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  1. A battle for omo! Hello, we will begin with context. This is a world with few that have the abilty urinate. And those who can is a prime target for research, They will take by force is necassary. The ones who can pee, is hard life. With rarely any sort of toilet in sight they find this embarrasing as usually, they have to find a public place to relive them infront of many passer byers. Making it all the more embarrasing. While this is common for them, none have expeirended true desperation and (somehow) no accidents. This is because all who can pee. Have bladders that are normal , Literal iron bladder or small but powerful holding one. Also, omorashi....DIDNT EXIST. its only from the mishaps from our hero . That they will do something no person could of want to do Their are gangs, with people who can pee and decide and rule over areas. But i will tell when necassry. NOW YOUR HERO DESIGNER 2000 max stats are capped at 20 bladder normal: 10 holding and 10 size bladder of iron: 5 holding and 15 size mini but mighty: 15 holding and 5 size positive traits: (pick 2) Prepared: You start with +2 toilet paper and + pair of white panties. +intelligence ++caution Courage: You dont care where you pee just as long as it goes and has some form of privacy. ++confidence +speed -caution +defence Sporty: You are usually faster and stronger than the rest. ++speed +strength +defence ++overconfidence Nerd: You seem to be smarter than most. +++ inteligence +privacy needed Shy: You don't like having to pee, so you hold it slightly longer than some.+size +holding ++introvert Negative traits:(pick 2) Forgetful: You seem to lose forget things more easily even when to wipe. --intelligence -confidence Distracted:you seem in world of your own.-focus +leak chance -intelligence Brute: you may seem way stronger, but you are not a smart person. +++stength ---intellgence +defence Asap: you try to empty your bladder even when it is 95% empty. You havent trained to hold much. ++pee speed -holding and size Bullied. Everyone seems to hurt you more. +random encounters --defence +easlly embarrased And fianally Starting undergarments Plain white: just the average Tight panties: you love these panties although you outgrew them! +++bladder filling speed +++confidence Girly: pink panties with a cute pattern. You like them but you dont like others seeing as you find them embarrising to looked at by anyone who is not you. +confidence +++ embarrasment when seen +holding boyshorts: A let down for peekers although they are boring and uncomfortable. --embaressment when seen -confidence -speed Thong: pretty nice to wear while being loose fitting and comfortable, despite how little pee it can hide. +confidence +speed ---pee hidden +size General looks, clothing and age are up to you. I will stat the clothing after you haved picked. You are the only hope to show the world omo Pick well... all stats start on 10, the amount of + or - will decide how much is added or reduced to that stat. Some stats will be subclassed eg focus confidence and embarraesment
  2. I last peed a little after 9:30 am, this post is being written a little after 12 pm. I'm doing Doordash for the holiday bonus, and I'll have a lunch break, but no pee break, and I'll decide what next to do this evening (whether or not to turn it into another 24 hour hold). Currently have a large iced chai latte and a bunch of grape juice from breakfast in my system, started feeling the urge to go about an hour ago.
  3. Went out of town for a day and I went to a ghost/paranormal/historical tour, it was a mixture of outside/inside. I had some drinks prior to arriving and during the tour. At one point I needed to go pretty bad but figured I'd hold it and be fine but of course it got worse as time went on. A few times a few spurts escaped so I quickly fought it, I walked around taking pictures as I listened to the tour guide as I tried not to make it obvious I had to pee so bad. We were outside when another spurt escaped so I wiped my inner thigh with my hand for some reason when I felt how wet I was. I instantly panicked like "oh s***" when a huge spurt once again escaped for about 5 seconds,I tried to stop it,few more escaped but finally managed to get it under control. My pants were becoming soaked. Thankfully this was at night time. I kept letting go as the tour went on and at one point,I acted like I was tying my shoe so I just crouched down and released some more thru my pants. I couldn't believe how much I was pissing myself. Near the end of the tour I had to go so bad I just couldn't hold it anymore,it started to flow down my legs,my pants were soaked already as well as my shoes. After it was over i just completely flooded my pants. The drive home was interesting, I had to stop for gas and just decided to own it and not act embarrassed. I released a bit as I was pumping gas and the drive home I just pissed myself in my seat whenever I had to go.
