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  1. Just found this awesome desperation clip on youtube. What do you guys think? Any ideea where I could possibly get the full clip?
  2. Version 1.0.0

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    Guess what? Ol' Uni got some real diapers! So I did a hold :3 I really twied, but I couldn't hold in all the peepee anymore! It felt really good...I relaxed everything, but halfway through the wetting I accidentally made a pushie! >m< I need a change :<

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  3. I had a dream where I was having lunch alone, wearing a white t-shirt and light blue jeans. My clothes were skin tight. I felt a twinge in my bladder, and as time passed, the more urgent it became. My eyes stared at the bathroom door, debating whether to go or not. I believe that I decided to continue eating and wait to pee until I reached my own bathroom because I added more to my bladder anyway, so I would end up needing to pee again. My legs were crossing and uncrossing, then I let loose with a epic soaking and then when I looked down, I woke up, checked my bed for wet spots, and peed in my toilet. What a huge relief!
  4. Hey guys. Once again its been a while. Lately I've been visiting the site and just 'lurking' but not really partaking in any omo fun. That changed on a whim today. Lately ive been on a detox kick, trying different supplements, etc. This morning I drank a large mug of dandelion root tea, roughly 24oz worth and got the idea in my head to break in some of my newer pairs of jeans that I've never wet in. So that just what I did. I waited desperately til I had the house to myself, sat in a cast iron chair outside on our patio and released my bladders contents. I'd forgotten how the tea made it so much harder to hold just a small amount of pee. see pics below. I have another pair of jeans to 'break in' so I'm gonna do a longer hold. Seeing as I have lots of empty smart water bottles laying around, I'll be using those to measure intake. I may record a video of the wetting as well if anyone would like to see it. I'm not a particularly attractive or skinny girl...as you can probably tell... I just figure its about time to give back, ya know.
  5. This happened to me just last week. I was busting my ass all day at work and never got the chance to run to the bathroom, the ENTIRE day. I had a full days bladder and I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed to go because I was so distracted. Anyway, I finished my shift around 5pm and was about to head home, but I realized my car was absolutely dead out of gas - like I was hardly making it to the station down the road. I'm one of those lazy people who waits until the last second to do a lot of things so this was a regular occurrence for me. The need to pee was getting stronger once I was sitting by myself and not super busy and distracted but I still ignored it (big mistake). I really had to stop and get gas and I was confident that I could just be quick about it and jump back in my car to go home. So I get to the pump down the street and there's already two other cars there. I pulled up to the pump facing the road as my car was drastically flashing the "Low Fuel" sign at me. Trying to be quick I began to fumble about my car in search of what I needed. I grabbed my card to pay at the pump (thank god I didn't go inside) and I hopped out of my tiny car onto the pavement. Gasoline fumes assaulted my nose and the sound of cars whizzing by filled my ears. As soon as I stood up I realized I would be doing the potty dance for the next few minutes that I'd be out of the vehicle. Trying to power through the experience, I jammed my card into the machine and grabbed the gas pump. As I inserted the nozzle into my car the need to pee was getting unbearable. I tried to be subtle about my desperation because there were other people around me and I was already facing a busy road. "Halfway there" I thought to myself as I looked at the rising numbers "I can do this" I stopped dancing for just a moment to look at the pump to see my progress and I felt a spurt of wetness dampen my panties. I quickly tried to stop the stream but that little spurt was all my body needed to let the flood gates open. It started slow but quickly got out of hand. I stood there next to my car, frozen like a statue as my panties drenched and overflowed into my dress-trousers. I felt a stream of wetness run down the back of my thighs. Two streams down the front of each pant leg. And a stream at the source, my crotch, easily passing through the fabric and directly hitting the pavement with a little tinkling "splash" sound. I looked down in heated embarrassment as I saw massive wet spots forming and a puddle on the ground where I had been standing. My bladder finally emptied itself without any consideration for me. The streams slowed down and finally came to a stop with a few moments of dripping. Drip. I literally couldn't move I was so humiliated. Drip. Oh god how Is this possible? Drip. Shit, did anyone see me? *a final little stream came out of fear, hitting the puddle beneath me rather loudly* I looked up and saw a guy next to me getting out of his SUV at that moment. Another guy at the next pump over glancing in my direction. I ripped the nozzle out of my car and slammed it back into the fuel pump. My only goal was to get out of public and away from wondering eyes as soon as possible. I was too scared to even look at the stopped cars on the road as I jumped into my vehicle as quickly as I could and started to drive home. I sat for a thirty minute drive with soaked trousers and panties in humiliation and shame, thinking about all of the people who could have seen me. Hoping that there isn't some security footage of the incident but I can't help but wonder if there is... A lesson learned, always make time for the little things or they will make time for themselves...
  6. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  7. So, writing for the first time....any suggestions/constructive critiques are welcome ! This happened in the final year of my college life in India. A group of us friends were in charge of hosting a departmental reunion and meetings used to run long after the normal class times. It was close to the date of the event and we were all talking at length about a visit to the department by some guest before the event to inspect labs et al. The visit was supposed to be on a weekend and so some of us had to come in Saturday. Our meeting room used to be closed normally on weekends and we had 2-3 keys, one of which, happened to be with my ex as she used to stay on campus in the girls' hostel. As the meeting dragged on a lot of the group had left leaving only 3-4 at the end. We decided at the end that one of us would have to come in the next day and prepare for the visit. Then we discovered that all the people with the keys had left earlier leaving only my ex as a possibility. She declared she could not come the next day as she had some plans but she could bring the keys quickly to us from her hostel. So, she hurried out to the hostel and left us to talk about other things. After about a rather long 20 mins (hostel was a 5 min walk max) she returned and handed over a key to us. The others quickly took the key and bid us goodbye. I don't know if nobody noticed but I saw that she had changed her jeans from the dark one she was wearing to another. Since I had to leave as well, I could not press her too much that night but on teasing her about it, she blushed and would not talk about it. It took some time for us to break the ice about such events as this was quite early on in our relationship. It was later, one random phone call on some random night, much later, when we were much more comfortable with each other, that the true secret was revealed. And here it is from the girl's perspective : ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By the end of the meeting I was seriously desperate and in need of a loo pretty badly. But then I did not want to keep anyone waiting for the key and decided I would quickly get it from my room. Ahh, why didn't I bring it with me ? I stepped out of the building and the cool breeze hit my face and I suddenly realized that I was more desperate that I had thought....however, I carried on, I was a big girl after all in my final year of college ! On the way I met a friend who tried to indulge me in some small-talk...I tried to talk my way out of it (talking away valuable time) and got into my hostel. My room was on the 3rd floor and walking up the stairs was painful. As soon as I reached the third floor I had a decision to make : either get the keys or use the toilet. I was super desperate but decided to first get the keys from my room and then use the restroom before I went back. That proved to be my biggest mistake ! The room was on the opposite side of the corridor as the toilets and all the girls in the floor used the same restroom facilities. I quickly stepped into my room and then I tried to quickly find the keys. In my panic, I realized the keys were not in their usual place and I actually had to search for them ! I was under serious pressure now and wondered if I should continue searching or go. I decided to search a bit more. Soon enough under the table I found the key. It had somehow fallen down and I quickly took it as a huge wave of desperation hit me. I doubled over and half-walked to the door. Since none of my roommates were present I had to lock the door before I went out again (and had to unlock it to get in) ! I was in panic then : I tried locking the door but somehow the key won't fit in as I struggled wth it ! "Why does this have to happen now ???" I wondered. As the key finally slid in, another desperation wave hit me almost overcoming my resistance. I was in serious trouble now. I had to use the restrooms NOW ! In panic, as soon as the door was locked, I ran ! Running was another big mistake as I soon realized ! Maybe I should have half-walked slowly to the restroom but running made everything happen so quickly. As I was midway through to the restrooms I could feel I was no longer in control. New surges of desperation hit me as I felt control slipping away and myself getting wet. I quickly crossed my legs when I realized what was happening and tried to regain control. I was spurting uncontrollably as I opened the door to the toilets. Thankfully there was no one to view my condition or I would have been so embarrassed. The cubicles were empty and I kept leaking in my panties as I entered them : I just could not control any more. I had to struggle with my tight jeans inside and by the time I got it down and sat down with relief, I knew I had had a major major accident. As I finished peeing, I stood up to survey the damage. The jeans were noticeably wet till my knees on one leg and the upper thighs on another. I was so ashamed. Now I had to walk back to my room, unlock it again and change into something and then walk back ! Well, let this be our secret ok ? I have quite a few other stories to tell, but just to you.....so shhhhh
  8. found this little gem on castlage. Hopefully the link works http://castlage.com/03/046.swf
  9. Hello all, I'm currently at about a 7, and was wondering if anyone wanted to do a hold with me?? Thanks!
  10. http://motherless.com/F1E3162 I had to go so badly while smoking, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold it.
