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  2. Desperate TV presenter

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  3. I tried to do a long hold today. I totally wet my pants uncontrolled, twice. Once was outside in my yard Details in live action . Now its time to get out of these soaked pants and clean up the unexpected puddle on the floor. I should have know it would be that kind of day. This morning I came as close to wetting the bed as I ever have in my life. I have never done that since I was potty trained. Not even as a kid.

    But this morning I started leaking onto my leg a minute after I woke up. I sleep nude.

  4. Not specifically a desperation-related thing, but I find it kinda hot when women use the word 'piss'. Also just casually and openly talking about it, completely unashamed. It's, like...a bit crude in an oddly attractive way.
  5. female On the train home

    I enjoyed this story than you for sharing.
  6. "I have to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW!" Judith demanded. She was squished between Terry and I and neither of us could tell she had been scrunching her legs together for the last few hours in our parents' station wagon. Mom had bought our little sister a ginger ale in hopes it would calm her stomach on the windy road to the beach... but that had obviously backfired. "There's a pull out in about a mile. Can you hold it for a few more minutes, Jude?" asked Dad. She whimpered a little and scrunched herself up smaller than I thought possible for a seven year old. Terry and I were nine and despite being twins, neither of us had ever been as thin or sickly looking as Judith. "It's ok. You can make it," I told Judith. "I have to go really bad," she whispered, shaking hands gripping the crotch of her overall shorts. "Just think about something else," I chimed, "Like that song you like from Mary Poppins or what we're gonna do at the beach or..." "Waterfalls! Or streams! Or toilets! Or the sound of..." Terry made a terrible hissing sound with his tongue, akin to a stream of uncontrollable urine. "Stop! That's not funny, Terry!" I shouted. "Whatever, Carrie." He rolled his eyes. My twin brother was constantly poking fun at Judith, be it her need to go or her weak stomach or her squeamish, girly fear of insects. Judith squeezed her legs together. "Daddy... how much longer?" She meekly queried. "Not too much. Just a coupe of minutes. You can hold it." I stroked Judith's blonde hair and asked if she wanted to eat hot dogs or ham burgers tonight. She didn't reply; she was too focussed on holding. I watched her close her eyes and bite her bottom lip. "We're almost there, Jude. Almost there!" Dad reassured. All of a sudden, the car trembled and we went over a pot hole. Terry dropped the dinosaur book he was reading. I nearly jumped out of my seat. Judith fell silent until I heard her burst into tears. "Daddy!" She blubbered. Her dress and leggings were soaked with urine and it was still dribbling out through her shaking legs.
  7. When You've Got To Go... Anders sat at the breakfast table next to his sister, Emma, and brother, Casey. He was wearing his new electric blue snowsuit and was anxious to use it. "Casey, will you go outside with Anders while Emma and I get ready?" Mom asked, "I'm dropping her off at a friend's and then I'm going to work, so you need to be here with your brother the whole day." Casey rolled his eyes; he was ten years older than Anders, and at fifteen he had better things to do than babysit. He stared at his younger brother in resent. "Come on, let's go outside." Anders grabbed his matching electric blue jacket from the rack and headed out the door. Casey sat on the front step and sighed, his breath hanging in the air like fresh smoke. "Come on, Casey! Help me build a snow man!" Anders called. "Build it yourself, retard!" Casey grunted. "Come on! I need help!" "Build it yourself!" "COME ON, CASEY!" Anders whined, stomping his electric blue boots into the new snow. "Fine," Casey muttered. Out the door came Mom and Emma. "I'm locking the door, Casey," Mom called, "Have fun boys!" And to Anders she whispered, "Be a good boy," and kissed his forehead. Just as soon as the car had left the driveway, Anders said with a desperate look on his face, "I have to go pee-pee." Casey rolled his eyes and went for the door. "Mommy locked it, 'member?" Anders said. Casey whispered a swear and searched his jacket pockets. Then he swore again. "Hurry up, Casey! I have to go pee-pee!" Anders demanded. He was dancing about, trying to hang on inside the padded blue snowsuit. "Just hold on, okay?" Casey instructed as he searched for an open window. "Hurry!" Anders squealed. Casey pulled himself up the old oak tree and into his bedroom. He ran down to the front door and opened it frantically. Anders stood there at the stoop, hands between his legs. "I have to go really, really bad!" Tears were dribbling down his face. "Come on, run!" Casey instructed. "I can't! I have to go too badly!" Anders whined. Casey grabbed his brother's arm and rushed him to the toilet. He yanked off the blue snowsuit and tried to pull down his brother's jeans. "I can't get my pants down!" Anders cried. "Loosen yourself then," Casey told him. "I can't! I'm gonna pee all over!" Casey yanked his brother's pants down just in the nick of time. "Casey! My undies! I peed in my undies!" Anders whimpered. And sure enough, his white truck underwear were wet and stained. Casey sighed. "It's not your fault, it was an accident. Now go change and I'll make you some hot chocolate." When Anders came back down he was wearing his overalls and dragging his snowsuit. "These ones are my favourite," he said. Casey shrugged and poured his brother some hot chocolate. Anders finished it in three gulps. "More," he demanded. Casey poured another and Anders finished his second cup just as fast. "Now let's go sledding at the park!" "Fine," Casey replied, grabbing his wallet, smokes, and the key. "Do you have to pee?" "No, I just went!" Anders protested. "Okay then," Casey said and helped his brother back into the electric blue snowsuit. Then they went to the garage to get the sled. It was a one person sled made of a red plastic sheet. It had been Casey's until he outgrew it. "Are you ready?" Anders shook his head, blushing, "I have to go pee-pee again!" Casey grunted and opened the door. "Make it quick!" Anders ran down the hall to the bathroom, and then he frantically shouted, "Casey!" The older brother ran down to the bathroom where Anders was standing in front of the toilet, doing the pee-pee dance and trying to undo his overalls. "Can you help me?!" Casey sighed and undid his brother's overalls just in time. Casey thanked God it hadn't happened at the park. When Anders was ready, they left for the park. About half way there, Anders started walking funny. "Do you have to go pee?" asked Casey. Anders shook his head and kept walking. Every once in a while he would stop and pull on his crotch and turn around. Casey just rolled his eyes. He took out a smoke and lit up. "If you tell Mom or Dad about this, I'll tell them you peed your pants again." Anders nodded and squeezed his crotch again. Then they were at the park. "Go play over there on the hill. I'll wait here." Anders shuffled over to the hill where he set up his sled next to a little blonde girl on a pink plastic sled. "I'm Lauren, what's your name?" she asked. Anders wiggled and said, "I'm not telling!" "Why are you sitting like that, Inotelin?" Lauren asked, cocking her head to the side. "Cause..." Anders murmured, blushing. "You look like you're gonna pee your pants when you sit like that," Lauren informed him. Anders wiggled again, tugging harder at his crotch. "You're weird," Lauren said. "No I'm not! You're weird! You're weird and a stupid ugly-head!" Anders shouted in defense. Lauren stood up from her sled, letting it slide down the hill. She stomped her pink boots into the ground and shouted, "You're a meanie-butt!" pushing the unsuspecting Anders down the hill. He screamed and fell over, realizing he'd let loose. Anders started to cry. He threw down his sled and looked down at his blue suit, now stained with wet. It had leaked out and as he cried, more pee came, making a puddle on the ground underneath him. "Casey!" he screamed, "Casey I peed!"
  8. It was Garfield's first day of grade two and he was about to start a new school on the fancier side of town. Mummy had just married Dallas, who was a lawyer and had a lovely home for them to live in that looked out over the sea. Garfield liked it much better now that he didn't have to share a bed with Mummy. He had a whole room to himself and toys spread all over the floor. Garf had spent the whole summer exploring the yard and playing with all the new toys Dallas had generously bought for him. Dallas offered to sign his step-son up for t-ball and soccer, but Garf wasn't much for team sports. He was more of an imaginative, bookish loner. Dallas didn't fully understand Garf's shyness, but he accepted the boy without an argument. "Are you ready for your first day, Garfie?" Mummy called, cheerfully. Garf could tell that she had already broken into the champagne. He remembered a time when every day wasn't a celebration and she never touched things like champagne. "Yeah," he replied, shakily. He had butterflies in his tummy. What if the other kids didn't like him? What if nobody wanted to be friends? What if the school work was too hard and everyone was way smarter than him? He dawdled and gripped the banister tightly as he made his way to the bottom floor. "Come on, Garfie, we're gonna be late!" Garfield's tummy grumbled. He could feel the orange juice and fried eggs he'd had for breakfast angrily sloshing around in there, but he said nothing. He knew Mummy had work today and couldn't look after him at home if he felt sick. "There's my handsome boy! Are you excited for school, sweetheart?" Garf stared at his shoes shyly. "It's gonna be okay, sweetie. I know it's hard making new friends but I know you'll do great. And I know you're nervous, but just take it one step at a time. Focus on breathing. You're fine." Mummy gave Garf a big hug. "I love you, sweetheart." When they got into the car, Garf still wasn't feeling great. He closed his eyes and tried to think of happy times, like reading a story with Mummy or finding cool places to drive his trucks in the yard, but nothing worked. Garf tried breathing for a little while too, but the butterflies wouldn't cease. "Mummy..." "Yeah, sweetie?" "Mummy I don't feel very good..." "We're almost there, but we've got time to stop." Mummy pulled over the van to the side of the road. There were lots of kids with backpacks walking to school. Garfield opened the door of the van and let in some fresh air. His tummy felt a little better, but he still felt nauseous. Mummy came around and picked him up out of the seat. "Let's sit down for a little while. We've got time before we need to find your classroom." Garf sat on Mummy's knee and she stroked his hair for a little while. He snuggled in closer to Mummy. His tummy wasn't feeling much better, but maybe a cuddle would help if nothing else. Mummy felt his forehead, but he didn't have a fever; it was just nerves and carsickness. "Looks like you're not coming down with anything. I think you're just a bit carsick," Mummy said. "Does your tummy feel a little better?" Garf snuggled closer. "Come on, sweetheart. I don't want you to be late..." "Okay Mummy," Garf weakly mumbled. He got up from her lap and promptly threw up his breakfast onto the sidewalk. Thankfully he was far enough away from the kids walking to school that nobody saw. "Garfie! Are you okay?" She took a kleenex from her purse and wiped the excess vomit from his mouth. Tears of embarrassment were running down his face. Garf shook his head and went in for another hug. "I'm scared of school and I don't feel good!" "I know, I know," Mummy replied. "Sometimes we have to do things that are a bit scary and sometimes we get so scared that we feel