Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Sign Up

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'close call'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
    • Welcome to OmoOrg!
    • Introductions
    • Feedback
  • Omorashi / Peeing
    • Omorashi general
    • Omorashi & peeing experiences
    • Omorashi & peeing artwork
    • Omorashi & peeing fiction
    • Omorashi & peeing videos
  • Omutsu / AB(DL)
    • Omutsu general
    • Diapered & ABDL experiences
    • Diapered & ABDL artwork
    • Diapered & ABDL fiction
    • Diapered & ABDL videos
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Forum games
    • Roleplaying realm

Categories

  • Shizuku's Comic
  • Premium Content
    • Nappy Boarding House
    • WesternWets Comics
    • OJHI JAV Series
    • LittleLadyLumi
    • Biku Comics
    • AliceWetting
    • Ripandbustys
  • JAV Collections
  • Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • AB/DL Wetting Videos
    • Female
    • Male
    • Transgender (MtF)
    • Transgender (FtM)
  • Other Videos
    • Female AB/DL Messing
    • Male AB/DL Messing
    • Other AB/DL Messing
    • Other Messing
  • Doujinshi, Eroge and Hentai
    • Anime / Hentai
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs

Blogs

  • The Wet Hostage
  • I’m a real wild child
  • Suguha's Struggle
  • Unlucky Star - A Lucky Star Fan Fiction
  • The Winter Carnaval
  • Higashi High's Special Student
  • Fairy Tail - Juvia's First Pee
  • _____ _______'s Mixup Editting
  • The Lunambra Anthology
  • Captainjoker1's Story
  • Steven Universe - The Wetting of the Gems
  • Accident (a7x fanfiction)
  • A Zorua, a Fennekin, and omorashi
  • Arbor Gold
  • A Valentine's Day Short Story
  • Emily and Anna's Valentine's Day
  • Cho Chang in a Diaper
  • My Stories! :)
  • Random Zelda Fictions
  • Robin's Issue
  • Boys' Night In
  • Longstocking's Story
  • The Needs of the Many
  • Beyond Desperation
  • The Little Wet Vampire
  • way of the ruin
  • WaityKaty's Story
  • Not Quite As Planned
  • And It's All Your Fault Anyway
  • Silver Linings
  • Stuck together
  • Julia's Story
  • The Battle Of Bad Timing (The Battle Of Xandra)
  • The Queen
  • How my diaper wearing started
  • My first diaper date,..many chapters
  • Matilda Marie
  • [Female] Fairy Tail Fanfiction
  • Justice's Poem(s?)
  • Keiko's Plight
  • The Exam
  • The Bad Omen
  • My first story
  • The Emerald Forest
  • The Great Wet Conference
  • HS: Last Quarter
  • Saiyica's misfortune
  • Just Let it Out (pt 1)
  • Helpless and Desperate
  • The Silent Heroine
  • Hiccup's accident
  • The compartment
  • Justice's Short Stories
  • The Dare Game
  • Jayne
  • Rush Hour
  • Persona 4: Accidents Galore!
  • Tanya
  • Never a Bathroom in RPGs
  • 4 10 12
  • Echoes of the past
  • The essex Girls - Wonna Go to Lakeside
  • The Graduate's Flame
  • detention in diapers
  • Little Contest
  • Occupied
  • Alicia the Alchemist
  • Older sister wears diapers
  • To Boldly Pee: The Omorashi Chronicles
  • Guildless (a ravnica magic the gathering fanfiction.)
  • _____ _______'s Mixup
  • Kidnapped
  • Batman and Robin
  • Emily's Diary
  • Life is great
  • Birthday Fantasy
  • Community Service
  • I Bet You Can't
  • No Say in the Matter
  • The Wet Dilemma of AppleJack
  • Katie and Daniel
  • The Mushroom
  • Female Desperation Stories I Have Witnessed
  • Lucy's Wet Fiction Collection
  • Emily's Christmas Adventure
  • OmoOrg News and Updates
  • The Tale of a Sorceress
  • The Moocommunity
  • Valuable Cling Film [Saran Wrap for US readers]
  • Miaball
  • Kirby’s Omo-Love Lesson
  • Golden Time Lover
  • Kurt Omorashi
  • Even Heroes Falter
  • Poke omo fic
  • When You Gotta Go-La in Alola
  • Unexpected abduction
  • Fire Emblem: Golden Bonds
  • Pdpatti's Story
  • Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
  • My Life as a Teenage Bedwetter
  • When a Dragon Can't Hold
  • Learned a New Skill: Relief
  • Samus The Padded Bounty Hunter
  • Video Game One-Shots
  • Lillica Quest
  • Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid One-Shots
  • The One With the Wet Rumors
  • High School Holding
  • Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
  • Peenoblade Chronicles 2
  • The Desperation Visor
  • Hehe's Story
  • Stream of Kindness
  • Pee Tee's Story
  • Omo High
  • Bladder Meter
  • The College Trip
  • Unconventionally Sensual (Working Title)
  • Emma X Otacon
  • Wanwan to Kurasu - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
  • Saves
  • Peesona 5
  • Ai No Exorcist Omorashi
  • nena the high school dipper user
  • Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
  • Other Stories
  • The Bee and Barb
  • Living in a Harem
  • Dark Souls Collection
  • Taking Over the Family Business
  • BBCode Tests
  • Liberty's wetting shorts
  • Four Day Struggle
  • Blade Of Vengeance
  • Summer Blossoms
  • Elevator Desperation
  • Why some story characters never pee (no wetting, desperation, safe for work essentially)
  • Miku at School
  • Brotaku and the Omo adventures
  • Messing Contest
  • Holding right now...
  • REVENGE Part 3 [Daniel]
  • Ms. Anderson's Plight
  • Allison’s Work Dilemma
  • Little Punk Girl's Kinky Shenanigans
  • Amy's Saga
  • Desperate girls bathroom line at school.
  • Divine Intervention Gone Wrong
  • Just a Journal [male]
  • The Bizarre World of Cartridge: Omorashi Experiences
  • Five Nights of Holding
  • kitchen desperation
  • Quick intro
  • The Legacy of Gold Universe
  • The Wild Tempest
  • my first wetting/bedwetting
  • Male Desperation
  • Pemberley Afternoon
  • Rising Star
  • Sonador's Furry Fictions
  • Road Trip
  • Searching for a video
  • Desperation
  • Pee Diary
  • Accidents happen
  • The Trials and Tribulations of an Omo Noob
  • SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
  • Omorashi Short Stories
  • Pee Adventurer
  • A Striptease Like No Other
  • Lizzy
  • Golden Machinations
  • Soul Eater Omo
  • Adventures in pee holding
  • Exam-time desperation
  • Johnah
  • Symmetry is Everything
  • KidIntheDark's Story
  • Pix Holding :3
  • Terezi's Secret
  • Shopping for Diapers
  • Levi & Alex
  • Sarah, Elliot's Slave for a Week
  • True revenge
  • Try something new
  • Technical Help Blog
  • Matt and Koko Omorashi
  • The Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activities Association
  • Desperate ride...
  • Desperate
  • Meeting at the Point
  • Drafts
  • Appointments
  • How to order from Jade Net
  • Status blog
  • Alice the beginning Ch. 1
  • darker then black yin's desperate ride
  • Unintentional Invocation
  • Online Class Desperation
  • Megan and Sarah, Emotional Rollercoaster
  • Shiver
  • Mandymom’s collection of Darkwing Duck omorashi
  • Kiplington School for Girls
  • Stonky stories
  • Katie Has A Very Public Accident in a Bar
  • Not so suttle hint
  • Kaneki Has an accident
  • Snek Writes Stuff
  • Age of Ultron: Omorashi (SPOILERS)
  • The Witches Wet
  • Omovember 2020
  • Kelli's in the Corner
  • Ebisu-Sensei Vs. The Sexy No Jutsu
  • Omorashi Jones
  • Newsnight
  • Jane's Aching Bladder
  • Wetting Games 1 - Sonic Adventure 2: Wetting
  • Pee test
  • Yomiel`s Night of Desparation
  • Omorashi stories
  • Female Daily Dare
  • Moving in (With Sophia)
  • Rita's Training Blog
  • Jordan
  • My bladder chronicles
  • Commander Lyra
  • The big Magic: the Peeing project
  • On that Christmas Night
  • First Peeing Experiance
  • Ending up in a "Wet Suit"
  • The Test Subject
  • a
  • Sex and the Sea
  • My 1st omo fanfic! (Pokemon)
  • O Wonderland (RPG Game)
  • Girls weekend out
  • Our Lady of Pee
  • Puddling in my Pants
  • camping
  • Omovember 2021
  • Johnny & Pablo (Non-Canonical)
  • Skyrim: Distortion
  • An Interruption
  • Harvest Moon
  • Do your kinks ever harm your self-esteem?