  11. Well, I have to admit that even though I made quite a few wetting videos in the past, I never dared to contribute to this site with my self-made content. Actually, only one person ever saw a wetting video of mine (and she liked it, but that's another story I will tell in the near future). However, let's change that! This is my most recent video. The background (yeah, it's not only simply peeing in the shower, it's peeing in the shower for a reason!) behind it is: I woke up hungover (and way too early) and felt a slight urge to pee. I decided on wearing a pair of jeans and just let it go. As I said, it was only a slight urge, so I knew it would not be much. However, there was a small puddle on the floor, but - to my surprise - not any visible wetness on my jeans! Sure, it was wet from the inside and I felt it. Plus, my boxershorts were visibly wet. Nevertheless, for the first time ever, I peed my pants and it was not visible at all! I checked the jeans' material, but I came to the conclusion: It really is a typical pair of jeans. No special materials. I could not and still cannot explain why my pee just ran down my pants without showing. Although of course I am used to pee my pants for pleasure, I never did anything daring regarding pee. Usually, I would make sure that nobody is around who could see or bother me in any other way and I stand on a towel and just let go in my pants. As I am used to live with others (family, flatmates) I think I have a good nose for the right moment to pee my pants - and to estimate when it's better not to do it. However, today was different. Also, maybe for you it's not daring at all, but for me it was. So I just peed my pants, there was still the small puddle on the floor and I examined my jeans in disbelieve of what I see, when someone knocked on my door: It was one of my flatmates (I have three of them in total; two guys and one girl) and he asked me whether I am up to making wraps for lunch with him. My heart was beating heavily, because... Well, you can probably guess why. As I said, I also was hungover, so I was a bit paranoid that maybe I just did not notice the wetness from the outside of my pants. Also, if he looked closely into my room, he would have been able to see the puddle of my pee. I told him that having wraps for lunch sounds like a good idea and he asked whether I need anything else from the supermarket. I told him I was fine (totally, he he) and he went away. So, I could not believe it: I got away with peeing my pants! However, that's not where the story ends. Maybe you know that feeling of being incredibly thirsty after a night out. It happened to me today: I was drinking soda, juice, cola... And lots of it! So I knew, I would have to pee again at some point. I planned on emptying a full bladder into my pants. As plans changed (since I was not hungry at lunch time, I asked my flatmate to postpone having wraps to tomorrow), I had enough time to prepare the happening. When I felt another urge to pee (this time a bit stronger than before) I knew I was not going to the toilet. In fact, I was not going to hold it in either (which I could have easily done). I decided on just letting it out on purpose again. So, this time there definetely was more pee and my pants felt quite wet - this time also from the back. I inspected my pants again and: the wetness was not really visible. There was only one small spot (that's where the pee came out...) visible. And if you looked very closely and knew what just happened, you might have even noticed that on the back of my left thigh, there was a slight dark patch. However, I surely would have been able to get away with it again. What a magical pair of jeans I have! I will just skip the following hours. I did not pee again and also got out of my jeans, to avoid any damage to my bladder because of cold wetness. However, after I finished my cola and juice, I started feeling full again. As I did not stop there, of course, I was pretty desperate after some time. To be honest, I did not feel that desperate for a long time. I was one of those desperations where I felt that it would be hard to hold it in before I plan on letting it go. Nevertheless, I waited a tiny bit more and when I was sure it was about time, I went into the bathroom and changed into my magical pants again. This was going to be the first time ever in more than two years living in this shared flat, that I wet myself somewhere else than in my own room. So, I stepped into the shower, grabbed my smartphone and just as I started recording, I began to pee. Heavily. Of course, the feeling of relief was incredible, as my bladder was so full. Just as expected, it was way too much for my jeans: the wetness quickly began to show and spread - but to be honest: still it somehow was way less than in any other kind of jeans (just compare the puddle forming with the pee showing on my jeans and you might understand). Nevertheless it was clear: I undoubtedly peed my pants. And it was awesome. And even if my jeans couldn't handle my full bladder, I now know, that I own a pair of jeans that at least lets me get away with small wettings. Let's see how things will evolve in the future. ;-) VID_20161112_204542.mp4 (4K resolution) VID_20161112_204542_CLIPCHAMP_480p.mp4 (Lower Resolution) (Screenshot) P.S. Sorry for shooting the video in portrait mode. Things happened so quickly that I did not think of shooting the video in landscape mode.
  12. Hey guys and girls, I have been following this forum for some while now and I have a request now. A few months ago while searching on omorashi.tv I came across a video about asian girls that where outside and in need of a bathroom. When the girls start moving towards the toilets, some guy comes around and hold them with a conversation. Because the girls are to shy to tell their need, they just keep talking while getting more desperate with the second. Finally they will lose it and embarrassed run towards the toilets while still wetting themselves or just keep standing there frozen while they pee themselves. Does anybody know where to find this video, or does anybody have it. It's one of the best wetting video's I've ever seen and if I remember correct it was about an hour long or so.
  13. Okay, so i have been looking for omorashi pics of ahsoka tano from "Star wars the clone wars" for a while. I searched and only ever found one that wasn't even that good. I got tired of searching. So i started drawing again. Recently I started drawing on paper again, But this one was made in paint.net with my touch screen.
  14. Hey! Sorry if my writing is pretty bad, this is my first story. I will be writing this story for a while. This is story is kind of a continuation of "Master and Servant". All credits goes to Sunny for that. I also am not a huge fan of HP so sorry if the writing isn't that good about HP and the background of it if you haven't read "Master And Servant", you will want to go read that. Enough of my rambling, enjoy! ---------------------------------------- Sorry for the short chapter Chapter 1: Draco + Hermione Its been almost a year since Draco and Hermione has started playing "Master and Servant" and they are starting to drift away. One day, Draco and Hermione are going to lunch. Like always, Draco and his crew despise the little mudbloods. Draco sits down alone today while eating lunch, and notices Hermione crossing her legs. They haven't been playing "Master and Servant" for a while but he still had the videos of Hermione peeing from first year to all the way to fourth. Hermione was about to get a treat... A few hours have passed since lunch, and Draco was lucky enough to sit behind Hermione in class. At one point, he heard Hermione whimper. Then she whispered "please, i have to go, I have to pee.." Draco smirked, none of his stupid mates are seeing the scene she is playing. He didn't know how she got out of class, but she did, without peeing! After class, she practically ran out after everyone left. Draco secretly followed, remembering all the fun they had playing the game, he really wanted to play again. Besides, he still had the memories of Hermione peeing herself. She was going to be forced to play again. When they were in privacy, Draco ducked behind the tapestry and found the best hiding spot to watch the show. Hermione came in not long after, doing the most childish potty dance. "oh god I have to pee, I have to pee." She said over and over. Finally, she lifted her skirt and immediately started peeing. A few seconds after she started, Draco had the brilliant idea of bringing back the game. So he came into view. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Hermione gasped, wide eyes at Draco, still watching her? "What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?!" Hermione practically screamed, still peeing. "Are you done?" Hermione blushed a deep shade of red. "Yes" "Malfoy, you are such a pervert, get out of here!" "What are you doing, talking to your MASTER like that?" She was wide eyed, remembering the game that they played a few months before. "WHAT?!" "I still have the memories of you wetting yourself in year one, all the way until now, and don't you dare call me Malfoy, filthy mudblood, address me as master." ---------------------------------------- Thanks for reading. Next chapter should be out soon!
