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  1. Bursting Bryony Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them. Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine. The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon. Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today. She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on. Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’ She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm. Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process. Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on. ‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’ ‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’ Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes! Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst! She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette. Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed. Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. This is going to be an ongoing story, I don't know how common the chapters are going to be, but if you enjoyed if, please feel free to comment compliments, critiques or suggestions about the story. The arc is still up in the air so I would love to hear some thoughts on how the story should go with the characters. Chapter 1: Katie Lewis-Daniels adjusted the tight white blouse that had been trapping her for the last few hours. Never-ending discomfort was the name of her life, sitting on a stiff office chair, feeling her tights that she was wearing under her mini-dress were grinding upwards. If only she could simply stand and leave the dreadful square of space that was her cubicle, but she had not reason to. If she was not working, she was not earning credits, and lord knew, Katie Lewis-Daniels needed credits. The woman frivilously typed into the large, multi-faceted computer that stood at her desk. Her thighs were agnoizingly sore, a product of sitting at the chair for nearly ten hours at this point. Her company, a far-too-large financial law-firm always had paperwork that needed to be done, typed up, and sent to another place so they can give it to a secretary to pain-stakingly do. Any time she would near the end of her pile, her section leader, a handsome, but devilish man named Mr. Brooks would walk over, attempt a few words of small-talk with the woman and then hand her another pile of manila folders. Only when Mr. Brooks back was turnt did she collapse onto the folders, throwing a sort of fit. Never-ending, Katie couldn't even remember the last time she participated in work, or sleep. Anything else seemed pointless and unnecessary to her right now, her credits were lower than ever, since her useless College degree was taking money out of the account any chance they could, and suddenly, credits had become a much more needed amenity. She finished another manila folder, placing it on the complete part of her desk, maybe if she worked very slowly, Mr. Brooks would never plop more folders onto her, showing how endless this job actually was. She continued to work, though, as that was pointless, and a waste of time. Besides, she knew how she was paid, every time a folder was completed, a file was entered or any sign of work being done, Katie would hear a ring from her phone, showing that five more credits had been added to her account. She had better use them, though, as College was still needing 100,000 of those. 100,000 divided by 5 credites, Katie thought to herself. 20,000, a file takes around 3 minutes, that 60,000 minutes, which is 1,000 hours of work just to pay off her College, and then, Kate had to pay for rent, amenities, public services, her private life. Well, she thought, she couldn't stop now. Though she had been working for 10 hours, the windows outside were showcasing her city in a bright yellow, hue, as if it was day. That was a window trick, it was actually 8:00 at night, and if she were to ponder outside, she would see barely anything from the darkness. The windows were meant to trick people into not realizing time passing, not to beg to leave when it's 4:00. That didn't matter, no one didn't want to work, and instead just wanted to keep pushing through files, getting five credits. A sudden rememberance by Katie led her to looking through her phone, she opened the app and saw the amount of credites to her name: Katie Helmstein Lewis-Daniels: 12,310 Credits. Knowing the College, she would never see 90% of those credits, and the remaining amount was not enough to justify not working, even if the times were becoming an amazingly late, everyone worked overtime because there was no reason not to work when you could make five credits by filling out a manila folder. Of course there are side-effects to this, such as Katie's body feeling sore needs of working for ten hour stretches. Her stomach was empty, which was okay as she tried to keep her slim waist, her throat was ratched with thirst, her mistake, forgetting the water bottle at home, her legs were cramped, which was understandable, even when she had to stand she was in high heels, and her bladder was full, which was a common problem. None of these problems really mattered to Katie, as she could handle discomfort better than most. The doors to the office swung open, meaning either somebody left or somebody came in. The work was not dificult, but it was busywork, and therefore it was normally dead silent inside the halls of the Secretaries. For this reason, Katie was able to observe things such as changes in temperature or doors swinging open better. This also allowed her to realize what was coming next, her favorite part of her day (sarcasm), the Interns. She wished she didn't have to deal with interns and instead simply deal with her paperwork alone, but she was an intern once, and she learned her ways from another annoyed worker, so it was unfair to not allow the same deal of experience to the next crop of workers. Besides, she had reached a miracle, all of her files were finished, and Mr. Brooks had yet to pour some on her desk. Katie turned and looked towards her intern, of which she could spot easily out of a crowd. The intern was named Mahoe Kokoa, but she went by Missy Kokoa. From her last name, Katie immediately could tell her Hawaiian descent, and her looks did not fail those expectations. Missy had luscious olive skin, long curly hair, and large eyes and lips, not demeaning to the fact that Missy was very pretty, actually extraordinarily pretty. Now, a lot of her prettiness came from the fact that she did not fear to show it off, she wore mini-skirts almost every day, ones that were not even close to company policy, when Katie asked her about it, she claimed that it was all she packed for the eight weeks, while stretching a pair down. I doubt she cared about company policy, but more about just how many stares Missy would get, her body was fully shown off in the small mini-skirts and her dress-blouses and blazer that she wore. Missy would normally walk in with a stride, clicking and clacking on her high heels, but today was different, her shoulders were hanged down, her eyes facing the ground and her legs were slightly curved inwards. "Evenin' Missy." Katie greeted, every intern was assigned one worker, and for the eight weeks of the internship program they meet three times a day, one in the morning, one at lunch and one at closing. While not doing that, the interns are carted away to work on their own projects. She remembered the eight week program, and how tired and exhausted she was at the end. "Hey." Missy responded without her normal charisma. "Do you have any work to do?" "No, I just finished, you can leave if you want." "No, I got to stay until you leave." "That might be a while." "Okay." Her voice rang with a Hawaiian accent, sounding sweet on the ears. Katie could tell something was wrong, easily, and stared at Missy, searching for a clue. "What's wrong, Missy?" "Oh, nothing." But Katie had figured out the problem, something about how Missy's legs refused to be still, her bent over posture. Yeah, Missy had to pee, an understandble problem, in light of current events. You see, the year was 2021, and America had found itself in one Hell of a drough the last few years. Now, the world is not in jeopardy, but certain cogs of society are made a little harder, like paying for water even from the tap, the almost complete removal of high-pressure showers, and one other thing. The Piss tax. The real name was the Plumbing tax, stating that to use public or private amenities, you must enter a small fee, usually five credits to be let inside the restroom. Five credits was not a lot of money (credits and the old US dollars are almost completely equal in value), but the cost was still detrimental to many people and their bathroom habits. Scenarios like Missy are possible, a girl left with zero way of accessing a restroom because of the Piss Tax. Poor girl, Katie thought to herself, she could have been holding all day with no access. Katie was tempted to ask her if she had been able to use the amenities, but refused out of social gesture, she wasn't going to put her in the spotlight. Instead she was silent, watching as Missy grabbed a nearby stool and sat next to Katie, she was quivering in her high heels, holding down her crotch. Right at the moment where Katie finally could relax, though, Mr. Brooks came out of the room with a stack of folders and a trajectory right towards Katie. She gulped and warned Missy. "Here comes some more. Half and half, alright?" "Yeah, sure." She muttered. As expected, Mr. Brooks came over. "Got some more." He grinned through his teeth, a tad creepy but overall normal charm. "Only thing I love in this world." "Hello, Missy!" "Hello." "Well, this is probably going to be the last stack of the night, so don't waste too much time." "You got it, boss." "Good." Katie observes the stack , it is smaller than most, and the want to get home is nice, so the pair begin working on them side-by-side. Katie focuses on the files, but her mind is truly on Missy, it is no secret that she is absolutely bursting, her legs kicking out, riding up her mini-skirt, her hands holding down her crotch, she can even see small bits of liquid forming on the edge of the stool. And yet, Katie does nothing for the poor girl, waiting for her to beg. She considers this a business lesson, no one is going to help you, you must help yourself, and know that if she simply asked Katie for five credits so she doesn't burst, she would be happy to. There is also something mesmerizing about the process, about the desperation that has Katie hooked. Five minutes into the new stack, Missy starts making small moans, her legs completely dancing around in absurd fashion. At this point, Katie realizes its time to make mention. "If you're going to piss, please do it on the toilet and not on my desk." "S...Sorry Ms. Lewis-Daniels." And she continues working, though her posture stiffens to stop any weakness from coming out. Small portions of Missy's desperation are hitting onto Katie's own full bladder, she doesn't show it, as she has had the experience to reject that urge until the last possible moment, and never look like Missy, losing control like that. It reminds her that a piss would feel good at this moment, but she could wait for hours upon hours, a product of working many long days just like this one. "Tell me, Missy. Why are you so desperate?" "I... I.... I drank a lot during lunch, I'm sorry Ms." "Okay, well, when you finished with your last file, I'll take you to the restrooms." A key that she remembered from her own 8-weeks, they don't tell the interns where the restrooms actually are. Katie had a moment almost exactly like Missy's, where she was dancing up and down the cubicle, dying to know where the restrooms were and expell the liquid built up in her. It was easy for Katie to sympathetize with Missy, a sympathy that some of the recruits never receive. When Missy made the file complete, she stood up on a limb. Her legs were crossed in a strong manner, showcasing just how close Missy was from losing control. From a good angle, you could see the crossed legs reveal a small portion of the white panties underneath her mini-skirt, as Katie could from sitting down. It took a bit longer for Katie, she hadn't stood in 11 hours, and her legs were weak as she gave weight behind them, but after a few seconds she got to her feet and began to walk. "Follow me." She said to Missy, who briskly walked behind her, holding herself at every turn. "So, when was the last time you peed." "I... Last night, I believe. I used up all of my allotted credits." "Foolish error." "Yeah..." Missy stopped for a second, and gave her body a tense squeeze. "So you still haven't got any credits?" "I... Oh, no." Missy became worried, tears welling up in her eyes. As she spoke, the reached the large bathroom. "Ms. Lewis-Daniels, I'm really sorry, but can I please... please... please use your credits. I swear it won't happen again." "Trade Secret, dear." Katie spoke in a teacherly manner. "Don't be afraid to ask people for common courtesies." Katie pulled out her card and walked towards the door. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Missy spoke loud enough the rest of the office could hear her. "No problem." She swiped the card and the door swung open. Missy hobbled inside, and the door shut behind her. At this point, Katie finally had time to think about her own full bladder. It was certainly annoying and it certainly made its will known, she had her legs crossed, and she could see the bulge sticking out of her slim body. But, on the other hand, she just paid for another to pee, and she didn't have all the money in the world. Maybe she could wait till tomorrow morning, and with that in mind, she grabbed her purse from her desk and walked out the front door, her bladder giving a strong scream of pain as it was refused relief. As she walked out of the building, she glared over to the alley, where she spotted two interns, female, both in long work dresses and white blouses squatting in the alley. Though they were in the end, urine was rising all the way to the front of the alley, and she could hear the silent chatters of relief from the girl. Good for them, Katie thought, they just saved five credits. Katie hopped into her car and began her nightly journey home.
