITCH: THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE When I woke up, I was happier than ever. The days at Witch University were over. All that was left was the final test. I prepared for the day like I always do before school. With a proper breakfast and a big cup of strong green tea. I chose my outfit carefully. After all, it was my first day as a real witch. I wanted to look extremely good in front of the witch master, the teacher witches and my class. I sprayed my skin with a magic scent that I'd made myself. It makes everyone around me swoon in love. I put on my best green-striped panties and tights. The outfit was completed by a black tight mini dress and a black witch hat. High heels, magic wand and I was ready for fly to school. Long green hair fluttered around my head when I flew through the sky with the broom of mine. I landed on the ground of the school yard like the other students. We went to the big castle building talking and laughing. Every student got to hear their final exam. There was a lot of excitement in the air. I heard groans and muffled screams from the principal's room as one after another visited there in their turn. Soon it was my turn. "Vivian? Here is a couple of notes in your archives from teachers." Said master. "Oh..." I wondered. "You are too kind and pretty. You should be cruel and wicked wizard more than a fairy godmother or little mermaid." He continued and started to preach. "This another one is even more serious. You have asked pee breaks during the lessons. Real witch cannot show any weaknesses." I nodded and blushed. "This can only mean a one thing. You must make a magic potion to drink and remove this weakness as your final test." He said as he handed me the recipe. I had been dreading this. It took hours to prepare the potion. My urge to pee was already severe and now I would have to stand next to the magic cauldron for the rest of the day. On the other hand, it would prevent me from peeing my pants forever. "But I just drank my morning tea. Could I quickly use the restroom first. Please, Master!" I tried. "No buts. This is your final exam. Prove that you are hard as a rock!" He answered. I had no choice. I walked next to the pot and started my task. My bladder was only hard thing in my body and mind. The pressure felt unbearable now when the permission to pee had cancelled. I had to prepare the magic liquid and taste it. Otherwise, I would wet myself in front of all students. I just had to make this happen! I was able to collect the raw materials and light a fire under the pot. I stirred the soup for hours. My need to pee was huge. The liquid splattered in the pot and it only made me feel worse. I had to dance around the cauldron one hand between my thighs. I heard whispers around me. I also saw how the younger witch students and even their teachers were looking at me with grins. Magic potion was too hot to drink and I had to wait until its temperature dropped. I was so near, but not sure about my bladder control. I was afraid of the public accident more than ever. I sat down on the floor and pressed my knees tightly together. I felt that my only hope was drinking the potion. Right then and there before I really wet myself. Soon I did it. Smelly soup was still very hot and its taste was awful. It didn't bother me much. I thought I was safe and dry now... and forever. I was waiting and waiting, but nothing happened. The pain in my crotch was even worse than earlier. I felt how my panties slowly started to get wet. They were soaking more and more and I just couldn't do nothing to avoid it. Warm pee was running through the fabric of my green-striped tights with a hissing noise! Then I lost my consciousness for a moment. There was a thick cloud in my head and the only thing I realized was that I couldn't control myself at all. My body trembled and I felt relieved... "Viv is pissing herself!" Someone shouted and I heard laughing and giggling. "Wow, we have a massive accident here!" Another student shouted and they all looked at me. I was still pissing like racehorse. There was a big spreading puddle under my butt. I started to cry when I understood what had happened. One of the teachers helped me up. I was dripping wet and I knew everyone saw the glistening bottom of my tight black mini dress. This wasn't the case how I wanted the whole school noticing my gorgeous outfit. We walked into principal's office. I wiped my tearful eyes in front of his ugly face. "I am sure this was a good lesson for you Vivian. Always be a mean and cruel like a real devious witch should be." Witch master taught. Soon I was home again. Undressing my smelly and wet dress, tights and panties. I felt confused and humiliated. I looked at pissgirl's serious face through the mirror. I saw a real witch now. This had been the worst day in my life. I decided: Someday I would find a right recipe of the "not-pee-your-pants-potion".