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  1. Prefix: This is based off what really happened to me yesterday, and I’m only posting it in this forum so I can change some names and locations to not give away where I live. The actual story: Yesterday I woke up a bit early, and by a bit I mean I woke up at 4:30AM. Of course, this isn’t such a bad thing, as with the heatwave gripping England at the moment it gets so hot that I’ve been deliberately sleeping through the hot part of the day. Anyway, the important part was, I woke up at 4:30AM and by 5AM I was fully awake and ready to enjoy my day. Knowing that the weather was going to be sunny all day, and that the predicted temperatures were way too high, I decided to go out to the town early so that it wouldn’t be too hot. This is the root cause of the incident later. I really should’ve realised that at 5AM none of the shops would be open, but I didn’t think that through, and since it had been so many months since I last went up to the town centre I didn’t remember when all the shops opened or closed. So I got dressed, putting on a rather plain but comfortable long skirt and a really comfortable, loose fitting, cool shirt, and went downstairs. I wasn’t hungry, as it was 5AM, so I just made a comically oversized mug of tea, filled up a 1L bottle of water, and drank a glass of Sprite. I sat in my living room for another half hour, drank my tea, grabbed my bag, and set off. Now to most people, walking up to the town centre is probably a pretty common thing, but for me as someone who was stayed indoors for a week and gone an entire weekend without seeing any sunlight, it’s more of once every couple of months thing. But I still knew my way there, and I walked down to it. Other than getting honked by some assholes who ran two red lights and barely missed me, the trip was uneventful, and I soon arrived near the mall. I went past it and into the park nearby, a quite large, nice natural area with lots of trees and plants. I used to go there as a kid all the time, and I’m used to it being full of people, so it was quite surprising when it was completely empty. Nevertheless, I sat down on a bench and got a book out of my bag: Enid Blyton’s The Secret Island, a favourite of mine from when I was a young child. I saw it on a shelf for the first time in 8 years and decided to read it, and now was as good as a time as any. Honestly, the weather was amazing at 5:30AM. (When I arrived in the park) To most people, it would probably seem too cold, as I think it was around 10 degrees, a stark contrast to the 35 degree midday weather and the 42 degrees my bedroom can reach with my PC running, but to me the weather was great. My comfortable temperature range is between -1 and 18 degrees, so 10 was lovely. There was a nice breeze, and the sun was hidden behind the plants, leaving me in the shade. My reading was interrupted around 5:40AM however, by the appearance of a girl. I’m not sure of her age as I’m notoriously terrible with ages, but she clearly wasn’t a fully grown adult but at the same time I’m pretty certain she was at least 14. Probably 15-17. She arrived, and sat on a bench at almost the exact other end of the park in relation to me. I noticed, but I couldn’t really get a good look at her to see if she was someone I knew at that distance because my eyesight is astronomically poor and I need new glasses. I was expecting she’d leave after a while, so I wasn’t surprised when she got up; I was when she sat down again on a bench much closer to mine. From this distance, I could see her in detail. This was when I guessed her age. I definitely didn’t know her, but she looked friendly and had a really nice pink hoodie. I smiled in her direction, and she smiled back, but that was the end of that interaction. I picked my book back up off my bench, and started reading, but I felt my bladder give a little twinge as I finished the chapter. I realised that I hadn’t been the bathroom as I left, but I ignored the twinge and returned to reading as I would just go later when it become more serious. The girl opposite me stood up a little later, and paced about a bit before sitting back down. I didn’t pay much attention though, as I was still reading. I did notice however that she was moving around in her seat more than I expected, but I didn’t think much of it. It was only when she got up fidgeted a little, and moved onto a different bench, that I started getting distracted from my book and started watching her movements with some interest. So I put down the book, and acted like I was just observing the plants behind and around her, which in fairness were actually quite interesting, they’d changed completely since I last sat on a bench here in around 2013. Almost disappointingly she sat still after this for a couple of minutes, and I was about to pick up my book again when she suddenly crossed her legs and shook a little. I tried not to think about the fact that this meant that she needed the bathroom too, now wasn’t the time. But she was definitely uncomfortable, legs crossed, moving around and fidgeting. As if sensing our shared predicament, my bladder gave a stronger twinge, urging me to look for a toilet. But I couldn’t leave now, I had to see what this girl did next. Besides, I was only a little full, I could wait. I got my bottle of water out of my bag and had a mouthful of it, probably not the smartest idea in hindsight, especially as I had been drinking from it periodically anyway. I then picked up my book and continued reading occasionally looking up to see if the girl was doing anything different. After a while, she moved back to the bench opposite me that she sat at earlier, and uncrossed her legs. She was obviously struggling to sit still, but she was hiding her need much better. I looked down again read the next couple of chapters, only to be interrupted: ”U-Umm... hello?”, said the same girl, except now she was standing completely still in front of my, without even shaking her legs. ”H-hello...”, I replied, surprised to see her. ”So... what b-brings you here today?”, the girl asked. ”Oh... I-I just felt like g-going o-out... v-visiting... I-I mean, j-just going outside...”, I said quietly. I really should work on communication skills, when I’m not talking to someone I know I’m really terrible at talking to people. I used to be way better at this too, I don’t know what happened. “I’m out here as I-I-“, the other girl started, before crying out: “A-ah! N-no...”, and grabbed herself hard on the crotch, dancing a little. ”S-sorry... I-I just don’t have an-anywhere else to-to go...”, explained the girl, who had managed to stand mostly still but was still holding herself. I pretended not to notice, and asked her what she meant. ”I-I c-can’t... c-can’t go back home r-right now, for im-important reasons, but I-I really need to call someone... can I please have six... sixty pence for a payphone?” ”Wow, a-a payphone? I haven’t used one of them... w-well ever! I’m s-surprised you know h-how. But