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  1. I haven't really had the courage to post too much on here yet but yesterday I had a desperate experience at work and I'm finally brave enough to share it. Let me start by saying I'm VERY shy about pooping. I never tell anyone I have to go, not even my best friend. If I'm ever out in public and start feeling like it's coming if I'm not with friends I have to leave like immediately because I can't go in a public bathroom. (and if I'm with friends I'm always really frantically trying to find a place to sit down so I can hold it omg). I just recently graduated from a technical school to be an air conditioning technician. I was the only girl in my entire class and they all loved to tease me but the joke was on them because I'm gay and got to turn all of them down >:) I've been doing on the job training for a little while which is where I ride around in the van with a experienced technician and just like watch and learn basically. I always make sure to poop before I leave home because I get super worried about what I'd do if I had to go while I was training. Yesterday morning I pooped like normal and packed a “easy" lunch or whatever that wouldn't go through me super fast if you get what I mean. Normally because I'm still training I get to go back to the shop and eat lunch, then I spend the rest of the day with a different technician so I'm always learning different things. But that day we were really busy because summer is pretty much just starting where I live and everyone is turning on their AC system for the first time of the year so we didn't have time to go back and had to get something. I had to pee so I just said go somewhere where I can take a piss and my trainer stopped at a McDonald's uggggh. I hate McDonald's and it really hurts my stomach but I said screw it and decided to get a mcchicken because it's not so greasy but we went through the drive thru at peak lunch hour so they got my order wrong! I went inside to take a much needed pee and when I got back inside the van the poor underpaid food service worker gave me two cheeseburgers and a big mac and the worst part was we left right away and ate on the road so I couldn't even go back inside and get what I wanted. My trainer ate some of the big mac because I totally didn't want it and I knew I had to eat at least some of the cheeseburger because If I went hungry for the next four hours I'd be acting really crabby and shitty (ha) and as sad as it is to say being a girl in a male dominated field you get a lot of jokes and teasing and acting like a stereotypical bitchy lesbo wasn't going to help lol. I ate one of them and a few bites of the other as I silently hoped it wouldn't make me have to poop. It made me have to poop >:,( The next job after lunch was diagnosing a furnace with ice on the metering device in a town about an hour away. The whole ride there I felt my stomach boiling and my guts churning. It felt so bad it made me slump in the passenger seat. Once we finally got to the house I felt bubbling and gurgling inside me and it made me start sweating. The job was actually very easy. Like dispatch said there was a ball of ice on the metering device behind the furnace. That usually always means the refrigerant inside the system is low and probably leaking. Now normally we would have to find the leak which takes forever but I was seriously so glad we were inside a really old house that used something called R-22 refrigerant. It's a old style that isn't manufactured anymore so in this case our job switched from leak detection to trying to sell the customer a new AC system. I had managed to keep it together at first but once we were standing in the basement it finally hit me. I had to poop SO BAD. I couldn't even pay attention to what anyone was saying because all I could focus on was clenching my butt together. We finally got out of there and I didn't think I could last anymore. I was sweating and shaking my leg in the van. My face was probably so red too because I was super embarrassed about the whole thing and also really nervous that I was probably either going in my pants or had to ask to stop somewhere. So right before we were about to dispatch on our next job I had to speak up to my trainer and just said I could really use a bathroom break. I honestly think he was smart enough to put two and two together and looking back I'm getting second hand embarrassed at myself because it was pretty obvious I didn't have to just pee. Anyway he said he would go to a gas station that was on the way to our next job and it would only be like 10 minutes. That was the longest 10 minutes ever >:,( I was seriously clenching my butt so hard and I couldn't sit still and kept fidgeting around in the seat. Sitting down helped a lot but I had a few close calls where I had to focus really hard. FINALLY we got to the gas station and I couldn't wait any longer! I was speed walking in there covered in sweat and made a bolt for the women's bathroom. It was a single person bathroom which I was super thankful for and as I was pushing the door closed I had to put my hand on my butt to help hold it which I was glad nobody was able to see. Omg I practically ripped off my pants and sat down on the toilet so fast. I'm sure you probably want details but I'll just say it very loud and I needed to use a lot of paper after. I was SO relieved and I won't lie I had to take a peek at all my poop before I flushed it. It was so much, I can't believe I held it in as long as I did.
