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  1. Hi This is my first attempt at writing a story on this website. I loved the stories “Hermione learns about flying at P level” by Sobbi5 that was resurrected just recently, and it wasn’t until I’d read all that he’d written that I realized that the stories had been written in 2014 and that Sobbi5 appeared not to have been on the site since 2016! Some of what he’d written appears to be deleted, but if you read what’s left first by clicking on Sobbi5, hopefully my continuation will make some sort of sense. Hope you enjoy what I've written and I do have some ideas to take it further if anybody’s interested. Hermione had been looking forward to the half-term holidays since indulging in her “flying at P level” exploits. Wetting her knickers, especially her regulation navy blue ones had become a real passion helped on by Miss McGonagall’s unrivalled support and the cloaking spell she’d given Hermione to cover up the fact that her knickers were wet. Indeed she was now getting through so many pairs of her “navy blues” in a week that she’d asked her mother to send her some extra pairs! She’d yet to attend a “3 W’s” meeting, but had gone flying with Miss McGonagall and Miss Pomona one Saturday afternoon to the place where their secret meeting were held. They’d all flown at P level and on landing there had been no need for secrecy or cloaking spells and for the first time and unbidden by her teachers Hermione had felt the urge to strip to her underwear and openly enjoy free and unbridled wettings as she explored and enjoyed this special place in the warm late spring sunshine. Her teachers had left her to run free and enjoy herself; telling her how happy they were knowing that Hermione was now very much one of the 3W’s. Hermione’s mind returned to the present; her train was about half an hour from London now, and soon she’d be meeting up with her mother again. She felt excited about seeing her mother once more, but sad at the thought that her wettings were going to have to go on hold until she got back to Hogwarts; she could still wet herself and use the masking spell of course, but at some point all her wet knickers would need to be washed and she couldn’t very well hide that from her mother could she? At the station her mother gave her a kiss and a hug before telling Hermione how well she looked and they then caught a taxi back to her mother’s flat and Hermione took her suitcase through to her bedroom and laid it on her bed, leaving it there for the moment. Hermione needed to wee and was sorely tempted to do a little in her thick and absorbent navy blue knickers before heading across the hall to use the bathroom. To Hermione the feeling of pulling her knickers down to her ankles before sitting on the toilet felt like such a waste... They spent a companionable afternoon and evening together talking about life at Hogwarts and later they enjoyed a meal that her mother had prepared. It was after nine before the dishes were washed and packed away. Hermione’s mother could see that Hermione was very tired after all the travelling she’d done and suggested that Hermione had a long soak in the bath and an early night. “Put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket” she told her; “I’ll put a load of washing on in the morning.” Grateful for the chance of a long soak which she’d always enjoyed Hermione began to undress as the bath was filling and absent mindedly open the lid of the laundry basket to throw in her dirty underwear and the blouse she’d been wearing. As soon as she opened the basket something caught her eye. Tucked in one corner and beside a white towel Hermione spotted something blue... navy blue. Moving the towel out of the way and reaching in Hermione retrieved a pair of knickers; knickers just like her own, but these didn’t belong to her, they were a size or two larger and stretching them out she notice something else; something familiar to her since she’d started being “a naughty girl” in her own knickers, the crotch was wet and the seat partly wet too and Hermione noticed the slight scent of wee. Carefully she replaced those wet knickers where she’d found them and tucked the towel back in place before placing her own clothes on top and closing the lid of the basket. It must have been nearly ten before she was washed and dry again and into her pyjamas. Shouting “goodnight” to her mother and adding “I love you” she slipped gratefully into her room and then into her own bed. As tired as she was Hermione couldn’t settle; all she could think about was that pair of navy blues in the laundry basket and the fact that they were wet. Did her own mother..... No it wasn’t possible; but there again was it.... Had her own mother brought her all those pairs of regulation navy blue knickers because she had a thing about them too? With those thoughts still whirling around in her mind Hermione drifted into the blackness of sleep. Hermione woke just before seven the next morning, the flat quiet and peaceful apart from the slight traffic noise from the road seven floors below. Hermione paid a visit to the bathroom before walking into the lounge and opening the patio doors that led out onto the balcony. Resting her arms on the parapet she looked down on the world passing by below and it reminded her of the first P flight she’d taken with Miss McGonagall and the other girls from her class.... Raising her shoulders slightly Hermione moved her head from left to right to wipe the tears that had formed in her eyes onto the shoulders of her pyjama jacket. “Morning darling did you sleep well? It was her mother’s voice and lost in her own reverie Hermione hadn’t even heard her enter the room and had no idea how long she’d been standing behind her. Quickly she turned and smiled at her mother; “yes thank you mummy I slept very well; it was nice to be back in my old bed again. Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face before she asked her what she’d like to do today. “I’ll put the kettle on while you thing about it” she said. As her mother went towards the kitchen she called out “would you like tea or coffee?” “Tea please mummy” she replied, but what she really wanted was her mother to start to sort out the washing so that she could (hopefully) raise the subject of those navy blue knickers.... Just as she heard the kettle coming to the boil she had an idea. She almost ran to the bathroom and picking up the laundry basket she headed back to the kitchen. “I’ve fetched the laundry basket mummy; you said you wanted to do some washing this morning, I can sort it out for you if you like.” Hermione noticed the smile of pleasure on her mother’s face as she accepted Hermione's offer. Hermione separated the washing into various piles noting as she did so that there were four pairs of her mother’s navy blue knickers on the coloureds pile plus the pair of her own from yesterday. Hermione put the load of coloureds into the washing machine first and as she did so she casually asked her mother if she enjoyed wearing those big knickers as much as she did. Her mother looked a bit nervous as she slowly replied that she did. “They’re warm and comfortable” she then paused for a few seconds before she added “and practical in all sorts of other ways.” Hermione could feel her heart beating in her chest as she started the washing machine and wondered what if anything her mother was going to add to what she’d already said. Her mother sighed; “Pick up your mug of tea Hermione and let’s go and sit in the lounge. I’ve kept things from you in the past, but now I think you’re old enough to understand.” Sitting together on the sofa there was silence for several minutes. Hermione wasn’t going to push her mother into talking; she had to decide what she wanted to say and how she was going to say it. Her mother started by saying that like Hermione she’d gone to boarding school when she was eleven. “My mother brought me those types of knickers because they formed part of the school uniform, but straight away I enjoyed the feelings of wearing them, so when I knew that you were going to boarding school I brought you those types of knickers too. I soon discovered something else about them when I first started at my new school as well; with their thick double gusset they were very absorbent”.... her mother had paused briefly at that point to take a sip of her tea and in Hermione’s opinion to gather her thoughts again. “You see the toilets at our school were very primitive to begin with and nobody really liked using them so naturally we’d hang on for as long as possible before having to go to use the toilets. It was one of the more senior girls who pointed out to us newbie’s one day that if we let ourselves dribble or even spurt in those thick knickers from time to time during the day we could put off visits to those horrible toilets for even longer. I along with several of the other girls began to enjoy the feelings of our damp and clingy knickers and even after the toilet and shower facilities were re-built and were really nice we continued to do it.” She paused, took a longer drink of her tea and said “Hermione I’m thirty eight now and still like the feelings of comfort and security that those knickers give me; if I can’t find a toilet to use I know I can take the pressure off quite a bit by making use of my knickers and nobody is aware of what I’ve been doing or have done.” Hermione burst into tears, snuggled up close to the mother and said “mummy I like wetting my navy blue knickers too.” They cuddled together on the sofa for quite some time; each lost in their own thoughts....
  2. Morgan91

    Sports Shorts

    Soaked at Soccer Cohen hated soccer practice. It was always raining and the field became muddy quicksand that his cleats would sink into. He wished Mom had signed him up for something indoors, like art class, or swimming, or even basketball. He watched the droplets of rain race down the back seat windows. “Why do I have to come to Cohen’s stupid soccer game?” whined his older sister, Ryder. “I’m driving you up to Lidia’s for that sleepover right after,” their mother calmly replied, “And besides, you’re not to be left on your own yet.” Ryder sighed deeply. “Mom I’m old enough!” Their mother didn’t even stop herself from singing the tired old Britney Spears tune, “I’m not a girl, not yet a woman…” Ryder groaned and looked at her iPod for a few minutes, pretending it was a full-fledged iPhone with data. As they neared the parking lot at Cliff Greenfield Park, Mom went through her usual spiel. “If either of you two need to use the bathrooms, go now or hold it until after the game. I’m looking at you, Cohen.” “Whatever,” Ryder sighed, trudging off to the toilets. Cohen shrugged. “I don’t have to go,” he replied, taking a swig from his nearly full water bottle. “Do you want to try? It’s going to be a long while before another potty break,” his mother warned. Cohen shook his head and headed out to the field. He would be fine. Maybe he could’ve peed a little, but it wasn’t worth it. He took a big sip and joined his team for their warm up. A few minutes in to practicing passing, Cohen could feel his bladder swelling from all the water he’d just drank. It wasn’t too bad though. He thought about telling the coach, but the game would start in a few minutes and he couldn’t miss any of the action. Cohen tried to ignore his urge and chose to keep focusing on the ball and passing. When the game finally started, Cohen really needed to pee. His bladder was desperately begging for release as the boy hopped around and held himself. If he kept moving, the feeling wouldn’t get any worse, or so he told himself. Cohen pressed on his crotch and squeezed his legs together. It wouldn’t be too much longer. He ran after the ball, holding himself and hoping nobody would notice how bad he had to go. Thankfully, one of the other boys got it and Cohen slowed down. He crossed one leg over the other and hopped around, trying to make the feeling go away. “What are you doing?” asked Kai, one of the other boys on his team. “I gotta go pee!” Cohen grumbled. “I gotta go pee too,” Kai replied, “But I can hold it. I just have to go a little bit.” Cohen could see that Kai was lying. He was in worse shape than Cohen, barely holding on as he did the pee-pee dance in the middle of the field. “Cohen! Kai! What are you two doing?! The game is over there!” the coach boomed, pointing at the rest of their team, who were at the other end of the field. “We have to go to the bathroom,” Cohen shyly admitted, squeezing his legs together. “There are only two minutes left, boys. I need you to hold it until the game is over,” the coach said. “Come on now, get in the game.” Cohen winced, "I really need to go..." "You can hold it," the coach confidently dismissed him. Cohen and Kai carefully ran down the field, hands tightly in their crotches, attempting to seal off any leaks. “I have to go pee,” Cohen moaned, crossing his legs and jumping up and down. Kai wasn’t listening; he was wrestling with trying to keep from soaking his uniform. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Kai whimpered, “It’s coming out!” A rush of urine permeated his athletic shorts and drenched his legs. He worriedly tried to cover up his accident, but there was no use. Kai's eyes were wide with fear and embarrassment; his bony legs trembled in his soaking shorts. He could see his mother coming to fetch him from the other end of the field. Cohen felt frozen in the moment, tightly holding himself. He saw the anger on Kai's mother's face as she yanked her son off the field. She started yelling at him in Mandarin and gave him a smack on the back of the head. In accented English she angrily exclaimed, "I told you to go pee-pee before the game!" Kai was silent as he and his furious mother trudged over to the public bathrooms. Cohen held himself tightly; he could wait out the last few minutes of the game. His bladder was begging for release, but he could coax his body to wait just minutes until he could make a dash for the bathrooms. His knees knocked together and he wiggled about on the field, trying to think about anything except his predicament until he heard the coach blow his whistle. He grabbed onto his privates and made a run for the line his teammates were forming to give high-fives to the other team. “Good game,” the boys repeated over and over until it held no meaning. Cohen’s bladder felt ready to give up the good fight by the time he high-fived the last boy in line. “I gotta go pee!” he shouted and ran as fast as he could to the public bathrooms across the field. His heart was racing and his pee was sloshing around inside uncomfortably as he descended on the bathroom. Cohen tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried it again but it was locked. Panic set in and he began to dance on the spot. The sign on the door said the bathrooms were closed at 3:00 every day. How was it already 3?! “But I have to go pee!” Cohen wailed to no one in particular. “Cohen, honey we have to get going before your sister’s late for her party,” his mother said. She had snuck up behind him with a very bored Ryder in tow. “But I have to go to the bathroom,” Cohen whined. “You’ll have to hold it for a bit. The bathrooms are closed, honey. I told you to go pee before the game.” Cohen was ready to cry. There was no way he could hold it all the way home. “But mom-” “You’ll just have to hold it for a little longer. You can do it, you’re a big boy.” Cohen hurriedly made his way to the family van, trying desperately to hold on. Home wasn’t very far away. He could make it. Just a few more minutes. “You better not pee your pants or mom’s gonna be mad,” Ryder whispered to her brother before taking the front seat. Cohen said nothing and buckled himself in the back, wiggling his legs desperately. “Mom can we please stop at a gas station?” he begged. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cohen. You can hold it for five minutes,” his mother sighed. Cohen responded with a whimper and repositioned himself in his seat, trying to sit on his heel to keep his bladder from spasming. The thick leather of his cleats hurt but maybe it would stop the inevitable flood. He sat like that for a minute or two before feeling the pee slowly move into the urethra. He quickly changed positions, locking his knees tightly together and holding onto his penis. Cohen closed his eyes and felt the car come to a halt. A trickle of urine made its way into his underpants, but he held tighter and sealed the leak. Ryder grabbed her backpack and got out of the car, saying goodbye to her squirming brother. For a moment, Cohen thought of asking to use Lidia’s family’s bathroom, but he was too shy to talk to his sister’s friend. He kept holding. “Cohen, do you want to come sit up front?” his mother asked. The boy shook his head. He couldn’t even muster a verbal response; he was about to burst. “It’s okay, honey. Just a few more minutes until we’re home. You can hold it.” Cohen started to count backwards from 1000, taking deep breaths. His bladder was burning with discomfort and he could feel himself losing control. He felt a spasm that completely drenched his underwear, but there was still an ocean of pee to hold back. “Mom…” Cohen worriedly began. He felt his whole lower half freeze in space and time. All of a sudden he couldn’t feel the pressure of having to go anymore. He gasped, realizing his body had taken control. He was peeing his pants and there was nothing he could do to stop the stream. His shorts were soaked through, as was the fabric covered back seat of the car. Cohen was mortified. “Mom!” he cried, tears rushing down his cheeks, “I didn’t make it!” I have a few other ideas for sports-themed omorashi short stories. I will update if I have time. Open to suggestions and criticism, though I'm not very active on this forum at the moment. Thank you for reading. -Morgan
  3. rachelkirwan

    Wore Filthy Panties to Work