sure, here.” I gave her £1.20 incase she needed a longer phone call, as I remembered my mum saying about how they charge based off of call length once. ”Th-thank you... This phone call is-is r-really im-important...”, she said, taking the money and putting it in her pocket. Just as she was about to turn and leave, I asked: ”Are y-you all right? Your l-legs are r-really sh-shaking...”, unable to resist the desire to hear her explanation for her desperation. ”O-oh... y-you noticed, huh? I-I just... j-just really... r-really need the b-bathroom... I-I couldn’t go a-at home e-earlier... and I-I can’t g-go back y-yet... so th-this is a r-real problem...” “I know where there’s some public t-toilets nearby, I could sh-show you.” ”N-no... I’ll be f-fine.”, she said, as she winked and walked away. She sat on the far away bench she first sat on, meaning I couldn’t really observe her desperation anymore, disappointingly. “What a weird conversation, I wonder who she was or why she wouldn’t tell me why she couldn’t go back home. Probably a runaway or something.”, I thought to myself, and went back to my book. Unfortunately for me, I was really starting to feel the effects of that comically oversized mug of tea and that glass of Sprite I’d drank earlier. It was now around 6:20AM, and the twinging had been replaced by a constant, and growing urge, pressing on my bladder. I tried to ignore it, deciding to wait until later, but it was getting really distracting. Even trying to focus on my book couldn’t quite take my mind off of it. Not wanting to look like I needed to go in public, I pressed my legs a little closer together, taking the pressure off a bit while not looking too conspicuous. This made things much more manageable, but at 6:40AM I decided to go the nearby public toilets. So I got up, feeling the liquid slosh around as I moved, which didn’t help with my situation, grabbed my stuff, and started walking. As I reached the first shops, I realised the flaw in my plan to go to the town centre at 5AM. They were all closed. All of them. Opening hours ranged from 7:30AM to 12AM, but none of them were open this early. But that didn’t bother me, I knew I could always wait until later. I continued towards the bathrooms, passing more and more closed shops. I had to take a different route to normal as I couldn’t take the usual shortcut through Poundland, but I eventually found them. Exited, I ran up to the doors, my bladder bulging slightly at the thought of release, only for the door to refuse to open. Looking up, I saw a sign: ”In order to reduce maintenance costs, these facilities will only be open between 10AM and 16PM. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.” “WAIT WHAT!?” “Sorry for any inconvenience!? It’s not something that monitor inconveniences you, not having a bathroom is serious! I swear, England’s been getting worse and worse since everyone started voting Tory...” “Oooh... this is bad. I doubt I’ll be able to wait that long... I think I can hold it long enough to find somewhere else though, there’ll be 24-hour shop somewhere where I can relieve myself...” I turned away from the door, noticing that although they had shut the toilets there was still a working water fountain nearby, so I used that to fill up my bottle of water which I had almost completely drained, adding another litre of water to my already full bladder. Walking away from the toilet block, as merely looking at them, even when they were closed, was making me want to go even more, I found a bench a little way away, and sat down. I squeezed my legs tightly together, as this street was deserted, which made holding it back easier. I then waited until 7AM, as I thought some shops might open at that time. I got back up at 7AM, uncomfortably loosening my legs, and feeling the heavy load I was carrying press harder and harder on me... but I couldn’t give up. Not on a public street like this. I had a drink from my bottle of water, as no matter how desperate I still prioritise hydration. The feeling of the water running through made caused my bladder to give a powerful jolt, nearly causing myself to leak. But I withstood it, and headed back the way I came. I walked down past all of the shops, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed... “There has to be somewhere that’s open, right? I need to use their bathroom so badly...” I walked down into the main shopping street which led towards the centre area that connected to the mall. I couldn’t find any open shops. I eventually found one shop that was open, but it didn’t have a bathroom, even for staff, forcing me to wait even longer. I walked down the path to the mall, unsurprisingly no shops were open. I walked up to the mall, hoping it would be open, but the doors wouldn’t move, and I saw a tiny sign saying it wouldn’t open until 9AM. I turned away disappoint, and luckily spotted a sign, pointing me towards... some toilets! Excitedly I raced in the direction it pointed, and followed a second sign, directly into a set of glass doors. Which didn’t open. The bathrooms where within the mall. But the sign still pointed to them, and I could see the toilets, even the pink female symbol enticing me towards the girls’ room; so close, yet so far. Begrudgingly, I walked away from the secondary entrance, and followed a pathway towards the high street. “Ah... a-ahh... there has to be bathroom somewhere... hopefully on the high street I’ll find an open shop...” I walked past a massive water feature, numerous fountains and water sprayers, which was naturally kept running 24/7 365 days a year, even in negative temperatures, because of course the council have the budget for an important thing like that, just not for something silly like toilets. My poor, aching bladder bulged as I walked past, I could feel the pee trying to force it’s way out. I had to stop and cross my legs for a bit after I got away from it, I barely managed to hold on. ”Thank god it isn’t raining... the sound alone might be too much for me.” Eventually I reached the high street, having cut through a different park, and reached yet another disappointingly shut street. Although almost everything was closed, I saw two promising sites, a 24-hour McDonalds, and a Starbucks. The McDonalds was closer, so I went into there first, trying not to seem like I was too desperate. I walked towards the bathroom, it was a small shop, with a single bathroom for both disabled people, men, and women, but I didn’t care, I just had to pee. I push on the door and... *click.