  4. Peter was about to meet Katie. They had been talking on a dating app, and they had hit it off pretty well. He dressed comfortably, wearing snug jeans with a belt and a sweater. Before heading to lunch with her, he took care of some things around his apartment and had some coffee. Before long, it was time to head out. He thought about using the restroom before leaving, but he only had a little bit of a need to pee and he had already taken care of other business earlier. No worries. He grabbed his leather jacket, headed out the door, and went to the restaurant. Peter arrived to see Katie seat outside in the brisk autumn air. She wore a bright red turtleneck and black jeans with tall boots. She sipped on a warm cup of tea and was watching the nearby tree as the wind lightly plucked at its leaves. “Hi Katie!” “Peter! Glad we can finally meet!” She stood up and the two shared a hug. They then went inside the restaurant, put their lunch orders in, and sat back outside. Peter felt a little cold as the wind blew by, feeling himself shiver lightly. Katie said online that she likes this kind of weather though, and he did have to admit that the trees with their hues of red were beautiful. He felt his bladder pulse a little bit, but easily put it out of his mind. “I simply love this time of year,” Katie said. “This is the time for hot drinks, cuddles, and just being cozy. How about you?” “I'm a little bit more of a Spring kind of person,” Peter replied, “but Fall might be my second favorite.” Katie laughed. “I think I can show you why I like it.” They talked more, and finished their food and drinks. At her suggestion, they went inside and got more tea for her and coffee for him, then walked to the park that was a block away. They walked along the sidewalk chatting, while the leaves above them rustled and occasionally dropped down to be carried by the wind into the small lake to their left. Reds and golds mingled with the browns and greens of mallard ducks that floated alongside the shore. Peter was telling a story about a dog he grew up with who loved trips to parks like this. Then he stuttered briefly, interrupted by a chill. “Are you cold?” Katie asked, with a slightly concerned look. “I'm fine,” Peter replied. Truth be told, his bladder was filling up a bit, and the cold wasn't helping. He was fine with that and didn't want to tell her, but it did sit at the back of his mind. “Here, I can warm one of your hands for you,” Katie said, taking his right with her left as they walked. Peter grew a massive blush, eliciting a laugh from Katie. “That is so cute,” she told him with a smile, laughing a little more as his blush grew even redder. They walked and saw a kid play-fighting with a golden retriever under a tree. “Hey,” Peter said, “my dog was a golden retriever!” “I love them,” Katie replied, “they are so sweet, and I don't think I've met a single unfriendly one.” Eventually they happened upon a small building made of grey bricks. Noting that it was the restrooms, Katie said “I think I'm going to get rid of some of the tea that's been going through me, I'll be right back!” “Yeah, I probably should go too,” Peter laughed, and they each went to their respective sides of the building. Peter reached the door to the men's room and set his coffee down on the ground outside. At this point, generally, he would definitely be looking to go. His bladder was a constant presence that often neared the forefront of his thoughts. But after he opened the door, he noticed that the floor was flooded. Perhaps it was from when it rained yesterday, as the men's room did face a small hill, and leaves were stuck in the floor drain. He felt uncomfortable using it, so he just went back around to the front. He sat on a bench and crossed his right left over his left tightly, feeling the ever-increasing ball of urine inside him. A breeze blew by, and as he shivered a little, his abdomen contracted, and he experienced a surge of desperation for a moment before it subsided again. Katie came out to find him sitting there. “Thanks for waiting!” “No problem!” he said. He considered telling her about the men's room, but he didn't want to do anything that might disrupt their date. They kept walking and talking about anything and everything, and Peter carefully controlled his walk so as to put minimum strain on his bladder. “I live close by,” Katie said, “you should come over! I've been having a good time.” Peter blushed a little. “Of course!” And hand in hand they walked out from the park, into the residential area, down a couple of blocks, and into an apartment. __________________ She offered him some wine, and they sat and talked. They had both been to Europe as well as done many things in the outdoors here, so they weren't even close to running out of things to say and stories to share. For dinner, they had shrimp linguine and more wine, against Peter's better judgment. He really really wanted to ask about the bathroom, but also didn't want to interrupt this conversation. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be on this date with her. They stood up and carried their conversation to the window. Outside it had begun to rain, smearing their view of the evening colors into a work comparable to Leonid Afremov. Peter felt his bladder give way a little bit before he caught himself, pressing his legs together. Katie noticed. “Peter, do you need to use the bathroom? You can use mine, it's the door behind you and to the right.” “Thank you,” Peter said, blushing. He went into the bathroom, finally about to have some relief. He closed the door, and then looked around. The room was very well decorated for a bathroom, with candles around and two pothos plants on the window sill. He opened the toilet, then made the mistake of looking to his right. There were two mirrors. One faced towards the sink by the door, and the other was on the other side of the sink's corner, facing him. He could turn and see himself using the toilet. No matter, he thought, his anxiety went up slightly and he was a little pee-shy, but he could put in the effort and open up the floodgates for this much-needed pee. But then he heard Katie