    Well usually I’m a good girl who wears clean cute cotton panties to work, unless I’m wearing panties for two days for a customer, but yesterday I was feeling particularly naughty. So rather than reaching into my drawer for a clean pair, or even into the laundry for a pair from a previous day, I went into my stash of panties I reserve for naughty times. Panties that I’ve wet a couple of times, or stained horribly in one way or the other. I found this lovely pair of white cotton panties with cute little navy blue stars and purple moons, with a purple waistband. Here they are in their pristine, virginal, never worn state: Now you will not have seen these panties before as they came in a pack that didn’t fit all that well (permanent wedgies), and they aren’t quite 100% cotton so they don’t absorb pee as well. So I reserved them for extra naughty times in and around the house. A couple of months ago when I was in the mood, I pulled the panties on inside a Goodnite, and had a rather significant #2 accident in them just because I wanted to see how badly this kind of accident would stain a pair of panties. I immediately washed them in the shower and sink, and this was the result. They were then laundered in the laundry and the shameful stain remained. So these embarrassingly stained panties were relegated to the naughty bin and I ignored them for months. The yesterday morning, while I was getting dressed, I was feeling a little naughty, and rummaged around and pulled these out. There’s something about wearing dirty panties to work, but there’s quite something else about wearing clean panties that you’ve permanently and shamefully stained. Their tendency to give me a wedgie only reminded me that they were there all day long! I pulled on a pair of black work slacks over top of them, along with a tasteful tan blouse. I went through the whole day, and would occasionally be reminded that I was wearing these adorable panties and stained panties when they got a little too uncomfortable bunched up in my bum. I got them a little more dirty in the back due to the wedgie and my lunchtime bathroom visit, but only a little bit, I’m a good girl who wipes properly. Anyhow, at lunch, I decided to have a little more fun, and so I bought a pad from the machine in the random washroom I visited, and slipped it into my panties: It was one of the cheap kinds of pads that come in a box in the machines, but I sometimes like those, as they are way too thick and make me feel like I have been a bad girl for forgetting to bring a pad with me. So this was going through my mind while I had a quiet afternoon at work. At about 2 pm, I got up for another mug of tea and felt like I could also benefit from a bathroom visit. I wandered into the bathroom to find it empty and my naughtiness levels increasing. Rather than go into the stall right away, I stood at the mirror and fixed my makeup, and as I did so, I carefully relaxed and let out one solid squirt into my pad and panties. I was feeling naughty enough that I wanted some wetting fun, but not so much so that I wanted wet trousers. I’m not the best at starting and stopping my pee, so it was a good solid 10 seconds of peeing. Unfortunately these cheap machine pads are really not good for pee accidents, and I felt my little accident flow off the side of the pad and dampen my inner right thigh. I bore down and stopped the flow and continued to fix my makeup for a few more minutes, revelling in the naughty feeling of having just peed my filthy panties at work. I was brought out of my revelry when the door opened and someone entered the washroom. She went directly into a stall, but I realized that I should probably do the same. So I relocated into the other unused stall and pulled down my pants and panties to inspect the damage. The wet stain on my trousers was invisible given the material and colour of the trousers, I removed them (after removing my shoes), and I dabbed them dry with some toilet paper. By this time the other person had wrapped up peeing, and was washing their hands, and sensing myself once again alone in the washroom, I pulled off my panties and took a few pictures of them on the floor of the stall. The pad was deliciously soaked with a rather dark blast of pee. I removed the pad and rolled it up, and found my panties mostly dry, the pad had at least protected them. So wrapped the pad in toilet paper, and threw it out in the little stall garbage, and then pulled my panties back on. I was throbbing at this point, aroused by what I had done and by the prospect of wearing the dirty panties for the rest of the day. I finished peeing in the toilet (like a good girl), wiped, pulled everything up, and went out to wash my hands. I had properly dampened the crotch of the panties by the time I got home. My hubby was thankfully home when I got back, and I was able to get a good and proper fuck almost immediately after getting home from work. I felt very dirty indeed stripping in front of him, and shyly did it facing him so that he did not see the stain on the back. He commented that he’d not seen me in those panties before, and I didn’t exactly answer him, but was careful to kick the panties under the bed in such a way that he would not see them. Sexy times ensued, and afterwards, rather than languish in bed, we both got up to go make dinner. I let him put his things on first and then slipped the panties back on underneath some comfortable pyjamas. I then spent the next 30 minutes chopping vegetables and oozing his juices and mine into the panties. Chopping complete, I hurried into the washroom to pee (which I should have done immediately after sexy times), and snapped these pictures of my dirty, now cum stained, panties. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this little experience. If you are interested in buying a pair of my dirty panties, do get in touch. You can learn more about how to order on my website: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best Rachel
  4. I'm glad I was able to find all the documents for this. This is for the first chapter of the Guild Apprentice, an interactive I ran for ended recently. This version is a rewrite of the original interactive with some parts touched up because the early chapters didn't really age well. To the people who read the original interactive I hope you enjoy this, and I hope anybody new will enjoy this. Here is a link to GA: Part 2 which is currently ongoing: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/51233-the-guild-apprentice-part-2/?page=2 This will be getting updated every few days. Part I You are roused from a peaceful sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled in a silk cushion. “Uuu…” You sit up, waiting for the mugginess of a rude awakening to fade. “I must’ve nodded off before we’d left town.” You think, rubbing your eyes. It’s not surprising, you’d barely slept a wink last night, the excitement of today, as well as a somewhat lumpy tavern mattress had kept you awake for most of the night. The last thing you remember is hoisting your rucksack aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of the town gate. You must’ve nodded off before you were even out the gate. Inching yourself toward the carriage window, you peer out to get a look at your surroundings. The sun is high, peeking over the tall oak trees along the trail. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept the entire journey. As you stretch out your arms and yawn, you look around your carriage; it’s a basic oak compartment. Easy on the eyes and even easier on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large curtain the runs the length of the whole compartment. Beneath your seat is a small nook to store your belongings, but for the journey you felt comfortable keeping your rucksack by your side. In your weary-eyed state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before nodding off. Sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in a warm welcoming glow. You rub the sleep from your eyes and lean over your seat to take a glance through the carriage window. It’s a beautiful summer day in the Midlands without a cloud in the sky, birds are chirping and a light breeze is blowing through the forest, rustling the leaves. You huff, regretting that you didn’t walk the trail now. It was the perfect day for it. You lean over, reaching for your rucksack when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. Looking down, you see it’s a small ornate hand mirror tucked under the seat. You bend down and pick it up. “Strange, I don’t remember packing this.” You mumble to yourself as you raise the hand mirror to your face. How on earth did it get in your carriage? Perhaps a noble was to use this carriage and had forgotten it? There was no chance of that, no noble would be riding in such a shoddy carriage, even the thought makes you laugh. Regardless, you decide now is a good time to check yourself over. You want to look your best after all. Gazing into the mirror, you quickly check yourself over, sweeping your hair, wiping the drool from your mouth, the usual fare for when you’d faceplant a pillow and fall asleep. Your name is Shibo Kenshiko, an aspiring mage of House Kenshiko, a magi family who hold high rank among the noble families of Orientia. Being a girl of plain appearance, the noble roots of your family did not shine through too well. Nothing in particular stood out about your looks, though you liked to think you were cuter than most girls. The recent weeks in the sun had given your skin a healthy tan, your eyes were curved and as light as the blue sky and you seldom smiled. You had long green coloured hair that would normally reach down to your shoulders, but you were fond of keeping it contained in a long ponytail. Your outfit too lacked any air of nobility, though it did not stand out much among the people of the cities. It was quite fitting with your appearance; a simple white blouse that was far too big for you. Sadly, it was all the tailor had in stock when you needed some garments and you couldn’t afford to be too picky. It stretched down to your knees and was nearly long enough to be a dress. Along with your blouse, you wore a pair of green baggy shorts, and a pair of black tights along with a pair of leather boots that could certainly use a shine. “I look fine.” You comment to yourself, smiling. You run a hand over your green hair and hold the mirror out to get a better look at your figure. Your clothes concealed your curves well, giving you an almost blocky figure. That was for the best. You were modest in your womanly assets; you breasts were fair and the same could be said for your backside; like a firm, well-rounded peach. Your hips had the honor of being your least modest feature; they were slightly wider than average and often it made you feel a tad… pear shaped, but you thought little of it. Finally finished, and giving yourself a soft smile, you sit the mirror down by your side. As you do that, you notice, sticking out of your satchel, a piece of rolled up paper. That was your letter of acceptance to Fort Victoria, the capital fort of Eseriths Fighting Guild. You pull the parchment from your satchel and unroll it. On the parchment is the sigil of the Eserith Fighters Guild; two longswords crossed in front of a silver kite shield. Running across the bottom of the sigil is a banner reading the words “Always Willing. Always Ready. The famous motto. The parchment also bears your name: Shibo Kenshiko and a signature: R. Rodrin, the mentor of the site that had gotten you your Apprenticeship. Holding that letter close to you, you sit back in your seat and close your eyes. You fantasize about your new life with a Guild. “I’m going to be a Guildhand.” You whisper the words, letting them hang on your tongue. Just speaking them makes you grin with joy as you open your eyes and once again admire the letter in your hands. Those words filled you with glee now just as much as they had when you first spoke them. As you are sat there, letting dreams fill your head, you hear the squeaking wheels grow quiet. The horses whinny, their hooves trampling the mud and falling quiet too. The carriage grinds to a halt. That was odd, you weren’t expecting any stops until Guilden, and you certainly weren’t there yet. Quickly folding up the letter and stuffing it in your satchel, you go to see what the commotion is about. On your way past, you decide to take the hand mirror with you, but when you reach down to pick it up… you find it’s gone. “Strange…” You hoist your satchel over your shoulder and leave the carriage. The door of the carriage swings open and you are greeted with the warm sun on your brow and a warm breeze. You can hear the rushing water of a nearby creek. “Aye, calm yourselves!” The carriageman, an old balding man with a thick beard and heavy sleepless eyes, yells to his horses. His voice causes a robin to flee from the branch of a nearby oak. You step up beside one of the horses, comforting the nearest one with a gentle pat on the nose. There is a narrow river running through the forest. It’s not too deep, a few twigs and stones stick out above the waters surface. No, the real concern that is causing the horses such dismay is a tree which has tumbled down, taking the wooden bridge over the river down with it. “Oh, Miss Kenshiko.” The carriageman notices you beside the horse. He takes a wooden pipe from his pocket and sucks on it. “I’m afraid the carriage can’t go any further.” He says with a frown, the pipe hanging from his lips. You share his frown, but only for a moment. Then, you feel a great joy in being able to enjoy this beautiful day on foot. “I don’t mind.” You smile at the carriageman. “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a carriage.” You grasp the strap of your satchel with both hands and look ahead. “How much further is it to Guilden?” The carriageman takes a puff from his pipe, lets the smoke hang in his mouth, and exhales. “It should only be a half hour venture on foot, I reckon.” He stands up and points over the collapsed bridge. “Just follow the trail and you’ll come out on the hill overlookin’ the lake.” “Thank you.” You reach into your pocket and throw the carriageman his payment for ferrying you so far. “I wish you a good day, sir.” With your boots to the dirt, you prepare for the final quarter of your travel. You hop across a few stones by the bridge, leap across the river and follow the road deeper into the forest. It’s beautiful, almost tranquil. The sun shines through the trees, critters scamper around your feet, chirping and chattering before vanishing into the bushes. A soft summer wind blows over you, rustling your hair. You feel relaxed as you walk briskly through the tranquil stretch of forest. Roughly five minutes later, as you are walking along, surrounding yourself with the sights and sounds of the Riverren forest, you suddenly hear footsteps running toward you; stressful boots thumping against the dirt, closing in on you. “Hey! Wait up!” A voice calls out from behind, urging for your attention. It’s a young girl travelling alone who beckons for your attention. She looks far too innocent to be a thief or a brigand. She is quite short, almost half a head shorter than you, her eyes gaze widely like a child and her auburn hair looks like it was cut by a drunk with a blunt knife; it was short and only got longer and messier the nearer it got to her ears. But it’s her “unique” attire that catches your eyes. She’s wearing a long mage robe with the sleeves cut off near her elbows, and a messy white shirt that looked more like an artists canopy, splattered and stained with all matters of colours and patterns. A belt full of vials, all filled with unknown concoctions of various colours, as well as a leather bandolier of potions are wrapped over her robes, and the most eye-catching of her apparel - a large wooden barrel, almost twice her size is hoisted on her back like a satchel, held in place with two leather straps that she’s grasping. The barrel hisses and a burst of steam erupts from the top. You hear it gurgling like a hungry beast from within. The young girl, despite hoisting that gargantuan barrel, does not struggle to catch up with you. She stops when she gets by your side and catches her breath. Up close, you see just how short she truly is - her eyes just meet your breasts. That’s somewhat of an impressive feat, since you were not too tall yourself. The girl huffs and puffs, her red cheeks inflate and deflate, her chest heaves and she pants, desperate to swallow all the air she can. Finally, she manages to blurt out some words. “Y-y-you… you’re h-heading for Guilden… right?” She struggles to speak between bouts of heavy panting. Her ragged breathing and flat heaving chest make you think lewdly. You blush, and avert your gaze. “Aha! You are! I knew you were!” She gives you a toothy grin. “I see that letter in your backpack.” You didn’t feel the need to give a response now the girl knew. Instead, you nod. “Maybe you should put the barrel down for a moment?” You say. “Ha!” The girl grins, her teeth showing through her smile. “Good idea!” She lets go of the straps and the barrel collapses behind her, kicking up dry dirt. “Ahhh…” She bends down, leaps up and stands up straight, stretching out her arms as high as she can. “That’s better!” She throws a hand out in your direction. “My name is Muaki!” She introduces herself, offering you her hand, which you accept reluctantly. “You say the first part like a cow!” She demonstrates with a moo, completely forgetting she had just pronounced her name while introducing herself. “So it’s Mooo-aki!” She grins. “I’m an alchemist from Waverton! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Though reluctant, you still feel obliged to introduce yourself, though Muaki’s ecstatic nature makes you feel especially shy. Probably all that cheeriness. You were never that outgoing, especially around energetic people. “My name is Shibo.” You start with a nervous quiver. “Shibo Kenshiko.” “Kenshiko?” Muaki tilts her head like a confused puppy at the sound of your name. After a moment to herself, she snaps her fingers her eyes begin to glimmer. “Ah! You’re from Orientia!” She goes quiet again, muttering under her breath and giggling. “Sorry, I was just running your name through my head! It’s really fun to say! Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. You should give it a try!” “There’s no need for that.” You say playfully. “I hear it enough almost everyday.” “I bet you do!” Muaki does not catch on to the subtle snarkiness in your voice. “Shibo Kenshiko. Shbo. Kenshiko. It’s so fun to say!” She tenses up, scrunches her face, and clenches her fists with overwhelming glee that leaves her feeling giddy. After repeating your name a few more times, she finally gets bored of saying it. “Sorry, I’m just really excited about getting to Guilden. Do you mind if we walk together?” “I… sure.” You say, resisting the urge to sigh. So much for enjoying the forest peacefully. But you’d feel guilty turning her down, and it was only a short walk to Guilden. “Ha! Great! I love walking with company!” She bends down and hoists the barrel back onto her back. It gurgles. “Let’s get going!” She points onward and starts walking, hunched over with the weight of the barrel on her back. You look at down, frowning at the sight of your scuffed boots. “I have to pee…” You mumble, hoping Muaki doesn’t hear you. That’s all that is on your mind. It had been lingering for a while but only now was it creeping up on you. Maybe it was the heat. You’d hoped to hold it in until you reached Guilden, or if the need got too demanding, you were not averse to wetting a patch of dry dirt behind a tree. But that option went out the window thanks to your newfound traveling companion. The stretch of forest seemed never ending and the tea you had downed before falling asleep was getting well acquainted with your bladder… perhaps a bit too well acquainted. “A half hour walk my fanny…” “Shibo! Is something the matter?” Muaki looks back, noticing her walking buddy is now absent.. Pushing back the urges in your bladder, you look to Muaki and shake your head. “It’s nothing.” You would not be resorting to a childish potty dance just yet. For now, you just had to endure it. You rush on to catch up with Muaki and together with your new friend walk along the trail.
