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  1. From the album: Furry Wettings

    Poor guy couldn't hold it anymore
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    Hi all, its me, the 24/7 Diapergirl again. I was let back into panties once again, and once again it as a mistake... I woke up to a text from my roommate/partner asking me not to have a morning pee, but to change out of my diaper and into panties and to try and hold it until she got home. What ensues is my desperation ramping up and me ultimately flooding my shorts in the bathtub. She wasnt upset that i couldnt hold it but needless to say it was back to diapers and a reminder why i need them in the first place. Its been awhile since i genuinely lost control but it always is such an enjoyable experience and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! For a reminder; this is a free sample of a ton of content over on my JustForFans page, which while being primarily diaper wetting and messing, it does include wettings like these! Its $10 a month over there for TONS of content, so if you want to see more, enjoy my diaper content as well, or just really want to help me out, it would be super appreciated if you decide to sub! Link is here: https://justfor.fans/smolbbkitty Beyond that, I hope you all enjoy, check out my other posts, and be sure to give me and my roommate more ideas both for diapers and panties for fun things to try in the future!!! ❤️
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  3. A/N: As some of you may recall, in the fall of 2021, I started a story called "I think my boss needs to pee". What was originally going to be just two stories quickly grew to a great number, and encouraged me to write more and more. There was just one problem. When I looked back over my work, I came to realize that I didn't like how somethings turned out, and I wanted another shot at it. So I rewrote the first two chapters and have many more planned out this time. New characters, new backstories, and bolder interactions. I am keeping the original up for posterity, but this new thread is the only cannon story. Updates will be slow, but they will be worked on. Some of the tags relate to later parts. As always, feedback is not only encouraged but appreciated. Chapter 1.1 Mary-Ann laid still for a moment. Her morning alarm was blaring into her eardrums, but every muscle in her body wanted to stay in bed until she drifted back into sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't. Today was the biggest day of her young career, and she'd be damned if she would oversleep today. She gingerly sat up, and switched off her alarm. Still in the dark, she stood. Guided by instinct, she shuffled towards the wall. Feeling around for the light switch made 4:30 feel like the darkest hour of the morning. She blinked rapidly in an attempt to adjust her eyes to the dark and took her long t-shirt off as she entered her bathroom. She tossed it in an opposite corner of the room and walked towards her toilet. Before she relived herself for the morning, she turned the shower on to let the water warm. Opening the toilet lid and quickly dropping her pink panties to the floor, she sat on the toilet, still groggy. Yawning, Mary-Ann started to pee. The sound of her slow stream hitting the toilet water was drowned out by rushing shower water, and she begun to twirl her shoulder length blonde hair. Today was going to be her arrival. The finale of nearly three years of arduous work. She had gone from drifting between office jobs and secretarial roles, barista and bartender, but now she finally found her calling. She was a mortgage officer, and now was one of the top in the nation. Soon, her steady flow of urine began to arc back towards her pussy, wetting her lips with the excess flow. In a moment, Mary-Ann was done. She sat and dripped as she thought about her tasks for the day. She had been aggressive in the real estate market, flipping houses and even buying her first rental property last year. However, the income earned from the small complex was hardly worth the constant calls. At first, the tenants would call her directly as the previous owner had neglected the apartments. The calls never stopped, at all hours of the day and night, rodents, water heaters, showers and more had been replaced, repelled and repaired. She had hired a property manager to take the calls off of her plate, but whenever an issue arose, her manager would call her before making a move, which delayed solutions and got in the way of her tenants' lives. Mary-Ann flushed and stepped into the shower. She'd clean the pee off of her privates with the showerhead. Once finished, she lathered her c-cup breasts and washed her body, mentally preparing for the biggest meeting of her life. A chance to own her own mortgage company lay ahead of her, it was the pearl of her life. The 10 and 12-hour days, the early months of being commission-only, when she made less than minimum wage; it was all about to pay off. This last meeting was all that was in the way. Taking the time to fantasize about her life before her, it took a while before Mary-Ann stopped the water flow and stepped out of the shower. Drying her 5' 10" frame was not an arduous task, but Mary-Ann was sure it took longer than most girls. She packed her gym clothes; a gray pair of spandex and a white top, and her office clothes. She quickly made her hair into a ponytail, walked her to the kitchen to fill her water bottle and left. ###################################### Karenna Bryant awoke, smacking her dry lips together. The sheets and the bed were cheap, but comfortable. What was strange to her, was the amount of light in the small apartment. It should have been darker than this. She looked over to the alarm clock. Seven. She was late. Very late. Damn it! Not today! Shit, shit! She contemplated skipping her shower that morning. But she hadn't showered yesterday either. She'd have to clean herself even just a bit. Today was her bosses big day, and potentially a massive boost for her career as well. Today was not the day to be late. A quick shower still took her too long. With little time to do her makeup, she was forced to forgo her routine morning pee. As soon as she was dressed in her grey suit pants, black belt and white blouse, Karenna was nearly out the door. Before exiting her small apartment, she grabbed a plastic water bottle from the refrigerator. Needing to beat Mary-Ann to work, she darted out the door, her heels clicking on the cement walkway outside her apartment. As she made her way to her car, Karenna regretted her haste. Her bladder was already asking for relief. ################################# What took Mary-Ann a moment was the process of applying professional makeup in a gym bathroom. Normally, she would have applied it at the office or at home on her non-workout days, but because this meeting started right 9, she had to change here. She had changed her panties, which were now a deep purple, and she pulled her pantyhose over them. A beige pencil skirt that dropped to her knees and a white blouse hid under her short blazer. After putting on her black heels, she admired herself in the mirror and remade her blonde hair into a low-professional bun. Her watch read seven-thirty, plenty of time to visit her favorite local coffee shop. It didn't take her long to get there, and she finished her second water from her tin water bottle. Two had been downed since her workout. The first scent that hit her was one of her favorites- fresh roasted coffee, and a lot of it. The morning rush appeared to have dwindled. All that was left were the amateur writers and college students. Mary-Ann walked right up to the counter with no line. The barista recognized her immediately. Hanna was always so sweet and friendly, her small stature made it appear as though Mary-Ann was much taller than she actually was. Her blue eyes met Mary-Ann’s green and their smiles were matched. "Mary-Ann! Can I get you the usual? Cute top by the way". Hanna seemed much more energetic than usual, she swayed from one foot to the other and bent her knees ever so often. While certainly not unwelcome to see such energy and vigor so early in the day, it was a bit out of character for the usually reserved girl. "Aw, thank you! Yeah, I'll have the usual. Had your coffee today?" Mary-Ann smiled wider; she was always happy to see others so gleeful. "Just been standing a while." Hanna turned towards the cappuccino machine to start Mary-Ann's order and crossed her legs. They were clad in light jeans. She put both hands on the machine's table and continued to bounce her knees. She looked a little sick and Mary-Ann couldn't help but worry. As the cappuccino machine's noise rang throughout the shop, Mary-Ann spoke up. "Are you sure you're alright?" Hanna turned back toward Mary-Ann; her light brown barista apron was bunched around her crotch. She smiled, forcibly, and tried to talk over the end of the machine's cycle. "Uh...yeah. I'm doing ok" Hanna crossed her legs again, and grabbed Mary-Ann's order. Mary-Ann took her wallet out of her purse and prepared to pay. As Hanna walked back up to the register she put Mary-Ann's order down and read her the total. Hanna sheepishly looked behind Mary-Ann, and upon seeing there was no one behind she whispered. "I'm really sorry but we're a little understaffed right now; and I really...really need to pee." As she got to the second "really" she bent her knees down again. As Mary-Ann heard the word pee, she felt a sympathetic twinge in her own bladder and felt terrible for the girl behind the counter. "I can wait a moment if you need to run- " "No! No, if that's all your getting, I'll ring you out" Hanna interrupted her a bit loudly. Mary-Ann paid with her card and put a twenty in the tip jar. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but there wasn't much she could do except give her a generous tip and leave the girl to hopefully find relief, with a lull in customers "H-have a nice... day" Hanna weakly called to her. Mary-Ann briefly turned and waved to her before heading out the door, back to her car. ################### The ride to the office was short, but as Mary-Ann pulled into a parking spot opposite the office doors, she felt her bladder give her another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave; the two morning bottles of gym water had started to collect in her bladder and the cappuccino wasn't helping. As Mary-Ann entered her office doors, she was greeted by her protégé Karenna. "Hey boss, meeting room's ready." Karenna was an average built black woman, but she had accented her shoulder-length, straight black hair with dyed-red tips. Unaware of Karenna’s own desperation, Mary-Ann secretly wished the 23-year-old had been a little late. Their typical morning briefs would lead right up to nine o-clock, and if the room and Karenna were already good to go, she wouldn't be able to stop by their single person bathroom. Mary-Ann could only hope she would have time to relieve herself before her meeting. Karenna stood up from her desk and pressed down her grey suit pants. She gathered her notepad and filed in behind her boss into the small conference room. Before sitting down, she put down her things on the conference table and wiped a bit of fuzz off of her grey suit coat. Mary-Ann didn't need to know that Karenna had gotten there just minutes before and she still hadn't emptied her bladder, which she had now been nursing since she woke up. But the meeting in which she was mostly presenting didn't faze her. She had been in this position for eight months now, and she wasn't about to let her growing need interrupt such a tight schedule, especially today. She sat down at the conference table and Mary-Ann stepped up to the awaiting projector. A list of clients appeared on the screen as the projector adjusted itself. "Where do we stand on these?" Mary-Ann started "Jones and Richardson both are looking like they'll get underwritten today. I think we'll have issues with Wyatt though. They might have given us some bad info on the underwriting paperwork." As Karenna went into detail about each of the active clients, Mary-Ann discreetly crossed her legs and put her back to the wall. This action went unnoticed by Karenna, who had her own thighs pressed against each other. The two women continued to review the second page of active clients, and as they discussed a peculiar case in which the client had provided their proof of income from a job they left two weeks prior, Karenna felt her first serious wave of desperate pressure press against the walls of her shaved pussy. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to hesitate mid-sentence "I can make that...mmhf...call today" Despite her growing desperation, Karenna was determined not to ask for a break. If this meeting dragged on too long, she could delay Mary-Ann, she wasn't about to do that. The only thing she was hoping for is that Mary-Ann didn't notice her situation. As she crossed her legs and subtly placed a hand against her crotch, Karenna finally admitted to herself, I need to pee Mary-Ann was also growing acutely aware of her own situation, and had begun to sway her hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure that was developing in her bladder. While she was paying attention to what Karenna was saying, she was unaware of the equally desperate situation her protégé was in. The two continued to move the meeting forward, discussing where they were in terms of their goals for the year. Karenna at this point was pressing her backside down into the cushy office chair, the corner of the chair pressed into her crotch. Her calves were locked in place, as her heels and feet were supporting most of her forward weight, they were pointing towards each other to keep her thighs in place. When Karenna looked back up from her papers and finished her sentence, she noticed that Mary-Ann was crossing her legs and seemed to be more focused on the projected graph instead of what Karenna was saying. Mary-Ann's right arm was clutched against her left forearm, and as she swayed back and forth. Do we seriously both need to piss right now? The thought crossed Karenna’s mind as her boss hadn't responded to Karenna's statement yet. She seemed to be more so watching the clock than giving her undivided attention. Karenna spoke up "Your thoughts?" "Hmm? Oh, yeah, its fine. Good job today, Karenna. Is that all?" Karenna wasn't satisfied with the non-answer, but it was getting close to nine, and if she could get out a moment sooner to pee, she would take it. "I think that's it for now, I'll email you if any of this changes- I gotta step out for a second, your office should be set up." "I -uh, alright" Mary-Ann started a sentence, but Karenna had already stood and done a 180 towards the door. She walked back to her desk as fast and as discreetly as her heels would let her, her sensitive genitals as tight and contracted as she could get them. Throwing her meeting notes over her desk and craning her neck to briefly check Mary-Ann's office, which was in a windowed room behind her desk, Karenna made sure her boss had everything she needed. Karenna might have to piss like a racehorse, but she still had a job to do. She exhaled as the strain to stand on her tip toes caused her bladder to contact and a shiver involuntarily sent a hand to her crotch. Mary-Ann's office looked in order. Now slightly hunched over, Karenna hustled passed the front door, which was glass, and anyone in the parking lot could see her squirm in front of her desk. Starting to doubt that she was going to make it, Karenna walked quickly to the corner of the office space that housed the only bathroom. Karenna nearly ran into the white tiled room. With just a single toilet and a sink, she started to undo her black belt and turned her well-toned ass towards the toilet bowl, anticipating her long overdue release. In her haste, she pulled the belt too quickly and it stuck into place. She felt a wet drop touch her panties. Not wanting to wet her pants, Karenna used what was left of her strength to pull her belt forward and slowly undo it. As her fingers worked the tight belt, her legs shook. The strain of holding an entire morning's worth of pee was now solely on her tight and tiring bladder muscles. She could feel the first few drops slowly dribbling into her underwear. Finally her belt let go, she jammed her fingers into the waist band of her grey suit pants and flung them down to her knees, along with her panties. Before her butt had even touched the porcelain of the toilet seat, a thick, fat stream of piss shot out of her, splattering the back of the raised top before Karenna sat down in a huff, exhausted from the effort it took to avoid pissing her pants. A loud hiss filled the room as a clear-ish stream of hot urine drilled the water in the toilet bowl. Her pussy lips now dripping pee as well, having left her blue panties with a small dark patch. Her breathing slowed back to normal, but her stream stayed strong, and the aspiring black business women sat with her forearms on her thighs, trying to process her desperation and now incredible relief and get her head back to her work. Her stream seemed to slow for a moment, but Karenna contracted her bladder muscles again and the stream that was exiting her pee hole resumed with the same force that it had started with, and the hissing sound that was erupting from her thighs filled the room again. As her stream began to subside for a second time, she examined her panties. She ran her fingers though the fabric, and while it was slightly damp to the touch, they were more than serviceable. She was surprised at what a close call she just had and she sat back in relief. Her stream was just a slight trickle, but her muscles were still contracting, sending shivers from her pussy through the rest of her body. It felt good, in a way. Karenna's thoughts drifted back to work I really hope Mary-Ann was just checking the time... Karenna cut that train of thought short. She tried to convince herself that Mary-Ann was indeed just checking the time and making sure she wasn't late. This move was important for both of their careers, obviously that would weigh on her mind. I've seen her take back-to-back meetings for an entire day's work. She's sat through 3-hour licensing classes with a ton of coffee...there's no way. Karenna looked down at her own, now dripping pussy. Her pink wet skin contrasting with her dark outer lips. It's not like I didn't just think that I'd be fine. She wiped, flushed and pulled her pants back up. Reapplying her belt and checking her makeup in the mirror, she noticed that the back of her grey sport coat had gotten wet from her initial explosion. It fared the worst out of all her clothes, but it would dry before the days end, she was sure of it. Her thoughts drifted back to her boss for a moment. There's no way she needs to pee...right? Mary-Ann Adimari needed to pee. As she watched her young colleague rush out of the room, she pressed her hands against her skin, just above her burning genitals. It was tender, and her tight pencil skirt did little to assist her. Though it was a long skirt, which reached her kneecaps, it was becoming harder and harder to stand still. Her movements had nearly become involuntary, all made worse by the fact that she was in heels. She walked out of the conference room and entered her personal office. A slightly private area, its windows were against just one wall. They allowed her to be aware of what was happening outside her semi-private walls. Her bookcase, which served more as a prop for virtual meetings than actually useful books, was against the back wall, and the opposite wall partially served as a wet bar for closings. She had just refilled the alcohol shelf yesterday, and the different color liquids only served to mock her at this point. The deep red rug that spanned much of the floor gave the room a sophisticated atmosphere and played well with the walnut-colored bookshelves and mahogany desk. Mary-Ann wasn't paying attention to any of these details as she shoved her meeting notes onto her desk and trudged towards the bathroom in the main office space. She had maybe 30 seconds, but she was also starting to feel her now desperation to pee. She assumed Karenna was done as she approached the door, but the light wood was hardly sound proof. She was instead greeted by a such a loud sigh and a hissing sound that her mind instantly attempted to release her bladder muscles. The sound and sudden force of pressure baring down on her tight snatch caused Mary-Ann to shove her hands deep into her crotch and squeeze every muscle she possibly could. Her thighs and genital walls were all directed to halt the force liquid from soiling her clothes. Karenna clearly wasn't done, and Mary-Ann would be unfashionably late. She winced, attempted to straighten up, and walked back towards her office. As she sat down, some of the other financial partners and representatives from her current company were starting to join the meeting. Sitting in her black office chair, Mary-Ann turned her camera on, forced a smile, and hoped that she could pay attention for just an hour and a half. ############################ Karenna had been answering emails and making few morning calls from her desk while occasionally grabbing a drink from the water cooler outside conference room. Despite her close call this morning, she still needed to refresh ever so often and the short walk from her desk to the water cooler was enough to give her mind a quick rest. What helped the day go by the fastest however was the occasional inbound call. For a better connection, they still used landlines, so she could also fiddle with the cord while she talked. It was like her grandmother's old phone when she was growing up, and a little burst of nostalgia was all she needed sometimes. This time, when it rang, it was a local realtor, looking to connect with Mary-Ann. After the two set a time and a day, Karenna hung up and looked back through the glass at her boss. From where she was sitting, Mary-Ann appeared to be focused on her meeting, and Karenna immediately felt better about her own relief this morning. She hadn't forced her boss into an uncomfortable position and she felt her dash for the restroom was justified. Mary-Ann was attempting to look professional, but she was as stiff as a statue. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself. No longer was her bladder simply suggesting that she find a time to relieve it, it was now demanding she do so. Sarah, Mary-Ann’s lawyer and acquaintance was in the middle of negotiating Mary-Ann out of her current contract, something that the other two men present in the meeting weren’t allowing to happen easily. The meeting was starting to appear as though it was was going to drag on. Mary-Ann crossed her legs. She hoped they would take a break soon. ################################ The front door swung open and Karenna immediately broke into a smile. Her best friend proudly strode through the door with a jovial smile plastered on her round face. Her bright brown eyes put her youth on display, helped by her long, black braided hair. "Hey girlie! Surprise!” She presented a small box from behind her back. It was wrapped neatly in a bow and Karenna took it from her graciously. Getting up from her desk, Karenna gave Nia a friendly hug. "Oh my gosh Nia! Thank you so much! What is it?" "I was in town for a game and thought of you when I saw it. Open it!" Karenna did as Nia asked and slowly opened the box. A small silver necklace with a pendent stood out against the dark interior. Karenna took it out and put it on. Now Karenna was the one with a wide smile on her face. “You didn’t have to.” She said quietly, her emotions taking hold. “But I wanted to.” Nia reached back over Karenna’s desk for a friendly hug. "Is Mary-Ann here today?" Nia asked innocently "She is, but she's in a super important meeting, I'll be sure to let her know you stopped by though." “Would she mind if we hung out for a little?” Karenna looked towards Mary-Ann’s office. Her boss looked engaged in her meeting. Turning back to Nia, Karenna suggested “Yeah I guess we could talk for a little.” Motioning for her friend to follow her, Karenna led Nia into one of the conference rooms, excited to catch up with her friend. Mary-Ann was still trying to present herself as a power broker, but in her mind, she was very obviously rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She one hand plastered against her crotch. Mary-Ann no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly agreeing to the documents presented online, Sarah marking every initial down. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She hoped that her microphone hadn't picked anything up. She didn't think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Mary-Ann couldn't tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not in front of the present company, or with any audience really. Nia took a seat at the head of the table in the conference room and Karenna took the chair to her right. Playfully rotating the office chair from side to side, Nia asked “So…you made it. White-collar Karenna, huh?” Karenna scoffed “Hey, it beats working at that burger place. To be honest, I’m not sure why she even took me in.” “Who? Mary-Ann?” Karenna nodded “It’s not like I have experience. Or qualifications.” “She had to have seen something in you.” Karenna looked at the ground. “I lied on the application.” “And?” “And if Mary-Ann ever found out, I’m sure she’d fire me on the spot.” “Or she doesn’t care and thinks you’re the right person for the job.” Karenna looked up, then out the window, not responding. Nia knew better than to ask her friend to have some confidence, but she wished Karenna would at least have some. Her friend looked back at the ground, sparking Nia’s curiosity “Something else on your mind?” Karenna looked up, her eyes giving her away. Nia has seen it before. It always looked cute. Karenna’s eyes would widen, showing her whites. She’d almost look like a dog that had done something wrong. “It’s…ah it’s nothing” Karenna looked out the window again, then at the table. “Kar…” “No! Really! It’s stupid.” “Seems like you want to talk about it.” Karenna looked at Nia, then back down at the floor, moving her chair back and forth. She sighed. “You’re gonna laugh at me.” “Will I?” Nia asked, almost offended that her best friend would even think such a thing Karenna paused. “I…I kind of have…” Karenna spoke quietly, Nia leaned forward to hear it. “I kind of have a crush on her…” Nia giggled as she leaned back “Aww! Kar’s in love?” Karenna looked away and folded her arms “I knew telling you was