  15. A/N So this is my first story, and sorry if some parts don't sound right, English is not my first language ._. This is basically the story of an arrogant young professional singer who's life gets turned upside down because he had a little too much tea to drink before his giant concert. There are some parts where you can follow along the story with what the soloists will be singing to set the mood just a bit better. I can continue this story if you want, with the other singers' desperation plus yaoi smut, just let me know what you think and I can add more to it in the future. Alright, here we go. It's my first time, so please be gentle! Ignacio Campana was sitting in his limousine, about to be known as the greatest operatic tenor in the world. He was a leggero tenor of incredible ability, able to sing a tenor high G that would cause jaws to drop and glass to break. The 23 year old man was born and raised in Milan, Italy, where his parents caught onto his talent for singing at an early age and had him attend music conservatories as his lifelong education. Unfortunately, this immense power to hit such high and mighty power notes at such a young age had led Ignacio to become incredibly arrogant. He would often be at least ten minutes late to every rehearsal with either his recitals or his private lessons with a cup of coffee in his hand. When rehearsing with a group, he would focus solely on hitting on the true sopranos, ignoring the mezzos, altos, baritones and basses. If he ever had a duet with someone, he would almost always drown his singing partners out with his voice no matter how many times the conductor told him to be quieter. Truth be told, most all of his workmates found him to be unbearable, but his audience didn’t. If anything, Ignacio was incredibly popular with his viewers, especially the female ones. He had longish blond hair ending just above the shoulders and sparkling baby blue eyes that would never shy away from winking at a starstruck fangirl, who would then squeal and beg for his autograph. His soprano co-stars couldn’t help but giggle at his jokes and love the way he flashed his bright smiles at them. It would appear to some that he had just about everything under control at the tips of his fingers. And today was just another one of those days, except a thousand times more important. This evening was the first opera concert of the millennium on January 1 2000, the day where millions of people would see Ignacio both in the Met’s concert hall and on televisions all over the country to watch him perform with other incredible singers. To top it all off, the world’s greatest known tenors Luciano Pavarotti and Andrea Bocelli were coming to watch Ignacio sing. It was the evening that would make or break his career, his worldwide reputation, his fame that would last for generations to come. Absolutely nothing could jar Ignacio’s chance at impressing such a large crowd… except maybe his pressing need to urinate. He was actually bouncing his leg as he sat in the back of his limo, wishing he hadn’t drank so much honey lemon tea earlier. He just wanted to make sure his vocal chords were oiled and ready to go for this performance, but now he could feel all of those drinks collect into his swollen organ all at once. He hated the barista for letting him order all of those cups. Ignacio really shouldn’t have felt worried, as his voice teacher of 10 years had never really given him bathroom breaks as they would train together. She was a short, stern, greying old woman who would see him from noon until 10:00pm, only giving him breaks for water. Everytime he asked to use the restroom, she would furrow her brow and tell him, “Come now, Ignacio. If you want to be a professional singer, you must learn how to put off personal needs while you sing. Do you think Maria Callas entered every performance of her life relieved? No! And I would know, I used to train her.” He would only sigh to this and continue singing, sometimes even running to the bathroom in the middle of the lesson when he couldn’t take it, only to have his teacher rolling her eyes and shaking her head when he came back. He had learned to build up some impressive sphincter muscles through these ten years with her, but now he was starting to wonder where all of that effortless control had gone. But no matter, he was sure it was nothing to worry about, as he was not yet full and had finished lessons much more desperate than this. The limo was slowing to a stop in front of the Met, a red carpet laid out before him with flashing cameras and crowds packed on either side of it, and he knew he could do this. All he had to do was smile, flash some winks at the crowd, and have the conductor give him some time to use the restroom. However, he was met with furious eyes from the conductor as he walked backstage. “Where the hell have you been?!” Spat the conductor, “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago to rehearse with the other singers!” Ignacio casually turned his head to look at the singers he was referring to and his eyes widened with surprise. Right in front of him was one of Japan’s most acclaimed sopranos, Hiroko Watanabe, with a flowing green chiffon dress, silver diamond hair clip keeping her hair up in a bun, and a piercing glare at him for such tardiness. Damn, she's really hot, Ignacio thought; maybe if I ask nicely I could get her number. Next to Hiroko was a darker, more mysterious figure. His name was Nikolai Orlov, Moscow’s finest basso profundo. He had dark jade green eyes and hair the color of deep mahogany. He also had some five o'clock shadow, broad shoulders, and as Ignacio trailed his eyes down he noticed that he had a protruding stomach that was not suppressed by his tux’s cummerbund. Ignacio nodded, impressed by Nikolai’s dedication, as he heard that some basses could get the loudest sound possible by adding stomach fat to their diaphragm. But of course, Ignacio could never do that to himself, as his body was a slender temple he refused to add any weight to. Being surrounded by such dedicated musicians made Ignacio feel a wave of guilt for being so late to the rehearsal. He said to the conductor, “Yes sir, I'm so sorry but there was some traffic as I tried to get here. May I please use the restroom before we continue rehearsal?”, he subconsciously started lightly rocking back and forth on the spot. The conductor looked at Ignacio as though he was crazy, “What? No! You've wasted so much time and we’re starting any minute now! Just go on stage now and wait for the curtain to rise.” He exclaimed coldly, giving Ignacio the evil eye before storming off. He bitterly clicked his teeth at the conductor for denying his relief. Who did that man think he was? Now he really wanted to strangle that barista for those five cups of honey lemon tea. However, he wouldn't try to chase down the conductor. His pride told him that he didn't need to go that badly, that he could just hold it all in until morning if he so pleased. And he promised himself that he would hold it until the concert ended, maybe even waiting until after he gave all his fans their autographs. In the meantime, he was looking around the room and thinking of how he could keep himself busy. Well, he thought, I guess I can see if I can get Hiroko’s number. He then walked up to the Japanese soprano, as gracefully as he could, and smoothly said, “So, is this your first time in New York?” “No.” She responded abruptly, looking straight past him. Merda, he thought, No girl’s ever replied to me like that before. Better hit her with my irresistible charm. He looked her straight in the eye and smirked, “Well if you want, I can give you a little tour of the city once this show is over.” He said with a wink and a pearly white smile. However, his smitten appearance was replaced with a shocked one when she smacked him across the face right after that remark. Hiroko then made her way to the snack table and she ate some grapes before the show. Ignacio was still in shock. That was the first time a girl had ever said no to him, especially that violently. Oh great, he thought, now that Russian bass is staring at me weirdly again. Before he could walk over and give Nikolai a piece of his mind, a reporter entered the room and asked the Italian tenor for and interview. He nodded and followed her, cheering on the inside that he was getting more publicity. “Thank you so much for letting me interview you, Ignacio,” said the reporter. “Of course!” replied Ignacio with a grin, glad he was being filmed from the waist up so he could occasionally squeeze his thighs together if needed. “So Ignacio, this is the first opera concert of the millennium. Are you nervous at all?” “No not really, I get to sing with two other incredible stars from around the world, and my voice teacher has been training me hard for this day, so if anything I’m really excited.” “Oh that’s good! I was just recalling upon some of your other concerts and I can’t help but notice what a powerful head voice you have. It’s really fantastic!” “Hehe, thanks.” “Yeah, totally. Are there any, like, rituals you like to perform to sound so good? What do you drink to get your vocal chords so wet and hydrated?” Ignacio cringed slightly at her word choices there, but he speed talked his reply as best as he could, “Well, it’s nothing crazy really. I just like to drink honey lemon tea before my performances and that’s about it.” “Ooh, I see. Well, I won’t keep you here any longer because I hear the orchestra play the overture music now. Better knock ‘em dead! I know you can.” She said with a beam. Ignacio smiled and nodded at her, then speed walked over to the stage where Nikolai and Hiroko stood. He got in between the two of them just in time when the curtain lifted. Here he was, Ignacio Campana, world class tenor, performing at a 2 hour concert with no intermission and a nearly full tank. He merely smiled and faced the audience head on, as his pride told him that he could hold it no matter what happened. He had the opening song to sing, which was a Gregorian tenor chant in which he got to sing out sweetly like a bell in a church. This song was easy for him, as it lasted only a minute and there were no ridiculous notes just yet. He watched the faces of the audience members as he sang, seeing that he got some nods, some silent listeners who merely admired the music whilst leaning their heads on their fists, and Pavarotti and Bocelli, who were whispering fervently to each other about him in Italian. Once he finished, he was met with impressed applause from the audience, the professional tenors smiling in his favor. He beamed at the crowd and bowed, wincing a little as he got low because of the pain in his bladder. A stage hand had appeared onstage to give every singer a 500 mL bottle to take sips from between songs. Ignacio was starting to worry now, seeing as he was only a cup away from reaching his capacity. He would have to take small sips to keep from spilling over during the concert, but he had such demanding songs to sing throughout the concert. But no matter, he would just have to be strategic about how much he drank throughout the show. Up next was Nikolai’s solo. The Russian bass stepped forward, spread his legs a bit more than shoulder width apart, and sang out powerfully (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfxQQ7nIthw). Ignacio raised his eyebrows in surprise, as this bass was truly incredible. The richness in his voice, the robustness of his volume, the charisma and emotion he projected. The song was actually giving the Italian a warm tickly feeling in his chest. As the song went on, he began to get mental pictures as he listened. He thought of a man trudging through the snow, snowflakes eventually falling on top of his nose and eventually turning into water. No! He yelled at himself internally for thinking about melting snow, squeezing his thighs together. He had to be more careful with what he thought of; he was there to perform, not to recreate the splash zone at seaworld. There was fervent applause when Nikolai finished and bowed, then it was time for Hiroko’s solo, so she stepped forward and began her song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDvE8uKWznc). Ignacio smiled as he heard her sing, closing his eyes and feeling the song waves float straight into his heart. She sounded as gorgeous as she looked. However, as her song continued, he noticed that his throat was getting awfully dry. He cursed his luck, not wanting to add anymore liquids inside of him, but the New York winter was making his throat dry. He promised himself that he would only take a sip, but found that he drank half of the bottle. He cursed himself on the inside, knowing this added weight would not be pleasant for him. * * * * * * * * * * The concert was now halfway through with another hour to go and Ignacio felt like he was ready to pop. His bladder felt taut and full, and it really was, considering he drank a cup of water, topping off at his capacity of 6 cups. At that very moment, it felt like his bladder was an overfilled water balloon that a child was constantly squeezing and jiggling around. This would be the point where he would run out of the room during his voice lessons, but he couldn't do that now during a trio performance. But astonishingly, he showed no outward signs of desperation. He still sang with gorgeous tone