  • Holiday Specials
  • RpeeG
  • DragonFruit11117
  • Of Cupboards and Dreams
  • Afternoon in the Chokee
  • The DP Game
  • Hard Boiled Legs
  • Unnecessary Functions
  • Peculiar Endurance Event
  • story of my life
  • Have you Weed yet?
  • Thesis
  • Milovana Webtease review - Rapid Pee Desperation
  • Maddy
  • Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow
  • Holding experiences and challenges
  • Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
  • Assorted 'wings stories
  • PeeCember 2022
  • public speech
  • Goldenstorm's Story
  • Vaine Chronicles - Goddess of Death
  • My experiences with this fetish......
  • Searching for Friends!
  • FemScout's Desperate Run!!!
  • Chatbot characters
  • Sam's Graduation
  • Karkat Vantas: I need to go!
  • Diapered & Desperate
  • The Yellow Sisters
  • Henry(fill in later)
  • Bonus Material
  • The Juniper Triplets
  • Shawnie's Soggy Sunday Mornings
  • Doraemon Omorashi thing
  • Plush Empire Primitive Life Observations Files (Possible title change)
  • Hana and Kimiko
  • Wettie's Wet Log
  • Jenny and her friend Sara
  • Screencaps
  • steph226's Story
  • Miyu's Regression
  • SAO messing fanfic
  • 'The Juniper Triplets' Side Stories
  • What He Never Noticed
  • Diapered Housepets! : Grape
  • Erin's Wet Ride
  • a date with Mario
  • FNaF messing fic
  • The Retriever
  • Misused Authority
  • LLTQ Beginnings
  • A Rōnin's tale
  • Discipline in the Dorm
  • Pan's Personal Purgatory
  • Nightclub drugs raid causes MASSES of desperation
  • Knuckles's predicament
  • Naughty Kitty
  • Fairy Tail Omorashi
  • A Town to Forget
  • diapered walk
  • Endless Desire
  • Samantha's Life
  • honeybell3's Story
  • Beth and Him
  • Nah's bad day
  • Strider's property
  • school desperation
  • The First Time
  • Brotherly problems
  • Matthew and me
  • It's Just Business, Honest
  • "So what is it Doctor?"
  • Uri Nova
  • War and Wet
  • Carlsbad Caverns
  • Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
  • the car
  • Holding Back
  • Sakura's Mistaken Identity
  • The Stable Girl
  • Junie & Thena: The Wet Age of the Law
  • Pain's Story
  • When Serena Met Dawn
  • coffee troubles
  • Bad Idea
  • fizzypop's Story
  • The Mishap of Taylor Swift
  • League of Desperation
  • Granting me a wish
  • JLIO RE-WRITE
  • Perfect
  • Coach Desperation
  • The World of Edren
  • adevore155675's Story
  • Hunger Games Pee Desperation
  • The Sphere
  • Maddy and Haley
  • Stuck...
  • Everyday Life With a Fetishist
  • Elsa's little problem
  • Forced wetting
  • Elsa's emergency
  • A change of underwear
  • The Sphere: Dog for the Day
  • Summer Camp
  • April And Diapers
  • The Patient
  • How Do I End Up In These Situations?!
  • Trouble with Yui
  • First Holding Session!!
  • hidden feelings and curiosities
  • Love Grows
  • Suburban Wasteland
  • To Lunambra: A Medieval Watersports Tale
  • Severa's bad day
  • The War
  • On a Bus
  • A Desperate Detention You'll Never Forget
  • Meet the 13 Squads
  • omodarling's Story
  • Desperate Camping
  • Emily's Anniversary of an Accident
  • 3 litres...
  • Asuna's Journey Backwards
  • The Cinemas

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Gender
  • Wetting amounts
  • Clothing
  • Omorashi themes
  • Content warnings

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..


I'm into..

Found 11 results

  1. I haven't had a chance to submit a new post, but an opportunity has been opened to me and I'm back to share my most recent experience. In recent, life has been exhausting, being thrown countless responsibilities and a move to boot.. Me and my new flatmate have been working hard to organise everything by our due date, and as excited as I am, the thought of living with someone else has brought me lots of stress and anxiety.. So I cooked up a plan to relax and have some fun before we finally settle in; As I woke up this morning, I noticed that my bladder had been quite restless, with me going to empty it more frequently than usual, which inspired me.. With the shopping list ready, my flatmate offered to do the shopping for the day and run some errands, saying they would return sometime in the afternoon. Waking up early, I went to sleep in a bit, and when I woke up they were gone. My bladder was somewhat full, but instead of emptying it this time, I let my initial concept come into play.. What to do all alone, I wondered? I wanted to help out with housework, but I quickly discarded that thought and decided to take it easy. I prepared myself a large carrying cup of water with a screw-on lid (this will be relevant later) and put on some comfortable clothes, settling myself in bed. With nothing to do, I decided on scrolling the web for content to get me in the mood, stumbling upon a wonderful story by a fellow member of this very site (big props to you, my friend!) that immediately caught my attention.. At this point, I've been patiently reading and sipping from my cup for so long that I've had to refill it twice and got myself aroused and my bladder quite full! Not wanting it to come to anticlimax, my hand slipped below the covers as I lightly pushed on my bladder; It sent tingles in various places, as I kept giving it light pushes while reading further.. It got so intense to the point I had to put my phone aside, leaving the quiet tunes of my playlist in the background. Of course, my bladder was a little bulged, but it wasn't the only stiff sensation hard to ignore.. My hand went further, it slid into my pants, trying it's best to stroke myself in such a tiny space. Sliding along, I put my fingers inside of myself, the pressures and pleasures hitting me like a wave. I was bursting for a piss, but I kept pounding! It got too much for the space of my pants to handle, so I carefully lowered them just enough to still feel trapped, but a bit more free. Soon, I was in my favourite and most pleasurable position; sat on my knees, ass in the air, face hid in the covers as my hands did all the work.. I started to panic. I felt as if I would explode, I had to act quick! I remembered my cup from earlier.. I still had some water is, so I clenched onto myself for dear life and finished it through the straw, but then it hit me; How was I supposed to unscrew the lid with one hand? A wave of desperation as well as immense pleasure had hit me, leaving me with both hands on myself, but I had to do something! I sucked it up, squirming around, trying my best to open the lid, all while failing from the sweat on my hands.. Somehow, I've done it, I've opened my cup! I quickly positioned it below myself, pissing a torrent inside, almost overfilling it, as I muffled my moans against my bed.. I did my best to stay calm, shaking off the stray drops on me and putting my lower garments back on. The only issue would be hiding this from my flatmate.. I quickly went to the bathroom and emptied the cup before vigorously rinsing away the smell of my urine that was stored inside, refilling it with fresh clean water to drink from. They returned soon after my pleasurable shenanigans took place, and it's safe to say that I wasn't caught. I'll have to return to helping them in our draining labour, but this early New Year's gift sure is worth it! (If you have any advice for me to improve my writing, as well as ideas for fictitious stories, sharing them would be quite appreciated.)