a bit sick, bit it's all going to be okay. I promise. Today's a short day too. I'll be back for you before you even know it!" She buckled him in and they drove the rest of the way to school in silence. When they got to the school, Garf was feeling a lot better. He was ready to conquer the day and make new friends. He held Mummy's hand and they asked the office ladies where Mrs. Byron's grade 2 class was. They were both slow and old and their hair looked like noodles tied up in buns atop their wrinkly heads. Garfield definitely felt a little scared of them at first, but they were nice enough. Mummy guided him down the hallway and squeezed his hand. "Don't worry," she whispered. The hallway felt big and Garf felt very small in comparison with all of the other kids and teachers. He wondered if anyone had ever gotten lost in this school. He wondered if any kids had gotten so lost that nobody ever found them. That gave him shivers and with those shivers came the sudden, but strong urge to pee. He scrunched his legs together and walked a little slower. "You don't need to be nervous, honey. Nobody's going to be mean to you here," Mummy said. "I... I know," Garf stuttered. He was concentrating on holding, and also looking for a boy's room. He saw one for girls at the end of the hall, but no such luck. He wondered if he could hold it until he met his new teacher. "Here's your classroom, sweetheart. I've got to head to work. Just remember, be yourself today. I love you!" Mummy told him and gave him a hug. Garf hugged back and quickly readjusted his legs as the urge to go became stronger still. "I love you too, Mummy." Garf walked into the classroom and looked up at his very tall, red-headed teacher. "Hello there!" she knelt down next to him, "I'm Mrs. Byron... and you must be Garfield." Garf danced from foot to foot, trying to calm his bladder. "Mm-hmm." "You can put your bag in the cloakroom on the hook that has your name written above it... and then over there next to the blonde, curly-haired boy is your desk!" "Th-thanks," Garf whispered almost inaudibly. "It's okay to be a bit shy on your first day, Garfield. But the kids in this class are very kind and I know they'll want to meet you." Garf nodded and half-smiled. He was more worried about making it to the bathroom on time than making any new friends. He hung up his coat and backpack underneath his name and then squeezed his privates, trying his hardest not to let loose. When he came out of the cloak room, he went up to Mrs. Byron, trying to get the courage to ask for the bathroom, but immediately, the room fell silent and he was wiggling at the front of the class next to the teacher. "Class, this is our new student, Garfield. He's just transferred from Southgate and he probably would like some new friends to play with at recess. Garfield, what do you like to play?" Garf wiggled and danced from foot to foot. He was in full pee-pee dance. "I, um, I like to play... trucks. And I like, um, hide and seek, and, um, lots of games I guess," he mumbled. He kept wiggling and dancing. He didn't want to ask for the bathroom in front of the whole class. "You may take your seat, Garfield. We're going to do some quick math questions." Mrs. Byron handed out addition sheets starting with the row farthest from Garf's seat. He was really wiggling now. He could feel himself losing the battle. Both of his hands were in his crotch, holding on for as long as he could. He was getting so worried about peeing his pants that he considered just running down the hallway to the girl's room. When Mrs. Byron got to Garf's seat, she lay the paper on his desk and very quietly asked, "do you need to use the restroom?" Garf nodded sheepishly and Mrs. Byron gave him the pass. "It's down the hallway and past the office on the left side. And if you need to go, just ask before it's too late," Mrs. Byron smiled. Garf could barely get out of his seat. He held himself as he sauntered out of the classroom and down the hall past the office. He could feel his grip slipping a bit and a little bit of pee seeped into his undies. But that was okay. When he got to the bathroom, the stalls were all taken and there were only urinals. Garf had never used one before and he was scared. On the verge of peeing his pants, he decided to try it only to find that he was clenched too tight to pull them down. Garf kept dancing and holding, trying to find a way to pull his jeans down without peeing everywhere. He could feel the pressure building and building and he was running out of time. He let a little more pee out into his undies, this time by accident. He held his crotch tighter, but couldn't loosen his jeans at all. Garf had an idea. He undid his button and the fly of his jeans and reached to pull out his wiener, but there was no hole in his new undies... and it was too late. He started going and he couldn't stop the flow. His pee leaked through his new undies and into his jeans, all down the middle of his legs and into his socks. He just kept going. Garf was shocked. He didn't know what to do or where to go. He just sat on the bathroom floor crying in wet pants.
  9. Live Action Omorashi

    I tried to put these in the above post but perhaps because I was distracted by my imminent leak and peeing in my jeans it did not work. I am trying to upload files showing my jeans soaked front and back, but my pee feels like it is going to come out again ,.. As I typed that it started coming out again My white cotton briefs got wetter as did my hand again. Now I am sitting on a towel in jeans that can't absorb much more, but I need to pee again. My bladder actually feels full. I have not used the toilet since this morning and a will not start now. This is odd less than 24 hours since my first long hold in a long time. I seem to be spamming this thread. But I don't need to boost my post count. I think it is time let the rest out. There is a puddle on the floor anyway Relaxing and here it comes. For the first time in a while my bladder is empty. Although I am not peeing any more it is still dripping from the cuff of my pants adding to the puddle on the floor. I had hoped to make it to 11PM , not even close. Maybe it wasn't just a tired sphincter. I produced a lot of urine too. I went to clean up and was surprised that my puddle went way under the table halfway across the kitchen . I know i am procrastinating , but although urine soaked briefs are starting to irritate my skin, I love the way they cling to my junk.
  10. Camp White Lake

    "Ugh! Why the hell did they put him in my cabin?!" Twelve-year-old Matt Hooper groaned. He was sitting next to Jeremy Preston, whom he had known from the last three summers at Camp White Lake. The boys were almost exactly the same age, with Jeremy being two months his senior. Jeremy rolled his eyes and crossed his caramel-toned arms. "Whatever, at least your brother isn't doing smack," he hissed. "What's smack?" Matt innocently asked. Jeremy sighed deeply. "Never mind. My point is, Mikey isn't that bad. I mean, he's old enough to know when not to be a shithead." Matt wasn't so sure. Mikey had just turned nine a week ago and he still wet the bed. He wasn't the worst, as far as little brothers go, but Matt worried that Mikey would want the top bunk and end up peeing all over the unsuspecting kid in the bunk below him. Matt also wasn't looking forward to sticking up for the kid all week long - he wanted to make friends and do his own thing. And there were definitely a lot of things going through his mind lately that only Jeremy seemed to understand. He brushed the auburn hair out of his eyes that was poking out the front of his back-turned baseball cap. "Hope you brought sun screen, you pale freak," Jeremy jabbed. Matt smiled; Jeremy had a thrillingly cruel way of speaking to his good friends and Matt knew he was on Jeremy's good side when he poked fun at Matt's ginger hair, or his too-skinny frame, or the inhaler that asthma dictated he needed. Matt also knew how to cut Jeremy down where it hurt, but he was too afraid to bring up Jeremy's family and the fact that they lived from welfare check to welfare check. The only reason Jeremy was able to come to camp was because the pastor at his church paid for him to go. "Whoa, you're almost at the boss, Jason!" eleven-year-old Chris Chant exclaimed, kicking the seat in front of him. He shoveled another mouth full of gummy bears into his face. "Datsh amashing," he said, decapitating the bears with his teeth while speaking to his best friend. He was excited to finally be able to bring a friend to camp this year. Usually he just spent time shadowing his father's sermons and stealing candies from the tuck shop (to which his father had the key). Though Jason didn't much care for polite or idle conversation, he truly loved video games and that was the basis for the boys' unlikely friendship. Jason said nothing, as usual. He didn't even look at Chris to acknowledge him; he just kept staring intently at the Gameboy screen. "Wow, I've never even seen this level and I've been watching Video & Arcade every week since it came out and-" "I don't care," Jason replied. Chris kept stuffing bears in his mouth, "Datsh coo." "You shouldn't put that much food in your mouth," Jason said flatly, "You might choke and die." Chris swallowed hard. "Um, thanks, Jason." He put the gummy bears back in his bag for the remainder of the trip. Mikey felt a harsh kick in the back of his seat, but said nothing. He was scared that ratting on another kid would make Matt hate him more for coming on this trip. It wasn't his fault though. Mom and Dad had made him come! They told him it would help him adjust better to new social situations and prepare him for middle school in the next year or so. He unwrapped the bologna sandwich Mom had packed for him, ripped off the crusts, and shoved the excess in his pockets. The sandwich was soggy and kind of disgusting. Bologna was Matt's favourite and every week Mom would alternate between the boys' favourite sandwiches for lunch. Mikey choked it down for fear that the cafeteria would serve only things he hated all week. He worried that Matt liked camp because of the food. He worried that he would wet the bed in front of the whole cabin. He worried they would see the stash of GoodNites that were rolled up in his sleeping bag. He took a long sip of his water and sat back, uncomfortably. "Did that kid just kick your seat?" the teenage boy next to him asked, taking out his headphones. He was wearing aviators and a black Smashing Pumpkins "Zero" shirt. Mikey shrunk back into his seat. "Hey man, don't be so freaked out," the teenager smiled, "Did he kick your seat?" Mikey nodded. The teenager stood up and looked back at the two boys sitting in the seats behind them. "Yo, Chris, if you don't stop kicking my friend's seat, I'm going to tell your dad you've been stealing from the tuck shop. Keep your feet to yourself!" The chubby kid with mouth full of gummy worms nodded fearfully, "Yesh shir." The teenager grinned, showing his canines. "What's your name anyway?" "Mikey," he whispered. "You must be Matt's brother! I'm Dave, the leader for Cabin 1. I hear you get to hang with the older kids in Cabin 6; that's awesome!" Dave went in for a high five and Mikey shyly reciprocated. "My brother likes Smashing Pumpkins too." "Oh! Yeah, they're rad. Probably my favourite, maybe second to The Pixies." "Pixies?" "Here, man. My buddy Peter made me this sweet mix tape. I think you'll probably meet him - he must be leading Cabin 6 this week... anyway, have a listen." Dave handed Mikey his headphones and his walkman. Eleven-and-a-half-year-old Nick Lacrosse sat at the very back of the bus, by himself. His mother had packed far too much survival gear for one week's worth of camping and it took up the majority of the seat beside him. Nick's mother, Ellen, had been overprotective of him since his father had passed away and though it cramped his style and kept him inside a lot of the time, he understood. This was the first summer that Nick had been trusted to be on his own, and at nearly twelve, Nick felt he was ready. After all, he was due to start middle school in a month and he felt this was part of his journey into adulthood. Nick stared out the window of the bus. His mother told him it was only about an hour to White Lake, but after only a short while, he was getting antsy. Having nobody to talk to didn't help. He thought about reading his book for a little while, but worried he might make himself carsick and feared the embarrassment of throwing up in front of strangers. He took a long drink from one of the many water bottles his mother had packed and stared out the window at the cars racing down the highway in the opposite direction. He wondered where they were in such a rush to get to. