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  1. Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Introduction Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica. Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji🍑, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool. Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact. Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together. Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock. On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip. Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall. Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it. As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store. It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee. As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before. Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it… alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have!
  2. Hello. My Name is Dennis, and this is my first post here and I wanted to share what happened to me this morning at work. This a completely real story and I wanted to post it while I could remember all of the little details. I decided to attach pictures of what I was wearing because I appreciate it when other people put outfit pictures in their posts. It paints a better picture than any amount of text ever could. A little bit more background information about me is I'm 24 years old, just graduated college and started an awesome engineering job in a new state. I'd like to describe myself as attractive, and have an unintentionally flirty personally (as my girlfriend would say). As far as Omorashi stuff goes I enjoy playing the role of being a well dressed man with an achingly full bladder not being able to sit still and knowing that women are enjoying what they're seeing. The embarrassment really gets me going, and even typing this out is making me blush like crazy. Pink and blue plaid shirt with light grey dress pants. The underwear that I was wearing. This is my favorite style and the cut is known as "hip briefs". Much more flattering that basic briefs in my opinion! Moments after this story happened I texted it to my girlfriend. I've decided to keep the story in it's raw "text messenger" form; However when I was texting it to her she interrupted and replied back several times before I could finish the story; I've decided to leave her comments in. Please keep in mind that I am an engineer, and not a writer! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dennis: I just completely unintentionally peed on/in my pants a little bit... Lacey: Can you tell? Dennis: So we had a quick little meeting and right after I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I worked at my computer for about 10 minutes but it very quickly became an emergency. I drank a new lemon flavored tea this morning and something about it made me have to go really quickly. I noticed that my knee was bounding up and down and decided it was time to get up and go. It felt like my bladder filled up in seconds. I walked to the bathroom and to my horror the cleaning lady was in there! I went back to my desk to wait a little bit and had to cross my legs really tightly under desk hoping that my coworker wouldn't notice that my legs were pretzeled together and bounding up and down. I was officially potty dancing in my chair at work. I kept looking at the clock begging the time to go by sooner but the minutes dragged on. After 10 minutes I couldn't wait anymore. I went back to the bathroom to go check if the cleaning lady was done yet. When I walked up to the bathroom my heart sank when I saw that the cleaning lady was still in the men's room and there was another well dressed woman standing outside talking to her. The well dressed woman could probably tell how desperate I was because she looked at me and said "I think some people need to use the restroom!" to the cleaning lady. When she said that I was too embarrassed to say anything. I froze up. My brain screamed "ask if you could use the women's room!!!" but I felt so awkward I pretended that I wasn't about to wet myself and walked right past them down the hallway and out the door of the office. I decided to go to my car and try to find a bottle to pee in because I didn't have any other option at that point. Lacey: Uh oh! And you're wearing light pants too? That's so risky Dennis: When I got to my car I desperately looked for a empty water bottle. The entire time I was shaking my butt in the car seat, rapidly opening and closing my legs, bouncing up and down, and doing anything I could trying to not wet my pants. I finally found a water bottle and quickly took out my penis and pressed it against the tiny mouth opening. I couldn't believe I was doing this in the parking lot at work. "why do they make the mouth openings so small now? This is hard to pee in even for men." I thought. I tried to pee but the angles were all off and the pee wouldn't come out because my penis was bent in such a way I guess it was kinked like a garden hose. I tried and tried but only a few quick jets of pee would come out. I finally gave up but could still feel pee in the tube of my urethra, so I to very carefully tried to put the bottle down and put my penis back into my pants. Just as I moved the bottle out of the way another jet shot out and sprayed my leather seat between my legs. Lacey: That sounds so embarrassing! Hope nobody saw you peeing in a bottle 😳 Dennis: Within a millisecond I lifted my butt up to avoid the pee rolling back and soaking the seat of my pants. Another dribble of pee came out and shot straight up in the air and a few drops came back down and landed on the crotch of my grey pants leaving a wet patch. I very quickly shoved my penis back in my pants, only buckling my belt without zipping up, and start speed walking towards the wood. I was praying nobody would be walking on the trails back there. I speed shuffled deeper in the woods to get out of sight of the office building while grabbing at my belt begging to finally let go. Off in the distant I see two women on the trail walking my direction. I figured that if I pee fast enough I'll have just enough time to not get caught by them and see my embarrassing situation. Without having time to think about how embarrassed I would be if someone saw me peeing anywhere a toilet, I whip out my penis and see that I have already been dribbling because drops were now hitting the pine straw and leaves as soon at I get myself out of my pants. With my back turns toward the walkers on the trail I peed forcefully and surprised myself with how much pressure the stream was hitting the ground right between my feet and making the most satisfying puddling and tricking sound ever. I felt like I let a gallon of pee out. I noticed how it was mostly clear and had a slightly yellow tint to it. As soon as I got done I zipped up and walked back towards the office like nothing happened. I hoped my face wasn't too red when I walked back inside. After sitting at my for a few minutes I noticed that my briefs were damp. I must have been dribbling during my dash from the car to the woods.... Lacey: Did anybody know you peed your pants? were you all flustered and red? Dennis: I don't think so. My pants were mostly dry by the time I got back to the office. And yeah I my face felt hot walking back inside. I need to throw my pants in the laundry when I get home and I have to sit in wet underwear for the rest of the day. 😥 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if you want to hear more of my stories! I have a few about driving home from work in the car (my favorite omorashi scenario). Feel free to ask me anything!
  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She really has to pee, but she... is in trouble and can't leave!" And oh puppy, is this girl in trouble... Remember when our poor advertising executive "popped" during her pitch and ended up jetting a stream of hot piss through her panties into the planter of a fake ficus... all while the entire executive board of the company to which she was making said pitch was still in the room?! Well, here's a window into how that next day went for her: Called into her boss' office to (hopelessly, let's be honest) beg to keep her job... just as she had finally gotten to the end of her rope and started tip-toeing to the ladies' room. I mean, can you blame her? She'd just kept her head down and tried to get a ton of work done without drawing any attention to herself... pee-breaks weren't exactly a high-priority. The only problem, is now she's getting grilled while retaining an entire day's worth of anxiously collected urine --- probably doubled in volume compared to her usual fluid intake due to the neurotic sucking-down of her water bottle whenever memories of the previous day presented themselves... which happened frequently. So, her bladder is FULL. Really, really FULL. It's quivering and rock-hard, like a large coconut. Maybe the mental anguish is helping her keep everything "squinched", because she is certain that she's surpassed the level of need that she felt during that pitch. She's probably going to be fired, but to be honest, the only thing on her mind is whether she'll get to pee before security escorts her out... As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! Getting fired is pretty humiliating. Getting fired while completely naked (and, of course, dying to pee) is another level of humilation, entirely! So if you want to see that little spectacle, consider checking it out! XD
  4. This is a true experience that took place a couple of years ago, when I had just started my very first job after graduating university. I was assigned to a major project being run in the company’s UK head office, which was around a 2 hour drive from where I lived, but could take longer depending on traffic. On my first day on the project I woke up early at 5am, used the bathroom and had a shower, wanting to set off early to avoid being caught in the morning rush hour traffic. Wanting to impress my new work colleagues I decided to dress professionally, in a light blue fitted shirt (sleeves rolled up because it was a warm day), slim fit grey suit trousers, black CK boxers, black socks and a pair of smart black shoes. I was quite tired after getting up so early, so I drank two very large mugs of tea to help wake me up. I had a little bit of preparation work to do before leaving and was quite thirsty, so as well as the tea I ended up drinking a couple of large pint glasses of water as I worked (around 1 litre in total). I left my house a short time after 7am, a bit later than I planned to, and not long after setting off I wished I'd had one last pee before leaving because I could feel my bladder starting to fill up after all the tea and water I’d drank earlier. After around half an hour in the car I was making steady progress, but now had to fidget around a bit in my seat as I was really starting to need a piss quite urgently, my bladder rapidly becoming fuller, firmer and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. After another half an hour I started to hit really bad morning rush hour traffic as I reached the outskirts of the town where the head office was located, and by this point I was absolutely dying to go for a piss, desperately hoping I would find somewhere convenient to stop so I could run to the gents and relieve myself. I squirmed in my seat and tapped my thigh as the traffic crawled along, occasionally reaching down to squeeze myself through my trousers as I looked around desperately for somewhere suitable to stop. After a few minutes crawling along in slow moving traffic I saw a petrol station up ahead and decided to pull in and take an urgently-needed toilet break. I parked up and hurried inside, quickly looked around but couldn’t find the toilets anywhere. I asked the woman on the till, who told me apologetically that they didn’t have any toilets for customers. I tried to hide my disappointment as I bobbed on the spot and stepped from foot to foot, asking her if she would possibly let me use the staff toilet really quickly. Although she was very sympathetic (I think she could tell that I was bursting to go), she explained that she wasn’t allowed to let customers through to the staff room where the staff toilet was located. I said that was fair enough and thanked her anyway, and