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  1. 7 points
    Hey guys, a few people on here have asked how me and Matty (MrDesp) met and the moment I found out about we shared the same fetish, so I thought I would share the story with you guys. The tale begins last year when I was invited to my friends 18th birthday party. I went to the party with a group of my friends, most of whom were with their boyfriends. As the night went on and the party got into full swing my friends who had boyfriends were up dancing and the ones who were single were chatting up guys and I found myself sat on my own, which I didn't mind because I was enjoying watching my friends making fools of themselves on the dance floor. Suddenly a guy walked up to me and said “now we cant have a nice girl like yourself sat all on your lonesome, do you wanna dance?”. Normally when guys chat me up they are so corny and use pathetic chat up lines and usually only want one thing, but this guy seemed different so I accepted his offer and he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I found out his name was Matty and that he was only at the party because he came with his friend and didn't really know anyone. After a few upbeat songs, a romantic song came on and everybody started slow dancing, this was the point I knew he was different because he didn't use the song as an excuse to get closer to me like a lot of guys would. Instead he asked me if I wanted a drink but I was enjoying the moment so I grabbed his arms and snaked them round my waist and then put my arms round his neck and began slow dancing. I moved in closer and placed my head on his chest. It was just the perfect moment and I just felt safe in that moment and knew this was something special. He then whispered something in my ear that made my day and it was then I realised he wasn't like other guys that chat me up. Most guys come over and call me fit, sexy, and comment on my body, however he said “you are the most beautiful girl ive ever danced with”. When he said this I looked up into his eyes and I couldn't help myself, I just planted my lips on his and kissed him. I then stopped and felt really embarrassed, “sorry, I don't know what I was thinking” I said, to which he replied “probably the same thing as I was”, he then kissed me and it was incredible. We then went and sat down and spent the rest of the evening talking and getting to know each other. The next day we met up and after a perfect day he officially asked me out and I said “YES” in an instant. So that's the story of how we met. Now I was faced with the dilemma that I had found an amazing guy who was perfect in every way and really wanted to tell him about my fetish but obviously I was scared he would find it weird and I didn't want to lose him. Then something happened which made him even more perfect. About 4 weeks after we started going out we went to the cinema (I cant remember what film cos we always go the cinema). Whilst watching the film I drank a extra large Coke which we had got when we bought popcorn and sweets. About 2 hours after the film started I needed to pee, not badly but my bladder was filling quite fast. I've always loved holding my pee and was enjoying the feelings I was getting from my bladder. I started bobbing my leg up and down to help myself hold it and as I was doing so it was rubbing against Matty's leg. “are you all right” he asked. “im fine, im just cold” I didn't want to tell him I needed to pee because he would have told me to go to the bathroom and I was enjoying the feeling. When the film finished we waited in our seats till the rush had dispersed then we set off. As I stood up my bladder twinged and my need increased. When we came out of the screen he asked me if I wanted the loo before we left. I did but I was confident I could hold it till we got home and I could wet myself without him knowing. We walked out into the car park and the cold air hit me and I thought I was going to pee, I stopped walking and pressed my thighs together and managed to regain control over my bladder. We walked across the car park, got in his car and set off home. About 5 mins in to the drive home the extra large coke was catching up with and my bladder was filling up fast. My need had greatly increased and I really wanted to grab my crotch to help me hold but I didn't want him to notice so I had to make do with bobbing my legs up and down and press my thighs together. Another 5 mins passed and we came to a set of traffic lights. He looked over at me and said “i know you wont admit it, but I know you need to pee”. “how do you know” “I can just tell....i know these things” he said “fine I do need to pee but not that bad, I can hold it” He then looked at me and said “i know it shouldn't and this might sound kinda weird but its turning me on” I couldn't believe what I just heard....he was turned on by my desperation, he cant share my fetsih can he, he cant do, he must just be turned on because its me. “whys it turning on you on” I asked. To which he replied “again this might sound weird, but there's something sexy about a women that desperately needs to pee” I was in heaven, the guy I was completely mad about, who I had being terrified of telling about my fetish, revealed he himself likes the same fetish. I then completely shocked him by saying “so your into omorashi. “yeah I am I dont know why but.....” he stopped talking then looked at me and said “how.....how do you know its called omorashi” “because im into omorashi too” I replied. His face absolutely lit up and with a beaming smile he leant over and kissed me. He then said “i must be dreaming, the girl I love has just said she loves omorashi, this isn't real”. I then told him I was absolutely dying to wee and that I loved holding it and loved to wet myself. To which he replied “oh my god, my perfect woman”, I was so happy, he then revealed he too had been scared to tell me that he liked omorashi and was so happy to know that not only did I not find it weird, I actually liked it as well. I then felt really naughty and as a treat to him and myself I lifted my skirt up and let a little wee out creating a wet patch on the front of my knickers, upon seeing this his eyes nearly popped out of his head. We then got home and then for the first time in my life I wee'd on somebody. We got into the shower and he laid underneath me and I let go all over him. This turned me on so much it was unreal and we then proceeded to get all wet and soapy and ended up having the best sex I had ever had :D. Hope you liked my story, I have a few other stories I need to write about my desperation and wetting incidents which I will post soon :D bye for now.