singing along to some French song she was playing while putting things away in the kitchen. He first laughed a little to himself, thinking about how much of a flex it is to sing in French while your date is in the other room. But then he thought about how thin the door is, how beautiful the woman on the other side of it is, the fact she'd hear him peeing, and all this while getting a little bit of anxiety for doing the deed in front of a mirror. He cursed silently and whimpered quietly. He loosened his belt buckle one notch, and it still felt tense, albeit not painfully so like a moment ago. He realized that he would not be able to go. Furthermore, he would not be able to pee himself in the shower or something, as he would let a little bit out and then his bladder would clamp back down as soon as the pressure dropped to a slightly more manageable (but still very uncomfortable) level. He sighed, washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Peter sat down on the couch, and Katie smiled at him as she walked by. As she looked away his eyes widened as he had a sudden realization: he did not flush. There was nothing to flush, but with how thin the door was, not only would she have heard him pee, but she would have heard him flush. He should have flushed. Now she was going to figure things out, and he was going to be embarrassed. He was so concerned that he started to blush again, and when Katie walked back over, she noticed his bright red face. “Were you able to go?” she asked. Peter didn't reply, he didn't want to lie but he also didn't want to tell her. He froze up, and felt a slight trickle of pee leave his penis and get caught in his underwear before he brought it back under control. He tightened his legs as he did this, and then blushed harder. I must be easier to read than a book right now, he thought. The situation was incredibly embarrassing. Katie smiled. “Hug me,” she said, and opened her arms. Peter quickly stood up (maybe a little too quickly) and hugged her like he did once earlier, except she pulled him in tighter now. He accidentally let out an “mmph” as she pulled him in. She was warm and her hug was soft, and he felt like he could be there forever, if only he didn't have to go pee. Can she tell that my belly sticks out more than it did earlier? he wondered. She ended the hug with a last tight squeeze, which caused him to tense up and let out another “mmph.” Katie laughed. “It's cold and rainy outside, and I do like having you over. Would you like to spend the night on my couch?” “I would love to!” Peter said, before remembering his situation and realizing what he was committing to. He was so taken with Katie that she could get him to briefly forget about the giant warm ball he carried. He was committing to holding it the entire night, when he hadn't peed since around 10 that morning. “Great!” Katie smiled, “I'll grab you some pillows and blankets. There's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.” Peter slumped back onto the couch that would shortly become his bed, asking himself what he had done. Once he brushed his teeth, he sat back down. “Lay down, I like tucking people in,” Katie giggled. Peter gingerly laid down as she placed the recently fluffed pillows under his head she pulled a quilt over him, then tucked it in on either side. As she leaned over him, she placed her hand on his belly, and he felt his bladder practically screaming in panic. He pulled his legs in and his hands shot to his crotch. He blushed with embarrassment, but he was also turned on by the fact that it was Katie subjecting him to this. She stepped away, then came back and set a bottle of water down next to the couch. “Thanks for letting me tuck you in,” Katie laughed. “I'll see you in the morning!” She turned out the light and left for her bedroom. Peter was frozen in this position of clasping himself. He didn't know what to do. Should he sneak to the bathroom and try again? Out of the question, he thought. She would definitely hear him even if he could get it to start, and the light from the bathroom peeks underneath the door to her bedroom. Slowly, carefully, he turned and braced himself with a pillow, and practically crushed his right hand between his thighs. He quietly whined to himself while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the window, but it did help make him sleepy. Slowly, desperately, he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.
  5. My 6th writing; for this one I wanna try writing from the viewpoint of my character Mali instead of third person, spice things up a bit! This time I'm putting Mali into her own shoes and having her describe a new wet experience of her own. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; sometimes wonders how it would feel to be on her end. ------- I just had an amazing day start to finish. I had off today, and I was staying over at Yuta's as usual. We had a mellow evening last night after I got home from work and ended up going to bed relatively early. However, last night I got into a mood and wanted some kinky stuff to happen. Not immediately because we were both tired, but something to get us going the next day. So, I spent my last few minutes awake mapping out the next day in my head - what I would drink, the timing of it all, what I would wear - and then tell Yuta the next day. ; ) And so that day came, we woke up and lied around for a few minutes. I discussed my plan with him, and he happily agreed to it. I was now set to drink, fill up my bladder, and grow desperate through the whole day. When I felt that I would be getting close to leaking, I would take a stroll to my local park and do my best to walk around as inconspicuous as possible, trying not to leak. Just thinking back to it turns me on, it's such an exciting premise! : ) And so off I went. The first thing I did out of bed was shuffling over to the bathroom and doing my last bit of business for a good portion of the day. Plus, this way, I could have more fun for longer, starting fresh instead of half full from the nighttime. Afterwards I dressed in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, and it was about 9:30 