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt the indisputable urge to go. Nick looked around to see if there was a bathroom on the school bus. No such luck - he knew that. "Jeez Nick. Get a grip," he thought to himself and slowly changed position. It was only an hour to White Lake. How much longer could it possibly be? He would be fine. Nick kept looking out the window and then looking back at the empty bottle of water. "Why did I drink all that water?" he kept asking himself, drawing no conclusions. He checked his watch, then looked back at the traffic, then back at his watch. "Why does time go so slow when I need to..." he jiggled his legs, crossing and uncrossing. His bladder didn't seem to like either. He looked around again to see if there were any authority figures on the bus. Maybe he could ask them to stop at a gas station... He stood up, one leg crossed over the other, dancing from foot to foot, and looked around. An older leader sitting in front of him turned around. "I need you to sit down when we're moving. We don't want to have any unfortunate accidents," the older, moustached man said. "B-but-" Nick stammered. "No buts. Sit your butt back down and I don't want to hear any arguments." "But I have to-" "We're going to be there in ten minutes, whatever you have to do can wait until then." Nick gave up. The urge to go was getting stronger. He winced and scrunched himself up, but that didn't help either. He tried crossing his legs or sitting on one leg, but neither made him feel any better. His heart was pounding and his stomach felt like it was being pushed outward from his growing bladder. He stuck his big backpack over his crotch and, for fear nothing else would work, unzipped his jeans and held onto his private under the cover of his overstuffed luggage. Nick had never been in such a dire situation before. His legs kept jiggling and he held his breath while his grip tightened. He closed his eyes. "Please don't let me pee," he thought to himself. All of a sudden, the urge let up and Nick felt really strange. He felt as if he still needed to go to the bathroom, but he wasn't able to. The grip around his penis felt different as well - it was harder. Nick was worried, but at the same time relieved. He pulled his underwear over his hard penis and zipped his jeans over it. In a weird way it felt good, but he wasn't sure why. He closed his eyes and his hand was wedged between his tight legs. "Please, please, please don't let me pee," he prayed. It was then that the bus stopped. Nick grabbed all of his things and tried to put on his backpack so he could be the first one off the bus. He had no such luck, and as the kid at the back of the bus, he would have to wait. He stood up and waited impatiently, pee-pee dancing desperately. The funny feeling he felt in his penis hadn't gone away yet and it felt a lot better when he rubbed his crotch. He hopped from foot to foot and gripped his bursting penis in his hand. The second he was able to move off that bus, he wobbled as quick as he could down the aisle and out the door. He approached the moustached man and asked, "Please - where is the bathroom?" The moustached man pointed to a large, white-painted mess hall. "Over that way, you can't miss 'em." Nick tried to run but the pressure was too much. He wobbled along as fast as he could. He could feel himself losing control. He felt it seep out a bit, but kept holding on. He knew he could make it. He burst open the door of the bathroom and unzipped his pants. He was holding so tight he didn't think he could pull down his briefs without peeing his pants, so he stuck his hand down his underwear and held on. But it was strange and sticky... he pulled down his underwear to find a mucus-like substance all over the inside of his underwear. Nick was so shocked he almost lost control, but he regained focus and let loose into the urinal. He sighed deeply. Nick was so relieved that he had made it in time. When he was done, he wiped out his underwear with a paper towel and pulled them back on. They were cold and still sticky, but they would have to do. Nick washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror, making sure his wet underwear weren't visible. He noticed a small, damp, speck near the bottom of the crotch, but it was only the size of a dime. Nobody would notice. "Looks like this is our cabin," Chris excitedly blabbered, throwing his bags down on one of the bottom bunks. "Okay," Jason responded. He was still staring at his Gameboy. "Do you want the top one? Or the one next to me?" Jason shrugged and didn't look up from his game. "You should take the one next to mine. That way we can play F1 together! I brought the link cables..." "Okay." "Whoa, is that Metroid II?!" "Yes." "I heard on Video & Arcade that Samus is a girl! Isn't that weird?" "Yes." "Hey, Jason, let's go for a walk. I want to show you something!" "Okay." Jason put down his backpack and his over-sized military jacket, both of which were full of Gameboy games and strategy guides. He had insisted on bringing his whole collection to camp for fear he would get bored. His parents, while worried about his social coping abilities, were convinced that camp would be good for him. After all, Chris was a good friend to him and a shoulder to lean on when he needed it. Chris had yet to witness any of Jason's outbursts, as he was usually distracted by video games when they hung out together. The boys walked for a while until they got to the trash cans behind the mess hall. "I've waited for soooo long to show this to someone! It's so cool," Chris blurted, almost too loudly. He took a sticky key out of his shorts pocket and opened up a secret door that led to a dark room. "C'mon in!" "No," Jason said, finally looking up from his game. "C'mon!" Chris pleaded. "No!" Jason said firmly. Chris grabbed his best friend's arm and yanked him toward the dark room, "Seriously! It's so cool!" "No no no no no no no no no no!" Jason shouted, flopping away and dropping his Gameboy onto the ground. He stopped shouting. Chris gasped as he saw Jason's favourite toy fall to the ground, screen down on top of a rock. Jason screamed and dropped to his knees. He shakily picked up the Gameboy to find its screen not broken, but bent. He held it in his arms and started crying. "J-Jason, it's going to be okay..." Chris stepped backwards towards the open door and shut it without locking it, for fear of others seeing what they were doing. Jason kept crying loudly. Chris had never seen him in such a state before. "It's just a Gameboy, Jason. You can have mine..." Jason wasn't listening. He was starting to hyperventilate. Mikey peeked around the side of the garbage can. "Hey," he said, "What's wrong with that kid?" "There's nothing wrong! He just dropped his Gameboy!" Chris stuttered, trying to cover for his friend's social awkwardness. "How long have you been standing there?" Chris asked, fearful that the younger boy had seen him use the secret tuck shop key. "Um, not that long?" Mikey had never seen an eleven-year-old cry before. It scared him a little. "Should we get one of the leaders?" Chris sighed. "I guess." Jason stopped wailing. He turned the Gameboy on and off. Miraculously, it still worked and he continued playing Metroid II. "Whoa, it still plays?" "Still works," Jason replied. "I don't think you're supposed to have video games..." Mikey mumbled. "Nah, that's for sure not a rule," Chris boasted. "I don't think you're supposed to be sneaking around back here either..." "Who said we were sneaking?" Chris pressed. "Well, I saw you open that door..." Mikey started. "You saw nothing." Chris handed Mikey a pile of gummy worms. Mikey nodded, accepting the worms as a bribe. Jeremy and Matt were sitting down by the dock in their swim trunks. "Did you notice how hot Katie Lee got is this summer?" Jeremy asked. "What?" Matt hadn't noticed anyone being 'hot'. "Her hair is really soft and you can kinda see her boobs in that bathing suit, and she smells like coconut shampoo." "That's gay," Matt huffed. Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "If you don't think Katie is hot, then you're the gay one." Matt said nothing. He was pretty sure he wasn't gay. But he didn't find any girls hot either. He just felt like a kid and suddenly Jeremy was tall and tanned and ready to have a girlfriend. "Aw man..." Jeremy covered his crotch. "Can we go in the water? I... I have a..." Matt looked down, "A wha- oh." Jeremy slipped into the water in an attempt to hide his erection. "Katie made me..." "Yeah, um, me too..." Matt lied. He didn't even know what that felt like. "Matt, have you ever, like, just layed in bed all day and just... jerked it?" "Um..." "Dude, it's what I've been doing all summer. All I think about is Katie and her older sister, Jessie." Matt said nothing. He slunk deeper into the water, wishing he would grow up like everyone else. Seventeen-year-old Peter Dixon had just arrived at Camp White Lake. He threw his things down on the leader bed, next to the door of Cabin 6. He had just returned from a Christian retreat with is whole family upstate and he was starting to wonder if becoming a youth pastor was really his calling. Hearing all the hatred for homosexuals in the church made him uncomfortable. He had met a few gay people in his travels and they were all wonderful children of God. And why wouldn't God love all his children? Peter wondered what Dave thought of the whole scenario. Dave's parents were fairly devout and Dave was for sure gay... wasn't he? Peter sighed and stretched his arms out. He had at least a year to figure out whether he wanted to go to the Christian university his father taught at. Dave knocked on the window of Peter's cabin. "Hey dude!" Dave took off his headphones and wore them around his neck, "how was that retreat thing?!" Peter shrugged sheepishly. "It was fine I guess." "Still thinking of applying to Trinity?" "Um..." Dave smiled. "It's cool, man. I'm probably not even going to university next year. These dudes I know are heading to Amsterdam next summer and I think I might tag along, check out the hostel scene in Europe... you know, do that whole backpacking deal and listen to sweet tunes all along the way! You should come!" "Really?" Peter exclaimed, probably too excitedly. "Yeah, really." Dave took off his sunglasses and sat down. "Man, I can't believe I got stuck with Cabin 1 this week." "I don't think any girls signed up to be leaders this year. Usually they take the little ones and leave the weird hormonal ones to us." "Ugh, yeah. The freaks are way easier to deal with though. You just shame 'em into doing what you want. The little ones don't have any shame. They just piss the bed and you have to clean up their unfortunate messes." Dave moved closer. "Haha, gross," Peter mumbled. He adjusted his shirt to hide the fact that Dave was getting him hard. He looked down uncomfortably. "You know it, man." Dave slapped Peter on the back and got up to leave, "See you tonight at the mess hall!" "Hey, that's no fair!" Mikey shouted at his brother, "I wanted the top bunk!" "Tough," Matt replied sternly. "Jeremy and Nick already got the other top bunks." "But Matt!" "Dude, no!" "That's so not fair!" Matt slid off the top bunk and came to sit next to his little brother. "Dude, it's totally fair," he whispered, "Cause if you pee the bed, then it won't drip on anyone. That's fucking gross." Mikey went silent and stared at the ground in shame. "Maybe when you stop wetting the bed like a little baby, you can sleep wherever you want," Matt whispered, even quieter. Mikey wanted to cry, but just kept sitting there. Chris sat up from the comic book he was reading. "Hey Mikey, it's cool. Bottom bunks are totally fine. How about I help you roll out your sleeping bag?" "No-" Mikey warned. But it was too late. Chris had already unraveled Mikey's sleeping bag with his GoodNites wrapped secretly inside. "Whoa, are those...?" Chris started. Mikey quickly scrunched up the sleeping bag so nobody could see. "No. They're nothing." Chris said nothing more. He had never been a bed wetter himself, but he felt sympathy for Matt's little brother. Being nine and still wetting the bed sounded like a nightmare of embarrassment. "Alright, boys," Peter said, "It's time to head down to the mess hall. Dinner's at six, so we'd best get down there before we're picked for dish duty." "Peter... can I go to the bathroom first and meet you guys there?" Mikey shyly asked, trying to hold back tears of embarrassment. "Sure Mikey. Just be quick." Peter and the rest of Cabin 6 headed to the mess hall and Mikey undid his sleeping bag again. He stared at the diapers his mom had packed. There was one for each night. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was nine years old for God's sake. He didn't need these. He angrily wiped the tears from his face and grabbed all the diapers in his arms. There were garbage cans just next to the bathrooms that were situated next to Cabin 6. Mikey pushed all seven diapers as far down as they would go in the trash. "I'm not a bedwetter anymore," he thought to himself. If he believed it, it would become truth. Mikey wiped the tears off his face and splashed himself with cold water a few times before heading to the mess hall. Mikey quietly sat down at Cabin 6's table next to his older brother and Nick. "Dude, where were you?" whispered Matt. "Um, I just had to go to the bathroom," Mikey lied. "You do realize that if our whole cabin isn't here on time, we have to do dishes at the end of dinner, right?" Mikey looked down at the table in shame. "Mikey! Glad you could make it!" Peter chimed. "Looks like we're doing dishes tonight, man." Mikey let out a sad, distressed sigh. "It's all good, dude. Just means we get our turn out of the way first." Peter had a commanding power of positivity in his words, like Mikey had heard many times in pastors and preachers at various churches he had been to. The camp director called up the cabins by number and, slowly but surely, Cabin 6 was called. Jeremy and Matt led the way with Mikey trailing behind them. "You excited for the rice pudding and bologna sandwiches they serve here, Mikey?" Matt taunted. Mikey made a vomiting motion. "Eww!" "Yeah, but instead of raisins in the rice pudding, they're ants. You need protein, man," Jeremy chimed. Mikey's stomach lurched. The hunger he felt was suddenly nonexistent. He watched his brother and Jeremy fill their dinner plates with chicken strips, and macaroni. Mikey took a spoonful of mash and a full cup of watered down iced tea back to the table. "Not hungry, Mikey?" Peter asked. Mikey shook his head, no. He took a meager bite of his mash and gulped down the iced tea. Mikey watched as Jason first lined up exactly five of each vegetable and five chicken strips and ate them meticulously. The other boys hungrily gnawed at the overcooked chicken strips and macaroni with sparing portions of cooked carrots, peas, and mashed potatoes. His stomach gurgled but thinking about ants in rice pudding put him off eating for the rest of their meal. Matt watched his brother struggling and felt bad. He didn't really want his kid brother to starve. He pocketed a couple of chicken nuggets for later when Mikey would start whining about being hungry. After slaving away over the dish pit, Cabin 6 was heading back to their bunks for a bit before Vespers. "Peter, my dad asked if I could help him with the ceremony tonight..." Chris lied. "Well, nobody told me that the reverend needed you to help out, but it sounds legit. Take a flashlight with you," Peter warned. Chris grabbed his hoodie and large yellow flashlight and gave Peter the thumbs up. "Bye Jason!" "Okay." Jason didn't even look up from his Gameboy. He was trying to beat Queen Metroid and trying to fight off the urge to go to the bathroom. Chris waddled out the door and turned on the flashlight. It was time to raid the tuck shop before Vespers! "Alright boys, we have about ten minutes before we have to head up to the lookout for Vespers and then campfire. If any of you need to use the restroom, now's your chance." Mikey quickly got up and headed to the facilities, followed by his brother, Jeremy, and Nick. "Jason, you don't need to go?" Peter queried. "Gotta beat the Queen." "Hey man, you should take advantage while you can. The fire pit and the lookout are pretty far from the bathrooms... I just don't want you to have an accident." "In a minute. Gotta beat the Queen." Jason wiggled around in his bed. Jason hummed in desperation. His stomach gurgled and he could feel himself starting a bowel movement as he delivered the final blow to Queen Metroid. Jason slid off the bed slowly, put the Gameboy on his pillow, and very carefully headed for the bathroom. He felt naked without his games, but Peter had offered him an extra pack of liquorice from the tuck shop for going without the Gameboy during Vespers and Campfire. Meanwhile, Chris was heading up past the tuck shop's secret door towards the lookout. He had broken into the secret entrance and was stuffing his pockets full of contraband candy. His stomach was already full after having three helpings at dinner, but there was always room for more gummy worms, chocolate bars, sour keys, and whatever other delicious candies lay beyond the door. Chris knew not to take more than six at a time - someone would notice if there was nothing left and he only had six pockets after all. He quickly gobbled two chocolate covered marshmallow bars and licked the melted excess off his mouth. They were so delicious. Chris wished he could just eat candy all day long. He looked down at his light-up watch. It was nearly time for Vespers. Chris quickly locked up his secret stash and quickly waddled towards the lookout. Chris was starting to regret having thirds at dinner. His stomach hurt more than usual after a big meal. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to think about anything but throwing up. He breathed in deeply and continued on his way, trying to convince himself it would be okay. When Chris got to Vespers, his father, Reverend John Chant, was already standing there next to the makeshift giant driftwood cross overlooking the inlet. "You're late, Christian." "Sorry Dad," Chris gasped. "Son, I've told you this before, you need to take it easy at dinner. I watched you get thirds... I know you're a growing boy but enough is enough. This is gluttony, Christian." Chris stared at his feet, sheepishly. The shame had made his nausea cease and Chris didn't want to talk about food with his father at all. John handed his son a sheet of the sermon and the songs Chris would lead. "Son, I don't mean to be hard on you. If you would rather hang out with your friends than help with Vespers, I understand." "It's fine, Dad. I don't mind," Chris mumbled. He really didn't mind. He just didn't enjoy when his father guilted him about his supposed gluttony. He wasn't that bad, was he? After Vespers, the boys were tramping through the forest towards the nearby fire pit for their nightly camp fire. Chris's stomach was starting to feel even queasier as he waddled behind the rest of his cabin. He wanted to ask Peter if he could go back to the cabin and lay down but Peter seemed preoccupied talking to Cabin 1's leader, Dave. He closed his eyes and held his swollen stomach. Jason walked quickly in front of him, not even noticing Chris's discomfort. Chris needed to stop. He was sure he was going to throw up; he crouched down and lowered his head. He shut his eyes; the nauseous feeling ceased completely. Chris got back up and took a deep breath, "whew." He waddled over to where his cabin was sitting. "Where were you?" Nick asked, "We thought a bear got you!" "Oh, um, I needed to take a whiz so..." "You peed in the forest?" Nick looked concerned. "Yeah, it's not a big deal." The look on Nick's face didn't change at all; he was definitely one of those kids who didn't get out much... thankfully he believed Chris's story. Peter went up to the fire and began leading the boys in a round of "Alice the Camel." When he finished teaching the new boys that one, Peter invited Chris to come up and help lead a round of "Head and Shoulders." Chris got up from his seat and went up next to Peter. He immediately felt sick again. He had to stop doing the actions for the song; the motions were not kind to his queasy tummy. Chris resorted to holding his gut and shutting his eyes. When Peter finally noticed his helper's predicament, it was too late. Chris leaned over and blew chunks all over the ground below. He took a deep breath and threw up again; this time, it was less chunky and more watery. "Eww!" the campers exclaimed in harmony. Peter grabbed Chris's arm and motioned to Dave to get all the campers organized and back to their cabins in an orderly fashion. He quickly walked with Chris to the bathrooms. "Are you still feeling sick, Chris?" Chris nodded, "I think I ate too much dinner." "We'll get you some water and clean you up. You'll be okay in the morning. I can grab you a bucket that we can put next to your bed in case you're sick during the night," Peter kindly suggested. "Thank you," Chris whispered. He was red with embarrassment. He hoped Jason would still want to be his friend. Chris was already asleep in his bed by the time the rest of Cabin 6 got back to their bunks. Dave dropped the boys off and said a quick "good night" to Peter before heading back to his cabin. Matt and Jeremy were quietly snickering about Chris's unfortunate puke incident. Mikey looked uncomfortable and shy, but Nick had slowly become friends with the youngest member of the cabin and was showing him how to make cat's cradle with some string he kept in his pocket. Jason was very excited to get back to his Gameboy and barely noticed his best friend was already basically unconscious. Mikey could barely concentrate on what Nick was showing him - he was regretting throwing away all of his GoodNites. What if he was still a bedwetter? Nick grabbed Mikey's hands and tried to show him how to fix the knots he had created, "Like this." "I'm tired. Maybe we can try tomorrow," Mikey whispered as he let go of the string. He went to his backpack and looked for his pajamas. Nick put the string in his pocket and found his pajamas. He removed his shirt and his pants... and discovered the sticky mess in his underwear had happened again. It wasn't as bad as earlier, but it was still unpleasant. He shyly hid his body and tossed the underwear in the bottom of his bag, quickly covering himself with his pajamas. Luckily, nobody noticed and Nick slunk beneath the covers of his sleeping bag. Mikey felt very little shame, as he had shared a room with Matt for most of his life. He took his time putting on his pajamas, wondering if he should try and go pee before bed or if he would be okay. He decided against, as his feet were cold and he was tired. Mikey slipped on his pajama pants and curled up on the bunk below his brother. Matt jumped down from his bunk. "Mikey, aren't you gonna brush your teeth?" Matt asked. "Um, no," Mikey replied. "Okay? What about... you know..." Mikey looked confused. "Aren't you gonna go pee?" Matt whispered, "Just in case?" "No!" Mikey hissed, "I don't have to go." Matt rolled his eyes. "Don't make me say I told ya so," he warned as he and Jeremy made their way to the bathroom for their final