she gave me a sympathetic look and said "I’m really sorry, hope you find somewhere". I returned to my car and gave myself another squeeze through my trousers, leaning forward and moaning under my breath, then set off again towards the office. After another half an hour or so spent sitting in agonisingly slow stop-start traffic, squirming and bending forwards in my seat, jiggling my thighs, fanning them in and out and squeezing my cock tightly with one hand as I worked the pedals, I was now really close to the office. I still hadn’t found anywhere to stop and use the gents, and by this point I was so incredibly desperate to urinate that I was in real danger of completely soaking my trousers and car seat if I didn’t find somewhere to relieve myself very, very soon. The problem was that my sat nav had directed me to a quiet residential street and told me that I had reached my destination, but I could see no sign of the back entrance to the office car park that I was looking for. I pulled over and looked at my phone to try and find the correct route, bouncing my legs frantically and holding myself with my other hand. “Oh God I need a piss” I muttered to myself as I checked my phone, which also seemed to indicate that I was very close to the entrance. I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, and just for a second I was seriously considering relieving myself quickly against one of my wheels, or into a clump of nearby bushes, just for a few seconds to release a tiny amount of the relentless pressure on my bladder, but there were far too many houses around and I was worried about being seen. As discreetly as I could, I undid the clasp of my trousers and pulled down the zip slightly, trying to give my very full bladder a bit more room. I walked up the road, trying not to jolt my bladder around too much, hoping to find the entrance to the car park (or somewhere discreet enough for a very quick pee), but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I went back to my car, standing facing the door as I looked for a different address for the office on my phone, crossing my legs and reaching down to give my cock a nice, hard squeeze for a few seconds through my trousers. "Ohh I really need to go" I sighed to myself. I was really, really tempted to pull down my zipper just a little bit more and relieve myself discretely for a moment against one of the tyres on my car, just a quick spurt of pee, but I noticed somebody walking in my direction from further up the road, and I was sure that she would see me. I had found the address for the main entrance to the office so I got back into the car and put this into my sat nav, which told me that the office was located at the far end of a nearby business park. I sighed in frustration, squeezed myself again and set off quickly, hoping to get there before I soaked my car seat (and my suit trousers) with a waterfall of piss. It was now just after 9am and the traffic at this time was really bad, so it was another 15 or 20 minutes before I eventually battled through queues of cars to find the entrance to the business park and drive as quickly as possible to find the office. Eventually I saw the office building up ahead and found the main car park entrance, and I joined the queue of around 4 cars waiting to get through the security barrier. As I pulled up to the back of the queue and concentrated on remembering my employee ID number, I felt a few drops of pee dribble out into my boxers. I swore and immediately reached down to hold myself, loosening my seatbelt which was tight across my rock solid bladder. "Oh come on, come on, come on I need a PISS"’ I moaned out loud, leaning forwards in my seat and unzipping my trousers further before squeezing myself hard, tapping my thigh in frustration with my other hand. My boxers felt damp against my penis and I knew that I didn’t have much longer before I lost control. It took another couple of precious minutes to get through the barrier and find a parking space. With every short delay, I was getting closer and closer to losing control of my bladder and soaking myself. I had to tense my thighs and grit my teeth as my car went over the speed bumps in the car park, making me moan out loud as my full-to-the-brim bladder was jolted and shaken around. By the time I had finally parked up I had lost another few dribbles of pee into my already damp boxers. "Fuck I’m gonna piss myself" I moaned under my breath, holding and squeezing with one hand as I shut the engine off. Relief was so close now, I just had to hang on for a few more frantic minutes until I’d made it across the car park, signed in at the reception desk and then found the nearest toilet. I stepped out of the car and jiggled on the spot as I zipped up my trousers and re-fastened the clasp, sucking in air through my teeth as my bulging bladder was pressed snugly and firmly against the waistband. I was so, so incredibly desperate to piss, absolutely frantic to relieve myself. The urge to relax my muscles and piss into my trousers right there next to my car was almost unbearable. Again, I was seriously considering trying to pee discretely next to my car, just for a couple of seconds to relieve some of the agonising pressure, but as soon as I started to loosen my zip a woman pulled into a parking space very close by. I blushed, turning towards my car and opening the passenger door to grab my laptop bag, quickly zipping my trousers back up. She smiled at me and we exchanged a friendly "Good morning!" as she walked past, her high heels clicking on the ground. It was no good, there were too many people around and far too risky to try and piss where I was, I had no choice but to clamp my muscles tightly and last for just a few more minutes. I walked into the office as quickly as possible without jiggling my bladder too much, desperately trying not to wet myself. As I walked, I felt a leak of piss dribble into my boxers then slowly trickle down one of my thighs. I reached down and squeezed myself again before quickly letting go. "Come on, come on, not long now, just hold on" I thought to myself, willing my bladder to contain the ocean of piss inside until I found a toilet. I glanced down, but despite all the leaks I didn’t notice a wet spot on my grey suit trousers. Entering through the doors, I looked around the huge reception area, impressed at the size and architecture of the building but also disappointed that I couldn’t see a toilet. I hoped I’d be able to find one further inside after I’d signed in. There were two receptionists sitting at the large round wooden desk, one of them was talking to the woman who I’d just seen in the car park, and the other receptionist was free. Lucky really, there was absolutely no way that I could possibly stand still and wait in a queue at reception even for a couple of minutes without losing the battle with my bladder. I walked over to the receptionist, a very friendly and attractive blonde lady in her 30s, and told her my name, explaining where I was normally based and why I was visiting the office, trying to keep my voice steady and not dance around on the spot too much. I showed her my work ID card and she handed me a form to collect some details. I jiggled up and down a bit as I wrote down my information, stepping from foot to foot and occasionally crossing my legs while bobbing on the spot, squeezing my thighs together. I absolutely could not stand still anymore and the only thing on my mind was reaching a toilet before I wet myself. It was probably really obvious to anyone looking at me that I was bursting for a pee but I was almost past caring at that point. I just really, really, really needed to find the gents before I had a very embarrassing accident and made a puddle in the reception area. As I finished writing my car registration number down on the form I lost control again just for a moment, a longer spurt this time, with more dribbles of warm piss escaping my bladder and trickling gradually down my leg towards my sock. I sighed quietly under my breath and placed the completed form and pen down on the reception desk, bending forwards slightly and pressing my clenched fist against my crotch just for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot again. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to wet myself in the lobby of head office, right there in front of the receptionist. I glanced at my watch. It was now almost 9:30am. I crossed my legs again and bent forwards slightly, placing my hand in my pocket to hold my leaking cock. I thought back to when I had last pissed, at 5am that morning, which was really only a few hours ago but felt like absolutely ages. My boxers felt soaking wet with pee and I was sure that a small wet spot must have appeared on my trousers, but I didn’t dare look. The receptionist glanced up and took the finished form, thanked me and asked me to hold on a moment while she activated my visitor’s pass, which would allow me to get into the main office area. She asked me if I’d had a long drive, and I nodded. “Yeah, just under two and a half hours, traffic was a nightmare” I said breathlessly as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, still holding myself through my pocket, trying (and failing) not to let on that I was about to piss myself in front of her. She laughed and told me “Oh it's always bad on that route, there’s not really anywhere to stop for a loo break either” she said, giving me a knowing smile. I blushed, wondering if she’d noticed how badly I needed to pee. I had to wait for a few more vital seconds as she finished activating my pass on her computer, expecting to lose control at any moment, squeezing my soaking wet cock as hard as I could through my pocket. My muscles felt weak, fatigued by holding a painfully full bladder for so long, and I actually couldn’t believe I was still holding on. I had never been so close to wetting myself in public before, but was determined to hold out until I’d finally reached a toilet. Relief was so, so close now. "All done, here’s your pass, do you want me to call someone to collect you?" she asked, smiling at me as she held out the visitor’s pass. "No that’s OK thanks, I’ll find the way" I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was for my new colleagues to see me in this state, desperate to piss and with soon to be soaking wet trousers. She smiled at me and said "OK!", and I thanked her and began to turn around and head for the doors to the main office before turning back quickly, my cheeks already blushing at what I was about to ask. "Actually, sorry, erm, where abouts are the toilets?" I asked shyly, keeping my voice quiet, jiggling on the spot. She smiled at me again and replied "Use your pass to go through the revolving doors over there on the left hand side, go through another set of doors which again you’ll need to use your pass to get through, then go through the door immediately to your left after that second set of doors and you’ll see a long corridor, then you’ll find the toilets at the very far end on the left hand side. There’s also more upstairs on the upper floors" she said quickly, clearly well rehearsed in instructing visitors where to find the toilets. Then, noticing my slight hesitation (I’d already forgotten half the steps, far too desperate to concentrate) she asked "Would you like me to show you the way?" "Yeah, please, thank you so much" I said gratefully, yet again having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, bending forwards slightly. She turned to the other receptionist, who was in the middle of signing in the woman I’d said Good Morning to."Back in a sec, I’m just leaving the desk for a moment so I can show this young man where the toilets are" she said, and the other receptionist laughed and said OK, glancing at me and smiling, as did the woman she was signing in. My cheeks went even redder as by now it was probably fairly obvious to everybody in the reception area that I was absolutely bursting for the toilet, but I just couldn't hide it. If I tried to stand still or stop fidgeting around I'd almost certainly piss myself, which would obviously be far more embarrassing. The receptionist left the desk and we walked quickly towards the doors, her heels tapping sharply on the wooden floors. I think she sensed my urgency and didn’t want to delay me any further. She showed me how to swipe my pass to get through the revolving security doors, and then took me through the second set of doors."