stupid.” Nia leaned forward and touched Karenna’s thigh, just above her kneecap. “Kar, c’mon. You know I’m here for you. So you have a little crush, what’s the big deal?” “The deal is that it’s stupid-” “You’ve said that a hundred times now.” The two went quiet as Karenna searched for her words. She spoke again. “She's probably not into girls. Much less me. I mean if she was…she’s like a super model. She could have anyone.” “And you’re not?” “I’m me. A nerd who just has a silly office crush.” Silence between the two. Nia wanted nothing more than to grant some sort of confidence towards her friend. Maybe some humor would help. “Nice ass?” “Who?” Nia gave a sly smile. Karenna knew who she meant, lifting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment as she admitted “Oh! Y-yeah…she does…” Nia giggled “You been looking?” Karenna’s eyes dropped, she had a small smile on her face, enjoying her friends playful teasing. “She’ll bend over my desk to get something, or restock the printer. And when she does...” Karenna’s voice went low “I could die and go to heaven” Nia smiled, swaying back and forth in her chair. Nonchalantly she grabbed one of the free pens sitting on the table. She spoke, her tone getting a little more serious “Do you think I’m pretty?” Karenna furrowed her brow. “Sure. You know that ” “And you’ve had me. How’s she any different?” Nia fiddled with the pen “She’s my boss. And besides…it’d be too awkward. I-I can’t.” Nia shrugged. “You can’t even tell her she’s pretty? Drop a hint or two?” Karenna shook her head and looked at the ground. “It’ll pass. It’s just a silly crush.” The two returned to silence for a moment. Nia spoke first “Well it’s been great, but I should get going. Seriously. Maybe she’d be into you. Give it a shot.” “Thanks.” Karenna smiled as she stood. It was nice reconnecting with her longtime friend, and Karenna stretched. It had been quite the morning, but the afternoon was looking to be a smooth close to the day. After a hug, the two friends left the conference room, with Karenna moving towards her desk and Nia towards the door. As Karenna got to her chair, Nia stopped just before the door and turned back around. "Actually, um...Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" "You know what?" Karenna smiled slyly, joking with her friend “What if I said no?” Nia smiled back, but her voice was serious. As she spoke, her hand, which was balled into a fist was gently place at the crotch of her jeans. “Kar, I've actually have been waiting awhile.” She jiggled her thighs “Please?” Karenna pointed her towards the bathroom door and watched her friend walk causally towards it. It was on her mind after their conversation, and Karenna couldn’t help but sneak a look at the butt of Nia jeans as she walked by. Her friend really did have a nice ass. Karenna then turned a little red. She quickly heard an audible hiss and spray from the bathroom, followed by a sigh from her friend. Her mind went back to her adventure this morning. Now that Mary-Ann had been in her meeting for a while, she only hoped that her boss was in a good spot. ##################################### Mary-Ann was locked in a desperate battle against herself and her overfilled bladder. Every muscle was in full force. Tense. Locked. Active. Unable to remove her hand from her crotch, she was gripping her self as tightly as she could. She felt clammy. Almost sick. Her legs trembled, each muscle moving involenterily with the strain of holding back her stretched bladder. She hurt. Mary-Ann’s teeth were gritted, her lips locked as she tried desperately to keep her pee from bursting out of her. She nearly considered peeing in one of her wet bar glasses. Mary-Ann was sure they couldn't handle two of her gym water bottles and a cappuccino, but it was better than peeing in front of the CEO of one of the largest mortgage companies in the nation, her attorney and business broker. That very real fear was the only thing that was keeping her water in at this point, and even that was failing. With just a few minutes left in the meeting, Mary-Ann lost a spurt of pee into her panties and her shaking legs were attempting to close the now burst dam, but now that it had started, she was afraid that it wouldn't stop. But another minute passed. The last page. It was here. Freedom. One more initial and she could have her empire and her salvation. She leaked again. The shock caused her to inhale and she gripped her mahogany desk. With every fiber of her being, she willed her pee-hole closed. Yes. She told Sarah to sign off on the last NDA. She lost again, this time a jet of pee, with a stream thick enough to tickle her closed, burning genital walls. The front of her beige pencil skirt now sported a small dark stain. But it was over, the greatest meeting of her life was over. She might just make it. The virtual meeting was ending. The first man dropped off the call, then the other. Quickly, only Sarah remained. Mary-Ann felt as though she was drowning. The weight of her full bladder pulling her down in a sea of despair. She was struggling to breathe. Her legs, clad in pantyhose, were curled around each other like a vine. Twisted and tense, they attempted to hold back the deluge of hot piss in her tender bladder. It was no use. Mary-Ann felt a hot jet of piss spray into her panties. She gasped, her twisted legs parting under the desk. “Everything ok?” Sarah asked “I-ah…um…” Mary-Ann looked down A constant leak into her panties had begun. The clear, glistening liquid was starting to darken her chair below her. She could feel the searing heat against her crotch. Mary-Ann made a desperate plea, using the last of the strength to muster a statement. “I…need the bathroom…” Mary-Ann’s voice shook with the rest of her trembling body “Yeah me too. You can wait.” Sarah either didn’t care or wasn’t aware of Mary-Ann’s plight. Mary-Ann was just able to regain control. She could feel the damp wetness of her skirt against her butt, her now soaked panties clinging to her privates. And through it all, she saw a way out. As Sarah droned on about the contract Mary-Ann had just gotten out of, confidence suddenly stuck Mary-Ann. Maybe she could make it. She had leaked and spurted enough into her underwear that the urgent feeling was starting to dissipate. She had hope. And that was all she needed. Finally Sarah ended her thoughts and wished Mary-Ann a good day before dropping off of the meeting. She had no idea the fight that Mary-Ann had been in for the duration, nor the throbbing pain of her full bladder. Mary-Ann for her part had no idea of the effort she was about to expend. Standing from her damp seat, Mary-Ann attempted to walk from her desk, but the weight of her pent up pee pushed down hard, the force of gravity crushing her now tired muscles. A sudden, heavy, sharp pain stabbed her in the back. The mass of her filled bladder crushing her tired peehole. It felt as though every liquid she had consumed that day was pressing to leave. The agony of her full bladder was not lost on the rest of her body. She shook as she bent down, sweaty, tired and exhausted. Mary-Ann bit down on her lip, hard enough that she could have drawn blood. Gripping her desk, she crossed her legs and attempted to stand. She just lost another spirt. This one made through her pantyhose and dripping onto the rug below. As she stood again, now slowly and slightly bent at the knee, Mary-Ann lost another jet of pee. And then another. Finally, she stood. Slightly bent forward, unable to stand fully. The pressure and searing pain screaming at her to relent. She wouldn’t. Her hand jammed into the crotch of her business skirt, Mary-Ann used what was left of her dignity and her strength to walk towards the door. That’s when she had an idea. The trashcan just on the other side of the door. She could rip her pantyhose down and her panties to the side. She could do it. She was so close. Each step sent a stinging pain through her body. Each movement a herculean task. But she was close. She walked by the wet bar, both shot gasses too small for the ocean of pee inside her. Her eyes bore into the small container willing her to walk through her affliction. The door swung open. It was Karenna. The sudden movement startled Mary-Ann. She gasped. It was followed by a seeping warmth into her underwear. “Hey boss! I saw you were offline. Valerie called to set up a meeting and-” Karenna was thrown off by her bosses response. Her voice was weak, hardly audible. “I…I’m s-s…sorry…” In the confusion, Karenna went quiet. Her silence was quickly pierced by a sudden tapping. It was foreign to her ears. Karenna subtily tilted her head in an effort to understand what was going on. Something caught her eye. She looked down. A dark patch was appearing on the rug at her boss’s feet. It was expanding slowly. Karenna’s eyes followed the clear droplets of liquid, her brain slowly putting together what was going on. As their eyes met, Mary-Ann nearly closed hers, tears forming in her eyes. Karenna put it together. Her jaw dropped in shock. Mary-Ann was peeing her panties. It started quick, the first stream finally breaking through her panties and splashing loudly onto the rug. She gripped the heim of her beige skirt in a feeble attempt to deny what was happening. Her face burned red in embarrassment, the only sound was her pent up pee ruining her rug with a dull splash. She looked down again. What she was doing hit her. Her pantyhouse were ruined. Wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. Hot pee was dripping out the sides of her heels, and dribbling out onto a growing stain on her rug.Mary-Ann desperately tried cut off the flowing urine from her now hissing snatch. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, now soaked and warm. The pain of her attempt was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing. For all of her strife, it only weakened her flowing piss. She could no longer stop it, or even attempt to. Her body had gone too far and was too tired to bend to her will anymore. She realized that now. Giving in to her most basic need, she conceded that all she wanted was relief. Her legs shook, glistening as hot piss ruined her pantyhouse. Clear droplets splattered everywhere, dripping all over her rug. Mary-Ann Adimari, one of the top mortgage producers in the nation, now owner of her own mortgage company, was uncontrollably wetting her panties on her office floor. But Mary-Ann was too busy enjoying the emptying of her overfilled bladder into her panties to care. She didn't care about the rug she was soiling. She didn't even care that Karenna was witness to her hissing pee rushing out of her tired labia. As the many different rivulets made their way from the seat of her skirt to the rug, Mary-Ann bent forward. Her shaking knees and labored breath evidence of her defeat. Even as her rusing pee began to subside, its damage was done. Mary-Ann couldn’t bare to open her eyes as her continued to ruin her rug and undergarments in equal measure. Karenna could hardly process what she was seeing. Her boss, her secret crush, was a shaking, wet mess. Karenna wanted to hug her. To mother her. Tell her it was okay. Another feeling came over her. She knew what feeling it was. A grotesque perverted feeling of excitement. She scolded herself, and remained silent. Her bosses office was quiet. The rushing storm of her boss’s held urine now passed. Only the occasional drip from her ruined undergarments remained. Mary-Ann wanted to scream in relief. She was done peeing. The end to her torment was immeasurable. It was as if she had just experienced the most intense orgasm ever. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her stream had begun to stopped, her over saturated panties dripped the excess urine down into her soaked skirt and small beads of pee rolled down her thighs. Mary-Ann swallowed hard, feeling the tears in her eyes. Ahe briefly wanted to masturbate. In a fleeting moment she imagined herself ripping through her pantyhose and rubbing her clit like a crazed animal. But reality quickly set in. Mary-Ann was saturated from the waist down in her own pee. She had completly lost control in front of her only employee, and had just ruined a very expensive rug. She had no words. No excuse, no escape. Her emotions set in. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. She didn’t. She couldn’t. She stood as still as a statue, not a word spoken between the two women. Until Karenna spoke. Her quiet, soft voice still cut Mary-Ann sharper than any knife could. "Did you.. um...did, you just pee your pants?" A/N: So what did you think of the new first chapter? How did it compare to the old? What are your hopes for this new cannon? Feel free to let me know in the comments!
  4. As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.
  5. Hello! As you all might know, my good friend that I frequently collab with @SpectreLaugher has made many, many omo pieces using Garry's mod. And while I have helped him with making a few, I figured I would throw my hat into the ring and start making some myself, using some of the techniques I learned from watching him make some of his art! To start off I made some art of Raven Team Leader pissing herself, which I guess technically makes me the first person to make wetting art of her haha. Anyway, expect more to come! And as always, I'm always open for requests!