  2. So this last Friday I went on a date with a guy I matched with on bumble. We went to Texas Roadhouse as neither of us had been there in a while. I ordered a Diet Coke and the herb crusted chicken. We were in the restaurant for 2 hours and I unintentionally had 4 refills for a total of 5 glasses! I’m someone who tends to drink a lot of liquid and even though I have a large bladder I’m often desperate due to how much I drink! Anyway, after we finished eating we decided to talk outside for a while and eventually moved into my car. We literally just chatted for an hour and it was really nice. The whole time we were talking my bladder was filling up. By the half hour mark I was starting to get concerned as I had a 40 min drive ahead of me. I was either gonna have to stop somewhere or I was barely going to make it. After another 15 mins it was getting really bad where you have to manually consciously hold it. I was starting to get worried but I didn’t want to end out conversation. It was getting bad! Eventually our conversation wound down and we made plans to meet up on Monday. After he was gone, my underwear felt slightly damp. I was not gonna make it home. Thankfully I had a water bottle in my car and decided to use it before I drove off. I was exploding as I drank the last of the bottle. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and as soon as I did I began squirting some. It was so bad my bladder was screaming for release! Eventually I got the bottle in place and filled it. I was able to empty about half my bladder! I still had to go and could feel it but I was no longer on the verge of exploding and could make it home! I attached a photo of my pants after I wet them a little! The date was good but don’t know where it’ll end up especially after he learns about my omo kink. Hopefully one day I’ll find someone just as into it as I am! Or has a small weak bladder 😛
  3. Well, I've been missing going out to live shows just as everyone else has, but thats got me reminiscing about some of the great shows i've been to over the years. This was five or six years ago, it was Slash from guns 'n roses, one of my favourite guitarists coming to town with his solo band playing a relatively small auditorium of four or five thousand. And i had floor tickets, my first time on a general admission floor. The day of the show came and of course we hit downtown early for a couple drinks to get warmed up for the gig, we went to this small dive bar just down the street from the venue that has a juke box in the corner specializes in cheap beer and loud rock n roll, naturally this place was standing room only full of people getting ready for the show. after having a sandwich and two beers I went and peed, I didn't really have to, those beers hadn't even hit my bladder yet it was more of a preemptive pee because i knew we were heading over to the show soon. As soon as i got back from the bathroom i ended up getting into some good conversation with a few others heading to the show and ended up staying and having three or four more cans of beer. I noticed the place was starting to empty out and looked at the time, oh man, I've been here way to long, the shows about to start! I've got to piss to but theres a line six people deep for the only two bathroom stalls in this bar! Screw it, I'll pee at the show. As soon as I left the cold air hit and made me realize just how urgently i had to find a bathroom! Just a couple minutes later i was at the show, I found the mens room but what i also found was a line up that stretched from one end of the foyer to the other. Forget it, i need to pee but i'm not bursting yet, ill just wait until we are a couple songs in to the show then leave for a quick pee, they'll be no line then. So the next stop is at the bar line up which moved fairly quick and of course I had to get Two beer to last because bar service shuts down just after the main act starts. Once inside the theatre my excitement and anticipation of the show took over and i was able to almost forget about just how full my bladder was getting and ended up knocking back the first beer pretty quick. we were able to squeeze our way up almost right to the front, centre stage about three rows of people back. best spot in the house, now if only i could break away and empty this bladder in a few minutes this will be a great night. Just then, I couldn't help but overhear a woman standing just in front of me with her friends talking about being at an outdoor festival in the summer time being absolutely bursting to pee for hours and drinking a ton of wine and water all day because it was so hot out. She said she knew that if she tried to leave she would never be able to make it back through the crowd to her friends. Eventually she didn't have a choice and gave in pulling her panties off and peeing directly into the grass she was standing on! luckily she was wearing a skirt so if you didn't see it happen you wouldn't have known. After hearing that i began to realize that that might happen to me, only i'm wearing light blue jeans, if i pee, everyone will notice! Right then the light went out and the show started! The show is fantastic, The band is on fire! The crowd is jumping up and down, everyone is being pushed side to side! everyone is loving it, except me...its torture on my bladder! It's been manageable for the first half of the show, i was able to loosen my belt, and there was enough going on to kind of take my mind off my need, between the band and the crowd. Half way through and we get to the long drawn out guitar solo, my bladder is bulging and hard to the touch! I'm dancing on the spot and not because of the music! nows my chance to go, I looked around, Damn it, i am surrounded by people as far as the eye can see. people packed like sardines all worshipping the act on stage, there is no way i'm pushing through all these people to get to the bathroom. And there is even less of a chance of getting back to this great spot. I have no choice but to hold It! I still have no idea how I made it to the end of the show dry, the nice thing about being buzzed was that it probably helped me not feel just how painfully full my bladder was. I had gone the last hour of the show openly pee dancing in the middle of the crowd, i don't think i stood out that much, everyone else was jumping around too. The concert was over and of course being front and centre also meant that i was the last one to get out. It must have taken fifteen minutes for all the people to funnel out. Now where is the bathroom, Fuck, the bathroom line was longer than it was before the show. starting at the back of the line and inching forward was brutal! I've never felt as desperate as i was at that point my bladder felt and looked like a watermelon! i didn't care what anyone else thought, I was sweating, hunched over gripping my crotch doing everything possible not to piss myself! Four people left in front of me in line and i did not think i was going to make it, luckily i wasn't the only one in this predicament. "fuck it" i heard from the guy second in line, he ran over to a garbage can, whipped it out and started pissing right there in front of everyone! The people that already got their relief laughed at that sight, but seeing and hearing that was the last straw for people like me! At least i was one closer to the front of the line! But thats when it happened, I leaked! i had it back under control but i had a quarter size wet spot on my jeans. By some miracle, a couple people finished at the same time, the guy in front of me took the urinal, i had to hobble to the stall on the other side of the room, unzipping my pants and leaking the entire way! I did not even close the door, I pulled my already peeing cock out of my wet boxers and let out a torrent of piss that went on for at the better part of two minutes! I left only to see another guy with a wet stream going down to the knee of his jeans run into the stall next to mine! I had gone back out to a couple bars after that and my bladder was so weak from that hold that i couldn't go more than an hour without rushing off to the bathroom! That was the most desperate I've ever been on a night out, and I'm certain that everyone else has had a similar experience.I hope you've enjoyed reading this and I can't wait until things open up so nights like this can happen again!
  4. 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.
  5. I live in a house with three other people, and the house has two bathrooms, one upstairs and one on the main floor. The main floor bathroom is being renovated by my landlords at the moment and is unusable. So tonight I took a nap and woke up desperate to pee - so desperate that I involuntarily let a few squirts into my underwear getting up. I went to go use the upstairs bathroom, only to discover that one of my roommates was showering. Being that close to the bathroom and being able to hear the sound of running water, I let a rather large spurt go in my pants before running back downstairs. Unsure of what to do I went back into my room, holding myself desperately, more spurts coming out regularly and soaking my underwear and pants. I knew I had to find somewhere to pee soon or there would be quite the mess, so I looked around my bedroom for anything to go in, and spotted a bucket I had moved out of the washroom to accommodate the renovation. I quickly grabbed the bucket and put in under me, pulling off my pants but sitting on it with my underwear still on before letting loose. I peed through my boxers and into the bucket for quite a while, relief flooding over me. I'm still sitting on the bucket as I write this and thanking god that there was something around for me to pee in (besides my pants).