  2. 2 points
    I wrote this on Fanfiction.net under my id SDP, but I figured you guys would appreciate this more. I do hope you like it. It will be continued, as soon as I finish with Summer with Snape, I'm coming back to this one. Chapter 1 Harry was ecstatic, Peter Pettigrew was captured and currently in Amelia Bones office and Sirius his Godfather, was free and declared innocent and exonerated of all charges and the ministry even paid him $50,000 for every year he was there and when he was on the run. He was now in the custody of Sirius and he couldn't be happier. Right now Sirius, Harry, and Remus were taking a train to one of the many Potter houses to stay for the summer since most of the Black houses had a lot of dark artifacts in the Manors. Harry could finally be a kid again, and he loved every minute of it. The train ride was 7 hours and they were only 3 hours in when Harry felt the urge to use the toilet really badly. He was really starting to regret drinking all that pumpkin juice with breakfast and the 2 cokes he had on the train moments earlier. Sirius was asleep and Harry knew that he hadn't been sleeping well due to his nightmares of Azkaban and didn't want to disturb him. Remus was reading a book, and Harry didn't know what to do. At the Durselys he was always told when to go and he could never ask anything otherwise he would be punished; "freaks like him don't get to ask questions" was always Aunt Petunia's answer. He was terrified and it wasn't helping his bladder situation by worrying, since he had to go really really bad. He was 13 for Merlin's sake he was not going to pee his pants, he just wished they would get there soon, and he wondered did this train even have toilets? He finally gave in to the urge to grab himself and sat there facing the wall face burning and wiggling on his seat for all it's worth, all the while trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared in his eyes from falling down his face. His stomach really hurt now and he didn't have a clue on what to do. Was he allowed to ask if he could use the loo? Would his Godfather get angry that he couldn't hold it? He didn't want to embarrass Sirius or Remus so he just stayed silent and kept his situation to himself. Remus was sitting in the compartment across from Harry book open but mind not on it, he was rethinking on his life so far and even though he had a rough few years , it was starting to look up for the two faithful and remaining Marauders. Sirius was free and Harry was away from Petunia and her horrible family; they would all be the family that Lily and James would want them to be. Sirius was dead to the world for which Remus was grateful he needed his rest Azkaban had not been kind to his dear friend and he needed help with Harry which is why Remus was there and he was glad to do it. Speaking of Harry, Remus could hear a faint sniffle the smell of salt water coming from his direction by the window. He wondered what could be wrong and how he could help when he saw Harry almost fall off the seat on account of his moving around so much. He could hear him, thanks to his werewolf senses that Harry were saying over and over again that he can hold it. "Harry, you ok cub?" Remus wanted to know if he could help him out "'I'm fine Professor" was his tearful reply "Harry you don't have to call me professor in the summer, its Moony or Remus ok cub? And you didn't answer my question, what's wrong?" "I understand, I'm just not feeling that well is all, I'm sorry for disturbing you" "You didn't disturb me I wasn't really reading anyway, I'm going to get a coffee, I'll bring you a cup of tea back that will help soothe your stomach ok?" "Do me a favor and watch Sirius for me." "K, I will." Remus shook his head and closed the compartment and was just about to walk away when he saw Harry stand up and start jumping up and down in place all the while holding on to himself like he really needed the loo. I'm an idiot Remus thought of course he needs the loo, he's a child his bladder isn't as strong as ours. The real problem was why didn't he just ask? He quickly bought his coffee and Harry's cup of tea even knowing what his problem now was and it wasn't an upset stomach. He powerwalked the way back to their compartment where he noticed Harry was in a right state whimpering with tears coming down his face and he was unable to keep still. But before Remus could tell him where the toilets were, Sirius woke up from all the noise. "Kiddo?" "What's wrong?" Sirius sleepily asked "N-N-Nothing is wrong sir." Was Harry's shaky reply "If that's the case then why are you crying and jumping up and down, and stuttering? "I don't know…" "Why don't I believe you and why the heck are you calling me sir?" "I'm sorry" was his now whispered reply Harry was very noticeable distressed and at this point even Sirius could figure out was wrong with him, but he was confused as to why Harry didn't tell them that he had to go it wasn't a problem, he was a kid and he couldn't hold it that long, Sirius could understand that, why couldn't Harry? "Why are you crying Harry?" "I'm fine ok? "No Harry, you're not ok, why didn't you tell us you had to go? We wouldn't have gotten mad at you; you don't have to be embarrassed it's natural." Harry was