or so in the morning when I grabbed a glass of water and headed outside with Yuta for some morning socials browsing for the both of us. It will never stop amazing me how much time can pass just scrolling without another care in the world, because by the time we moved onto a different activity, the time was already approaching 11:00. We made some breakfast, eggs and bacon, and hopped back into our bedroom to continue binging some Netflix series. It wasn't that good, so much that I won't even bother saying the name of it. Me and him did get a kick out of it though, there were some moments so poorly filmed, written, or acted that we actually found funny. With me during this time I had some cranberry juice that I downed a bit too quick. During our binge I started to feel some pressure under my stomach, making me shift from laying down to slouching semi-upwards. After the juice I poured some more water and continued binging. Around 1:00, I was nearly finished with that glass and really started feeling the heat. I was in all sorts of sitting positions, cross-legged, legs together, crossed in my lap, and flat on the floor. At this point I couldn't sit still for long before switching again, maybe a few minutes or so at a time. "Sitting still" wasn't even an accurate description, since I fidgeted my hips and legs the whole time, too. I even liked to lay on my stomach a bit here and there - the pressure on my bladder against the solid floor felt amazing - that was until after a minute or so when it became a concern whether or not I was actually going to leak a bit! ^~^ Yuta glanced over at me a few times and kept silent, but I did catch him a few times crossing his legs out of my view hiding something, definitely not for the same reason I was crossing mine! It was 1:40 in the afternoon when we stopped that show, and it was also the time I finished that glass of water! If I had to guess, I'd say that I had somewhere near 2 cups or 0.4 L at the time and I was very aware of it. The squirming began, including the physical motions necessary to distract myself. I talked to Yuta about it for the first time since the morning, telling him how I was growing desperate. He said he could tell, and that it reminded him that he too was starting to feel a need to go. He excused himself from the room and headed into the bathroom. And fun fact!: our bathroom is very close to the bedroom and only one wall apart, so I could hear him splashing into the toilet and imagined to myself how good that would feel if it was me in there! He finished up and flushed, and I had to try SO hard then and there not to leak. I had to stand to keep myself in check. Yuta came out and saw me standing, tip-toed with my hands over my front legs. I felt so embarrassed that I turned away from him to sit back down again, all the while I'm pretty sure he got hard again! -v- Seeing as I was already desperate, I made a deadly choice that ended up being my downfall in the end (no pun intended), which was brewing a cup of coffee for me and Yuta. The brewing itself was difficult to get through, hearing more liquid pitter patters was the last thing I needed at that moment! I got the two mugs and waddled back over to our room where we started yet another sub-par flick, this time a movie. With each sip of coffee I took from then on I felt on its way to add to my already near-full bladder. I was so concentrated on that, my position, and distracting myself that I couldn't even pay attention to the movie! The sound just went in one ear and out the other! I don't think we got too far into it though, because at 2:14 precisely, a switch inside me flipped and I knew what had to be done. I shot up standing, Yuta slightly surprised because he was so into the movie, and told him to get ready to go. He got the message quick, and was going to get his keys when I decided to change. I stripped from my comfort clothes and started the painstakingly slow process of getting some new clothes on. I picked out black underwear, a nice blouse and some gray jeans and fit them on, only that the jeans took five times as long to get on. XD Trying to put my legs into the holes was a challenge, compressing my bladder each attempt I took, successful or not. I finally got them on and pulled them up. Buttoning them put extra pressure on my bladder as well. I began to come to my senses that this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park as I thought it would be. It's nearly 2:20 now, and I was making my way down to the park one step at a time. At a glance you may haven't noticed anything off about me, but if you walked behind me or at a closer distance you would've been able to tell that I was not doing ok. I was walking with my hips swinging side to side. I wasn't walking, I was more putting one leg in front of the other over and over again, getting myself closer and closer to my destination. Everything was becoming hazy to me, how intense I was holding back my urge to let loose at any moment. Yuta was by my side, helping me when I needed it but also doing his best to stand back and watch me with his penetrating stare when he got the chance, that sly ass! 5 minutes later we made it to the public park. People were walking their dogs, elderly couples took strolls and sat down on benches, trees swayed, and I was fighting on the frontlines! I was sweating although it wasn't even warm out, my legs were shut together tight, my fists clenched, and I can't even begin to imagine the look I had on my face - a mix of desperation and a strained natural public expression. I felt only tightness and tingling at my crotch, my pussy already drenched from the excitement I forced myself through. Although it was a struggle, putting on this show in public was a turn on I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did! And then it started... *fsh* I made a "peep" sort of gasp. Yuta quickly raised his head to glance. It was brief, but a small burst filled my underwear. My hands shot down and I leaned forward. I felt around for the damage, and felt a small wet spot on the front half of my underside. My jeans weren't too thick, which added to the risk-factor of someone