  5. So I've had this story idea trapped in my head for weeks and i really need to get it out so like. this is my first omo fanfiction so please be nice aaaa ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 14, Sunday, 12:51 PM. Cassandra's eyes flutter open, and her consciousness takes in the scenery of her dorm room, her presence on the planet. The memory of her dream drifts away like sand, and the lonesome girl lies there, putting off the need to get out of bed. It's been a long week for Cassandra. The 19-year old part-time retail worker is normally quite social and peppy, but has been overworked the past week, having to work six eight-hour shifts the past week, as opposed to the usual three. Yesterday, on Saturday, she spent the eight hours groggily sifting through grocery items and using up all of her mental energy counting change. The moment she arrived back at her dorm that day, she basically conked out on the spot. The relief of finally getting to sleep in was overwhelming, but it's not all Cassandra had planned for her Sunday. See, Cassandra's roommate has been gone for the weekend, to see their parents. In addition, they have no homework they need to worry about now (besides an essay due at the end of the week but let's not think about that kay?), which is the perfect opportunity to... take some time for herself. De-stress. Focus on... something else. for example... Even before today she had been setting this up. That Saturday, she set a rule for herself, a simple rule. That rule was that she only got to empty her bladder once. That one opportunity she got was intended for her to be able to get through her sluggish work session without the extra fork of having to focus on something else AND her pee; Something she would normally be able to handle, but still, that was her sixth work day that week. As such, by letting go of her bladder at about the two-hour mark, and by spending the last few hours of work making sure to stay extra hydrated... the young woman woke up carrying urine from over twenty-four hours ago. It did not take long for her to remember this. As such, Cassandra slid out of bed with an incredible pressure, a glorious weight, pressing hard against her urethra. When her feet hit the floor, she could feel the large balloon she was pressing back send shock waves of bliss throughout her pelvis, a feeling that led to a quiet moan escaping. Once again; utter bliss, but it's not gonna last long. She has her exact record set at twenty-five hours and twelve minutes before completely losing control, a time she has yet to beat. Today, however, she decides that she's gonna commit to doing so, and in an extra special and particularly daring way. The first thirty minutes are spent dolling up. Cassandra is quite a beautiful young woman, with a striking figure; She has powerful hips and thighs, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves to let them sway as she walks to catch eyes (when she's actually feeling decent). Plus, her breasts are D-cuppers, which she is proud of. However, she isn't just a butt and a pair of titties tied together with sticks, either: she has a bit of stomach, of course, but she is also quite strong; she doesn't have muscles ripping through like a bodybuilder, because that's... well, unrealistic and unhealthy, but it's clear that she's not a weakling if you take a look at her biceps; and, of course, her sphincter muscles. Cassandra spends the time putting on her makeup- a blissfully torturous affair, having to hold back from bouncing in order to get the wings right and such. Twenty minutes pass while she does this. The remaining ten minutes are spent on deciding an outfit. Since it's hot she decided on a sunhat, but the other two choices are far more important. The first was a pair of high heels, which are infamous for making it much harder to hold the weight of an aching bladder... but even more importantly is her jumpsuit. Cassandra chose to wear an incredibly alluring green jumpsuit: it's backless, going down low enough to almost expose the curves of her butt; it is completely form-fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination; but most importantly of all, she's wearing it without underwear. No bra, no panties, no nothing. It's just the jumpsuit between her and the world. And there's no getting out of it. No pulling it out of the way to pee, no taking it off as she would expose herself... and an incredible, wonderful pressure it exerts. This is how she goes out into the world. Water bottle and purse in hand, Cassandra carries the weight of her bladder out of her dorm and down the hall, holding on tight, feeling its intense jiggle as hops down the stairs. She doesn't want to be too conspicuous with the actual people at her college, but once she gets outside and gets off campus property, she lets her fullness show. As she walks, she openly holds tight on her crotch, crossing her legs, bending down... yet, the whole time, she has on an air of confidence, leading with her pelvis when she can, letting her bulge be prominent... and, very occasionally, letting drops loose. Just a few, not enough to reach a full spurt... at first. About another twenty minutes have passed since she left, and she has arrived at the park. Cassandra takes a big gulp of her water bottle and peeks at her watch... It is 1:46. Twenty-five hours and sixteen minutes since her sphincter muscles have had the ecstasy of letting hot pee gush past them... twenty-five hours of holding the liquid of bliss inside a balloon superior in size to a cantaloupe. Cassandra chose this park for a few very particular reasons: it's popular, so there are spectators; it's far from home, so there's no possibility of being able to head back to pee, or get spotted by her friends at college; but most importantly of all, it has no toilets. Nowhere to drop the massive amount of pee Cassandra holds inside her pelvis, nowhere but the seat of her own jumpsuit, and nowhere to hide to do so... she smiles at the thought. At this point, Cassandra's crotch has a decently dark stain, but it's only visible from up close. She wants to change this... she opens her legs, right there, puts her hands over her crotch, and lets it slip out... the feeling is of incredible bliss and naughiness, knowing that everyone can see... she sighs to herself lightly... but then, three seconds later, she cuts it off with an incredible bout of force. the stream sputters to a stop after about two seconds of deceleration, and her crotch and inner thighs are noticeably stained and wonderfully warm. At this point, Cassandra is painfully horny, and simply wishes to let it all out right there... but she doesn't. Instead, Cassandra goes for a walk. she isn't holding on tight, though... enough that a drop gets released every few seconds or so, at least at first... she lets her hips sway, lets the weight of her bulging bladder exacerbate her momentum, lets the shockwaves of intense desperation course through her as her bladder bounces with every step. She knows people are watching, there's a woman over there, resting on a bench with a book... about Cassandra's age, and no less hot. She knows she's staring, watching her hips sway like a pendulum, her crotch and inner thighs grow increasingly darker as pee drips down, leaving elegant, naughty strokes of dark paint. She knows the look in her eyes, she knows that she's... intrigued. Cassandra knows this because she gives people that look all the time. It's a look of a subtle twinge inside one's heart, a subtle yet unmistakeable twinge. It's been seven minutes, and Cassandra's inner thighs are deeply wet... and yet, her bladder still aches, pulses with intensity, with ecstasy. The trail of pee that follows behind her has gotten increasingly dark and wide, and a few drops of bliss escape every second. Cassandra passes a wink and a smile to her audience, who now carries her full attention... while Cassandra begins to lower her pelvis towards the ground. Eventually, she is squatting there, one eye on the girl with the book, rear pointed off to the side, where she can get the perfect view... as the flood loosens, and finally falls. Cassandra's head falls back in ecstasy as the glorious pressure and weight finally falls from her pelvis, soaking the crotch of her inescapable jumpsuit. It falls down, sprinkling along the seam right between her buttcheeks, as she quivers lightly. The sprinkle of Cassandra's pee against her crotch, adhering it to the material of her jumpsuit, creates an utterly marvelous and powerful feeling. She holds her crotch and gives herself a light but incredible stroke of pressure as her steaming urine gushes out of her, as she gives a glance back towards the girl on the bench... a deep blush is shared between them. But then... suddenly, she raises her hands and makes some motions. it takes some effort to make out, but Cassandra is able to tell... it's sign language. The girl on the bench is signing her phone number. As she is interested in language and wishes to communicate with all sorts of people, even across barriers, Cassandra actually knows sign language. she passes a thumbs up, and commits her number to memory, as she signs her own number back, with a wink. One minute into Cassandra's stream, and it's still going strong. Her jumpsuit is soaking wet at the crotch, and pee continues to flow forth, but she wants to put on a show from all angles. As such, with a bit of effort, she stands up and faces directly away from the girl on the bench as she lets her hair fall back and strokes her fingers over her stream, across the fabric of her jumpsuit. Pee continues to gush forth, through her clothes, through her fingers, as it bursts down and soaks every inch of the inside of her pants, staining it all dark. It dribbles down and contributes more and more to the large puddle sitting there at the sidewalk, as her audience watches in awe. Cassandra sighs as the warmth of her pee hugs and wraps around her thighs, and as more and more of the blissful liquid gushes out. Eventually, finally, at the two-minute mark, Cassandra's stream slows to just a few drops. Her bladder is empty, her pantsuit soaked, her mind bursting with eroticism. She strokes a finger across the wet material over her crotch, before turning around and giving the girl on the bench one last wink.. With that, she begins the trek home, smiling to herself as she takes in the eyes of all those who saw her in her pantsuit, the one that had its most erotic parts stroked with pee. Fifteen minutes later, she arrived back at her college, and is able to sneak back into her dorm. It's exciting trying to get the door open while standing there with your hot butt sticking out, covered in piss... she hurries into her dorm before immediately beginning to stroke herself, masturbating directly through the now-cold fabric of her skintight jumpsuit. A powerful orgasm builds up under her hands, before eventually, with a deep moan, it bursts forth, sending shock waves of primal pleasure throughout Cassandra's body. Now, she simply stands there. Tired, horny, wrapped up in a skintight jumpsuit. She peels it off to hop in the shower, coming out refreshed and tired. She checks her phone, and decides to dial something onto her phone. The person on the other side calls back after a few rings. "Hey. Are you the woman in the green pantsuit at the park?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading!!! ❤️ if you want to know, i actually do have a picture of the jumpsuit cassandra wore, or at least a very similar one. I found it on a niche and.... frankly, very very horny fashion site. here it is: https://www.gitionline.com/products/copy-of-neon-spots-jumpsuit?utm_source=criteo&utm_medium=display&utm_campaign=lowerfunnel
  6. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    I didn’t really want to break this up into multiple posts so it is quite a long one hope you don’t mind hehe. As usual I have grown to really like these characters so let me know in the comments if you think I should write further installments. Enjoy! ******************************** Nina stood in front of the mirror in a white lace bra and matching lacy panties admiring her figure. Her big blue eyes scanned up and down her lean frame. It had taken months of hard work in the gym to get the summer body she had been dreaming of but it had paid off. She had always been proud of her c cup tits but now she could show off a toned ass and hourglass figure as well. It was a body built for bikinis but as the horn of her family’s sedan went off several times she was reminded of why exactly it was wasted. She was going off to college next year and her younger brother would be entering his senior year, but despite Nina’s insistence that, as a soon to be college freshman, she was far too adult to still go on the annual family road trip, her parents had insisted. To make matters worse, her brother had been allowed to bring one of his dorky friends along. While the rest of her friends were taking planes to exotic places, she was about to be stuck in a small car for hours to get to a small lake town in the middle of nowhere. “I hate my life,” she groaned into her reflection. She jumped when she heard a pounding at her door. It was her father, angry that she was delaying them getting on the road and complaining about hitting traffic. She groaned, pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and grabbed a pair of white leggings and a purple tank top. She pulled the clothes on and shortly afterwards her father was swinging the door open and telling her that her time was up. Meanwhile, in the car waiting below, Nina’s mother sat in the front seat tuning the radio while Nina’s brother Harry and his friend Calvin sat in the backseat waiting for the other two to return. “Thanks again for letting me come with Mrs. Johnson,” Calvin spoke up. “Oh it’s no problem sweetheart! We’re happy to have you,” Mrs. Johnson smiled as she continued to fiddle with the radio before finally settling on a station she liked. Calvin was filled with anticipation, and while his friend assumed it was anticipation of the trip in general, that was only partly true. Of course he was happy to be going on vacation with his best friend this summer but he was very excited to get to be with Nina. Calvin was not a particularly attractive guy. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, many girls had complimented him on the way his dark hair contrasted with his hazel eyes, he just paled in comparison to the jocks Nina typically associated with. His love of comic books and video games had branded him a nerd early in his high school years. Even once he filled out a little and wasn’t quite as gangly as he was his freshman year, he had been unable to shake the lack of popularity his reputation afforded him. So instead of going for Nina he had admired her from afar. But then he had become best friends with Harry, who told Calvin all about his horrible big sister who made fun of his glasses and mocked him when he wet the bed as a child. After hearing all the ways Nina had tormented Harry, any feelings Calvin had for her outside the purely sexual or lustful had faded. So yes he was excited for this trip because he would be with his best friend, but he was even more excited to ogle said friend’s sister for an entire summer. Mr. Johnson quickly dragged a pouting Nina outside, her bag in his other hand. He walked over and pointed at the backseat indicating for her to get in, then tossed her suitcase into the trunk with the rest. Nina slid into the backseat and found herself next to Calvin, who was seated in the middle, while Harry had the other window seat. Calvin greeted her but she just rolled her eyes, put her headphones in, and turned the music up so she wouldn’t have to pay any mind to the other people in her company. In the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something but she shrugged it away. The route to their lake house was as familiar to Mr. Johnson as the back of his hand after years and years of going down for every summer. It was to the point that he had the whole drive scheduled to a tee. There’s a rest stop a couple miles down once they pull onto the highway. They would stop there, run to the bathroom, grab snacks or anything else they wanted, and then get back on the road. After that there would be no more stops until they needed gas. This rule was strict with no exceptions unless it was an absolute emergency, and so far they had not needed to deviate from that schedule in years. Mr. Johnson was already annoyed since Nina had put them behind schedule with her tardiness, so he was determined to stick to the rest of his plan as perfectly as possible. When they pulled up at that first rest stop everyone got out of the car. Nina and Harry went to the convenience store while their parents and Calvin stopped at the bathroom. There was coffee available but cups needed to be bought from the counter so after considering for a moment Nina decided that she needed the coffee to deal with her family and gas station coffee was better than nothing. She approached the counter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the cashier on duty was quite attractive. She began to flirt with him as her brother meandered around the store before finally grabbing a soda and taking it to the counter. He rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, walking up just as the cashier handed her a cup. “Oh wait, this is a large, I asked for a small,” Nina corrected him. “Don’t worry about it, the upgrade is on me,” the cashier winked. Without thinking of the consequences, only the flattery, Nina happily accepted the cup and flounced off to fill it up. Harry rolled his eyes again, paid, and then went outside to find Calvin and his mother already inside and his father leaning impatiently against the car. “Where’s your sister?” his father asked. Harry shrugged, “she should be out soon,”. Sure enough, Nina sauntered out shortly afterwards, happily sipping on her discounted coffee. She started to head towards the bathroom but decided better of it. Her father was already mad at her for disrupting his so called schedule and she didn’t feel like hearing the lecture that would surely follow if she delayed them again. So instead of taking the chance to relieve herself Nina hopped in the car, and soon the group was back on the highway again. An hour went by and Nina had gone back to listening to music and sipped her coffee all the while. Harry had just launched into a rant about the Star Wars prequels that Calvin was all too familiar with so he took the opportunity to primarily shift his focus to Nina. His eyes raked over her fit body, appreciating the results of her gym time. He noticed that her legs were pressed together pretty tightly. His eyes darted from there to her coffee and his mind began to spin. You see, Calvin had at some point developed an affinity for girls desperate for a toilet. He had watched countless hours of footage of girls squirming trying desperately not to soak their panties with urine or fill them with shit or both! But he had never seen anything in real life. “Real girls around my age just don’t wet themselves anymore, let alone shit themselves,” he thought with a sigh. So he wrote off Nina’s body language as wishful thinking and went back to focusing on his conversation with Harry. Harry was rambling. He could tell he was rambling by the way Calvin was zoning out, but he couldn’t help it. He had finished the soda he bought at the rest stop shortly after buying it in the first place and it had ran right through him. Rambling helped him take his mind off his need to pee. His leg bounced slightly, truly it was a wonder Calvin hadn’t noticed and made comment. “He probably is just sparing my feelings,” Harry thought, but his need was getting worse now and he had to resist the temptation to bring one hand down to hold himself. Talking with Calvin helped for a while but soon even that was not a sufficient distraction. Nina regretted having that coffee. Only after finishing it did she realize what that nagging feeling telling her she had forgotten something had been about. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before her dad barged into her room demanding she get in the car. Now all that coffee was filling her bladder and causing a stirring in her gut. She had made such a fuss about being too much of an adult for this trip. Between that and having already been the reason they were held up in the first place, she didn’t dare open her mouth to ask for another break. She pressed her thighs together tightly and adjusted herself in her chair under the guise of getting more comfortable in hopes of easing the pressure off her bladder. Another fifteen minutes passed and neither of the Johnson kids were in very good shape. Harry was now clenching his dick in one hand, applying pressure directly to the tip to prevent any from coming out and, as subtle as she was trying to be, even Nina had a hand in her crotch, although she was pretending it was just casually in her lap. Meanwhile Calvin, who was now certain that both Harry and Nina desperately needed to pee, was torn between feeling pity for his friend and arousal for his friend’s sister. He felt as if he couldn’t fully appreciate Nina’s desperation because of Harry’s. “Calvin you got to help me. I have to pee so bad but if I ask for a break my dad will be mad and I don’t know if I can make it anyway,” Harry finally admitted in a whisper. Calvin was almost shocked Harry would reveal that and once again felt torn between hoping they could stop so his friend could get relief and hoping they couldn’t so that Nina couldn’t. Suddenly he came up with an idea that both helped Harry and made things worse for Nina. Although not quite squirming yet, Nina’s need was starting to get serious. She had needed to tighten her grip on her crotch to prevent any potential leaks and now had crossed one leg over the other. The foot still on the ground was tapping anxiously as her bladder became more and more of a solid, warm weight in her abdomen. She had tried listening to music to help distract her but first “Umbrella” by Rihanna had come on and she had to hit skip because of all the rain talk. Then she had to skip again when “Singing in the Rain” popped up. When the sound of waterfalls came up, something she had added to her library for use when she had trouble sleeping, she had given up on the music and quickly yanked out her earbuds. She stared pointedly out the window, ignoring everyone else in the car to focus on her bladder and the slowly worsening stirring in her gut. Calvin bent down and rooted around the floor of the car in search of the discarded soda bottle that had gotten Harry into this mess in the first place. “Here just pee into this,” he said, passing the bottle to Harry. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill me,” Harry replied. “I’ll come up with a distraction” “Nina will point out what I’m doing.” “Trust me she won’t.” Harry looked at Calvin dubiously but having no other options he relented. Calvin suddenly leaned forward and said “Mrs. Johnson I love this song! Can you turn it up?” “Of course dear!” Mrs. Johnson sweetly replied, turning up the volume. Calvin then leaned back and nodded at Harry who quickly uncapped the bottle, whipped his dick out, and pointed it in the direction of the bottle opening. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released all the pent up urine from his aching bladder. Calvin’s music idea did the trick and Harry’s parents were unaware of his actions, but Nina was very much aware. Just as Calvin suspected she was speechless. She couldn’t help but stare as her brother pissed into the bottle and look at his euphoric, relaxed expression in envy. Watching him fill the bottle caused her bladder to briefly contract, a short spurt of pee forcing its way out of her to wet her panties a bit. She uncrossed her legs, the top leg was too close to her abdomen and had only been applying additional pressure to her already straining bladder, but she immediately dug both hands into her crotch to compensate. She became aware of eyes on her so she nervously turned her head to look at Harry and Calvin. By the time Nina had finished switching positions Harry had finished peeing, capped the bottle, and tucked himself back into his pants and boxers. But now he and Calvin could both see her in what was blatantly an attempt to hold back a full bladder. When Harry spotted her his mouth stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she would be fine but seeing her embarrassed reaction at having been caught so obviously desperate was enough to make him happy. Calvin, on the other hand, was enjoying this for an entirely different reason. He was thankful that Harry was focused on Nina because it gave him an opportunity to quickly adjust himself as he grew hard. Here was this gorgeous woman sandwiched next to him, so close their thighs were touching, and she had a full bladder. It was a fantasy come to life and although he knew their next scheduled stop was only about five minutes away and Nina would likely make it to the bathroom with nothing worse than damp panties, he still was ecstatic. Nina took solace in the fact that she recognized where they were on the highway. They had left suburbia far behind them and were surrounded by trees on either side. If she weren’t so distracted by her bursting bladder and increasingly full bowels she would admire the view. “Just five minutes until Dad usually stops for gas,” she chanted in her head like a mantra. Suddenly she noticed that the car was slowing down. She anxiously looked outside only to discover that the highway had backed up. A quick check of the clock revealed it was rush hour. Her father groaned in the front seat. “This is why we stick to the schedule!” he said throwing up his hands in frustration. Harry was giddy that her relief would be further delayed but his excitement could not hold a candle to Calvin’s. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just knowing she had to pee had been enough but this, seeing her bursting, was a blessing. Calvin didn’t know if videos would ever satisfy him again know that he had been this up close and personal with a super hot girl who looked on the verge of wetting herself. “She probably is going to have a decent sized wet patch by the time she gets out of the car and can go to the bathroom,” Calvin thought, his eyes bouncing back and forth between her distressed face and where her hands were still buried in her crotch. Nina was about to burst. With all the traffic they were moving a fraction of the speed they usually would, doing about twenty where they usually would be doing seventy. Although she would usually be mortified to result to such childish means of holding it, she bounced and squirmed around as much as she could in her seat considering she still had Calvin boxing her in one side and was confined by the seatbelt. Suddenly she got a bit more still, squirming in just one spot and hunched over instead of bouncing all over the seat. She felt a small bit leak out. Then a larger spurt. Calvin and Harry watched intently as Nina hunched over, both their gazes going towards her crotch. There was an audible hiss for a moment and then it was cut off. It started back up again, for longer this time, and this time a visible wet patch appeared around Nina’s hands before she could cut off the leak. “Nina’s pissing herself!” Harry gleefully announced. “What!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson both exclaimed at once. Mr. Johnson muttered “Jesus Christ,” under his breath, knowing he could do nothing and needed to keep his attention on the road, while Mrs. Johnson frantically felt around until she found a towel. She shoved it towards Nina saying “put this underneath you,” but Nina shook her head. “N...no I’m fine!” she insisted, in denial that she was about to piss herself, despite being nineteen years old, in front of her eighteen year old brother and his friend. Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes and shoved the towel into Calvin’s hands, nodding her head in Nina’s direction. Calvin nodded his understanding. “Lift up Nina,” he said lowly but firmly. Nina obediently lifted her butt off the seat so Calvin could shove the towel beneath her and then promptly sat back down. “Hang on the traffic has eased up,” Mr. Johnson said gruffly, as he quickly sped up in hopes of getting to the gas station before his daughter could embarrass herself any further. Unfortunately for Nina it was too late. With a whimper her bladder gave out and piss rushed out of her urethra, past her tired sphincter, to spray into her nice white panties and leggings. The wet patch quickly grew to Nina’s horror, Harry’s amusement, and Calvin’s pleasure. Her leggings went transparent and slightly yellow in a wide arc originating from her crotch and radiating outwards across her thighs. By the time her flow stopped, she had almost completely soaked the towel beneath her and had absolutely drenched her panties and leggings. It was absolutely unmistakable what she had done. “You can slow down now Dad, she already completely pissed herself,” Harry laughed as Nina trembled, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Calvin could not believe his luck. Soon afterward Mr. Johnson pulled into the gas station next to a pump. Immediately he turned and began to lecture Nina on how she was far too old to be behaving this way. She sat through the whole lecture head bowed in shame and when it was finally over he climbed out of the car to pump the gas and she reached for the door handle to leave. There were still her bowels to be taken care of. Now that she no longer had to worry about her bladder she was really realizing how badly she needed to relieve that as well. “You really want to go out there so everyone at the gas station can see you in your pissy pants?” Harry taunted her. “Harry, stop that!” his mother admonished but she then turned back to Nina. “He has a point though Nina. You should stay here. Honestly dear you are too old to be having accidents and frankly if you cannot hold it like a big girl then perhaps you should sit in your wet clothes as a lesson,” her mother concluded before turning back around. Calvin was dying. His dick was straining to be released and weeping precum into his boxers. Not only had one of the sexiest girls he had ever seen just pissed herself in front of him but she was going to sit in her wet clothes next to him for another hour or so at least! The fact it was poetic justice for his best friend was the cherry on top. “Can you let me out Harry? I want to run to the bathroom,” Calvin asked. “Sure dude,” Harry responded, climbing out of the car to let him out. As Calvin speed walked to the restrooms, he dimly heard Mrs. Johnson say, “see how the big kid lets people know beforehand he has to go so he doesn’t have an accident,”. Hearing the phrase only spurred him on more. The minute he got to the bathroom he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He leaned back against it, quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans and then shoved his hand down his boxers to get a grip on his achingly hard member. He moaned then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid thigh with his free hand as he began jacking himself off with the other. It didn’t take long before he was orgasming so hard he saw stars, his cum splattering on the floor of the gas station bathroom. He quickly pulled back up his underwear and pants, cleaned up his mess, washed his hands, and then went back to the car as if nothing had happened. So they got back onto the road. Everyone in the car assumed that Nina’s accident was the most excitement they were going to get on this car ride. Everyone except Nina who knew that the growing discomfort in her gut only spelled bad news. “Why the hell did I drink so much coffee when we got on the road?” she thought, internally cursing her past self. Her bowels were growing angry and impatient, ready to release a load she had been carrying since yesterday. “I should have gone before we left or even at that first rest stop, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!” she thought, incredibly self conscious. The pressure was slowly mounting and Nina was seriously concerned that she may not make it to the lake house and in her current state, in clothes soaked in her own piss, she definitely didn’t want to request another bathroom break. Calvin had been sneaking glances at Nina even more since she wet herself, which meant he was rather attuned to her body language. Initially he assumed her occasional shifting was because of the discomfort of wearing wet clothing but now he was starting to suspect a different culprit. “No- there is no way I am getting this lucky in one day,” he thought in disbelief as he began to notice subtle signs that Nina may just need to take a shit. The more time wore, on the more convinced Calvin became. Nina was rocking a little bit, her hand subconsciously rubbing her gut in an attempt to soothe it, and she was clearly clenching her lower body. There was no doubt about it, Nina desperately needed to go poop. It was only a matter of whether Calvin would get lucky enough to witness Nina have another accident or not. The pain and cramping in her abdomen was getting more intense and Nina could feel her load desperately trying to escape. She began to grind her ass back into the seat for additional pressure but each grind would result in some of the piss in the towel rising to the surface again. The constant reminder that she had just had an accident was not helping at all in her struggle to avoid another. Finally her father merged off the highway onto one of the small town roads and then soon after he merged to an even smaller road surrounded by trees on either side. The paving was rough and uneven, making for an equally rough ride, and each vibration was like a dagger in her gut. Nina could feel a bit starting to peek out of her straining hole and prayed that she could hold out just a little longer. Calvin couldn’t get enough of the show. Harry had decided to save up his material for teasing his sister and was giving her a break for now. He was staring out his window, but Calvin was transfixed. Every little sign of her desperation, from her clenched fists in her lap to her constant shifting in the seat, turned him on. He thought it couldn’t get any more perfect until suddenly it did. As he was watching Nina so intently he noticed her suddenly look out the window, face burning red. When his eyes shifted lower he saw she was leaned so her weight was resting on her window side hip and her ass was lifted off the seat. To the inattentive it may seem like she was simply leaning closer to the window but Calvin knew better. “No way. No way!” Calvin thought excitedly. Sure enough, a brown bulge was beginning to form in the back of Nina’s leggings. Nina could not believe it. Peeing herself had been bad enough but this was a whole new low. It felt like an out of body experience, like she was watching from above as she shifted her weight and felt log after log of shit force its way past her tired asshole and into her nice white panties. The flimsy things of course could hardly contain the massive mess Nina was filling them with so it didn’t take long for her shit to snake into the leggings themselves, staining the material brown and forming a bulge there. Harry recognized one of the landmarks outside his window and excitedly turned to announce “we’re only five minutes away now!” He stopped though when he saw Calvin’s expression. He then followed Calvin’s gaze to Nina, who was still shitting herself, and muttered a quiet “oh my god,” then, as he recovered from the shock announced far louder “Oh my god Nina is shitting herself!” Her parents were in disbelief. There was no way their college bound daughter was shitting herself in the backseat. So Mr. Johnson quickly pulled over, threw the car in neutral, and then he and his wife both turned around to see for themselves. Sure enough, Nina hadn’t quite finished yet and so they, as well as the rest of the car’s occupants, watched as the stain and bulge continued to grow for another couple minutes. When Nina finally stopped the car went silent. “Nina sit down,” her father finally said quietly. “But Dad...” she started, “I said sit down!” he interrupted her. She whimpered and nodded. She took a minute to gather herself and then obediently sat back down, wincing as doing so squished the mess against her and caused the stain to spread further. The rest of the ride was quiet as Nina stewed in her embarrassment, Harry texted his other friends about what had happened, their parents fumed and wondered how to deal with their daughter, and Calvin tried to will down his near painful erection. When they finally arrived at the house, the whole group climbed out of the car. While everyone else stretched their limbs, Nina fidgeted nervously, not quite knowing what to do until her parents unlocked the door to the house. Her father walked to the door and unlocked it then turned back to her. “Go get cleaned up,” he sighed. She nodded and scampered into the house. Calvin stared at her leggings, inspecting the damage as she went. The entire butt area of her white leggings were stained brown and the piss stains were a wide arc covering most of her thighs as well. “I can’t believe this! I am going to make sure she never forgets this!” Harry said triumphantly, clapping Calvin on the shoulder. “I certainly won’t forget,” Calvin thought, already thinking of how this would fit into his next masturbation session even as his friend walked with him into the house.