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  6. It was a just a normal Friday at work,but also was a long weekend coming up and it was payday as well,I had worked hard all day at my job catching up on and finishing some things that I had been working on for the last week or so,I work at a window and doors plant and had spent over half of the day putting the finishing touches on 7 windows I had built earlier that week..and that lasted till close to noon to finish them all..as I had started work that morning at 7 am..after I was done the windows it was close to lunch time and decided right after I ate I would finish off the five doors as well that I had also built,it was a very nice sunny day out and the temperature was about 70 degrees,and when the bell rang to let the plant know that it was lunch time,I went in and grabbed my lunch box and went outside to one of the many benches out there to eat my lunch,while siting on the bench a nice lady of about 28 years old asked if she could join me I knew she was 28 because she had told me that about 5 months earlier,I liked her a lot and she liked me as well and she had worked there up to that point about four years..I had been there nearly 5 years and her name was Linda,she had nice long blonde hair and looked just fantastic even in her work clothes and I think the one thing that we had in common besides working at the same place was that my hair was blonde as well,anyways as we started talking and having a pretty good time as well as smiling back and forth at one another,she told me that tomorrow..(Saturday)..was a very special day for her and when I asked why was it special she informed me that is was her 29th birthday..I then asked her what plans she had but in the back of my mind I was thinking of asking her out to dinner to celebrate it on that Saturday..she told me that she was going to see her parents that lived in the next city about 35 miles away..but also told me she was planning on returning around 2 pm or so that afternoon..well I had just two weeks earlier rented my very first apartment and it was a great place and was fully furnished..I then asked her if she wanted to come maybe over to my place for dinner when she got back,I also told her that I love to cook and would make her whatever she liked..she smiled and agreed,then I told her I would pick her up at 5 pm,and the dinner date was set,she also gave me directions to her place as well as her phone number..a few minutes later the bell sounded again and that meant it was time to go back to work..we both smiled huge smiles at one another then we both got up and went back indoors and I was feeling very good about my self asking her to come for dinner,I right away went to work on the doors and by 3pm I had finished them all as I only had to sand them a bit and put all of the hardware on them,we got off work at 3 30 pm and the timing was pretty good as at 3 15 the boss came out with all the paychecks and handed them out to the employees I then swept the floor of my work area till the bell rang again signaling it was quitting time,I then went and grabbed my lunch box but on the way I again met Linda and we talked for a few minutes and she said I am sure looking forward to seeing you tomorrow,I smiled to her and said me as well..and with that said she got in her car and drove off..I then got in my truck and also headed off...to be continued on my next visit
  7. I wanted to get something else committed to paper (as it were), because things might be a little crazy for all of March. I've had this scene in my mind for quite awhile now. Thanks for reading! ******* Heather Parker tugged at the hem of her pencil skirt, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. The morning had gone well enough, but she didn’t want to look anything less than completely professional for the remainder of the day in court. Heather was 27 and had been working for Richards, Wythe, & Cleveland since she’d graduated from law school a year and a half ago. Richards was the premier criminal law firm in the state, and Heather was determined to prove her worth. For 18 months, she worked long hours, often offering to take on extra tasks for the senior partners. Two months ago, Heather had been unexpectedly assigned to a trial with Thornton Martell. At 34, Thornton was the youngest partner in firm history after establishing himself as an outstanding litigator and skilled researcher. In fact, he had never lost a case on which he’d taken lead. All the junior employees did everything they could to get assigned to a case with Thornton, hoping to learn from him and raise their own profile. Of course, Heather thought wryly as she gathered her briefcase, it didn’t hurt that Thornton had leading-man good looks to go along with his brilliance. He was never flirtatious, though. On the contrary, he was serious and straightforward. Even more than the firm at large, Martell’s team members were expected to give their all to the case. Martell didn’t brook excuses; if he asked his team to do something, he expected it done. For weeks, Heather had enthusiastically completed every task, reading up on every possible relevant case and writing up clear, precise summaries. Just last night, the evening before the trial was to begin, Martell had rewarded Heather’s diligence by inviting her to join him at the prosecution table. Heather did her best not to show how ecstatic and nervous she was. The trial itself would likely last weeks, so she wanted to make a good impression on her first day. All morning, she’d listened carefully to the opening arguments and testimony, taking notes and writing down cases that she wanted to research later. In an effort to maintain a calm demeanor, Heather didn’t fidget or tap her fingers. Instead, her nervousness manifested in constantly sipping from her water glass. By lunch, her bladder was feeling reasonably full. She had a few things she wanted to look up before the afternoon, then grab a bite to eat, and then she’d visit the restroom before the trial reconvened for the afternoon. In the conference room, Heather typed furiously on her laptop. Checking her watch, she saw that she only had 10 minutes before they were scheduled to be back in the courtroom. She shifted in her seat, aware of the pressing sensation in her bladder. She quickly gathered her things and headed to the bathroom. “Ms. Parker?” Heather jumped at the sound of Mr. Martell’s voice. “Yes, sir?” she responded, recovering quickly. “I’d like to see your notes from the defense’s opening argument,” Mr. Martell was already walking toward the courtroom, not bothering to gesture for Heather to follow. The order was implied. “I think we can punch some extra holes in some of her claims.” Heather nodded, walking briskly to keep up with Martell’s strides. “Yes, sir. If I could just…” she glanced toward the restrooms. “Is there a problem, Ms. Parker?” Martell’s voice was calm, but his words chilled Heather. “Not at all, sir. We can go over my notes right now.” Heather bit the inside of her lip as the entered the courtroom. She was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to ruin her chances with Mr. Martell. Surely she could make it to the end of the day. The trial reconvened, and Heather continued taking notes and paying close attention. Martell skillfully directed his witnesses without leading, executing solid, cutting re-cross examination. Heather was nearly breathless watching his performance. Martell had arranged for the initial witnesses to be a long list of experts to analyze the evidence. The testimony was detailed and somewhat boring at times, but Martell framed his questions masterfully to make sure the jury was following. As the hours dragged on, Heather struggled to remain still. She hadn’t dared touch her water glass, but the pressure on her bladder was increasing nonetheless. She managed well enough for the first couple of hours, but she couldn’t help squirming as the afternoon wore on. By the time Martell sat down to allow for cross examination of his second witness, it had been three hours. Neither the judge nor the opposition gave any signs of slowing down, and Heather was starting to think she might not make it until the end of the day, after all. A bit recklessly, she scribbled “Recess?” on a post-it note and slid to over to Martell. Thornton spared a brief glance at the note, then did a double-take when he saw what it said. He turned toward Heather with a look of mixed incredulity and disgust. He shook his head slowly from side to side, an unmistakable “no.” Heather blushed and nodded in response. She hadn’t really expected him to agree to ask the judge for a break, but she hadn’t planned on such an unequivocal refusal, either. With a clench of her thigh muscles, she turned her attention back to taking notes. After cross-examination, Martell called his next witness, a medical expert in pathology. Heather knew from preparation that the doctor was long-winded and precise. They’d be lucky if he finished his testimony in under two hours. Heather took advantage of Martell facing the witness stand to squirm forcefully and cross her legs. Her wardrobe prevented her from grabbing at her crotch – stupid pencil skirt! Martell began his line of questioning, and the doctor jumped right in with technical, complicated explanations of cell biology and genetics. Heather wasn’t writing as diligently as before; far more energy was focused on keeping her urine from spilling all over the courtroom floor. As the testimony continued, Heather found that concentrating eased her desperation a bit. Eventually, she gave up on note-taking entirely and focused all her energy on pressing her thighs together. It was tiring, but it was working, for now. After nearly two hours, countless graphs and images, Mr. Martell finished his first line of questioning, and the defense attorney rose to begin his cross-examination. “Ms. Parker,” Mr. Martell’s whisper startled Heather, costing her her first leak. It was a substantial one, and she could feel the liquid sliding down her thighs. She choked down a gasp and frantically refocused her attention on what her boss was asking her. “…won’t get much out of Dr. Esbensen, but they might use his testimony to try to throw off Hajiri later this week. Make sure we have someone prep him.” “Yes, sir,” she whispered, scribbling his request in appallingly bad penmanship. She hoped he didn’t notice how her hand was shaking. She was so incredibly full; she couldn’t stop jiggling her leg. It took another half hour for the opposing attorney to finish his questions. By that time, Heather’s panties were thoroughly damp, though she’d managed to keep her skirt dry. Remarkably, and to Heather’s overwhelming relief, Martell declined re-cross. The doctor stepped down from the stand, and Heather stared eagerly at Judge Woodson, who was drawing in a big breath. “I think that’s enough for today,” the judge intoned, and Heather’s heart leapt. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow morning at 10:30 AM.” With that, the judge stood, inducing the sound of creaking benches and scraping chairs as everyone in the courtroom rose. Heather white-knuckled the edge of the table, slowly getting to her feet. She tried to keep her legs pressed together, but a tiny stream of urine trickled down her thigh. As soon as the judge disappeared into his chambers, Heather plopped back into her chair, clenching with all her might to regain control. Just a few more minutes… The courtroom buzzed with the sounds of shuffling papers and feet. It had been a long day, and they were all keen to leave. All except Heather, who couldn’t move a muscle without risking her ever-diminishing hold on her bladder. “Ms. Parker, I’d like you to find some examples of precedent for dismissing bite-mark analysis before tomorrow morning,” Mr. Martell directed, carefully packing up his folders. “I think you’ll find something in Adams v. Corona from the 9th circuit.” “Yes, sir,” Heather murmured, barely able to focus. She knew that making it to a restroom at this point would take a miracle; all she could hope for at the moment was for her boss to leave quickly. “Ms. Parker? Are you listening?” Martell’s sounded more surprised than irritated, but Heather still cringed. Her legs were trembling with effort as she felt the last of her control slipping away. A steady dribble slipped through her underwear, dampening the back of her skirt. “S-sorry, sir, Can you please repeat that?” Heather kept her gaze determinedly on the papers in front of her. She couldn’t stop the leak, and she knew she only had seconds before utter disaster. The courtroom had emptied; it was just her and Martell. “I said that Westen might have looked into bite marks last year, so you should check with-“ Thornton cut himself off as the sound of liquid hitting the polished wooden floor seemed to echo through the room. “Ms….Ms. Parker?” Heather closed her eyes, grasping for any semblance of composure. She felt her face burn with shame, but she refused to cry. She may be peeing herself in front of her boss in the courtroom of her first big case, but she’d be damned if she was going to break down, too. Both adults stayed still and silent, one unable and the other unwilling to believe what was happening. After nearly a minute, the trickling faded, and the only sound left was Heather’s somewhat labored breathing. Still keeping her head down, Heather inhaled deeply, preparing to break the silence. “Mr. Martell,” she began, keeping her voice level and professional. “I apologize.” She didn’t feel the need to elaborate; it was obvious what she was sorry for. “It won’t happen again.” Thornton Martell was staring down at his colleague and at the puddle beneath her chair. He felt sick to his stomach at the sight of the brilliant, mature young woman reduced to sitting in her own waste. “Ms. Parker,” he swallowed, trying for his own sense of composure, “Ms. Parker, are you alright?” “I am, Mr. Martell, thank you,” Heather replied crisply, now actively arranging her documents. “I’ll have the precedents prepared for you by tomorrow morning.” “I-“ Uncharacteristically, Thornton found himself at a loss for words. She was really talking about the case? “You don’t have to-“ “Mr. Martell,” Heather interrupted, finally lifting her eyes to meet her boss’s stare. “You asked me to have something prepared for tomorrow. I am more than familiar with the expectations of this firm and your team.” She raised her chin slightly, defensively, trying to give the impression that she was more than the sticky wetness she was sitting in. “I can do my job, sir.” Thornton’s eyebrows drew together. “Expectations…” he breathed. His mind reeled. This young woman had just urinated on herself, and she thought he was worried about the case. Is that really the kind of environment he fostered? Being in such a high-powered law firm demanded hard work and long hours, of course, and he and the other partners wanted to make sure junior assistants were prepared, but did Ms. Parker really think that the work was more important than the most basic physical needs of their employees? “Will that be all, Mr. Martell?” Heather asked, interrupted his incredulous train of thought. Thornton blinked. Overwhelmed with the idea that Ms. Parker had felt forced into having an accident, he couldn’t find anything to see other than “Yes, Ms. Parker.” Heather nodded briskly, all but dismissing him. Flustered, Thornton grabbed his coat and attaché case and left. Hearing the main door shut, Heather finally drew in a shaky breath, trying to process the events of the day. She could be fired. She didn’t know how she could bear facing Mr. Martell again; at the very least, she was sure her childish crush on her handsome, successful boss would never come to fruition now. She heard the door open again and looked up to see Bart, the janitor Heather frequently saw around the courthouse, coming in to clean the room. “Hey there, Miss Parker,” he drawled. Heather smiled wanly. “Hey, Bart,” she said apologetically. “I’m so sorry for the mess.” Bart pulled his mop bucket to the front where he could see Heather’s puddle clearly. He just grinned and shook his head. “Seen much worse than that, ma’am,” he assured her. “Can I do anything to help you?” “No, thank you, Bart,” Heather sighed, grateful for the offer. She stood gingerly, feeling the wetness all along the back of her skirt. It wouldn’t be comfortable in the cold outside, but at least her coat would cover the stain until she got home. “See you tomorrow, Miss Parker,” Bart called after her as she left, already mopping up her mess. Heather made her way to her car, still shaky with humiliation. She couldn’t erase the image of Mr. Martell’s incredulous face from her mind. Yet, tomorrow morning, she’d have to face him again in the office before they returned to Judge Woodson’s courtroom. If he even let her go back, that is. Sighing, Heather started her car. She’d worry about Mr. Martell tomorrow; right now, all she could do was go home and shower. And then look up those precedent cases… *** The next morning, Heather purposely arrived at the office early. Part of her wanted to reinforce her status as a reliable and hard worker, but mostly, she just wanted to get to her desk without running into Mr. Martell. Her plan was successful until, right at 8:30, a message popped up on her screen. “All junior employees, please meet in the conference room in 5 minutes – TM.” Heather frowned. An all-hands-on-deck meeting was never a good sign, but at least she wasn’t being asked to meet him alone. In the conference room, the other employees looked as nervous as Heather felt, though certainly not for the same reason. Mr. Martell entered promptly at 8:35. “Thank you all for being here,” he began, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “I, uh, it’s come to my attention that…well, that the other partners and I haven’t made our expectations clear.” Heather felt her colleagues’ unease all around her. They were all sure they were about to be called out for not working hard enough. Mr. Martell cleared his throat. In scanning the room, he inadvertently caught Heather’s eye, and she thought she saw him blush slightly. “We…” Thornton cleared his throat again. “We are grateful for all your hard work,” he continued, more forcefully. “But I believe that we…I have given you the impression that your work is the most important thing. And it’s not.” His eyes found Heather again, this time on purpose. He held her gaze for a moment before going on. “We don’t want this job to impact your health. Starting today, overnighters in the office are forbidden. Junior employees are required to leave by 6 PM every night. Any hours later than that must be approved by two senior partners. If you do stay past 6 PM, the firm will provide dinner and, if necessary, childcare.” Thornton paused again, barely aware of the low, stunned murmurs in the room. He glanced at Heather, who was trying to mask how blown away she was by his announcement. “I am truly sorry if I’ve made any of you think that I don’t care about your well-being, or that your job here would be in jeopardy simply for taking care of yourself. I know cultural change doesn’t come easily, but I promise to work on being more supportive in the future.” And with that, Thornton turned and walked out of the conference room. Heather clutched the arms of her chair. Mr. Martell had looked so contrite! She couldn’t believe that her accident had affected him that much. All around, her colleagues chattered with muted excitement at the new policies. There was lots of speculation over the cause, but no one mentioned Heather’s name. Heather extracted herself from the din and headed back to her desk. On the way, she peeked into Mr. Martell’s office. He looked up from his computer and locked eyes with her, his mouth ticking upward into the smallest of smiles.
  8. http://thisvid.com/videos/office-pee2/ Really nice vid, would love to see more of her later in the day after wearing her wet panties!
  9. I seriously CAN NOT believe this happened to me!! It was honestly embarassing yet so insanely crazy that this happened to me!!! So I had a late shift at work tonight (which I seriously just got off of a little over an hour ago.) We had to do a floor set where we rearrange the store. We sell jewelry accessories and pretty much just have to move tables and stands and reset the tables with jewelry displays of how the company wants it to be. I showed up at work needing to pee some but not right away. I got there around 3 and was scheduled til midnight. They had me doing work on the floor once I got there so I had to help customers while organizing products. At around 4 my boss told me that she would be in the back room to take care of a few things. After she was gone for about 30 minutes and I was stuck with customers on the floor and running back and forth to check people out at the register, I was starting to get pretty desperate. I drank a large cup of coffee with 3 shots espresso to get an energy boost plus 2- 2litre bottles of water before work to keep my head clear. Yet it was only making my bladder full...!!! I was standing at the register helping one customer and I just watching a line forming of 6 or 7 different people and all I could do was squirm, stepping back and forth, trying so hard not to pee myself!! And I couldn't hold myself of course since I was at work in front of customers so yay...bring on the no hand holding challenge haha. I realized that I absolutely NEEDED to pee within the next 10 minutes at the very very most!!! This was no longer a want this, had become a "I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO PEE whether thats in the bathroom or my pants. Seriously!" I tried calling my boss on the walkie-talkie since I didn't want to leave the floor unattended. I kept trying but she didn't reply. Only silence in my ear from the headpiece. So I was stuck. I loosened my belt to help release some of the tension from that and constantly trying to tighten the hold at my urethra more and more as I went through a line of 5 or 6 more women buying more and more stuff. And asking endless questions too!! I just tried to go on auto pilot but it once again got to the point where I crossed my legs while standing and I did NOT want to move a muscle. It was getting painful, just like last time. And I was trying not to lean forward like I had done yesterday during my first intentional hold!! ____________________ Okay sorry but I'm gonna have to finish this story later! I now need to sleep as I am fighting a sleeping pill LOL :D Will continue later <3
  10. 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.