  6. Hey all, So this is a story that happened to me in my first year of uni, but the more I think about it, I feel it does have a place in this part of the forum. I'm not the best writer (apologies, my degree has siphoned the wordiness out of me), but hopefully some of you will get a kick out of the story and appreciate it. So it all started when I was gonna head home for the holidays in my first year of uni, and given that there are no flights home from where I was studying, I had to get an hour long train to the nearest airport in order to fly home. Given that the flight was scheduled for about mid-day and I'm one of those people obsessed with not being late, I got an early train (leaving around 8 or 8.30 a.m.). In order to try and force myself to liven up a bit for the long day ahead, I went to the station cafe before hopping on my airport bound train, and bought myself the largest latte possible. Boy, did I very nearly regret this later. I got through the train ride relatively fine, with no particular urges to go pee at any point as I figured there'd be plenty of opportunities once I got to the airport. It's also worth pointing out that I'm one of those people who never goes anywhere without a water bottle because doing national service back at home, I learned first hand how much of a bitch it is to try and get through long spells with no water. So I sipped away on my Evian during the ride as well. Anyway, I got to the airport, and started feeling my bladder give me the usual early warnings. Having automatically checked in and not having any large bags to drop, I figured I would just waltz through security and find a loo on the other side. As is the usual situation at any big UK airport around the holidays, the place was bloody rammed. So I just said to myself "This is your own fault, so just hang tight and you can pee once you get through here." I still was probably only a 4-5 on the desperation scale, so this was child's play. After waiting about 15-20 minutes, I made it through (having to tighten my belt after taking it off to get through the metal detector was slightly unpleasant), and I made a bee-line through those seemingly endless fucking perfume shops that adorn any Duty Free area in modern airports, to try and find a men's room. But just as I made it out of there, I suddenly bumped into an old friend who was also flying home. For the sake of this story we can call her "Polly". Naturally we hugged as we hadn't seen each other in 2 or 3 years, and wondered what we were both doing in the same airport, though we were obviously on the same flight home. At this point my need was arguably worse than at the start of security, but the distraction of seeing an old friend took my mind off it slightly. In any case we sat at one of the cafes and just chatted away and pretty much caught up there and then, and my subconscious seemed to say "Just go to the bathroom when you get to the gate. Be reet." I was stupidly somewhat embarrassed to admit to a cute girl, albeit a friend, that I was pretty desperate for a wee and just didn't excuse myself at any point. When they called out our gate, I was pretty damn happy because it was probably a 7 on the desp. scale at this point. So me and Polly walked there together. Of course, with my luck, it was one of those gates that didn't have any loos, and there was also no way out once you were in there (people crowded the stairs in a disorderly 'queue', basically blocking the way we came in). I noticed a disabled loo, which I would never normally use, so I went up to the girl wearing an EasyJet uniform who was stood at the "podium" where they check boarding passes and asked her if I could use it (as it was behind her), to which she inexplicably said no. Polly gave me a weird look as I uncomfortably trudged back and asked "What was that about?" "Fucking hell Pol, I am utterly bursting for a piss!" I said to her. She kinda gave a smirk and giggled, saying "Hah! You're not that bad surely? Like not piss-your-pants bad?". "Fraid so..."I replied. Rather than be concerned or sympathetic and just giggled again, and to my horror pulled her water bottle out of her back pack and started shaking , and then drinking it in a way that she knew would make my situation worse. During that 20 minute wait at the gate, she pushed my level up to a 9, so fair play to her really... In any case, we boarded the plane, and me being me and seeing the seat-belt sign on and the toilet light being red, I wrongly assumed I wasn't allowed to go until we were up in the air (Yes I can be dumb. I only found out recently that this isn't the case). I sat in my aisle seat next to an lady who must have been in her early 60s, and at this point things were bad. I was fidgeting as subtly as possible waiting for us to take off but I definitely started sweating as I hadn't been this desperate in years. I was just praying it wouldn't be too long before we took off. I began closing my eyes and breathing pretty heavily. Just when I thought that I'd lost the battle and I was gonna piss myself on a plane at the age of 21, the plane started moving. "THANK GOD!" I muttered under my breath, while the lady next to me looked at me with a confused expression. "HANG ON, YOU CAN ALMOST GO!" I thought, as we took off. The second the seat belt sign went off, I sprinted to the front of the plane, unlocked the bathroom door, and the relief was borderline orgasmic. I had made it safely, by a margin of about 10 seconds. I must have released my stream that lasted at least 70 seconds (I'm probably exaggerating but it sure as hell felt like it!). I flushed, washed my hands, then strolled back to my seat. "Nervous flyer?" I heard the old lady next to me ask. "Huh?" I replied. "Oh not to be rude or anything, but you were acting really scared and breathing really weirdly and loudly before takeoff...I assumed you may not like flying?" she said. "Oh...uh..something like that, I guess.." I said, not wanting to admit anything. Funny how a few seconds may have changed what she was thinking... I used the bathroom multiple times on that flight (fuck you, coffee!), but no incidents came close to that early near-miss. Looking back, if I hadn't booked an aisle seat, this would have been an accident story as opposed to a close call. Hope you enjoyed this 🙂
  7. So my dad bought me a new car last month. As a favor to him, I agreed to go over his house tuesday and help him move a bunch of furniture. It was hard work so I drank like 30 ounces of water while we were working. Normally 30 ounces would be no big deal but I decided to pass on going to the bathroom because it was only a 30 minute drive, big mistake! On the way to my car I had both of my hands full with things my dad had gave me to take home and it took everything I had to not spurt in my boxers while I was in a public parking lot. So anyways, I got in to my brand new car, and started to drive the 30 minute drive home. I'm an omoslut so, noticing I was desperate and had forgotten my gps, decided to chug another 30 ounces of cold water on the spot and try to make it home before I flooded my seat. I missed my turn and ended up spending another 5 minutes finding another road to take me home. Well, I shouldnt of tempted fate. I was about 5 minutes from my house. I was a block away from my house at a red light with no turn on red and it happened, I was just sitting there minding my own business, legs shaking, and suddenly without any warning or resistance a decent sized spurt of pee leaked out of my dick and on to my right thigh. I've never had such an involuntary, unexepected leak before and I startted panicking that i wasnt gonna make it home and all I had to soak up my mess was a single plastic shopping bag. Thank god I managed to make it though. I was so horny when I got home I decided to let go in my bathroom sink. Here's the damage. Private message me if you want the sink video since it's off topic for this website.
  8. There's only been two events in my life where I've come so close to having an accident that I actually wet myself a bit. (This is obviously excluding the one time I actually did genuinely lose control of my bladder around 5.) Here I will relate the first 'close call,' though ultimately whether this constitutes as an accident or as a close call is up to you. To me, it is a bit of both. I was in grade school at the time, so I couldn't have been older than 11 or 12. I went to camp with a friend, stayed with him in the same cabin and even had some of the same activities together. He was the only reason I made it in, since I was a year or two below their minimum age. I've always been a tiny bit shy, nothing major, but being the youngest kid there made me a bit more bashful, especially in any situation that involved a lot of kids. Well, on the last day of camp we had a big ritual to commemorate our time there. There was a crazy amount of hype surrounding it from both the counselors and the other, more experienced kids. I remember a good amount of organizing, confusion, and time leading up to the actual start of it—namely, the bonfire. Plenty of kids were complaining about how long it was taking, about how they didn't want to wait until nightfall for it to begin. I didn't mind, though, we had snacks in the meantime, and I was enjoying my soda. So much so that I had a second, and chased that with some water. When the bonfire was finally lit, they lined all of us up and led us out into the field to sit around it. At this point, I'd been too shy to go use the toilet, so I kind of had to pee. It wasn't bad, but I could feel it. I was starting to regret all that soda. But hey, no big deal, right? I could just ask to go pee any time. Sure, we were pretty far away from any facilities and it was night, but it was only an open field, and I'd never truly be out of sight. No problem. But then, between instructions and directions for the incoming kids, there was the announcement that there would be no bathroom breaks until the end of the ceremony. Not just until the end of the bonfire, but the entire ceremony. I wasn't even aware there was anything after the bonfire, since they'd deliberately kept everything a secret and had told the senior campers to do the same. They'd wanted it to be a surprise for the first years, and while some of it had slipped out—like the bonfire—they had been mostly successful. Successful enough to surprise me, at least. I waited for that one voice to append that there were no bathrooms unless it was an emergency, but... that voice never came. They told us multiple times, each with increasing annoyance that nobody could go. At this point, I was getting nervous, and the nervousness was making it both harder to hold and making my bladder fill faster. I kicked my leg a bit, the growing pressure in my lower stomach a constant annoyance now. During the bonfire, I remembered telling one of the female counselors that I had to pee. She asked me if it was an emergency and explained that if I couldn't wait, she'd have to get someone to escort me to the nearest bathroom. She told me, however, that it wouldn't be much longer, maybe ten more minutes. I told her nevermind. I was a bit worried, but I didn't want to disgrace myself with the theatrics. After all, I was a 12 year old