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I didn't even get past 48 hours and it was this amazing diaper flood which made me surrender! I wasn't actually entirely committed to not nut November anyway really, however I have heard that people intentionally watch porn during the event to make fighting the urge to masturbate more difficult and I personally believe this makes a lot of sense because it makes it more of a challenge. So which video, picture, ecchi or manga made you give up the fight? Please share the video link or image in the comments! (As long as they comply with the site rules of course!)

Hello. My Name is Dennis, and this is my first post here and I wanted to share what happened to me this morning at work. This a completely real story and I wanted to post it while I could remember all of the little details. I decided to attach pictures of what I was wearing because I appreciate it when other people put outfit pictures in their posts. It paints a better picture than any amount of text ever could. A little bit more background information about me is I'm 24 years old, just graduated college and started an awesome engineering job in a new state. I'd like to describe myself as attractive, and have an unintentionally flirty personally (as my girlfriend would say). As far as Omorashi stuff goes I enjoy playing the role of being a well dressed man with an achingly full bladder not being able to sit still and knowing that women are enjoying what they're seeing. The embarrassment really gets me going, and even typing this out is making me blush like crazy. Pink and blue plaid shirt with light grey dress pants. The underwear that I was wearing. This is my favorite style and the cut is known as "hip briefs". Much more flattering that basic briefs in my opinion! Moments after this story happened I texted it to my girlfriend. I've decided to keep the story in it's raw "text messenger" form; However when I was texting it to her she interrupted and replied back several times before I could finish the story; I've decided to leave her comments in. Please keep in mind that I am an engineer, and not a writer! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dennis: I just completely unintentionally peed on/in my pants a little bit... Lacey: Can you tell? Dennis: So we had a quick little meeting and right after I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I worked at my computer for about 10 minutes but it very quickly became an emergency. I drank a new lemon flavored tea this morning and something about it made me have to go really quickly. I noticed that my knee was bounding up and down and decided it was time to get up and go. It felt like my bladder filled up in seconds. I walked to the bathroom and to my horror the cleaning lady was in there! I went back to my desk to wait a little bit and had to cross my legs really tightly under desk hoping that my coworker wouldn't notice that my legs were pretzeled together and bounding up and down. I was officially potty dancing in my chair at work. I kept looking at the clock begging the time to go by sooner but the minutes dragged on. After 10 minutes I couldn't wait anymore. I went back to the bathroom to go check if the cleaning lady was done yet. When I walked up to the bathroom my heart sank when I saw that the cleaning lady was still in the men's room and there was another well dressed woman standing outside talking to her. The well dressed woman could probably tell how desperate I was because she looked at me and said "I think some people need to use the restroom!" to the cleaning lady. When she said that I was too embarrassed to say anything. I froze up. My brain screamed "ask if you could use the women's room!!!" but I felt so awkward I pretended that I wasn't about to wet myself and walked right past them down the hallway and out the door of the office. I decided to go to my car and try to find a bottle to pee in because I didn't have any other option at that point. Lacey: Uh oh! And you're wearing light pants too? That's so risky Dennis: When I got to my car I desperately looked for a empty water bottle. The entire time I was shaking my butt in the car seat, rapidly opening and closing my legs, bouncing up and down, and doing anything I could trying to not wet my pants. I finally found a water bottle and quickly took out my penis and pressed it against the tiny mouth opening. I couldn't believe I was doing this in the parking lot at work. "why do they make the mouth openings so small now? This is hard to pee in even for men." I thought. I tried to pee but the angles were all off and the pee wouldn't come out because my penis was bent in such a way I guess it was kinked like a garden hose. I tried and tried but only a few quick jets of pee would come out. I finally gave up but could still feel pee in the tube of my urethra, so I to very carefully tried to put the bottle down and put my penis back into my pants. Just as I moved the bottle out of the way another jet shot out and sprayed my leather seat between my legs. Lacey: That sounds so embarrassing! Hope nobody saw you peeing in a bottle 😳 Dennis: Within a millisecond I lifted my butt up to avoid the pee rolling back and soaking the seat of my pants. Another dribble of pee came out and shot straight up in the air and a few drops came back down and landed on the crotch of my grey pants leaving a wet patch. I very quickly shoved my penis back in my pants, only buckling my belt without zipping up, and start speed walking towards the wood. I was praying nobody would be walking on the trails back there. I speed shuffled deeper in the woods to get out of sight of the office building while grabbing at my belt begging to finally let go. Off in the distant I see two women on the trail walking my direction. I figured that if I pee fast enough I'll have just enough time to not get caught by them and see my embarrassing situation. Without having time to think about how embarrassed I would be if someone saw me peeing anywhere a toilet, I whip out my penis and see that I have already been dribbling because drops were now hitting the pine straw and leaves as soon at I get myself out of my pants. With my back turns toward the walkers on the trail I peed forcefully and surprised myself with how much pressure the stream was hitting the ground right between my feet and making the most satisfying puddling and tricking sound ever. I felt like I let a gallon of pee out. I noticed how it was mostly clear and had a slightly yellow tint to it. As soon as I got done I zipped up and walked back towards the office like nothing happened. I hoped my face wasn't too red when I walked back inside. After sitting at my for a few minutes I noticed that my briefs were damp. I must have been dribbling during my dash from the car to the woods.... Lacey: Did anybody know you peed your pants? were you all flustered and red? Dennis: I don't think so. My pants were mostly dry by the time I got back to the office. And yeah I my face felt hot walking back inside. I need to throw my pants in the laundry when I get home and I have to sit in wet underwear for the rest of the day. 😥 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if you want to hear more of my stories! I have a few about driving home from work in the car (my favorite omorashi scenario). Feel free to ask me anything!