* I wouldn’t open. I turned around, disheartened, and the staff on shift told me it was out of order for maintenance. I hurried out of the shop, feeling my bladder bulge harder than ever. Nevertheless, I moved onto the Starbucks. The doors were open, so I didn’t look for the opening hours sign. I ran in, and spotted a sign directing me to the bathrooms. I sprinted for them, so desperate, only to find that there wasn’t girls’ room! I’m not even joking, it sounds like something from some fan fiction, but there literally wasn’t one. I searched the entire cafe. Men’s, disabled, staff, and then nothing. There were only 3 toilets, and there wasn’t one I could use. Normally though, I’d just bust into the men’s. But then I noticed something, the shop was silent. I turned around and looked to the counter. No one was there. I walked to the door, no one was outside, and then I saw the opening hours sign: it opened at 10AM. Someone had picked the lock or something and got the doors open, leaving the inside completely empty, as the shop shouldn’t open for another hour and a half. I hightailed it out of there, desperate for somewhere to go. There was only one real big shopping area to go to, so I walked round to there. Again, all the shops were predictably empty, except for one, the newly-built (well, newly-built for me, I think it went up like 3 years ago but I’ve only seen it once before.) Morrison’s. All of it’s lights were on, so I ran towards it and... “Yes! Yes! YES! It opens at 7AM! It’s open... I... finally... somewhere to pee...” I sprinted towards the doors, they opened automatically, and I went into the main shopping floor, looking around for a bathroom. And I found one! I walked towards it, trying not to look bursting to the staff, and I walked in, opened the girl’s room, and it was being cleaned. IT WAS BEING CLEANED. Honestly, I don’t know if the world just had it out for me this morning, but every time I found somewhere, something got in the way. I sadly walked out of Morrison’s, feeling my need growing worse and worse, not even sure if I withstand the pressure long enough for them to finish cleaning. I stepped out of the department store, wondering what to do next. It was 8AM by now, meaning 3 hours roughly since I last had a bathroom break. I was just considering finding either some bushes or ideally the council headquarters to pee in discreetly, when my stomach suddenly growled hungrily. Of course, I hadn’t had breakfast, had I? I decided to go and visit a restaurant I knew nearby which was open at this point, as it would make the hour or so until the mall opened much more bearable. I walked towards the entrance, trying my hardest to keep my panties dry. I was very full. I either had to fidget constantly or hold myself to even walk around, if I had to wait much longer I’d be squirming. “Ah... o-oh... if I go in here I have to be absolutely sure I won’t pee myself... I could never live that down... I-I think I can manage, m-my dam will hold.” I stepped inside, and sat down at a table with a booth around it in a certain way which meant it would be very hard to see my legs from most angles, and I then immediately crossed them as tightly as I could, continuing to squirm and fidget under the table. The waitress came over to me: I ordered the same meal I buy every time I go here, along with my usual drink, a large mint-chocolate milkshake, instinctively. I realised my mistake as soon as it arrived; standing before me was a massive glass, the size of a medium sized vase, at least 2 pints at the minimum, probably about a litre. “Oh god... why did I have to order that... I’m so full already...” Despite my doubts that I could hold back another massive drink on top of everything else, I ate the meal, and drank the entire milkshake. I regretted it rapidly, as the second I tried to stand up I nearly lost control and had to fall back down onto my seat. Sitting down, I could mitigate the urge, but not while I was standing up. Eventually, I managed, barely keeping the seal intact by utilising all my willpower and strength. I asked the waitress if I could please use the bathroom before I left, as due to the size of this restaurant the toilet was on the second floor and had to be accessed through a locked door out the front of the restaurant. ”I’d love to let you, but I don’t have to key.” ”W-what... d-do you m-mean?” ”My boss has it, and she won’t be here for an hour or so. I wish she’d hurry, I need to go myself...” ”O-okay... th-thanks anyway...”, I said, and paid the bill. Stepping outside into the colder air nearly made me explode, the sudden contrast causing the floodgates to nearly open. I squirmed around in the spot until the urge subsided somewhat, and slowly began to walk towards the park I was in earlier. I couldn’t wait much longer, I could explode any minute. And it was only 8:35AM. My poor, tortured bladder, pushed to its limits by council idiocy... I managed to reach the park, and sat at my previous bench. But I couldn’t sit still this time, it was impossible to stop moving for even a second. I had to keep fanning my legs, alternating between crossed and double crossed, with both hands buried deep in my crotch, and even then it was nightmarishly hard to resist the desire to let it all come flooding out. I tried to distract myself, but I couldn’t. All I had to do was wait another 20 minutes, and the mall was really close... “Nnngh... w-why... a-ahh... why did I d-drink that... I-I was b-bursting before, n-now I-I could e-explode any... o-ooh... s-second...” Each minute felt like an hour. After about 5 agonising minutes, a little spurted out. After another 5, a much larger leak happened, but I held back most of the force. It felt like I was trying to fit an entire ocean into a glass, my bladder stretched like a water ballon, big and bulging. “I-I must endure it... I-I can’t give in...” I just about made it, the church in town rang out it’s 9AM bells, and I sighed with relief, if I hadn’t been trying to hold back a waterfall I would’ve jumped for joy. “C-come on... j-just have t-to make it t-to th-the m-mall... j-just a little longer...” I slowly stood up, bladder feeling heavier than my CRT TV, a bit more spurted out, causing a leak, but I stemmed the flow, and ignoring the slight black spot on my skirt I embarked towards the mall, trying to keep the floodgates closed. I reached the secondary entrance from earlier, and sprinted in, before the automatic doors had finished opening. I ran towards the bathroom, my only goal being to get in there. I was nearly in a cubicle when my body realised there was nothing holding back the oncoming floodwaters from overflowing, overfill bladder, and it started coming out just before I was able to throw a door open and get into a cubicle. It all came flooding out, most of it into the toilet, and it was honestly an incredible feeling. Although my panties got a bit wet, as I was wearing a skirt rather than trousers it was better than it would’ve been if I’d warn tracksuit bottoms like I considered before I left, that would’ve p been much worse. End of story: Wow, this is certainly the longest story I’ve ever written on here. Sorry for not posting in far too long, I got back from my holiday a while ago expecting to starting using this site more often, but I’ve just been so busy omorashi has barely been on my mind. I was gonna write something the other day, but then my chronic fatigue syndrome started acting up and I slept for 18 hours. Yesterday’s near-accident just gave me the incentive to post on here again.