  6. Hello everyone I had an idea for an interactive fic staring the women of the MCU, characters and actors alike. The basic premise of the story is this the characters and actors periodically swap minds at random, and they only swap back when they wet themselves. So for example if Peggy Carter switched with Hayley Atwell the only way for them to switch back is if either Peggy had an accident in Hayley's body or if Hayley had an accident in Peggy's body. Now my first question is. Which way would you want to see this play out? A. The actor's mind in the character's body B. The character's mind in the actor's body C. Switch back and forth between A and B. (note if you choose this option tell me which one you want to start with either A or B) My second question is. Which character/actor pairing would you like? A. Kate Bishop (Hawkeye)/ Hailee Steinfeld B. Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)/ Scarlett Johansson C. Daisy Johnson (Quake)/ Chloe Bennet Now my plan is to write the next segment after I either get 5 answers or after 48 hours, whichever comes first, and depending on how many answers I get the number for answers might increase. Also every so often I may ask about choosing another character/actor pairing or staying with the current pairing. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to see some of my writing check out the RP section.
  7. Since the issue of private users refusing to friend others is becoming more of an issue, I figure we can all help each other out by having a request general where you can post the user videos you're looking for and others can share what they have. I have about 1200 friends so far on Thisvid so maybe I can help you out too cw: will likely be a range of wetting/messing/diapers etc. This user appears to have two Cassie videos I don't think I've seen before if anyone could rip them: https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-panty-poop-during-work-call/ https://thisvid.com/videos/chores-panty-poop/
  8. Greetings! Just another longtime lurker account that’s decided to chuck another interactive story into the mix. Long story short, I want to get in the habit of writing more frequently, so having to do a new update to this story every few days is a good start. So here’s the pitch: this is going to be a typical Fantasy/RPG style sandbox where you play as a mostly invisible sprite whose main goal is to nudge various denizens into various pee desperation situations, if the dice falls in your favor. I plan to keep this story pretty lighthearted and casual, any violence will be kept at a PG-13ish level, but I do expect explicit sexual content to come up. In terms of kink content, there will be furry or nonhuman characters (beastmen, kobolds, etc), explicit sexual content related to peeing, occasional diapers, and a hard no on any messing. I’ll have both male and female targets available to choose, but probably skewed more towards woman. I’ll get more into how the typical voting is going to be work once our first target is selected. For now, let us begin: ------------------------------------------------------------------- High among the snow-capped peaks scraping the roof of the world, far past where even the mighty griffons made their nests, lies a small crevasse in a cliff face. If an adventurer were to brave the blistering winds and freezing cold to slip inside, they would eventually come across a small chamber hewn deep into the mountain. Lit only by a few patches of luminous moss, an intricately carved marble statue stands proudly in the middle of the tiny room, all but completely hidden from the world at large. The subject depicted is a human woman of indeterminate age and long flowing hair, rendered completely nude. Oddly enough, the statue appears to be in some measure of distress, her legs tightly intertwined and her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Her hands are cupped around an immense bowl, hoisting it far above her head as if offering it to the very heavens. Drip…. A droplet of water, one of the few to propagate down this far from the melting snow above, detaches from the ceiling to land in the center of the proffered bowl. After an untold number of years, the water slowly begins to accumulate within, neither evaporating or freezing due to some intricately weaved spell work imparted by the original sculptor. Drop by drop, the pool of water nears the cusp of the bowl. Drip…. Drip…. Drip….Drip…. Suddenly, there is an audible click and a soft hum as a long awaited threshold is finally reached. The accumulated water in the bowl begins to drain, flowing down into the statue through previously concealed channels. The statue’s expression imperceptibly shifts to one of relief and a moment later the water burst forth once more from the barely visible slit nestled between her clenched thighs. Now tinted a pale yellow and rushing out with far more force than gravity could have provided, the water steams down the statue’s legs and begins to pool around her dancing feet and pedestal. The flood continues uninterrupted for several minutes as a loud hiss continues to fill the cavern. It was from this liberating release that you first became aware of yourself. Nothing more than a small mote of light rising from the still warm puddle, you quickly take stock of your new found surroundings. Your various streams of consciousness clash against each other, dozens of individual voices all clamoring to do something different. You focus in on what your voices do agree on. You are a sprite, a being of pure magic formed from devout worship to one of the many deities of the realm to serve on the mortal plane. And the god you were birthed of was…. It was…. “Oh! Hello there little one.” Startled, you reform into a unified consciousness and quickly scan around the empty chamber. To your mild alarm, it’s the statue itself that’s speaking to you, the head and neck now animated as seamlessly as if it were born of flesh and blood. You draw back and the statue’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern. “W-Wait, don’t leave!” She cried out and you float to a stop near the exit of the chamber. “I mean you no harm! It’s… just been a long time since I’ve had need to commune on this plane of existence.” She finishes sheepishly. Drifting closer, your many thoughts agree that you only sense a warmth and affection from the statue, something which you find yourself eager to reciprocate. Giving you a warm smile, the statue clears her throat. “While it may look like you caught me in an awkward situation,” she smirks with a nod to the expansive yellow puddle covering the cave floor. “I assure you I am right at home in these situation. I am the goddess Omoania, one of the lesser… no, minor….” Omoania scowls and finally rolls her marble eyes. “Fine. One of the many tiny deities that springs from the goddess of lust. I am the goddess of the full bladder, and the purveyor of many an accident.” You bob up and down in appreciation nonetheless, perfectly content no matter what your overlord’s standing in the pantheon is. Encouraged, Omoania allows herself a small smile. “Well, I mean it’s not as though I don’t have some followers. Especially when you consider how well made this altar is.” She pauses, giving herself a few moments to appreciate her own naked form. “But now I have you!” Her attention snapped back to you and you vibrate excitedly in response. “I’ve never had a sprite in the mortal plane before, I can’t wait to see what mischief I can get up to now. So heed my words closely, my little squirt. It is my wish that you embark out into the world and find subjects to gift me boons.” She gives another knowing look to the puddle below here. “The fuller, the better. Although I will be sure to reward you for encouraging any type of deviant behavior to their peeing habits.” You give another excited buzz, eager to fulfill Omoania’s wishes. Which you should be able to do by…. What were your spritely powers exactly? “Oh right, sorry. I’m a bit new to this.” Omoania winks at you and you suddenly feel new power infusing your ethereal form. You Gained 3 Skill Points! “Spend those boons however you wish.” Omoania nods at you. “I’ll be sure to pass on any more that I accumulate from altars like this one, it’s not like you have any completion for them at the moment. Though I expect the boons created through your actions will soon eclipse what the alters can offer. Remember, so long as they’re an intelligent and sentient creature, they can gift boons to me. Monsters, adventurers, demons, royalty…. I do tend to like a bit of variety.” She giggles. “But I can see you are eager to prove yourself, so I will not keep you any longer. You will need to return to one of these altars before long to regain your strength, but you should still have abundant time to pursue your chosen target. We will speak again soon my little squirt.” Giving you one last radiant smile, the statue returns to its previously innate state, now with a content smirk plastered on the woman’s face. Zooming through the narrow crevasse, you soon find yourself atop an expansive cliff face, the whole world sprawling out before you. The boons of Omoania still sit unspent inside your being, ready to strengthen your ability to influence the physical world. Reaching out with your senses, you detect at least three nearby locations with high mana concentrations. Surely one of those will have creatures that you can entice into giving boons to Omoania. You can’t wait to set out! ------------------------------------------------------------------- You have 3 Unspent Skill Point, choose attributes and abilities to level up. Skill points may be saved until later, but you may only level up at an altar of Omoania. Attributes – The sprite equivalence of basic stats. Leveling an attribute will make actions based in that attribute 5% more likely to be successful. Leveling attributes will also unlock new basic actions that can be performed on targets. Each successive level will require one additional skill point to achieve. Charisma – While a majority of sprites prefer to stay invisible and silent, your duties may be aided by directly communicating with your targets. You will speak to them as telepathic voice in their head, which they can sense and respond to. Charisma actions include using this method of communication to deceive, build rapport, and persuade targets to do actions they normally wouldn’t consider. Current Level: 0 Current Charisma Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Charisma action unlocked at Level 2 Conjuration – Through immense concentration, sprites can use their mana to cast minor spells to affect the physical world. Spells cast in such a manner primary focus on nearby inanimate objects as they cannot affect living creatures. Conjure actions include spilling a drink, tripping someone up, or holding a door shut for a short period of time. Current Level: 0 Current Conjure Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Conjure Action unlocked at Level 2 Influence – Sprites that deal more closely with living creatures are born with a more innate sense of the body and can influence various biological processes or reflexes. Influence actions include causing a target to feel thirsty, change their perception of ambient temperature, and even causing them to become aroused. Current Level: 0 Current Influence Bonus: 0% Skill Points needed for next Level: 1 New Influence Action unlocked at Level 2 Abilities – As a sprite in service to the goddess Omoania, you can tap into more unique spells that belong to her domain. Spending skill points on abilities will unlock and improve their functionality for your expeditions. These abilities can only be cast a few times per expedition, so use them wisely. All ability charges will be refreshed whenever you return to an altar of Omoania. New abilities as well as upgrades for the existing abilities will be unlocked as you gains boons from Omoania and spend time in the world. Bladder Ping – The most basic of Omoania’s gifts, this ability will allow you to approximate how full the bladder of your target is. Upgrades include addition charges per expedition, more accurate scanning, and the ability to ping nearby non-target individuals. Current Ability Level: 0 Current Ability Effect: None Ability Level Up Effects: Grants the Bladder Ping ability. The Bladder Ping is usable once per expedition and will tell you your target’s bladder level, rounded down to the nearest 10%. Skill Points Required to Level Up: 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------- From your vantage point, you can spot three different locations that look promising. You’re sure to find several likely targets at each location, but your various streams of consciousness will have to decide on where to go. Option A: Mountain Cave Dungeon At the base of the peaks sits a yawning cave that exudes menace. While the stench of undeath lingers heavily around here, the feel of the cave’s mana also promises many living creatures that call this place their home. High Monster Population, Low Adventurer Population Option B: Lush Pine Forest A little farther out sits a blooming emerald green forest. The area practically glows with both life and mana, showing a large variety in possible targets. Several major roads also meander through the area, a sure sign on many convoys and their protectors passing through regularly. Equal Populations of Monsters and Adventurers Option C: River Town At the edge of the forest’s influence sits a quaint yet bustling town set along the shores of a winding river. While small when compared to a proper city, a junction of several cross roads as well as numerous river boats promise that this is a busy thoroughfare. A prominent Adventure’s Guild outpost guarantees the peace, but there are always those that will look to encroach on the civilization. Low Monster Population, High Adventurer Population ------------------------------------------------------------------- Whew, that should do it for the first post. Vote below for your level up and location choices, you have enough starting skill points to get any attribute to level 2, or spread the points out how you see fit. Once a setting for the expedition is voted on, I’ll lay out several possible targets to pick from in the next post. Tie-breakers will be decided through a coin flip. Voting will close on September 8th, at 8PM US Eastern Time, with the new update hopefully being a day or two later. Thanks for reading!