I finally had some time to be wet and naughty. So I finished my alcoholic drink and followed it up with a liter of tea. Soon I was getting squirmy. I tried to diasract myself from my full bladder by reading. It didn't really work that well. And the tight waistband of my grey sweatpants wasn't helping much either. I had spent a week being a good little girl, dry and quite boring. More time than I have been used to lately. I had been longing for the chance to wet these bottoms. They have such a soft, fluffy fleece lining. Perfect for peeing in. I wasn't going for a long, drawn out, intense desperate holding. I just wanted to hold long enough to wet get satisfyingly wet. As I lay in bed getting nice and tight and full, I put down my book and began pressing my tummy, rubbing it, massaging it. Legs crossed, squeezing, grinding against my hand, I felt the tingling and throbbing, not for peeing, but for a full bladder, urethra pulsing orgasm. I began pressing harder, squeezing my legs and my tummy tighter, grinding faster, pushing tiny spurts of piss out and then quickly stopped the flow. My back was arching, my head thrown back against my pillow, my moaning and panting louder and faster. Then came the first pleasure I was craving. I laid on my bed and came hard in my already damp bottoms, wetting them a little more with my squirting, hands free, orgasm. That made my urge to pee drop from an 8 to about a 4, and I went back to reading. Of course after that, the urgency hits me again pretty hard, and suddenly, after less than five minutes I was back up to about a 9. I laid there for a little bit, hand crammed between my legs, rubbing the damp fabric, pressing my knees together, and writhing around in again. Of course I could have held more, but the temptation was too great. And the wonderful smell of pissy clothes only made my want to soak myself even more. i was reading for the second pleasure I was needing. So I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, moaning for a good piss, and made my way to the bathroom, grabbed the small bin and squatted down to pee through my pants. Of course the release of piss and the wetting of my pants gave me quite the thrill, especially since I've been really wanting it for a while, but watching it on my screen as it was happening and also the naughtiness of making a puddle, which I was told specifically not to do, felt even more exciting. These fluffy soft sweatpants feel so comfy dry, but omg when they're wet...mmmm. I'm going to have to keep them on and rewet them little by little all evening! https://www.mediafire.com/download/2bnipehig2a2m72

Hey guys, I noticed that we don't have a topic dedicated towards wetting pink clothing. So, I decided to kick off this topic by including an image of me wetting my pink panties. Everyone should feel free to join in with their wet pink clothing :)

For anyone that has experienced a female significant other or friend leak or have an accident, how did you end up seeing or feeling their wet panties for the first time? Did they offer to show you (or let you feel them) or did you find/see them by accident? Please share any experiences

Ex internet girlfriend omorashi View File This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see! Submitter ethanboi_i Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing

View File My birthday wetting!!! Here’s the video, thank you to Drying who sent me the way to upload!!! ❤️❤️ Submitter PMDP Submitted 11/14/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans

View File Wife wetting her jeans (front and back view) My wife is back with another jeans wetting video, this time with front and back views and sound! Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 11/11/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans Panties/Undies