trip of the evening. "It's lights out in ten minutes, boys. If any of you need to use the facilities, brush your teeth, or have a quick shower, now's the time," Peter warned. Mikey pulled the sleeping bag over his head and shut his eyes. Camp was definitely tiring. When the rest of the boys came back and Peter shut off his flashlight, Mikey felt like maybe he should've gone to the bathroom after all. But it wasn't too bad. He could probably make it until morning. It was too late now. Mikey woke up to the excruciating and desperate urge to pee. He flung himself out of bed and walked as fast as he could to the bathroom, holding on with both hands. He was relieved to have made it all night, but at the same time he was afraid he wouldn't make it to the toilet in time. He held as tightly as he could and thankfully there was a hole in his pajama pants that he could pee out of, because he wasn't sure if he could get them off. The release was nice and... warm? Mikey's eyes jolted open as he felt himself soak his sleeping bag. He gasped heavily and sat up in the pitch black. He looked around to see if anyone was awake, but he couldn't see anything. He finished going and the sleeping bag was completely soaked. Mikey was shaking with fear. Where would he sleep?! Why had he gotten rid of his GoodNites?! Mikey lay back down and started to cry. The bunk bed started to shake. Mikey was scared that Peter would find him and yell at him and the camp would send him home. "Hey, Mikey," came a familiar whisper from the darkness. Mikey sniveled, "Matt?" "Are you okay?" Matt whispered. "Matt... I... I peed..." Matt said nothing and came and sat with his brother, "It's okay. Did Mom pack you another pair of pajamas?" "Yeah..." "Okay, let's go to the bathroom and you can change and shower... I'll see if Peter can get you another sleeping bag." "N-no... he'll be mad!" "It's fine. It happens," Matt reassured his little brother. He went over to Peter's stand alone bed and shook him awake. "Peter..." "Mmmm what?" Peter groggily shook himself awake. "My brother wet the bed," Matt told him, "Can we get him a new sleeping bag?" "We might have some blankets at the nurse's station. I don't have a key though... he'll have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry," Peter closed his eyes. "We're going to the bathroom to clean Mikey up," Matt said, "We'll be back soon." "Mm-hmm," Peter replied, slowly getting up from his bunk to deal with Mikey's accident. Matt took his brother's hand and his backpack and they headed to the bathroom. "Rinse yourself off in the shower and then put on your new PJs," Matt commanded. His little brother was still sobbing. "Matt! My tummy hurts!" "Are you gonna puke?" "N-no..." "Do you need to eat something? You had next to no dinner." Matt handed him the two chicken nuggets he had stashed earlier. "Seriously, dude, you need to eat. And next time it's nearing lights out, go to the friggin' bathroom." "Okay," he weakly replied. Mikey wiped the tears from his eyes and scarfed down the cold nuggets. He then removed his wet pajamas and had a quick shower. Nick woke to the sunrise... totally wet. A cold sweat trickled down his back. Had he wet himself the same as little Mikey? It couldn't be... he hadn't wet the bed for years! He pulled back his sleeping bag and looked down. His pajama pants were soaked and... sticky. It wasn't pee though. He groaned almost inaudibly and realized Jeremy was looking at him. "Hey," Jeremy whispered. "Hey...?" "Did you have one too?" "One what?" "You know, dude. A wet dream." "Um... no?" "Oh my god. You don't even know what a... ugh. Come with me to the bathroom," Jeremy grumbled. "Um..." "God! Just trust me for five seconds, you loser." Jeremy slid off the bunk and Nick followed suit. Nick followed his mentor into a shower stall and Jeremy turned on the water. "When did you first start getting them?" "Getting what?" "Fucking boners!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Oh, um, just this week." "Thank God I thought I was the only dude here. Has anyone shown you what to do? My mom's boyfriend showed me how to fix it." "No..." Jeremy pulled down his shorts to reveal his erect penis. He began to demonstrate for Nick how to jack off. Jeremy closed his eyes and came quickly. "I like to think about Katie Lee in a bathing suit. It helps sometimes." Nick was so nervous to try Jeremy's method. "So if you do that before you go to sleep, you won't... wake up like this?" "Hopefully," Jeremy replied. "Mom's boyfriend says the best way is to put your dick inside a girl..." Nick shook his head. The thought of that horrified him. Chris wasn't awake yet, but Jason had decided to get up early and practice playing through F1 again. He knew he would beat Chris, as he always did, but Jason didn't want to get rusty at games. As he drove around the loop, he felt the urge to pee growing. Jason grabbed his crotch desperately, but couldn't face losing this round. He fell behind a few cars and wiggled around in his sleeping bag. Peter looked over at Jason playing his game. "Hey man, you're taking that race pretty seriously." "Gotta win," Jason gritted his teeth. He took one hand off the Gameboy to adjust his crotch, falling behind even more. Jason was losing both battles, but the race was nearly over. "Hey Jason, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Peter queried. "In a minute," Jason grunted, "Gotta win." "Dude, you look like you really have to go. You sure you don't wanna just hit pause? We've got a while before breakfast." "No!" Jason shouted, kicking off the covers of his sleeping bag, revealing his wriggling, desperate frame. Tears were running down his rosy cheeks. Jason felt himself losing control and shoved a hand down his pajama pants. He hit the accelerate button with his nose; he couldn't see the screen but knew the course off by heart. "Ughh," he grunted. He had made it to the end of the race... albeit in last place. He set down the Gameboy and got up to go to the bathroom, dancing vigorously with both hands holding his privates. Jason headed to the bathrooms and when he got there, the other boys had taken all of the stalls. The urinals were free, but Jason couldn't go in front of other boys. The pee-pee dance was no longer helping him hold it in. He knocked on the door of one of the stalls, "I have to go to the bathroom!" he shouted. "Hold your horses!" another boy shouted back. "No! I have to go right now!" Jason awkwardly screamed, "I'm gonna pee my pants!" He shut his eyes and scrunched his legs together. "Hurry up!" His heart was pounding. He tried to scrunch himself smaller and smaller but the ache between his legs was growing. A stream of urine shot down his leg. Then another. And another. Jason let loose just as Nick emerged from the toilet stall. Jason screamed and began to cry. Jeremy came out from the one next to him. "Whoa, what the fuck? That weird kid pissed himself, but there's urinals right there." Nick said nothing and walked back to Cabin 6 with Jeremy in tow. Back at the cabin, Peter was laying down and reading his favourite passages in Leviticus when Nick came running in. "Peter! Jason peed his pants!" Peter sighed deeply. "Great. I'll take care of it. Matt and Jeremy, can you two lead the rest of the cabin down to the lake for the swim test? Let the director know I'll be down after I take Jason to the nurse's station." Jeremy rolled his eyes and Matt shyly pulled a T-Shirt over his boyish body. He didn't want to go swimming with Jeremy and Nick. He felt like a little kid. Peter headed to the bathrooms where Jason was laying on the floor in a puddle of his own urine, screaming. "Hey man. Let's go get you cleaned up. I brought some clothes for you for after your shower. Accidents happen." Jason got up slowly, no longer screaming but tears were streaming down. Peter handed him a towel to wrap around his waist and they walked up to the nurse's station where there was laundry and a more private shower. When they got there, Dave was filling in for the nurse, who was taking care of all of Cabin 1, who had somehow all gotten food poisoning from the peanut-free snacks one of them had brought. "Sup, Peter?" Dave smiled, showing all his teeth. His sunglasses were still on and he managed to look cool even in an unpleasant place like the medical supply cabin. "Hey Dave. Jason just needs to use the shower... we'll wash his clothes and then we're heading down to the lake." Dave nodded, "Cool man. Yeah, accidents happen. Usually just to Cabin 1, but... whatever." "Shower's just around the corner, Jason," Peter gestured, "Just give yourself a quick rinse and put on your new clothes. We'll take care of the laundry." Jason said nothing. He was quick to clean himself and quick to leave for the lake. Dave raised an eyebrow. "How is it that your preteen cabin has more issues than the six-year-olds?" Peter snickered. "I have no idea." "And how is it that you and I are on opposite ends of the camp ground but we keep running into each other?" Peter blushed, "I guess we're just meant to be..." Dave grasped Peter's hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Peter closed his eyes and reciprocated with his lips, bringing his body closer. Their torsos and groins rubbed together awkwardly. "I want you..." Dave whispered, his hand slowly caressing Peter's erect penis, just as Reverent Chant pushed open the door.
  11. Today
  12. Live Action Omorashi

    As soon as I got off the computer after my last post, I stood up , and began fixing dinner. As I said I had to pee for about an hour and was about a five. But again , standing made me extremely desperate. I had to unbutton my jeans and hold myself constantly The intensity of the sudden pressure at my pee hole decreased somewhat when I sat down, but did not go away. Frequent squeezes of my penis kept me dry. Then at 7:45 the my pee is going to come out sensation became overwhelming. It had been just over 5 hours since I last peed- in my pants too.I quickly plunged my hand into my jeans and briefs, but to no avail. In males squeezing the penis helps psychologically , but once urine actually enters the urethra nothing can stop it and trying to clamp the pee home shut is very painful .Thus I would squeeze and let go. Each time I relaxed my hand a bit I peed hard on my hand. Usually when I am sitting down the spurts are fairly short, just relieving the immediate pressure But tonight I just kept peeing hard; I could not stop. I finally got myself under control but my blue jeans were wet in the front, my crotch and all the way back onto my butt. After what seemed like forever, I regained control, and was ok for another half hour. I decided to come out here to update my post. As soon as I stood up I knew I was in trouble Thankfully I held on for the short distance to the kitchen, but then my pee came gushing out. All attempts to stop it failed. This was the first time I remember totally loosing control. I tried to stop the flow, but pee raced down both legs hard, and dripped from my jeans crotch.. Even after I completely soaked my briefs and jeans all the way to the floor I kept going making a big puddle on the kitchen floor. I normally make the puddle by letting go in the tub Now my jeans are totally soaked front and back. I don't usually do that. I took pics of them. Sorry no progression shots or video, it happened too fast. Now I am sitting on a towel in jeans that can't absorb much more, but I need to pee again. My bladder actually feels full. I have not used the toilet since this morning and a will not start now. This is odd less than 24 hours since my first long hold in a long time.
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  14. Bladder bulge

    I'm the same but I also get a swollen belly if I eat a lot, so my friend never knew I had a bulge because I didn't want to use the bathroom ! I was just "the forever pregnant girl". What makes me desperate faster is green tea, I'm not a patient person and I can hold for an annoying long time (because I used to be pee shy) so I often use it.