horrified he had woke his Godfather up and he was probably going to get it now, he couldn't stop the small whimper that came out as some pee accidently dripped out. He couldn't help but feel that Sirius was only saying that and that he had embarrassed him by not being able to hold it. He was a teenager not some little kid, and that made him cry a little bit harder. Sirius made to hug him and tell him that it's ok to ask but when he hugged him he accidently pushed against Harry's stomach causing his poor godson to yelp out loud and curl up in a ball on the floor. Remus had enough if they didn't get Harry to the loo they would be cleaning up the floor and Harry's clothes and that wouldn't help Harry's already low self-esteem. He picked Harry up ignoring the protests of Sirius and walked as fast as he could to the loo. Harry for his part was still saying he could hold it under his breath. He opened the Handicapped stall undid Harry's belt and trousers and led the still shocked child to stand in front of the toilet where Harry then let out a huge air of relief as he relieved himself. Remus, facing the wall so as not to humiliate Harry any further asked him; "Why didn't you say you had to use the loo?" "Because I was always denied at the Durselys if I asked and I didn't want to get in trouble with you guys on my first so I was too afraid to ask." "Not here Harry, we will never deny you that right. Just another thing the Durselys have to pay for." Harry sniffled and flushed the toilet, he turned around knowing his face was flaming and kept looking at the ground. They walked out the stall where he washed his hands and they started back towards their compartment. Harry dreaded having to see Sirius again, he didnt want to talk about this with anyone, it was bad enough he almost wet his pants not 10 minutes ago. "Kiddo, are you ok? Moony, why did you push me?" "I'm fine sir," Harry replied. "Because you were making it worse Siri, and I didn't know how long Harry could hold it," Remus replied. "Stop calling me sir Harry, you haven't done anything wrong. I know Moony already told you this, but you never have to be afraid to ask for the loo. I promise we will never deny you that right, understood?" "Yes Sirius, I understand." Harry settled back in his seat, relived in more ways then one and ready for the best summer he ever had.
  3. 2 points
    Hey guys, bet you didnt expect to see me so soon, told you I would get right on it! So this story, Harry is with Sirius and Remus and its got a bit of a plot twist which I wont be telling you about. I've been writing like crazy on it, but this is truly going to be a short story. So I hope you guys like it. Oh yeah, the Harry in this one will not have a problem with bedwetting, but he will have a small bladder. I have a few friends with tiny bladders so I have some experience with them. Anyways, enjoy! Chapter 4 Harry spent the majority of the day just exploring the manor, and familiarizing himself with everything. To be honest he was truly just avoiding his two guardians, Sirius in particular. He felt so betrayed when he thought about what happened in the car. Why didn’t Sirius believe him? Had he ever given him the impression that he had been lying? Why the heck would he lie about needing the toilet anyway? He shook his head, unable to answer those questions but not brave enough to ask the man himself. He stayed away even for lunch, ignoring the grumbling in his stomach. He figured if he got truly starving he could just call Jilly right? After all she was his elf, but to be honest even if he was hungry, food didn’t sound so good to him at the moment. He didn’t want to eat yet. He hurried to his room, and grabbed his Firebolt, he always felt so much better when he was in the air. A good fly was definitely what he needed and he planned on getting it. Unsure just where Remus and Sirius were in the manor, he stealthy made his way out of his room and the down the steps. He was nearly to the door when he saw his godfather poke his head into the kitchen and he froze, his eyes wide in fear. “Hey kiddo, where you going?” Sirius asked quietly, though he saw the broom, it didnt take a genius to guess. “To fly,” Harry replied warily. “I would really like it, if you would ask to do things. I'm your godfather and I really don’t want to worry so much about you,” he told him seriously. “Oh,” the teen replied slowly before he nodding. That was a reasonable request, parents did that to their children he could get that. “Okay, can I go flying?” “Yes you can, but before you do. I think you and I need to talk,” he told the boy gently, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table. “Why do we have to talk?” Harry asked with a sigh, he wanted to avoid this. “I think you know why. I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I really did think you were making joke,” Sirius told him sadly. “But I wasn't, I don’t joke about stuff like that,” Harry said softly. “Well I know that now, but I didn’t think. And I never meant for you to have an accident,” he continued. “Alright,” Harry said softly as he thought that over. His godfather did sound sad, and he truly didn’t know. “I forgive you,” he said. “Good, I don’t want us to be at odds,” he said cheerfully as he stood up. “Jilly said you didn’t eat lunch, I would really like it as well if you didn’t skip meals,” Harry nodded slowly, his godfather sounded so responsible it was just weird to here. In honesty he was expecting this from Remus, and he stifled a grin knowing that the man had probably told Sirius what to say. “Okay, I wont skip meals anymore,” he promised as he stood up and headed for the back door. Sirius cleared his throat and looked pointedly at his godson. “Eat a sandwich and then you can go out flying,” he said quietly. Harry sighed and grabbed the item off the plate that was sitting conveniently on the table, and shook his head and quickly made his way to the backyard. In his hunger he quickly devoured the sandwich before he finally took to the sky. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Meanwhile back in the house, Sirius was having a discussion with Remus, about how exactly they were planning on spending their summer. He was also discussing at lengths to the man that he wanted no part in having to discipline Harry. Merlin he hoped it wouldn't come to it, because he didn’t think he would be able to handle it. Remus though he gave him a pinched look, didn’t say anything to to that, so he was hoping that meant he didn’t have to be the bad guy to Harry. He turned to look out the window, watching the child fly. Harry really did have Jame's talent on a broom and Sirius couldn't wait until he too got a new broom so he could go out and fly with him. He shook his head, and turned back to the talk, knowing it was nearly finished. It was 3 hours later when Sirius found himself at the backdoor, calling Harry in for dinner. Everything smelled wonderful and he noted that the flying had done the boy some good, his cheeks were a bright rosy red. “Go wash up, and we'll eat,” Sirius told him as he ruffled his hair as he passed. “Okay,” Harry chirped, obviously in a good mood, and starving as it had been a while since he had eaten the sandwich. He quickly washed his hands and hurried back out into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. His stomach growled audibly as he took in the pasta dishes on the table, he didn’t know what to choose from. The house elves always went overboard with food and tonight he was really glad, he felt like he was starving. Once Remus and Sirius had picked up the forks and started eating Harry quickly followed suit. He was eating slowly not wanting to upset his stomach. Though he wasn't at the Durselys this year, his body was still conditioned and at the beginning of the summer it tended to not get fed so it conserved his energy. Now that he was eating properly he didn’t want to eat to fast knowing if he did that, he would get sick.He was so into his food, he never noticed the curious glances his two guardians were giving him. If he did, he would have been slightly worried, but as he didn’t see them, he wasnt. Once he finished with his dinner, and dessert to his utter delight he felt stuffed and happy. He could truly get used to this feeling. Grinning like a loon he hurried up the steps to his room and got his things to get ready for a shower. He glanced in his trunk and frowned as he looked at his 'clothes'. Dudley's hand me downs had clearly seen better days. Which was why he was so happy that he had raided the lost and found at Hogwarts, it was amazing the kinds of things the kids there lost. He would take care of his things. As it was, he had only one set of decent pajamas and that was curtsey of Mrs. Weasely as they were much to small for Ron, and they fit Harry perfectly. He loved them and he hurried into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. After showering and making good use of the toilet he hurried to his room, surprised to find his godfather sitting on his bed. “Hi Sirius,” he said a bit shyly as he tucked his clothes back in his trunk. “Hey kiddo, just came to wish you goodnight,” he said easily as he quickly got the boy tucked in under the covers. “Really?” Harry asked eagerly, he had never had this done, well not that he could remember anyway. “Yes really, Remus wanted to as well, but we weren't sure you would take too kindly to both of us, so he'll tuck you in tomorrow,” he told him easily. “I don’t mind,” Harry said softly. And truly he didn’t, he had missed out, so naturally he craved things like this. “Good to know,” Sirius said as he ruffled his hair. “Do you mind if I read you a story then?” He asked totally teasing the child as he knew Harry was going to be 14 next month and probably felt he was to big for a bedtime story. Harry nodded frantically at that, just in case Sirius changed his mind. “I would love a story!” He blurted out as he gave his godfather a shy grin. Sirius was surprised and a bit taken back at the reaction but he would get to the bottom of this, no doubt. But he knew tonight wasn't the time. Nodding he quickly summoned a story tale book from the shelf and opened it up and started reading, he had missed this. Harry couldnt remember the last time he had felt so loved, and content in that bed as he was read too and the little boy was quickly asleep, even before Sirius finished the book. Deeming his job a success Sirius, stood up and kissed the child's forehead before turning off the light and closing the door behind him. He