‘Just down here, walk all the way to the end and you'll see the door to the gents on your left hand side" she said politely as she opened yet another door, leading to a long, quiet corridor. I thanked her breathlessly as I stepped through the door, another dribble of wee escaping into my boxers, barely holding onto my bladder now that relief was only moments away. "You’re welcome" she said warmly, smiling at me again before turning to head back to reception. I rushed down the long corridor towards the toilets, walking so quickly that I was almost jogging, reaching down to hold myself again as I felt another long spurt of piss teasing its way down my leg, shortly followed by another. "Fuck I’m pissing, I can’t hold it, it’s coming out" I moaned softly, and as I closed in on the door to the gents I started to unbuckle my belt and open the clasp of my waistband in fierce anticipation. I slammed the door open, another long leak trickling into my very wet boxers, and was pleased to see that nobody else was in there. There was a single toilet cubicle directly in front of me, a sink to my left and a single urinal on the wall at the back. Not breaking stride, I strode into the cubicle, my belt already unbuckled and the waistband of my trousers opened, and turned around to slam the door closed behind me. I bounced frantically as I fiddled with the lock, feeling yet another jet of piss burst out into my boxers and dribble warmly down my thighs, before whipping round and struggling to unzip my trousers. In my haste, the zip had got caught in the material, so I had to slowly ease it free before unzipping them the rest of the way. As I fiddled around desperately with the zip, standing there bouncing in desperation right in front of the toilet, I swore under my breath as I felt my muscles finally give up the fight against the ocean inside me. I started peeing forcefully into my boxers, unable to hold back for a moment longer, and a couple of seconds later I finally managed to unzip myself and hurriedly pull out my cock which was still peeing freely, accidentally spraying piss all around the toilet before pointing my stream down into the water. The sound of my wee splashing forcefully against the water immediately filled the small bathroom, and my bladder was so painfully full that it took a good few seconds of very forceful pissing before I eventually started to feel like I was emptying it. I moaned out loud as I noisily relieved my bursting, bulging, throbbing bladder, my strong stream going on and on with no signs of slowing down, and the feeling of releasing the pressure was just so good. I had been absolutely aching and longing to piss for hours and I couldn’t quite believe that I had made it without completely wetting myself. I hadn’t made it completely dry though, as even as the piss continued to stream out of me with force into the water below, I could feel how soaked my boxers were against my skin and how damp the legs of my trousers had become. I could actually feel trickles of warm pee still moving down my legs and slowly soaking into my socks. I’m sure I was pissing hard for over a minute before I felt my stream eventually lose some pressure, continuing for another minute or so into a slow trickle. I pushed out a few more final spurts and sighed loudly as I finally finished my massive pee. Relief! The feeling was almost too good to put into words. I looked down to check my boxers and trousers. The entire front of my boxers was completely drenched, absolutely sopping wet with piss. Thankfully though, my trousers weren’t too bad. There was a small damp patch just visible on the crotch, a only a couple of noticeable darker streaks on my inner thighs. Thankfully my boxers had done a very good job of absorbing most of the leaks and spurts, and I was glad that I had chosen to wear darker grey suit trousers rather than a lighter shade. I used toilet paper to dab my boxers and trousers dry as best I could, then a few more minutes using the powerful hand dryer by the sink, standing on my tiptoes so that the hot air reached my crotch (listening carefully for any footsteps coming down the corridor). Luckily nobody else came in, and despite my boxers still feeling damp and a very faint darker patch just about visible on the crotch of my trousers, I managed to get myself pretty much dry. Just before I left the bathroom I noticed that I actually really needed to piss again, so I relieved myself into the urinal. I was peeing for a surprisingly long time and I wondered if my bladder had been so full earlier that I hadn’t been able to empty it completely. Eventually, I washed and dried my hands and left the bathroom, my bladder still aching slightly from holding so much, but happy and relieved that I had just about managed to avoid a very public wetting accident at work.
  5. From the album: Jailor Eckman's (Fluffier) Hoard

    Prompt: "She really needs to pee, but she... is waiting on hold!~" That moment when the "relaxing" on-hold soundscape of tinkling piano melodies mixed with a slow-moving creek becomes precisely the opposite! As usual, the nude and text-less versions are on my Patreon!
  6. Burstin

    Desperate Cashier

    Today at work was busy, not just normal busy, crazy busy! I had been running around all morning from department to department to try and keep things moving. I knew I needed a wee but there was literally no opportunity for me to go, the entire situation got much worse when someone called in sick. As a manager it is my job to fill in if this happens, so I dutifully took my place on the till while another manager headed off to try and arrange some cover. The second I stood still at the till I realised how desperately I needed the loo, it was bearable when moving around but standing still it quickly became apparent that my bladder was way fuller than I had had time to realise! I was distracted and uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do, cover would be arranged shortly so I had to try and ride it out as best as I could. Most of all I had to try and hide my desperation from the customers, which was a little difficult since I was fairly fidgety. An hour later my fidgeting had escalated to an inability to stay still, I needed to go so badly that it was all I could think about. The discomfort had given way to painful cramps and my bladder was now so distended that it was impossible to ignore. My legs were crossed and my foot constantly shook and tapped on the floor as I fought the urge to let go with all my might, I made mistakes, typed in wrong items and had to really concentrate on counting out the correct change. I radioed my colleague “Any news on some till cover?” his reply wasn’t what I wanted to hear “I haven’t even had chance to look at it yet I’m on a department myself!” I groaned inwardly as a customer approached and I forced a smile. 15 minutes later I could barely manage to hold on, “Hey, have you managed to find any cover yet? Or could someone just cover me for 5 minutes for a code 1” code 1 was our way of saying toilet break without the entire shop hearing… I waited for a response while I served another customer, legs firmly crossed, thighs squeezed together, searing pain ripping through my oh so swollen bladder and no idea of when I was likely to lose control. I slipped off my suit jacket, I was boiling hot and could feel that my cheeks were flushed red. “Are you okay? You don’t look very well?” the customer observed, “I’m fine thanks, just a little warm” I replied with an attempted smile as I bent forward slightly to try and ease the pain of a particularly powerful cramp. “It’s okay, I get them too” she whispered, leaning forwards. “I’m sorry?” I enquired, groaning a little as the words stuck in my throat, I was struggling to breathe without causing extra pressure. “Period pains…” she whispered “… I can tell by the way you’re bending forwards and look so uncomfortable, you should try something warm, it really helps” she continued sympathetically. “Oh, erm, no, I… I mean, I mean yes, yes thanks, I will, erm, I will definitely try that, thanks!” I stuttered, not wanting to share the real reason for my discomfort, not really wanting to even talk, barely able to string a sentence together through desperation but at the same time trying desperately not to be rude. Finally she moved on, I gripped the counter with both hands before leaning forward and placing one hand on my rock hard bladder, I breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to keep myself calm and prevent myself from panicking. I really was about to wet myself, “Any chance of cover for an urgent code 1!” I repeated over the radio, “I’ll get to you as soon as I can” came the response, I winced and crossed my legs as tight as I could manage. I could feel my knickers becoming damp and knew I was in danger of losing control completely any time soon, I was on the absolute edge of my limits. The mornings water consumption of well over 2 litres to curb the hunger pains of not having time for lunch had caught up with me... My usually fairly loose skirt felt tight, the added pressure of the fabric wasn’t helping but there was nothing I could do other than undress completely, which wasn’t an option! Another hour passed, customer after customer just kept coming, I stood barely able to move with my legs firmly crossed, I couldn’t leave the tills full of cash anyway even if there were no customers but at least I could use the privacy to hold myself a little or at least move around and pee dance! “Ohhh God!” I leant forward, one hand on my bladder the other steadying myself on the counter as an enormous, agonisingly painful wave of desperation surged across my bladder, forcing a small squirt of pee to escape. I lifted my knee up to tighten the grip of my thighs, it hurt so bad, I had a customer so despite my agony and the fact that I could barely stand I managed to muddle through. She was incredibly talkative, I managed to get my responses out through gritted teeth and remain polite but I was glad to see her go. The next customer was a little more demanding, lots of questions which needed long winded answers, midway through serving her I really thought I was going to wet myself. I stood frozen to the spot, nodding and smiling all the time knowing I was on the absolute verge of soaking myself and the floor, I could barely breathe, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was unlikely to get any cover and that I was quite possibly going to wet myself, I had to just figure out how to make it happen quietly and without anyone noticing. However If I could just make someone understand my plight there was the tiniest chance that I might just about be able to make it. After 45 minutes longer I knew there was no way I would ever make it to the toilet now, however I decided to try one last radio call just in case I managed to find enough control to make a break for it “Is there ANYONE free for an URGENT code ONE on the tills PLEASE!!” I said, as loudly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, no can do, you need to hold on” came the response after what felt like an eternity, I smiled at the customer who was still deliberating her purchase, she had been away and come back but was as demanding as ever. I was going to wet myself, I had to think quickly “I’ve been holding on for hours, I can’t hold on ANY longer, it really is URGENT!!” I replied, trying to labour my point without sounding woefully desperate, which was difficult since I really was frantic! I smiled again at the customer, oh God why wouldn’t she go away?! I was desperate to hold myself, or lean forward or do absolutely anything that would ease my suffering, I didn’t even care if I wet myself as long as the pain ceased and I was able to concentrate. It hurt SO much that ANYTHING would be better than suffering the pain, I contemplated just running off to the loo however that was no longer an option, the moment I moved I would not be able to hold on, the paper thin seal I was maintaining purely by tensing my aching lips and squeezing my thighs til they burned would not remain if I opened my legs even slightly, so it had to happen here and it had to happen now… Quickly, before I burst completely! “Oh, I’ve just dropped my bank card down the back of the