and great control, still easily able to sing out those high money notes and act along with the text. It was only when he bowed did he wince slightly at the now fiery pain behind his belt. He had considered just taking off the belt and pulling down his fly, but it would be a direct rude gesture to the audience plus Pavarotti and Bocelli. He could never do that to his fellow Italians. Sure the audience didn't notice his predicament, but Nikolai seemed to sense his discomfort. The Russian bass would look at him out of the corner of his eye, giving a slight but sympathetic nod. Seriously, what’s with this guy? Ignacio thought, Once I use the bathroom after this show, this guy will learn not to stare at me so much. Although Ignacio managed to keep up a cool and collected front, his co-stars and conductor started to notice something about him was slightly… off as time drew on. He would sing a bit more quietly while doing a duet with Hiroko or Nikolai, actually sweating at one point. The conductor furrowed his eyebrows at him, and once the audience applauded after a duet with Ignacio and Hiroko, he gestured for the tenor to finish off his half-empty water bottle. Ignacio had a brief flash of worry in his eyes as he finished the water. At this rate, he’d never finish the concert dry. He had such a quick metabolism, which is why all those drinks had gone through him so quickly. Stay calm, mio ragazzo, he thought to himself, This solo has a seductive feeling to it, so you get to think of sexy things. He walked up to the front of the stage with his legs pressed tightly together and began his song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bT-pql5EhzQ. As he sang, he noticed that thinking seductive thoughts worked. The more he thought of Hiroko with rose petals covering her breasts and naughty places, the less pressure he felt between his legs. He pictured himself kissing her marshmallow white smooth neck as she with pleasure sighed into his hair, him sucking and nibbling on her collarbone, Nikolai starting to… wait what? Why is Nikolai invading my sexy thoughts? Questioned Ignacio. Well, the song had ended, so he didn’t need to distract himself for the time being, but he still had 2 more songs to go before he could zoom backstage and release his flood inside anything hollow. It didn’t even need to be a toilet; a bucket, a potted plant, someone’s spare boots would be a perfectly fine substitute. He started to subtly grip the sides of his thighs with his hands, biting his lip and sweating just below the nose as well. Oh, he needed to pee so badly. He could actually feel his overtaxed, overflowing bladder cutting into his waistband. That was a first for him. Up next, he had a trio song with Hiroko and Nikolai, so he shakily stood as still as he could without grabbing his crotch with the Soprano on his left and the Bass on his right. They then began their song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGz3oKKg-QI. Ok, so you can’t grab yourself onstage, thought Ignacio desperately, But maybe it’ll help if you lock your knees and tense up your entire lower half. At this point, the tenor would do anything to save face, so he did. It really worked for most of the song, as his grey briefs didn’t have a spot on them, except he was beginning to feel woozy and lightheaded. The room started fading to black and he felt his balance falter. He kept swirling from side to side until he finally fell to the ground. Ignacio had fainted. When his sight came back, he was surrounded by the conductor, both co-stars, and a not so hushed whisper going through the crowd. “Ignacio, are you okay?” Asked a concerned conductor. “I’m fine, I just really-” started Ignacio, hoping he could get to the restroom now. “You need some water, don’t you? Here, take mine.” A genuinely concerned Hiroko interrupted, holding out her half-empty bottle. Before Ignacio had time to even object, she force fed him the liquid until it was all gone. The Italian looked like he could’ve cried. He turned to the conductor with desperate tears in his eyes, and whispered with such intense apprehension, “I’m not dehydrated, I just-” this time, his own bladder interrupted him with a searing pang. He gripped his crotch to prevent any leaking, now feeling utterly humiliated. He could never be taken seriously in the music world again. Still, he shakily lifted his head to meet the worried gaze of the conductor, and finished his sentence, “-I’ve just never had to pee so badly in my life.” The conductor gasped as his eyes widened. The poor young man must’ve been dying. This was all his fault, he should’ve let him go to the bathroom as he requested when he arrived. “Ignacio, I am so, so sorry. I should’ve let you go before the show, but we only have one song left. It’s your solo, Nessun Dorma. I promise you can make it through.” The tenor was now blushing; be it from embarrassment or strain, he couldn’t tell at this point. He wasn’t even so sure he could stand, but he had to try and sing that song. He felt a heavy tap on his shoulder, and turned to see that Nikolai was offering his hand in helping him get up. His blush grew heavier and he returned with a grateful nod, and without wasting a moment the Russian pulled him up onto his feet and walked him over to the front of the stage. “It’s ok, just take baby steps. You’ll be fine.” Whispered the Russian with his rich, deep voice, encouraging the Italian. Soon enough, it was time for Ignacio to stand alone in front of the crowd, with Nikolai moving back to his own spot. The audience applauded once they saw that Ignacio was feeling alright, and he did his best to smile and wave normally. Most of the audience seemed unaware of his need, except for Pavarotti and Bocelli, who seemed to have inquisitive yet suspicious looks on their faces. Well, thought Ignacio, this is your last song, better make it count: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMl124VvFRg. No no no! This is going terribly!, he thought as he began. He wasn’t singing as loudly as he could’ve because he was worried that any pressure at all from deep breathing or force from the diaphragm could cause his inner torrent to erupt forth from his zipper. He wanted to sing as loudly as he could, but fanculo did it hurt to hold! He could feel the last 8 oz from the water Hiroko gave him filter into his dangerously overstretched bladder and he truly felt like he was going to explode. He was sweating again, and he tried to think seductive thoughts, but literally nothing could distract him from his painfully engorged bladder. The bump in his abdomen had grown and now it felt like a bowling ball was sitting right above his pelvis, even though it merely looked like he had half a cantaloupe behind his belt. His stupid expensive suit didn’t have pockets, so there was no way for him to discreetly hold himself through. He just curled his toes and marched on. At least his pained expression fit with the piece. Suddenly, he crescendoed a note when he felt a spurt go loose into his pants. Fanculo, this is really bad! He internally screamed at himself. But he also found that he was able to sing louder, his voice ringing out through the room. The spurts continued as the song did, but thankfully nothing showed on the outside and he was still able to sing louder with each spurt gone. However, each spurt also meant that his urgency grew. The giant ball of piss inside of him now felt like it was being surrounded by needles and was about to tip over completely. But no matter, he was almost done with the song anyway. He just had that one loud high note at the end to shout out for all to enjoy. He didn’t even care about what kind of pressure this deep breathing and diaphragm power would put onto his bladder, he took the deepest breath he could and powered through that ending. He thought he sounded incredible, he felt great, but something was wrong. There was no applause at the high note, just utter silence. Even the band had stopped playing. Ignacio looked down and realized why everyone had gone quiet… he was wetting himself full force. The Italian’s eyes widened and his blush grew bright. He didn’t even realize he was peeing himself, but it just felt so damn good. Hours and cups of pent of urine finally gushing outside of his body. The sound of his pee was the only thing echoing around in the giant concert hall, and the puddle around him grew and grew. It was even reaching over the edge of the stage and was falling into the orchestra pit. Around when he was half empty he could hear the audience start to whisper in disgust, seeing Pavarotti and Bocelli wrinkle their faces in disgust and the other audience members to jeer. Ignacio tried his best to stop, but his muscles were just too tired. He felt tears well up in his eyes again; this was the most humiliated he’d ever been in his life. If anything went wrong, he’d usually yell at whoever made him mess up, but this time there was no one to yell at but himself. He should’ve held it like the adult he was, not some kindergartener who just finished a juice box. I am definitely killing that barista, he thought to himself. When he finally finished, he found just enough strength inside of him to look at the audience. That’s when they jeered at him with gusto, throwing their drinks at him. Ignacio Campana, world class 23 year old tenor, had just pissed himself. The poor young man finally broke down into tears and ran backstage into his dressing room. He didn’t have any other clothes with him, as he arrived wearing his tux, but he had to find something else to wear; he had to. He could kiss his music career goodbye, but what else was he going to do? A world class tenor was all he had trained to become since he was 3, and he didn’t know where else to turn. Just as he started rummaging through his wardrobe, he heard the door open behind him. Oh, now what? He exasperatedly exclaimed to himself, Has the conductor come to yell at me? Has a female fan come to slap me? Or is Pavarotti about to insult my performance? He whipped around with an irritated expression on his face to see who came in, but his expression turned more into surprise when he found that it was only Nikolai who entered. The basso profundo said nothing, he just gave Ignacio a sympathetic nod, walked slowly to the garbage can near the wardrobe, whipped out his member, and starting wetting an absolute torrent into the trash can. Ignacio’s mouth gaped open when he saw how thick his stream was and how hard and fast it was coming out. Was he holding all of that during the entire concert? He grew even more surprised as the Russian’s stomach deflated while he was peeing; he wasn't pudgy in the middle at all, he was just holding in mass amounts of piss. Nikolai closed his eyes, tilted his head back and sighed, finally relieving himself of his burden load. Once he finished up after 3 minutes, he zipped up his pants and patted Ignacio on the back, saying “Don't worry, I had to go too.” Dumbfounded, Ignacio could only stutter, “B-But you… There was… How?! How could you hold in all of that?” Nikolai smirked and said, “Oh, I've had lots of practice, and I need to drink lots of vodka before a performance to get this dark, rich sound.” “You speak as if that's not your limit.” “What, the 11 cups I just pissed out? No that's not my limit, I still have some ways to go.” Ignacio’s jaw dropped completely, “You can't be serious.” Nikolai chuckled at his priceless reaction, “But hey, you did a great job considering you were two cups over your maximum capacity. How can I tell, you may ask? With this-” he whipped out a small black rectangular device. “This is a volume device. I point it towards anyone’s bladder and it tells me how much they have at that moment and how much their capacity can hold. You have an impressive 6 cup capacity, but the extra 2 cups you were holding was even more incredible. Truth be told, the other reason I can hold so much is because I have a kink for omorashi, do you?” “Um, well I don’t like to hold it… but I have to say, it was really hot.. Watching you pee and all…” said Ignacio, blushing yet again and finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with Nikolai. He could actually feel a familiar tightness in his chest and crotch as he thought of Nikolai peeing into the trashcan. He caught himself, though, and gathered his wits enough for one question. “So, uh, what is your real capacity then?” Nikolai grinned and replied, “Tell you what, how about we have dinner tomorrow after our performance and we can see how far I can go? Here’s my number if you want to contact me, by the way,” he said, as he scribbled his number down on a piece of paper, then gave it to Ignacio and walked away. Ignacio was still dumbstruck, trying to process what he just witnessed, what he just felt. Honestly, he never thought he was gay before. He always found himself hitting on girls, having one night stands with them, his only kink being light bondage, but never would he thought he would be interested in omorashi. Never did he, a 5’7 23 year old, think he would be interested in a 6’3 28 year old Russian man. But, he supposed there was a first time for everything. He decided he would just go home in his limo, order in some Chinese takeout, and watch some TV in the bathtub. That sounded like a great way to stave off the day’s humiliation. Well, on the brightside, he possibly had a new boyfriend.