noticing my leaks, making it more exciting. Yuta was also doing his best to hide his excitement at his crotch from any eyes that may be watching. My time was going to be running out soon, and I had to do my very best to cover it up. I perked my head up and scanned all around for a bathroom. I couldn't see one, but I could see a sign telling me that there was a bathroom ahead of it, less than 0.1 km away. That was my glimmer of hope in not publicly humiliating myself to the maximum. I felt a small wave of relief upon seeing that sign. A small wave? I thought to myself. Relief?! *pssshhh psshh psh psh* I shoved my hands into my pussy from outside my jeans trying to stop the leaks. My legs spread apart, my knees turned inward and bent down. My whole underside was drenched, even dripping a small bit, and Yuta got a front row seat to the show trying to shield the view of my small accident. This was the point where I really regretted the cup of coffee and how it flowed right through me. I had to hurry. Hunched over I shuffle from side to side at a hasty pace, determination mixed with lustful sensation in my eyes. One hand acted as a guard for my groin and the other along with my shoulder helped my stride in moving forward. Few people noticed but those who did understood pretty quick what I was going through. They silently related to their own predicaments they've experienced, all the while unaware of my true intentions. Yuta following closely behind helped mask these intentions further by making it seem truly like an accident (which it technically still was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). We finally made it to the sign, and the bathroom was in sight. All we had to do was make it there and we'd both be in the clear. I could see that it was unisex too. Perfect! I thought. We trudge through the remaining distance undeterred. I felt a *pss* and a *dribble* escape from me, and turn into a constant leakage, but I didn't care. I didn't care that my hand was getting messy, I didn't care that dark streaks started to form on my jeans, and I didn't care that my golden rain was trickling and splashing onto the park's paved road. I was enjoying the hell out of this, as much as I was suffering. My crotch was totally wet with a small constant flow making its way out. But finally, to our amazement, we made it to the unisex. I swing open the door and stumble in, not hesitating to leave a trail behind me. There's enough walking space to fit several people in the room. Yuta quickly jumps in behind me and shuts the door. I scramble to undo my pants. I try to undo my button. It doesn't budge. My bladder had swollen so much that my waist grew a margin bigger, making my jeans, and my button, tighter. "Oh fuck, NO!!~" I shout out. "What's wrong??" Yuta asks worriedly. "THE BUTTON'S STUCK!!" *frmm* *trickle* *splash splash* I stumble around trying my hardest to undo the stupidest button I've encountered in my life. Yuta told me it was about 5 seconds but to me it felt like several minutes; I finally managed to slip them off my waist. My piss has been high pressure bursting through a faulty but tight hole, but now is in full throttle as I still remain standing. Yuta has backed up as far as he could into the corner of the bathroom, but still can't avoid getting splashed. I throw my soaked jeans down to the ground around my ankles, crouched over in my last attempts to restrain my stream. I turn facing away from the toilet and realize that my panties were still on! *dribble splash splash* Urgently I fiddle to get them loose and swing them down with the jeans. My stream in this instance was directed all into my panties and jeans and frantically scramble to sit down. I land with a plop and... *fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh* - the noise that filled that bathroom to the brim. I looked around. There was a huge white-gold lake in the center of the bathroom, a smaller but sizable pond of it in front of the toilet, a splotched toilet seat, and nearly every square inch of the floor sprayed from the splash as I was fiddling with my jeans and trying to sit down. Yuta stood in the corner, his pants stained also from the splash. He was breathing heavy, as if feeling the same way I was feeling; he was also turned on. My entire lower half as well as both of my hands were dripping wet. The same could be said about my clothes below the waist. I continued reliving myself for another minute, the pressure dropping in intensity until all was reduced to a dribble. Me and Yuta laughed in ecstasy at the climax that unfolded. Before cleaning up, we both satisfied each other's lustful needs. We calmed down and cleaned up the mess with the paper towels that the bathroom conveniently had. It was a long process but eventually everything was dry. We're getting ready to leave when I realize that I'll have to put back on my already wetted jeans. I don't mind doing this, but I didn't need others knowing that I soiled myself completely at 20. XP I put my jeans into the sink and completely drench them, making it all look all one uniform shade of grey. All better. Me and Yuta take our leave and head home. It's the same day and I'm writing this from bed, still on some adrenaline reminiscing today's events. Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading about my clutz-ass! ; ) _______ Thanks for reading! It was lots of fun writing this in first person. I hope I kept the tone and word choice consistent enough, and sorry if I didn't :[ . I wanna give credit again to a favorite artist of mine Rune (https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/25170019) for some inspiration art for Mali's outcome in this ordeal! - (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98560804 and https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98624593) I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know of any ideas you have regarding what I write about next! : )