till here!” the woman exclaimed pointing down a small slot behind the till that I hadn’t even realised existed. “Can you get it, it should be on the floor under the till?” she added, uh-oh, this meant bending down… I knew this was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer and bending down would definitely be more pressure than I could endure. I leaned back and looked down, oh God I swear my bladder was about to explode, sure enough there was her card right at the back underneath the till on the floor. “Oh it’s right at the back…” I gasped, the pain was insufferable, “I will have to get right underneath to get it!” I replied, I had to go, I simply could not hold it ANY longer it was beginning to escape and I was starting to wet myself. “Bear with me!” I said, there was a queue of about 8 or 9 people, and a long counter with 3 more tills between me and them… It was a fully enclosed counter so I knew that when I bent down nobody would be able to see me. I quickly moved the metal waste paper bin under the till and tipped out the paper, in one swift movement I lifted my skirt and bent into a squat position, the moment I bent my knees my bladder exploded and pee squirted out all over the carpeted floor, all down my leg and onto my foot, I was soaked however I managed to quickly position myself above the bin and let rip without even attempting to hold back! It could clearly be heard hitting the metal bin but I didn’t even care, it was ecstasy! Pure, unadulterated ecstasy! “Have you go it?” the woman enquired. “I can’t quite reach it, hold on I won’t be a moment” I replied, I tried my hardest to stop the flow, but it was futile, I had needed it too badly and there was no way I would be able to stop even if my life depended on it, if fact even if I was on fire I would not have been able to stop, although I’m fairly sure that the speed and strength of my flow would extinguish even the fiercest fire. I resigned myself to this fact and pushed as hard as I could to be able to finish quickly, eventually I was done, oh God it felt so good, in fact I had never felt so utterly relieved after a wee! “Ahh, I think I’ve got it!” I exclaimed as I crawled out from under the till… “It was caught up under some wires” I pretended to dust it off and handed it to her, she seemed none the wiser about my little indiscretion so I felt less embarrassed. However a queue of over 15 people was now building! I enjoyed being able to stand upright without pain, I had forgotten how comfortable an empty bladder could be! “Someone’s on their way for that code 1 now!” the radio chirped, I smiled to myself, I didn’t reply, instead I waited until the person arrived to cover me, helped them clear the queue then pretended I was still desperate as I walked across the Salesfloor with my bin full of wee. I disappeared into the toilets having grabbed a measuring container off the shelf on the way past… When safely inside the cubicle I sat down and finished off my wee, I’m not sure whether I hadn’t finished or had just accumulated more! Then set about measuring, 2700ml, not bad… Particularly since I’d managed to hold it at my absolute limit for more than 3 hours and since my foot, leg and the carpet beneath the till took a soaking too! No wonder I was bursting!
  7. This is a situation that happened to me a few months ago. I was attending a family gathering at a house one Friday evening and decided just to go straight from work. I left work around 6pm and had a short drive to my destination. I was wearing smart black trousers, a pink shirt, tie and black shoes. I wasn’t planning on staying long so I didn’t bother with a change of clothes. As I was driving I was wishing I’d went to the toilet before leaving, it wasn’t urgent but I didn’t want to have to excuse myself when I got there. I arrived about 6:30 and said hello to everyone. There were still a few more people to arrive so I grabbed a Diet Coke and went to sit with some friends and family. Another 30 minutes had passed and I was starting to feel a bit desperate. It didn’t help my belt was pushing against my bladder. I was sitting round the back of the table so I didn’t want to have to push past. I continued to have a few more drinks and after another hour I was bursting to go. I had a few things to eat too that didn’t agree with my stomach which started to make matters worse. I had agreed to give Kelly (a family friend) a lift home as she got the bus from work and didn’t want to get the bus home. Kelly was in her late 20’s and was wearing a pencil skirt, tights and a white top. I decided I would just hold it and head home as I didn’t want to be in the toilet for a while and I knew I had to take a small detour to drop Kelly off. I got up and said goodbye to everyone and we both made our way to the car. As I sat in the car, Kelly said ‘I thought you would’ve stayed later.’ She obviously didn’t want to leave at this time. I said ‘Sorry Kelly, I’m just quite tired and I’m actually bursting for the toilet’ she replied ‘I need to go too, I was just about to go when you rushed me away’ I told her I’d been desperate to go all night but I’d rather just go at home. She just laughed and said ‘that wasn’t a good idea’. We were about 5 minutes from Kelly’s house and was really cornered I wouldn’t make it. By this point I was desperate to shit too and my stomach was feeling very bubbly, adding to the fact I was already bursting for a piss. Kelly could see my feeling very uncomfortable and said ‘you can go in my house, I don’t mind.’ I said thank you as by this point I knew I wouldn’t make it home. Kelly didn’t say much about her need to go and she even let me go ahead of her when we got to her house. I pulled up outside her house and we both rushed to her door. I quickly ran to the toilet and both ends exploded. It was such a relief. She then went in after me and we both had a laugh about it after.
  8. Hey everyone! I work retail, and I'm by myself at work for the next hour and 20 minutes. I already feel the urge to go, but I'm going to try to hold until 3! I have a full bottle of water and a full bottle of Coke, and I'm probably going to try to drain them. Here's hoping I don't have an accident at work lol
  9. Another day, another dollar. I pulled a 13 hour white collar day yesterday and when I work like THAT ( this will be my schedule for the next week or so) , I need a release SO bad. I masturbated on phone calls all day yesterday. It was amazing. I'd let my bladder get full and lie in the bean bag chair in this big empty office with just me in it. My feet up on the window sill, legs wide, rubbing my clit while trying not to wet myself IN the office. Nobody has been here since March 2020 but I still don't need to soil the shite wall to wall carpeting, ya know? So... As y'all know I went to a wedding on Sunday night. Look back in my posts for the interactive adventure THAT was🤩. But I was away on a family holiday for 10 days prior to that and had no idea what I was going to wear to this wedding and only had 1 day home to figure it out. I had Amazon drop off six pairs of shoes, three pocketbooks, and a dozen pieces of jewelry while I was gone. I only kept one pair of shoes, one pocketbook, and half the jewelry. So yesterday after my very long work day I had to package up all the returns and find a way to get them to the UPS drop box outside the building next door to mine. It isn't a long walk but it's too far for me to waddle out with a dozen packages at once. So I took 3 trips from my desk to my car and then drove them over to the UPS box. ( Ps- I'm not into messing but I can't help but think there is some sort of great "what can brown do for YOU?" joke to be made there ). Well...I had been holding since about 3pm . After I felt the urge to pee a little I threw 1.5 more L of water on top of that and then struggled BIG time to get my work done. But, at some point, my body just kinda clenched up and ignored that and let me work. DOES ANYBODY ELSE HAVE THAT HAPPEN? ?? So as I was running the packages from my car to the drop box my bladder made it's presence known again. BIG TIME! I felt a tiny leak or two in my panties and knew I was in trouble. "It's ok", I thought. "I'll just pop back into MY building" before continuing home on my 12 minute commute. No dice boys and girls. The building is empty at that hour. The cleaning porters have gone home and while there is one security guard in the building he leaves before I do and I could never find him in an emergency if my life depended on it. For this reason, as well as my obsession with true Crime podcasts, I have a pink can of Mace in my purse and use a Kubotan as a key chain. So while it's a lil creepy it's well lit and I'd be locked in and safe. But my fob for the exterior door wouldn't work. I didn't know why. I have the security clearance. Today I remembered we had a power outage yesterday as we are now catching the tail end of Ida. Most of the time when we have a power outage your key card needs to be reset. I got that done this morning but I was shit out of luck last night. My usual cursing and sounds are kind of drowned out by the Def Leppard. Sorry about that guys but I had almost no battery left on my phone and so I was at the mercy of actual radio stations. LOL. I bet some of y'all on here so young you don't even know what those are 😉. Awwwwww Oh, and then at the very end...I simultaneously died and felt my pussy flood. What a strange melange of emotions. Anyhoosie. Enjoy😘 20210831212744655.mp4
  10. So normally I don't try to make my self desperate while at work, I usually go whenever I start to get the urge but today I decided I would see how long I could make it while still drinking water throughout the day. I decided to have my morning pee at 6am. In the morning I had my usual coffee and a drink of juice, so a total of about 500ml. Then at work at around 10:30 I started my bottle of water and finished it at about 11:15 (about another 500ml). I think I must have drank it too fast because by 12 I really needed to go I didn't want to wait any longer so went to the toilet. I felt disappointed in myself for only making it to midday, so I decided to see if I could drink more water in the afternoon and make it until I got home. At 1pm I refilled my water bottle and drank it over the next hour or so. Then I refilled it again at about 3pm and drank that too. So that was a total of one litre in the afternoon. By 4pm I needed the toilet pretty bad, I normally leave work at 4:30pm and have to wait until 4:55 for the next bus. I was getting pretty desperate so I left work a few mins early and got the 4:25 luckily it was on time. When I was at the bus stop I was really desperate and almost went back to work to use the toilet but decided I should be able to make it home. On the bus I was getting more and more desperate. Bouncing up and down on the bus didn't help and I remember thinking to myself "I won't ever do this again". Every time the bus slowed down or had to stop I got more and more frustrated. My desperation growing every minute I was on the bus. I eventually made it to my stop, thankfully the traffic wasn't too bad and got off the bus. I started to walk home (about a 15 minute walk). I have to cut through a park and normally walk along the path but decided to cut across the grass to cut a couple of minutes off the walk as I was now on the verge of wetting myself. I made it through the park and then there's a busy road to cross, luckily a bus was holding up the traffic so I quickly crossed. So at this point it's about a seven minute walk home and about a minute later I crossed another road, I stepped up onto the path and immediately started peeing for about 5 seconds or so while still walking. I then managed to get control of my bladder again, luckily I had thick black jeans on and thermals which I think managed to absorb my pee. I only had to walk past one person on my way home, a woman walking her dog, and I don't think she could see what I had done. When I finally got home I was quite desperate still so went to the toilet and threw my clothes in the wash. This was the first time I have tested to see how long I can hold it in public. It seems I can drink a litre of water before I become desperate which doesn't seem very much. I might try it again tomorrow, today might just be an off day. Anyway just though I would share today's experience with everyone.