  16. Hey guys! I want to do a hold and wetting later but I want to try something new, I usually wait to late at night to not be caught. So any suggestions or ideas would be awesome!
  17. INTRO: Welp. Here goes nothing. My first story on this site. I wrote this a few years ago in one night of absolute madness, and then sat on it until now because of... I don't know - shame? Disappointment? Displeasure? Something. I've only recently been able to convince myself to have another look at it, and I guess it's less terrible than I remember. Well, I'm not doing anything with it now, so maybe you lot can find some pleasure in it. The characters and settings herein are from an idea I once had for an animated sitcom, like The Simpsons or American Dad!, so if certain things seem a bit over-the-top, then that's why. The world of Northfield, British Columbia, is a zany, parodic place that only vaguely resembles reality. And I think that's all you need to know. But enough of my ramblings. How's about that story? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ STORY: A shadowy figure sat hunched over the desk. In a low voice he asked, “What do we know about them?” The woman sitting across from him placed a manila folder on the desk. “Everything we know is in here, sir.” The man in the shadows opened the folder and examined it. It was totally empty. He made a facial expression that, in some social circles, could almost be considered a smirk. “Well, it’s about as much as we know about the rest of them.” He stood and opened the filing cabinet behind him. In the second drawer from the top was a row of identical folders. In the poor light, the names on the folders were only barely visible. · BLACKSMITH · DARKSOUL · MAGNIFICENT MAN · MERCURY · OLYMPIA The man in the shadows flicked these folders toward him, exposing a spot at the far end of the drawer. Gingerly, he placed the last folder in the drawer. The sticker affixed to it read “PEREGRINE/RAVEN-GIRL”. Straightening his tie, the man in the shadows turned to the woman. He blinked and said, “I think it’s time we arranged the meeting.” These last two words had an added weight to them, almost as if they were some sort of epic foreshadowing. The woman said nothing, but rather nodded and left the room. The man in the shadows turned back to the filing cabinet, and with a flourish, slammed the drawer shut. The placard on the drawer was written in a direct, no-nonsense hand. Two words, that’s all it was. Two words with the power to topple governments and strike fear in the hearts of criminals. It said “SENTINELS INITIATIVE”. Gasps echoed throughout the cinema. And the credits rolled. The lights came up on what was, by her count anyway, Hannah Hastings’ third viewing of The Furthering Adventures of Peregrine Falcon and Ravengirl: Rise of Pyrone. This was the last film in the Dynamo Comics Cinematic Universe that would see a release until the Sentinels movie next year, and in her opinion, they’d saved the best for last. Hannah was a lively, energetic girl of 16. A twelfth-grade student at Nat Bailey Secondary, Hannah stood 5’5” in her stocking feet and – at 112 lbs. – was a bit skinnier than she ought to be. She had long blonde hair done up in a ponytail, blue eyes, and freckles reflective of the Irish on her mom’s side of the family. Her breasts were on the low end of the B range, and as such had gained her the unflattering nickname of “The Surfboard”. On this hot summer day, Hannah was wearing a white-on-black “May Justice Prevail” Sentinels T-shirt and black denim cutoffs. As the credits rolled, Hannah rose from her seat somewhat unsteadily and collected her things. There were two reasons for her shakiness as she got up. The first was that she had been sitting still for over two-and-a-half hours at this point. Even though she knew the film inside and out by now, Hannah hadn’t wanted to miss a thing, and as such her legs were pretty well asleep. The second reason also related to the film’s running time, but in a slightly different way. To beat the heat (and because she’d forgotten to have lunch), Hannah had purchased a large popcorn and a large soda. At the time, her drink choice had been ideal. It was a cold drink inside an air-conditioned cinema on one of the hottest days the town of Northfield had seen in some time. But now, it was starting to catch up to her. The second reason Hannah had trouble getting up was because she was maintaining a tenuous hold on a liter and a half of liquid which had traveled the usual course and was now sitting patiently in her bladder, waiting to complete its journey, as it were, and she was afraid any sudden movement might cause a premature release. In short, Hannah had to pee. Bad. As she got to her feet and stretched every aching muscle, Hannah squeezed her legs together tightly, so as to keep a firm hold on the liquid inside her. Okay, no big deal, she thought to herself, I held it through the extended edition of Return of the King, I can hold it for this. I just have to walk out of here with my head held high and a smile on my face. The bathroom’s right outside. I can do this. As the credits finished, the screen went black and faded into a bizarre alien world. I can do this. I can do-- Ooh! Post-credits scene! Hannah momentarily forgot her troubles and stared at the screen attentively, wondering how in the hell she’d missed this the previous two times she saw the movie. A magnificent spaceship hove into view over the planet. Swarms of heavily-armoured alien soldiers descended on the surface of the planet. Zoom into the command deck, and the throne room of-- Hannah’s jaw hit the floor and she whispered in awe, “No. No. Y’all motherfuckers did not just--” The powerful and imposing figure in the centre of the room spoke, and everyone remaining in the theatre snapped to attention. The figure stepped forward and sneered. In a booming voice he said, “This world now belongs to the Royal Hyperilax Fleet.” Hannah grinned like a giddy schoolgirl. Kalmax. Kalmax the Fucking Conqueror. They just teased Kalmax the Motherfucking Lord Baby Jesus Conqueror for the Sentinels movie. And... Holy shit... under the makeup. Hannah grinned even wider. That’s Picard under there. Patrick Stewart as Kalmax the Conqueror for The Sentinels. A spurt of something went into Hannah’s panties. Petrified, her hands flew to her crotch. Surreptitiously, she slipped a couple fingers inside her waistband to inspect the damage. Her panties were damp. Not with urine, but with... something else. Huh, an actual fangasm. That’s a new one. That close call, however, did serve to snap Hannah back into reality. She could geek out on Twitter when she got home; right now, she had to find a bathroom. Hannah walked out of the theatre briskly. If she’d had a choice, she would have gone slower, to keep the sloshing of her bladder to a minimum, but as it was she needed to get to the bathroom fast. Hannah turned the corner and stopped dead. The line outside the ladies’ room was some fifteen people long, all of them in varying states of desperation. She looked to her right. The line outside the men’s was... somehow even longer than that. Shit. Hannah squeezed her legs together tightly and entered the line. She could hold it. She could hold it. Five minutes later, she was furiously recanting that statement. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t hold it. Hannah crossed one leg in front of the other and squeezed tight. She bent at the hips slightly and balled her hands into fists. The girl in front of Hannah looked to be in much direr straits. She was hopping from foot to foot and had her hands tightly between her legs. “God, what is taking so long?” she whined. Trying to keep her cool, Hannah responded in kind. “I know, right? We’ve moved, like, ten feet.” A call came from farther up the line. “A couple of the stalls are flooded! They think a firecracker ruptured one of the pipes!” Hannah balled her fists even tighter and seethed. Her brothers were always flushing small explosives into places where they didn’t belong. And guess who worked here during the summer? Those two were just lucky their shift had ended during the movie. Probably safe at home playing BioShock or something, the little-- Hannah felt something squirt into her panties again. This time it was piss, she was sure of that. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, letting out a whine of desperation. “Ohhhhh, God, don’t think about a city at the bottom of the ocean,” she whispered to herself. Hannah bit her lip and looked around. Could she pop into one of the stores on the block and use their bathroom? More importantly, would she be able to make it? Looking out the windows of the cinema, Hannah examined her options. Music store? No public bathrooms. Liquor store? No soap; she wasn’t 19 yet. No way they’d let her in unattended. Comic shop? Yes, perfect! She was a regular there anyway; the owners would certainly let her use the bathroom! She hoped... Hannah turned on her heels and walked out of the theatre, taking small steps to avoid losing control. She undid the button on her shorts to keep them from cutting into her bladder, then half-walked-half-jogged to the comic shop, occasionally stopping to cross her legs together and survey the surrounding area. She couldn’t imagine what people might say if they saw the mayor’s daughter of all people on the verge of peeing her pants. Her dad would certainly never let her live it down. Hannah felt another wave of desperation pass over her, worse than before, so she stopped momentarily by the bus stop and knelt down, ostensibly to tie her shoe, but in reality tucking her other heel underneath her crotch and squeezing hard. If anyone had been observing this spectacle, they would have pondered just how it could take a person two minutes to tie their shoe, especially when they were clearly just moving the laces back and forth in their hands and discreetly humming, “La de da, nothing to see here, just tying my shoe, hmm hmm hmm, dum de doo...” After a moment, the urge passed, and Hannah shakily got to her feet again, confident she could now make it to the comic shop. She looked around to make sure nobody was watching and squeezed her quivering groin with both hands, whimpering in a manner akin to a dog scratching at the door. Hannah heard a vehicle rounding the corner behind her and snapped her head around to see if the driver was watching her. Just in case, Hannah removed her hands from where they were and slipped them into her pockets. Oh, hell. It was the bus. Worse, it was her bus. She had promised to make dinner tonight and if she didn’t get on this bus here and now, she probably wouldn’t get home in time to get things prepared on schedule. As the bus neared the bus stop, Hannah looked around frantically. Should she walk the next two blocks to the comic shop and relieve herself, potentially arriving home late, or should she get on the bus and try to tough it out, potentially losing all dignity if she didn’t make it? Bobbing up and down on her toes, Hannah grimaced, “Sophie’s Choice was a coin flip compared to this.” The bus drew closer and Hannah stopped bobbing, deciding it was better to put aside her biological needs than those of her entire family. Some of them could get damn testy when they were hungry. Hannah stepped on the bus and paid her fare, then took a seat at the back. Luckily, the bus was practically empty, so she didn’t need to worry