  11. Oh man you guys. First genuine accident I've seen a girl have in front of me for awhile. Different girl from last time. And like, full accident, huge puddle on the floor type stuff. Okay. So. I'll start by describing her a little bit. She's a bit of a short girl, maybe 5'2 or 5'4. She's got some chubbiness to her, and like, a little more than a little bit, but really cute, to the point where I bet she would be really cuddleable. Roundish I guess. She's a hispanic with a really soft brown skin tone and black hair, up in a pony tail. Her hair is somewhere between wavy and curly, which I think makes her pony tail hella fly. She was wearing black leggings, light blue jean shorts, and a long darkish gray top. She's sort of a really bubbly personality, and she's well... well liked around the warehouse. She's got quite a bit of a flirty personality to her, though she's married. Curse our society and it's mostly monogamous leanings, I swear. I would ask her out in a heartbeat. Oh man. She's a huge dork and D&D nerd too. She's really great. She was also wearing a bright orange safety vest and a harness for one of our forklifts. Harness is bright yellow with some dark blue. Oh well. Her whole outfit can't be beautiful when she's workin. So sad. Okay, but it was like, the last two hours of work. We were being forced to work an extra hour and a half today, unfortunately, so I think it threw us all a little out of whack. Anyways, I was walking out from one of our aisles of shelving, and I see her parking her forklift, stepping out, and unhooking her harness from her forklift. She and I have a long standing thing where we'll sneak up and try to scare/tickle eachother. Sooooo, basic common procedure, she's looking away, I've got an opening. In retrospect, the omo part of me should have seen her fidgeting and having her hand in her crotch, but I thought she was just taking off her harness, which I mean, she was also doing... but. Well anyways. I didn't really connect her parking close to the bathrooms as her needing to use the bathroom, and I've scared her so many times that I didn't think she'd wet if I scared her. But I guess she really had to pee, because she did. I snuck up, hands at the ready to attack her sides, and went in with a particularly loud "BOO!". She screamed and started laughing hysterically almost instantly. She started exclaiming "No, no, no no no!" between laughs. She had turned to face me, me unrelenting for the first few seconds, until I saw that her hands had shot to her crotch. Slowly a dark wet spot started spreading outwards from her hands, I had thought it wet the harness, but I'm unsure. And then as it stopped growing, a sudden torrent came from between her fingers, spilling across the floor rather loudly. She had opened her legs a little, and while not much of it was going down her legs, I saw her golden urine cascading from her hands to the floor. Less a stream, more like a heavy rain. She had probably cupped it in her hands? It was really a sight to see. I'm not really sure how long it went on. It seemed like an hour as I watched and tried to absorb every last detail, but it was probably closer to thirty seconds or a minute. Now I knew she was sorta lighter skinned for a hispanic, but I hadn't really known how red she could get, but boy did she blush up a storm. She yelled out my name in a playful sort of annoyance, and lightly slugged my arm, getting my sleeve a little wet. Then she said something along the lines of "whoops, sorry" and ran off to the bathroom. Heaven knows if she had more to let out, but I didn't think so. Probably just general cleaning up. I stuck around the area anyways, having stuff to do nearby, and when she came out, she had her shorts balled up in her hand with some paper towels. She still had the leggings on, but they didn't show much wetness. Particularly with how long her shirt was. I asked if she was okay, and she said she was. She'd go home if she had any time off left, but she didn't. I teased her that she'd have to stay in her own pee for the next few hours then, and she hit me again, telling me that she couldn't believe I made her wet herself, that she hadn't done that in years. I joked around that it was probably like, a week tops, and she hit me again. But it was totally worth it. And then she told me she was gonna get me back. Jury's out on that one, but maybe I'll start to hydrate more at work for a little while... For those worried, we got someone down ASAP to clean it up. She got removed from the sitting forklift with the harness, which they found to be dry, but it had also been a few minutes. The manager offered to let her go home, but she really was out of time, needed the hours, and she said everyone was going to find out anyways. I don't think they did though? She was a bit isolated from everybody when it happened. She was on a standing forklift for the next few hours, during which she apparently dried off just fine, even if she was a bit cold the rest of the shift. She didn't particularly smell or anything, and neither did the part of my sleeve she accidentally got wet. But she reminded me as we were leaving that she'd get me back. And she made the little sign for "I've got my eyes on you." as we walked to our respective cars. I might be forgetting to mention a few details, but here you go. I hope you like it. I certainly did.
  12. Yesterday presented a funny but secretly disappointing moment for me. I had just come out of the bathroom at work and down the hall were two coworkers looking at some papers. When I got closer I noticed that that the title of the paper was written, "____ Department Content." That seemed odd, so I asked, "Is that content or contest?" I did not know if it was a typo; I was being nosy. He looked at the paper and went, "oh crap. How did that get past proof-reading?" My female coworker who was there laughed a little too hard and began to hold her legs together super tightly, bouncing a bit. "I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna pee." No streams, though. It was a good laugh but left me a little hot and bothered. That type of situation, even if I'm not attracted to the specific woman, really gets me ;)
  13. When I was 20, I worked in a small fast food restaurant. It only had one bathroom for both customers and employees, and no one who worked there liked to use it, so usually we'd just go home to pee, because we all lived in the area. That worked out fine until I started working the day shift alone. Admittedly, I drank way too much coffee and diet Pepsi, but I could usually hold it until someone on the next shift came in. One afternoon, I was putting away the large order that had just come in, and being in the freezer didn't help my full bladder at all. I was pee dancing constantly, and sometimes had to stop and hold myself. I kept telling myself I had to hold it, I was wearing khakis, I couldn't wet myself. I had just finished putting away the frozen stuff when I realized I'd pushed myself way too far. I was frozen in place, legs crossed, bent over a little, one hand on a shelf, the other between my legs. I couldn't move. All of my efforts were focused on not wetting my khaki work pants. Just then, my boss, who was also a close friend, came in. She laughed at me, and asked me if I needed to pee. I told her that yes, of course I did, and she told me to go, she would watch the restaurant. I grabbed my keys and headed out the back door, but I knew I wasn't going to make it home. I made sure the fence was closed, grabbed an empty crate to sit on, and yanked my pants down just as my bladder exploded. I balanced on the edge of the crate and tried to let it out slowly, because it was splashing on the legs of my khakis, but I didn't have very good control at that point, my body had had enough. I pissed so much it ran under the fence and into the drain in the parking lot. And to think I'd yelled at a guy on night shift for taking a piss back there the week before.
  14. Hi guys, I didn't know whether to post this on the general discussion forum or here, eventually I decided to post it here because this could become an experience soon I'm having this half idea of holding at work. It could be funny because in my office there's always another person so I should constantly dissimulate my discomfort . I thought I could get suggestions from you about how to make the thing harder and spicier! Even better, I wanna take it as a game, so as long as it doesn't go beyond my comfort zone, I'll do everything you suggest, like a challenge/dare. Note that: - No embarassing situations, I don't wanna wet myself at work or else like that. - Normally the restrooms are not too crowded (sometimes I managed to masturbate in a toilet without being bothered by the noises of people entering or else ). I'm lacking of fantasy, that's why I'm looking for hints! I don't know exactly when I'll do this, but I'll report when I do! So, some ideas? And thank you in advance - Gnii
  15. This is a story - the first fictional account I've written. I've tried to be descriptive (because that's what I like) but I don't know if it is too long for people. Let me know, feedback helps! I originally posted it on another website but the emphasis is on the desperation not the peeing. I thought it might be better here. The basis of the story is from something a friend told me happened to them a while ago, with some embellishments and alterations, so it counts as sufficiently fictional. Leah was a multi-talented 18-year old. She lived in the suburbs of London and was an only child to two decidedly middle-class parents. She did well at her studies, having obtained three A grades at 'A' level the previous summer. However, rather than heading straight off to uni, she decided to spend some time travelling, and would start her studies this September. She'd returned from her travels just before Christmas and in the New Year got a job as a waitress in a pub/cafe in the neighbouring area. Although her parents were sufficiently well off that money wasn't an issue, she was determined to be independent and earn her own money to save for uni. Brains weren't all she had - with curly dark brown hair down to the small of her back, freckles, a size 8/32B figure standing 5"2' high, she had always been popular with the guys. She was a sensible girl though, and had only had one serious relationship, although he had since moved away. She spoke with a relatively well spoken accent and was regarded by all - from boys her age to the old ladies she served sometimes at work - as absolutely lovely. She left her house early in the morning to work her 8am-6pm shift. She yawned as she got in, as she'd been working an awful lot lately, picking up extra hours. Her parents were keen to stress the importance of her studies when she went away, so she wanted to save up money now. Her morning was reasonably quiet, and she served breakfast and mid-morning teas to the few customers there were. She was still quite tired, but a couple of coffees helped with that. Although some of the waitresses liked to lounge about in the back room on quiet shifts, Leah was a very conscientious employee - she would always find something to do, replenishing condiments, polishing tables or re-stocking drinks cupboards. Lunchtime was reasonably busy and she had to be on the ball - there being only one waitress at quiet times - to keep things running smoothly. By this point all the coffee she had drunk had started to get to her, but there wasn't time to take a toilet break. Being an old building which had been converted, the toilets were down in the basement, and the staff toilets further along the basement still. By 2pm, her lunch hour, she was quite desperate and as soon as her cover arrived she went down to the staff room in the basement and had a long wee. She wore a black shirt, black tight trousers as her uniform. Underneath was a white and black polka-dot bra and a pair of pretty pink