  2. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  3. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  4. This isn't actually a new story, just a description I my accident in school that is more leisurely than the one I posted before. This is a true story about an accident that I deliberately caused myself to have after fantasizing about it for a year. I wet my pants in school, while all my classmates could see me, when I was seven years old. I first began fantasizing about doing this during the previous year, when I was in kindergarten, so I was either five or six. I heard a boy in first grade---a year ahead of me---say that a girl had wet herself in class. I thought that would be horribly embarrassing, and I kept trying to picture what it would feel like physically. I also thought it would be incredibly sexy to be the victim of such an accident in front of everybody. I didn't know the word "sexy" then, so I didn't think of it in that language, but that word fits the feelings I associated with it. Another thought was overwhelming: this can happen. I could be in school and lose control and wet myself. The whole picture of myself having such an accident, and the thought that it could really happen, became something I thought about every day. And somehow I felt that some day this would happen to me. One begins first grade at the age of six, and usually reaches the age of seven before the school year is over, and so it was with me. On or near the first day of class, the teacher mentioned that if the only way to avoid wetting oneself is to run out of class without stopping to ask for permission, that was OK. It seemed as if just doing that would take some courage. This whole scenario was a recurring thought during the whole school year. Each day we took a toilet break in the morning and one in the afternoon, and we could use the facilities during the lunch hour. I think as the weather warmed up in the spring, it began to seem more like a possibility that I could have an accident. I thought: I want to experience this. Why don't I just wet my pants on purpose in class some day? But I also wanted it to be an accident. I remembered having accidents when I was three or four. The way it happened then was I would unexpectedly start peeing in my pants. Sometimes it flowed down my leg into the bottom of my shoe and my sock got soaked, as did my pants of course. Once I had an accident when I was four, when my mother had been trying to make me realize I shouldn't do that any more, and at some point she threatened to make me wear a diaper if it happened again. And one day it did, and she made me wear a cloth diaper and clear plastic pants, with nothing over them. I was dressed that way when one of my mother's friends visited. Somehow I remember it as somewhat embarrassing and vaguely sexy. So I thought: that's what the teacher will do to me if I have an accident. I'll be dressed like that in front of all my classmates. One day the weather was sunny and pleasant and I thought it would be a good day to have an accident, and although I realized I didn't have the courage to just stand there and pee in my pants, I could make myself lose control by drinking a lot of water all day and never using the bathroom. When I got to school I went to the drinking fountain and drank a lot of water. When we took our potty break that morning, I needed to pee, but I didn't use the facilities and I drank a lot of water again. By lunch time I needed to pee badly. On the way to the cafeteria I drank a lot of water. During lunch I had to suppress squirming. After eating I drank quite a lot of water again. When we were all seated in class I thought, now maybe I'll unexpectedly lose control at some point, the way I did when I was four. But what happened was that it became painful to desperately try not to pee. I realized it might be that way for a long time---two hours maybe? I _could_ just go ahead and pee myself. But there's no way I had the courage to do that. Finally I realized it's not going to be like when I was four, and I'd probably just sit there in pain all afternoon. I chickened out and asked for permission to use the facilities. The teacher said "Can you hold it a little while longer?" I actually thought I could. It was going to be painful. I said yes. Some time later the teacher had us all stand up to sing. This seems like an amazing coincidence, since my fantasies had always been about wetting while standing up. It was really painful by then, and I thought about the teacher having said it was OK just to run for it. But I still thought I could hold on, despite how intense it was. So in that state I stood there and tried to participate in singing. Then I thought just maybe I might lose control and wet myself, and I thought OK, why not just go ahead and do it? It's what I wanted to happen. But when it came to the point where I had to actually do it in order to do it, I didn't have the courage. So I still stood there while it got worse. And worse. Then I thought I was in danger of an accident; I might not make it. What would happen if I lost control? Here's what I thought would happen: pee would shoot out in front of me in a long arc, and fall on the floor, and everyone would watch while it happened. For the longest time I just kept thinking that would happen. Here's an odd thing: I had enough courage to deliberately set myself up to have an accident, thinking it would happen, but when I reached the point where I considered whether to go ahead with it, I lacked the courage, and now when I thought a horribly embarrassing accident might happen to me in another twenty minutes, while I was in agony the whole time until then, I didn't have the courage to run out of the room to use the facilities either! I kept reminding myself the teacher had said that was OK. I thought: alright, that's what I'll do. But as soon as I was at the very point of moving toward the door, I chickened out again. So I thought there was real danger that I would wet myself, but probably I'd make it and avoid that. That agonizing state also went on for a long time. While in that equilibrium state where the various forces moving me ended up making this clearly unsatisfactory compromise, something happened: I felt my desperation getting much worse. I then realized it was moving toward the boundary. It would happen if I didn't run for it. Should I run for it? But now another thought affected me: what I had planned for and fantasized about was going to happen. Success. But how embarrassing! How could I have done this to myself? I'd feel my desperation moving toward the boundary for maybe five more minutes and then it would really happen. When I thought I had a few minutes left to wait, I felt the oddest thing happen, that has never happened to me before or since. I lost control but I wasn't peeing; I just knew that it was going to happen in a few seconds. It's too late. I'm going to wet my pants. Right here. This state may have lasted five seconds, but it was long enough for lots of thoughts to run through my mind: __why__ didn't I run for it when I had the chance? Why didn't I get some last warning a few seconds before I lost control, that would have made it possible for me to run for it? I really thought I had a few minutes left; why did I suddenly lose control so unexpectedly when I should have had a few minutes left? I then felt something else happening that I've never experienced before or since then. I could actually feel the fluid moving inside me before it reached my dick and started flowing through it. It's coming! Then I felt it moving upward through my dick. Nothing could stop what was about to happen. Then finally flowing out of me onto my skin, getting my skin and my clothes wet. It was warm. It didn't shoot out in an arc in front of me and it didn't shoot upward, but sideways onto my right leg, and then down my leg. And I thought flowing sideways like that isn't how I'd wanted it. I remembered how when I was four it would soak the bottom of my shoes and my socks would get completely soaked, and I thought: I hope that doesn't happen now. It quickly went down to my feet and totally flooded the bottom of my shoe and kept gushing out. It was many years after that that I realized the bottoms of my feet are erotically sensitive, and