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I was back home from work today and i was little bit desperate, so why the hell give a go. I make up two big cups of coffee and then waited, in hour or so i was really desperate so i took off my jeans and left my undies on. Then headed in the bathroom and tried to hold it in as long as possible took a video from it too, but sadly my phones battery died just before i totally lost it. But here are the short vids anyways. I was still able to stop after that second long leak but didnt last much longer anyway, do i need to say my undies were soaked.. VID_20160101_032541_Trim.mp4 VID_20160101_032751_Trim.mp4
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(I'm sorry if this is short, I'm kinda new to all of this..) I have a lot of shame and guilt surrounding this fet so I don't really like to talk about it. I used to be so terrified of people learning about it, that any bathroom humor pulled violent, fake disgust out of me as I scrambled to hide the pleasure in my eyes. Later I would practice apathetic reactions in a mirror, sometimes even while reading stories on this site, so my shocked disgust wouldn't out me. It developed into a secret that would rule my social life and ruined my first few relationships. Even so... I've always wanted to indulge in a public wetting. The idea is so utterly terrifying and humiliating that I can't help but writhe in pain at the thought. When my partners learned of this, they inevitably pushed me to hold (— and wet —) in public. A few nights ago, they finally got what they wanted. The drive there was hell. I ended up downing two water bottles in the first few minutes and within 30 minutes afterwards I shot from a 2 to a vicious 7. 90 minutes left to go and I knew I was filling up way too fast. I shifted my weight the whole drive there with a blanket locked immovably between my thighs. As I grew near 8, my girlfriend’s audiobook faded into an inaudible whisper, and the blanket wasn't solid enough to help me hold on. I had to switch to using my phone and my fists, bearing all my might between my legs and trying, as much as I possibly could, to maintain cleanliness. By the time we were entering the city I was squeaking and shivering in painful delight — and shame. We pulled into a barbecue restaurant in the middle of the city, teeming with customers. In a sadistic flash my partners decided to go in and use the restroom without me. My girlfriend parked across from a police officer guarding the establishment. They got out of the car. Made me get out to stand next to it. Outside. In front of the fucking cop. Cautiously, I pulled my legs onto the pavement, holding tight the weight of at least 32 ounces of water and half a can of monster in my fist, and pushed myself upright. 9. Suddenly, gravity hit me like a train. I can't do this. There are families eating here. I have to move.. So, scraping at the bottom of my now empty well of energy and self control, I somehow managed to regain my composure and pull what hadn't leaked into my tights back into myself. I thought I was going to die. They went inside and I suddenly realized we were parked in the middle of the exit of the drive through. I rapidly logged into my phone and called my girlfriend. "Hey!" the officer shouted, "you can't park here!" My knees shook and I held up the phone meekly repeating "it's ok, I'm calling her." Eventually she answered and came outside to meet me, the cop, and her car. After driving it to an actual parking spot, she went back inside and I was left, once again, in agony. When they came back to the car we began walking down the sidewalk to an intersection. With every step I felt the burning glance of every passing stranger with a seeping paranoia. A man passed us by on his phone, and I felt a wrenching in my stomach: was he recording me? The wind cooled the wetness hiding beneath my skirt as I stared at the ground, trying to avoid passing eyes, breathing shakily into my mask. "Can we just.. go back, please?" "Seriously, can we leave?" A constant stream of requests for an escape shot down by my girlfriend— one by one. 10. As I felt myself losing control of my muscles, we were approaching another intersection after passing a man walking his dog. I felt a soft warm stream dribbling down my leg. Panicked, I clamped tight on my urethra for a moment, but the fatigue was too much and time was running out. When we reached the intersection, a woman struggled to get into her workplace, and a man chatted on the phone about business. Scared, shivering, I stood against a stoplight pole, begging to leave. I tried my hardest to hold on, but I could only do so much.. By the time I regained control, I was already standing in my own puddle. safe2post.mp4