boy—I could hold it a little longer, surely ten more minutes at least? Honestly, I was just being paranoid I'd piss my pants again. I spent the next ten minutes thinking about how dumb it was that I needed an escort on the camp. I also thought about how dumb it was that there was no plan in case someone had to go, and about how they'd given us absolutely no way to plan ahead of time to avoid this exact scenario. I spent the ten minutes after that wondering how much longer the bonfire was going to be, and the five minutes after that wondering why she'd lied to me. When the bonfire finally ended, if I wasn't 'dying,' then I wasn't far from it. My bladder was definitely full. So full that I was reminded of it every other second. So full my legs had grown close together and they'd kicked up and down in desperate anticipation. So full I'd considered multiple times asking one of the counselors or admins to escort me to the bathroom. Too full to be squirming around in a field with a camp full of older boys all around me. We lined up, which took an obnoxious amount of time, but it was indeed a camp full of unruly boys. Then we walked back at a mind-numbingly slow speed. I'd hoped deep down they'd take us back to our cabins afterward, but we were heading for the cafeteria now. At least there are bathrooms there, I thought. At this point, standing up to walk almost made me leak, and every step made my body echo with the urge. But I'd make it. I'd walk in that bathroom and take one of the longest and most satisfying pisses of my life... but I wouldn't piss my pants and that's what mattered. They led us to just outside the cafeteria, under the attached pavilion. They sat us down in a big circle, and I eyed the outside bathrooms every chance I got. When I saw the first kid make a dash for it, my heart lept. I remember thanking God that I didn't have to hold it until the end of the ceremony after all, because I was really beginning to wonder if I could or not. A few other kids did this, and finally a counselor came and told us the bathrooms were off limits until the end. My heart sank at first, and I remember thinking about how this was absolute madness and hating myself for not going sooner, but I saw another kid talking to an admin a few minutes later. He made a dash for the toilet. Then another kid. And then some kids who didn't even ask to go. I was relieved that the rule wasn't being enforced. I didn't want to be one of the 'bad' kids who just up and walked to the toilet in sheer defiance, so I put my hand in the air and waited extremely patiently for one of the counselors to finally take notice of me and come over. When one did, I politely asked to use the bathroom, and was denied. In shock, I asked why, since the other kids were going. I was told they weren't supposed to be, and would probably get in trouble for it. I was told it was almost over anyway, and that was the end of that. The moment the counselor walked away, I immediately regretted not insisting on it, telling him it was an emergency and that I couldn't wait. But I'd been too shocked. I'd been so ready for a yes that the no left me flabbergasted, and that combined with my natural shyness and young age made me clam up. So I sat there in the circle, my face getting hot from how badly I had to piss. I was sitting criss-cross like everybody else, which was an easier position to hold it in, but all the benefits of it were getting overshadowed by the last bits of soda making its way through me, and by how exhausted my full bladder was. I kept looking back at the toilet, debating on whether or I should put my hand up and do the right thing, to insist it was an emergency regardless of how embarrassing that would be to do, or to just get up and go and hope nothing was done about it. Finally, when I reached my limit and felt like I was dangerously close to leaking, when I felt my hand getting ready to jut up into the air, the last candle was lit, laid out, and we were told to stand. I was overwhelmed with a lot of different emotions in the following moments. There was the feeling of doubt that I'd been too slow, that I was too late; the feeling of anticipation and hope that they'd either dismiss us or lead us back to our cabins; then there was the shock of standing. I could barely keep it in while sitting down; I'd felt it on edge the entire time, to the point I'd been fearing a single sneeze would have meant damp briefs, but with my stomach tight now and all my piss being pulled downward, it took everything I had to keep from just pissing my shorts right there. We walked around a bit and looked at the candles, admiring how they spelled out the name of the camp—though at this point I wasn't capable of doing much admiring. And then finally, when that was done, we were lined up and led back to our cabins. But of course it couldn't be that simple. We had to keep stopping at every cabin, so all the kids could be pulled from the line and situated and accounted for before we would move forward again. My cabin was close to the back. I was leaning forward now. I wasn't sure how obvious it was, but I had a hand in my pocket to help hold out for the last stretch. The kid behind me asked me if I had to piss. I admitted I did. He told me he did too, and the kid in front of me agreed. I was happy they were being nice, and that helped relieve my fears a bit, but it was embarrassing I had to go so bad that I couldn't hide it, and I was terrified I was actually going to lose control for the first since I was 5—and that a lot of people were going to see it happen. As we moved closer to my cabin, I start having waves of desperation. They were getting worse and worse, and finally I had one that made my muscles flinch, and the moment they relaxed, a momentary line of piss dribbled out into my briefs. I'd actually leaked. Not from sneezing or from laughing, nor was it leftover piss from having peed earlier. I actually pissed a little because my bladder was too full. And there was nothing stopping more from coming soon. This was no tiny amount, either. It was no 'burst,' but it was enough so that piss leaked through my briefs and through the liner of my pockets, coating my fingers in my own shockingly warm urine. When I released my wet crotch, I could actually rub my fingers together and feel the piss. I'd actually peed through my underwear. It was a strangely ticklish thought, tantalizing in some deep, difficult to understand way, but an overwhelmingly horrifying concept all the same.. I managed to hold it until we got to the cabin without another leak. Of course the first thing my shy, young self had to hear was about how badly my other four bunk-mates had to piss. So while one dashed for the toilet, one lined up, and the other two went to their beds and waited patiently. I went to my bed and did the same. The whole time I sat there I felt my muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. If I wasn't extremely careful, I'd not only leak, but I'd full force piss my pants, all over my bed. On one hand I was no longer around 'trillions' of older boys, but on the other, I was around the kids I'd be spending the rest of my camp time with, one of which was the friend who'd gotten me in here, who would always have this memory etched into his mind. To him, I wouldn't just be the poor, anonymous kid who pissed his shorts at camp; I'd be the friend next door who 'pissed himself that one time.' The first kid finished, and then the second, and then like an idiot I waited for the third. By all rights I should have been right along with them complaining when we walked in the door. I should have told them that if I didn't get to go first, I was going to fucking explode. By all rights I should have told them I was leaking, made a dash for that toilet, and pissed without even closing the door. Buuuut, I waited. I regretted the third, and sat there not sure if I was going to make it. Not sure if I'd be able to hold it until I stood, and not sure if I'd be able to hold it when I stood. So when the third came out, I walked toward the door before the fourth had a chance to go. Actually, I think I moved toward the door before he even opened it, that I actually stood there for a few desperate, clutch moments waiting for him to emerge. I was truly at my limit now. Whether or not I had an accident actually hinged on whether or not this other boy came out in time. It was literally up to him if I pissed my pants or not. When it was finally my turn, I slid inside, closed the door calmly, whipped around toward the toilet and darted toward it. Piss began dribbling out of me. In the second it took for me to make it to the toilet, the dribbling turned into a delicate stream that rapidly warmed my briefs. I undid the button of my shorts with deft, desperate hands, lowered my shorts and briefs the bare minimum needed, and then pulled out my already pissing privates If I had managed to get my thing out before I'd started pissing full speed, then it is safe to say it was pissing full speed the moment that stream was hitting the toilet water. The euphoria of that moment defied words. I could hear them talking about me outside the bathroom, about how fast I'd started pissing and about how I must have 'really needed to go' and how I should have said something. I blushed at this, as well as from other things. I looked down and saw the large wet patch in my briefs. It extended down below my testicles, further than I could see from my current angle. I could also feel fresh dampness down by my thighs, further than my briefs extended. When I finished pissing, I pulled my wet underwear back up and shuddered as the large wet stain pressed cold against my warm flesh. Then I pulled up my pants and felt the slightest wetness against the sides of my legs. I examined the brown shorts. They were a tiny bit wet by the thighs and there was a droplet or two that had extended down a leg, but fortunately that wouldn't be visible in the dark cabin. I managed to make it back to my bed without anybody knowing—though I'm sure they suspected at least a bit. Every step remained me of what had happened, and every time I moved in bed that night I felt wet cotton rub against my genitals. I feel asleep wondering how things could have gone. About what would have happened if I'd drank a bit more water or, god forbid, another soda. About what would have happened if I'd sneezed or if I'd been pushed by somebody. Most of my thoughts, I reasoned, would have ended well. That if I'd drank more, for instance, I'd have had to go worse, and would have been more pushy to piss when we were sitting in the circle. One of the worst case scenarios I pictured—that was still within reason—was the third boy taking extra long in the bathroom. I wondered how bad an extra second would have been. An extra two seconds. If he'd been in there an extra ten, would I have lost control in front of the door? I shifted again and felt the cold moisture of my briefs rub against me. I told myself I'd almost pissed myself, that it'd been a 'close call,' but I knew deep down a close call didn't do it justice. Every time I moved I was reminded of the truth. I'd lost control of my bladder and basically had an accident at camp. I'd just been lucky enough to get away with it.