lacey knickers. She sighed happily as she relieved herself, having been waiting for quite some time. She sat eating her lunch and had some fruit juice whilst she read her magazine and caught up on her phone. As her break was almost over she thought it'd be sensible to go for another wee, although when she sat down there wasn't much to come out, so she pulled her trousers and knickers up and went back to work. She got back to the bar and collected her keys and pager ready for the last three hours of her shift. It should be quite easy, she thought, since the late shift waitress started at 4pm ready for the evening rush, and she would finish at 6pm before it got too busy. The afternoon proved busy and very warm, and Leah was kept on her feet all the time, stopping only for a brief drink of cool juice behind the bar. There was a promotion on at the moment, and it seemed that lots of people had come to take advantage of it. Finally a quiet moment arrived and she decided she had enough time to run downstairs and have a quick wee. As she entered the staff area she heard a shout "Leah!". It was Sue, the manageress. She explained that Steph, the late shift waitress, had called in sick "as per usual". Would she be able to work a double shift until 10pm? She was already quiet tired and looking forward to going home - but she could do with the overtime and Sue looked fed up enough as it was. "Yeah, alright, I'll stay until 10.". "That's amazing, you're a lifesaver as usual Leah! I'll come and help you when we start to get busy.". Leah made her excuses to leave but her pager buzzed, signalling the kitchen calling her, so she put the trip to the loo out of her mind and went back serving. From 6pm it started to get busier as people left work. By this time people had finished work and were coming out for dinner and drinks. Leah was being run ragged forwards and backwards serving meals, and any quiet moments were taken up clearing plates and replenishing condiments. Sue came out to help at 6pm, but things were still extremely busy. Leah could hold her bladder for a long time, but it was irritating her. However, every time she thought she could nip off to the toilets, something else came up. There was a quiet moment and Sue suggested she go downstairs and put her feet up for 5 minutes. Leah was more interested in the prospect of a wee! Just as she was walking to the stairs a customer called her over - there had been a mistake with her order. It was disgraceful! She couldn't eat this, there must have been a mix-up in the kitchens! It must be put right, right away! Sue was nowhere to be seen and, kind as she was, Leah went and sorted the problem out. Once this was all over, Sue appeared and reailsed that Leah hadn't taken her break yet. "I'm so sorry, maybe you could go now?". But just at this moment a large number of steaks was plated up and Leah didn't want to disappoint Sue, so she carried on. It got to 9pm and food service stopped. Leah was thankful because this meant her workload going down. However, she remembered that for the last hour of this shift she had to work behind the bar whilst one of the barmen took his break. She remembered only at 9.10pm and asked if she could nip downstairs quickly first? The barman, Matt, was a grumpy sort - she didn't understand why he'd got the job. "My break starts at 9, so I'm off now. It's all yours.". Ignorant sod, she thought. By now she needed a wee quite badly, but could still hold it without any obvious sign of distress. She was kept busy up and down the bar for the duration, as many of the diners wanted after-dinner drinks. As she was at the bar, with the till, she couldn't leave even in a quiet moment. 9.45pm. She only had 15 minutes to go! Surruptitiously, she checked the bus timetable on her phone. Her bus, the 42, was due at 10.15, and it was a 20 minute journey home, so she'd be in bed by 11. She'd even have enough time for a quick wee beforehand. It had started to quieten down, but she noticed that she couldn't really stand still for too long, as she had an increasingly-full bladder. She hadn't reckoned on Matt being an awkward git, though. 10pm came, the end of her shift, and he appeared at the bar, but headed out the door. "Wait, hang on!" she said. "Oh no" he replied "You relieved me 10 minutes late - I'm relieving you 10 minutes late. I'm off out for a fag". "Ignorant bastard" she muttered to herself, reminding herself never to do him a favour ever again. Another customer came and wanted a J20 from the fridge. As she bent down to reach it, she felt her belt press into her bladder, which was extremely painful. "Aaaah!" she thought to herself. She was quite desperate by this point, but had no way of leaving. Whilst she served the next customer she managed to cross her legs without appearing too obvious. She needed to reach a bottle from high above the bar, and stood on tiptoes. She was well aware that her pert arse would give a fine display to the waiting customer. With her trousers and underwear today he'd probably get to see a perfect outline of lacey knickers. As she reached she almost lost control, but quickly regained it before disaster happened. She found the bottle she was looking for and moved her hips into a more comfortable position. She couldn't tip-toe, she'd lose control, she just had to reach with her hands - the material of her shirt running tight over her bra. She remembered she'd have to devote all of her thoughts and energy to holding her bladder. She apologised for the wait when she served the customer, who seemed not at all bothered - the view having made up for the wait. He gave her a tip to "buy yerself a drink at the end of yer shift!". She accepted it gratefully, not saying that she' d be far happier with a wee. Matt finally relieved her at 10.10pm, to the dot. "Selfish arse" she thought to herself. She realised that she had to dash to catch her bus, otherwise she'd be waiting in the cold for half an hour for the next one. She dashed downstairs, hoping she might have tie for a quick wee, but Sue stopped her on the stairs to thank her profusely for doing a double. By this time Leah couldn't have cared for thanks, she'd much rather have the chance to wee. But time was against her and she only had enough time to grab her coat and bag and run out the door to the bus stop. And lucky she was prompt, because the bus arrived just after she did. She got on, scanned her Oyster and sat down upstairs. She was firmly crossing her legs by now, and needed to take her mind off her bladder, so she put her headphones in. The bus sped out of the town centre where her pub was situated, and gained speed as it went through the countryside towards home. It slowed into the housing estate on the edge of Leah's home area, and turned into a side road. Though it was a 20mph zone the driver was doing at least 30, and there was a >CRASH< as he went over a speed bump. This just made Leah's desperation even more intense. She hadn't had a wee since 2pm this afternoon and had been drinking all afternoon. She thought back to the last time she was this desperate, on a long-distance coach in the US - but at least she'd been drinking alcohol then rather than fruit juice, and she hadn't gone because a friend had kept her talking, rather than an ignorant colleague! Her thoughts were brought down to earth by another >CRASH< as the driver went over another bump. By this point her stomach felt full and painful, and she had to cross her legs. The bus pulled up in a layby about a mile from her house. "This bus terminates here" said the automatic voice. "Please take all of your belongings with you!". She didn't hear this because of the headphones, but very shortly a burly driver appeared and asked her to get off. "But I thought you went to the town centre?". "Aye, normally I do luv. But aven't you 'eard about the roadworks down by the motorway? A'm running late and need ter get back t' garage to av me teabreak on time. Regulations, see". Dejected, she got off the bus and watched the driver speed away. Lucky bastard, she thought. All afternoon she could have gone for a wee, but she was dedicated and conscientious to her customers. This driver reminded her of Matt, who did everything to the book - when it was in his benefit, of course. She stood at the bus stop, alone in the dark - the only other person on the bus having given up and started walking. The next bus was now 10 minutes behind. She thought ironically to herself that she could have had time to have a wee at work before getting the bus, and she'd still be home at the same time. But this didn't help her now. She removed her belt and put it in her bag - the last thing her bladder needed was extra pressure at the moment. 5 minutes to go. She was crossing her legs and pacing up and down the shelter. She started to think pragmatically. 5 minutes to the bus, then perhaps 10 minutes to her home stop, and 5 minutes to get home. She could make it. She'd been holding it for 8 hours by now - another 20 minutes was doable, surely? 2 minutes. She was breathing deeply. 1 minute. She hoped the second driver was as speedy as the first. It felt like everything had been against her today. She started to blame herself - if only she'd been as ignorant as the others! If only that woman hadn't complained about her meal! She didn't care about anything else right now - all that she wanted was to not have to wee so badly! The glorious words "DUE" appeared on the display and sure enough the double-decker appeared around the road. Finally, she thought, she was getting somewhere. But if she thought the first bus driver was an arse, the second one was a jobsworth. She got on and touched her card, but she had run out of credit. "You'll need to pay, madam, those are the rules". Great! She's bumped into another jobsworth who's just going to delay her. She explained that she'd been thrown off the other bus. "A likely story!" said Jobsworth "If you had been thrown off, the driver would have given you a voucher! You can't pull a fast one on me. You must pay the fare, or get off!". Leah put her bag down on the ledge and started fishing out coins for the fare. She could have argued, but she felt that Jobsworth would have none of it and, besides, she just wanted to get home. She was aware of the other passengers tutting and grumbling at her. She was angry - this wasn't her problem! She wanted to get home as quickly as they did! She was desperate! She found the required coins from her bag (not easy whilst trembling and crossing her legs) and paid for a new ticket. This driver was the polar opposite of the first - he was slow and solemn. It was like one of those perfect drivers you read about in the Highway Code. But safety came second to Leah right now - she urgently needed to get home and empty her bladder. As they proceeded through the estate up towards her house, she thought "Well, at least there won't be any pain from the speedbumps!". Her mother called her and asked where she was. Although her parents were away for the night, at a B&B on the coast for her father's work conference, they still kept a protective eye on their daughter. Leah explained that there had been a delay on the bus and she'd be home in about 20 minutes. As she put her phone down it slid off the seat and onto the floor. Although she was something of a feminist, she really hoped that one of the guys travelling on the bus would be a knight in shining armour and pick it up for her - bending down right now was going to be really difficult. But, no such luck. She gingerly moved into the aisle and bent down to retrieve her phone slowly, conscious that she was putting pressure on her bladder. She had a pained look on her face. To add insult to injury, her beltless trousers slipped slightly, showing the first inch or so of her lacey pink knickers. Attractive lingerie was something she prided herself on, but she preferred that it wasn't on display to the teenage boys on the back seat, who wolf-whistled. Normally her feisty self would say something to them, but she didn't care right now. As long as she could get home and pee. A middle-aged lady saw the look on her face as she stood up and leant over - "Are you alright, dear?" "Yea, I'm fine" Leah heard herself say "I'll be ok" as she held her stomach. "Oh, ladies problems. I see" said the old lady, nodding knowingly. If only she did know, thought Leah. The bus passed the local shops and the next stop was hers. Leah had never been quite so happy in all her life. In 10 minute's time, she'd be sitting at home with an empty bladder. She sat on the edge of the plastic seat and rang the bell. She opened her legs slightly and pushed her body down against the plastic, using it to discretely apply pressure to her privates. She didn't want anybody to see her holding herself - it wasn't ladylike! Then, it happened. The bus turned the corner just as a car approached the other way and the driver swerved, briefly mounting the pavement, resulting in a heavy crash as the wheels dropped back to the roadway. The pressure on Leah's crotch disappeared and the shock of the near-crash caused her sphincter to leak a squirt of pee into her knickers. She regained control and somehow shuffled towards the exit door. She got off without a word of thanks to the driver , ignorant bastard. She thought that Matt, her selfish colleague, should apply for a job with them. Leah still had five minutes walk to her house, and she was beyond desperate. She hadn't been to the toilet in over 8 hours and was absolutely bursting for a wee. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief. She started to walk as quickly as she could, whilst maintaining pressure on her crotch. An old couple on the other side of the road looked at her disapprovingly - she must have looked drunk, although all she'd had was three coffees, two fruit juices and a few pints of water. "All" she'd had. She walked down the side street and got to the cross-roads, when she felt an involuntary contraction and another squirt of wee escaped into her knickers. She realised that her bladder must have reached its absolute physical capacity and was slowly leaking as more was added. She slipped her right hand down her trousers and jammed it on her crotch, her knickers already wet to touch. She walked across the road and onto the path which lead to her road. She took a step onto the path and felt another spasm. She realised that she had no other option, she had to relieve herself now, before her tortured overfull bladder emptied itself. She shuffled over the five meters to the tennis courts, which were surrounded by bushes and afforded a modicum of privacy. She would have looked an absolute sight - walking in a totally cross-legged way, with a hand down her trousers. Leah considered herself ladylike and the idea of weeing outside was almost alien to her. In fact, the first and last time she'd done it was a year or so previously, at a party in some fields. She'd realised there were absolutely no toilets nearby and her friend Emily had kindly shown her how to squat in a bush. She wasn't the sort of girl to pop a squat in an alleyway anywhere. Sure, she had been desperate a few times on the way home from a night out, but never this bad. She dropped her handbag and coat on the tarmac, then shuffled over a few feet. She unbuckled the fastening of her trousers - sod the bloody zip being awkward at the worst time! - and then lowered her knickers to her knees. She noticed a large patch of wetness where she had involuntarily let loose. As she squatted she tried to move away from where she left her bag, to avoid it getting wet. She was holding in with all her might by this point. She looked down, holding as hard as she could, and noticed that a slow trickle was leaking out of her pained sphincter, dribbling down onto the tarmac. She stayed there, being amazed at how it was still leaking despite her holding quite so hard. She shuffled away another step, leaving a trail behind her. She decided this was it - time to relieve herself. She relaxed, but nothing happened. Her body, having been saying "hold it, hold it, hold it" for the last 6 hours had almost forgotten there was any other state! And then the floodgates opened. There was a hissing sound as a fine stream started, followed by a heavy torrent which looked like a small firehose. Finally, after all these hours, her pained bladder was releasing. Leah looked down at the stream emerging from her and was amazed that she could hold so much. She sighed deeply from the relief. She was quite used to holding for a long time, but this really took the biscuit. Her petite form was squatting over a vastly-forming puddle. Her curly brown hair, which had many guys hooked from first setting eyes on her, rested over her arched back, just stopping above her bare bottom. Her deep blue eyes were wide with relief. And she continued to urinate profusely. The gushing stream, complete with hiss, continued. She was worried the hissing from the escaping pee would be audible to anybody who might be passing at this time of night. The gushing stream died down and a steady flow replaced it. Her poor bladder, which had held on for 8 hours, was still very full and emptying slowly. She was astounded at the amount of time she'd been weeing for; her knees were getting stiff from squatting for so long! At the same time she was glad she'd made the decision to give up and squat when she did. If she'd have tried to stay the course and get home, she'd probably have ended up having an embarrassing accident - and a major one at that. After a very long time the steady flow gave way to a series of ongoing squirts as her bladder finally emptied itself. It still ached intensely, from the extreme pressure which it had been under. Squirt after squirt continued as her bladder emptied the final remaining contents onto the floor, to add to the considerable puddle. After a couple of minutes, Leah was sure she'd finished. She took a deep breath and took in the feeling of an empty bladder. She had been on the verge of a massive accident - in fact she'd started having one. She didn't have any tissues to wipe with, but when she inspected her knickers she realised there wasn't much of a problem. She gingerly pulled her knickers up, feeling an unpleasant coldness where the wet patch touched her privates. She pulled up her trousers - but didn't bother with the belt. She stepped carefully away from the puddle on the ground and looked in astonishment at how much she'd been holding in. She didn't believe she could keep so much in. As Leah left the tennis courts she rejoined the main path, walking towards her home. She noticed how it was much easier to walk now her bladder was empty! She reached home, unlocked and went up to her room, removing her trousers and shirt. She stood in her bra and knickers assessing the damage - luckily her knickers had soaked up the leakage, her trousers weren't affected at all. Her knickers were wet underneath, with a wet patch rising up both front and back sides, the material clinging to her privates. Although her bladder had been emptied she soon had a desperate urge to wee again. Being home alone there was no problem - but she felt herself leaking as she ran to the bathroom, and plonked hersef on the toilet to let another long stream loose. She figured her poor bladder had been holding on for so long, it was weak and in need of rest! Leah stood in the bathroom in her bra and knickers, removing them and putting them in the wash before running a relaxing hot bath. As she did her mum rang again and Leah had to assure her that she was fine, she'd just been delayed. "Oh good" said her mother "I was worried there might have been some accident! You know how I worry". Leah smiled - her mum didn't know the accident that so nearly happened!
  16. I know ive written here many times, but since no one else is around to really talk to and get advice from. So if you have read a few of my past advice things you will understand whats been going on. Recently i went to California to be with the love of my life. Being a girl with a mental disorder, ticks and manic depression, i always thought stuff like that would never be solved. However, throughout my trip to Cali, all my ticks were gone, i stopped biting my nails, my mental disorder that makes me pull my lashes out i felt no urge to do so, and for the first time i wasnt sad or felt heart pain. I never knew my stress levels back where i lived were that bad. Me being only a young adult and still living with my parents, i asked my mom what to do and she was supportive of letting me live there if i had a plan. fast forward to me sobbing on my way back from Cali with a plan to work and get back there to live there with my love and be happy, and since ive been back its been horrible, im working now but the owners do nothing but sit in the back smoking and expect me to almost handle everything. I dont mind being perky or fast. But i dont like being yelled at for doing what i was told ( such as the other day they had 6 pick up orders that needed to be ready and bagged and didnt want me to go anywhere but the kitchen, but then yelled at me when something wasnt being done somewhere else) or im yelled at for not asking a customer if they want something on their meal that i was not told had options for. No one is telling me everything and then customers get mad when i have to walk to get the code to the register so customers can pay because the owners wife keeps logging me out and wont tell me the code. anything i eat wont stay in my system for more than 20 minutes or less without ending in the bathroom for 15 minutes. My heart pain is getting worse to the point where i have trouble breathing and i feel mentally insane. I tell my love this and he fears im gonna die from this stress, my mom who seems supportive and who i told my stress problems to when i returned, told me today that i chose this and i have a goal and need to focus and she didnt seem to care how bad my stress is. i get that i chose the job, but there was little to no places hiring and i needed to learn how to get a job myself, instead of my parents doing it for me, but even now they dont care whats happening to me, and the rest of the family thinks im stupid for wanting dreams like this, i dont know what i can do....... im just tired..... i get the adult world only gets harder, but me being a young age of 19, I shouldn't have it this hard so soon in my life what can i even do anymore?
  17. 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?
  18. 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.
  19. I've shared this story online before, but possibly not here, at least not in recent years, can't find it in my history. But, it's a good one, so enjoy. Several years ago, I got involved with a girl who worked with me in an office. We had a playful D/s thing going on, she was my Ma'am, and I was her missy. I had noticed almost right away that Ma'am was always holding her pee, for absolutely no reason at all. Then, she started making me do it, too. I brought up the pee fetish several times, but she denied she had one, of course. One day at work, when I was having a really bad time, and we were alone, after she'd told me to hold it, she said "Come, here, missy." She patted her lap, and I sat down, holding myself and helplessly squirming. She held me and told me to quit fidgeting and relax, and she kissed me. I told her that I couldn't keep still, that I was on the verge of "pissing myself like Fergie" (my exact quote), and Ma'am pushed me off her lap. "No, missy! Don't wet your pants! Go to the restroom, now! Run, missy! You'd better not wet your pants!" She scolded me as I ran out of the office. I did make it to the bathroom, good thing, because she checked to make sure I hadn't wet myself at all. Even though I hadn't, she still swatted my ass with her ruler for being unable to wait.