maybe that's why it was at that point that my dick stood up straight. Pee started shooting up above my waist, soaking my shirt almost up to the bottom of my rib cage. I'd never pictured getting the front of my shirt soaked. Everyone was still singing; no one else suspected anything was going on except that we were all singing. And then it started heading down my left leg while the flow continued down my right leg. This was going to be a really major soaking. Then the bottom of my left foot got completely soaked and I kept on peeing intensely into my pants. And everyone kept singing. And I kept peeing and thinking in a few seconds I'm going to be the whole center of attention and everyone's just singing. There's a classmate standing beside me singing while I'm standing here wetting my pants. Both legs and my crotch area and my waist and my shirt above my waist are soaking wet I I'm still peeing at full strength as if they weren't wet enough yet, and I can't do anything about it, and they're all singing, not suspecting they'll all be looking at me and watching the incident they'll tell everyone about later. I kept on peeing. And kept on peeing. At some point I thought: OK, that's enough. But I couldn't stop. As long as the pee kept flowing down my legs and a growing puddle kept growing below me, I think it was relatively quite, but then some pee fell _between_ my legs and made a splashing sound. That's what did it. A girl behind me shrieked "-------- is wetting his pants!!!!". Everyone fell silent and I still stood there peeing with great force and unable to slow it down, let alone stop. It kept going and everyone was staring, seeing me do it. The girl's shriek has always irritated me; I've always felt she could have done it differently. She could have somehow called everyone's attention to what was happening in a way that implied fascination with a sight one rarely sees. I think if I had seen a girl having an accident I would have just stared, watching it happen, and not said anything, letting others do that. Over on the Experience Project web site, I woman with a major wetting fetish posted a story (this will seem like an unlikely coincidence, but it's true) that when her third-grade class was singing before an audience consisting of the whole school, she saw the boy standing next to her wet his pants, and she just stared in fascination, and even felt a bit envious because she wanted to have an accident too. I'd have loved having a girl who felt that way see my accident. I wish I could invite all females I've seen on the internet who have this fetish to go back in time and be there to watch. I stood there and kept on peeing my pants in front of everybody. I tried to stop. I couldn't do anything. It kept flowing until none was left. The teacher asked why I didn't run to the lavatory. Couldn't I remember that she'd said that was alright? I think I just said I didn't know. She told me to go to the lavatory now and finish what I'd started. I said there wasn't any left. But she insisted. I just stood there disobediently. And then she insisted more emphatically. I remember the effort it took me to move from where I stood and walk toward the door. I was going to go out into the hallway where people might see me. I walked down the hall, expected to hear someone gasp and say "That boy wet his pants!". No one did. I stood before the urinal and had no pee left. I knew exactly what to expect when I got back to the classroom. The teacher would say I shouldn't be wetting my pants at this age, and now I have to wear diapers. She would make me take all my clothes off in front of the class and put cloth diapers and clear plastic pants on me, and I would be required to sit at my desk in class wearing those and nothing else. I thought that that diaper would have been useful a few minutes earlier. I'd have had an accident in my diaper and no one but me would have known. When I got back to class, that didn't happen. The teacher told me my pants would dry by the end of the day. They actually did. No one ever mentioned the incident to me after that, either in school or at home. Somehow that seems surprising. During subsequent years in school I had fantasies about this happening again, but I never attempted to make it happen and it didn't. I still have all sorts of fantasies about similar incidents, but always involving female audiences who properly appreciate the erotic nature of what happened. Sometimes they abduct me and force me to have an accident, and require me to wear diapers and be the pet wet diaper boy in the sorority house.
  5. Alright so I decided to do a wet and thought I'd catch some of it half way through on video.... Mid piss my dad walks in the house shouting up hi (I've got to help him fix the lights in my room) so shit.... I got up in the video thinking he was coming up but he went in the living room and all the pee started trickling out into my jeans so I sat back down.. I thought it was safe so I wet a bit more and started masterbating. He then shouts up lets do the lights and he's on the way up so I'm not like fuck. Hop up pull my (skinny) jeans up over my pants which are soaked and he's knocking on the door. At this point I still really need to piss and all my rolling stuff is out on my dresser so I'm trying to hide that and shout one sec. Whilst this is going on I can feel dribbling where my bladder just wasn't ready to stop. Grab my dressing gown and hold it over the front of myself and open the door like "chill why rush" he's like what took you so long ect. So he brings a ladder in my room whilst I'm stood with my boxers literally dripping wet in my jeans and there's a few spots coming through. So I squeeze past and say go ahead and start, I'm gonna have a quick shower (as I just had my haircut earlier). I ran in the toilette finished off masterbating in the shower and walked out back into my room with my jeans and soaking boxers wrapped up in the towel. I threw them in the corner and helped finish them off and now I'm sat telling you guys. Not a great experience for me but I'm sure it'll be interesting for others lol. trim.C4786ADC-95E1-4B1C-91E4-C1ABE763474D.MOV
  6. FunkyNoJunkie

    girlfriend wet for me

    Wrote this a few weeks ago but I guess it never got approved.. it's a copy and paste . Not in the mood to go fix all the spelling stuff so sorry in advance. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something. Edited August 29 by FunkyNoJunkie 0 Quote Your content will need to be approved by a moderator Reply to this topic... Follow0 GO TO TOPIC LISTINGWetting experiences
  7. ChloeLeSaurus

    female My First Wetting!

    I wet for the first time today. It was a weird experience, but I liked it. I enjoy desperation, and in the past I would hold until I felt I couldn't hold it anymore, or it would start hurting, and then go to the bathroom. But today the lovely Beatrix added me on Skype and we got to talking, and she convinced me try wetting. So, we fired up a Skype call and I started drinking. Over the next couple hours, I drank a can of root beer (12 oz), a can of Coke (12 oz), a Snapple (16 oz), and a water bottle (25 oz). By the time I finished, I was so desperate to pee. I felt like any second I would leak, or even burst everywhere. By the time it got so bad I didn't think I could stand it, I decided to just let go. I had a towel under me, and I was wearing underwear but no pants. I emptied my bladder onto the towel. It felt... great. There was such a feeling of relief when I let go, although I had to push it a bit due to my nervousness. I was peeing for ages. I had never been that desperate to pee before, and it felt like heaven to just let go. By the end of it I was sitting in a puddle of pee, feeling so relieved, accomplished.. and very naughty. This is something I've never done before and it was such a new, interesting, amazing experience. I can't say I was crazy about the cleanup, but I definitely would try it again. Maybe next time I'll wear jeans, and stand in the bathtub so I don't have to clean it all up. But I definitely want to try that again. [Edit: Augh, I totally guessed at how to put the Female icon in the board name. Do you have to put a hashtag and no brackets, or what?]
  8. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something.