  9. Okay, so here is the second occasion in my life where I've 'nearly' pissed myself. Whether or not this is a formal accident is up to you, but my lord was it close to being a far bigger deal.... I have at least one more story that involves me wetting my pants a bit on accident, though it's a little different. I'll share it a bit later if there is interest in it. If you want to read the first account I posted, there is a link to it a couple paragraphs down. This is the second story of when I almost pissed myself as a kid. It happened a few years after the first one. I was in either the 6th or 7th grade, so I imagine I was 12-14 at the time. It all happened in band class, during one of our after school performances. I had a close friend in band at the time, so I caught a ride with him. I remember being mildly uncomfortable that day, since we had to wear 'dress clothes,' something I was entirely unused to. Black trousers, a white, hot, long-sleeved dress shirt, a tie, and even this strange device called a 'cummerbund.' Why that was required of a middle school band class I'll never know. I'm pretty careful with my bladder, and I was a 100 times more careful in those days. I was sure to piss before I left, and I didn't drink anything that would cause me problems. Of course, I was a 13 year old boy, and it's not hard to make a kid forget about the gritty details, especially when his class is right across from the bathroom. When I arrived at the band room for our last rehearsals, there were snacks—and among those snacks the culprit of my last near accident: soda. Now, I'd learned from my previous soaked pair of briefs that soda was a drink of moderation, so I only had one.... At first. I was talking, we were doing rehearsals, and we were all there pretty early. So, I had another. Not a problem, though, the bathroom was right across the hall. By the time we were all making sure our ties and cummerbunds were on, I had to pee. I went into the bathroom with a ton of other boys and adjusted my clothes. The only problem was I wasn't the only boy there drinking soda. Every time a urinal opened up, it was taken by somebody. Had there been a line, I'd have joined it, but there wasn't a line. You had to assert yourself there when it opened. I was a bit shy, especially about bathroom related things, and I didn't have to go super bad at the time. It didn't help that far too many of us hadn't come dressed, so all the stalls were taken up with kids changing, and the band director was outside telling us to hurry so we had more time to practice our songs. So I returned to the band room and sat down. I sat there for quite awhile waiting for all the kids. Wave after wave of boys returned in their full outfits, while my urge was getting worse. Had I just waited in the bathroom, I'd have been able to go. I could have asked the band director, but surely I'd have a chance to go before we got on stage—and plus, he was... a little intimidating lol. Soooo, I held it. I played baritone and did my best like a good boy, though going through our set of three songs took some time—time that we did not have considering how close our stage time was. We were rushing through the last song, replaying hard parts instead of doing the entire thing at this point. Meanwhile, soda was rushing through my body. Not only could I feel my bladder now, but my piss was just... hard to hold. I'd deliberately avoided water to keep from needing to piss, and because of that, I had nothing but caffeine and soda in my body. It was a disproportionately bad urge. But no big deal, right? I'd have time to nip into the bathroom before getting on stage. When it came time to finally go, I remember being super frustrated with the band teacher. He was getting all anxious and pressing our rehearsal to the last possible moment. We were already a few minutes late by the time we were leaving the classroom with our instruments and chairs and music stands in tow. The stage was right across from us, literally a twenty second walk, but the bathroom was right there, in the hallway between the cafeteria and the band room, a 5 second detour.... But there was no time. I had to bring my own chair and music stand and promptly sit down. This is where things got difficult. My bladder was kinda full, but the real problem was the soda. I was having a really hard time keeping it in. It kinda felt like a bladder infection, but instead of pain, there was a constant nagging feeling in the tip of my penis. I kept telling myself I'd felt it many times before and it would be fine, that I wouldn't have an accident on stage—one of my absolute greatest fears—but this felt worse than usual. After all, I'd had two sodas after avoiding water.... Now let me spoil it for you right now: I didn't piss my pants on stage. If I had, this would be a far more embarrassing story to relate. But what did happen both surprised and terrified me. Sometime around the second song, I leaked. I actually, legitimately peed for a second. It was only a few drops, but it was a few drops. It happened on stage in front of like 100 people. And worse yet, I was trapped there, not sure if more was going to come out. Considering the circumstances, I think I managed to hold things together fairly well for the end of that song, and for the third song, which was by far the longest. When the third song ended and we were told to grab our stuff and bring it back to the band room, I whipped around to look at my seat. Much to my horror, it was wet. Then I patted my butt, which seemed.... dry. I took a moment to thank God it was just sweat. I grabbed my stuff and followed everyone else to the band room. Now that I was standing and walking, the urge was far easier to manage, but I still glanced at the bathroom with some longing as we passed it. Back in the band room, things took awhile to situate, but I can't imagine anything notable happened, since I don't remember this brief time well at all. There is a possibility I drank more soda with the thought in mind I was in the clear and had not peed my pants, but looking back at the event, I doubt it. However, what I did do was drink a ton of water. I'd wanted very badly to use the toilet, but some idiot had locked the bathroom door. I could have gotten the band director to use his key to unlock it, but my friend's mom was waiting on us... and really, the problem wasn't a full bladder. It was full. I mean, it was very full, but I lived like five minutes away from the school. I could hold it. The problem was my dehydration. So I drank more at every water fountain on the way, forcing myself not to pee dance whenever we stopped. I don't remember exactly why, but leaving took some time. I believe my friend's parents were chatting it up with the band director and what not, and I think my friend's sister might have been there talking to her old teachers. In any case, it took a bit of time, just long enough for that water from before to start making it's way through me. By the time we reached the car, it took just about everything I had not to show how badly I had to piss. I mean, I was 13, I wasn't going to piss myself or anything, but I did really, really, really, have to go. Whenever I felt like nobody was looking, a squirmed a bit. Not quite a pee dance—I refused to do something that embarrassing—but it was definitely getting difficult to stay still. My pee wanted to come out, and soon. When I finally sat down in the back of my friend's mom's minivan, my bladder was about to pop. The shock of the new position made me jolt. I sat there for the whole, thankfully short, drive with my legs close together, trying not to move too suddenly and trying to keep my very tentative control intact. We had a series of yuge speed bumps outside the school, and I remember tensing up with each one. I thanked God when we hit the last one. Piss felt like it was in my genitals, like it was right at the edge, ready to just start spraying everywhere. Had there been another speed bump, there's a strong chance I'd have pissed—my boxers felt a tiny bit damp after the final one, but I hadn't felt anything come out. Not a good sign. I honed in on the sensation of wet fabric on the way back. I squirmed a little, which mostly consisted as shaking my leg very lightly for a second, since I was too scared to do anything else. The whole ride I was praying that his mom would hurry. I was barely holding on, and it wouldn't have done any good to have told them. I mean, it might have, actually, but in my 13 year old, shy brain, I didn't want anyone to know I had to piss. I didn't want them thinking about it. We arrived at my house soon. I casually got out of the van and said bye, and walked to the door. My stomach started to tighten, just like it had at camp. His mom stayed in the driveway until I got the door open, and made it safely inside, so I still could not dance, and the stakes were higher than ever not to start pissing, since I had a pair of headlights shining directly on me. Even from the side in black pants it would be hard to hide a sudden waterfall of liquid running down my legs and possibly cascading forward or backward. I opened the door and walked inside. Normally I”d have gone to talk to my mom but there was absolutely no time left. I had to piss so bad it was all I could think about, and to make matters worse, my stomach muscles were tightening even more. I dropped my baritone on the floor and powerwalked toward the bathroom. Any normal kid would have ran, but I was too shy for anyone to see me doing that. I remember praying no one was in the bathroom, and even wondering for a split second what I would do if someone was. When I asked my brain, there was a blank spot as an answer. 'I would just go pee outside' appeared in my mind for a moment, even though I knew deep down there wouldn't be time for all that. There was only one possibility if that door was closed. I would stop in front of it and start squirting piss into my boxers, and I'd likely lose control within seconds. So I walked faster, my bladder muscles getting tighter and tighter, my lower body starting to push against my weakening muscles. I was thinking this was impossible, that is couldn't be happening. I was still in pants, not even in the bathroom yet, and I could barely hold it. I was seriously about to start pissing all over my pants and the floor just like when I was 5. My actual best case scenario was just making it. Thankfully (or sadly considering this forum lol), the bathroom was free. I rushed in, ignoring mom who immediately asked me how it went from her room directly across. I closed the door, embarrassingly slamming it a bit in my rush. It was the camp experience all over again. My stomach was getting tighter, piss was dribbling into my underwear as I struggled to undo my belt. Thank God the cummerbund has been removed and forgotten at school. I didn't even have time to lift up the toilet seat. The moment I got my belt undone, my bladder released. It took only a heartbeat for my piss to accelerate into a full speed stream. My eyes widened with utter shock. It was happening; I was pissing my pants. I undid the button with Apollonian speed and slipped my already pissing member out, trailing piss against my boxers and getting some on the front of my pants as I did it. I aimed straight in the middle of the bowl, driblets of piss splashing up onto the seat from the ocean surging out of me I felt a droplet of piss running down my leg. It was only one leg, thank god, but it was not at the thigh, it was all the way down by my calf. While pissing, after I'd gotten over the orgasmic pleasure of relief, I looked down. The crotch and a bit of the side of the thigh area of the thankfully black pants twinkled in the light, but other than that, the accident was hidden. When I finished, I looked down into my boxers and saw a dark patch extending down my leg. What I did next I can't remember exactly. I either left the bathroom and went to talk to my mom, which in retrospect is a pretty embarrassing, because while it didn't occur to me at the time, she had to have known I'd had an accident, or least that I'd leaked a bit. She'd seen me rush into that bathroom, and worse yet had probably heard my fire hydrant style piss a millisecond after I closed the door—notably without the build up that usually happens when you don't start off in your pants. So if I did stand there and talk, she had to have known I was doing it after having wet myself a bit. The other possibility is that I shrugged her off somehow and retreated to my room. In any case, when I was alone I promptly removed my wet trousers and tossed them to the floor. I inspected my dark blue patterned boxers closely, and found a dark spot spread wide across the left half, extending down to the thigh, and then reaching a bit further down the side. The damage to my pants was minimal, but the same could not be said of my boxers. Those were soaked. I took them off and tossed them to the floor with the trousers, hoping they dried by the morning. In any case, my mom never mentioned it to me.