nodded to himself, this parenting stuff was a no-brainer. He quickly went to have his own shower, he was going to be early, it had been a long day and he was more then ready to sleep. It was an hour later when all the human occupants of the manor was snoring quietly and sleeping peacefully in their beds. About 4 hours later, was when Harry awoke, glancing over to look at the clock and groaning as he realized it was only 1:00am. If if it was still so late then what had woken him up? He rolled over on his stomach and groaned as he felt it, damn he had to pee. He sighed not wanting to move from where he was as his bed was so warm and toasty but knowing his body as he did he also knew that if he didn’t go he would never be able to get back to sleep with a full bladder. Mumbling tiredly to himself the little boy got out of bed and stumbled towards the door, and opened it, looking out at the hall silently. It was very dark in the hallway, and he had to wonder where the heck were the lights. He wasnt afraid of the dark, but it was just creepy how dark it was out there? Why didn’t his godfather leave any lights on? Was that his way of saying that Harry wasnt allowed to get up in the middle of the night and leave the room? He crossed his legs as he thought about that and quickly shut the door, wondering if the man had put a charm or something on his room to alert him. He had remembered back at Ron's house how his mate had told him that his mom had charms in place to alert her when someone was up when they shouldn't be. Did this qualify as that? He just wanted to use the bathroom and be done with it? He still wanted to sleep, his bed looked so inviting. He chewed his bottom lip quietly, wondering if it was too late to call a house elf. He shook his head, figuring they would not appreciate being woken up at this hour, who would? “What do I do, what do I do?” He murmured to himself as he started to pace the length of his room, he had to go quite urgently and he wasnt sure what he was supposed to do. Sirius still hadn’t gone over the rules with him, and he was afraid to ask what those might be. It wasnt that he thought that Sirius would be like his relations he didn’t, he just didn’t know what kind of rules the man had in mind for him. Like Sirius never said that he could leave his room in the middle of the night, and as it was only their 2nd day there he didn’t want to ruin and mess up whatever it was they had going. He grimaced as he made his way back to the door. He knew if he stayed in his room, the inevitable would happen and he so didn’t what to explain that in the morning. Swallowing thickly and nodding to himself, he eased himself out of his room and quietly headed into the dark hallway. He kept his hand on the wall to guide him, hesitating at the bathroom before his eyes flicked over to Sirius's and then Remus's room. Was he supposed to ask permission first? He knew he should never assume to be able to do something, that is how one got punished especially in his Uncle's eyes. He shifted his weight back and forth as he stood in front of the bathroom and did a small jig, his eyes only on the toilet. He had go so bad, but he was afraid of the consequences of what would happen if he did. He whined out as a sudden wave came over him and he was forced to grab himself. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing his body to hold on, when he felt someone slightly bump him. He opened his eye slowly, to find his sleepy looking former professor standing next to him. “What are you doing Harry?” Remus asked tiredly as he looked at the youth in question. “N-nothing,” he replied quickly. “Okay, well what are you doing up then? It's not even close to being morning,” Remus told him before he yawned. He just wanted to get back to sleep, but Harry's whimpers and noises had woken him up. He had always been a light sleeper, and with his enhanced senses that only made it worse. “I needed to pee,” Harry rushed out anxiously. Remus quirked a sleepy eyebrow at the tone and focused a bit more on the child. “Needed too? Or still do?” He asked before he sighed. “It's too late for these games Harry, please go and pee and go back to bed,” he told him sleepily. “I can pee?” Harry asked hopefully, already inching his way into the bathroom, not wanting the man to change his mind. “Yes you can,” Remus said, his sleepy brain not understanding. “Why would you think that you couldnt?” “It's not allowed at home with the Durselys,” he replied quickly as he pushed his bottoms down slightly and let loose a torrent of his held in water into the toilet with a sigh of relief. Remus's brain was clouded with sleep, but he caught that bit. But now was clearly not the time for this talk. Pushing it away until the morning he nodded. “Well not here, you can use the bathroom whenever you want or need too,” he murmured. “Go to bed when you get done here,” he said. “Kay,” Harry replied as he tried not to fall asleep where he was peeing. “G'night Moony,” “Night Harry,” he told him softly as he made his way to his room and fell back on the bed. Harry finished up in the bathroom and flushed before he too tiredly made his way to his room. He grinned to himself before he got cocooned back under the covers, determined to sleep in the next morning.