  6. It was 9AM, and Lindsay had somewhere to be. Unfortunately for her, she was still in bed. The alarm clock trilled, and a startled Lindsay smacked the snooze button as if a lion at its prey. She fell back asleep, but it wasn't long before the alarm woke her back up. SNOOZE Another five minutes passed by, and Lindsay stopped the alarm for a third time. When it rang a fourth time, Lindsay decided to take the hint and slowly opened her eyes. She lied in bed, groggy and at least half-asleep, listening to the alarm blare. After becoming annoyed enough to heed its call, she sat up in bed and checked her phone. It was this that reminded her why she had set the alarm. Reminder: Interview at 10 "Shit!" she shouted as she tossed her phone across the room. She checked the clock and it was now 9:20. Lindsay was running late by nearly half an hour, and to make matters worse, the office was a 20-minute commute. Lindsay quickly shot up out of bed and ran to the shower. "Shit shit shit," she rambled incoherently. She turned the shower head on and quickly jumped in before it had gotten warm. The cold water sent a shock to her system that jolted her straight awake, and she was now in panic mode. After a lazy shampoo and scrubbing, Lindsay dried off and started her hair and makeup. She took a hairdryer and ran it over her medium-length brunette hair, close enough to her scalp to fall under a "Do not do" on the safety tag. After her hair was sufficiently dry, she twisted the back of her hair into a bun and layered some bangs onto the sides of her face. "Good enough," she thought to herself as she quickly brushed her teeth. It was now 9:30, and Lindsay felt confident in her timing. Lindsay took her makeup bag out of the medicine cabinet and applied a quick but elegant look to her olive complexion. She threw her outfit on, which she thoughtfully had laid aside on her nightstand the night before. Lindsay turned to the mirror in her bedroom to check her outfit. On her top she had donned a white blouse with pheasant sleeves and a black mock tie. Below that, a black pencil skirt that rested just an inch above her knees. Finally, on her face were her ever-important glasses. The thick cat-eyed frames served not only to aid her version, but as a fashion statement the curves of the frames rested perfectly on her soft cheeks and nose, but very subtly increased the size of her green eyes. She took a minute to admire herself before snapping a selfie on her phone, which she sent to her friend, Ashley. Lindsay had briefly considered using the restroom, but it was now 9:40 and there was no time to waste. She slipped her black heels on and ran to her car. As she stepped in the car, her phone buzzed. It was a reply from Ashley: "You look GORGEOUS! Good luck! And spill the tea when you get out." Lindsay smiled at her friend's assurance and backed out of the driveway. She secured her phone to her mount and activated the GPS. A robotic voice emerged. "Fifteen minutes to your destination." Lindsay checked the clock and it was 9:45. She was going to make this interview. It's not that she needed a new job. Her current salary was fine, and she got along well enough with her coworkers. The problem was the monotony. Her cubicle meant that she would frequently go days without seeing another person, and the work itself left nothing to be inspired by. Lindsay thrived on variety. She had recently applied as a receptionist for a large banking firm, and she was now on her way to hopefully seal the deal. Lindsay badly wanted this higher-energy and more sociable position and it was within her grasp. And then she got onto the highway. Lindsay was still making decent timing. By 9:51, she had already shaven several minutes off of her estimated time and was mere minutes away. She heard a car honking up ahead. It was as she made her next turn that she realized what the situation was: there was a massive traffic jam. Cars looked to be stationary for miles. Lindsay instantly realized she was not going to make her interview on time and laid her head on her steering wheel. After a long sigh, Lindsay pulled out her phone and called the office. "Hi, this is Lindsay Piper. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going to be late to my interview, the highway is completely blocked right now." The receptionist on the other end of the line was very polite. "We've all been caught up in traffic all morning. I'll let Melinda know. Do you think you could be here at 10:30 or is that pushing it?" Lindsay was relieved. She agreed to meet at 10:30 and sat back up in her seat. She used this downtime as an opportunity to text Ashley. "Aaaaaaaash, I was on my way to the interview and got stuck in traffic." "NO WAY! That super sucks. I'm sure you'll make it still!" This time, Ash's words were much less reassuring. Lindsay looked back out her windshield to see all of the cars in all of the lanes in the same positions they started in. She already had to postpone the interview once, and now she was worried that she'd have to push it back a second time. The clock hit 10:05 and she had only moved about four car lengths. It was around this time that she began regretting her decision to not use the restroom before she left. Her bladder was slowly reaching its breaking point, and her stomach wasn't far behind. Lindsay was losing patience, so she decided to turn the radio on as a distraction from both the passing of time and the growing pressure of her desperation. After a few songs had played, Lindsay was making decent progress in the traffic. She was still nervous about her 10:30 deadline, but it certainly wasn't impossible to meet. She was now close enough to the front of the line to see the cause of the traffic: someone had run into the median and tore their fender off. As she surveyed the police investigating the accident, she became increasingly aware of the one she was about to have of her own. It was now 10:20 and Lindsay's leg was bouncing. She had placed her left hand in her crotch, fully aware that it wouldn't actually be a particularly effective maneuver. She let out a loud yell and slammed her horn at no one in particular. "FUCK!" she shouted. As she inched the car forward a few more yards, Lindsay's determined attitude was quickly slipping away. Suddenly, the driver behind her slammed on his horn. The blaring sound startled Lindsay, and the