  9. This happened yesterday morning. While I am light remodeling the upstairs bathroom (replace the faucet, scour all the surfaces, fill, wash , and clean the bub), I have discovered that I get a huge urge to pee when I am in the most awkward of situations. Yesterday, I was trying to uncouple the water supply hoses to the faucet - which means I was under the sink (inside the cabinet) when the urge to pee hit. I knew I could hold it for a while yet and went back to concentrating on releasing the stuck threads. The more I pushed and pulled against the stuck hose, the more my lower back slid off the towels I had propped under me. The edge of the cabinet pressed into me. I finally got the threads to turn, a little bit, but had to twist myself to get an angle to loosen it more. I pushed the wrench. I could hear my stomach slosh. The cabinet pressed into my side. Breathe. Ok, now I was feeling more pressure. The more I turned the wrench, the more I moved the more I felt it. Then I could hear water running. I had turned off the water and disconnected the hoses, so I knew it wasn't the sink. As I turned, and twisted, my bladder began to ache a little bit. I stopped and listened again. There it was - water running - but kind of far off. That sound was making me squirm. I pressed my legs together to see if that helped the pressure. It didn't. If could get this one side off (turn 1/8 of a turn), reposition the wrench, then I could slide out and have a pee. OH, don't think that word. Turn another 1/8 turn. Could it be the toilet? Turn another 1/8 turn. No, the toilet is unhooked and off. Turn another 1/8 turn. Ooooh. I felt my bladder pushing. (Don't think about it, turn the wrench!) Turn another 1/8 turn. Slip. Damn! Replace the wrench. Turn 1/8. Reposition the wrench. Turn 1/8 turn. If I got out now, I'd just have to get back into position (Turn 1/8 turn). Focus on something else. (Turn 1/8) I need to use my itunes gift card. (Turn 1/8) What do I need to add? (Turn 1/8) Do Vixy & Tony have a new CD yet? (Turn 1/8) Do I have all of Crystal Bright & The Silver Hands yet? (Turn 1/8) WHERE was that water sound coming from? (Turn 1/8) (Turn 1/8) Ooh, my sides are beginning to hurt. (Turn 1/8) I can feel my bladder pressing. (Turn 1/8) (Turn 1/8). (Turn 1/8) I can hold it. Just squeeze like you are trying not to come. (Turn 1/8) OH OH that hurts! (Turn) (Turn faster) (Turn faster) I can't let go here ... someone downstairs might wake up and see me half under the sink - peeing myself. (Turn faster) (Turn faster) (Turn faster) OK, I can hold it. I think I might have dribbled a little. (Turn faster) (Turn faster) I'll say it was from the sink. (Turn faster) (Turn faster) I can still hear the water. (Turn faster) The dishwasher? (Turn faster) No, It must be up here. (Turn faster) (Turn faster) (Turn faster) The wrench slides down with the faucet hose. Droplets of water hit me in the face. (OH NO...! Ok a few drops or more leak.... I can hold it...) Wait... it's only water left in the supply line. (Whew!) Now I can get out... Then I feel it. A trickle of water on my toes. Tickling. Wet. Warm. I feel it. The warm, naughty feeling of relief when I let go. The rush of air to my lungs; oxygen to my brain; the dizziness of the warm jets. My pee is noisy in my pants, through my underwear and I flood my thighs, stomach. I feel the heat of my hot stream covering me. It is running over my hips and between my cheeks. It is tickling my balls and wetting my hair - plastering it to my inner thighs and legs and stomach. My flood seeks to cover as much of me as it can reach. It is the same feeling after I pull a splinter out of my finger. The pressure is suddenly gone. Released. No ... RELEASED. Like a diver's frantic breath. A gulp that fills the entire body and makes it buzz and tingle. ... I am breathing again. (I think.) The deluge slows a little. I am dizzy. I am hard. I may have even orgasmed. I don't know. I am wet. I am so wet. I think I am done when I breathe and I feel another warm gush. It flows easily now, over the path of the other streams. I remember to breathe again. This is what the land must feel like as a river floods its banks - soaking everything.... ... I don't know how long I am out (if at all). I am soaked and smell of pee. Like mineral spring when you expect a stream. I want to see if it is like that, but all at once ... I feel ... Cold. Naughty. Excited. (Did I really just pee myself - and the floor?) Naughty. Horny. Embarrassed. Relief. I want to lie here forever... if the pee was still warm, I might have even fallen asleep... Thanks to everyone for being so supportive that I felt I could share this with you.
  10. tennyson

    Memory of a long time ago

    I was reading Vikka's thread (I use to ask friends to watch me wetting myself and masturbating) and it inspired a memory of something that happened to me a long time ago. I was encouraged to make my own thread with the story. It is reposted nearly verbatim from the other thread. This is basically unedited (except the typos and grammar I noticed while trying). I am afraid that if I try to change anything, I am going to either change what I needed to get out and/or alter what I had written. Any errors, such as s/v disagreements; run on sentences; ending sentences with a preposition like "to"; and the like are going to stay. I cannot stop using the parenthetical remark (for examples: this one, and the following,) to clarify things. It is the way I think and express myself in the written form (much to the chagrin, I am sure, of my AP English teacher so many aeons ago.). I have digressed long enough, When I was thinking about what I did (above), it triggered memories from a long time ago. There is a point (well marked by ***** ) where I fantasized during the middle of what happened once. Hopefully it isn't too disjointed. I am going to let it pour out and post it. If I edit too much or think about it, then I will chicken out. I have a cousin (very much like Frachas - who could get me to anything for her). She would vacation with us (her mom was always working / off with some new guy or husband / fighting with her) and I remembered how she would lie out in her bikini on one of the vinyl band beach loungers. It was great access to see her pee. She could even drop the back of her bottoms and let me watch / taste her while she was peeing. Sometimes, she would tie me to the lounger and invite friends over (one each time). I would be so embarrassed and so excited. She would talk with them, while I was in full view - waiting for me to burst. I remember a couple of times that her friend would come over and sit by my feet and hold her hand over my penis (still in my bathing trunks) while I peed. Once, a friend of hers straddled me and peed on me. If we were at the beach or somewhere not near home, she would hold me close to her, making sure I was pointed down, and make us wait until we were bursting. I wouldn't get hard (I was very nervous that someone would see us - she always had her back facing to the public.). When I couldn't hold it any longer, I would pee into the sand behind her. She would pee all over me. One time a girl/young woman who was slightly older than us stopped and watched until we finished. After my cousin and I parted, she approached us and went off with my cousin for a few hours. Of course, I went through a huge crush phase with my cousin, no, I always had one on her. She had an all girl sleepover for her birthday. She and a group of her friends were in the basement all night watching TV and eating frozen pizza. I was not allowed (and even though I THOUGHT about it, I would never have crashed the party without my cousin's permission (ok, direct order). I went to sleep. She came up and told me that the trash was overflowing and I needed to take it out. Everyone else was asleep. I went downstairs and saw everyone in pyjamas on sleeping bags. I tried not to look. I cleaned up the trash and took it out of the basement door. When I went to go back in, the door was locked. I went around to the front door. Locked. The garage door - locked. Since no one else was up, I went back to the basement door and knocked. My cousin asked me what I would do to get in. It had been a few years since she had played this game with me - so I was really dense at first. I was getting cold and had to go. I told her I'd do anything she wanted to come in. She was quiet for a few minutes. I said a little louder that I do ANYTHING she or her friends wanted. ANYTHING. (I had never told anyone about our games together - so I wasn't sure what