  11. This is a true account of an experience I had recently, only the names have been changed. A couple of weeks ago I attended a ‘team get together’ with my work colleagues, held at a large conference venue. Rather than drive and face the morning rush hour traffic, I decided to take the train. I arrived at the venue at around 9am and enjoyed chatting with colleagues, some who I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic, and others I was meeting for the first time. One of those I met for the first time was a new joiner to my team, a petite and attractive Chinese lady in her mid 20s who I’ll call Xueying for the sake of anonymity. She seemed quite shy at first, but was very friendly and polite as we chatted, and I learned that she was a recent university graduate and had recently moved to the UK as part of her graduate training scheme with the company. The meeting was scheduled to last all morning, with various team-building activities and updates from the managers who had travelled from the German headquarters to be there. There was free tea, coffee, juice and water on offer and I helped myself to several drinks, and I noticed that Xueying did the same. My bladder began to fill gradually over the morning and by around 11am I was starting to need to pee fairly badly, hoping that a short comfort break would be offered, but none came. Instead, we were moving around from table to table in small groups, introducing ourselves to the various visiting managers and asking them questions. This activity lasted until around midday, by which time I was bursting to go. We had 5 minutes in which to put together a short presentation in our groups to explain to everyone something interesting we had discussed with each manager, although I noticed that a few colleagues took the opportunity to dash out of the room to find a toilet. One rather frantic, red-faced woman practically sprinted out of the room at this point, almost running into someone in the doorway in her haste to get to a loo! Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get chance for a loo break, as I was working with a colleague on the presentation. I noticed that Xueying, who was sitting at the next table, didn’t leave the room either. She was sitting with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot, and I had seen her glance towards the door a couple of times. Like me, she was probably needing to pee rather badly by now, but probably felt it would be rude to excuse herself during a task. After a few minutes, each group started to give their presentations, which went on far too long and by now I was starting to get very impatient and fidgety. I was absolutely desperate for a pee! I glanced at Xueying as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, biting her lip as she glanced up at the clock. Once the presentations were finally over, I really hoped that the meeting would be ending so I could finally go for a piss. Unfortunately for me, there was a surprise announcement that one of the managers was retiring, and he stood up and gave a long, rambling speech which just seemed to go on and on. I sat there trying to pay attention, gritting my teeth and trying my hardest to sit still and look interested. Xueying was sitting just in front of me right in my eyeline, and I could tell that she was struggling too. She kept shifting around in her seat, trying to get comfortable, alternating between sitting leaning back in her chair with her legs tightly crossed, to uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, bouncing her knee and sometimes crossing her ankles under her chair. I couldn’t see her face as she was facing away from me towards the person giving the speech, but I noticed her giving frequent glances at her phone or towards the clock on the wall, probably thinking the exact same thing that I was – ‘hurry up and finish so I can go for a wee!’. Finally, at long last, our manager finished up his speech and we all applauded. We then had to sit through a (thankfully) very short speech from the CIO, before the meeting was finally concluded and we were free to leave. The presentations and speeches had gone on for almost an hour, and it was now nearly 1pm. I was absolutely dying to use the toilet, my bladder now extremely full. I had not actually relieved myself since waking up at 6am that morning, and was really looking forward to finally having chance to go. However, most people were still standing around chatting and wishing the manager well for his retirement. I didn’t want to just rush off and leave, so I joined in with a few conversations, trying my best to hide my need. I ended up standing next to Xueying, who was standing with her legs crossed and looking rather uncomfortable, not saying much. I had a feeling that she was dying to escape and find the loo, but wanted to make a good impression rather than just rushing out. She had mentioned to me earlier that she had taken a train from the city centre to get to the conference venue, so I asked her if she wanted to share a cab to the train station, which she agreed to. We eventually left the meeting room with a few others, heading down the stairs towards the entrance and reception area. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced around and noticed the entrance to the bathrooms, starting to walk towards them. Xueying was a few steps in front of me and was also headed towards them, only to stop and say ‘Oh’ quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a sign on the Ladies toilet which read ‘CLOSED FOR CLEANING’, but the Men’s toilets (which was right next to them) appeared to still be open. She gave a little sigh of frustration and turned to me. ‘How long until the taxi gets here?’ she asked casually. She was clearly disappointed that she had not been able to use the loo, but seemed to be trying hard not to show it. I checked the Uber app on my phone, and she stood next to me, watching closely. ‘There’s one about a minute away’ I replied, showing her. She studied the screen for a moment then asked. ‘Will they pick us up right outside?’ she asked, looking towards the exit. ‘Yeah, looks like it’ I said, inspecting the pick-up point on the app. She glanced towards the bathroom entrance again, then back to me. ‘OK, shall we go and wait?’ she asked, taking a few steps towards the entrance and looking at me expectantly. I found myself in a rather awkward situation. I was absolutely desperate to piss having just spent 4 hours stuck in a meeting room, and really badly wanted to use the toilet before setting off on the journey home. However, I felt like it would be quite rude to make Xueying wait for me, knowing that she was probably just as desperate. I was also far too embarrassed to admit to her that I needed to go. After all, if she could manage the long journey home without going for a wee first, then why couldn’t I!? Of course, she had the option of waiting until the cleaner had finished or trying to find another bathroom, but this would mean admitting to me that she wanted to use the loo, which she was clearly too shy to do. We walked out of the exit doors and waited for the taxi together, and it arrived not long after. We got held up in some temporary traffic lights and it took around 15-20 minutes to get to the station. We spent most of the journey chatting politely, both trying to mask our discomfort. I did notice Xueying wince and shift in her seat each time the taxi bounced over a speed bump. After we arrived at the station, I noticed that the next train to the city centre was about to leave in just a couple of minutes and we had to hurry to the platform. We got held up trying to get through the ticket barrier as Xueying’s ticket wasn’t opening it, so had to find a member of the station staff to help. We then had to rush across the length of the station and down the stairs towards the platform, and I had to grit my teeth as my very full bladder was jolted around. As we got to the platform, I couldn’t see the train waiting and thought that we’d missed it, but then I noticed that it had been delayed by a few minutes. We stood and waited, taking a moment to get our breath back. I glanced around, hoping to find a bathroom nearby on the platform, but couldn’t see one. Xueying would sometimes pace slowly a few feet down the platform, stopping to cross her legs tightly as she looked up at the screen to see how long we still had to wait, before pacing back towards me. She also wandered further down the platform once or twice, looking around, and I guessed that she was trying to find a bathroom as well. I had a feeling that the bathrooms were right by the station entrance before the ticket barriers, and we had been in such a rush to get to the platform that we had hurried straight past them. She seemed to be trying very, very hard not to let on to me that she needed the loo, and I was also trying my hardest to maintain my composure in front of her. The train eventually arrived and we got on, and thankfully it was quiet so there were plenty of places to sit. We sat opposite each other, by the window, and chatted as the train departed. It was a 40 minute journey to the station, and it was one of the most desperate and uncomfortable train journeys of my life. My bursting bladder was pressing snugly against my waistband and I kept having to discretely shift in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in. I longed to undo my waistband or hold myself, but with Xueying sitting directly opposite me, I knew that I just had to try and sit still and try my best to concentrate on our conversation. I knew that Xueying was having the same problem, of course, and I pretended not to notice each time she pressed her hands down into her lap, jiggling her legs and biting her lip. Several times I leaned over and glanced up and down the aisle, hoping to see any sign that there was a toilet nearby. I even considered excusing myself to go and search for one, but I had a feeling that there weren’t any onboard the train. I noticed Xueying also glancing down the aisle a few times, and wondered if she was thinking about going to look for a loo as well, but she stayed in her seat. She could hardly sit still, and was squirming around uncomfortably in her seat even more than I was, crossing and uncrossing her legs with her hand wedged between her upper thighs, unable to stay in one position for longer than a couple of minutes. We passed station after station, and