  9. Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids😉
  10. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    An addendum piece to Omo-Bomber's Raven Team Wetting. https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/image/102886-raven-team-leader-wetting-1png/

    © Fortnite

  11. The author of the old topic deleted it. Let's open a new one. A theme for those who want to share their getting wet in gray clothes. While I am sending archive photos, I will try to make new ones soon.
  12. Does anyone have the first part of this video? It was actually posted here before, but as a Twitter thread. I think it was from a Japanese lady. She's heavily leaking, squirming, and making cute sounds in the two videos. Only the second part was ripped and uploaded to this site. barely_holding_on.mp4
  13. Hey all! ❤️ Thought It would be fun to start a 'Would You Rather' Thread! You would start by answering the persons 'would you rather' question, then make one yourself! Be as creative and crazy as you like! (as long as it follows the websites rules, of course) I guess, I will go first! Would You Rather.... Be in public wearing light coloured jeans desperate for a pee with no toilets around... or Have a wetting accident in front of a friend! Hope everyone has fun 💋
  14. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Pyro looked in just about every corner of 2Fort, but she just couldn't find a bathroom. Maybe next time she'll have to borrow one of Sniper's jars.
  15. (Small idea I had, first time posting any writing here!) -- She’s a good girl. Very willing to please. . Evie Meskin had been holding her pee for seven hours now, and it didn’t look like that would be ending any time soon. She smoothed the palms of her hands over her skirt (the grey one, the one her friend Nini said made her look taller) and tried not to jiggle her legs. She’d known what she was getting into, after all; she just hadn’t expected it to start quite so soon! What are they even doing in there? Sucking each other’s cocks? Well, Evie had seen the carpet, in the office she’d been so cordially locked outside of: she hoped they had Neosporin for the rug burn. Though, if the carpets here were being changed multiple times a year, she supposed it made sense they’d be budget quality… Evie caught her left foot tapping and jammed her heel forcibly into the polished floor, wincing at the dent in the wood. Oops. She hadn’t even been told to wear heels here, she’d just… wanted to make a good impression. A good impression before pissing yourself, the voice in her head mocked, gaining a distinctly gleeful lilt. Don’t worry about that scuff-mark, I’m sure these floors have seen a lot worse! This was definitely part of it, right? Leaving her out here while inside they droned on and on, muffled voices the only thing she could hear despite how hard she’d tried to listen (that had been during the first hour). Seven hours since her last bathroom break at that truck stop on the road, four hours of hilly mountain road, who-knows-how-long wandering around trying to find the correct entrance and go over the paperwork and then… her watch beeped, informing her it was 1800. An hour and forty-three minutes sitting outside this damn room filling up even more from the tea and fruit juice she’d been too nervous to refuse. God. She really had to pee. If they were going to forget about her, she might as well do something to help herself hold. Bouncing her legs was still out (these shoes under these high ceilings echoed) but there was no reason she couldn’t cross her legs. Carefully-- looking up and down the hallway to check for passers-by, though she’d seen nobody else since she’d come to sit out here-- she slipped her left leg over her right and pressed a fist at the apex of her thighs, where it would be hidden from view. Fuck. Evie tilted her head back against the wood-paneled wall and breathed out through her nose. She’d been clenching her muscles as hard as she could, but she could feel that they were getting tired, achy. If she let a tiny bit out, would it even show up on her skirt? Maybe it would dry before those inconsiderate jerks even came out to tell her where to go next. Don’t, she told herself. You promised you’d be good. And that sent a shiver down her spine, shifting her hips unconsciously against the too-thin cushion of the bench she’d been relegated to until someone decided she was worth remembering. Never mind the tea and juice, or the bottles of water you drank in the car coming here, or the lemonade with lunch that definitely didn’t have time to make it through her system before that truck stop. Her bladder throbbed. You don’t even know where the restrooms are, even if they do come out in the next fifteen minutes, could you find them before you wet yourself? She swallowed as the back of her neck flushed hot. Drip… drip… drip… drip… what’s that? Evie tore open her eyes and saw a woman with a mop leaning against the wall between the two elevators, eyeing the drops from the bottom as she lifted the braided ends out of a soapy bucket before her. The bucket was more full than Evie would have expected, for this kind of work. She realized she was squirming and tried to stop. She was almost successful. “Hello,” she squeaked, and then blushed darker, jamming her fist more firmly between her legs. “I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be able to point me the way to the bathroom? Just for now, they haven’t-- I’m—” her free hand was flailing. Mortified, Evie dropped it to her side, where it immediately curled around the edge of the bench and gripped tight. “Um. If you wouldn’t mind.” The woman raised her eyes to meet Evie’s with the kind of slow stateliness reserved for royal processions, and did not respond. She dunked the mop back into the bucket and pumped it up and down a few times. The sloshing was agony. Evie’s thighs pressed so tightly together she was almost worried she’d lose feeling. “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. Oh, she hoped the woman hadn’t heard her. “I’m sorry! I just, if it’s around the corner or down a flight of stairs or something, if you could tell me?” A wave of heat pulsed through her abdomen, and Evie clenched her teeth around her own question: a moment later she realized she could feel wetness seeping into the cotton of her panties. The first leak. “Please, maybe if you don’t know, you could tell me who to ask?” Slosh, slosh. Drip, and drip again. A whimper rose in Evie’s throat, but she choked it back before it could escape. “It’s a little bit of, um. An emergency. You see.” She was so red now she could feel it spreading to her chest, the very top of her head, the rush of blood making her dizzy. Both of her hands were white-knuckled. Seven hours. Why did she accept the tea? She knew it was a diuretic, she could have pretended to be sensitive to caffeine and gotten by with just the juice. Don’t think about the juice. Evie’s legs were shaking now, and she couldn’t control it. “That’s okay, I’ll just wait to see if anyone else!” She’s the first person you’ve seen walk by in two hours. There isn’t going to be anyone else The walls of her bladder squeezed in, excitement and alarm, and Evie jolted forward over her knees. “Do you come here often? Sorry, um, that was so rude, and not what makes sense at all, I’m being stupid. I just, kind of have to pee?” Nothing about the woman’s face made it seem like she cared, or even heard Evie at all. Only that unwavering gaze, steady, as Evie’s desperate bladder muscles definitely were not. She lifted the mop and let it slap (cruelly, Evie thought in near-hysteria) against the tiles, water seeping around it to form a puddle. Another dribble of wetness leaked out into her panties. Fuck. She really wasn’t going to make it. Why that tea! Idiot! Squish, slap slap. Squish, slap slap. Drip, drop, drip. Evie closed her eyes again and forced back another whine, using both hands to hold herself now. The fullness of her bladder was absolute: past absolute. It was so full even the expansion of her lungs threatened to force the urine out of her: there wasn’t enough room in her body. “Oh, fuck. Ma’am, I’m very sorry, but if you can’t tell me where a bathroom is I’m afraid I’m going to-- ah!” That leak had felt good, dangerously so. “I really hope these cushions are waterproof!” Sploosh. Back into the bucket. As Evie curled over herself, helpless to straighten up, the woman grasped the wire handle and leisurely walked across the wide space to stand in front of Evie. Finally, she thought, though she had no idea what for. Clearly she wasn’t being helped to a bathroom. Unless-- “They aren’t,” the woman said, her first time speaking. Her voice was low and icily cold. Then, with one hand as if bored by the motion, she titled the bottom of the bucket up and poured a long stream of water onto the floor. “No,” Evie gasped, as the rushing in her ears came to a head. “Oh, no, fuck, no no nonononono—” but it was too late: she tried to clamp down, but the splashing was more than her bladder could take. Pee gushed between her legs, spilling through the gusset of her pantyhose and into the wool of her skirt. She could feel it pooling underneath her, the force of it too strong to soak into even these-- not waterproof, her mind helpfully supplied-- cushions immediately; overflow poured down to her hem, sending rivulets to patter around her shoes. With a moan, Evie finally managed to wrench her tortured bladder closed-- but it was too late. She had wet herself, and this-- strange?-- woman had watched the whole thing. Her heart beat frantically in her throat. The small amount of pee still in her bladder swirled. Sooner rather than later, it would come out as well. The bucket was empty; Evie wished she could say the same. The woman turned it over and propped a corner on her hip, and for the first time an emotion flashed in her dark eyes. Evie was too addled to tell what it was, but it might have been interest. “Welcome to my home, Ms. Meskin,” the woman said, as Evie’s sodden pantyhose began to cool against her skin. “I hope you enjoy your stay. I’m sure you’ll fit in here perfectly.”
  16. View File Wetbbybrat - Rewetting My Panties Under My Super Soaked Diaper Wetbbybrat Submitter SamanthaABDL Submitted 05/26/2024 Category Female  
  17. View File ABDL__Princess - Rewetting Super Soggy Diaper Megamax Leaking in Lingerie ABDL__Princess Submitter SamanthaABDL Submitted 05/25/2024 Category Female  
  18. The point of this thread is to post commissions you've bought. I'll start with mine and will continue to upload in the future. Please don't forget to credit your Artists >:c Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/users/28169126 Artist: [email protected]
  19. Personally, I love incontinence pads. I think they fulfill the same kind or role as pullups for me. They're padding, sure, but you're not really meant to use it. Wetting a diaper is embarrassing, sure, but it's sort of expected. A pad on the other had, is more 'just in case' protection, it signifies you're not meant to have an accident. Which, of course, just makes the inevitable accident more exciting. I was just wondering what the general feel for pads was on the forum. As a side note, I feel like we're seriously lacking male pad content, so any boys who wear pads are welcome to share 😉
  20. Hello, I was wondering if anyone had some videos where while wetting you can see the relief shown on the face here’s a couple examples: (I didn’t add any videos because I believe some are on the dnp list) My personally opinion is that jasmine from b2b is the best at relief faces.