MGF Emily View File Ok so I haven’t been able to find this beautiful goddess Emily anywhere but these are older content that she submitted. I hope to see her again one day Submitter Mal Submitted 09/13/2020 Category Female  

(Artist: zerink of tumblr.com) Zelda's Late Night It was the end of another fine day in Skyloft, as the sun began to set behind the distant clouds. The sunsets are always so beautiful, Zelda thought to herself as she sat upon her favorite hill, overlooking the Skyloft Academy. She giggled inwardly as she found herself wishing that her childhood friend, Link, were here with her. She had been hiding up there all day practicing The Ballad of the Goddess in preparation for the annual Wing Ceremony the next day. The Wing Ceremony consisted of a race to determine who would graduate and become a knight. This year, Zelda had been chosen as the maiden who would enact the role of the Goddess in the final part of the ceremony, while the victor would be enacting the role of the Goddess's chosen hero. She blushed again as she thought of Link being the victor, it would just be so perfect for her to be the one to do the ceremony for him. I will need to remember to make sure Link gets his practicing in tomorrow and doesn't sleep in! She thought to herself. Finally, she decided to get up and return to the academy. Dusting herself off, she took one last look back at the sunset, she wanted to stay and watch it till the end, but she didn't want Pipit, or any of the other senior class knights to give her a hard time for missing curfew again. Later that evening, Zelda was safely in her room at the Skyloft Academy, getting in some more late night practice. She already had the rhythm of the harp down, but was still struggling with a few of the lyrics. So she sat at her desk with a cup of water to keep her whistle wet in one hand, and a lyrical score sheet in the other. Hoping that no one else would hear her, she had been singing quietly to herself, practicing the verses. After awhile, she grew uncomfortable sitting at her desk, so she moved over to sit on her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her boots, then stood up again to remove her white tights and other adornings. Feeling a little more free now, she sat back on the bed with her legs folded, still wearing the cute pink dress she had made for the upcoming ceremony. After a few more minutes, she rolled over on her stomach, and held the paper out in front of her. As she did this, it put more pressure on her bladder, and she realized that she had to pee. Deciding that maybe a little break would be good anyway, she rolled out of bed, slid into her slippers, and exited the room. (Artist: moxie2D of Deviantart) Zelda walked daintily down the hallway, hoping that none of the boys would see her in a partial state of undress. The short time laying on her stomach had really put a strain on her bladder, much more so than she realized, but fortunately, the restroom was only just down the hall. Upon reaching it, she discovered that the door was locked. "Hello, is anyone in there?" she said softly, as she lightly knocked on the door. There was no response, but she could hear the sounds of water running, someone was clearly taking a bath. Zelda sighed, and stood by the door, waiting. Several minutes passed, and she could still hear the water, whoever was using the restroom was taking their time. The sounds of the bathwater became too much for her, and she decided to return to her room to wait it out. After about fifteen minutes of pacing about her room, her need to go had become quite urgent, so she returned to the hallway to check on the restroom. Surely whoever was in there would be done by now! She thought to herself. Approaching the door, her heart sank as she saw that now, Karane, one of the upper-class girls, was also waiting in front of the restroom door. "Oh, hello, Karane, your waiting for the restroom too?" Zelda asked. "Oh hi! Yeah, I am. Whoever is in there, they've been at it for a looong time." Karane responded. "Oh dear, I was waiting earlier and went back to my room because they were taking too long. That was nearly half an hour ago!" "Really, that long? Surely they must almost be done by now. I need a bath before tomorrow, what about you?" Zelda blushed at the question, not wanting to admit that she needed to pee. "Oh, y-yes, me too. I want to have a good bath for my part in the ceremony tomorrow..." "Oh yeah, you were chosen to play the Goddess this year, right? I'm so jealous! I always wanted to be picked for that. Congrats to you!" "Yeah, I was picked. I'm sorry that you never were, Karane." Zelda said, wincing as the pain in her bladder became worse. Noticing the look on Zelda's face, Karane asked, "Hey, you sure you're okay?" "W-what? Oh yes, I, I'm fine. Just uh, a little nervous about tomorrow, I guess..." Zelda replied. Though in truth she was a little nervous about the ceremony tomorrow, she was mostly only nervous that Link would not be the victor, and they would not be able to do the ceremony together. The reality of the situation was that her bladder's desperation was what was actually causing her to look, 'nervous.' Finally, after what felt like eons, Zelda's father, Gaepora emerged from the restroom, wearing only his bathrobe. The girls both screeched and covered their eyes, Gaepora's face turned red. "Oh, uh, terribly sorry girls, I uh.." he said, fumbling with his words. "Daddy, just go!" Zelda yelped, still covering her eyes as her face burned hot with embarrassment. Why did her father always have to embarrass her like this? He merely nodded at this and shuffled down the hall in his much too short bathrobe. The girls exchanged glances. "Can we just agree to never speak of this again?" Zelda said, her cheeks still red. "Fine by me, it's not like I ever want that image in my head again." Karane replied. "I love my father so much, but he really can be embarrassing sometimes." "Yeah, dads are like that. Anyway, sorry that you still might have to wait a bit, I'm going to need to run some new bathwater, I don't want to reuse your father's water...uh no offense though!" "Oh, uh, yeah, none taken! I wouldn't want to either!" Zelda replied sweetly, though Karane's words were killing her on the inside. She wasn't sure if she could wait long enough for Karane to draw a brand new bath and fully bathe herself. She was considering asking Karane if she would let her go first, but that would be rude, especially since she still didn't know the real reason that Zelda wanted to go first.She sighed as Karane shut the door behind her, leaving Zelda waiting in the hallway again, alone with her full bladder. As soon