floodgates opened in response. Lindsay sat straight up her seat and gasped. She sighed in defeat as she felt her pee slowly dribble into her panties and soak her skirt. She attempted to stand up to further tighten her legs, but it was no use. As she lifted from the her seat, the stream just continued with more force than before. A warm jet was powering its way through Lindsay's panties and trickling loudly onto her leather seat. She made some exasperated noises in disbelief and closed her eyes. She nearly began to cry as the wetness continued flowing down her legs and pooling into her high heels. But Lindsay was stronger than that. She sat back up and tried to ignore the warm pool that her bikini line was now soaking in. Lindsay may have been deeply ashamed, but most of all, she was determined to make a good first impression. If she didn't act like a grown woman who had just helplessly wet herself on the way to the office, then she still had a chance. Unfortunately for Lindsay, what was about to come was going to be a little more difficult to hide. Lindsay was now just five cars away from her exit. She got her phone back out and texted Ash. "I'm going to make it to this fucking interview." It was a hopeful claim, but still not one that was guaranteed. Just as she regained confidence, however, she was rudely reminded of something else she had been putting off. She threw her head to the back of her seat and screamed into her palms as she felt her tight ass begin to open up. She tried everything in her power to prevent further disaster, but luck was not on her side. Lindsay felt her panties begin to tent out. It was at this point that she resumed her desire to cry. Wetting herself was going to be difficult enough to get away with, but messing? There wasn't a chance. Desperate to relieve herself of the pain, Lindsay leaned forward onto her steering wheel and lifted her butt from the seat. Her skirt dripped more pee into the puddle beneath her as she stood. She closed her eyes and started to do what no 31-year-old woman should ever have to do. She was pooping her pants. Lindsay's panties were crackling loudly from being stretched by her mess. She merely rested her face onto the dashboard in shame. Lindsay was feeling a wave of emotions: the shame in her accident, the determination to make the interview, and the relief from finally freeing herself of this burden. She decided that relief was the most important at the moment, so she began to gently push more of her mess out of herself. While she did this she looked around for other cars to make sure no one was watching the act. Fortunately, it didn't seem like anyone noticed the woman blatantly pooping her panties. The shame sat back in as she continued pushing. Her panties tented out more and more, and she felt disgraceful. She finished pushing as the car in front of the line to move. She didn't care what the state of her attire was, she was about to walk into this office and prove herself. She finished off her accident and shifted her eyes to make sure that there was still no one watching. She carefully pulled her skirt up and surveyed the damage by reaching down to the back of her panties and gauging how large of an accident this had been. While her panties felt much larger than she knew they could handle, her mess was fully contained therein and she sighed in relief. Now came the difficult part: sitting back down. Lindsay wasn't exactly used to her current situation and briefly pondered how to safely sit back down in her driver's seat. There were only two cars ahead of her now, so she had to make a quick decision. She settled for a slow approach - closing her eyes, slowly exhaling, and gently resting on her ass. She had kept the skirt pulled up behind her to avoid further damage. As she resumed her position, she heard her now-heavy panties hit the seat with a wet thud. Lindsay made a face of disgust and paused before going full force. She slowly sat her entire posterior down. Her facial demeanor only got worse as she sat down further. She was looking up at the ceiling and breathing in slowly to keep herself from crying and ruining her makeup, the one thing that went according to plan this morning. Her face contorted in ways it never had before as she slowly came to terms with what she had done. Her mess had now conformed itself into shape of her ass while still staying contained in her once-sexy underwear. Their light blue hue was certainly ruined at this point, and the stretchiness of the lace details were being tested in extreme conditions. The puddle from earlier had long gone cold, and at this point Lindsay almost appreciated the warmth of her mess. Lindsay was finally up next to exit. She was waved ahead and immediately turned down the street to her right. She was now one block away from this interview, and panties be damned, she was going to make it. She nearly ran a red light as she sped further down the street to her future office. She parallel parked on the street and made sure no one was around before stepping outside. The clock read 10:29. Perfect timing. After confirming that the coast was clear, Lindsay stepped out of the car and slowly rolled her skirt back down. She patted it down for wrinkles and looked in the side mirror to check for any obvious bulges. It looked like sitting down had some advantages, as any indicator to her mess was negligible. The back of her skirt was very wet, but given that it was black, you would have to really look to notice anything off. She sprayed herself with copious amounts of the spare perfume she kept in her car, and started walking ahead to the door. Walking, as it turned out, was harder than she had imagined. It was more of a waddle that she performed as she slowly plodded forward, feeling her dirty panties cling to her rear every step of the way. She felt disgusting and looked like she didn't know how to walk in heels. She stepped off to the side of the door, took a deep breath, and regained her professional appearance. Lindsay walked into the foyer and just past the receptionist as she made her way to the bathroom. Then, she was stopped dead in her tracks. "Lindsay?" the woman