  15. Falling for a Girl

    Based on a prompt from Tremblingstockings.tumblr.com In a small clump of trees in a rocky woodland area far from any city or town a tall skinny ginger-haired boy in an overly large cotton tee and an overly small pair of old blue jeans stood with his fly open cursing his manhood. He'd been standing there for the better part of ten minutes but the tree trunk he was aimed at was still bone try and his bladder was still bursting full. He wanted to go. He wanted it with every fiber of his being. But somehow he couldn't get his little faucet to turn on. The nervous young man had a hard enough time using a public restroom. Here there were no walls. He felt unprotected and he knew there was a chance his business could be heard or even seen. He tried to relax. He closed his eyes and took deep regular breaths and did what he could to forget where he was. He felt something coming. A little bit of liquid had made it past the barrier and was trickling through the channel. He heard a slight drizzle on the leaves below. Just then he heard a voice. Laughter. Girlish laughter. Manda's voice. His passage instantly clamped shut. He knew there was no hope of relieving himself now. With a sigh he zipped up and walked back to where his fellow campers were waiting. This was supposed to be a fun excursion. His first time camping without any grown-ups around to supervise his vacation. Because he and his friends were now grown-ups. At least they technically were even if they didn't feel like they were. Chett was no experienced outdoorsman and the wilderness always had some misery to dole out but this camping trip could still have been fun. It would have if it hadn't been for one factor: Girls. What was planned as a camping trip with his two best buds had changed into a trip with two guys and one of their girlfriends and somehow further morphed into a trip with two boys and three girls. When Chett was with the guys he was just hanging out but with girls around he was always on edge. It was like being at school or work. The girls weren't total strangers. Chett had become a little friendly with the girl named Manda. Had a couple private conversations with her. Gotten to know her somewhat. She was a robust brunette who looked great in flannel and khakis. Her face and hair always seemed flawless even though she was staying at a campsite with only the most basic amenities. She was bright and optimistic and receptive and had a certain warmth he'd never felt in a girl. Except maybe his mother. To sum it up simply Chett sort of liked Manda. Ironically that made him more nervous in her company than when she was just another girl. When she was around he could never relax. The hardest part to relax was the muscle that held his bladder shut. Just hearing a fleeting giggle from her had been enough to electrify his wires and shut off his plumbing. Chett emerged from the grove and rejoined the group. So much time had passed since he'd excused himself that he couldn't admit he hadn't done anything. He would have to make a different excuse if he wanted to break away from the pack again. That was the only way he'd be able to relieve his ever-growing bladder. There was an outhouse at the campsite but that was a long way to go and he wanted to catch back up with the group before too long. His best bet was to go off on his own and find a secluded spot without anyone following him. For the time being they were hiking a trail together. Bella was the first to break off from the group. She found an edible fungus and wanted to go hunting for more. Chett searched his brain for excuses but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't get him funny stares from his fellow campers. It wasn't easy to concentrate on a problem like that with a full bladder in tow. All he could think about was the large amount of liquid sloshing around inside there and his inexplicable difficulty getting it out. "Do you hear water?" Tommy asked. It threw Chett off for a moment because he was carrying a lot of water but didn't think anyone else knew. "A waterfall," Bella observed as she pointed out the distant stream. It gave Chett an idea. "It's beautiful!" he said in exaggerated wonder. "I'm going to go look at it up close." He now had an excuse to walk in almost the opposite direction from the group. It looked like there was some pretty dense vegetation near the waterfall where he could hide himself while he tried to go. The sound of the running water should ease things along and mask the sound of his stream. The plan failed however. The whole group wanted to look at the waterfall. Manda was so enamored with it she wanted to take pictures. She asked to use Chett's camera rather than the lousy one on her phone and her eagerly obliged. After a short while they resumed their hike. Each step made Chett's bladder sting. The next one who broke away was Sarah. She was feeling claustrophobic and wanted to get back out in the open field downhill. Her boyfriend Liam went with her. Chett suspected it was her excuse to steal some time with him. It gave him an idea for his own excuse. If they were going downhill maybe he could go uphill. He announced his intention at the next fork in the path. "I think I'll see how high up I can get. Take in the view. Take some pictures." Tommy, Bella, and Manda acknowledged him but continued along the path they'd planned. It was perfect. Chett's legs carried him quickly because his desperation gave him energy. After he'd gone a ways he had to leave the beaten path because it was going into an open area. He needed bushes or tall weeds or crowded trees but most of those were dangerously close to the trail his three comrades were walking. Finally he spotted the perfect place. There was a lush thicket that would hide him perfectly for his unmentionable task. It was nice and isolated sitting above some limestone bluffs. Chett believed he had all the energy and motivation he needed to do some rock climbing. After he had reached where the second story window would've been if the rock face was an apartment building he heard a cheerful girlish voice that made him freeze in place like a gargoyle on the side of a skyscraper. "Chett!" Manda called. "Do you want your camera?" He'd forgotten he didn't have a camera with him when it was essential to his excuse. After a moment of embarrassed scatterbrained mumbling he twisted around to face the girl while putting on an air of confident masculinity. "Thank you but I don't need it after all. I'd rather take in the sights with only my own eyes. It's more special that way." Manda bought that story and even remarked positively about his way of thinking. That solved one problem. The problem of getting up the bluff was exacerbated however. It was much harder to climb knowing a girl was watching. Not just any girl. The girl he kind of liked. Motions that had come naturally to him a moment earlier were now difficult and deliberate. In the next ten minutes he only ascended a few body lengths. "Wow," cooed Manda despite Chett's shortcomings. "You're quite a climber." The compliment made the boy weak in the knees. It was a bad time for that. He lost his footing and fell head over heels. The next thing Chett knew he was lying in Manda's arms. Her right arm was cradling his back and her left arm was holding him up at the knees. The tough young woman had caught him before he hit the ground and she hadn't even fallen over in the effort. Chett was humiliated. He'd carelessly embarked on a dangerous activity and almost gotten himself hurt through his own clumsiness. Stacked on top of that was the shame of failing at something manly and having to be rescued by a girl. The combination of burning embarrassment and heart-jolting fear made him breath rapidly and sweat heavily and blush profusely. But the fall had another effect on his body that humiliated him more than anything else about the disaster: He was having an accident in his pants. It didn't stay in his pants for long however. His tight blue jeans and bent legs made sure of that. The cotton and denim absorbed a little of the hot golden liquid but most of it flowed right out of the bulge in his jeans and onto the rocky soil below. It flowed and flowed. His uncooperative body had forced him to hold an outrageously large volume and it was all pouring forth freely now. It felt like an hour went by. Neither one of them said a word. The strange situation had frozen them in place. Manda held Chett in her arms and looked at him with an uncertain expression in her eyes while his eyes struggled to hold hack tears while his bladder held back nothing. Once the bladder had become empty and the ground had become a small lake Manda raised her right arm and lowered her left arm and set the boy safely on the ground. Chett tried to speak but stopped himself in an instant because he was afraid he'd sob. His eyes were welling with tears. Then Manda did something unexpected: She hugged him with all her might. In a comforting voice she said, "You poor boy. I never knew you had a cute side." Chett was astonished. A girl had called him cute. She'd said it in a context that was strange and almost insulting but she had said he was cute and the boy knew he had to capitalize on this moment. He felt speechless but knew he had to speak anyway so he managed something. "You remind me of my mother," he said. He scrambled for something better to say and came up with "You're so sweet." "Let's go," Manda said enthusiastically while holding his hand. "Now's a great time to go swimming in our clothes."
  16. The Little Selkie

    Mal looked in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the beach hundreds of feet below. He had been looking for birds, crabs, seashells, cloud formations, or whatever else would look good in a photograph. His attempts to throw a college art project together didn't go so well on the public beach. There were too many people in the way, and one girl in particular he wanted to avoid. Now he was atop a cliff not far away, his camera hanging from a strap on his shoulder, as he stood in a spellbound state and stared at the things that were coming out of the sea. First he had thought them to be a trick of the light. When they surfaced, it was clear they were things rather than reflections of things. As they crawled and loped onto shore he thought they were seals, but it soon became clear they weren't. A shiver came to Mal's body with the realization that they were something truly strange. He expected to recognize them immediately, as if it were only some optical illusion or hallucination that made them look like something out of the ordinary. But they only looked more eldritch as his eyes focused. They had dark glistening skin like newts or leeches, but their eyes had a strange sparkle. There were mere suggestions of limbs rather than actual legs or fins. Three were on the shore now, while another three puppet-like heads had surfaced. They were clumsy on land, but something about them looked artful and clever. It was all very strange. Mal had been willing to entertain the possibility that they were dinosaurs, or even dragons. But soon he stopped even trying to place them, and sought only to observe them. Finally he remembered his camera. His expensive digital camera with the great zoom function. He snatched it up, pointed it in the general direction of the secluded stretch of beach where the creatures were coming ashore. It was still on maximum zoom from the seagulls he had been photographing earlier, and, when he put his eye to the eyepiece, he was surprised to see a nude woman stretching out her arms. He lowered the camera, thinking he was somehow seeing a different part of the shore. It turned out he had pointed the camera in the right direction. There was a redheaded young woman stretching herself next to the six unidentified animals. Or was it seven? There was an indistinct lump that could have been a seventh animal. Having returned the camera to the default view, he looked through it again, and slowly zoomed in, snapping pictures all the time. The woman kept smiling and stretching, and glancing at the Protean creatures every now and then. The extra sharpness of the picture didn't help Mal to identify the figures. They were still semi-symmetrical globs pseudopods of some sort. Their skin was muted shades of blue and green, and seemed now to be made up of something like scales. Things that could have been mouths and nostrils, and things that were definitely gills, appeared before him. But it was the eyes that attracted his attention like magnets. They could have almost belonged to dogs. Or even, perhaps, humans. Mal's curiosity and anxiety turned to fear and disgust when the back of one of the beast split open. It was red underneath. The gash widened and widened until it ran the length of the spine...assuming it had a spine. Then the red mass inside started to rise out, like the globby redness that oozes from a cherry pie when the knife slides in. In no more than a minute, the entire skin had been pulled away from the muscle and bones, and what almost looked like a red copy of the animal was scrambling across the sand. But it didn't bleed. It seemed all right. The woman smiled as it freed itself from the skin, and many of its brethren were now splitting apart. Mal realized that the small seventh shape was a discarded skin. But where was the thing that had molted it? The red and pink seal-shaped monsters stretched and squeezed and kneaded themselves until they were shaped like people. Then they actually became people. Women with red hair and blue eyes. They stretched, then walked, and ran, and leaped, and danced about. They seemed to forget about their skins as they enjoyed the warm sand and the cool breeze and everything else around them. One of the skins, which had been kicked off in a hurry, was now draped across a large, pointed rock. Mal had a naughty idea. ------------------ "Hey, Malford, it's me, Rochelle!" a young woman in a powder blue bathing suit called out to her old classmate. She squinted her hazel eyes in the sun as she removed her sunglasses and brushed her wind-whipped brown hair out of her face, hoping to make herself more recognizable. The young man looked at her stoically for a second, then went back to gathering up his things, paying no attention to the girl. Rochelle wasn't dissuaded. They'd been friends last year in high school, and, despite a little awkwardness the day of their graduation ceremony, she assumed they were still friends. She tiptoed across the hot sand to meet him. "Whatcha got there?" she asked as she saw the odd thing he had draped over his arm. "It's nothing," Mal answered curtly. "Look, I don't have time to talk. I'm working against a deadline. I've got a complicated project for my photography course." "Ooh, can I see it when it's done?" "Sure. You still got the same e-mail address?" "Yeah. So what is that?" She reached out and touched the strange cloth Mal was holding. It felt at the same time like fine silk, the wing of a butterfly, and the belly of a garter snake. It was a beautiful blue, but only showed its color where the light hit it straight on. "Careful, it's rare." "But what is it?" "It's a long story." He folded it up carefully and put it in a duffel bag with the rest of his things. After a few more pleasantries and dodged