  10. Welp, here it is. I've been waiting a lot of years to write this, but it is finally time. This is a compendium of nearly all the experiences I have had relayed to me by others, primarily female, though there are some male accounts at the end. Somehow, this isn't all of them. Some were lost during a drug-inspired mass deletion, but a lot of it I still managed to dig up. Some are on an ancient hard drive and have been corrupted over years of storage. Some are based entirely on my memory, and I am sure a few have been forgotten or will be left out. However, let me make it clear: every single one of these is true. Some of the relayed ones may be exaggerated, there is also the slight possibility they were outright lies, but I will honestly inform you when I suspect something of being inauthentic. There is no pandering to fantasies or anything like that here. There is no need. Many of them were told to me by people I was close to, or in relationships with, and therefore, I have a better idea of whether or not they were true. All names have been changed, this includes mine. I am not using my normal handle for this, out of respect for the people I was with. There is the slim possibility they could stumble upon this and find something of their likeness reflected here, though this risk is almost entirely eliminated if my original handle is not used. I want to make absolutely sure I have taken every measure to make sure their identities are safe. I will do my best to relay these in the order they happened, though I can't make promises it will be in the exact order, as my archiving of these events was generally a quick copy and paste and then a quick name that was usually pretty generic. Nothing under the age 17 will be told in detail – not that the list is huge. Also, as a note, I do not recommend skipping any of the accounts within a single person's experiences. A lot of them, especially early ones, contain important details in other accounts, though they should never contain overlap with other people, so the people can be read it any order. Let's go ahead and get this started: THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST PERSON AMONG SEVERAL. MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED IN THE FUTURE. ALEXIS BIO: She was my first “girlfriend.” Met her on a popular forum for something tv related, though I stopped frequenting it after meeting her. It was long distance, though she didn't live terribly far. At the time, I was maybe 15, she was 17, and turned 18 while we were together. In retrospect, it wasn't a real relationship, and it wasn't real love, but it was fun and I don't regret the times we had. PHYSICAL TRAITS: I believe she said she was 5'7. She had long hair, brown, possibly more of a dirty blonde. She had large breasts, D size if I remember correctly, and she had a nice body, nice hips, thighs. She wasn't fat, and while I personally would not call her chubby, a person into skinnier girls potentially would, but regardless, she was well-proportioned. NOTES: These are all on an ancient hard drive, and a lot I don't want to dig up and deal with, so I will be relaying the better experiences by memory. ACCOUNT #1: The first account I will keep quick. This one she didn't talk about much, as she said it was quite embarrassing. It was the only time she ever wet herself in public, and it happened when she was in the first grade. Standard story, don't recall too many details. She had to go, asked, was told no, and ended up wetting herself on a chair in the middle of class. It's gets better, this is just a formality. ACCOUNT #2: There were many times where she held it for me, and would do it until it got too bad and she would have to go. Generally, in the private chat, she would play it up, act like she really had to go, and while I am sure she exaggerated sometimes, I doubt she did it super often and I believe she was really holding it for me. One of the first things I got her to do beyond simply holding it was to go in the tub and wet herself before a shower. The first time, I got her to agree while she was already holding it, and the original plan had been to get her to do it through her panties, but she took them off last minute, much to my disappointment. She did, however, do it, and down her legs as well. She described it as warm, and said she enjoyed it because I enjoyed it. It took several months of chatting to get to this point. ACCOUNT #3: After having had a taste, I definitely craved more. Getting her to hold it a bit wasn't a huge issue, but the wetting was generally harder. As a compromise, I would sometimes ask her to go a bit, so there wasn't a huge mess and there was no immediate need for laundry or a big risk of getting caught by her parents. On one of these occasions, she did it in a pair of sky blue shorts she tended to wear quite often – also, as a side note, she almost never wore panties unless she was on her period, so assume she is going commando unless I say otherwise. She said she was about an 8 on the scale of 1-10, but this was before there was an omorashi.org or an actual popular scale, and to her, 8 was bad, 9 was very bad, and despite my protesting, 10 was extremely bad, and an accident occurred somewhere higher up. So bear that in mind. Anyway, she went a bit sitting in front of her computer, and typed 'ok..rbbr ' instead of 'brb' in her hurry afterward. After about 4 minutes she returned. I asked her how much came out and she said “maybe about..more than a couple drops.” When asked how it affected her desperation, she said it “made it ante up” and that it made things worse, though she had no trouble making it to the toilet. ACCOUNT #4: One of my favorite accounts of all time. It happened before she met me, and was rather special. This is one of the only stories that involves her in panties, and probably the only one that involves her in just panties and a shirt, as most were experienced in the sky blue shorts, or tight, black running shorts, or jeans. She said she was watching tv with her mom, and she got up to get something to drink. She said she had needed to go, but didn't remember how bad. Anyway, she ignored it. On the way back from the kitchen, she sneezed and immediately felt something warm between her legs. When she looked down, some had dribbled down onto the floor and a bit was going down her leg. She said she hadn't expected this at all and her mom had quite the laugh. She quickly went and changed. ACCOUNT #5: Many of my favorite accounts, and you will see many of them throughout this, have been candid instances of desperation, some of them being close-calls -- the closer the better. This is one instance of a “moment,” as I dubbed them, that happened to Alexis. She was walking back to her car with her friends after a movie when she noticed she had to go, but I assume it was no cause for alarm, since she decided not to (this one was before she met me, and was therefore completely candid), though she did say it was somewhat bad. When she got home, she was very late, and her mom was angry with her. She said she had to sit down on the couch and endure her mother screaming at her, and the entire time she had to desperately go. When she got to go, she described it as a “never-ending fountain.” I asked her how long she thought she could have waited had she needed to, and she told me a minute, followed by “...seriously.” Imho this was probably a slight exaggeration, and she probably could have waited a bit longer, though it is worth noting this is the first time she had ever hinted to me about possibly losing control in such a short span of time, so I think it is reasonable to assume she was extremely desperate, and by this point she had held it for me several times. After asking what would have happened had her mom continued on for longer, she told she would have gotten up in the middle of her yelling and made a run for it, and probably would have only endured "30 seconds" more before doing so. ACCOUNT #6: Another one of my favorites. This one also happened before she met me, but was relayed to me immediately after ACCOUNT #5, where I first asked “Have you ever been to the point where you lost control, but you were close enough to the toilet to make it? “ I then specified: “I mean you actually lost control of your bladder before you were on the toilet.” She told me she thought so and needed to remember. What she told me after that was a story where she was watching the movie titanic. She said she was crying, and had not noticed she needed to go until fairly late into it. When the movie ended, she made a dash, but said “lmao it went before I got myself to the toilet.” I asked if she had gone completely, and she replied in the negative and said it had only started. She said she had probably been wearing a shirt (no bra, as usual) and those silk shorts. ACCOUNT #7: She said her friends had tricked her into watching a screamer once, and when the thing jumped out and screamed, she peed a little. This was not a visible amount, and was probably only a few drops. ACCOUNT #8: She went to see a movie with her mom and toward the end her mom was having some type of “attack” and she had to drive her home while needing to pee 'BADLY' as she worded it. After that, she had to tend to her and get her something to eat, before she finally ran for the toilet and “made it just in time.” ACCOUNT #9: This one was on Valentine's day. She used to drive to a park and go running everyday, and beforehand she would always drink of a ton of water, partially to stay hydrated, partially to have a story to tell me when she got back. On this day in particular, I am guessing she drank a bit more, and she said she “leaked “ while running, though I suspect she may have deliberately let go, or at least started the process. She said she lost control for a bit, which I believe, though she claimed to have gone about 1/8th of a full bladder, which I suspect was an exaggeration. Of note, she was on her period -- toward the end of it -- and therefore did this in a pad, thus the reason she was willing to do it in the first place. When she got back she said she had to redo her dad's parking, and then park her car in the correct place, and then she had to take the garbage out, all while the urge was bad. She admitted to putting it off intentionally for me. ACCOUNT #10: Apparently this happened the next day lol. Not sure how I managed to make