she was going to do with a group of friends present.) She asked if I meant anything, anything (our code phrase). I said yes. She unlocked the door; told me to strip; and put a huge cloth on me. I was so embarrassed. She led me to the small bathroom off of the basement. I sat in the tiny stand up shower by the toilet in just a cloth diaper. She told me to stay until she said I could leave. It was hot in the bathroom because it was next to the furnace. Fantasies (and terrors) poured through my head as I sat there. As much of one as I remember is below: (unfortunately this is only what I remember that I fantasized about what could happen. What DID happen is after the second *****) ************************************************** She unlocked the door and pulled me in. I was shivering, nervous, and cold. Then I saw all the girls smiling. Oh hell, I thought, they are going to dress me up as a girl and I am never going to get a girlfriend if they do that. They blindfolded me and took off my shirt. They made me lie down and took off my shoes, pants, and underwear. All I could think of was how much of a small penis I had (have) and how when I am nervous it almost completely retracts. I felt my ass being lifted and I thought 'oh, here comes the dress' . Something was being put on me. It was noisy and I could not figure out what it was. My cousin whispered that I could not move from that spot until she said so. I felt hands on me - and some breath and hair? Then the room got darker and I felt warmth near my face. ("Lick" was said into my ear). I extended my tongue and felt flesh. Then my nose was between someone's cheeks. I licked and she moved until my tongue went inside her. She was pushing onto my mouth for a bit and then got up in frustration. Quickly another was on my face. I licked her and she trickled a little into my mouth. She was very salty. I wasn't ready and gagged a little. She rubbed herself across my mouth and nose and came. I don't remember how many girls there were or who was on my face. The next one speared my nose into her bum. She rubbed herself off while my nose was pushing into her. After her was a taller girl. I knew that because she had to squat a longer time to get contact. She put her bum right over my mouth and my cousin said "lick deeper". I stuck my tongue inside and she tasted kind of tangy? She did not stay long and then I am not sure if or how many more were there, but I knew the smell and feel of the next girl. My cousin smothered me and let loose a flood in my mouth. I could taste her skin and her excitement. She leaned over and moved off whatever was covering my cock. ("Pee" she commanded). I tried. I was nervous and was breathing heavily. I could taste her pee in my mouth. She took me in her mouth - her teeth grazing my head. It was painful, ticklish, and wow, just wow. She sat back up, and planted her bum over my mouth ("Tease me" she commanded). I traced around her hole as her hands stroked me. I know I wasn't hard and I ached to be hard. (I felt like I was going to pee like Old Faithful and orgasm - but I couldn't do either.) She climbed off and asked me quietly if I was ok? (yes). Was I nervous? I nodded. She put the cloth something over my cock again and lay beside me, holding me. ("It's okay, it's just us here..."). After a bit I relaxed and if someone had told me I went off like a firehose. There were surprised squeals and hands on the cloth covering me. I felt very self conscious and shy and afraid of what I was to be called. Someone sat on top of my hips and peed on me. ************************* That was all I remember of the fantasies (what ifs while I was sitting there). Here is what did happen (during while I was having the fantasies). A girl got up and came into the bathroom. I looked at her and she seemed curious and embarrassed. She asked me to turn my head. I did. She peed without me seeing her. She got up and left. Another girl came in and tried to close the door, to which my cousin got up and pulled it open. She tied it open so no one could close it. Her friend shrugged and pulled her panties down and sat down. She peed and farted a lot. She got up and wiped, giving me a view of her bum and lips. She wiped front to back and tossed the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I was beet red. The next girl ran in and was peeing before she got her panties off completely. She sprayed everywhere. I did not get to see her. Another girl came in a bit later and wiped the toilet seat with 409 before sitting down. As she tossed out the paper, I could see her damp panties as she peeled them off herself and sat down. I sneezed and felt myself peeing. The girl on the toilet just stopped breathing. Everyone ran over and crowded into the doorway. I tried to stop but I could not. I know I was burning red in the face. I knew I was going to get beaten up at school on Monday because someone would tell. I was sopping wet from my chest to my legs. When I was done, one (or two or more - i don't remember) of the girls took off the diaper cloth and showered me. They took me into the basement area and dried me off. They put my clothes back on me and I think one of them kissed my cheek. I guess I made it back upstairs to bed. No one ever mentioned what happened. I've never told anyone this before. I have had a couple of female friends who were into public wetting (and/or exhibition, masturbation, sex, wearing diapers). I never even told them about this.
  11. Anathema

    malefemale One quest too many

    So, I'm kind of a boring guy. I'm afraid of wetting in public, and I'm just not prone to true accidents. Being a geek, I've always played video games, and where I end up wetting myself most of the time is in front of the computer. I put a garbage bag down on the chair, and sit on a couple folded bath towels to protect it. I've never managed to overflow the towels. It's very hard for me to drink enough to lose control, so I play bladder games to keep things from becoming painful and not fun. I'll relax my muscles and try to get as close to peeing as possible without leaking, then clench it back again. It's a game I never win for very long. Lately, I've been playing Borderlands 2. It's a fantastic for desperation games because of it's many addictive game mechanics. You always want to finish just one more mission, or one more badass rank, or just level up, and before you know it, hours have slipped by. So there I was, playing my game, kicking ass and taking names. My bladder was getting quite full, so to hurry things along I instituted a rule for myself. Every time I finished a wave of enemies and things got quiet again, I had to relax my muscles and get as close to wetting as possible. Every few minutes I found myself pausing to relax to try and start peeing without actually peeing. I don't tend to fidget much until the seal is broken, so if you were watching, it would look like nothing more then I was stretching my wrists. Before I knew it, an hour had passed and I was still dry, my natural urge to not pee in my pants still winning out on my attempts to tease it into submission. It wouldn't last long though. Every time I paused, it got easier to relax and let go, and harder to prevent myself from breaking the seal. Finally it happened. I relaxed a little too much and broke the seal. A squirt leaked out and into my boxers. With my dick pointing up, the warmth was unmistakabke. There was no wet spot on my jeans though. With the seal broken things began to happen very quickly. I was able to stop the leak, but the urgency was unrelenting and I had to clench constantly to prevent from drenching myself. I also began to fidget like, well, a boy about to wet his pants, grabbing myself and squeezing my thighs together tightly and leaning forward. Not that it helped. Seconds after the first leak, my muscles slipped again and I leaked more, a full second this time. I had really done it now, there was a large stain on my pants and my crotch was bathed in warmth. I was able to stop peeing again, but the dam had burst and it was in vain. A second after stopping, I lost control, and this time I was only able to stop the strong flow after several seconds. No sooner had I gotten it under control, my muscles simply gave out entirely and i leaned forward letting it all flow out into my jeans. I could hold back no more. Finally it was over, and I pushed the last of my pee out into my pants. my lap was completely soaked, and I had a delightful warm and wet feeling. I was going to clean up right away, but I just wanted to finish one more mission...