  21. Ok after literally being on this site for 2 years now I decided to finally contribute something. Basically I will be sharing holding ideas and things which at least for me, make holding way more enjoyable. I find that usually when I do holds it's not very fun and more painful than anything which is incredibly annoying if you have a strong bladder, but i'm here to fix that. Btw i'm a male. I'll start off by categorizing 3 types of holding based off of how they feel and what you need to do to achieve it. 1. Normal Hold 2. Bladder Exploding 3. Trying To Keep It In 1. This is usually the type of hold where you don't drink an unnatural amount of water and just try to hold as long as possible. It's most likely to happen in real life where you aren't holding on purpose. Now for me, I have never wet myself by doing this and most of the time just go to the bathroom because it hurts. I use my hands to help me hold not because I don't want to leak but more to minimize the pain. I really enjoy watching videos of people doing this but not really doing it myself. This is definitely be recommended for you if you're incredibly into the desperation side of holding while still having fun with a chance to wet yourself. 2. "Bladder Exploding" is exactly what this feels like. Basically instead of the pressure of the pee being where it's supposed to be it's instead all focused on your bladder/stomach instead. It feels like it's completely impossible to wet yourself and even leak. Normally what you would be doing when holding is probably dancing around with both your hands trying to hold, but with this the best strategy to hold is laying in a comfortable position without moving or putting pressure on your bladder and just wait, likely leading to a huge bladder bulge. Now if this sounds enjoyable to you then that's great but it completely isn't for me. It takes all the excitement away from holding and and watching people hold instead turning it into a game of not moving with your bladder feeling like a balloon for as long as possible. What causes this could be different from person to person but for me, I experience this the most when doing the rapid desperation technique. If you start experiencing in a hold I recommend just giving up because you're in for a long and painful journey ahead of you. 3. This is definitely my favorite type of hold and perfect if you dislike the pain aspect of holding and only like pee dancing while trying not to leak. Basically if you have always wanted to wet yourself without giving up and just peeing in your pants on purpose (I mean losing control) this will be perfect for you. The only problem is the fact that this probably won't happen to you normally if you have a strong bladder. Now im guessing you want to avoid number 2 happening to you, so I will tell you what to do if it does. If you still have lots of time left to hold I recommend drinking a lot more water then holding to where you are decently desperate and peeing, try again if you need to. What this will do is weaken your muscles so you will go from a 2 to a 1 where you can then start your hold. Now if you are instead aiming for number 3 and what I just mentioned doesn't work for you then try one final thing. If you are a guy try rubbing your hand up and down on your penis for a couple minutes like you do when you masterbate but obviously don't actually nut. What this will do is relax your muscles and you will soon find yourself struggling to keep your pee in and pee dancing. Now that you know how to make the holding itself more enjoyable I will share some holding games and ideas I enjoy doing. One of them is holding for a set amount of time and drinking a set amount or water with the goal to obviously not pee my pants at the end and I will punish or reward myself if I win or lose. (you can decide what that may be) I find that holding with a purpose is way more enjoyable and gives me way more motivation to hold as their are actual stakes. You can also replace this with a Milovana pee holding challenge with a good one being this: https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=52192 Another insanely cool idea I recently thought of is one that takes a different twist to holding. What you need to do is hold as much as you can until your absolute limit, you don't need to track how much you drink or how long you hold. The thing is at the end you need to track exactly how much you peed, I like peeing into a bucket and using a scale. For your next hold you get to pee whenever you want, however you need to make sure at the end when you pee that the amount is higher than your first hold, if the amount is higher you win if it's lower you lose. I don't know if this has been thought of before or not but I think it's incredibly cool. My final idea is not peeing before you successfully finish doing something. This could be anything but it's better if it's something you need to fully complete and not lazily do like sweeping the floor. I really enjoy doing this with a video game, for example not being able to pee until you beat a level or winning this many matches. So yeah, these are all the holding tips i've gathered from the years of having this fetish. I really hope this helps make your next hold more enjoyable
  22. This is a more explicit version of the story that I posted just a few days back. It contains descriptions about certain sexual acts that everyone might not be comfortable reading. Hence those who are interested in purely the desperation and wetting aspect, I’d suggest them to read this edition https://omorashi.org/topic/27446-blanket/ Thank you! ---------------------------------------- Clara had never let anyone know how much she liked seeing or hearing about men desperate to pee. She liked it so much that she would spend hours on the internet, searching for male desperation pictures and videos. Although these momentary bits of pleasure provided her with some satisfaction, what she actually wanted was to see a guy holding his crotch and crossing his legs while desperately trying not to wet himself. Clara had recently welcomed Alex in her home. He was her friend Bridgette’s only son, who had freshly taken admission to the city college. Since Clara was divorced now and had no kids of her own, she decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Alex stay in her place, of course until he decides to move out. They both would often visit his parents’ who lived in a nearby village. Bridgette and her husband would seldom pay a visit at Clara’s place too but usually, it was the other way round. It was another of those days when Alex and Clara had been to his place and were waiting at the station for their train to come, so they could go back home. His parents had also come to see them off at the railway station and Bridgette was getting a bit too melodramatic watching Alex go, although she would see her son again next weekend. Soon the train arrived and they both climbed in. Alex waved his mom and dad goodbye for another week as the train began to drag along the station platform. The compartment was only half full, so, they both decided to take the seats at the back, where no one would be seated around them. Alex took the window seat and Clara sat next to him. She popped in her earphones and turned on some light music on her iPod. It was a six hour long journey and Clara had decided to take every opportunity she could have to kick back and relax. She had been working till late for the past few days and hadn’t had the chance to catch up on her sleep. The air conditioners in the train had made the compartment quite chilly, so she pulled out a neatly folded thin blanket from her bag and wrapped it around herself, covering her hands and upper body. She always carried this blanket around, just in case she ever felt cold. Soon enough, with the motion of the train, she dozed off listening to the melodious rhythms from the treasure of songs on her playlist. Clara woke up, rubbed her eyes and checked her watch, it had been an hour since they boarded the train. She saw that Alex was busy reading a book, some kind of novel. A few minutes later, Clara noticed that Alex was fidgeting a little, moving his legs around, first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat while continuing to read his book. Maybe he needed to pee. But the train didn’t have any toilet facilities for the passengers to use and since it was an express, there was no chance of getting off at a station to use the loos either. Clara herself had been thoughtful enough to drink as less as she could before the journey but it looked like Alex hadn’t taken the same precaution. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Yeah..” Alex smiled, “What made you ask?” “Nothing, you look uncomfortable..” “Oh no, I am fine, thanks for asking..” he nodded. “Okay.” Clara pulled her blanket tighter around herself and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. When she woke up she looked immediately at Alex, he was also asleep with his open book resting pages down on his lap. She reached for her bag and retrieved the can of soda she had brought for herself at the station. She popped it open and emptied it in a few sips. She then placed the empty can back into her bag. A while passed as she sat looking out of the window. Minutes after they crossed one of the prominent stations on their route, Alex stirred awake from his slumber. Immediately, he placed one hand on his lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as he did so, he winced and looked outside the window. “Where are we?” he asked. “Oh, we are almost half way there. A little more than three hours to go,” Clara said, “Do you want something to eat?” “No..” Alex said shuddering a little. Clara noticed this and offered him the blanket that she was using, hoping it would protect the boy from getting cold. “Still feeling cold?” she asked. “No,” Alex answered in a low voice. Although Alex made it look like the blanket was helping, the actual reason of his shivers was his rapidly filling bladder and the chilly winds from the A/c were only adding to his problem. He had totally forgotten about the fact that the train they would be boarding to go back home didn’t have any lavatories. It was only when he got on the train that he realized how big a mistake he had made by drinking so much. He knew he was already holding a lot of urine and he could still feel all the water and coffee he had drunk, streaming into his bladder. He felt worried about having to hold it till they boarded off the train. A considerable part of the journey was still left and he dreaded the idea of waiting so long. He looked at Clara who was busy on her phone. He could never let her know about how badly he needed to go, that would be so embarrassing. Maybe, he thought, if he slept all the way to their station, he wouldn’t think about the building pressure the whole time. He turned himself towards the window, his back now facing Clara, tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes. An hour later, Alex woke up. It took him a second to get a grasp of where he was but he was soon overcome by a much more serious need. He had to pee, very urgently. Pressing his legs together he turned back around to face Clara. “Where are we now?” he asked her, unable to identify their location by looking out of the window. “Oh, we’re close, by my estimate, we’ll be there in two hours,” she said. The boy’s eyes widened when he heard this. That was a lot of time and he wasn’t sure if he could hold it that long. “Err.. if I am not wrong, we can catch another train from the next station for our place, can’t we?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yes, but why do you ask?” Clara looked at him. “Umm, I was hoping to get some snacks from the station canteen you know, I am starving..” he said, pulling the waistband of his jeans away from his swollen bladder. “Oh, is that it? I have a bag of chips with me,” she said as she quickly pulled it out of her carry bag, “I am sorry, I only have the plain-salted flavor.” “N-No problem, thanks,” Alex said, taking the packet from Clara. He reluctantly tore the pack open and had a few chips before placing the placket on his lap and looking dejectedly out of the window, bouncing his knees rapidly. Clara noticed this and also that he wasn’t eating anymore, although he had said that he was starving. That’s when it hit her, Alex needed a wee, the signs were so obvious. She fought a battle in her mind, thinking of whether she should ask him about it or not, but then decided to not run the risk of embarrassing the boy any further by talking about it. She went back to what she was doing on her phone, leaving Alex to his business. Under the blanket, Alex once again had placed a hand on his abdomen and was gently rubbing in a circular motion. He slightly rocked back and forth for a while before placing one hand side on between his knees. He checked the time with the other hand as he began to bounce his knees again before placing a hand between his knees also and squeezing his thighs together. His lower jaw was shuddering continuously and he looked a bit panicked. “Still feeling cold?” Clara asked. “N-No, but I really have to use the loos.” “Oh, I am sorry but I guess you’ll have to wait till we reach our stop then, there are no loos on board you know,” Clara said, pretending as if she didn’t know about it. “Hmm..” Alex sighed. Clara couldn’t help but feel turned on by his desperation now. She had always wanted to witness something like this but never in her wildest dreams had she thought of Alex in this situation. She knew it might be embarrassing for the boy and she wished he would get to relieve himself soon. Alex grabbed his crotch under blanket and his shoulders sagged in relief. He carefully touched his abdomen to feel how swollen it was even with the waist band of his jeans cutting into it. The pressure was very high and he had to think of a way to contain it before it got too late. He slyly undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. It took off so much pressure from his bladder. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the blanket at this point as it covered all what he was doing. Although, unbuttoning his jeans helped, his need to pee intensified much more after a while. Every now and then, Clara could hear Alex grunt in the back of his throat as he fought his body’s urge to let go. He arched his back and rubbed his bladder with one hand as he blew air out through pursed lips slowly. He couldn’t keep his legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knees. He remained like this for some time, head down, and eyes shut tight, seemingly not caring how he looked. “Alex, are you alright?” Clara asked in a concerned voice. “Oh it’s nothing, I just really need to go to the bathroom,” he said, keeping his eyes shut. “Well, is it an emergency?” she asked. “Oh no, I can hold it,” he replied quickly. “I hope the blanket is helping, feeling cold makes you want to pee more.” “Yeah, it’s warm, thanks,” Alex forced a smile, finally looking at her. Every now and again he wiggled his hips or pumped his knees and eventually he crossed one leg over the other to take some pressure off his sphincters. Every now and then, he lifted his head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to figure how far from their station he was. He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a good while before opening them for a second and closing them back again. He leant back on his seat and closed his eyes, knowing that calm is the key. Clara was doing her best not to stare at Alex. His desperation was making her feel so aroused but she somehow was managing to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to see him suffer like this, in fact she wanted to help him out of the situation but she didn’t know what to do. His fists were clenched and he groaned a little every now and then, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now. “Oh my god, I seriously need to use the loo,” he moaned, looking out of the window. Clara heard this and she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you think you can hold it till we get there?” “I don’t know, I feel like I’m about to wet myself,” he responded, closing his eyes tightly. Clara was sure he was holding his crotch under the blanket. His face was a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, and it looked like he was about to have an accident any second. She was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to squeeze his cock in an attempt to control himself. If Alex was already at this stage, with at least an hour to go, then he was going to be frantic by the time they arrived at their station. Was he even going to be able to wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do? Carla’s pulse rate increased as she thought about this. For the next ten minutes, Alex kept rocking back and forth on his seat, trying with every ounce of strength in his body to keep his pants dry. For Carla, this was a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was obviously and increasingly getting desperate to relieve himself. She knew that Alex was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting with all his strength to control himself. Although this was what she had always wanted to see, her heart ached for Alex. She wished he could make it to the toilets in time but knew his body was not up to this. Leaning forward slightly, he turned towards her, “ How much longer?” “45 minutes more,” Clara responded. “Oh no,, I’m absolutely desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long. I don’t know what I am going to do.” “Just try to keep holding it, Alex,” Clara said, “I know you can do it.” Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Alex had not made any attempt to hide his desperation, occasionally bending forward to squeeze his cock even tighter. Clara, who had never thought she would get to see something like this in her entire lifetime, was so excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible to look away, wanting to savor every moment. Was he going to be able to keep this up for another 45 minutes, she wondered. “It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I’m about to go in my pants,” Alex said, squeezing his cock with all his might, “I have to pee!” His final exclamation was accompanied by his body bending almost double, indicating a sudden surge of increased desperation. Clara had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered the empty can of soda she had drunk earlier during the journey. Although she wouldn’t have traded this moment with all the money in the world, Clara knew it was the right thing to give the can to Alex so he could pee in it. “Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before?”, she quickly pulled it out of her bag and showed it to him, “Is this any good? Can you manage to pee in this?” “Yes please, I can’t hold it,” he quickly grabbed the can from her, and removed the blanket from his body to reveal his already unbuttoned jeans. Clara’s eyes shot open on seeing the bulge of his bladder, it was like a basketball jutting out of his abdomen. She had never seen or heard of anyone with such a swollen bladder and she wondered how much he might be holding for it to get so distended like that. Alex frantically tried to get his cock out from his underwear and pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers. Fortunately there was no-one anywhere immediately around them. Although Clara really wanted to watch him pee, she steeled herself to look away but finally gave into the irresistible temptation and slyly watched with her side eyes. As Alex pulled his cock out, a dribble of pee accidentally escaped and wet the front of his jeans. Then he quickly brought the can closer to his penis, holding its tip close to the opening of the container. He immediately let out a thick stream of pee , pointing it directly into the can through the small opening. Clara watched transfixed at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly directing into the can. “Oh thank goodness,” he exclaimed, closing his eyes and throwing his face up in relief. He somehow managed to stop the flow when the can drew full but lost a spurt on the floor. “Oh no,” he gasped before regaining control.“That’s so much better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill more cans if we had them.” He slid his cock back into his underwear and adopted a more normal sitting position, placing the can on the floor, near his feet. “Thank you so much, you really saved me there, Ms. Stevens. I thought I was going to wet myself, because I really could not have waited any longer.” The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been caused by a big spurt in his under-pants, as well as the patch where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very clearly that he had not been exaggerating. He had actually reached the point where he could not have held back his pee any longer. “You’re welcome, I hope you are feeling better now,” she asked, her heart was racing because of what she had just seen but she tried to look unaffected. “Yeah, better than before, but I still have to go really bad,” Alex responded, crossing his legs and drawing in an audible breath. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Clara said. After around 20 minutes, he began biting his lower lip and resumed rocking back and forth, looking frantically out of the window. “Are you okay?” Clara asked quickly. His eyes met hers and she could see the worry in them. “I really want to go to the bathroom” he said, “The pressure is really building back up.” Clara reached forward and put her hand on his knee. “Are you going to be okay? Sorry to say this but we are still probably half an hour away from our station, are you going to be able to make it?” “I really don't know. I'm so desperate,'’ he said. Suddenly, for some reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed as if it would come to a stop. “What is happening?” Alex asked in panic. “I don’t know,” Clara answered. “Oh my god, tell me we are not stopping, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tighter and squeezing his crotch, looking around the compartment to see if anyone knew what was happening. The train came to a complete stop and time began to pass. Ten minutes later they began to move but at a very slow speed. Stations went passed but the train was simply not going at the speed it should have been, in fact unfortunately for Alex, it began to slow down again. Alex continued to hold himself between his legs as he painfully watch the train crawl. His legs were crossed and he was bouncing the top leg up and down. “This is so embarrassing”, he said through gritted teeth “It's getting really hard to hold it”, he had both hands in his lap and was pressing them down into his crotch. “I really can’t hold it much longer”, he said as he pushed his butt off the seat with his hands. His legs were still crossed when he did this and the look on his face was one of utter desperation. He took a deep breath in and looked out of the window. He sat back down but was moving more now that he wasn’t holding his crotch. He let out an infuriated moan and his fidgeting increased. The train passed by a few more stations with Alex pressing on his cock through the fabrics of his jeans and underwear. Clara was beginning to worry for him, it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to make it after all. They still had twenty minutes to go before they reached their station, Clara in fact thought it would be more since the train was crawling. At one point, the train went at walking speed for over ten minutes.Clara could see the boy shivering with pressure. She wished she had a bottle or something for Alex to pee into but unfortunately she didn’t. “It hurts so bad,” he said as a huge wave of pressure took him over and he did everything in his power to stop from wetting his jeans. They passed a few more stations, still going far too slow and then once again came to a stop. “I'm going to wet myself”, said Alex, “I don't think I can hold it anymore”, he was in complete panic. He raised his but off the seat, still with one hand buried between his crossed legs, and bent forward towards Clara. “Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes?”, Clara said, knowing full well that it was more like half an hour. It had been about 7 hours since Alex had last been to the toilet and he had consumed a lot of liquid. “I don't think so,” he said moving uncontrollably. “Oh my god, hurry up,” he sighed, rubbing his thigh with one hand and holding his crotch with the other, while breathing deep and heavy. The train once again started up and began to crawl forward. It picked up speed, probably to make up for the lost time. “Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?” Clara asked again. “I don’t know..” he replied, his facing frowning. He leaned back on his seat and grabbed his crotch as tightly as he could. “Just tell me when we are there,” he was in what looked to Clara to be a complete state of concentration. He was breathing deep and muttering to himself, “Hurry up, please hurry up....” Another station went by, not the station they were stopping at. Alex had begun to bounce and whine. '”Oh my god,” he said and began to shake his head. “This can't actually be happening”. “Oh my god,” he cried out again, “I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE hurry up.” ------------------------------------------------- Alex was almost in tears. Each minute seemed like eternity as he sat there, bursting to pee. They were just minutes away from their stop but Alex wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer. Just then, the train began to slow down again. “Oh no, not again, please, not again!,” he wailed. Clara’s heart beat reached a crescendo as the train started to crawl before it came to a halt completely. A boy, desperate to pee, was trapped in this train, sitting right next to her and she couldn’t have asked for anything more. There were no boundaries to the kind of arousal she was feeling at that moment but she felt bad for the poor boy too. She did want to help him but had no clue how to. At that moment, a very naughty but effective idea came to her mind, which might help Alex get to the station with dry pants and also give her some much needed sexual gratification. For a minute she considered the idea in her mind, thinking if she should tell him about it or not. Alex couldn’t sit still even for a second now. He was in a complete panic stricken state, moments away from peeing in his pants uncontrollably. Clara knew she needed to act quickly or else everything was going to be lost. “Err..Alex?” she said softly, “I think, I can help you with this but only if you promise you’ll not get angry on what I’m about to say..” her heart was beating fast now. “W-what?” the boy asked, unable to spare anymore energy. “Umm…if I’m not wrong, men can’t pee when the have an erection right? So, I was thinking if you could let me just….I don’t know…. s-stroke you…. , it might stop your pee from coming out…” she couldn’t stop shivering as she said this. Alex was her friend’s son and she wasn’t allowed to think of him that way, but she just couldn’t help it. She was so turned on. Alex looked at her shocked and confused, unable to believe what he had just heard. “Are you serious?” he said, his voice shaking due to his immense need to pee. He never had to pee this bad in his entire life and at this moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to hold it till they got to the station. “Yes, don’t worry, nobody will see,” she said. Alex turned his face towards the window and closed his eyes. This was certainly not something he was willing to do but anything at this point that might help him hold on was necessary. Clara carefully took his hand away from his crotch and with his pants already open, she slowly pulled away his underwear to reveal his cock. She took it in her hand and began to gently stroke. Alex let out a heavy breath, somehow controlling his emotions and his overwhelming need to pee. “Don’t worry, just relax,” Clara said as a small rivulet of urine escaped his pee hole and slid down her clenched fingers. His cock was fast to respond to the feminine touch around it and before long, it began to harden. “Just let me handle it, you don’t have to worry, I won’t let any pee come out, I promise..” she said, in a sultry yet concerned tone. Alex couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His bladder felt like it was about to explode, yet the sensation around his cock as Clara continued to stroke it, sent waves of pleasure across his spine. His entire body was twitching in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat there, helpless. Clara continued to pump his cock along its slippery length, with what looked like drops of pre-cum oozing out of it, “Is it manageable? Do you still feel close to losing control?” she asked. Alex just nodded his head in disagreement, still facing away. Clara felt exceedingly turned on and powerful, knowing that she was helping him hold on, “Let me know when you get close to cumming , if your erection dies, you might lose control,” Clara breathed. “Hmm..” Alex moaned, his lips pressed tightly inwards. Clara continued to masturbate the boy as the train stood there with no signs of moving anytime soon. Alex didn’t know how long he could take this. His need to cum was building up fast but he couldn’t just ejaculate yet. He needed to stay erect until they reached the station. It was the toughest battle his body had ever faced and he could only hope Clara would win it for him. Finally, the train began to move slowly. Alex’s breathing quickened as he edged close to having an orgasm. “I’m