this happen, but I'm not complaining. Anyway, I managed to get her to stand in the bathroom and pee in her panties a bit (she had them on for her period but it had already ended, so no pad) and then immediately sit down on the toilet and finish. She did this and said she had trouble getting it started at first but managed to get a little to come out. She stopped it and sat down on the toilet and finished going through the panties, and said the only weird part was that there was some “sloshing around” when she was done. She then quickly got into the shower. This was in black shorts. ACCOUNT #11: She went jogging in some black shorts and had to go pretty bad by the time it was time to head out. She said she “remembered me” and decided to let a little go while she was sitting in the car before driving home. She wasn't wearing any underwear and figured if anyone asked she could pass it off as sweat. She said it left a golf ball sized wet spot near her butt. ACCOUNT #12: She was at school and was going to donate to the blood drive. She said had needed to go for awhile but was ignoring it. On the way to the drive the urge “blew through the roof” and she rushed to the bathroom, but all the stalls were occupied. She said that it came down to a matter of seconds and said she “almost pissed her damn pants.” When asked about dancing, she replied with “shifting my feet, tapping my feet on the floor, going in circles, shaking my leg, holding them together/criss crossing them. “ She said she was in short shorts. ACCOUNT #13: Later that same day, she went home from school and took a nap. When she woke up she said the urge was pretty bad and both bathrooms were occupied by parents. She said she tried to hold it for a bit but eventually said fuck it and “bust in” on one of them taking a shower and went. She said she could have waited longer had she needed to. ACCOUNT #14: Before I get to the grand finale, I feel I should mention this one. I have no record of it, and I am not entirely sure when it happened, though I am quite sure it was much earlier than a good bit of these. She was wearing boxers for this one, and was voluntarily holding it in. She held it a bit longer than normal, and judging by her text, seemed quite desperate. When I finally let her go, she said she started to pee herself on the way to the bathroom, and stopped in the tiled kitchen, where she promptly peed all over herself and on the floor. I have mixed feelings on the truth of this one, and while I do believe she peed herself, I've always been skeptical as to whether or not the accidental release aspect was true. I've personally decided that the most likely possibility is she did lose control to some extent, but had I not been a catalyst to the event, she wouldn't have stopped in the kitchen and would have continued to the bathroom, though, I could be wrong about this, because she explained to me the house was carpeted everywhere else. ACCOUNT #15: And here is the grand finale. There are probably a few I am not remembering or have not recorded, but for the most part, these are the bulk of her more exciting desperate moments, as well as the best ones I will not forget anytime soon. This last story is one my favorite all time stories, and I am to this day surprised it turned out how it did. It happened late in our relationship and was one of the last fetish things she did for me. She swore this one was not planned at all as well. She went jogging as usual and said she drank quite a lot, mentioning an energy drink, a glass of water, and another glass of water mixed with a nutrient supplement. Apparently, she said she was in a rush, though followed that up by saying she was late to return the car to her mother, but I will add it may have been in reference to being desperate as well, and possibly a double entendre. When she got home, she said she “burst through the front door” and to her “dismay” she found both bathrooms occupied. She stood outside one and decided to sit down, claiming it “covers up” better. While sitting, she said she “just couldn't hold it” and “was sweaty already,” so she peed about half a bladder's worth. I believe that amount to be exaggerated, as she said none leaked onto the floor, however she claimed her entire butt was soaked, so it had to have been a good bit. When asked if this was voluntary, she said it was a mix of involuntary and intentional, and that anything she let out would have come out on its own five seconds later anyway. She said when the bathroom became available she lost control as she ran in, but managed to keep it a secret. Anyway, that is my first “girlfriend” and some early experiences with her.
  11. This happened to me today and it was the closest I've come in a little while to really wetting myself...I think I may have a UTI, which will make for an interesting week at work. I'll keep y'all updated ;-) Anyway... Hubby and I were having afternoon tea with my mother-in-law and I was feeling ok, but hot. It's humid here at the moment, and I really feel it. I'd had a whole bottle of lemon, lime and bitters and another glass of water on top of it, trying to get on top of the heat. When we left, I wasn't feeling too bad. Maybe a little bit like I could use a pit stop, but not enough to use the toilet at my MILs house. So we said our goodbyes and left, we had some shopping to do at the mall. On the way there, I noticed that my bladder was pinching a little more than I realised, but didn't think too much on it. The mall we were going to is really spread out, and some of it over the other side of the road. The side we were going to isn't the side with bathrooms. This thought passed through my mind, but only briefly. I figured we wouldn't be long, and I wasn't feeling desperate at this point in any case. That is, until we got out of the car. MMMmm, feeling a bit more full than I realised as I walked into the shop, a large department store. I was surprised at how quickly I'd filled up, because not 10mins prior, I'd felt fine leaving my MILs house. We started wandering around, and hubby was taking his time. I noticed him start going down an aisle that had nothing to do with what we were there for, and felt a twinge of anxiety- he was showing no signs of getting in and out in a hurry! I made my own way to what I wanted to look at, and my bladder was filling at a rapid pace. I started getting that shaky, sweaty feeling as I found myself having to consciously clench my muscles. Looking around, trying to look natural, when I found myself alone in the aisle I tried to do a low-key leg cross to keep control. I could feel my heart starting to race, this wasn't good! I decided to find my husband. Maybe if we could get our stuff quickly and go, I'd be fine. Finding him proved to be a bit harder, as it was a rather large department store. I finally found him and I realised I wasn't going to be able to hold this unless we got out of there. Right. Now. So I tried, as casually as possible, to tell my husband that we should go over the road to the other part of the mall, that this store didn't have what I wanted. He was fine with this, but painfully didn't understand the urgency and stopped another 5 or 6 times before we left the store to show me things that caught his fancy! I was tossing up whether to tell him I was bursting for a wee or not, as it seemed silly that I passed up a perfectly good bathroom stop not so long before. So we finally made it outside and I was breathlessly holding on. Getting in the car was better than I thought, I was really dreading it but sitting down seemed to help a little. What didn't help were the 4 speed bumps we had to go over to get out of the car park! Trying my best to stay casual and make sure my hubby didn't catch on, I snuck my foot underneath me and tried to make light conversation. Slooowly, we made our way to the lights and then across the road to the other part of the mall. Finding a park was our next problem, as it was a public holiday today and it so super busy. I saw the place I needed to go in tantalisingly close as we pulled away from it trying to find a spare spot. I was switching between deep breaths and holding my breath, as too deep a breath and I felt like I was going to lose control. But holding my breath made me dizzy and I couldn't afford to fall over when I got out of the car! Finally we found a spot and I eased myself off my foot. Clenching in preparation, I lifted myself up. A tiny drop slipped out and I could feel it sit for second inside of my panties before soaking in. I opened my door and held my breath as a pushed myself up and out of the door. I looked down at my jeans. Yep, it was definitely going to show if I lost control. Tight, blue skinny jeans don't hide much! I was so close to the shop. Walking as naturally as I could with my thighs together, I walked quickly towards the shop. There were so many people around, I had to duck around a couple of people. One person I missed, however, and I rammed into her trolly as she came around a pillar just outside the entrance. A large spurt escaped and I could feel it start to trickle down my leg ever so slightly. I couldn't dare to look down, I forced myself to re-clench and raced inside. "I'm just going to pop to the loo", I told my husband. I could see the toilets sign posted not 20 metres away and my muscles gave a groan with how close relief was. I darted inside and thankfully there was an empty stall. I was home and clear! All except one thing. I forgot that my jeans have two buttons! The first was fine, but I opened that one and tried to pull my jeans down. Of course they didn't come, because of the second button. I tried to open the second button as another large spurt escaped. Fumbling like you do only when that close to relief, I finally got both buttons undone, zip down, and sat down. The full force of all the liquid that had been pushing on my muscles escaped, hot and strong, straight through my panties. I couldn't get them down fast enough. The warmth filled the material first before draining and felt so hot, it was a moment before I could think about anything else. I peeled off my jeans and took off my now soaked through panties. I tossed them in the bin and pulled my jeans back up, feeling the slight dampness my earlier leak had caused. The denim felt amazing on my bare skin, and made for a much more enjoyable conclusion to my shopping trip!
×
×
  • Create New...