  12. So I thought it would be fun and smart to go Black Friday shopping diapered, I wouldn't have to lose my place in line and it would keep me warmer. Great Idea right? So before heading out I put on a DC Amor and several layers of clothing for the cold weather. I also stop to get a coffee on the way(this comes back to bite me later) By the time I get to Walmart I already have to go so I just let loose right as I get out of my car. If you dont already know, DC Amor's have extremely good absorbency so I wasn't worried about wetting so soon. I get my place in line, at this point it's about 90 minutes before they open and I still have most of my coffee to drink, I pass the time reading the ads and such they handed out. about an hour later the coffee has run right through me, this time it's an absolute waterfall, I wet so much i was starting to push the limits of the diaper as I felt the soakedness of the padding creep further up my backside, If you've ever worn a DC Amor you know that they get really poofy when wet so I was in heaven at this point. Right before they opened the store things took a turn the coffee I drank had started to affect my other bodily functions. Don't get me wrong, I like messing, but I'm really not interested in public messing because of the smell and I didn't really want to deal with trying to take off my diaper under 3 layers of clothing in a public restroom so I just decided to hold it until i got home. The feeling went away after they let us in, I got what i wanted quickly and headed towards the checkout. As I was at the checkout my bowels returned with a vengeance. It started to become painful. Thankfully I made it out of the store and headed towards my car. As I got to my car it was a losing battle, it got to the point to where i couldn't walk without feeling like my insides were going to burst, I had no choice but to just let it go and I started filling my diaper right there in the parking lot. Thankfully nobody was around so my embarrassment was minimal. It was about 10 hours after my thanksgiving meal so wouldn't you know it was probably one of the biggest messings I've ever had, As the Second wave came my diaper was being pushed out so much i swear you would be able to see it through all my layers of clothing. I never dreamed of filling a diaper that much. Then I had to drive home, yeah i wont go into detail on that
  13. Anathema

    malefemale A Long Walk Home

    So I've been lurking a long time, and I figured I needed to give something back. None of my fiction ever gets finished, so have a story about the first and only time I accidently wet my pants. It was back in high school, and like any sane person I avoided the school bathrooms unless I really needed them. They weren't gross, and I used them without hesitation when I needed to, but I prefered to wait until I got home. I lived about 2 miles away from my school and because I lived so close, the town charged a fee for school bus service. My parents weren't eager to pay the fee, and I didn't want to be a high schooler who still rode the school bus. I sure as hell wasn't getting a car, so I walked to school through the sleet and snowdrifts 5 feet high, up-hill both ways, over broken glass and razor blades carrying 50 pounds of textbooks while butt naked! Er. Sorry. I got a bit off track there. So I walked to school every day, and I had 2 ways I could do it. I could follow the streets, or take the shortcut. Taking the shortcut allowed me to walk almost straight home as the crow flys, but required cutting across the athletic fields, through some woods and a couple back yards. Taking the streets allowed me to walk along sidewalks the enitre way home, but required walking almost twice as far. As you can imagine, I used the shortcut unless there was a half a foot of snow on the ground or it was otherwise impassable It was late in fall, all of the leaves had fallen from the trees and it was getting cold! I was done with classes for the day and like I had hundreds of times before, I walked past the boys room dispite my urge to pee. It was no big deal, I'd been doing it for years and never had so much as a leak. I walked outside and began walking home. My jacket had seen better days and when I went to zip it up I discoved the zipper would no longer work. It was going to be a long cold walk home. As I climbed up the hill at the edge of the athletics fields, I was beginning to regret not peeing back in school. The cold weather was doing me no favors, making my bladder really begin to complain. There was no urgency yet though, and I certaintly didn't want to walk all the way back to school, so I pressed on, deciding I could pee in the woods I needed to treck through to reach my street. I had done so once in the past because I thought it would be fun, and the foliage obscured me from the surrounding houses. As I reached the small path through the woods, The pressure in my bladder began to become more urgent then just pressure. The cold and my broken jacket were conspiring against me and I was freezing! I hurried down the path where I knew I could pee and not be seen. Remember how I said It was late fall? When I got to my spot, I discovered with all the leaves fallen off the trees, my once private clearing was now visible to the windows of no less then 3 houses. I could have gone there. I didn't know anyone who lived in the houses and I doubt anyone was even looking out the windows. Even if I was seen, at the very worst I'd only get yelled at. I grabbed my dick and looked around, spending a little bit of time getting my bladder back under control, and decided I still could make it home. I had never had a problem making it home in the past, and I was sure today would be no different. When my house came into view, my bladder began to complain loudly again. I broke into a run, cutting through a couple neighbors yards to shorten the distance as much as possible. By the time I got to my house, I was on the verge of wetting myself. I just needed to open the garage door and I could go inside and pee. To open the garage I had to enter a code on a keypad. Standing in front of the keypad, shivering and doing a pee dance, i grabbed myself with one hand and tried to enter the code with my free hand. *1* *2* *3* *4* *5* The garage didn't open as I punched in the code. My numb hands must have fumbled a key. I had to wait 30 seconds to try again. I couldn't wait. The seal broke and I leaked badly, then simply lost all control and pissed myself completely. Heat flooded my pants and down my legs and I could think of only 2 things, It had felt REALLY good, and I wanted to do it again. I did my own laundry then, so I cleaned up my mess and nobody was the wiser. If anyone saw the puddle, they never said anything about it. - End - Hope you enjoyed the story. It happened years ago so I'm sure I'm embelishing a bit here and there, but this is basically true, and was the incident that started me on the road to enjoying wetting my pants.