about hiding her desperation. As the bus pulled away from the stop, Hannah crossed her legs together tightly and searched her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she switched it on and logged onto Facebook, hoping to take her mind off her rather tense situation. The first few items in her News Feed were the usual banalities: posts about who was listening to what song, things that her friends were liking, family vacation photos, etc. Finding she had been tagged in a video post, Hannah clicked on it, and subsequently wished she hadn’t. The video was titled “OMG STEPH TOTES PISSED HERSELF! ROFL” It was a grainy cell phone video of last week’s party in North Park. Hannah’s friend Stephanie was sitting on a beach towel, laughing like a dumb teen who’s just tried marijuana for the first time (a fair comparison seeing as that’s what she was), with a wet patch on her shorts and on the towel upon which she sat. Hannah herself was sitting beside Stephanie and doing her best Helen Mirren impression, which in her altered state came out like a cross between Brian Blessed and Fran Drescher. Revisiting the events of that night sober was cause enough for Hannah to smile, and she felt a laugh building up inside her. She placed a hand over her mouth and tried to maintain her composure, as a laugh of this size could very easily cause her to lose control of the other thing she was holding in at the moment. When video-Hannah launched into a Judi Dench that sounded more like a castrated Timothy Dalton, bus-Hannah lost it and doubled over laughing, despite herself. Suddenly, a large squirt of urine went into Hannah’s panties, and her hands flew to her crotch, causing her to drop her phone. The noise from the back elicited some looks from the other passengers, and Hannah tried to act as casually as possible, even though she was now closer to her breaking point than ever. After the other passengers looked away, Hannah slipped a hand down into her shorts and examined the damage. Her white panties were now soggy with piss and had developed rather a nice stain in the front. She could see from the inside where some of it had leaked through, forming a wet spot approximately the size of a toonie on her shorts. Hannah jammed her other hand down into her shorts and squeezed tight, the wet fabric of her underwear rubbing uncomfortably against her skin. Wanting to correct for that, she moved her hands inside her panties, so that her hands clamped down on her bare naughty bits. She crossed her legs tightly and hoped against hope that she could make it the rest of the way. She could feel her bladder straining, the pressure growing with each spurt she released. She didn’t know if she’d be able to stop the next one. Suddenly, Hannah was jolted from her seat and she felt her fingernails digging into her pelvic skin, she was squeezing so hard. The bus had reached that infamous stretch of road known affectionately throughout Northfield as “Pothole Avenue”. It was a brittle, cracked, pothole-ridden (obviously) span of five city blocks dating back to the earliest days of paved roads in this part of the province. Pothole Avenue had damaged more than a few axles and shock absorbers and unsettled its fair share of full bladders since the days of yore, and Hannah could recall a few times in her own life when it had caused her particular distress in conjunction with her often copious fluid intake. As the bus lurched over pothole after pothole, Hannah shifted her legs and sat on her heel, only this time she couldn’t pretend to be tying her shoe. Realizing people were starting to shoot furtive glances her way, Hannah removed her hands from inside her shorts and picked her phone up off the floor. She held it close in her lap so that she could still occasionally jam a couple fingers against her pee-hole if she had to. Nearing the end of Pothole Avenue, Hannah thanked every deity she could think of that she had somehow made it through that nightmare of a road without any further leaks. Better yet, the bus was fast approaching her street. Just a hop, skip, and a jump to the end of the block, and thence down the ridiculously long driveway to Hastings Manor. The house had no shortage of bathrooms, so there was no danger that she’d be stuck outside while someone did their business. “Next stop: Main Street – Arbutus Boulevard.” Yesyesyesohthankyouthankyou! Hannah screamed inwardly as she signalled to get off at the next stop. Hannah gathered her things and practically bolted for the door of the bus even as it came to a stop. She placed her phone back in her backpack and walked as quickly as she could to the end of the street. Not much longer now. She could see the front gates! Just a few more minutes until she could get inside and just fucking PEE. Hannah smiled at the thought of finally being able to pee. It would just feel so good after all the crap she’d put up with today. The thought of releasing everything, the river of piss, the lake of piss that was building up inside her, it was such an appealing thought she could almost feel it. All truth being told, she was feeling it. Snapping out of her reverie, Hannah looked down. Her wet panties felt even heavier now, even more piss-laden if that was humanly possible. Hannah could feel a trickle making its way down her leg, a small dark stain growing on one of her shoes. Hannah snapped her legs together and jammed her hands back down her shorts, trying to stem the flow. She tightened her sphincter muscles with all her might. She couldn’t wet her pants. She just couldn’t. The trickle slowed and eventually stopped. That was a saving grace. She hadn’t lost it totally, not yet. But that, Hannah decided, had been too fucking close. Taking her hands out of her shorts, Hannah broke into a fast run. She couldn’t squeeze her legs or sit on her heels anymore. She had to rely on sheer muscle tension to get her the rest of the way. Running for what seemed like miles, Hannah sprinted to the end of the street and pressed the buzzer to be admitted entrance to the manor grounds. Dancing from foot to foot as the heavy wrought iron gate creaked open, Hannah squeezed her skinny frame through the opening even as the gears were still grinding away. Hannah sprinted with nigh superhuman ability down the winding driveway, jumping over rocks, swerving around trees, and ducking under branches as her aching bladder practically screamed at her to get to a toilet. Finally, after what felt like forever, she reached the front doors. She rang the front doorbell frantically, practically jogging in place with her free hand between her legs. When nobody answered, she took off her backpack and searched desperately for her key. The pain in Hannah’s abdomen was now so strong that there were tears starting to form in her eyes. Still failing to find her key, Hannah could feel herself about to lose control. This was it. This was the big one. This would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Everything was going to come forth at this very moment. As the first drops worked their way past Hannah’s throbbing pussy, she suddenly had an idea. Desperate plans call for desperate measures, no pun intended. In the centre of the yard was a large concrete fountain – the sort you see in movies; they’re the ones that couples are always throwing coins into during the gooey love montages. Anyway, this particular fountain was topped with a replica of Brussels’ Mannekin Pis. It was a total eyesore and the family had wanted to get rid of it for years, but at this moment Hannah couldn’t have been happier that it was there. Even as she hopped over to the fountain, Hannah could feel herself losing control. Her pee was now coming out in intermittent spurts, each one lasting a bit longer than the last. Her panties and shorts were now thoroughly soaked, and she could feel several rivulets trickling down her legs. Hannah reached the edge of the fountain and turned to face outwards. She tore her soaked garments down to her ankles and positioned her bare ass and pussy over the water. Grabbing hold of one of the concrete fish circling the fountain’s edge, Hannah relaxed. Hannah felt one more spurt of pee shoot out as she positioned herself, and then nothing. She paused, puzzled, and wondered if maybe she’d drained the last of it into her pants. A few seconds more and it came. It started as a trickle, and then, perhaps once Hannah’s bladder was assured it had finally located an appropriate spot for release, it just poured out of her. Her clear urine hit splashed into the water of the fountain with the speed of a garden hose. Hannah let out a sigh – no, a groan – a groan of almost orgasmic relief as her bladder finally emptied, and more than a few drops of either water or pee or perhaps both leapt from the fountain and splashed back at her. Hannah closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to pee and pee for well over a minute or more. As her bladder emptied and her stream slowed to a trickle and then eventually to a few drops, Hannah hauled herself back to her feet. She shook her hips vigorously to get rid of the last few drops, her bum jiggling as she did so. Hannah pulled up her panties and shorts, grimacing as the cold, wet fabric chafed her nether regions. She finally located her key and went inside the house, climbing the stairs in total silence and locking herself in her room. She stripped off her wet clothes and climbed into the shower, her mind filled with homicidal revenge fantasies pertaining to her brothers. As Hannah walked uncomfortably into the house, she failed to notice her mother relaxing in the sun some distance from the fountain. # Fiona Hastings had been lying in a deck chair, soaking up the sun in a slightly-too-tight black bikini, sleeping soundly when she heard her daughter come stomping frantically up the driveway. She had watched in silence as Hannah did her pee dance while searching for her house key, she had kept quiet as Hannah had urinated into the fountain, and she said nothing as Hannah had unwittingly mooned her. Fiona had said and done nothing throughout this spectacle mainly because she didn’t want to cause her daughter any further embarrassment, but also because there was something strangely fascinating about the whole thing. Hannah looked remarkably like Fiona had some 25-ish years ago, and Fiona could remember a couple instances in her own sordid youth when she had been forced to use the fountain as a convenient source of relief. Watching Hannah now was like looking through a window into the past. Fiona pushed all nostalgic pee memories to the back of her mind as she felt a twinge in her own bladder. She looked down beside the deck chair, where sat a dinner tray with a half-full glass of iced tea, next to a very nearly empty pitcher. She had drained and refilled the glass several times before she had fallen asleep, and now it was catching up to her. Fiona rested a hand on her abdomen and felt her swollen bladder. It was hard as a rock. Not wanting to move, Fiona simply wiggled her hips and sunk lower into the chair. She laid a hand over her swollen bladder and relaxed, letting the pee trickle out, through the fabric, down around to the small of her back, where it formed a pool at the small of her back, and then dripped through the chair onto the grass below. She felt herself deflating and gave a small, contented sigh. Her mouth twitched into a happy smile, and she closed her eyes again.