as Zelda heard the water flowing again, her need to pee became even more desperate. Her bladder twinged painfully, and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to keep her muscles from releasing. The water in the restroom was still flowing, and it was making her pain worse by the second. Before long, a small dribble of urine escaped her failing muscles, and leaked into her pink panties. She squealed, and put her other hand between her legs, straining with all her willpower to keep it from going any further. Deciding that the sound of the water was too much, she began to pace up and down the hallway, while staying out of earshot. However, this was only a short term solution, as the pressure in her abdomen was growing at an alarming rate every second, soon walking was too painful. Fortunately, the water had finally stopped running, so she was able to go and wait in place by the door again. Suddenly, she heard a door open, and looked up hopefully, but it was not the restroom door. Zelda froze in place as she realized that it was the front door, Pipit had just come inside from his nightly patrol. Using every ounce of strength she had, she straightened her body, and removed her hands from between her legs. She didn't want anyone to know that she was so desperate, especially not any of the boys. "Oh, uh, evening, Zelda." He said, blushing and averting his gaze. "E-evening" she stammered "w-what's wrong?" That's when Zelda remembered that she was no longer wearing her tights, and that her lower legs were visible. She quickly put her hands in front of herself, and hung her head in shame while Pipit hurriedly moved past her towards the other end of the building. Suddenly, she realized that there was a warm sensation in her panties, while she had been attempting to appear normal, a very small stream of pee had began to escape into her underwear. She squealed again, and shoved both her hands between her legs once more, stopping the flow. She felt up under her dress, it wasn't bad, her panties had a good wet patch on them, but nothing more, nothing that anyone else could notice. Unfortunately, she was only holding off the inevitable, at this rate, if the restroom didn't become available right at that moment, there would be no way that she wouldn't have an accident. The restroom did not open at that very moment, so Zelda began to lose her battle. Bit by bit, more spurts of urine escaped from her burning urethra and into her undergarments. She could now feel it beginning to leak out of her panties, and through her fingers, with tears welling in her eyes, she clamped them shut, and pressed her hands against her womanhood even tighter, attempting to hold back the flow. It was no use though, her muscles completely gave way, and her bladder started to fully empty into her already saturated panties. Understanding that the flow couldn't be stopped, and not wanting to accidentally brush up against her ceremony dress, Zelda removed her hands from her pee flow. Hot streams of urine were jetting straight through her panties, running down her legs and soaking into her slippers. Before long, there was a large puddle forming at her feet, the pee running down her legs was rivaled only by the tears streaming down her face. As her accident was drawing to a close, she heard the lock turn on the restroom door, as Karane emerged. "Alright, sorry for the wait, it's all your-" Karane gasped. "Oh no, Zelda, are you alright? You had a uh...shoot, I'm sorry!" *sobbing* "I-I..waited a l-long time" *sobs* "P-please don't tell Link!" "What? No no, it's okay, why didn't you just tell me? I would have let you go first. Don't worry, Link will never know, I won't tell a soul." *sniffle* "Promise?" "Yes, I promise. I'm no bully like Groose and his cronies, I wouldn't get anything out of publicly humiliating you. Now why don't you just go ahead and get in there to clean yourself up. I had clean up duty tonight anyway, so I'll grab a mop and take care of your- uh...yeah, I'll take care of it. Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up." Without another word, Zelda shuffled into the bathroom, and closed the door. Her eyes still stung hot with tears, and her underwear were still wet and warm. She wiped the burning tears from her eyes, and stripped out of her clothes. She tossed the soiled clothing to the side, and folded her ceremony dress up neatly on the counter. While she waited for the bath basin to fill, Zelda inspected her slender body. Her inner thighs were still moist to the touch, and her girl parts smelled strongly of fresh urine, this caused a pang of shame and humiliation to shoot through her stomach as she thought about it. She felt so childish, and was glad that Link didn't have to see her this way. She wasn't quite sure why she couldn't stop thinking about him, sure, Link was her best friend, and would be so unconditionally, but why would it have bothered her more for him to have seen this than anyone else? She blushed again, realizing that Link's opinion of his friend really mattered to her because..... (as per usual with Zelda games, the answer to that can be up to your own interpretation😉) Once her bath was over, Zelda put her dress back on, having no clean underclothes, and prepared herself for the walk of shame. She cracked the door open and looked out into the hallway. No one was around, and, as per her promise, Karane had cleaned up Zelda's accident from the floor, her face turned red again at the thought of this. Determining that the coast was clear, she slipped out from the restroom, and hurried down the hallway back to her room, carrying her pee-stained clothing in a little bundle under her arm. As she went down the hall, she prayed that she wouldn't run in to anyone, so no one would see or smell her ruined clothing. Her prayers were answered, she made it back to her room unnoticed, it was after hours, afterall, so most of the students and instructors were in their chambers. Once she was finally back in the safety of her room, she began to relax and come to the realization that everything would be okay. She did still have the ceremony to look forward to tomorrow. I should become closer friends with Karane, she really had my back, and was so understanding. She thought to herself. But for now, let's just worry about Link, I had better hurry and get some sleep so that I can remind him to get some practice in the morning, I know he will probably sleep in otherwise. Still feeling a bit ashamed and childish, Zelda finally crawled into bed and slid between her sheets. As sleep began to overtake her, the worries of her humiliating accident began to drift away. Written by: High Meme-Overlord