  2. Today was a very interesting day, a new employee had her first work day in our company. So let me tell you about her, before the story really starts. Her name is Gionna, a very charismatic and extroverted italian women in her late twenties. She is quite short, maybe a bit over 5ft tall. Her figure is petite and she has some good curves for a women her stature. She has long blonde hair, with green eyes and a very friendly face. All in all she seems like a very fun and super chill person, that has no problem entertaining an entire room at once. So this women had a very interesting first day at our company, let me tell you that...... Gionna works for our customer service department. Today she arrived at nine in the morning with a coffee in her hand. I don't work in our customer service department, but i am the induction representative of our company that is responsible for all training of new employees, especially with our products. I greeted Gionna with some flowers and showed her around the office and the different departments of our company. While walking i realised that she was Walking a little strange, but figured that it was just her being nervous about her first day. So we walked to our marketing manager downstairs, there she had a short little meeting, while she was in that meeting i was chatting with a friend of mine, who was also in our marketing department. After about 10 minutes she came to me and said that she was done, so we went back to our place. We started working at my place on her training, we started off with a quick company introduction. After that i presented her our products aswell as the most important information about it. While doing that, she seemed a bit nervous, maybe even a little restless. She was tapping her feet, while standing quite unnatural. Her heels where quite loud and she realised that quite quickly, because of that she stopped that and just crossed her legs while standing. Maybe she was bored, but the puzzle pieces slowly started to add up. After we were done with that I showed her our Website and the telephone system, that she will use on her job in customer service. We have a strict training policy, so i trained the telephone service with her. I gave her a short little introduction to our guidelines and did some little easy practice calls. It was not about the content, but more about her attitude and manner of speaking than anything else. I tell you, because of her bubbly and fun personality, she was near perfect from the start. Well before we start with the interesting part i gotta tell you about her clothes, she was wearing some tight leather pants and a white blouse with basic heels. She has had some slight desperation signs here and there, but the real deal started at lunch break. Both of us went to a near restaurant, that had self service lunch. While we stood and waited in line, she was bouncing just a tiny bit up and down, just enough to catch it. She placed her food tablet right infront of her bladder/crotch area, but i caught her with her hands pushing against her bladder right as we got our food. We quickly sat down and talked about her backround and her home in italy. She was once again tapping her heels on the floor, but also rubbing her thighs against each other. Due to her leather pants it was quite a noise. I have to say, she kept her coolness, if you didn't catch the signs you wouldn't know at all. After we went back, i gave a few documents, that she had to read. After that she had to complete a quiz, that is to make sure that she has understood our company goals, company indentity and company culture. I sat her at a table that was infront of me and a bit on the left side of the office. I went on with my work and she with her's. The entire day she has not used the bathroom once, which was surprising. I told her that after the quiz she could leave early, probably because of that she was trying to hold it till the end. 2:15 pm Gionna was now very very desperate, since she started reading 45 minutes ago her desperation grew rapidly. Gionna was now crossing her legs and swinging her foot back and forth while leaning foward in her seat. It was getting to her, but to my surprise she didn't ask for a quick break or anything but continued reading and filling out the test. Gionna started to really really get desperate, her foot was now swinging even more and her legs started bounched crazy. Gionna was now on her last paper and with that her last few questions. She uncrossed her legs and grabbed herself between her legs, before she quickly checked that no one was looking. Then she recrossed her legs the other way and swung her foot even more than before, now she was swinging with her whole legs, they really went everywhere, until she wrapped them up for good into a double leg cross to end the swinging for good. Just a minute she stood up and handed me her papers. She said to me: "sorry about the bad handwriting at the end, i was bursting since you gave me the papers" in a complete funny and self-evident manner. She quickly went to the bathroom and after she came out, she said that it was a mixture of the coffee and her nervousness, because of her first day. I told her that i could completely understand her and that it was not a big deal. After that she said goodbye and went home.
  3. 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.
  4. In a small, quiet suburb, there is an office building with something that set it apart from every other one. It intentionally had no bathrooms whatsoever. Now, normally this would go against so many regulations they would be forced to install one before anyone started working there. However, according to those same regulations, or at least the officials paid off to grossly misinterpret them, it would actually be more accurate to say that the entire building is a bathroom. In an effort to get rid of bathroom breaks, company policy allows all employees to “do their business” wherever they please, and provides comprehensive cleaning methods to account for this. Let’s say you are the newest employee at this company. On your first day, you have already been made aware of this policy. During the interview, it was demonstrated to you by your interviewer pissing themselves on the spot. That was probably to keep candidates who might be opposed to it from causing a scene on their first day. You, however… well I don’t have to tell you how you feel about it. You walk in the front door and are led to a locker room of sorts, where you can change into your uniform. This room is one of the only places you aren’t allowed to make a mess in, as it functions sort of like an airlock. The uniform is a white button-down shirt, a pair of khakis, and dress-style shoes made of a flip-flop material with holes in the bottom all provided by the company. Undergarments are also provided. After you change into your uniform, your supervisor leads you to your workstation. It looks pretty much like any normal desk, but the chair is made of a waterproof material and no electronics or cables are placed below desk-height. Your supervisor goes over all the necessary details for you to start your work, which includes reiterating on the bathroom policy. Almost as if to emphasize that point, a dark patch starts to form on the crotch of their khakis and trickles down to the floor. You start to work as you would at any normal company, but eventually you feel the need to pee. You start to get up from your chair before remembering you can just pee where you are, so you do. You relax your bladder as a steady, warm stream dampens your pants and flows onto the seat. You aren’t left sitting in a puddle, however, as channels in the seat cushion redirect the urine towards a drain on the floor. Depending on how hydrated you are, this happens a few more times throughout the day, and perhaps in a few different places. While you’re in an important meeting, you prevent your full bladder from distracting you by peeing yourself right there, as your boss is presenting. Your boss even lets some loose while presenting. At the end of the day, you go into another locker room and place your soiled clothes into a chute to be cleaned overnight. There are showers here too, so you can clean yourself up. Once you are done showering, a door on the opposite side of the shower opens up into the room you came in through. Here, you put on the clothes you changed out of this morning and exit the front door, no evidence remaining that you soil yourself at work all day. Once you are gone, the floor of the building is sprayed clean and the chairs are wiped down, ready for the next workday. ———————————————— I came up with this silly little idea and thought I’d share it. My original concept accounts for messing, but I decided not to include it in the story since a lot of people aren’t fans of that. Would you work in this office? Do you have any specifics of how you think it would work or fun scenarios that could happen here?
  5. View File who put u in diapers?(179) who got u in diapers wife/highschool crush /online mistress/sitter/cute tg girl/your boss steve ? Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/02/2023 Category Male  
  6. 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…
  7. 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!
  8. 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!
  9. 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!
  10. 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
  11. 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.
  12. 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!
  13. 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.
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