  20. Hi all, this is my first post so sorry if it's not great! And I'm really sorry about how long it is!!! But there is a lot of peeing all the way through so I hope you won't get too bored (: I've been a long time lurker on this site and love all of your stories and thought it was time I started contributing my own (: hope you enjoy. I'll start by giving you a bit of background about myself, I'm 5ft3 with long brown curly hair which I mostly wear up in a top not bun, I'm not overweight but I am a bit on the curvier side and my bum sticks out about half a mile. I work as a support worker for adults with learning difficulties on a one to one basis and as most of the people I support are incontinent it means I can pretty much pee anywhere I want at work without anyone ever noticing!! We do "sleep-ins" here which is basically where a room is set up at work for one employee a night to sleep in, it's in place so that if anything happens with the people we support during the night the wake-in staff has a second but can only wake us up in an emergency as we are usually on shift the next day. So I was working a 14.5 hour day sleep-in then an 11 hour day, and I already had planned in my head what naughty things I was going to do :P. The guy I was supporting, let's call him David, is nocturnal he sleeps all day and is awake all night and believe me it would take a bombing to wake him. So I arrived at work at 7am had handover with the night staff lady, it was so difficult to contain my excitement knowing what my plans for this day were. Once the night staff lady was gone I put the chain on davids door as I do everyday because the other members of staff just walk in here and I don't want them knowing what I get up to at work :P. I then went to go grab one of davids night time extra absorbent pads (diapers) and put it on under my tight blue skinny jeans. With the jeans I was wearing a red fenchurch hoodie and brown lace up boots with a white fluffy turn over, I had no knickers on as to allow room for the pad (my knickers are very small). I put the pad on and went about cleaning davids flat, him being incontinenent the whole flat has linoleum floors so it's wipe clean I went about mopping the entire flat with my headphones in. I stopped to have a cup of tea and decided to release my first little bit of pee whilst I was filling the kettle it was only a small spurt probable less that a second but it instantly warmed me up and sent shivers up my spine, it felt so good that all of my hairs on my back and arms stood up and I got goosebumps. I put the kettle on to boil and decided to drink a cup of water before I had my tea, you know to make the day a little more exciting. I sat down to watch TV whilst I drank my cup of tea and kept letting out little spurts of pee with my legs up in the air so it would all pool around my bum, it felt amazing so warm and wet so I started to move my hips whilst sitting down to get that beautiful rubbing feeling a wet pad gives you and let go a quite long maybe 5 second spurt. Mmm it felt so good I didn't want to stop I wanted to empty my bladder into the pad there and then but I knew it would mess with my plans of being wet all day. I got up and started doing some more house work to distract myself, I unloaded the dishwasher from the night before and swept up the kitchen before getting ready to mop it. David has a tendency to throw things so most things he can throw get put in high places, so the dustpan and brush was on top of one of the kitchen cupboards and being quite short I have to stretch quite a lot to reach it, this caused me to leak uncontrollably in my pad as I hadn't had my morning pee. I managed to stop the flow after about 15 seconds of peeing hard into my pad. My body shivered I was so turned on. I had to try very hard to not pee when I squatted down to sweep the dirt from the floor into the dustpan but I couldn't stop my self from letting out a very slow stream for about 10 seconds I then stood up and regained control. I continued cleaning and put a load of washing in the machine then I had an idea... I had not turned the washing machine on yet and I've been working on aiming my pee for some time and felt confident enough that if I pulled my jeans and my pad down to my knees I could stand there and aim into the washing machine no problem, so that's just what I did, whilst I was peeing into the machine pee was dripping down both my legs but getting absorbed by the pad at my knees. This felt so good I didn't want to stop so I emptied my bladder into the washing machine. This felt amazing with the shivering and the goosebumps I almost climaxed right at that moment. It was another couple of hours before I had to pee again but I kept the pad on as I love the wet warm feeling around my sensitive area, I decided to be a bit more daring for my next wee, I had a long coat with me due to it being mid December so I put it on rolled a cigarette and went to grab a couple of my colleagues for a cigarette break, I stood there next to the two guys I was on shift with wetting my pad slowly whilst having a conversation with them and they were none the wiser. It felt so good that when I went back upstairs and put the chain on the door and couldn't help but stand there legs apart leaning on the door and rubbing myself. I climaxed and peed at the same time then had to sit down where I was in my very wet pad. Again a couple of hours passed I'd had 4 or 5 cups of tea and an energy drink for the diuretic effects it has, I was feeling super naughty and had another crazy idea, there was half a basket of washing that needed to go in so I thought I may aswell do it, but I thought I'd make it really dirty first so I pulled down my trousers and my pad which was sagging by now (but I knew it could take so much more) and sat on top of the laundry basket and just let go it took me a few seconds longer than normal to let go but when I did it was a powerful jet of very clear pee. I peed for about 45 seconds then made myself stop which was not an easy battle but I won none the less. I stood up and pulled up my pad and my trousers. Then without any warning I started peeing uncontrollably into my pad after the first 10 seconds I stopped trying to fight it and just let go. I wasn't worried about the pad leaking as I knew I could pee 8 full bladders worth into one of these pads before it even thought about leaking. It was a constant stream for about a minute and a half, and it was so powerful you could hear it hissing into the pad, god do I love that hissing sound. I put my hand down the front of my pad feeling all my fresh warm pee and gave myself a couple of cheeky rubs before I heard someone knock on the door of davids flat I put on my coat to cover the pad and went to answer the door. It was my boss, she asked what I was doing wearing my coat indoors and I just said I think I'm coming down with something because I'm freezing. It was about 5pm at this point and my boss had popped in unannounced because my support and development meeting was overdue. So I'm sat on the sofa in the flat in a soaking wet pad wearing a coat and sweating my butt off for an hour talking about how I get on with the team and the people we support and what I think I need help with, everytime she looked down at her notepad to write something down I pushed a little more pee into the pad. She never noticed but the pad was getting super super difficult to walk normally in as it was so full so my boss left and I went and took it off then decided not to put a new one on instead everytime I needed to pee regardless of where I was I would just drop my trousers and squat. This is one of my favourite things to do, as it feels so much naughtier than just wetting in the pad. So I started washing up and needed to pee as soon as I'd run the water so I pulled down my trousers squatted and peed for about 5-6 seconds. It was heavenly as I heard it splattering all onto the floor. I don't clean up my pee puddles instantly as I like to go round when I'm done and just clean it all one go. I washed up then had another cup of tea. I was sat watching the news when the urge struck me to go down to the sleep in room and pee somewhere in there without the person on shift in that flat noticing me just my luck Chris my colleague has just gone out for a cigarette and he was working in there so I ran down stairs went into the corner dropped my trouser and peed into the carpet. The sound of me pee hitting the carpet is my second favourite noise right after the hissing sound it makes coming out of me. I peed for about 20 seconds then pulled up my jeans so the last few drops drip there and keep me nice and damp. I didn't feel bad about peeing on the carpet as we have the carpets here cleaned professionally weekly and the whole place is getting a refurb so the carpet will be gone soon anyway. I had a cigarette then went back up to davids flat I checked him still fast asleep and I only had half hour until I was off shift and in the sleep in room so I went and pushed a couple of second spurt out in every room. In the living room I took my jeans off completely bent my legs up and put my feet on the sofa opened my legs and pushed a strong stream out for about 30 seconds it was going everywhere and you could hear it spattering all over the floor. I didn't bother putting my trousers back on I walked into the dining room sat on a chair and pushed again I felt it trickling out and pooling around my bum. I thought I was all out of pee but as I was walking through to the bathroom my bladder just relaxed uncontrollably and I pissed all the way down my legs so I stopped and just let it carry on squatting to get the last little bit out. I went and put my trousers back on without wiping and mopped up all of my pee. I sat down to have another cup of tea before handover and making my way down to the sleep in room. I went and said hello to Stephen the person we support whose flat the sleep in room is in I sat and watched tv with him until 11pm when I went out for a cigarette. I didn't realise how much I needed to pee until the cold air hit me my bladder gave a little twinge which made me cross my legs. I got to the smoking area which is in full view of the main building where the one wake in night staff was working. I was feeling daring so I lit my cigarette pulled down my trousers sat on the bench and peed..., I could hear it splattering onto the floor underneath the bench as it was cascading down through the slats. It felt so good to be so naughty knowing that the night staff lady could look out of a window any second and see me sat there peeing onto the floor. It felt so naughty, that one rub on my clit and I was full body orgasming. I relaxed sat back and finished peeing after about 2 minutes. I pulled up my trousers and let the last little bit go in them dampening my crotch quite noticeably. I went back in made myself a cup of tea and said goodnight to Stephen and locked myself in the sleeping room so he couldn't walk in. I looked at the spot in the corner where I had peed earlier and it was completely dry, it's where the ottoman goes so I had pulled that out earlier peed underneath where it was supposed to go and put it back I got ready for bed and got in and drank my cup of tea whilst watching family guy on my phone. Another hour passed and I was really getting quite deperate again so I held for another 15 minutes and couldn't possibly hold anymore so I got up and felt myself start to leak, so I dropped my pj shorts got into the corner where I had peed before and completely let go. It gushed out of me making the most audible hiss I had ever heard. It was hitting the floor and splashing back up covering me in little droplets of pee on my bum and my feet. It felt so good that I kept pushing until my bladder ached then decided I should probably get some sleep as it was now 1am and I had to be up at 6am to be back on shift for 7am. So I went to sleep. ----------------------------/ When I woke up in the morning I really needed to pee again so I opened the back door which led to an alley leading to the garden. I took my shorts off stood just inside the door aimed and peed all over the outside doormat, after all that I had drank yesterday and not having peed for 5 hours there was a lot. I timed my