questions, Mal was off, and Rochelle was wondering if she had offended him. But mostly she was wondering about the cloth he had carried. Something about it utterly fascinated her from the instant her brain had registered the sensation of her fingertips touching it. That fascination was growing every second. But she hadn't lost sight of the destination where she'd been heading before she sighted Mal. A bunker-like cement building painted tan housed the public restrooms. Rochelle had much time to think as she stood in line. She'd gotten the impression Mal had just found the cloth. So if she could just backtrack the way she'd seen him coming, maybe she could find where he had gotten it, and what it was. Her obsession grew, her patience diminished, and soon she abandoned the slowly-moving line in favor of her quest. A strange feeling came upon her while she was making her way along the winding cliffside. She didn't know what it was, but it frightened as well as excited her. As she was rounding a bend, she caught sight of a triangular rock that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. The rock had been enough to catch her attention, but she could see something behind it, just peeking out of the edge. The girl's blood pressure jumped. That something was covered with blood. When she came in full view of the thing she had glimpsed, she put her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't scream, or even gasp, but her eyes were wide and her tan skin was starting to turn white. In the sand lay a human corpse that had been skinned from head to toe. Every muscle was fully exposed for her to see. Tendons, ligaments, and even mammary glands could be spotted amongst the glistening red meat. The scavengers were keeping their distance. There was no pool of blood or stench of decay or any other sign of decomposition. It looked as clean as a freshly-butchered hog. This orderliness made the grisly sight even more unnerving to the faint-hearted young woman. But this horror was nothing compared to what came next. Just as Rochelle's rational mind was starting to kick in and she thought about whether she should go back and tell a lifeguard or call 911 right now, she saw the body move. Slowly, it sat up. Rochelle shrieked. When it was in an upright position, the stringy red eyelids on the skinless face opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes. Rochelle's screams were soon suppressed into squeaks and gasps as her breath left her. But she lost control of more than just her voice. Rochelle's bikini began to turn a darker shade of blue in a spot just behind where her thighs met. Her body wobbled as she tried to fight gravity and the loss of her strength and oxygen. The large navy blue spot reached forwards, backwards, and sideways, until it met the borders of the fabric and liquid began to run down her legs like streams of rainwater coursing over the lips of an overburdened gutter. The skinned fiend opened its mouth, revealing paradoxically white teeth, and spoke. "I have the same problem with this human body. Sometimes liquid leaks from between my legs." ------------------ When Rochelle sat up from the couch, she hoped it had all been a dream. It hadn't. There was a strange redhead in her apartment, wearing some of her spare clothes, staring at her with those creepy blue eyes. Rochelle hadn't really slept. It was late, but she wasn't counting on getting any sleep this night. She had just laid down to collect her wits, to get a grasp on this strange situation. But she had drifted into a sort of half-sleep, perhaps because her brain wanted to shut down and leave reality behind. "Your name is Rochelle Reincken, is it not?" the mysterious woman said. "I can't even remember if I introduced myself," Rochelle said. "What's your name, anyway?" "I can't seem to make the right sounds with this throat or these lips. But the name of my people is 'Selkie.' I heard your name when I was learning from you while you rested. I hope you don't mind. I was desperate to know things." "Learning from me?" asked Rochelle, squinting in confusion. "Listening to your thoughts. I thought I could learn enough to solve my problems. I heard very little in your mind, but I did pick out what I thought was your name." "Yeah, I'm Rochelle Reincken. Your problem is that you need your skin back, I understand that much...except you have skin now, so I guess I don't understand. God, this is all so crazy." "I have two more urgent problems, and I need to call upon your knowledge of the human body to determine how to solve them. The first problem is a pain I have here." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm not surprised. In the last couple hours you've eaten a dead pelican, two fast food meals, including the paper the burgers were wrapped in, then I let you into my fridge...I'm kind of regretting that...and you ate four hard boiled eggs and eight raw eggs, all with the shells on, a head of lettuce, a dozen carrots, and a bowl of leftover chili, then I chased you out of the fridge and you ate a dozen bananas without peeling them or taking off the stickers, and probably every other piece of fruit around here. I just got groceries last night, too. "I need energy for my magic. Maintaining this false skin requires much magical energy. Don't worry about the ill effects of the things you say aren't edible. Even in this human body, I possess enough intrinsic magic to protect myself from poisons." "But my point is that's why you have a tummyache. Your stomach is too full. Don't worry about it. It will feel better as you digest your food...which I paid for." "I'm sorry if you are displeased, but I need false skin and a large magical reserve if I'm going to inconspicuously locate my skin and steal it back. "No offense, but that's not gonna work. There's nothing inconspicuous about you. When I brought you home, you didn't know what a door was. You didn't even understand clothes. How do you think you're going to function in human society without attracting unwanted attention?" "I don't know. But right now I have a more urgent problem." "Right, you did say two problems, didn't you?" "I have a second pain lower in the body. Not a pain so much as a...I think 'tingling' is the best word." "Hmm...Oh! I bet you have to pee." "That's the word you used when you spoke of the unwanted liquid outpouring that happened in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yeah, but don't go telling anybody I did that. You're probably getting that tingling because you have to pee, so I'll show you where the bathroom is." "I still don't understand 'pee' fully, and I don't understand 'bathroom' at all. All I know is that, when I take the form of my human ancestors for substantial lengths of time, I have problems with liquid pouring out of my body. Some of the other Selkies have had it happen too." Rochelle blushed. She really didn't want to explain. "How about you do that mind-reading thing to find out all about it? That'll be faster than using words, right?" "Yes, that should work." The fire-haired stranger put the palm of her cold hand on Rochelle's forehead. "Concentrate on the area of knowledge you want me to absorb." "This isn't working," Rochelle heard her say after a few moments. Are you thinking about the subject?" "Yeah." "I can't learn about it." "You sure?" Rochelle was dreading a verbal explanation. One of the reasons she never wanted to have children was to avoid having to potty train anyone. Now it looked like this strange being from the sea needed just such a lesson. "All I can really understand is that bathrooms are a place human females go to in pairs or groups. The rest of the subject eludes me. It's as if your mind is hiding it all behind a dark veil." Rochelle blushed again. She realized it must be because she was unconsciously censoring herself. This was a shameful subject, after all. "I guess I'll have to tell you. Follow me to the bathroom." Rochelle winced as she remembered. "Actually, the plumbing's been acting up. I can't trust the toilet to flush. I need to talk to the landlord about that again. In the meantime, we'll have to use the public bathroom on the first floor." "What is this 'bathroom'?" "It's the place where you can pee." "Can't I pee anywhere? You peed inside your swimming clothes on the beach." "You can but you shouldn't. So hold it." The woman held out her hands. "What do I need to hold?" "Your pee. Hold it inside." She put her hands inside her pants and gripped the flesh between her legs. "That won't help. Well, maybe it will, but don't do it when people are watching. At the very least, keep your hands outside of your clothes when you hold yourself." "The tingling is getting worse. What should I do?" "I don't know how to explain how to hold it in. But please figure out a way. We're going to the bathroom, and you need to stay dry until we get there." "Why does peeing happen? Why can't we control it?" "It happens because you drink liquids. They have to go somewhere." "I suppose. My skin is full of magic that benefits my body in many ways, so I never think much about how my organs work. I've never noticed peeing happening while in my skin." "Lucky you." As they left Rochelle's apartment, the strange woman asked, "Am I right to think it is taboo to let water pour out of you at any place except in the confines of a bathroom?" "Yes." "So what you did inside your swimming clothes is forbidden?" "Yes, but please don't mention it. And don't talk like this when you're not in my apartment. There could be people..." As if on cue, Rochelle saw someone headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. It was a tall man with dark skin, short black hair, and a friendly smile. "Hi, Ben." "Hey, Rochelle. Who's your friend?" "You may call me 'Selkie.' It would be most accurate." Rochelle blushed, but "Selkie" was clearly unaware she was saying anything strange or embarrassing. "I like the accent," Ben commented. "Where are you from?" "The Reykjanes Ridge." "Is that in Ireland?" "It's nearby." "So what are you doing here?" "Right now Rochelle Reincken and I are going to the bathroom together, as human females are wont to do." Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Rochelle wanted to scream, she was so embarrassed. "Let's go, Selkie," she said, and she fled from the embarrassing conversation as quickly as she could without making it obvious that she was running away. "It's the ascending room again," Selkie commented when they reached the elevator. "This is so intriguing." "It's called an elevator. It's going to take us down to where the bathrooms are." "How does it work?" "Don't worry about it. Actually, maybe you should. If you take your mind off your pee it should keep you from peeing your pants." "The peeing of pants is what you did on the beach, is it not?" "Yes, that's the right phrase. But don't mention that again. It's embarrassing." "Ah! Because you are ashamed of accidentally violating a taboo." "Yeah. I don't want to pee my pants, and neither should you. Nobody does." "Except inside a bathroom." "No! You don't pee your pants there either. You pee in a toilet." "A toilet is something inside a bathroom?" Rochelle relaxed her neck until her head bumped into the wall of the elevator. "This is going to be a hard lesson to teach," she muttered to herself. On the ground floor, they walked to the lobby where the closest restrooms were. "Just keep remembering you don't want to pee your pants under any circumstances," Rochelle whispered. "You take them off first." Selkie reached for the fly of her jeans. "No! Not now!" When inside the bathroom, Selkie again tried to take off her pants, but Rochelle again stopped her. Someone at the sink noticed this happening in the mirror, and turned around in puzzlement. "Hi, Rochelle!" said the perky blonde. "Oh, hi, Jenna," Rochelle said, again wanting to wince. "God, I didn't know you still lived here! I haven't seen you in ages." "Yeah, I'm working some crazy hours these days." "Please tell me what to do soon," Selkie said. Rochelle noticed she was now holding her crotch. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I have to. I'm very close to peeing my pants." "What?!? Jenna exclaimed." "This is my friend Selkie. We're coming back from a little girls' night out, and she had too much to drink." "Yes, I drank very much, it has to go somewhere." "You're in trouble, then," Jenna remarked with a laugh. "All the stalls are taken." "Just my luck!" Rochelle bemoaned. "Are there toilets inside the stalls?" Selkie asked. "Why don't you just go in the men's room? That's what I always do in a situation like this. It's never full." "I can't take Selkie into the men's bathroom! She's too innocent!" "Huh?" "I don't want to be in there with guys. She doesn't know how to handle herself." "I don't?" "No, you don't." Jenna gave Rochelle a quizzical look. "Please take me somewhere where I can pee without breaking a taboo, Rochelle Reincken," Selkie said. "Fine, we'll go to the men's room," Rochelle said. She couldn't say no to those big blue pleading eyes. "I'll watch the door for you," Jenna volunteered. "I don't think any guys'll mind waiting for you. Especially if they see how cute you are." Inside the empty men's room, Rochelle began to lecture Selkie. "Take your pants down to your knees and sit down." Selkie obliged, and Rochelle cradled her head in her hands and groaned. "Selkie, that's not a toilet," she said in a pained voice. "That's a sink." The redhead lifted her rear end out of the sink and prepared to hop down. But the countertop around the sink was wet, and her hands and legs slipped. She flew sideways and landed bottom-first on the tile floor. "I peed," Selkie announced. Indeed, there was a puddle growing around her. But it was worse than just that. "You didn't pull down your underwear," Rochelle said, once again burying her face in her hands. "You only mentioned the pants. Will I be punished now?" "No." "Later, then?" "Don't worry about it. Nobody here will punish you for peeing your pants." "But it is a taboo, is it not?" "Yes, but it's not a law." "Then how is it enforced?" "It's hard to explain. Just don't worry about anyone around here punishing you." "I feel excellent." "What?!? Why?" "The peeing felt good, because it removed the tingling pain. My human body is now devoid of bad feelings. Correction: The two lumps of flesh just above the tops of my legs are sore." "Get up. I'll show you how to use a toilet, for future reference." Rochelle helped Selkie off the floor, and she pulled up her jeans. The seat of her pants was already soaked, and the front began to darken as well when the denim came into contact with the wet panties. "The pee is pleasantly warm," Selkie commented with a smile. "It feels like blood, but I am uninjured." "Here's what to do next time," Rochelle said. She was in a stall with the door left wide open. She loosened her belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped her faded hip-hugging jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Then she did the same with her lime green cotton hipsters. "You sit down on the toilet like this, after making sure the seat is down." "But the seat is up." "That's the lid. It's different." "Why is there both a lid and a seat?" "Don't worry about it. You sit down and you let go of your pee." Rochelle spurted and sputtered. It was a little hard to get going while Selkie was watching and scrutinizing with wide blue eyes. But she managed to initiate the stream, which continued until she was almost empty. After a few squirt gun-like blasts to the inside of the bowl, her bladder was fully voided. "Your pee isn't nearly as yellow as mine," Selkie observed "It's different colors at different times. I'm not sure why." "Why have you never inquired or researched the different pee colors?" "Because it's taboo. We don't talk about it." "Don't you have to talk about it?" "Sometimes. But we prefer to avoid it. Just like we prefer to avoid peeing our pants." "That is why you wish to avoid talking about your peeing in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yes! Don't talk about it again!" Rochelle scolded for what felt like the hundredth time. Then she returned to the lesson. "Now that I've peed in the toilet, I wipe the extra pee off my body so it doesn't get my clothes wet." She got some toilet paper and dabbed at her wet parts. "Then I flush the pee along with the paper." "Where does all that water and pee and paper go?" "Into a lot of pipes." "Where do the pipes go?