getting close..!” he said abruptly, his chest jutting up in an alarm to warn Clara to slow down. Clara decelerated the motion of her hand over his penis and just rubbed the base in a slight up down movement. The train began to pick up speed as she looked intently at the boy’s penis. Another tiny stream of urine flowed out of it and she quickly squeezed his cock to make sure not a drop more came out. She was shocked to think how desperate Alex might be that pee was coming out of him even when he had a boner. Clara kept his cock in her hand, squeezing it shut and hoping that nothing would come out till they got to their stop. Even with his cock standing in full attention, Alex wasn’t sure if he could hold it back any longer. Then the train once again began to slow down, they had finally reached their stop. Alex looked at Clara, “What’s happening?”, he said “Are we there yet?” “I think so,” Clara said, “Keep holding on, you’re almost there,” she continued, gripping his cock firmly. “My bladder is about to burst any second. I'm seriously going to wet myself,” Alex stated. “I’m letting go off you, from here on, it’s only you who can hold it…,” Clara said, leaving his penis before wiping her wet hand off with a tissue. “Oh..” Alex gasped as he slid his penis back into his underwear. With Clara’s sensual touch not around it anymore, his erection was dying quickly although he still felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the fear of wetting himself that was killing his horniness. He steeled his sphincters for what was to come and drew a deep breathe. ------------------------------ “I’ll get your luggage, you go pee,” Clara said as she saw the train drawing into the platform. It was as if the news that he was so close to relief gave him a bit of strength, he started to walk towards the doors, with a hand jammed in his crotch. Despite the embarrassment, he couldn't take it away for a second without completely flooding his pants. People were watching him now but he didn’t care. They both made it to the door and he couldn’t stand still even for a second. “Come on please god hurry up”, Alex whined in agony. Alex had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, and the other holding himself for dear life. “Oh come on, it’s going to come out.” They could see the platform clearly from in there and as they passed the main building, Clara said, “The toilets are there.” “Oh god” , he said bending double. “Just stop! For god sakes, please just stop!” Finally the train came to a halt and Alex desperately pulled on the door handle. “Come on, come on”, he said and finally they opened. Alex hurriedly stepped out of the train. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and Alex made for them as fast as he could. He still had one hand gripping his crotch. They weren’t moving very fast but finally they saw the toilets. “I hope the urinals are not occupied,” he said. Clara didn't want to tell him that she was almost certain the doors would be locked and he might have bigger problems to deal with. They got to the toilets and he turned the handle but the door didn’t open. “Oh my god!” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tightly as he felt a dribble escape, “It is locked!” Clara found herself at a loss of words, she didn’t know what she could do to help the poor boy out now. She saw a station master nearby and quickly walked towards him, “Excuse me sir but could you please send someone to unlock the loos, it’s an emergency.” “Well, I am sorry mam but it is time for a shift change and I guess, it would be an hour before the fresh staff comes in, the toilet can be unlocked only after that,” he replied before going his way. An hour was too long, Clara knew Alex wouldn’t be able to hold it till then. She hurriedly walked towards him, “The toilets won’t open for another hour, we’ll have to go home.” Alex, who was leaning on the toilet door with the support of his hand, visibly shook at this, “I can’t hold that long,” he said, a tear rolling out of his left eye. “You will have to. You’ve come this far, don’t give up now, it’s just a ten minute ride, you’ll make it,” Clara said as she picked the luggage and started to walk, “Come, quick!” she said, stopping on her way and looking over her shoulder at Alex, who hadn’t even taken a step. He somehow walked towards the taxi stand, just out of the station. He limped, holding his crotch, letting only a small leak out before he reached the taxi Clara was standing next to. “Get in, quick!” she opened the door for him and he carefully stepped inside, crossing his legs again. After hurriedly loading the luggage in the car trunk, Clara climbed in from the other side of the car, holding her blanket in her hand. The taxi pulled into the road and they began their journey home. “Could you please step on it?! We are in a hurry!” Clara exclaimed. “Sure,” the driver responded. Clara looked at Alex, his face, his tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, his hand buried deep between his legs, all told her how badly he needed to pee. She draped the blanket around Alex and pulled herself closer to him. She then covered herself with the rest of the blanket before wrapping her arms around his shivering body. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking and eyes brimming with tears. “I am just making sure you’re not cold, feeling cold makes you want to pee more you know,” she said with a smile. Tears rolled down Alex’s face. Clara gently guided his head so it rested on her chest. “I can’t hold it..” he cried. “You can, believe in yourself, you can hold it,” she said, slightly caressing the back of his head. He was shivering so violently, Clara knew he was on the end of his ropes. “I am not going to make it..” Alex wailed. “Ssshhh, don’t worry, you’ll make it, it’s not too long, you’ll make it..” Clara said, continuing to caress his head while looking intently out of the window, hoping they would reach soon. Alex clutched his crotch as tightly as he could and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything. It was at this point that his body slowly began to fail. Urine flowed out of his penis in long spurts and he began to cry helplessly. He could feel the wetness spreading across is lap. He pressed his thighs together in one last ditch effort to prevent himself from having an accident but soon the hot spurts turned into a violent stream. Alex wept in pain, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants. “It’s alright, we are almost there,” Clara said, still unaware of what was happening under the blanket. The boy’s urine began to soak into the seat and also into the blanket. Suddenly, Clara felt the growing wetness beneath her. She was shocked when she realized that Alex was having an accident, right there, in her arms! “Oh my god!,” she exclaimed. Alex broke down in painful gasping sobs when he heard this. He tried to pull himself out of Clara’s arms but she didn’t let him. Alex could barely feel himself peeing now, just the growing wetness around him. The only support Alex had at this moment was Clara’s understanding hug. He kept peeing for almost a minute and a half, and by the time he was done, he had completely soaked the blanket that he and Clara were sharing. His cries grew deeper as he hugged back Clara tightly. “Sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” she said. Alex couldn’t reply, he sobbed rest of the way there. When they reached home, Clara pulled herself out of the hug and stepped out in her dripping clothes. Her jeans were completely drenched from the back and her top had absorbed a lot of moisture from the blanket too. Alex trembled as he sat there crying. His breaths came between breaking sobs. “Honey, we're there, let’s go in,” Clara said, looking at the boy who was sitting with his face in his hands. He opened his side of the door and quickly stepped out to walk off towards the house. It was only when he stood up that Clara came to know how wet his own clothes were. His jeans were drenched from waist to ankle and his shirt was soaked at the back. She was shocked at the size and impact of his accident. She could’ve never imagined he had to go so much. Alex went straight inside the house, while Clara collected the luggage from the trunk and also paid the driver for the damage done to the back seat. Once inside the house, Clara went straight to the boy’s room, to find him sitting in a corner, with his knees buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his legs. “Honey, are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking up to him. Alex didn’t respond. With his face held down, he just kept crying. Clara slowly rubbed his back through his soaked shirt, hoping it would make him feel better. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’ll pay you back for all the damages, I am really sorry, please don’t tell mom and dad about this, please,” Alex cried desperately looking at her. “Oh no, honey,” Clara said, pulling him into a hug again, “You don’t need to pay me back for anything and I won’t tell anything to your mom and dad, now just relax,” she said, “Please stop crying, honey, it’s OK. It was just an accident.” Slowly but steadily, his cries died down but his humiliation remained. He could feel his damp clothes clinging heavily to his skin his entire body trembling in shame and embarrassment. “I really didn’t mean to...i- it just happened,” he whimpered. “I know sweetie and it’s okay. Now please stop crying,” she said, “Everything’s going to be OK. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.” Feeling tired and broken, Alex simply nodded to this. Once inside the bathroom, he put his wet clothes in the laundry basket and placed it outside the door for Clara to take it down with her. After a long shower, Alex came back in his bedroom and put on his pajamas, ready to go to sleep. Although he felt hungry, he didn’t feel like eating anything. When he was about to climb onto his bed, he heard Clara’s voice from the other side of the door, “Hey honey, I’m coming in,” she said. “Yeah,” Alex responded in a low voice as he climbed on his bed. When Clara walked in, Alex noted that she too had taken a bath and had changed out of her wet clothes to her evening gown. “I am sorry for ruining your clothes, I promise I’ll pay you back for it,” Alex said even before Clara could utter a word. “Alex, honey, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me back for anything. It was just an accident, I know you didn't do it on purpose,” she said before sitting next to him on in his bed, “Now, tell me, what will you like have for dinner?” “N-Nothing, I’m not hungry..” he replied softly. “Are you sure?” Clara asked. “Mmm..” he nodded. ---------------------------------------------------- “ Are you upset that I touched you down there?” Clara asked, looking at his frowned face. “Huh?!” he looked up, shocked at the abrupt question. He had decided not to talk to Clara about it ever again but since she had brought it up anyway, there was no point being apprehensive, “N-no, it felt g-good… “ “Really?” “Yes,” Alex nodded slightly. “Do you mind if I do it again?” she asked, shyly. “I- I don’t know…” Alex mumbled. Clara slowly pushed the boy’s shoulders so that he was lying on his bed. She slid his pajama and underwear down to find that he was already hard. “Oh honey,” she said as she held his cock in her hand and kissed its tip. Alex covered his face with both his hands as waves of pleasure ran across his body. It felt so good but he didn’t know if it was right. Clara was her mother’s friend but she was so attractive. She was a stunner at 44 years of age and Alex couldn’t deny the fact that he had at times, felt tempted towards her. His breathing fastened as Clara pumped the full length of his cock. The pre-cum dripping out of his hole made the motion of her hand all the more slippery. “I have a confession to make,” she said continuing to stroke him, “I was really turned on by your desperation in the train today. It was so hot to see you struggling to hold on…” Alex was stunned on hearing this but he didn’t respond. Things were sliding out of his control. He had never imagined everything would get so complicated. “-but you are my mom’s friend…” he said after a moment, still holding his face in shame, “It’s not right for us to do this…!” “So what?! Do you want me to stop?” Clara asked, jerking his cock faster. “No! Please don’t stop! Please! Keep going!” With the amount of pre-cum dripping out of his member, Clara was sure that he was going to come soon. Before long, his hips started to twitch and it was clear to her that Alex was close. “Don’t resist, just let it happen…” she breathed. Alex could feel his balls getting tighter and semen beginning to rise up the shaft of his penis. “Aaah!” he sighed as a thick white stream of cum, shot out of his penis, quickly followed by another one. Clara continued to stroke his boner as she looked shocked at the amount of cum shooting out of this young boy. “Oh my god!” he breathed as more ropes of semen exploded out of his dick. The cumulative sum of his orgasms was so intense, that he felt like he was about to black out. After a couple of more shots, his cock finally began to grow flaccid but Clara in her excitement, still kept stroking it. “Fuck, that’s a lot of cum!” she choked back a laugh. She was right, her hand was dripping with his seminal fluid and the bed sheet was soaked too. She couldn’t believe a human could hold such large volume of cum inside him. “I am so sorry! I’ll clean it up, I am really sorry!” Alex said, sitting back up. “No, no! It’s okay! I’ll just put the clothes in the laundry,” Clara smiled, still trying to absorb what had just happened. “I’m really sorry, that always happens to me,” Alex said, holding his face again. “Oh no! It was great!” Clara said, “But thank god you didn’t let that out in the train or else it would have made a huge mess on my clothes,” she laughed. “Yeah,” Alex said blushing. After they awkwardly changed the bed covers together, Clara advised Alex to take some rest. When the boy climbed back on his bed, she decided that it was time for her to leave. ----------------------------------------- His heart ached as he watched Clara walking out of his room. But when she reached the doorstep, suddenly, she turned around and looked at him. Before Alex could understand what was going on, she walked up to him and then, she kissed him. It was pure passion that flowed through both of their bodies for that brief moment. Suddenly, taking a step back, Clara turned around, “Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, switching off the lights as she walked out, “Sleep well and if you need anything just let me know, okay? Good Night...,” she closed the door and left. “Night,” Alex said dejectedly, as he lied back on his bed and his exhausted body pulled him into deep sleep.
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