  18. Hey found this on youtube could someone maybe grab it?
  19. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  20. In middle and high school I saw desperation that drive me nuts all day. Teachers, they have to share one bathroom you ever see that? Here are stories I saw: Blonde teacher I had took off her black jacket one day and wearing a grey muscle shirt, arms exposed. High heels, black jeans, while we took our test she was holding herself arms wrapped around and fidgeting in her chair. She made a call asking I heard for someone to come watch the class so she could go but they never showed. I went up to ask a question on the test and she could barely focus. Um, oh, we're msoy of her words. Another that hat same year a teacher I'll call Ms. A was thirty something and brown hair. Not skinny but nice hips and figure. She walked in the halls nd I was checking her out as she passed me saw her go to the one toilet room for teachers. Teachers could use multiple toilet rooms where students went but she never for whatever reason. But I saw another teacher occupy the room already and when A. Walked up to it and put her key in the door it wouldn't turn cause it was locked from inside. She tried hard turning it and knocked. Then she took it out disappointed and walked away. same teacher next year wore tight white shirt pants and shirt. I saw her outside that same room hands on her back and legs tight. Someone was talking to her and you could tell she was anxious waiting for the toilet to be unoccupied. What got me was as soon as the door opened A ran straight in and shut the door. next year after that, still A, same toilet lol and she walks very fast down the hall. Breathing heavy too. She reached the bathroom and saw it was occupied. She leaned against the wall, hands in pockets jiggling her thumbs. Bouncing a bit too. I had had a math teacher too who was tall, blonde and loved wearing skirts with black nylons. She walked up to th girls room (she never used the one toilet teachers room) and upon grabbing the handle of the bathroom said "oh thanks god" really loud. Any my stories from anyone?
  21. I love holding my pee. One day my bf told me to hold it for him so yeah, I agreed. He made me drink 2 pints of coke and 2 coffees. Every 30 mins he would challenge me. The first one was tying me up and tickling my bladder. 1 hour in I started to get desperate so I told him, "babe, I need to pee desperately!" He said, "haha time for fun!" He pushed me on the bed and tied me up so I couldn't move my legs or arms. He told me if I spurt or leak, theres a punishment. He started making me watch water and peeing videos. AND I LOST IT!!!! He wouldn't talk to me for 2 days so yeah bye.
  22. Hi everyone, I've been browsing Omorashi from quite sometime, didn't actually post anything until now. This is a request for a video which I've been looking for but couldn't find. I am finding a video where the Girl is absolutely desperate for a pee and when her stream starts, someone/herself stops her flow by pushing their finger in her pee hole. Would be really great if someone can find this kind of video. Thanks.
  23. Here are some male desperation sightings that I can recall from a few years ago when I was at school. Our school had quite a strict policy on toilets – they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked during break, lunchtime and after school had ended. Teachers would usually let people go during lessons but not always, so it was not uncommon to see desperate students rushing to the loos after lessons had ended. One guy I was mates with (I’ll call him Adam) would put off going for a piss all day if he could. However, sometimes he needed to piss so badly that he had no choice but to relieve himself, especially as he had a long bus journey to school in the morning, and would always drink a lot during the day including a cup of tea before leaving his house. During one morning break, someone was punching him as a joke and he said ‘Ohh don’t, I’ll piss myself’ and reached down, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his school uniform trousers. He held on for a couple more minutes, and just as he turned to head towards the boy’s toilets, the bell rang for the next lesson. He sighed and turned around, walking towards his class in the opposite direction. After that hour-long lesson had ended, I saw him walking quickly to the toilets gritting his teeth. He saw me as I walked past and said ‘Back in a sec, I’m dying for a piss’. He was very tense and red-faced, and looked as if he was close to soaking his pants. He met up with me a few minutes later, looking much more relaxed. Another lunchtime, towards the end of it, we were standing around chatting and I noticed that Adam couldn’t stand still for a second. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, bouncing on the spot, pulling his waistband away from his bladder, and his hand kept drifting towards his crotch, not quite holding himself but he was clearly dying to grab himself through his trousers. He looked absolutely bursting, and after a couple of minutes he obviously decided he couldn’t hang on any longer. He moaned out loud and said ‘I need a fucking piss!’, squeezing his cock for a second before turning around and walking very quickly towards the loos, bent over slightly as he walked. He must have been very desperate to go, as he’d been hanging on for well over 5 hours at that point and had been drinking a large bottle of fruit juice earlier in the day, not to mention his morning cup of tea. One afternoon, we had PE, the last lesson of the day. During the warm up exercises and stretches I noticed that Adam could hardly stand still, and seemed to be absolutely bursting to go. After the stretches, we were told to jog around the gym. I noticed Adam speaking to the PE teacher, who shook her head and told him to start jogging with everyone else. He did as he was told, but was jogging much slower than normal. I asked him why he was jogging so slowly and he said quietly ‘I really need a piss, I haven’t been all day and Miss won’t let me go’. For the rest of the lesson we played volleyball, and at one point somebody tripped over. I saw Adam point at them and laugh, then when he thought nobody was looking, he moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock hard through his PE shorts for a few seconds. He was fidgety for the whole lesson, constantly shifting from foot to foot, crossing his legs and I saw him hold himself a few more times through his shorts. After the lesson ended and we got changed back into school uniform, he had to go and catch the bus and didn’t get chance to go for a piss. He must have been absolutely dying by the time he got home. In another PE lesson, again the last lesson of the day, we were taking turns on the trampolines. Whenever Adam’s turn came, he passed it up and let the next person go instead. We were standing next to each other and I could see him shifting around, dancing from foot to foot and bending forwards with his hands resting on his crotch. He was obviously desperate to piss and hadn’t relieved himself all day, so bouncing up and down was the last thing he wanted to do! People soon realised that Adam kept missing his turn and started telling him to get on. The teacher overheard and told him that he had to take part in the lesson. Reluctantly, he climbed up on the trampoline, bounced a couple of times and did a ‘seat drop’, which involved bouncing on the trampoline in a sitting position, which must have been very difficult on a full bladder. He then climbed off despite only having been on a few seconds, moaning slightly under his breath as he stood back in his position next to me. He quickly reached down and gripped his cock through his shorts for a second, gritting his teeth. He realised I’d seen him squeezing himself and said ‘I’m actually gonna piss myself.’ He had to hang on for the rest of the lesson, but luckily for him he managed to avoid having to bounce on the trampoline again. I also remember seeing someone else desperate during another PE lesson on trampolines. As soon as his turn finished he walked quickly to our teacher, who was mid-conversation with another teacher. As he waited for her to finish her conversation, he was shifting from foot to foot and bending over, occasionally squeezing his cock through his tracksuit bottoms. Some of his mates had noticed this and were laughing at him, and the guy seemed very embarrassed and red faced. Eventually the teacher noticed him and he asked her if he could go to the toilet, struggling to stand still as he spoke. She initially said no, but he said ‘Please Miss I’m desperate!’, stepping from foot to foot and bending forwards. She realised he was genuinely desperate and said he could go, handing him the keys to unlock the toilets just down the corridor. He came back a bit later looking red faced but relieved. During one outdoors PE lesson, we were stood around waiting for the teacher, who had gone to get his keys to unlock the shed where all the equipment was kept. One of the lads I was stood with said ‘I might go for a pee behind the shed’ and gave his cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly. We laughed at him and told him he was bound to get caught, but he said ‘I don’t care, I’m desperate for one, I’ve been holding it in for ages’. He stood fidgeting for a while before deciding he’d have to go for one, but just as he started to walk towards the shed he saw the teacher coming back with the keys. He came back looking anxious, realising he’d just have to hold on until the end of the lesson. He spent the rest of the lesson looking increasingly desperate, wishing he’d gone for a pee while he had the chance. At the start of lunchtime, I was dropping my bag off in our form/homeroom classroom when two classmates walked in, I’ll call them Jack and Alex. Jack was fidgety and in a hurry, and was stepping from foot to foot quickly. ‘Come on I need a pee!’ he said as he put his back down, and Alex said ‘So do I but I don’t have time, I’ve got to go to a detention’. Alex stepped from foot to foot once and they both walked out. Later on that afternoon, I was sat next to Alex in a geography