  7. desperation_fan

    WWE Omo Series

    Chapter One: A Prank You'll Liv To Regret For the last several weeks, Ruby Riott, Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan had been playing pranks on their fellow WWE Women's Superstars. Most recently, they had put itching powder in their opponents' panties before a ten-woman tag team match. Now, their opponents from that match, Sasha Banks, Bayley, Dana Brooke, Naomi and Becky Lynch, were seeking payback. Quietly, they snuck into the group's hotel room. It was three in the morning, Bayley and Naomi each carried a medium sized bowl of warm water. Sasha and Becky both had their phones out to record the prank. Dana was the lookout. Bayley and Sasha approached Liv's bed, while Naomi and Becky went for Ruby and Sarah, whose beds were adjacent to one another. Carefully, Bayley placed the bowl on the bed, next to the sleeping Liv. She noticed that this girl wasn't shy about her body, as she slept in only a pair of white panties. She very slowly began to move the pink-haired Superstar's arm, stopping when she involuntarily rolled on to her back. Bayley and Sasha smiled at each other, because Liv had rolled herself into the perfect position. Sasha began filming as Bayley placed Liv's hand in the bowl. Meanwhile, Dana and Naomi were having a more difficult time getting Ruby and Sarah in the right position. "Try to roll Ruby towards the edge of the bed," whispered Becky, who was waiting with her phone. Dana and Naomi attempted to drag the tattooed Superstar, but she was dead weight. "Ohmygawd!" Bayley whispered loudly. "It's actually working! She's totally gonna pee!" The others stopped working on Ruby and Sarah and gathered around Liv's bed. The skinny blonde with pink hair was squirming in her sleep. The hand that wasn't submerged in the bowl was now resting firmly between her tightly crossed legs. After about thirty seconds, her subconscious decided to give up the struggle. Her legs and hand, not to mention her bladder, relaxed. A few more seconds passed, then she sighed in relief as a wet spot began to form around her crotch. It spread, the bed sheet beneath her also becoming saturated in her urine. A relieved smile adorned her face as she rolled over, giving the other women a great view of her piss-soaked panties. They were so soaked, they had become see-through and now all the girls could see her perfectly round ass, as soaked as the underwear that barely covered it. "Ew!" whispered Dana, giggling. "That is so gross," said Naomi. Bayley and Becky nodded in agreement, as Sasha filmed it. All five women were smiling and giggling. "Look at Little Miss Pissy Pants!" said Becky, still trying to whisper. On the other side of the room, Sarah stirred. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up. She noticed the bowl of water on her bed and was confused. She rolled over and saw a crowd gathered around Liv's bed and snapped awake. "What the hell?!" Her outburst woke Ruby up as well. "Sarah, are you ok?" Sarah was already out of bed and going after the other women. "What the fuck are you doing in our room?!" Ruby was also out of bed. Like Liv, Ruby didn't wear a top to bed, but she did wear red sleep pants. Sarah was a little more conservative, wearing black shorts and an oversized gray t-shirt, but no bra. "What are doing to Liv?" demanded Ruby. "Us? We didn't do anything," said Sasha, a shit-eating grin on her face. "Really?" asked Sarah, angrily. "I think this says otherwise," she said, pointing at the bowl of water on her bed. Bayley smirked. "What goes around comes around." Sarah picked up the bowl and flung it at the other women. They all scattered, although some of the water splashed Dana's heels and the back of Naomi's pants. "Get the fuck out of here!" screamed Ruby. As the other five women took off, Liv opened her eyes, awakened by Sarah and Ruby's shouting. "Why is everyone being so loud?" she asked sleepily. She let out a loud yawn as she sat up. "Did someone spill something on my bed?" She looked down at her panties and saw the wet spot. Then she saw the bowl of water. "Wait a minute... did I...?" Sarah and Ruby looked away from her. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Who did this?!" Sarah put a hand on Liv's shoulder. "It was a group of bitches who are going to pay for this." Liv walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up, but stopped and turned back towards Ruby and Sarah, an evil gleam in her eyes. "Where do we start?" To be continued...
  8. As I mentioned as part of the discussion in this post (https://omorashi.org/topic/25110-ultrasound-this-thursday/), I had an regular scheduled ultrasound on Thursday this past week. This is a normal check up procedure, I do these about once a year, ever since I had Botox injections to deal with my UI issues (I've had this done twice now, and it is a relatively new procedure, so they keep tabs on things). I've had many of these ultrasounds over the years, and have had a range of experiences with them. At my first ultrasound as a high school student (investigating the causes of my IU and bedwetting troubles), I had a very public accident, which I've shared with the community here (https://omorashi.org/topic/2645-ultrasound-disaster/). While at the time this was horrible at the time, I have found myself reliving it in my head and it has become a very erotic experience for me now. Basically just the thought of the experience get my heart racing and my lady parts wet. This is basically one of my go to experiences for when I need to get turned on fast (and being a busy grad student this is enough that I have been thinking about it more often than not). It was a long time ago and I worry that the feelings have perhaps faded, and also that at the time my teenage self was too panicking and emotionally upset to savour the other feelings going on. Thinking about my upcoming ultrasound, I kept thinking about my first disastrous one, and would get excited. This led me to consider perhaps trying to replicate this first exam, or at least take advantage of a rare desperation-inducing situation. I should say that I've had at least 6 of these ultrasounds in my life and this upcoming test was purely a check up. I haven't had any complaints and there haven't been any problems with my previous tests, so I was not worried about messing up any legitimate medical investigations. The general rule at my UK urologist is that they run a flow test and an ultrasound every time you go in. As a note, these tests usually entail an ultrasound only, but in the UK, they usually add a flow test, just because it's easy to do after the ultrasound. For the flow test you basically sit on a special toilet with monitors, which detects your flow of urine, to see if it is consistent. I understand that if you have a weak flow or stop and start, this can indicate an obstruction, or other problems (prostate issues in men for example). I've done a few checkups where I did not do the ultrasound, and was not scheduled to do either, but they asked me if I would do a flow test all the same, and I usually did, coaxing out some urine if I didn't have to go. As a result, I developed the habit of arriving at all my appointments with a pretty full bladder out of practice. And again, after probably 6 or 7 appointments and flow tests, they haven't found anything out of the ordinary (which is consistent with my diagnosis of mild mixed UI). For an ultrasound, you are requested to arrive at the hospital with a 'comfortably full bladder' and are usually instructed to drink two pints of water at least an hour before the test to ensure this. They pull down the waistband of your pants (and have you undo the button and zipper), put (usually very cold) jelly on your belly over your bladder, and press an ultrasound wand thing across the jelly until they get a good clear image. They then have you empty your bladder (doing the flow test), and then scan again, looking to measure the residual. If you have too much in there, they might ask you to try to empty your bladder again. On my first test, they also did an ultrasound of my kidneys and this was repeated my first visit in the UK. My bladder issues growing up and past experiences with these kinds of tests have led me to take some precautions around ultrasounds. Now the technician can see the waistband of your underwear, and when I was still a teen I was way too embarrassed to have the technician see my panties, let alone the waistband of a pullup/Goodnite, which is what I should have been wearing under my clothes for this (or which would have been recommended). As a result, I usually wore the biggest maxi-pad I could find, an overnight one with the big part on the bottom, which would catch any leaks or drips and be invisible to the technician. Also, and I didn't know you could do this (but of course you can), but if you tell the receptionist you are bursting to wee (and yes I screwed up the courage to do this once, not for an ultrasound but for a flow test), their first response is to ask you is you can use the washroom but only let out a little bit. This is an option for some, but for me it is not, I have a lot of trouble stopping after I start peeing. I have been practicing, but if I was desperate enough to ask the receptionist to pee before my appointment (being generally very shy about these things), there would be no way I would be able to stop after letting out a little bit. If you ask they might try to see you sooner, but there are generally a waiting list with an order and cue jumping in this case isn't an option. My clinic has a little video screen which tells you how late they are running behind, and they are almost always 30 minutes behind (the doctors are very good and spend lots of time answering all your questions, which is very nice but leads to backlogs). They have recently added a sign which says something like if you are not seen 40 minutes after you were supposed to be, then see the receptionist. I think this a partly to re-schedule, but partly also to check on full bladders. This is the UK after all and people are not really open about these things, so maybe they have the sign as a nice starting conversation about bladder situations with patients. So like I said, when I was younger I wore thick pads to all subsequent tests and drank much less water. My small bladder with OAB symptoms was not really up to the job of holding 2 pints, ever. When I was older, and more comfortable with things and mature (and also a little naughty), I I would comfortably wear a pullup to my ultrasound (not a Goodnite as this was too childish, but usually something like a Tena pullup, discreet or otherwise). I wore one to my more recent here in the UK. The technician clearly saw the top of a Tena pullup (rolled down to minimize visibility). This was necessary because even if I did my fluids correctly, the pressing of the wand-thing and the cold jelly would often cause me to leak a little, and normal incontinence pads (like maxi pads) don't work as well laying down on a bed, the liquid tends to run down your bum and skip the pad all together, and get into your panties and pants. The last test I had were I wore my Tena pullup, I had a nice 50 something British lady pulled down the waistband of my pants, and tucked in the small cloth they use to keep your pants free from the gel, and I got a pretty big exhibitionistic rush. She didn't have any reaction (this time around the pullup caught a little squirt when the put the cold probe on my belly, so one point for pre-planning). I still got rather excited by the thing, I suppose medical procedures, apart from say changing rooms (and random one night stands), are one of the few times a stranger sees your underwear. At least for me, and this was rather exciting knowing that she knew that I was wearing a diaper. For my test last week, I contemplated wearing a pullup again, though I didn't think I really needed one, as my UI problems have been non-existent this past while, and I could easily get the correct amount of fluids. Also, it had been done, the only real sort of way to build on the previous test would be to perhaps wear a Goodnite, or maybe even a proper, overnight diaper. But this seemed heavy handed and not quite what I was aiming for. It was after all a very short rush with none of the protracted agony and humiliation which comes from a wetting accident. This very long pre-amble is to say that I wanted to go to my test without any protection. But this was not too much of a challenge, as I was probably ready to do this anyhow. I would probably have slipped a pad into my panties, brought my usual spare pair in my purse (in a plastic bag, a long force of habit, which comes in use), and go from there. However, this would not really help me relive my youthful accident. Not to belabour this introduction, but I had been reading the discussion on rapid desperation (https://omorashi.org/topic/755-an-experiment-in-rapid-desperation/) and was keen to try it out. I decided therefore to combine the rapid desperation with an unprotected visit to my urologist with a full/filling bladder for my ultrasound. My test was at 3:00 pm on Thursday at the hospital, which is about a 20 minute cycle from my department (where I would be teaching and in meetings during the morning). Before the fateful day, I read up on the rapid desperation method, but I didn't practice, I thought about it, but I wanted to just see what would happen, and practicing/testing it out, seemed to be cheating, or rather would let me know what was going to happen, and so take away all the 'fun'. _________________________________________________________________ On the day of my test, I woke up early, went to the bathroom immediately (out of necessity) around 8:30am and had a cup of tea, my usual morning routine. My fiancé was out the door by about 9:00 am, having gotten up before me. He was heading off to his department for an early morning something (I was too wrapped up in my upcoming test to remember exactly what it was). I then began the practice of drinking small amounts of water, 300 ml every 15 minutes, and going to the bathroom as soon as I felt the urge. I am glad that we have our new place (I don't know if I told people on here, but I moved in with my fiancé, it made financial sense and otherwise we didn't get to see each other very much). Our new place has its own washroom, a huge improvement from my former student accommodation where I had to go down three flights of stairs to pee, a massive pain. Still in my PJs (t-shirt and baby-blue fleece PJ bottoms with panties and fuzzy socks for those who care) I set about answering e-mails, sipping tea and peeing whenever I felt the need. This went on for about an hour. I slipped into a pullup (Tena Discreet) before changing for work, just in case I felt the need to pee during my cycle to work. I wore this under my panties so it would be easier to change. We had a shot discussion about what to wear on my 'teaser post' and I had trouble making up my mind while I was waiting to change. I slipped into a regular pair of white cotton panties (with coloured purple trim, something cheap from the shops), and took a little while to make up my mind. I had a hard time making up my mind, but in the end settled for a lighter pair of jeans. They were not too dark so as to hid an accident, but not too light so as to make it totally obvious. They were also rather thick, not the stretchy thin jeans people have, but proper denim. This made it a little harder to cycle, but I've done it loads of time and the jeans may my bum look fantastic (at least to me and my fiancé). I chose a professional looking blouse to go on top, and also put on a big cozy hoodie which I often wear cycling and which is big enough to cover up a possible accident if worn around the waist. I wore comfortable walking shoes (flats). I decided against a purse and a bag, as it would be clumsy, so I put everything into my backpack. Inside I packed a spare pair of pants (tight yoga-style pants which I usually work out in and which pack small), as a precaution. I wasn't sure what might happen and if I did have an accident, I was not prepared to cycle all the way home in wet, obvious, jeans. I also slipped in a spare pair of panties (similarly white, from my rather simple panty drawer), and socks, just in case. I also packed a couple of things which I would need to school, some reading material for the wait (a couple of journals and a glossy magazine), a water bottle (about 1 litre), and I also brought along a 2 litre jug of mango juice. I was using this to hydrate during the morning, and it was about half empty. Before I left I added water as I find the juice way too sweet, albeit delicious. I also packed a small snack, though I really couldn't think about food at this stage, my heart was pounding just packing up. Packing and pre-planning for a possible accident was also getting me a little aroused, I noticed I was rather wet on one of my many toilet visits (there was a good little slippery patch on the crotch of my pullup, and I was very sticky). I went pee right before I left home and then headed off at about 10:15. While at first it took my body a good 40 minutes to fill up y bladder, by the time I left home I had peed about 4 times. Not always peeing very much, but sticking to the rapid desperation routine. By the time I left home, after having done the rapid desperation pre-drinking and peeing component, I was peeing every 20 minutes or fewer. It turns out I didn't need the pullup on my cycle, biking in the usual traffic took my mind off of my bladder, it's also hard to pee in a diaper while cycling. I arrived at my department around 10:45 am, with just enough time for a much needed bathroom visit before my only class of the day. I peed and removed my pullup. Even though it wasn't wet. In these cases in the past I would usually sit on the toilet and wet the pullup just so I don't feel as though it's going to waste, but in this case I was too distracted. It was not re-useable because of the bunching which occurs from riding a bike in a diaper and the already significant sticky patch. Did I mention I was very excited at this point? My arousal had somewhat decreased as I prepared myself mentally for my class and also while cycling, but I was still pretty wet. I tore off the sides of the pullup and binned it. My schedule for the day was as follows. I was teaching a class from 11:00 am to 12:30 noon, not so much a class as a graduate seminar, a small discussion group with about 10 to 12 masters students (depending on turn out), I then had a department lunch meeting from 1:00 to 2:00 pm after which I would have the remaining hour and a half to make my way to the hospital for my test. My plan was to continue to drink mango juice regularly and pee as often as I could between 