View File Cheshire - I Don’t Need Diapers Cheshire wets her shortalls Submitter Reeve Submitted 08/02/2019 Category Peeing

View File XO Bunny - Pee desperation reading a book and pissing on chair Model: https://www.pornhub.com/model/xo-bunny Submitter Reeve Submitted 08/04/2019 Category Peeing

HOOOOOOOOOH BOY. This was easily the absolute BIGGEST hold I've ever done in my entire life. As someone who normally has a bladder the size of a walnut, I wish I was exaggerating but I fought hard to continue every single step of the way! I did not let any leakage take over. I did not let muscles weakening take over until it was time. I recorded myself, took many pictures of myself, and saved several screenshots, just so I can remind myself of this massive undertaking and to show you lovelies just how intense it was. I don't know if I can do anything of this caliber for at least a couple of months, or maybe uh, years, but I'm super proud! (Warning: very brief mention of female masturbation shortly after the Hotel Hold begins.) On to the story! Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Work. Sleep. Repeat. Doing this for nearly 2 months straight, 7 days a week, with very little time to myself, was starting to become very taxing. I decided I needed an evening off, at least to relax and have fun and replenish myself, and to do something different. But since I had work that Saturday morning, I decided on a bit of a staycation rather than traveling somewhere. So I booked a hotel room, where I decided would be the place I eventually let loose, but not a minute before I couldn't take it anymore. I really don't think I could have done it without the help of @EmesiraGimil who cheered me on to keep going about every five minutes or so, stayed close to me the entire time, and helped me believe in myself. Nor my boyfriend, who was also there to support me. (He is not on this site.) Buckle up. This is gonna be a ride but you can skip to hotel shenanigans in bold, the preamble is pretty much my day and some desperation in preparation for the Big One! Context + boring appearance things: my dog weighs more than I do, I'm average height, and am ethnically ambiguous, or so I've been told. That day at work I had on a pretty, long, salmon dress that toes the line between business and casual. What's that called? Oh yeah. Business casual. Because it was such a slow Friday, work let out earlier than usual, which almost never happens. Excited, I quickly closed up shop and ran out of the place, forgetting to do a very important something before feeling the pressure sink into itself as I entered my car. Oh. In preparation for my time at the hotel, I decided to take it relatively easy, but still wanted to warm up a little with a small hold. Getting to leave work early actually gave me some time to do some light shopping, something I really don't get to do all that often, and I picked out some new work pants, which I would end up damaging two days later, a salmon top meant for active wear, and some jeans on clearance that were actually slightly yellow by default, but tastefully so. But I had to make sure everything fit ok. At this point, I was definitely feeling full, and just entering the stall of the fitting room clearly reminded me of something else, and I already had to double over and stuff both my hands down to not leak into something I hadn't even bought yet! Thankfully everything fit. I wasn't about to ask the fitting room attendant where the bathroom was, as I could definitely hold on until I got to somewhere else that wasn't the clothing store. This was to be the calm before the storm. An impromptu idea crept into my mind, as I was reminded of a story that I used to read even before I joined this site, and I knew tonight was the night to try all the new things. (@rachelkirwan, I have you to thank for this!) So off I went to Walmart. I left that place with an empty bladder, some snacks, a bottle of chocolate milk, and a pack of Goodnites, and headed off to the massage parlor, testing a pair of training pants. These flower and owl print beauties held up surprisingly well, better than an adult brand I'm accustomed to for traveling purposes. I think I might have found a new addition to my travel kit. Purchasing the contraband was not easy, and my face was flushed during the entirety of my time at Walmart, but I suppose other people could have chalked it up to the hot weather. Still, as I was in the self-checkout, my face burned as I handled the training pants clearly meant for little girls about a decade or so younger than me. Either way, they were all mine. The massage was absolutely wonderful, it's such a boost to circulation and my muscles had been tight in places I didn't even realize! However, the second I got up from the massage table, it hit me like a brick thrown by a college age baseball player. It was time to find a bathroom, and quickly. "Now then you just take your time, don't move around too fast, and please have some more water. It'll definitely help you to not feel sore the next day." The sizable glass of water with delicious condensation sliding down, ice cubes bobbing within, without a care in the world--it nearly toppled me over the edge! I fought hard not to wince or hold myself. Holding back liquid is so much harder when you've got nothing on. Even panties would seem like a small shield of sorts. "Ah..." I licked my cracked lips and was acutely aware of my parched throat. Do massages just squeeze your kidneys or something?! Was there like a pressure point somewhere on a finger and it means "mmkay I'm just gonna send all this water south you cool with that?"