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "I want to learn about the dry world so I can go about in it long enough to recover my skin. My life depends on it." For the first time, Rochelle felt truly sad for Selkie. "What happens if you can't get your skin back?" "I won't be able to breathe underwater, so I won't be able to go home. If I stay away from the sea for too long, my magic will drain away. No amount of food can help that. When I have no magic, my tissues will no longer be able to stay together without skin, and my organs will fail. I will die." "We'll go up to my room and get started right away," Rochelle said forcefully as she pulled up her pants. "You'll learn from my mind, and with that knowledge we can make a plan." "I can also teach you from my mind." "Great! I know how to find the person who took your skin, and I'm sure we can get it back from him without betraying your people's secret. How long can you live without your skin, anyway?" "I don't know. No Selkie has had to die that way for centuries." "And you won't die that way, either. I may not understand the situation, but I know I won't let that happen to you." When Rochelle exited the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten another situation. Jenna was still waiting outside, as were a trio of college-age boys. Rochelle could see each one of their faces light up as they saw a pair of beautiful girls their age and a chance to talk to them. It was also obvious when each one noticed Selkie's wet spot. "Thanks for waiting, guys," Rochelle said. Sorry about that. "No problem," one of the boys said. "Are you all right?" Jenna asked Selkie as everyone around pretended not to stare at her wet spot. "No. I peed my pants." "She'll be all right," Rochelle assured. "Now we're going back to Rochelle Reincken's room," Selkie continued, "where she will punish me." Rochelle hastily led Selkie to the stairs. "Why aren't we taking the box that ascends and descends?" the confused girl asked. "We might run into people there, and I don't want to share an elevator with them and have to explain our situation. So we'll take the stairs, where there are less people. By the way, I'm not going to punish you for peeing your pants. I thought I already made that clear." "You said no one down there would punish me. I thought you were reserving that duty for yourself." "No. You won't be punished at all." "I feel wonderful!" "I wish I did." "These 'stairs' are a lot of work to climb," Selkie commented after making it up two flights. "I wish I could swim up to the floor where your room is." "I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to get used to using your legs." "Legs are fun to use every so often, but I wouldn't want to have to depend on them all the time." On the sixth floor they again encountered Rochelle's friend Ben. Selkie spoke before Rochelle could say anything. "I see you're staring at my pants. I wet them because my journey to a toilet was delayed. But don't worry about me; I will receive no punishment." Ben looked at her dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, Selkie smiled. Rochelle led the girl away from the boy, all the while suppressing the urge to chomp down on her own hand. Back in the privacy of her apartment the two fared better. From Rochelle, Selkie learned about things like cars, makeup, and money. What she needed to know to get around in this world of dry land. Rochelle, in turn, learned about the Selkies. Their ancestors were strange sea monsters who took human brides. Magic allowed the women to live in the dark undersea abode, where their descendants now live in happiness. But female Selkies take after their ancestral mothers, and have an inborn homesickness for the land above. To this day, they take excursions to deserted shores, slough off the inconvenient skins that contain their gills and most of their magical attributes, and enjoy the land and air and Sun. They can do this because their bodies under their skin can be reshaped into the ancestral form, and they have enough magic residing within themselves to fashion temporary false skins that make them look and feel even more human. But their skins are essential to them. They protect them from drowning, disease, the blindness they would otherwise have so deep underwater, and the ill effects of high water pressure. They also, Rochelle could infer, protect them from the need to urinate and defecate. And so Selkies think nothing more of their food once they have swallowed it. Even though a Selkie's skin is so important, this Selkie had become so intoxicated by the feeling of being on land that she hadn't kept an eye on it. Then, when it was time to follow her older sisters back home, she couldn't find it, and realized a land-dwelling person or thing must have crept in and stolen it away. "My mind is spinning," Rochelle said once the two were done sharing their thoughts. "There's so much to take in. I know I said we would draw up a plan tonight, but I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm going to try to get some sleep, although that's probably impossible." "You have trouble sleeping?" Selkie asked, sounding concerned. "Not normally, but my mind is racing right now. I've been through so much today." "You should rest." "I'll try." "Here," Selkie said, coming close to Rochelle. "I know a trick that will help you." ------------------ It was a beautiful morning, and Selkie was so glad she was up here where she could see the Sun shining down on the Earth. She got out of bed and stretched, as if she were coming out of her skin. How she longed to have that skin back. Still, this body had definite plusses. She felt one of the minuses instantly, but knew how to remedy it. She got dressed, took the elevator down to the ground floor, greeting Rochelle's friends and acquaintances as she met them, and made her way to the bathroom. She followed Rochelle's directions perfectly this time, pulling down both her panties and her pants, and sitting on the toilet's seat even though it hurt her sore buttocks. She only deviated from the instructions by letting out a moan of satisfaction as the urine was released from her aching bladder. She covered her mouth, and felt shameful for doing something that seemed like it should be a taboo. If she had known a little more, or been able to read human expressions better, she would have known that leaving the stall door open was also taboo. But none of the women who saw her sitting there said anything, so how could she know? When she was done, she wiped herself, stared in amazement as the toilet flushed, pulled back up her panties and pants, and washed her hands. Back up in Rochelle's room, she got some things together, then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for her meeting with Malford Poynter today. She had learned enough from Rochelle's mind to feel confident that she could solve this problem. There was the other, minor problem of the pain she felt in her lower abdomen, but she wasn't worried about that. Her knowledge from Rochelle told her what implements were located in which drawers, and what most of the things in the medicine cabinet were. She knew how to apply makeup, fix hair, and do everything else she needed to look pretty. But she knew she didn't need much. She had a beautiful face with silky brown hair, and her own blue eyes worked well in the ensemble. Before turning the light off, Selkie glanced at the bathtub. There, half-submerged in red-tinted water, lay what was left of Rochelle Reincken. "Thanks for everything."
  17. Business Inquiries

    A brilliant story indeed, one of the better ones I think I've come across recently. Particular kudos for making specific, detailed mention of Evelynne's bladder bulging as she nears her limit. That's always been my favorite part of the pee holding fetish, yet so few authors give it more than a passing thought.
  18. Yesterday
  19. Harry James Potter was just sitting at the kitchen table with his godfathers Sirius Black and Severus Snape. He had been living with them just a few weeks and as such was still getting used to it. Harry had just turned 5 years old and was going to be starting school in September which happened to be in a few weeks. He was excited but also very nervous about it. Severus had arranged it when Harry had first started to live with them and had got accepted at the local primary school, Jack Henry Primary. 'Today we are going to be going out for the day', said Sirius. 'Where?' asked Harry. 'To the theme park. I think it is an educational one. Roald Dahl I think it is called', answered Sirius. 'Its called the Roald Dahl adventure park,' said Severus under his breathe. 'What is there?' asked Harry. 'From what I can gather a lot of things, you have to see it for yourself. I'm sure you'll enjoy it', said Sirius. Harry nodded. He had never been to any kind of theme parks before now, so he couldn't compare it to anything, But he did know that they were meant to be very fun. 'We'll be leaving in about an hour, so make sure you have anything you may want for the journey there. It's a bit of a drive from here', said Severus. Harry nodded. In fact he was a bit spoilt for choice on what to take. Ever since he had come to live here his godfathers had provided him with everything he could have ever wanted and he, Harry, always showed how appreciated he was for it. He never had anything other than old clothes of his cousin, Dudley's, before he came here. After an hour of waiting and Harry finally deciding on a few small toys and picture book, they were off. Several miles down the highway, when Harry had finished playing and looking at the book he had fallen asleep. His godfathers thought he might do eventually but didn't realise how quick he actually fell asleep. 'Severus, you do think he'll be alright with us, don't you, I mean living with us', asked Sirius. 'Of course he will, he's taken to us already in the few short weeks we have had him. As of yet he hasn't made a mischief of himself and he has been very good. He'll be fine, Black,' answered Severus. 'I suppose your right, but what if he starts to make a mischief?' asked Sirius. 'Then we'll punish him accordingly. No physical harm, just stand him in a spot or corner for punishment for a few minutes. After the abuse he suffered at that house we can hardly smack him, besides its better not to hit children. They take it better when they have to think what they have done wrong. They learn better that way', said Severus. 'I could never hit children', said Sirius, just looking horrid at the idea of it. He knew from experience what that could do to a child, his childhood was nothing but physical punishment when he did wrong, and it left a mental scar, Sirius wouldn't dream of hurting a child, no matter what they did wrong. 'I know that, Black. Neither would I for that matter and we both know what that does to a child. We grew up being punished like that, thats what we grew up with, abuse of the physical nature. Harry has had that done to him already by his relatives and we have got to undo that. His ability to ask questions now is only through courage and confidence, which he didn't have a mere few weeks ago. We just have to take it day by day with him at the moment. His ability not to ask for the loo for instance is slightly worrying but as I said we will have to work out why all these things are going on with Harry, I think it has something to do with the abuse he had happen to him at that house', said Severus. 'We know he was abused, Severus, that is why we have him with us in the first place. We just don't know the extent of it all. I just hope Dumbledore finds out more about it before we do. I don't want to act recklessly now we have Harry', Sirius said. 'Like you did four years ago, you mean and ended up in Azkaban?' 'Severus you know why I did that', said Sirius. 'I do and I would've done the same thing, but I wouldn't have gone ahead and done it like you did. I would've planned it so that Peter got caught and put in Azkaban', Severus said. 'That's in the past now, I got pardoned, all thanks to Wormtail wanting out of his Animagus form for a bit and Arthur's son, Percy recognised him from an old photo. Its all on file of course, the trial I went through in order to get the right traitor caught, Dumbledore's evidence on the matter, even your evidence helped to get me released from that hellhole', said Sirius, 'I know, Black. Wormtail deserves that place. They know of his Animagus form and they have charmed it so he cant transform. I'm just glad I don't have to meet him any time soon', said Severus. They fell silent and within another half an hour they had arrived at their destination.
  20. Infinite need to pee

    Just one more note. I feel that I may be being quite snobby and "please get me a morca-torca muccachaquito with lowfat whip cream and hybrid Brazil nuts"-ish in giving so restrictive and do-this-exactly specifiers. Either that or I'm trying to make this site orient around me. I mean, who wouldn't like to have more mass than all the planets combined? On second thought, strike that. Back to what I was saying. If you think so (I'm being snobby etc.), please tell me. But to get to what I meant to say. I know I just used it alot, but be assured I would prefer otherwise than the word "bladder" over and over. Now I really wish I could edit previous posts, but I don't know how!
  21. Infinite need to pee

    How do I edit previous posts? Oh, well. Just wanted to say that "maximum not-spraying-her-hindhooves desperation" is the point at which any increase in discomfort with any cause (running water sounds, a bump or jolt, just ordinary continued bladder filling, etc.) will cause a... well... spraying of one's hindhooves. My point is that although Celestia may never quite fill to the breaking point (a much better term), enough bladder provoking from Luna or others (enough being not very much in Celestia more dire moments, and others not necessarily trying to provoke said bladder) can and does push her over the edge - of the dam in the urethra river which creates bladder lake, so to speak :)
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