progress was frustratingly slow. We stopped at a station just before our actual stop, with a very similar name. Xueying muttered 'Finally' and began to stand up, and I had to remind her that we had one more stop to go, and she apologised and quickly sat down again, looking very embarrassed and frustrated. After what felt like an age, the train began to slow down as the announcement came over the speakers that we were about to reach the main station in the city centre. We both had to sit there for a few more long, frustrating minutes until we finally pulled in. I’m sure that, by now, Xueying had noticed my discomfort and probably knew exactly why I was so fidgety. I caught her glancing down at my crotch a couple of times as I squirmed around in desperation, but she was too polite to mention anything. We both stood up and grabbed our bags as the train pulled into the stop. Although Xueying lived only about 15 minutes’ walk away, I still had to catch one more train to reach my local station. I had already checked on my phone and knew that I had a 10 minute wait, and was planning to make a quick stop at the toilets on the walk to the platform, after saying goodbye to her. As we got off the train, I realized that the platform I needed was actually just a bit further down from the platform we were already on, and I mentioned this to Xueying. To my surprise, she said that she would stay with me while I waited for the train. I replied that she didn’t have to, but she said that she didn’t mind keeping me company and waiting with me! We continued chatting as I waited for my train to arrive. I could hardly keep my composure as we stood and waited on the busy platform, shifting my weight subtly from foot to foot and jiggling slightly, absolutely longing to piss. Xueying also seemed to be really struggling and seemed to be barely disguising a ‘really need a wee’ dance, crossing and uncrossing her legs and stepping from foot to foot as discretely as she could manage. I was very, very tempted to admit my predicament and ask if we could go and find the closest toilets, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was shyness, or professionalism, or some kind of sense of pride that if she could make it home without a pee break, then so could I. Now, if this was a fictional omorashi story, this would probably be the part where I’d write that neither of us could hold on any longer and spectacularly wet ourselves on the busy platform, or she invited me back to hers and we both continued holding for hours and teasing each other while denying ourselves relief. Unfortunately, the real ending is far less interesting! My train arrived on time, I said goodbye to Xueying, and I had to endure an extremely desperate 8 minute journey to my local station where I hurried off the train and rushed straight into the disgusting station toilets just outside the station entrance. They smelt so bad that I almost turned around and walked straight back out again without relieving myself, but I was so desperate that I had no choice but to hold my breath as I enjoyed a very long, gushing, desperate piss into the filthy urinal! I can only imagine Xueying’s frantic walk home before rushing into her apartment building, pee dancing in the elevator before unlocking her door, dashing to her bathroom and throwing herself onto the toilet just in time, moaning with relief as she finally had the wee that she’d been holding for hours!
  12. What situations have you been in in real life where you have been bursting but couldn’t go? i spent years teaching where I couldn’t just leave a class of young children unsupervised just to empty my bladder no matter how badly I needed it. I am also a parent so often have to deal with urgent situations at home that mean I can’t just go pee even when bursting. Over the tears I have also had jobs where it simply wasn’t possible to just go pee whenever you wanted. On a cash desk you couldn’t just leave the till of money unattended or when in a call centre you had to finish your call regardless how long it took. i have also been in training course and business meetings when you would get into a lot of trouble leaving to use the bathroom. I’m curious what other situations others have been in in real life that made them have to hold.
  13. No, I don’t have any intent to make money through this stuff (at least not at this moment). I just want to know how the few of you on this site go about doing it. How do you profit? How much do you profit (if you feel comfortable answering that)? How long did it take for you to come to the point where you were making money off of it? I’m just interested.
  14. This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.
  15. I had an exhilarating and very enjoyable wetting experience today, and thought I would share. It involved an on a whim decision to wet myself on a day and in a situation where I probably shouldn’t have, and in a very sneaky and exciting way. For reference, I’m a guy in my very early twenties, about 5’7 and 140 lbs. I work for the most part in an office but today had to do some field work, so I was outside in the heart of my city gathering traffic data this morning from 6:30 to 9:00. I walked from my apartment, with the plan to walk back to my car after 9:00 and drive Into the office. It was extremely cold today, so to combat the cold while I was outside, I wore six layers on top, and maybe more importantly, five layers in the bottom. Above my underwear (red boxer briefs), I put on two pairs of long John style pants, the bottoms more like a cotton children’s pajama pant and the top more of a felt ski legging style. Above that I wore some salmon colored shorts (I needed pockets) and finally dark green thick sweatpants to top it off. I drank my bottle of water slowly through the morning, and as it was getting close to the end of my shift I noticed a strong need to pee. I wasn’t by any means super desperate, but it was noticeable and beginning to get uncomfortable. The site I was at was right next to a sort of shopping center with like three stores. At the end of my shift, I went into the lobby to pack up and gather my stuff. I had been debating whether to try and hold it until work, but figured I would try to find a bathroom here. The two stores next to me were a cafeteria and an REI, which is like an outdoor sports store. Unfortunately neither were open. I found some security guards but they said there were no public bathrooms. So, I decided to make my way to my car, about a 20 minute walk, and drive to work, about a 20 minute drive, but couldn’t escape the simple thought in my head. “You’re wearing five layers down there, Ben.” It said. “No one would know if you peed yourself.” I crossed a busy street into the neighborhood and I was walking, i stopped to “check my phone”. As I did so, I relaxed and felt a burst of warmth enter my underwear, going around my balls and instantly alleviating the cold. I was hooked. As I walked, I pushed. I began to fall into a rhythm of counting seven strides, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and pushing the whole time. Pee would stream out slowly while my foot on the same side as my penis was back, and as that foot stepped forward, the stream would slow to a mere trickle. I stopped a few times as well to just relax and give myself, say, five or ten seconds to relax and let whatever happened happen. Because of all the bulk my pee stream never went full force. I checked myself throughout the walk to make sure nothing was coming through to my sweatpants. There was a little bit midway through my walk, but it was covered by my jacket. By the time I was nearing the end of my walk, I felt as if my bladder had emptied 50-70%, but more importantly, it was the urgent half. My bladder felt calm and, while not empty, barely alerting me to anything. I decided I would stop and half the rest to work. However, as I got to my car and turned it on to let it start warming up, the excitement was just too much. I pushed out a few nice long squeezed and then relaxed, letting my bladder empty on its own accord for a bit, then stopped, then started again. After a few minutes, my bladder was completely empty. I had fully wet myself, and was about to go to the office. I went to the bathroom again when I got to work and this time spent some time checking out the damage. My sweatpants looked completely dry, while my shorts were soaked and almost completely color changed. I spent the whole day at work in my wet clothes, though aside from small squirts here and there, did not add to the wetness, choosing instead to use the toilets. I did, however, drink more then usual throughout the day. It wasn’t planned, I was just extra thirsty. I had to go back to the job site from 3:30 to 6:00, and despite peeing before leaving, realized during my drive over that I had to go again. I parked right near the job site this time, and it didn’t take long for me to decide that I would be wetting again. I never let myself get that full, but I went through 15-30 minute cycles of pushing out/relaxing here and there, In rather large and daring squirts, until my bladder was empty, refilling on water, and starting again. Towards the end, some droplets became visible below my knee on my sweatpants, but it would not have been noticeable as pee. I mean, who pees from their knee? The kicker of this all was I wasn’t off the hook after my shift. I had to rush to a social group I’m part of for a meeting, and then I was hosting a social event that evening. When I decided to wet myself at the beginning, this was both a reason to do it and a reason to not. I didn’t even up wetting any more during this social event, but it was exciting and nerve racking ti be in a group of some of my best friends and some people I barely know, eating dinner and chatting and playing games, with 12 hour old and multiple times wet pants on. I quickly realized that there was definitely a smell, so I’m just hoping that no one smelled it, and if they did couldn’t tell what the smell was, and if they could, couldn’t figure out who it was. I finally made it back to my apartment and took a glorious shower. What a day it has been, full of excitement, fear, lack of self control, and craziness. I think I’m most impressed with how well my shirts contained wetness and how well the thick sweatpants kept from changing color and remained dry on the outside. It was a great experience, and I hope you all enjoyed it!
