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hyperthunder

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  1. Hello all! I've been a long time lurker, but this is my first time writing something for this forum, so I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any feedback, as I would love to hear your thoughts :') Thank you!! PART ONE At 11:43 AM on a Tuesday morning, Sarah Wilson woke up feeling more refreshed than she had in ages. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten a day off from work, so she was determined to make the most of her free day. After washing down her morning (technically afternoon) eggs and toast with a tall glass of orange juice, she quickly got dressed for the gym. She decided on a really cute teal sports bra that went well with her skin tight navy blue yoga pants. Sarah certainly couldn’t call herself a gym rat, but she knew that her hard work at the gym had been paying off because her ass looked fantastic in those yoga pants. She stopped to take a quick glance in the mirror as she was leaving the house and was horrified to see that her eyebrows looked more unkempt than usual. She made a mental note to get them done in the near future and then left her apartment in a rush, not realizing that she had forgotten to use the restroom before her workout. Throughout her workout, Sarah kept drinking water to avoid getting dehydrated. She ended up having to refill her bottle twice because she was going through her water supply so quickly. When she had reached the gym, her bladder wasn’t really much of an issue because she knew that she had a strong bladder and that after she was done with her workout she could use the restroom in the women’s locker room. For a while, she was too in the zone to even think about her bladder, but after a few hours of working out, her desperation levels were getting intense and it was affecting her concentration, so she ended her gym session earlier than she usually did. As she hurried to the locker room, she could feel her already urgent need for relief continue to grow; all of the fluid from the past 20ish hours seemed to be hitting her bladder at once. Still, she had faith in her iron bladder, which hadn’t failed her since she was in diapers. Sarah was forced to slow down because she had to press her thighs together to prevent leaking, which made the walk to the locker room feel like an endless hike. Finally, she turned a corner and was relieved to see the entrance to the locker room at the end of the hallway. Her body confused her relief for relaxation and Sarah’s eyes widened in horror as she felt her pants quickly grow warm. A wet patch the size of a golf ball was now visible, but only if you looked closely. She stopped for a minute to regain control of her body and then continued awkwardly waddling to the locker room, hands between her thighs. When she reached the locker room, she couldn’t wait to get into a bathroom stall, but some higher power must have had other plans for her because there was already a huge line of women waiting to use the restroom as well. Sarah took her place at the end of the line and prayed that she would be able to make it to the front before she publicly humiliated herself. TO BE CONTINUED!!
  2. Yesterday, I peed at around 11 in the morning and left the house for volunteer work. I wasn't able to drink water throughout the day at around 7, so I compensated by drinking a couple glasses. I knew that I would get a bathroom urge soon but I was watching something, so I threw on a few nighttime pads to absorb some dribbling. Up until midnight, I was fine, having peed enough in the pad to keep me from feeling desperate. Around 12:40, I started feeling the need to go and I was leaking, so I got up to go to the bathroom, which is across the hall from me. The moment I stood up, another stream of pee shot out. It was way too late to have an accident, so I remained confident in my ability to reach the bathroom. I couldn't afford to not make it. I dribbled more when I started walking, but I finally reached the bathroom. I entered, closed and locked the door, turned on the light, and stopped because another stream shot out and went running down my left leg. As I started to turn toward the toilet, more pee came out and I couldn't stop it. I tried taking a step, but I stopped when I realized that I was too desperate to move from my position. In my moment of weakness, I started peeing myself right in front of my toilet. The sweatpants I wore absorbed most of the pee, but I made a small puddle on my floor. It's the first time I've felt so embarrassed after an accident and I've had a public accident and walked around with wet jeans at the crotch! I think it's because I've never actually seen my pee puddle before (I usually use a towel) and it felt different.
  3. This morning, I woke up and left the house in a hurry without peeing. I went on a short road trip and stopped for lunch. I enjoyed a mango daiquiri with my meal, along with a lot of water. I was wearing pale blue jeans during the trip and I didn't change when I got home. Eventually, my drinks caught up with me and I started dribbling. I even tried using my hand to stop the pee because I was busy and I didn't want to pee my pants but I didn't want to use the restroom as well. My efforts were pointless and now my jeans are really cold and they're clinging to my legs. The darker patch on my pants is lovely, though. My jeans are glistening from the absurd amount of pee I had been holding.
  4. She keeps asking about the smell whenever she's in my room, but I think she believes that it's my dogs fault!
  5. My sister is currently visiting us this week and the first thing she said when she entered my room was, "Is everything all right? It smells like pee here." I shrugged off her accusation, but decided that I couldn't risk her finding out that I wet my jeans. She's out with her friends tonight and I haven't peed all day and I was reading downstairs and leaked a little into my underwear so I rushed to my room and let out a little more. I gradually let more and more out until I couldn't stop. The pee reached my feet and my jeans are soaked, but hopefully I'll be able to cover up my accident before my sister returns.
  6. To start things off, I have a fairly strong bladder. If I haven't drank much, I can comfortably hold up to around 14 hours. Any peeing that's done by me is either done in the toilet or in my jeans on purpose. I have never lost control since I was little. I guess today was one of those days where I ended up drinking a lot of water, but I didn't feel it until about an hour ago. It wasn't urgent, so I just ignored it. I had a small wet patch on my jeans, but dribbling isn't a big deal for me so I didn't think twice about it. By the time I really needed to go, my bladder felt all swollen and it hurt really badly. I was only a few feet away from my bathroom but it hurt too much to move. Pee started shooting out in small streams that I tried to suppress, but after a few minutes, I couldn't stop myself from losing control. I had been holding pee for half a day and it showed as my legs gradually became soaked by my sticky, warm urine. My light denim blue jeans are now a much darker color, as shown in the pictures.
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