11:00 and 1:00 pm, and then pee for the last time at 1:00 starting to hold it until my test. This would give me 2 hours of holding, which according to those who have done the rapid desperation experiment, is pretty hard/boarding on impossible to do. The seminar was a discussion as I mentioned, and I excused myself twice in order use the rest room: I was filling up quickly and drinking mango juice constantly, and I excused myself from the discussion once at 11:20 because it seemed like a good pause in the seminar, and again at 12:05, because I was getting very uncomfortable. At the end of the seminar I hurried to the washroom once more, this time at about an uncomfortable 6 or 7. I had finished the mango juice by then and picked up my water bottle in the graduate office (where I had left my bag), grabbed a quick snack, checked my e-mails for a couple of minutes and then went to the bathroom one last time before heading off to the department meeting. I noticed the unused pullup in the bottom of the trash when I did, and I had a momentary thought of regret, for not having kept it on. At exactly 5 minutes to 1:00 I peed for the last time before my test. From 1:00 until 2:00 I sat in the meeting. This wasn't the sort of meeting you excused yourself from. I did still continue to sip water, at least for the first 30 minutes, but then I stopped realizing my rapidly increasing level of desperation. I tried to focus on the meeting, but generally was too distracted by my upcoming appointment and my rapidly filling bladder. I became acutely aware of my body and had the feeling as though everyone was watching me. I could feel the skin on my inner thigh rub against my rough jeans, the slight lingering moistness between my legs, my feet somewhat uncomfortably curled in my shoes. I had a couple of bladder spasms around three quarters of the way into the meeting when I contemplated going to the bathroom for one last time. Surely if my bladder could fill up this fast in just 30 minutes, I could go and still be bursting for my ultrasound. I mulled over these options but stood firm in my decisions not to use the loo. I sat there in increasing desperation, and by the time the meeting was over (a little before 2:00 pm thankfully, like 1:50 pm), I was pretty desperate, probably an 8 on the 10 scale. As the meeting wrapped up there was the usual post meeting chit chat, and I tried to get away as quickly as possible. I was approaching the point of hopping about and needing to cross my legs awkwardly and I did not want my department colleagues to see me doing this. I excused myself from a conversation and then a second. In the third one of the grad students in a year after me commented that I seemed a little distracted (which I was but I was a little disappointed that it showed), and I made an excuse and quickly headed to collect my bag. On the way down the hall I filled up my water bottle which was about half empty at this point. I also grabbed a random bottle of water I had in my desk from a conference a while back and tossed that into my backpack. I know, what is a girl who is an 8 on the desperation scale with a 20 minute cycle ahead of her and at least 40 minutes (more like an hour) until her ultrasound doing getting more water? I was feeling reckless and moving about quickly was reducing my urgency, and well reckless and wild abandon! I quickly left the building, unlocked my bike and headed off to the hospital. The bike ride was uneventful, though I had occasional twinges and sharp feelings in my bladder as I went over bumps. I put my full concentration into peddling and traffic and arrive at the hospital still at an 8. I was surprised. I had no problem finding the bike racks this time, and right before going in to the hospital I chugged an entire last bottle of water. I wasn't really planning on drinking more water at this point, but I was feeling pretty desperate, an 8.5 to 9 on the scale. This was my sort of way of guaranteeing that I would not back out I suppose, or a moment of panic resulting from a lull in the feelings of urgency, resulting in my thinking that I was going to all this trouble (and increasing pain), and that I might still make it. I think this as hubris on my part, but I chugged the entire bottle of water before heading in to navigate the labyrinth of the hospital. I checked in at the desk in the usual way, and was sent over to the waiting area, which is overlooked by the reception desk. To the right of the desk is a video screen with little messages (including how late they are running), the waiting room is open plan with seats along the wall in a U shape and more seats in the middle of the U. I sat down in the middle of the bottom of the U after checking in. The hallway to the appointment rooms is also to the right of the reception desk and it leads down a hall, immediately to the right upon passing the reception desk is the usual bathroom that I use, inside they have the things to do a flow test. There is another bathroom before you enter the waiting room which is the one they send you to if you need to 'release a little pressure.' When I arrived there was three other groups, an old gentleman with his wife on the left-hand side (of myself sitting down), and elderly later on the middle chair island) and another elderly gentleman on the right. The seats were vinyl covered padded chairs, some with arms, others without. I sat down and started to read my magazine. I was already very desperate, a 9.5 at this point, but I could easily hold it for a little while, maybe a maximum of 20 minutes, this was a little worrisome because I arrived at about 2:20, and I still had 40 minutes to go before my appointment. I started to get nervous, a little bit of cold sweat formed on my forehead. I felt closed off and did not make any eye contact with any of the other people in the waiting room. I sat there trying to read my magazine. The elderly couple was called, and then the lady. Then another younger man, about 30 came and sat down and was also called. There looked like there were two nurses, and some of the people were quick others much slower. The gentleman beside me was there for a while, but eventually called as well. To be replaced with another middle-aged gentleman. I didn't really pay attention to the people around me, I was too caught up in my own agony and desperation. At this stage I had firmly crossed my legs, squeezing and double crossing them together as much as I could. The thick denim of my jeans was making it hard to press them together as tightly as I would have liked (and as my bladder demanded). I don't recall all the movements of all the people in the waiting room, but I do remember, towards the end, trying to figure out who was going to be called next, and whether it would be me, and how long I had. I also didn't want too many people to see me in my state or to strike up a conversation, not that British people would ever do this, ever! I looked at my phone, which I then tucked into my bike bag, at about 2:30 pm and lost hope. I had initially thought I could hold on until the test at which point I might have an accident on the way to the ultrasound in the dimly lit privacy of the hall way outside of the check up rooms, or perhaps, like my first ultrasound, leak during the test itself, or on the way to the bathroom after the test for the flow test (it usually takes the nurses a few seconds to calibrate the machine, so you a have to stand there, toilet in sight waiting for a good minute while they do this, a point at which I almost always lose a few drops). But at this state I was too desperate and was in considerable pain, I wasn't going to make it to the test itself. I wasn't going to even be able to stand up at this point. I was at a 10 on the scale, but still managing to hold on. This was when I started feeling pain, cramping pain in my kidneys, and I got worried. I am familiar with water poisoning, and know that you can damage your kidneys from holding it too long. Usually my bladder would spasm and I would leak well before this point ever occurred, but whatever it was, be it the group of people around me, my double-crossed legs, or sudden bladder shyness, I wasn't leaking, but holding on, and in increasing pain. I don't know the time exactly, it must have been maybe 2 minutes after I checked my phone, but time was doing that strange thing it does when you really have to pee. I didn't exactly leak, but I knew I was going to have to let some pressure out, and I was worried I was going to do some permanent damage. It wasn't exactly a controlled release, because I'm not good at those, but we could call it a momentary relaxation resulting in a small accident. After putting my phone into my bag, I put my magazine into my lap and let out a little bit of pee. Nothing was visible, but I quickly realized that I would have to put something more significant into my lap soon. I was feeling pain in my sides and stomach at this stage. The feeling of pressure on my sphincter was unbearable, a sharp acute pressure, not like the dull sort of full pressure which you get on a normal hold. I felt like rather than being a round balloon, that my bladder was a narrow zeppelin, with all of the pressure pushing against my pee hole. I stole a peek under the magazine while turning pages, and didn't see any damage on my jeans. My underwear felt a little wet but in that warm post-leak kind of way. The leak must have been small enough to either have been absorbed by the gusset of my panties, or my legs were tight enough together that the pee travelled down to my bum. A problem which I would have to deal with when I stood up, but a problem which I could likely solve by covering up with my hoodie. Thinking along these lines and with the magazine still strategically covering my lap, I removed my hoodie and put it on the seat next to me on the left. The east on my right at this point was occupied by an elderly gentleman in a baseball cap who may have been actively avoiding looking at me. I read some more, the magazine in my lap, and held my legs together, the leg crossing not seeming to cut it. This must have lasted for a good few minutes, but it was clear that I needed to try something more discreet. I also felt like I was going to lose control at any moment. I retrieved my hoodie from the chair beside me, put it in my lap, and arranged it to cover everything. At this stage I was wiggling my foot desperately, but otherwise not moving about too much, my legs pressed firmly together. I carefully folded my hoodie to ensure that it covered my entire crotch and also that none of it was between my thighs,... just in case. With my hoodie in my lap I tried to hold myself. This was a last desperate move, which was probably ill thought out, as it would have involved pressing the fabric of my jeans into the wet gusset of my panties, and would certainly result in a visible wet spot on my jeans. But I had to try, there was no way I was going to make the nest 20 minutes (or so the clock indicated). Amazingly the running late notice indicated that they were only running 5 minutes late, so I got very lucky, as another hour would have been completely unmanageable. I tried to jam my hand between my legs, but it didn't seem to help. The denim was too thick to allow me to maneuver my fingers between my labia and pres where it desperately needed to be pressed. I 'disreetly' kept my right hand under my hoodie moving my fingers about trying to find a good way to hold myself. It must have looked pretty obvious to the 5 people in the waiting room, but I told myself they were not looking, or I was past the point of caring. The hand wasn't working. I let out another spurt, this one completely involuntary. Then another, and another. Each lasting for about 1 or 2 seconds, but coming in quick succession. At this stage due to the placement of my hand (still between my legs), and perhaps the force of the spurts, the pee went upwards into the crotch of my jeans. I felt my hand get wet, and the warm hard feeling of wet denim. I peeked under my hoodie and magazine (now forgotten) and saw a considerable wet patch on the crotch of my jeans. Bigger than a full hand and spread evenly between both thighs. I quickly replaced the edge of my hoodie. I could only imagine how bad my bum was, as when sitting pee usually pools towards the bum as you will all know. When I would be called I would have to stand up and there would be a moment when I was going to tie the hoodie around my waist when all of my neighbours would see my accident (as I couldn't do this and cover my front at the same time). I momentarily considered this, but it would not be the first time I've used a sweatshirt to cover up an accident, and I thought I might be able to use my bag to shield myself in the front for cover. I couldn't think about this for long, because soon I was concentrating 100% on stopping from losing control completely. I ceased efforts to hold myself, though I still had a hand under the hoodie and my foot was now wiggling uncontrollably. I was still in pain and very much worried I would not make it. I could not stand up and talk to the receptionist (not that I would at this stage as it was clearly too late) without revealing my accident to everyone. I simply sat there very uncomfortably and wiggled. I also worried that standing might lead to a fatal cascade. I looked at the receptionist, who was busy on the phone, but I could have sworn I saw her glance over in my direction. She was a 30 something woman with brown hair I think. I spent a little longer staring at her with what must have been a forlorn look on my face. While I was almost completely oblivious to the goings on around me, I did notice her, she was off her phone a moment later and when the next nurse came in to call the next person they had a short and hushed conversation. They were too far for me to see anything, but they both glanced my way. When they did I hurriedly looked back at my magazine. At this stage I had been too distracted by my pressing need and quickly approaching bathroom accident to be embarrassed. It was all business, and the only thing I recall being aware of, was not being aware of the people around me. I would occasionally look about, trying to see when I might be called or trying to get a good description for you all (I do aim to please), but none of this was really registering. But now I felt myself blush lightly. The nurses were clearly discussing the desperate 28 year old clearly holding herself and wiggling uncontrollably in the waiting room. My heart raced and mind scrambled. I thought it might be worth the embarrassment if they called me sooner. I half expected the receptionist to walk over to me to ask if I was alright, or to be called next. At 2:45 pm most of the people who had been there when I arrived had been called and I was optimistic that I might get seen earlier. When finally the younger gentleman who came in while I was there and was seen left, and I anticipated being seen next. But it was not to be. Next up another elderly gentleman nearby and I was in agony. I left out another significant 2 or three second spurt, which seemed to do nothing to relieve the pressure, but did make the wet spot on my jeans more pronounced. I tried to reach a hand under my bum to feel for damage but I could feel nothing, thought I was unable to get my fingers too far under, at least nothing was visible from the sides. I was now fully committed. Not that I hadn't been the second I took my last washroom visit. My jeans were wet and there was no way to get up without revealing that to the whole group on the waiting room, and making the problem worse. I knew my appointment was approaching, it must have been 2:50 pm, and so at this stage I stuffed my magazine into my bag, as there was no chance I could read or follow it, I was too agitated. The thought briefly crossed my mind that if I wasn't seen at exactly 3:00 pm I might have a spectacular seated accident here in the waiting room. I panicked a little at the thought, my heart pounding, cold sweat appeared on my forehead and I blushed some more. I may have been shivering at this point, and I was close approaching the point of completely giving up and having a full accident right then and there. Should I make a mad dash to the receptionist and ask to use the washroom? The thought of me standing up at the reception desk where everyone could see me and wetting myself made my heart beat even faster Finally, and it must have been exactly 3:00, or very close to it, a middle aged female (45-ish) nurse in light scrubs with dark East Indian skin and long black hair, came to the edge of the end reception desk under the video screen. I'd seen here several times as she came out for patients. She called my name. I sort of waved with the hand that wasn't between my legs, feebly pressing the wet denim of my jeans into my vagina, and began gathering my things. I gave up on tying my hoodie around my waist to cover my accident from behind. It didn't really have full use of both of my hands and it was shaking at this point, and didn't think I would be able to do it. So clutching my bag and hoodie in front of me, so that the nurse and receptionist could not see the accident, I headed over to her. I'm sure everyone in the hall and in the waiting room (which at this stage was probably three other people), could easily see the wet patch on my bum, but I didn't look back. I don't think I felt myself holding it as I walked down the hall, but I don't think I leaked more at this stage, my body must have been in the pre-massive accident mode where it's actually harder to pee. I walked as quickly as I could, and was a little surprised that I wasn't peeing uncontrollably at this point. The nurse asked me how I was doing and I said "ok but that I really had to pee." I heard my voice sound weak and unconvincing. The walk to the examination room wasn't too far and was relatively strait. The nurse remained in front of me, guiding me down the hall, past a hallway on my left which was rather dark, and to a darkly lit examination room with a bed with cloth sheets in the middle. In the examination room I put down my hoodie and bag and she said, upon noticing either my wet bum or crotch, something like: "you've already had a little accident." Or "you've already gone a little bit." Not these words exactly but similar, in a very soothing and understanding way. I don't remember if I responded, I think I may have apologized. My face was burning at this point and I was incredibly thankful for the darkness of the room. I was also shaking. Still managing to hold on. Feeling very meek and embarrassed I climbed onto the bed an lay down. I had already undone my pants knowing the procedure and hoping to expedite things. The nurse tucked the little piece of paper into my waistband (to keep my