pee on my phone "00:02:36" I peed for two and a half minutes straight. By this time the mat was no longer containing my pee there was a little stream running down the cracks in the brick paving into the garden. I went back in showered and put back on the same clothes as the day before with the addition of a very small pink lacey thong. I went back up to davids flat got him ready for bed and got him into bed (it's so backwards supporting someone who is nocturnal) then had another 10 hours to myself. I decided that I wouldn't put a pad on today that I would just do the squat and pee thing that I did yesterday with a slight twist, that my trousers had to be off and I had to be sitting on something. So I started my day as usual and started to get really desperate around 10am so I sat on the unit under the wall mounted tv took off my trousers opened my legs and pushed to get a powerful stream through my knickers. It shot about two metres in front of me and splattered all over the black leather sofa. I didn't keep peeing forward 2 metres it was only the first bit but I peed for another 30 seconds then made myself stop as I wanted to have plenty more fun and didn't want to empty my bladder just yet. I pulled my trousers back up over my soaking wet knickers. As yesterday I kept drinking tea and coffee and soon filled up again, this time I decided to sit on the only not waterproof chair there is in this flat pull my trousers down and pee into the cushion through my panties. This feels amazing as it all pools up between your legs before the fabric gives and lets it soak in to the material. It was so warm that I just sat there having a naughty little play in front of the window where I could see out but because it's a net curtain people can't see in. It felt so liberating sat in my own pee masturbating in such a public but private place. I only had 3 hours of my shift left and as much fun as I've already had I wanted more. So I drank 2 litres of water and in half an hour I felt myself filling up again. So I pulled of my trousers and my underwear went and stood in front of a wall sat slightly using the wall for balance opened my legs as far as they would go and pushed..... it sprayed out of me so powerfully so I started directing it moving it side to side until I'd covered a good 4 square metres of the floor after this I orgasmed so powerfully that my legs gave out and I fell straight down into my puddle. I mopped up and didn't have to go again until I was on my way home but that's a story for another day. Sorry about how long it is I was trying to fit in as much detail as possible so you could all get the best experience out of my very wet two days (: hope you enjoyed reading
  21. hey guys. I'm at work and it's a 24h shift. Now, I usually drink 2 to 3 bottles of water during the day when I'm doing these shifts and today is no different. I'm done with my second bottle today, and I was never into holding, or not that much, I kind of simply enjoy the sensation of going against one of the basic teachings of society that is to use a bathroom and just go on my pants instead, whatever it is i'm doing, like I just don't care. (although even that is quite rare for me) But I spent a few hours reading some posts here about holding it to the max and decided to give it a try. So here I am, after my second bottle and my third time almost wetting myself. And I gotta say, against all I believed, this is fun! I'm having a blast (almost literally) with this today. It's quite hard to hide it from the others but even that gives me a thrill. It does. So right now, when I got up the 3rd time to go pee, I almost couldn't move. As I walked to the wc I was feeling my pee dribbling on my boxers. I feel wet for the 3rd time since this morning. luckily it's not enought to be visible. Last but not least, when I finally pee the stream is so strong I feel little drops ricocheting in my hand and I don't struggle too much to avoid peeing my hand a little when I shake it off. It's been quite the day today at work. I hope this is all that goes on though, I once did wet myself (true accident) at work. It was completely unnoticed, I can tell the story on another post if you so desire.
  22. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
  23. Hey guys, so it's been a while since I've actually had an accident, especially in public. Of course, I usually deliberately make a mess of myself about 1 or 2 times a week, but usually in my bathroom or in my bedroom. But this happened at work last night, so I figured it was worth sharing with all of you guys. So I work at a McDonald's, and I usually work either the front counter or the drive-thru. Now, at my location we're only allowed one bathroom break/smoke break if we need it, and considering how many people smoke at work, I guess it's understandable that they wouldn't want people going on smoke breaks every 20 minutes. The same policy goes for the bathroom. Usually I use the bathroom around the middle of my shifts, and I can hold off pretty well after using it. But there have been a number of times that I've had close calls at the end of my shifts, where I have to run in to the bathroom once I clock out. The uniform policy states that we have to wear black pants of some sort; black jeans are fine. Some people wear black khakis, but I prefer wearing black skinny jeans instead. It's comfier for me I guess. Anyways, so I woke up super late yesterday, like 2:00 PM, and I had work for 3:00, so I had to quickly rush to do my chores and stuff before work. It was when I was driving to work that I realized that I had not yet went to the bathroom! So I figured I would pee when I got to work, but traffic was a bitch. I ended up showing up to work 10 minutes late, and I still obviously had to piss. My manager saw me walk through the doors and she immediately began yelling at me for coming in late. I apologized, and told her that I was just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. "Oh, no," she said. "You can help out right now since it's busy, and then you can go once it quiets down." Fuck. I was really desperate at this point, and if I pissed myself at the very beginning of my 7 hour shift, well, it would make to be a very long day. I helped out, and finally, it quieted down. I quickly ran up to my boss and said, "the rush is done, can I please go pee now?!" She looked at me, and mumbled "Fine. Be quick." That was music to my ears. I ran to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet in just the nick of time, when piss gushed out into it. I checked the time on my phone. 3:45, it said. I was gonna be here until 10. The shift itself was long, and painful, as that's how it goes in fast food, and time seemed to stretch on and on. I had a couple of sodas to keep myself refreshed throughout the shift, since it's summertime, and it gets hot in a kitchen. Toward 8:00 or so, that's when it hit me like a freight train. Suddenly I noticed my urge to pee came back. Ah, well, I'm sure I can hold off for 2 more hours, I thought to myself. It got much worse as the minutes passed, and soon I was finding myself crossing my legs. I turned to my manager and asked if I could use the bathroom. She knew I already went, and she was pissed at me for being late for work, not to mention I handed out 3 bags of food wrong, so she was not very pleased with me. So take a wild guess of what she said! It came to the point where I was THROBBING in pain. Everything in my overall crotch area was in immense pain. I had to lean and put my hand on my crotch when my manager wasn't looking. [It violates health codes doing that] I had to still take orders through the drive-thru while in this immense pain and extreme desperation. The odds that my pants would survive this were not looking good. I was in the middle of taking an order through the drive-thru, when the unholy doors down below opened and my piss just gushed out. I had to use both hands with extreme amounts of pressure on my crotch to stop it. Not too big of a stain was on my jeans, but it definitely didn't feel comfy. My manager walked around the corner and saw me holding onto dear life. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" She yelled. "Go wash your hands. Now. I'm not paying you to do that with your hands." So she didn't see the small patch on my jeans, but she saw what I was doing with my hands obviously. I washed my hands, and went back to order-taking. My manager kept me under a close eye for the remainder of the night, but things took a turn for the worst. Maybe 5 minutes after my close call, I had to deal with one more customer in the line and the rush would be gone. Just as I was getting handed money from the customer, my legs trembled, my pussy throbbed, and down came the rain. I knew it was coming, but there was no way I could stop it. I had money and receipts in my hand, and if I made a sudden movement toward my pants with money in my hands, the people watching through the security camera would have assumed me stealing. I had to accept the fact that I was peeing my fucking pants in front of a customer. Luckily he couldn't see what was occurring since you can't see people's legs in a drive-thru, but still, peeing your pants in front of a random stranger at your work is pretty humiliating. I quickly handed him him money as I felt my warm pee flow down my legs, where I could hear it splash onto the floor. He stared at me suspiciously as I was blushing immensely, but he drove off. At this point, I was at the point of no return and finished peeing all over my pants and onto the floor. My manager turned around and saw me peeing all over her floor. I told her that I really had to pee, and she was understanding of it, but she had me mop up the mess. My entire thighs were soaked out, and I had to finish my shift with wet, smelly jeans. Ugh.
  24. Earlier this summer, I was working in an area I wasn't so familiar with, so it was taking me forever. Since I was out there for awhile, of course I needed to pee. I figured I'd wait until I came to the gas station, but by the time I got there, I was so desperate I had already leaked like crazy. I'd also worn very thin undies that day, not my usual cotton, but some kind of microfiber, so I knew I had a wet spot going on. I had to squirm around in my truck before I could even get out and make the dash to the restroom. I was leaking the whole way as I moved in careful, quick steps, my face a mask of panic. I got to the ladies' and into a stall, and yanked my capri pants down and just started peeing before I could even close the door. From the toilet, I leaned forward to latch it, and realized that I was peeing right through my undies; I didn't realize they hadn't come down with my destroyed denim capris. I couldn't believe it. I'd never accidentally wet like that before. I felt like I was in one of those staged desperation wetting movies as I pulled off my capris and inspected the damage. The whole butt was wet; there was no hiding this accident. I threw my thin, white undies away in the sanitary bin and pulled on my wet capris. I had nothing to hide the wet spot with except for my sheer layer shirt I was wearing over a tank top. I took it off, shoved it into the back of my pants, and went about the rest of my workday that way. No one was the wiser.
  25. so as mentioned before i work alone in a place where practicing our thig will go unoiticed . lately i have been workingat untraining myself. i let it fil up and tryto remain relaxed all day, i psychological myself into beleiving i have no control, at night i sometimes listen to supposed wettinghypno tracts suppsed to help. sometimes i just listento running water. tonight some sucess. i hae wattered my bladder wellthis afernoon, because of my relxed state instead of building up in my bladder it all rushed intomy penis, to sit in wait because potty training is too effctive. so its sitting there and im coming to the point wher ill have to use the toilet or risk wet pants when others come in. so i drop some papes andbend to pick them up an about half the load rushes out soaking my crotch and driipping ont the floor. slowly but surly the practice pays off. when i stand itvsoaks the inside of the legs, big old wonderful mes.
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