  16. Not my usual type of thing bc we know I LOVE a public spectacle but wtf, let's try this. It's a lil tame but I can be soft too 🥰. I was very horny. Like, overwhelmingly so. And frustrated and a little passive aggressive. I am the only one in my office, all day, every day. Thanks Rona! Ugh.Fingering and edging myself, chugging my usual gallon of water at work. I can't make a mess there. I like the night cleaning crew too much. 🤩But I was antsy and jumpy and writhing and when I was scanning something at the copy machine I couldn't take it anymore and had to run for it. I could feel myself spring a leak. Went running barefoot on the carpet, out the door, down the long public hallway and into the bathroom. Plopped down just as it all started gushing. I don't own a lot of knickers but I love my green cotton pisces panties. I am the quintessential Pisces. A blessing AND a curse... *I updated to add a pic of said Pisces panties on the floor next to my feet at work where they stayed while I sat bare bottomed and wet in my work chair*" InShot_20210918_194703220.mp4
  17. I went to an outdoor activity centre this weekend and had a nice desperation sighting. One of the activities involved riding an ex-military transport to the top of a very large quarry before riding down a race track on karts. It took about 10 minutes to get up to the top and when I was up there I noticed that there were no toilet facilities at all. Before starting the ride down, we had a safety briefing from one of the workers, an attractive young woman aged around 25 wearing tight hiking trousers, a hoody and hiking boots. As she talked, I noticed that she could not stand still at all and was constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot, jiggling a bit and kicking the heel of her boot against the toe of the other one, alternating this little dance with each foot. This little foot kicking movement allowed her to cross her thighs slightly without being too obvious about what she was doing. I wondered if she needed to pee, as we were the last group of the day and she would have been up here without a toilet for hours. She kept up the little dance during the line up for the descent and before each rider went down, she did another short individual briefing, fidgeting constantly. One of the riders said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards on the spot for a moment with her hands between her thighs before quickly straightening and resuming her fidgeting. We paid for 2 rides so after the first ride down, we got back into the transport vehicle and once all the riders were on board we went back up to the top. Sure enough, the woman was still there doing the briefings and she was now dancing more than ever, clearly dying for a wee but couldn't leave until our group had finished our second ride. I wondered just how long she would have to wait before finally being able to go down the quarry back to the main area where the toilets are.
  18. Today, I was feeling naughty at work so I decided to wet my panties, just a little. The problem was that by the time I decided I was going to do it, I was already pretty desperate. The more I had to pee the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more peeing in my panties at worked seemed like a good idea. It would just be a tiny little patch, right? Wrong! I tried to relax enough to let out a small amount. I was nervous so I had to really intensely focus on opening my pelvic muscles...which felt so freaking good...And, well, it worked, a nice strong spurt came out and I was thrilled. It was perfect. I felt the wetness spreading out across my panties and that lovely feeling of it pooling under my bottom...and that's when I realized I was actually still peeing and had never stopped. If I'd stopped I wouldn't be sitting in a slowly growing puddle. The stream hadn't stopped, it had just turned into a small dribble. I wet my chair a fair bit before I was able to finally really stop it. I was so embarrassed and turned on. It was so hard not to start touching myself (aside from a few playful grasps of my wet cunt that I couldn't resist). Fortunately, no one found out as there weren't many people in today. After I cleaned up I went into the bathroom and took a couple pictures to share.
  19. I went to Germany for a business trip a few weeks ago and was lucky enough to see a couple of really good desperation sightings. During an all-day meeting, as we got close to the lunch break I noticed that the stunningly beautiful Bulgarian woman sat next to me was starting to fidget in her seat. It was around 12pm, the meeting had started just before 9am and I had not seen her leave the room once, despite the large cup of coffee and several glasses of water she had been drinking. There had been a short 5 minute break called at around 10.30am and she did not take the opportunity to use the loo, but instead helped herself to another cup of coffee. She was a tall, slim brunette woman, about 30 years old, dressed smartly in pencil skirt and heels, quite a senior team manager, and I was finding it hard to take my eyes off her and she squirmed in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally sighing under her breath as the meeting dragged on. The lunch break was scheduled for 12.30pm but the meeting was overrunning, and by now the woman next to me was clearly absolutely dying to go to the loo. She was sitting now watching the speaker intently but kept looking up at the clock, her legs tightly crossed and bouncing her foot up and down, hands resting in her lap pressing down slightly. Her bladder was clearly achingly full and her tight pencil skirt probably didn't help, but despite her fairly obvious need to relieve herself she seemed hesitant to leave or interrupt the meeting, perhaps because she was one of the presenters and she didn't want to look unprofessional. However, after another ten minutes the meeting was still going and the bursting lady was clearly at her limit. She was sitting right at the edge of her seat, legs uncrossed but jiggling up and down and squeezing her thighs together, her hands pressing down hard in her lap and occasionally running them over her thighs. It was now 12.45pm, and she had been in the meeting room for 4 hours without a loo break despite all of the coffee and water she had been drinking, and she obviously couldn't wait a second longer. The poor woman was absolutely frantic to pee. Blushing slightly, she stood up quickly from her seat and announced quietly in a lovely Bulgarian accent "Sorry, I really have to go to the bathroom", before walking quickly out of the room. I heard her hurrying down the corridor, her heels tapping loudly on the floor, almost jogging in her haste to get to a loo. She came back in a couple of minutes later, quite red faced but smiling, obviously happy to have finally had chance to pee after sitting there absolutely bursting to go for hours. The next day I was sitting in yet another meeting that went on for the whole morning. It was around 10.30am when I noticed that the gorgeous slim blonde German woman sitting next to me was getting very fidgety as the meeting dragged on. She was in her mid to late 20s, wearing tight jeans and ankle boots, and could hardly sit still as the minutes ticked by. I had shared a cab with her from the hotel that morning, leaving at about 8.00am and coming straight to the meeting room after arriving at the office. She had poured herself a large cup of coffee and several glasses of water over the last couple of hours and had not left the room once, so was clearly starting to feel some pressure in her bladder. As the meeting dragged on she was starting to squirm in her seat with her legs tightly crossed, pressing her thighs together and bouncing her legs rhythmically. By the time it hit 11am her cheeks were flushed and she was fidgeting so much that she was almost bouncing up and down in her chair, and was crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting position every couple of minutes. The 1 litre glass bottle on the table in front of her, which she had been steadily pouring herself drinks from as the hours passed, was totally empty by now, and clearly her bladder was almost at maximum capacity. It must have felt like it was about to explode. I'm sure the tight fitting jeans she was wearing didn't help her predicament, and she must have been absolutely longing for a break to be called so she could run to the ladies and relieve herself. Sure enough, just after 11am the woman chairing the meeting asked us if we'd like to have a short 5 minute break. The desperate woman next to me nodded and said 'Yes!' straight away, immediately standing up from her seat. She laughed and bobbed up and down on the spot as she picked up her phone from the table. 'Sorry, too much water!' she said, smiling and rosy-cheeked, before hurrying straight out of the room, her boots clicking loudly as she rushed frantically down the corridor towards relief. A couple of minutes later I walked out of the room towards the toilets and saw her coming back the other way, and she smiled at me and said Hi as we passed in the corridor, looking very relieved after finally getting to pee after waiting for so long.
  20. Hi. I’ve been suffering a lot lately with demotivation especially during a day off of work after I’ve been working the previous day and it’s happening more often and it’s becoming a more serious problem which I just don’t do anything. Does anyone else have these same issues themselves?