pants dry, though that boat had long sailed). My whole body was trembling and I tried to hold my legs together. I think I may have re-iterated that I was sorry and that I really had to go pee. My bladder felt like it was going to explode, and I don't remember completely losing control before or after she applied the jelly, or if I was peeing the second I lay down on the best. The nurse put on the jelly, which to my surprise was actually very warm, they must have invented jelly warmers since my last test, as I recall the jelly being very cold. My bladder felt like an cannon ball in my lower abdomen. As she put down the ultrasound rod on my belly. She must have felt how hard it was, because she asked if I could use the washroom the let out a little pressure. To which I responded in a voice higher than normal and approaching panic level, "no I'm already going." And I was, I was wetting myself at this point. I don't know how much I was peeing, but I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to, it just came out. I wasn't the flood gates as one would expect, it was that very tortuous stream which you sometimes get when you've been holding it too long. When your sphincter is still trying to hold on but the pee gets out anyhow, not when it fully opens. She must have acted very fast, because within a couple of second she said she was done, and that I could now use the washroom. This was abnormally quick and she must have done the bare minimum knowing my predicament. Still wetting myself, I got up off the bed, and spent a second wiping the jelly off my belly, and doing up my pants only got the zipper up, the button was not going to happen, I was too swollen and my hands were shaking too much. Doing this, I remember touching my bladder and feeling it as a rock hard ball in my lower abdomen. I did up my pants and stood up and she directed me out the door to the nearest washroom which was supposed to be directly down the hall, the on on the immediate right after passing down the hall from the reception desk. At this stage I was half holding myself, half using my hand to shield the wet patch on the crotch of my pants. She tried the door to the washroom only to find it lock. "This one must be occupied" she said and then told me I could use the one at the end of the hall near the start of the waiting room. You could see the light coming from under the crack in the door and the very apologetic but business-like tone in the nurses voice. I am not making this up, it was like out of some omorashi fantasy story. I didn't think or stop moving, but powered on down the hall, walking as fast as I could walking without running. I literally ran down the hallway, while wetting my pants freely, rushing past the waiting room nurses, the receptionist for the ultrasound area, and into the washroom. I kept my eyes down and both hands firmly in my crotch. Without locking the door I yanked down my pants and underwear. I was in mid-stream and there was a nice wet patch all over the front of my pants, but not running all the way to the ground, which at the time surprised me, though on reflection, I suppose that had done most of my wetting while laying down on the ultrasound bed/chair. Later upon inspection, I saw a similar nice round even wet patch on the bum of my pants. I peed into the toilet for longer than a minute and a half. I could feel the rock hard roundness of my bladder while peeing, and could see the pee dripping from my underwear, which were around my ankles, and into my pants the entire time I was peeing. A sure sign of the wetness of my underwear. They were glistening wet, with wetness running all over the bum and up the front. My pee was very clear. My stream very thin and intense. I peed for longer than I've ever peed in my whole life, it must have been longer than 1 minute and a half. The pee hissed out of me like an angry serpent. And I felt my entire lower body gradually relaxing, like I had been planking for 5 minutes and finally stopped. After finishing peeing, I spent a few moment to let my heart stop pounding, locked the door which I had forgotten to do, and inspected the damage. Apart from perfect even wet patches running all over the crotch of my pants to about the knees, my panties were soaked and there was a small puddle on the floor in front of the toilet from where the pee had dripped through my pants onto the floor. I took off my shoes and pants and underwear, and made an attempt to dry both of these off with the paper towel which was in the room. My socks and shoes were dry. Like I said the peed did not run all the way down my legs. I spent the next, probably 8 minutes or more, cleaning the room and slowly applying dry compresses of paper towel to my panties and pants. I twisted my panties into a little ball with some paper towel and wrung them out. All this time I was all business, focused on cleaning up my accident and somehow making the massive wet patch on my pants disappear so I could hurry back to the examination room. I was shaking slightly, though not crying or sobbing. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I did not appear to be making much progress. I also spent a few moments to dry off my legs which were pretty wet as well. After what must have been 12 or 15 minutes, I paced about in my socks, like a trapped incontinent tiger in the zoo. I cracked the door a tiny bit and I peeked out the door to see if anyone was out there waiting for me. They were not. I could not see the waiting room, but everything seemed petty normal at the reception desk. I could not see my nurse, who I fully expected to see speaking with the receptionists. I had not seen her follow me out. I contemplated using the help button (those little strings and buttons they have in hospital washrooms) to get help and a dry pair of pants, but I thought this wasn't quite the emergency for which the button as created. After pacing about for a while, and building up my courage, and after several additional attempts to dry my pants with paper towel, I got ready to leave. I noticed that I had taken so long in my attempts to cover up my accident, that my bladder was almost full again (the rapid desperation really works!), and so before heading back to the ultrasound, I peed again, a large amount. Knowing that if I did not, I would be sent back to 'try again' and this would only increase the number of people that would see that I had had a spectacular accident in my pants. After it was clear that no one was coming to get me, and that I would have to chance the outside world in my wet pants. I put them back on, without my panties, which I balled up in my hand. And I opened the door. I don't remember looking around at anyone. Face burning, I walked purposefully down the hall, past the waiting room which had once again about 4-5 people in it, past the receptionist, down the dark hall and back to the room. The room was still dark, and the nurse was not there. Instead she entered just behind me, taking me a little off guard, while I was sticking my wet underwear into my bag. Not having time, I left them under my hoodie, which I had apparently left on a chair. I have no recollection of doing this however. She said something like: 'I saw you earlier but there were people before you.' A semi-apology for not seeing me sooner despite my clear desperate state. This made me blush, as I then knew she had been watching my desperate struggle in the waiting room. I apologized, but before I could say more, she pointed to the cupboard behind the chair where I left my bag and hoodie, and said: 'I got you something to wear, I wasn't sure your size so I have a small and a medium.' To which I apologized profusely and thank her for her thoughtfulness. I hadn't even thought about this. While I was cleaning up, she must have called someone, or gone and fetched a spare pair of pants for me to wear. Knowing that someone was thinking about my accident in this way now gets me very aroused, as this is not the usual reaction one gets from accidents, its more the reaction that you got when you were a child, where you parents were getting your backup pants out of the car while you cried in the washroom, oblivious. I was still shaking ever so slightly and felt warm all over. I noticed that she had also placed a reusable waterproof absorbent blue pad on the bum part of the bed. I was a little unsure of what would happen next, I was still standing there in my very wet pants. I didn't look like she was going to give me the chance to change into the scrubs which she had gotten for me. And I was invited to get back up on the table, still wearing my wet pants. I made some comment about miss-judging my fluids but she didn't say very much else, perhaps something comforting, but I don't recall, my face was so hot that I had ringing in my ears. I had forgotten to undo my pants, and fumbled with the button and zipper. She must have noticed the absence of my panties, which were not the low-riding kind, and the upper shaved portion of y mons. At that moment I realized what was more humiliating than having a technician see the waistband of your diaper... but rather knowing that your wet panties were balled up on the chair and that you had wet them. She put the warm jelly on my belly, which elicited a comment from me about how it was warm, and that I wasn't expecting that. I was so embarrassed I was babbling at this point, not a usual reaction for me, as I'm usually very shy and simply get quieter. She responded with something like yes. I also mentioned that I had peed a second time, because I had felt full again, and she said that this was good. She spent a long time on my bladder, and even longer on each of my kidney's. Compared to her first scan, she took a good 5 minutes (or so it seemed) on each kidney, probably longer. I didn't think the kidney's were going to be necessary, but perhaps in all the excitement she didn't notice that instruction, or perhaps my previous test the technician hadn't bothered. During this time I asked her whether she noticed anything, to which she said that the report would be made to me by my doctor and that she wasn't in a position to say anything. At this stage I was worried about my kidney's which were feeling a little tender. Something I told her as she prodded one for a good 5 minutes. I was still laying there in my wet pants, on each side and on my back while she ran the scan. When she was done, she once again wiped off the jelly and gave me a paper towel to wipe off any more. She told me we were all done and that I could change, and she got up to leave the room. I thanked her again for her thoughtfulness and then asked her her name, thanking her by name. I intended to remember what she said, but I can't for the life of me remember what her name was. I was in a daze. Ears and face burning. My entire body blushing. I stood there, having risen from the bed once I'd wiped off the jelly. I stood for a couple of moments to regain my composure. I couldn't believe what had happened. All the people who had seen me in my wet pants, my accident, everything. After a while I then set about changing. I took off my shoes and wet (and now cold) pants, and tried on the first pair of scrub pants, the smalls. These were too small, I probably could have worn them but then I would have been flashing a camel toe to the world, and it would have been a rather damp camel toe at that. Also it would have been painfully evident that I was not wearing panties. So I balled them up and left them on the absorbent mat on the bed, and tried on the medium. While doing so I noticed that the mat had two wet spots where the wetter part of my pants had rested on the bed while she ran the second round of tests. I rolled the waterproof mat back and saw that there was a somewhat bigger double wet patch on the sheets under this where my accident had clearly dripped through from the first round of the test. I had not forgotten about my spare pants in my bag, or even my spare panties in the ziplock baggie, but I decided against all of these. I was committed and being someone who had come not planning on having an accident, I felt like I should leave like someone who had had just that. After pulling on the scrubs I took a quick picture of this wet spot on the bed with my phone. I then made sure the pad was back in the middle of the bed, and slowly set about gathering my things. In addition to the two pairs of scrub pants there was also a cloth bag/pillow case which I wasn't sure what it was for. Perhaps to put all the wet things into after I left? I think in hindsight it could have perhaps been for my wet clothes, though this seems like the wrong thing for this (as a plastic bag would be better). I washed my hands in the little sink. I was careful to ball up my pants in such a way as to avoid getting my other things wet. I had forgotten to bring a plastic bag, despite all of my forethought. I had just completed putting on my shoes when the nurse returned, and she was clearly surprised to still see me there, and said something like "oh your still here" to which I responded "yes I was just packing up," and I thanked her again, and asked if there was anything else I needed to do. She said no, and then as if as an afterthought, she asked "would you like a bag for your things?" Which elicited further burning on my face. "No" I responded, "I'll be ok, thank you" holding up my already packed bag. She then went in to change up the room presumably. Now, in my scrubs, I walked back down the hall where I had previously sprinted, and tried to avoid looking at the receptionist and people waiting in the waiting room. I'm sure my protracted test had pushed a couple of them back a while, and that there were some desperate people in the waiting room, but I was not going to make eye contact with anyone. I carefully walked out of the unit, and out towards the exit of the hospital. I cycled home in the scrubs, which was chilly and they kept slipping down, likely revealing my butt crack to trailing cars. The results of my test would be discussed at my next consultation, or sooner if there were problems. I actually got a little lost on the way home, taking a wrong turn and having to back track. I was so distracted by the entire experience. I don't remember all of the ride home, but I got home and after stashing my wet things in the laundry (my fiancé is used to the occasional wet thing, though I usually do the laundry anyhow), I collapsed on my bed and had a blissful nap. I was completely exhausted from the whole thing. Now, thinking back, it was incredibly exciting. I've masturbated to components of the experiences and some of the emotions several times in the last while, and even thought about it during sex with my fiancé. The first time that I did, I almost cam immediately and my man was surprised that I came so fast (and probably a little proud). So there it was, all 17 pages of my most recent, very public, accident. Looking at the scrubs in my drawers still gets my heart racing.
  9. miss_mimi

    female Wetting my short

    hi today i going out for walking and when i came home i felt naughty and since i need to pee i hold it as much as i can and then wet my short
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  11. Dimwitrolo

    female Beth goes Swimming

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Beth refuses to pee in the pool. Obviously Scarlett doesn't - except this time. Which is why Beth has ended up like this. I've also changed Beth's design slightly. Don't tell anyone.
  12. Its been quite a while since I posted, but about 5 minutes ago my wife just got home and was so desperate she was basically peeing herself, so this was too good to pass up. (You can skip the next paragraph if you want to get to the action). First, a little backstory. When my wife is really into something, she tends to ignore everything else that is going on around her. This includes her bladder, and its not uncommon to see her sprinting to the bathroom because she doesn't realize how badly she has to pee until its super urgent. This is compounded by her drinking lots of water throughout the day. She started a new job recently, and is loving it. She finally started her hands-on training today, so between all of this and the structure of training, I was anticipating hearing about some desperation. I wasn't disappointed. The following was relayed to me (and reprinted here with permission) after I asked for specifics. Apparently she was really into what she was doing, because despite drinking a full liter of water since her last break she didn't think about peeing until she finally got to her car. As soon as she sat down her over-full bladder hit her hard, but the building was already closed so she couldn't get back in easily. She could either make a scene going back in (which she would never do), stop at a gas station (a last resort used only if its to prevent wetting herself), or wait the 15 minutes until she got home. Predictably, she chose the later and suffered the whole way. She had waited well past this point when during some of her planned holds, so she figured she would make it. She was just in pain but holding on for a while, but she soon had to start pressing into her crotch at the stop lights. As she got closer to home, she actually had to reach up her dress she she could press directly on her crotch. She had Spanx on, though, so it didn't help a whole lot, but it was all she had. She managed to hold on, but just barely, until she got home. She had to summon all of her will power to make it to the house, but she lost a spurt when she realized the door was locked. She dropped everything on the doorstep, crossed her legs tightly, and dug through her purse for her keys. By this point, I realized she was having trouble opening the door and got up to open it for her. When I was about 15 feet away, the door burst open, and she hobbled in, legs still crossed. She looked at me and yelled "Oh my god I have to pee so bad!" As soon as she slammed the door closed, she jammed her hand up her skirt and sprinted past me into the bathroom. I naturally ran after her and arrived just as she was hiking up her skirt. She was dancing in place as she was trying to peel down the spanx, cursing as she struggled to get them down. By the time she had them to her mid-thighs, she was already dribbling. One last yank got them to her knees; she collapsed on the toilet seat, but she was already peeing pretty much full force by then. When she got done sighing loudly, she paused then started to tell me about her day. She already explained most of what happened during the day, and was still peeing at a normal rate. She slowed down as she exclaimed at still peeing, then proceed to keep peeing for at least another 20 seconds. I wish I had timed it because I bet she peed for a solid minute and a half!