lesson. He was clearly still in need of a pee as he looked flustered and red-faced. He was bouncing a knee rapidly up and down and I could tell he was desperate. He somehow held it through the rest of the lesson and eventually must have got home and had a very relieving piss. I also saw Jack desperate once during a science lesson that was the last lesson of the day. Half way through the lesson he mentioned that he ‘needed a pee’. A few minutes later he stood up and his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he had to hold himself for a few seconds through his grey school uniform trousers. I laughed and he jokingly hit me. ‘It’s not funny, I need a pee!’ he said, looking anxiously at the teacher. Another guy in the class called Michael noticed this and told us that he needed to go as well, but our teacher wouldn’t let him. A little while later, Jack and Michael were both standing around waiting to get some equipment from a cupboard. Jack was shifting from foot to foot, bursting for a pee, and Michael asked him if he was desperate. Jack said he was ‘really desperate’, and Michael said ‘yeah me too’. As they waited, Michael made a frustrated ‘mmmmmgghhh’ sound and gritted his teeth, pushed his thighs together tightly while leaning to the side. Both of them were very fidgety all lesson, and towards the end Jack could barely sit still, constantly bouncing his legs under the table. When the bell finally rang, Jack stood up and gave his cock a quick squeeze before hurrying out of the room to the toilets, closely followed by Michael. After a long assembly just before lunchtime, we were stood around chatting when Jack came hurrying up to us looking very red-faced. 'I need a fucking pee but the toilets are locked!' he said laughing, bending forwards and holding himself before dancing from foot to foot. He stood around fidgeting for a couple of minutes before hurrying off back to the toilets to wait for a teacher to come and open them. During an afternoon IT lesson, a guy in the class (I’ll call him Sam) asked our teacher if he could go to the toilet. She refused, as Sam was known as a bit of a troublemaker and had been caught wandering round the school before when he should have been in lessons. He pleaded with her, saying he was desperate and really did need to go, and that he’d come straight back, but the teacher was having none of it. Sam looked really frustrated and ended up wandering round the classroom, complaining to anyone who would listen that he was ‘bursting for a piss’ but he wasn’t allowed to go. At one point he wandered towards the door, but the teacher got there first and told him to sit down. He shifted from foot to foot, asking her again to let him go for a pee as he was desperate, but she refused to let him leave. He ended up sitting back down, complaining to the girl sat next to him, who had been watching all of this with amusement, that he wasn’t going to do any work because he was ‘desperate for the toilet’. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Sam hurried towards the door before the teacher had dismissed us. She told him to go back to his seat, but he just said ‘Sorry Miss I can’t wait!’ before hurrying out of the room.
  24. female

    Last night I found myself walking through the campus of a well known British university. I am non-permanent staff at said university and I was on my way to check on a troublesome and time-critical experiment I was running. Because of the nature of the experiment, I found myself visiting my department at the ungodly hour of 1 am, which is not something I am used to doing despite it being fairly common practice for some of my colleagues. Although I was miffed at having to be out at this time, I found it a fairly nostalgic experience as the campus was full of life (with the return of students for the new term) and reminded me of my own student experience (at the same university) some years back. I walked up to my building which is at the top of the campus and away from the majority of the nightlife. As I was making my way up the steps to the reception I was startled to see a young lady sat at the top. When I approached, it was obvious she was sobbing. I asked her if she was OK and she responded that she’d had a bad night out and had fallen out with her friends. It was clear from her rambling speech (in which I learned her name was Rebecca), and the fact that she was sat outside on a very cold night in a tiny black minidress - alcohol makes you feel warm right? - that she was partly inebriated. I told her it was a cold night and said she should head home, offering to walk her back or call up a taxi. She said she just wanted to sit there and talk to someone. So we did. For ages. I gave her my jacket so she didn’t catch pneumonia. I learned she was a fresher and was struggling with her new courses and bitchy friends. A very long time into the conversation she had sobered up a bit, looked suddenly shocked and just said, “I really need a wee, I think I might have wet my knickers”, putting her hand to her mouth. It was like a kid who had forgotten to go to the bathroom because they were so distracted playing with toys! Assuming she already had, I asked if she had for sure. She pulled her dress back to check but she was still dry (I didn’t look, she told me!) At that moment I realised that I was alone with a desperate, pretty girl with no access to a toilet. Maybe because the pastoral care I had given her had over-riden my primal urges, despite all my fantasies of a situation like this, I was hit with the strangest desire to help the poor girl. I felt panicked for her. I told her she was in luck because I worked in this building and there was a bathroom right inside! As I went up to key in the code for the door I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t work. I tried 3 or 4 times before I wondered how many times you could enter it before being locked out completely. I felt sure I had the right code, but it didn’t matter because it just didn’t work. To be completely truthful, I was even sure if I was doing it correctly because I had never been in the building out of normal hours. I remembered security had sent me the code via email at the start of my position and quickly got my phone out. It was then that I realised the OWA application on my phone was missing because I had factory reset my phone a few weeks back. Rebecca was now stood up holding herself. I noticed she’d already started to have an accident as there was a wet patch on the back of her dress. I didn’t say anything about it but told her to hang on. I heard the splattering of pee on the steps but again I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to embarrass her. I could still help, before she completely soaked herself. I went into the Play store to download the app and it installed, thankfully, very quickly. But when I opened it, I realised I didn’t know the servers settings. Damn! I spent ages finding the university pages that have the login information. I was a little distracted by Rebecca who despite her predicament, kept laughing to herself. I finally managed to get the settings right and logged into my email The next task was to find the code. I realised I had thousands of emails but had no idea what the subject, sender or keywords should be for the search. I tried so many combinations but couldn’t find it. I told Rebecca that I was really sorry but couldn’t find the code to get in the building and that we should look for the other nearest toilet. As I said it though, I realised I had no idea where that would be exactly. She said “Don’t worry, I’ve already kinda wet myself”. She asked if I could keep a look out (for people presumably), pulled up her dress and crouched down in front of me. I know I should have looked away but I just couldn’t. I watched as she peed so forcefully through her white lace trimmed, red panties. The hissing was unreal and the force so strong that the pee rebounded from the concrete steps and splashed my shoes. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t believe what I’d seen. I was partly aroused and partly confused. I kept saying I was so sorry for not being able to open the door but she just laughed it off. I stared at her while she ‘dripped off’ but then suddenly thought about the code again. I went to my emails and sorted by date so it showed the oldest ones first. Sure enough within a few scrolls I’d found it. Not easy to have found by conventional searches as it was a 4 digit code sent with no accompanying message for ‘security’. I told her I’d found it and asked if she wanted to clean and warm up inside. She said yes. But when I looked at the code properly I was incredibly confused. It was the same as I’d entered before. Huh? I apologised again and said I couldn’t get in for some reason. She said never mind before taking her knickers off and throwing them into a bush. I insisted I walked her home and we had a good laugh about the situation, although the closer we got to her residence I realised the more embarrassed she became. When we got to her place I wished her good luck and casually said see you around. She thanked me for walking her back and talking to her and I headed off. I was nearly back at my car at this point but I walked all the way back to my building. But I wasn’t interested in accessing it. I went straight up to the bush and picked up the knickers. They were obviously soaking, but I put them in my pocket and took them home - a reward for actually trying to help. The next day I called security who told me that my out of hours privileges had been revoked simply because I hadn’t used it since I started my position. It had ‘timed out’. My experiment was ruined too, but guess what - it didn’t care :) For those who are interested this is the second wetting I’ve seen on this campus. The first was when I was a student myself when two incredibly drunk girls peed themselves deliberately in front of me - and were absolutely delighted with their actions. I have other second hand stories as well from my time here, but I guess that is normal when you mix students and alcohol! Have a great day.
  25. 12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. ---