behind the desk asked. "I'll page Melinda and get her right out here." Lindsay's face turned to dread as she realized she would not be able to clean up before the most important interview she's ever had. Melinda had stepped out of a door down the hallway to reveal herself. "Hi! You must be Lindsay!" she joyously welcomed. Lindsay was taken aback by her interviewer's energy. "Uh, sure am!" she replied. Melinda reached her arm out for a handshake and Lindsay accepted. "Glad you could make it. Let's get back to my office and we can conduct the interview." "Sounds great!" Lindsay responded. Lindsay was no longer thinking about what had happened on the way here. She was no longer noticing the sagging of her full panties. She was in career mode, and she responded thusly. She followed Melinda with a confident stroll and entered her office. As she walked past the receptionist, Lindsay heard her take a light sniff of the air. Lindsay wasn't bothered, because she knew she was taking the woman's job soon. "Have a seat!" Melinda offered. "Of course, thank you." Lindsay didn't hesitate to sit down on the office chair placed in front of her. She had observed herself after sitting in her car and looked just fine, so now she was sure that it wouldn't ruin the furniture. Lindsay made grimaced slightly as she sat back down in her mess. Fortunately, it seemed the perfume had been successful, as Melinda didn't appear to notice a thing. She began asking Lindsay basic interview questions, such as previous customer experiences and skill sets. Twenty minutes later, the interview continued on and Lindsay and Melinda built a good rapport. Each of them were laughing at her responses and Melinda seemed impressed with her resume. Unfortunately, the comfort of her seating situation was fading. Lindsay felt her panties turn cold and clammy as she pretended not to be affected. She also could tell that the perfume was wearing off, and Melinda seemed to take silent notice. "Alright, Lindsay, last question."Lindsay perked back up and sat at full attention. Melinda continued. "Can you give an example of a time when you had to act professionally in a very unprofessional situation?" Lindsay's mind went blank. She couldn't think of any appropriate scenarios. Losing patience with her messy predicament and desperately wanting to leave, she threw a Hail Mary. "One time, I pissed and shit myself on the way to a job interview. I walked right in and got through the entire interview. No one knew." Lindsay smiled while questioning in the back of her head why she felt the need to make that confession. Melinda sat wide-eyed and shocked. Lindsay wasn't sure if it was the vulgarity or the content that made her uncomfortable. "Probably both," she decided internally. After a moment of silence that seemed to last three minutes, Melinda gently began to speak up. "So, uh... did you get the job?" Melinda sat up in her chair with all the confidence she has ever mustered. "Well," she started. "I guess I'll see when you call me back." She crossed her legs, put her hands in her lap, and stared with a blank smile at Melinda. She studied Melinda's face as she slowly came to terms with what her interviewee had just said. It slowly turned into a light laugh. Lindsay didn't know whether to be ashamed or relieved. "I just won't write that one down on your report," Melinda responded through fits of laughter. "I think that's a good place to end the interview!" Lindsay smiled and stood up. She noticed that the seat was wet from her skirt. She and Melinda once again shook hands before being dismissed. Melinda walked Lindsay out, being sure to stay behind her. Before Lindsay stepped out the door, Melinda whispered into her ear. "Now go get yourself cleaned up." She had no idea how badly Lindsay needed it. "I like her," Melinda admitted as Lindsay got into her car. The receptionist looked at her in shock. "You realize she shit her pants, right?" Lindsay got into her car and had no emotions left but humor. She broke into a fit of laughter as she realized the sheer inanity of the situation she had been put in. She managed to win over an interviewer after making a complete mess out of herself with her accident. If that wasn't enough to prove her dedication, she didn't know what would be.
  7. Hi all! Long time lurker, but I’m always too shy to post. I have tons of stories to tell through my experience, but here’s a particularly exciting one. This Sunday I took a day trip with my friend to the beach, and it was very fun, though a little cut short because we woke up late. She brought her dog, and it was an all around good time. Because she brought her dog, it meant that one of us had to watch the dog while the other one swam if they wanted. Well, I love swimming, so I did just that. In the water, I was having fun trying to fight waves, especially in my cute ass skimpy pink swimsuit. After a while, I realized I didn’t know where they were, and didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a while of trying to find them. Thankfully, I did find the spot that we set our stuff at. Thats when I start realizing that I kind of have to pee. Nothing dire, nothing desperate, just “hey, you should probably go pee soon.” I originally planned to do it in the water, but when I got up to get out, I completely forgot that I wanted to pee in the water. So, I made a decision. I walked back to our spot, not even bothering to check if anyone was looking (though, I’m sure they weren’t. It wasn’t very crowded and the people there were preoccupied with their families). And, I just kind of relaxed. I never did stop walking, but I pissed myself on that beach. A solid 15 seconds of just pissing and walking, and a light trail, though it could also be seen as water. And I never told anyone, just kept it my dirty little secret. As much as I would love to tell my bf, he doesn’t know that I like omo, and he himself said that he didn’t have this kink. Though, I think he would change up his tune a bit if I told him that i liked it, but that’s a story for another day. I have more stories like this if you guys are interested
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