? Every ounce of my being wanted to flee the other way and run straight for the bathroom, refusing and apologizing profusely on the way, but what I actually said was "Thank you. Water's just what I...needed." Which was only half true. I quickly downed the water and fled to the bathroom as fast as my dizzy and remolded body would allow. That was a slightly scary scenario. A little closer than I'd have liked. There it was in the locker, untouched. With the full knowledge I wouldn't be using a toilet again that night, I put on the flower print training pants, shimmying them one side up my hip, then the other, and happily went on my way to have dinner. They felt oddly comfortable and I got the strangest urge to go as soon as they were on me, as if I WANTED to empty myself into them right away. That wasn't happening. No more relief until tonight when I was safe and in the hotel room. ... okay maybe just a couple of drops to test it. Dinner was lovely but largely uneventful, save for a large glass of iced tea, and, once I left, I recalled the now slightly warm bottle of chocolate milk I had in the car. The heat hadn't done too much to alter the taste, and it was still pleasantly cool. But I was feeling very bloated and graceless, the water, iced tea, and milk very slowly getting processed. As if on cue, the muffled crinkling against my skin caught my attention. It was such a stark reminder that there was a safety net in which everything I had contained could fall, maybe, just maybe.... without betraying me. I still didn't know how good the goodnites were at the time. Those training pants were going to come off of me the first step I took into my room. I was a big girl. I could take care of myself. I didn't need those things. At least, not the temptation they so freely provided. Hotel shenanigans and the Hold of My Life begin here! Checking in at the front desk was almost embarrassing but then I noticed something I learned from @SoggyShorts-- by default, the front desk wouldn't notice. And if he noticed, he wouldn't really care. As I thanked him in very mildly wet training pants, I walked to my room, keys in hand, and the XL bottle of chocolate milk, large iced tea, and sizable glass of water already making their way through my body. My heart pounded and my bladder squeezed, ready to do its dance in the safe space it craved. This was it. My time to shine. I was so close to getting in and start the hold proper...! The keys got stuck. My bladder seized in panic, and I clamped a hand down to stop it, heart hammering in my throat as I was perfectly lit in the twilight hour. No one saw. Audibly groaning, I waddled back to the front desk, the gentle struggle in my abdomen cleverly hidden by all the bags I was carrying. I got helped with my door and was sent on my way, finally managing to enter the room. I carelessly threw everything on a desk, and yanked off my jeans. The training pants came off too, and I could feel my sensitive areas gasp at the sudden coolness on my skin. I could almost see the little people in my head at work, like in the movie Inside Out. Okay, she's taking off her bottoms, so that can mean one of two things... she's finally ready to let go. LIKE HELL THAT WOULD HAPPEN. I did the only thing I could think of to do with no bottoms and a bladder threatening to release simply because I did something it was used to just before letting go. I... As much as I don't want to admit this, I ended up putting my fingers in contact to trick my brain and felt multiple kinds of wetness already. That always surprises me because I never expect to feel that way. I suppose my body does. That at least shut it up and prevented a huge carpet accident, not to mention felt wonderful with all the pressure... Anyway. I quickly yanked up my lovely panties and the now-tight jeans over them, already wishing I could use the toilet that was oh so very close by. (Pausing to make a brief legend: Blue: Emesira Green: boyfriend Purple: me) With encouragement from both gentlemen, I was determined to hang on, performing some of the classic actions. Wiggling, pacing, hand squarely between thighs (sometimes, even though Emesira had told me not to-- sorry!) While watching YouTube videos on my phone as I had not brought my laptop, I was caught off guard not by Lindsay Ellis jumping on the Game of Thrones season 8 disappointment bandwagon, but by a banging on the doors of my urethra. I did everything I could to stave it off but it felt like loss of control was inevitable--I even put a towel on an armchair and straddled it, even recorded myself doing this to see if it would help but... nothing. I voiced my concerns and was disappointed I was only holding for about a half an hour before I felt ready to explode. Surely I could do more...? And then something absolutely amazing happened that I had no idea could actually happen! I stopped needing to go. It was like hitting the pause button in the middle of a harrowing movie on a very tolerable frame. the scary part was still there, as well as all the pressure, but it felt a lot more manageable. I have never had that happen before in my life. It gave me such a sensation of freedom I thought I could hold on forever! I went on contentedly listening to what Ms. Ellis had to say about such an ending to a show that started out wonderful. Until someone hit the play button again. I jammed my fingers into the folds of my jeans and gripped--hard. But it wasn't enough. More than several drops slipped out of me and clung to my jeans and I immediately began to lose hope. Just taking this picture for you guys made me leak even more! Emesira, though egging me on to keep holding, tried to make it easier by pretty much saying "only until the end of the hour. Try that." I felt dangerously close to losing it already and at times I just let my muscles go, my sentries of fingers keeping the several drinks inside of me at