  13. Nice Ebony Wetting, Personal Friend Of Mine. received_1732765513454997.mp4
  14. I recently met a wonderful girl online who shares many of the same interests as this forum, so I asked and received her permission to share a custom she made for me on here. I'm giving her the link to this thread since she's curious what people will think. Why not tell her yourself? The video contains nudity and elements of DDLG, so if that's not your thing, you'll probably want to avoid it. SchoolgirlWetting.mp4
  15. In this video, we get to witness a humiliating pants-wetting accident from the vantage point of a spy camera hidden in a public bathroom. Looking into the woman’s bathroom through a hidden camera, we see our victim enter the scene. She is so desperate to pee, she is already starting to wet her pants. From the brief period of time it takes her to get to the toilet, her accident expands from a small wet spot to a major flood. After struggling with her zipper she manages to get her pants down, but by now it doesn’t make too much of a difference. Perhaps unaware of how badly she has wet herself, she still sits on the toilet, though she hasn’t pulled down her underwear, and continues to relieve herself. Once she is done peeing she inspects her wet pants and underwear. Clearly ashamed at having wet herself, she sulks out of the bathroom. voy_cam.mp4
  16. So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.
  17. (My first story, I may do these whenever I don't have time for requests. Anyways, enjoy!) A Braixen was lounging on her couch, casually scroll through her phone. As well as sipping down her 3rd cup of orange soda. She had a rough last few days at work, so she was taking her weekend to just relax however she wanted. She was just scrolling through her feed, eventually feeling a slight twinge in her bladder. "Ugh.. Gotta wee.." She said to herself, but her position was just too comfortable, she didn't feel like getting up. She decided to just ignore it for now, knowing she could hold it. As she continued to scroll she came across a few images of beautiful looking waterfalls and springs. She admired them for awhile, marveling at their beauty. But the thought of flowing waters reminded her of the need slowly building, so much so that she couldn't help but slighty shift her legs around at the thought. After awhile of this, she could start to feel her bladder filling at a fairly fast past, realizing she really couldn't hold it anymore, she reluctant got up, doing a tight walk with her legs just a little clutched together as she made her way to the restroom. Braixen put her paw on the door, turning the knob only to find it stuck. She blinked, then turned it again. Still stuck. She had no clue what to do or how to feel, she kept turning the knob as if she it wasn't real, but it was. The bathroom was locked, which meant no toilet access, which also meant, no peeing. Braixen whinned, not knowing what to do or how the door was locked. The door had a lock on it, on the inside. "H-how is it locked? I-it only locks inside!" She said to herself, subconciously rubbing her legs together. Braixen made her way back to the couch, waddling and sitting down to think of what she could do now. She tried to think fast, but her bladder was distracting her. She had her paws pressed against her croch, her legs shaking back and forth. Those sodas had gone straight through her, faster than she expected. Braixen thought of a few potential options, maybe she could go in the kitchen sink? No no, she wouldn't be able to climb on the counter without leaking... Maybe she could go in the garden? That won't work... She couldn't risk getting spotted. As she contemplated her options, her need to go continued to rise, she crossed her legs tightly, clutching her croch as she tried her very best to keep it in. She knew she was running out of time. Her bladder threatening to burst right then and there, but she managed to prevent her flow, giving her more time to think. She eventually had an idea, she got up, waddling her way back towards the bathroom door. Trying again at the knob to be sure, but to no avail. She opened up a nearby closet, pulling out a wrench. She went back to the door, and with her legs still crossed, she tried to pry the door open. She didn't care if she broke her door, she couldn't bare the thought of wetting herself, even if she was alone. She pulled and pulled, hoping the lock would give. But it didn't, and as a large wave if desperation hit her, she dropped the wrench, grabbing at her crotch and doing a pee dance, trying to hold it all in. She felt a leak drip into her paw, knowing time was almost up. In panic, she picked up the wrench, shoving it straight through the door, a huge hole carved through it. Braixen frantically put her hand through it, looking to unlock the door from outside, she eventually was able to do so, opening the door immediately. There she saw her savior, the clean, white surface of the toilet. But, as she took one step towards the toilet bowl, she froze. Her bladder had had enough, and before she could do anything to stop it, the floodgates opened up. Her bladder letting out all the pent up liquid inside. She knew she couldn't stop it, so she let it flow, she couldn't help but laugh at the fact she had put in hole in her door because of all of this. "Today was quite eventful... Guess I got some cleaning to do.. As well as calling a repair mon.." (Hope that was enjoyable! If it was I may write some more stories in the future!)
  18. This interactive, point-of-view, ageplay video brings you into the scene. Pretending to be your babysitter, Alisha reacts to you peeing your pants, then wets herself to help you feel better about your accident. You and your babysitter, Alisha, are sitting on the floor playing with toys at the start of the video. Even though you need to pee, you are having so much fun that you don’t say anything. Instead, you try to ignore your bladder and focus on having fun. Alisha sees you fidgeting and reaching towards your crotch, so she asks you if you need to go to the bathroom. You deny that you need to pee and keep on playing. Unfortunately for you, Alisha was correct in guessing that you had to pee. Having already denied that you need the bathroom, you don’t have any immediate options for relief. Unable to hold it, you pee in your pants, hoping that your babysitter doesn’t notice… Of course, she sees everything. Confused as to why you denied needing the bathroom, then peed your pants, Alisha interrogates you about your accident. Not having any real answers about why you were holding it, you become upset under her questioning and begin to cry. Seeing you are upset, Alisha attempts to comfort and reassure you. She promises that she won’t tell anyone, not even your parents, that you peed your pants and that it will be a secret between just the two of you. You are still kind of upset, however, so Alisha decides to show you that it really isn’t a big deal. Letting you watch, she pees in her pants right in front of you. After peeing herself, she shows off her wet pants to you, apparently unembarrassed. Finally, she suggests that you should both go clean up and change into dry clothes.
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  20. Mrgala21

    Couldn't Catch a Break

    So yesterday was a busy day and I knew it would be from the start. I had to get a haircut, pay a visit to the bank as well as the store, and finally then I was to take my friends brother to see a movie. It started with me waking up with an unusually strong urge to pee. Now, I usually wake up with a very very full bladder (like most of us) but today was different. When I woke up both of my hands were wrapped around my penis and my legs were crossed. After simply enjoying the feeling for a bit I finally got up and hopped around a bit while I threw some shorts on because I did not want any of my roommates to see me in just my underwear. The relief was amazing beyond comprehension. Little did I know that wouldn't even be the worse I would need to pee during the day. Before I did anything I went to the gym and worked out. That was uneventful besides the fact that I drink water like a fish when I workout and combined with the heat I went through three full water bottles. Remember that as it will no doubt come into play later as you may have guessed. Then, I went to get my haircut which was overall pretty uneventful besides the development of a nagging feeling in my bladder. Nothing major. I was just entering the "you might want to start thinking about finding a bathroom phase" which is nothing I couldn't handle. Next came the bank which of course put me through the ringer and made me wait and wait. The line was so long and I had no choice but to wait for my turn. I was starting to have to adjust my weight and step from foot to foot every so often. I also had another problem as I was wearing black workout shorts and, as is the case with guys who have a pee fetish, I also started to feel my penis come to life and was afraid it would show. Finally, my turn came up and I took care of my business and was just about to hit the bathroom on the way out when I saw a man go into it. This is a small bank so there was only one bathroom with a single toilet in it and seeing as I was already a bit behind schedule I decided to just leave. I then went to the store with my need seeming to get worse and worse by the seconds. Like this for sure was one of the quickest Ive felt my bladder fill up. I do not know if I literally had that much in me the night before and didn't get it out all of the way or if it was just all that water but I really really needed to pee by the time I had grabbed all my items from the store. It was so bad that even looking at the drinks on the grocery store shelfs made me want to grab my penis super tight. Now, I do not shop at this particular store too often so I didn't even know if they had a public bathroom and plus time was beginning to become a real issue as my friends brother called me asking if I was almost there. I decided to simply suck it up and go real quick when I got to his house to pick him up. About halfway there I resorted to full on holding myself with one hand while driving and with both while I was at a light. And of course I got caught by just about every red light. The last one before I arrived is particularly long and I was frantic. Wiggling my butt around on the seat, holding myself with both hands, and I even let out a little whimper at one point because it was really starting to hurt. Here I am, a 22 year old man, squirming around at a stop light feeling my pee right on the edge of my tip. Of course, part of me was thankful I was in the car because it would be very obvious to anyone that I didn't just have to go pee but I also was getting some sort of enjoyment out of my situation. My friends brother is in a wheelchair and I am the one to usually drive him places and in this case see a movie as he loves to see movies. Im used to having to go into his place once I get there to help him finish anything that he needs help with but of course on this day, the day I pull up with a beyond bursting bladder, he is outside and waiting. So I park my car while giving myself another squeeze as if that would help hold me over. I then helped him get into his van and as Im walking around the back of the van to get in the front seat I am left with no choice but to squeeze myself under both my basketball shorts and briefs. I even stopped just to cross my legs. I remember wondering if I had enough time to just pee on the ground without him seeing but I could not risk that. I also did not want to ask him to unlock his door again and go in because we were already going to be just on time if not late to the movie. Believe me when I tell you that this drive to the theatre was so so hard. I was squirming but could not grab myself because now I wasn't alone. Every bump caused me to wince and envision myself letting it out over a toilet. Thankfully, the drive is short enough that I was able to make it until we got there because based off of how much my bladder was hurting and sticking out I did not have long. We eventually get inside and bought our tickets. I could not stay still the whole time we were buying them as I was pretty much marching on the spot when a squirt found its way out and I felt my briefs get all wet. For a second I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop it but I did using nothing but will power. I could swear the girl at the register could tell I had to pee because she smirked at me and usually I would be into that but I just simply did not want to flood my pants right here and ruin the whole outing. We then found our theatre and I made sure he was set up and told him I would go get some popcorn but really of course it was mainly to pee. The popcorn was a convenient cover story. I virtually fast walked to the bathroom and turned the corner and immediately almost run into a man. I simply could not believe it, there was actually a line for the urinals. I am guilty of taking for granted that mens rooms usually do not have a line while ladies rooms do a lot of the time. It was just my luck that I went there just as two separate movies were getting out meaning a lot of guys needed release. I almost moaned and whined but stopped myself because Im too old for that. Immediately, two more guys about my age get behind me and I removed my hand from between my legs. After all, I didn't want to look like a baby. There was literally nothing worse that I could have been doing at that point. Hearing and seeing guy after guy go up and relieve themselves was horrible. I felt like pee was going to come out of my eyeballs. I jumped up and down and felt another leak when the guy in front of me started to go. Finally, my turn came and I ran up to the urinal expecting to let out a torrent of pee but nothing happened. The fact that there were people behind me made me super pee shy. I literally could not pee and I couldn't believe it. I have never ever been able to pee in a urinal when there is a line behind me and even today was no exception. This issue has actually been the main reason behind most of my extreme public desperation episodes especially when I was younger. Everyone would think I got to go but in reality I could not let it out therefore resulting in me being forced to hold it for really extended periods of time but those are stories for a different time. I started to panic and that made it worse. After all that holding I finally get the chance to let it all out and I just cant do it. I was frustrated and defeated as I put my penis back in my shorts. I decided to try the other mens room on the opposite side of the theatre as even the single stall was taken and a stall does indeed help me get over my pee shyness. So there I am, leaving one bathroom still desperate to pee beyond belief as I go to a different one. If there was a line at that one I honestly would have been screwed as it felt like a balloon was about to explode in my stomach. Well, scratch that it was already exploding. Thankfully, this one did not have a line and I practically ran into the open stall just to avoid any issues this time around. I was peeing full force before I even got it out and I couldn't help but to put my head back in pleasure as it finally got to flow out of me. It felt amazing. I was even tempted to take care of my extreme erection but decided against it seeing as I was in public and all. All I have to say is thank god I was wearing black shorts or those leaks would have been very visible. Also, in case anyone was wondering Spider-Man was super good and we both enjoyed it.
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    Otium

    Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium. I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves. At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily. I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since. Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon. I made sure of that. I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves. Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after. I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments. Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once. Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her. She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee. I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused. ‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’ She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room. I asked what she needed to use it for. ‘Master, I need relief.’ ‘Have you finished your tasks? And is my lunch ready?’ ‘No, Master. Not yet. But I fear that…’ I didn’t let her finish. I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor. She looked as if she might. ‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch. Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’ She looked confused. I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me. I took advantage of the pause to order her away. ‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch. Leena, go!’ She curtseyed again, turned and left. I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so. Her need to empty herself was getting desperate. She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall. It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch. Shortly Emily appeared. ‘Master. Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’ ‘Thank you. Emily, do you need to wee?’ She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact. ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting. I’ll be there shortly.’ ‘Yes Master.’ I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard. It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house. A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine. Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister. I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day. ‘Hannah.’ ‘Yes Master?’ ‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet. Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’ ‘Yes Master.’ She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke. She needed a piss too. I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs. She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her. They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand. Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat. She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs. The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic. I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before. Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly. I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again. Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena. She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing. I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission. They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them. Indeed, she was. ‘Master.’ ‘Yes, Leena?’ ‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’ I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why? ‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself. I really, really need to pee.’ I nodded and smiled. She visibly relaxed. ‘Thank you Master.’ She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray. By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground. I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray. She had been desperate. She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it. She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees. A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand. She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions. She had been full. She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew. I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully. They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them. Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back. She could not stand still, wriggling her hips. Nor could Hannah or Emily. Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot. Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky. I tried not to be distracted. Leena was still squirting a steady stream. The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity. She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention. She smiled and kept weeing. She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened. She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips. Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry. I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next. They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance. The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering. Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her. The poor girl had been unable to hold on. She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood. A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet. Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear. She had no chance of halting the flow of pee. She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot. The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them. Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth. She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger. Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee. Keep going as long as you need to. There’s no harm done.’ I glanced quickly at each of the other two. They understood that they still needed my permission. Emily groaned. Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle. A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic. Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets. She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed and looked down. Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it. Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing. The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped. Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now. I asked, ‘Martha, can you still pee? Have you got more to come?’ She said nothing, but nodded. ‘Go on then. Pee.’ I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood. Deliberately, she wet herself again. As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth. She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped. ‘Go on!’ I encouraged. And she repeated the entertainment for me. She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more. Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva. Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that. Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor. That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray. Who first, I wondered? ‘Emily. Please lift your skirt.’ She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told. She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs. ‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’ ‘Yes please, Master.’ This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes. ‘Go on then Hannah. Don’t make Emily wait too much longer. And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress. You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’ Biting her lip, Emily just nodded. Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. I wondered what she might do to amuse me. She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right. It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor. Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks. Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another. Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist. I was entranced. She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni. She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it. Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray. She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went. She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit). She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips. Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours. She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it. Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni. A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray. She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled. Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind. Emily stepped back a couple of paces. I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently. It took all my self-control to remain seated. I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs. Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately. I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched. I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst. But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand. Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing. After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her. Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her. When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade. I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so. I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray. She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it. She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist. As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand. From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her. She was peeing into her underwear with full force. She looked at me. ‘Master?’ ‘Yes, Emily?’ ‘You did not give me permission to undress. But I don’t think I had time anyway.’ ‘Were you that desperate?’ ‘Yes. I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish. Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand. It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’ ‘You can undress now. Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’ She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation. Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it. It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist. Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it. She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow. I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down. The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch. As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me. There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day. Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments. Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself.
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    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.

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  25. received_1732765513454997-0-0.mp4 A quick Video of a Girl wetting her jeans and Boyshorts.We Definitely need more updated Black Girl wetting, I working on gathering more photos and videos. received_1732765513454997-0-0.mp4 received_1882916808439866.mp4