  21. Wow! It's been years since I've had a decent wetting or desperation experience to write until today . My ringtone was ringing in my ear at 5 am this morning. I opened up my eyes and reached for my phone to see who was calling me at this hour, although I already knew before I did. I quickly glanced down at my phone and sure enough, it was him. I quickly answered his phone call. "Hello?" I answered in a groggy tone, Despite knowing who was on the other side of the phone, my brain has yet to process still as I feel my eyes becoming heavy once again. "Hey" He responded in his usual sultry tone. "Oh! Hey Sean!" I immediately perked up at the sound of his voice. So from there, we chatted a lot, asking each other about work life as well as personal...And sexual. After our phone sex session, we talked for a little more. I made a mention of needing to pee a little bit and his voice changed into a sultry-like tone, I knew I officially stirred the pot. And the first thing he said was "get some water". Since I was still pretty horny and was somewhat in the mood for holding, I did what I was told, but not without giving him somewhat of a hard time first. I played it innocent...at first. "Do I have to get up and get water? I want to stay in my bed, it's so comfortable." I said in a whiny tone. "Yes, you do - Now do it." He ordered. "mmm...Fine" and went and did what I was asked, feeling a slight tingle in my pussy. At that moment, I wanted him here with me in person. But I shook myself away from those thoughts as I was on borrowed time before work started. It was already 6 am, So I didn't have much time to sit there and think a lot at the moment about that. I returned to my room with a bottle of water in my hand and sat on my bed, awaiting his next instruction. "Drink!" I messed with him again before taking a few sips from my water bottle. We went off topic, chatted some more before going back into our roleplay. By then, I had already finished one bottle of water. He told me to get another water bottle and drink that one as well. I was already a 6.5 on a scale of 1-10. But I wanted a challenge, So I drunk the second bottle as well. Well...I wasn't prepared for what my morning challenge would bring. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I drunk those 2 water bottles, my 6.5 quickly shot up to an 8.5. It didn't help I never had my morning pee either. We were still talking on the phone well past 7 am, but I was incredibly desperate to pee. I asked him many times to let me use the bathroom - But of course, he declined. I was squirming in my bed, trying not to move too much, but it seemed I could never find a comfortable spot to let the pressure in my bladder stop bothering me. I released little moans as I squirmed, much to his delight. I realized time has quickly passed, It was 8 am already and I need to get ready for work and make it there before 9. I quickly got off the phone with him and told him I would contact him as soon as I got to work. I sighed in relief that they didn't suspect a thing. I called Sean and alerted him I was at work, It was only 8:30 so I had 30 minutes to kill. We continued our conversation and I walked in slowly while slightly hunched over. I needed to keep my composure. I didn't need my co-workers to think I was a little girl that couldn't control her bladder. But dammit! I was bursting and if I didn't get to a bathroom soon...I remembered there was one by another entrance, So I slowly walked over to it trying not to leak into my panties along the way. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment along the way. I finally got to the bathroom, I looked around to make sure no one was there, I went into one of the stalls with Sean still on the phone. I was finally in front of a toilet, but I knew I couldn't use it yet...I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook that easy. "Don't go yet, leak into your panties" "But I need to go..." I said, losing my composure I had and crossed my legs while grabbing my crotch in the stall. The toilet was right there! "Mmm...do it." At this point, I was very horny, desperate, on the verge of being more embarrassed. But I did what he asked, I let a little bit flow into my panties, it started to feel good actually...Until I had reminded myself I was at my work environment. I quickly snapped out of it and resumed crossing my legs and squirming. " I did it..." "Mmm...more" I heard him breathing heavy on the other end. "But I'm not sure if I can-" Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a few women came into the restroom. I had to think quick. If they see me standing up hobbled over in my stall...So I sat down on the toilet to make it seem not so suspicious...while still talking on the phone with him...At this point, I felt my cheeks burning hot. and was extra nervous. And sitting on the toilet did not help my situation at all. I thought for sure I was going to piss through my pants. But to my surprise, After everyone came and did what they needed, I pulled through somehow. "...That was close." I said, making sure I was the only one in the bathroom. I got up from the toilet seat and resumed my desperation dance. He asked me to leak into my panties 2 more times and I did, feeling mixed emotions each time I did. "I did it.." "Good...now, sit on the toilet and piss through your panties." I didn't even bother to debate him, I leaked multiple times at this point and my black pants at the crotch area were a little damp. I just wanted to relieve my aching bladder of piss and pressure. I happily just pulled down my pants, sat back on the toilet with my panties on, and pissed through my panties, sighing in relief while also moaning a little bit. I think I damn near had an orgasm, hehe. After I did that. I stripped myself of my former panties, Wiped myself down, put back on my pants, wrapped my panties in paper towels, and put them way down in the bathroom's trash can. I hopped off the phone with Sean and wished him a good day. I can honestly say I felt good but dirty...In a good way that is. Today was definitely a good day.
  22. Allison’s Work Dilemma Allison walked out of her office building, going down the street to the nearest seven eleven. She walked in and grabbed three big bottles of iced tea and a bagel for the rest of her work day and the ride home. It was lunch time and nearing the end of the work day. She purchased the drinks and walked out the door, going back to her building. She stepped in and took the elevator up. Allison walked back to her cubicle, and sat down at her desk. She opened her iced tea and took several gulps and two bites of her bagel. By the time she was done proofreading her second to last document, she had already finished her first iced tea and was well in to the second one. She typed away at her desk, an hour going by. She finished her second iced tea and was done proofreading her last document of the day. She felt an urge to pee, that got a little worse as she got up. Allison jammed her papers in to her work bag and walked out of her cubicle, down the hall. Just as she was about to get in the elevator with her fellow workers, the loud speaker blared to life. Attention, can everyone on floor five please go to the conference room. Everybody in the elevator sighed. Allison hit the door open button on the elevator just as they started to close. She walked out and entered the conference room, sitting down at her usual spot, facing the boss directly. She opened her third iced tea and drank it, why was she getting so thirsty? She thought, she already had had two. The boss started going on about how third quarter profits were well below the projections, and how he was so unhappy with the company’s progress. The minutes ticked by and turned in to an hour. She had finished her third and final iced tea, and was crossing her legs tightly under the meeting table. Her co worker Carla was sitting next to her. She droned away from her attention to her boss, turning to Carla. Hey Carla, Allison said, noticing her bouncing in her seat. What? Asked Carla. Do you need to pee? Yeah Carla replied. So do I, bad Allison said. I’m not sure I can hold it anymore; I let a little out already Carla said. All of a sudden, the boss shouted. I hope you all will work harder when we come back on Monday! The sudden shout scared Allison, causing her to leak. She picked up her ass, there was a small wet patch, barely noticeable on the bottom of the chair. With the fact that she made a small patch on the seat, her pants must’ve had a big patch on the bottom. The meeting was adjourned, Carla running out, little droplets of pee leaking down her jeans. Allison got up and walked out of the conference room. As she was about to enter the queue of people for the elevator, she realized she had forgotten an important document she had to review over the weekend. She ran down the hall to her cubicle and opened the drawer, quickly pulling out the paper and running back to the elevator queue. But, by the time she got back everyone had entered the elevator and the doors were closing. She got to the elevator but the doors were closed. She banged her hands on them, but no one opened them, she was too late. Allison got in line for the elevator, but it didn’t come back up for more than a minute. She spurted out by accident, worsening her situation. Something must’ve been going on down there she thought to herself. Most of the people on the floor had already left the building, and she was completely alone, except for the few people who stayed for overtime and cleaned up. Luckily, that meant there was no one to notice her dilemma. She checked the seat of her pants, there was a large, noticeable wet patch on them. She decided she would have to cut the wait short, running to the stairs. She took the stairs down to the lobby and exited, making a run to the one person bathroom in the lobby. She grabbed the handle and pulled, but it was locked, occupied. Someone was in there, dammit she said out loud, crossing her legs in desperation. Hello? She asked, is anyone in there? I’m in here Allison the woman yelled. It was Carla, she made it in time, but unfortunately if Allison could not find a bathroom, she would not be half as lucky as Carla... How much longer are you going to be in there? Allison asked, I really need to go. I might be in here for a while, I think number one is turning in to number two. Allison spurted more just at the sound of Allison releasing her pee in to the toilet. Should I try upstairs? Allison asked. No, they are probably all locked by now. Allison stamped her foot. Allison, try the gas station on the street adjacent to seven eleven, you know the seven eleven’s bathroom is always locked. Thanks, bye Allison yelled, running out the door, to the parking garage. Allison got in the parking garage and hopped in to her Prius, driving out of the garage to the gas station. She crossed her legs as she rounded the corner, speeding down the street. She started to pee on the seat, stopping herself. Allison pulled in to the gas station, parked her car and got out. Allison sprinted to the bathrooms, loosing droplets during the process. She arrived at the door, but there was a sign that read: To the users of the Shell station, the bathrooms are currently under maintenance due to a water pipe burst. Allison was shocked, her eyes filled with tears as the warm liquid was released from her aching bladder on to the pavement. She started to cry. Allison, a grown woman, had just wet herself in public. She walked back to her car in shame, a few people, mostly women, and one perverted man, noticing her. She got in her car and drove home, and she still had the God dammed paper to do. And while she got stuck in traffic driving home, she had to pee badly, again…
  23. I'm back from NC. I'm in the office for the 1st time in like a month. I have 4 hours left. I have a pile of work, 2L of water, 12oz of coffee and some melon left before I leave here. I have plans after work which is why I am all dolled up. My knee is barely starting to bounce. It's 75 and full sun. I'm the horniest I've ever been jfc. Came 4x at home before even starting work. Oy vey🤯 We all seem to enjoy this format so much that I've decided to keep putting it here in "experiences" instead of in the area where it's like "interactive"or whatever. I've explored very little of this site btw, I'm a creature of habit. The interactive area seems to be where people are looking for guidance as to what they should be doing or help holding , almost master stuff and I'm not interested in that. I've only ever known one man here who can tell ME what to do when it comes to my bladder ( that I actually listen to hahahaha) and I think he's hung up his spurs😂. So that area of the site feels like a bad fit even if it limits exposure. I was gonna return this dress but now I'm thinking of keeping it. What do we think? Should I just be running a private blog instead of posting here since I seem to have a core group of you that seem to follow not only my accidents but have been kind enough to check up on me, give advice, etc. Anyhoo. See ya in a bit when I check back in with pics of my updates until hopefully we can get a video out of this 🤭
  24. This is a narrative of me reading a true experience I had in my early twenties when I worked as a children’s party hostess in a very busy soft play centre. I have posted the story before but this is me reading it for those who might enjoy hearing my voice. New Recording.m4a
  25. Another text-to-speech POV audio file. This one takes place at a retail store. You are a desperate employee working at the register along with a co-worker who also has to pee. The two versions are essentially the same, with some slight wording changes in order to be told from the perspective of a man or woman. Feel free to leave a comment if you think it's good, bad, or mediocre. Or if you have any suggestions for other scenarios you'd like to see. I'm pretty limited in what I can produce given the resources available, but I'm open to new ideas. Store Clerk Accident - Male.mp3 Store Clerk Accident - Female.mp3
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