bay. But maybe I could do this for just a bit longer, I thought. NAMING SAID DRINKS TO MY BOYFRIEND DID NOT HELP MATTERS. Then it happened again. Not as amazing as relief would have been, but I felt like I had the power to continue. Despite all the pressure and the leakage I was determined to continue. Despite the drops teetering off my fingers ready to contribute to the dark wet spot I could feel so easily in my jeans, I was determined to continue. However...I couldn't type properly or even use voice to text, my voice was so scratchy. I was dripping all over with the sheer effort just to keep everything inside. Water was a must at this point, so I took a massive swig from my water bottle, dumped a little on me because of my trembling hands, and got it on camera. I'll probably post that one too on here but for now, here are my pants. The difficulty was only going to increase, I knew that much. I could no longer sit down as apparently it reminded my body too much of being on a toilet. But standing...I could manage...I could not-leak more than I already had. Probably. Each minute felt like an actual drop in the bucket of my bladder and I was very surprised that I made it to 10 PM. The struggle only got tougher, as I predicted-- one minute I was calmly walking around, the next,I was FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. I paced faster, but not too fast so as not to jostle the volatile container within me, much like a lion in a cage, but unlike the lion, my pacing had purpose. I felt safe in this arena, doing battle with my mind and body at once, and although the evidence was all too clear at this point, I soldiered on. I say soldiered, but there was a fair bit of whimpering going on. Soldiers can whimper sometimes, can't they? I needed help and after asking Emesira a Very Important Question, felt the need subside a little bit as a monster retreats into the shadows, growling in promise of more powerful revenge. He kept telling me I didn't really need to go... which was true but absolutely cruel. At this point in the night, after trying to catch the end of Amelie on the hotel TV and understanding very little of it because A. My French vocabulary is still pretty limited and B. LYING ON YOUR SIDE ON A HOTEL BED WHILE YOU FEEL PREGNANT WITH HARD WORKING KIDNEYS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA I realized something right then and there that, throughout my month or so on the forum, I had never once typed these particular words. I. Had. TO PEE. Wiggling and holding were all I could do, and I couldn't risk damaging hotel property by sitting on the armchair anymore, so that left one last place for me to stay: the bathroom. My heart and sphincter alike were pulsing in tandem, two drums to announce an arrival of something long-awaited. At this point, my poor new jeans did not look like they could take much more of this treatment, so it was off to the bathroom with me. I stayed there, pacing in smaller steps, struggling not to look at the smooth white surface that promised the relief I so-- desperately-- craved. Instead I laid my towels on the floor, rolled a few hand towels on top of the toilet, leaning over as I did so--ack! And the camera was rolling. I decided to put one last little show of desperation before I completely lost it, doing everything in my power and beyond to keep everything from spilling out. There was a sizable leak, a hiss I swear you could pick up, and even less of my jeans remained its original light color, but that's not the crazy part. Crazy part was that, although I was known for having a bladder the size of a walnut, and I had all the freedom to let go that I could possibly wish for, right there in front of a toilet, into my jeans and the towels I had set up... My sphincter closed again and I refused to let go. Bewildered, I quickly stopped the camera and told my friend and boyfriend such. With the state of my jeans and I could swear even my shirt at this point, I wasn't sure if it was all that worth it to keep holding on, but strangely enough, I just wanted to keep holding. I wouldn't be able to sleep in this condition, that was for certain, and I did have work the next morning, but I really wanted to see how far I can go. Insert Moana song here. It even looks like an already lost battle, doesn't it? Don't you worry, I had plenty in me at that time! ...*WHEEZE* I crack myself up. However, it seems all good things must come to an end. It was almost like I felt somebody touch me on my shoulder, and tell me, "it's time." My sphincter continued to pulse, throbbing with every step, wiggle, every single action that I made. My hand seemed permanently stuck in that claw-like holding position. It felt like I had to push to let go, but once I did, there it was. The sweet warmth escaped me at last with a trembling moan to accompany it, but my hand seemed fused to the spot. At first I was slightly annoyed that I had seemed to give up so easily, but all the same, for someone with a walnut bladder, it is something for me to be proud of. I have no regrets. Here is the damage for those who are interested. I also have a video of the wetting itself--a finale, if you will. I cleaned up so as not to give the housekeeper a bad day, and decided to hand wash the jeans and towels, forgetting about my panties completely. Whoops. You can see just how badly I needed to go, eh? I wrapped up with my boyfriend and Emesira. After such a physical and mental ordeal I felt like I needed to sleep! It was 11 PM after all. I settled into the hotel bed for the night, thinking about the day's events. But then I remembered--I still had a bunch of Goodnites in my bag! I smiled to myself. What better way to give my bladder a break than to sleep on it? But that's another story.

View File I held it to bursting--and then some! This hold featured here details more of my adventures that one Friday night off I had in a hotel. The plan was to hold it until I couldn't hold it anymore, but it wasn't a full-on wetting that resulted initially, but lots and LOTS of leaks that just kept coming. The end came hours after I'd started, and I included the videos of me wetting, because throughout them, I'm still fighting to hold it! I do finally yield but as you can see, in this case it took more than leaked pants, a large water bottle, a running sink, and thinking I'll let go but not actually...to make me go. Submitter Pistachio Submitted 07/08/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans

View File Frankie - STICK or BURST Check out these two hot blonde PEE goddesses. They start by just casually playing a game of cards enjoying a drink, when one of the girls begins to wriggle around trying to brush off those pee sensations. The other goddess notices this and the focus begins to change to the size of her bladder and how desperate she is, but she still refuses to go to the toilet. They both start teasing and tickling one another trying to force out their pee before they are ready, eventually one bursts as her desperation get the better of her. Then the other goddess can't help but follow letting her warm wet pee run all the way down her jeans, then they also compare their wet panties for good measure. Submitter Reeve Submitted 07/08/2019 Category Peeing

Do you prefer wetting out in broad daylight or wetting in the chill night air? For me, it’s all about nighttime, I just love the feeling. 3F8B64EC-F8C9-4AC2-A788-A77BCE864748.MOV