  4. 2 points
    After the longest Hiatus ever, I'm starting to get back into my writing. I've been going through a lot of things, and the only things i felt up to doing was Rping. But thats not fair, and I dont like leaving my stories unfinished so here is the next chapter. It doesnt feature Omo, but the next one will. I understand that this chapter is a small filler and it's extremely short, but there is nothing I can do for it. If I try to make it longer I wont update this. This story along with my other I'm trying, and i'm really going to try to update it at least one a week until they're done. Chapter 3 Harry grabbed his bag and before Remus or Sirius could say anything he ran into the the manor. He didn’t get very far as a house elf in a apron with the Potter crest popped in front of him. He sniffled, just wanting to hide in his room, he didn’t want to see his godfather at that moment. He was still very hurt, and seeing Sirius would be like ripping a band aid off a just healed scab. He swallowed back of lump of tears as he turned to address the house elf. “Little Master has returned! Jilly knowed he was alive, she could feel it, and now we can serve you,” An excited house elf, who he realized her name was Jilly spoke. Harry sighed as he looked at her before shaking his head, he didn’t want to deal with this, not right now at least. But he also wasnt going to be rude to her, she hadnt done a thing to him. And dealing with Dobby had made him aware of just how sensitive the creatures were. “Hi Jilly, it's nice to meet you,” Harry replied softly. He tried to pretend that he didnt see the house elf giving him a once over and then a frown disgracing her face. “Little master is tired, Jilly will show you to your room. And then after you rest Jilly will talk to little master,” she said gently as led him up the stairs. Harry didnt say anything, he didnt acknowledge that Sirius and Remus was in the car, nor that they probably needed some help. He didn't want to deal with any of them. He allowed the litte house elf lead him through the manor, him wondering which room was his. He got his answer however as he found himself standing in front of a closed door. “This is yous room, Jilly will see that our other guest have a room as well,” she told him. “If you need anything just snap your fingers and I or another house elf will come,” she promised before she disappeared on the spot. Harry opened the door and looked around the room in awe. It was definitly a magical child's bedroom as the wall paper was Quidditch players flying around and his comforter was a snitch that was never in the same place for long. He had his mouth opened wide as he looked around, feeling a bit nostalgic and sad. If his parents had still be alive, this is what he would have grown up in. Not trying to dwell on it, he took a running leap and jumped on his bed, with a happy sigh and a giggle. He felt so at home, it was unbelievable. He didn't notice as he inspected his room, the two still pictures of his parents on the dresser, wasn’t what they seemed. He stayed in there for a long time, getting unpacked as his luggage suddenly appeared in the middle of his floor. It wasn't much, only his trunk from school, he had managed to keep quiet on his lack of clothes from his Godfather and Remus. But he just knew that, that luck was definitely going to run out. He tried to prolong the packing as much as he couldnt, but it took no more then an hour as he didnt have a lot of clothes. With a sigh, Harry made his way out of the room, intent on exploring his new home.
  5. 2 points
    So as I have yet to finish Summer with Snape, I'm just going to continue this one too. Hope you guys like it. Chapter 2 After that embarrassing episode with him almost wetting himself, Harry was happy when both Remus and Sirius dropped off to sleep. He was reading through his book; Quidditch Through the Ages, and found himself slowing falling asleep as well. He woke up however when the train jerked once before announcing Devon as the next stop. And as that was theirs he didn’t want to fall asleep and have them miss it. He looked at his godfather and former teacher, wondering how they were able to stay sleep. He shrugged, figuring he would always be a light sleeper considering his upbringing. His godfather knew a tiny bit about the Durselys and he was trying to keep it that way, he didn’t want to explain what they did to him. Because he was basically safe now that he was with Sirius, he didn’t want to open up that can of worms. He was under no allusions, he knew how the Durselys treated him couldn’t be anything but abuse. He just didn’t want to bring his godfather into that, the man had already been through so much. He really didn’t want to burden Sirius with more information about his relations. Trying to think of something else had Harry wiggling on his seat. His bladder effectively drawing his thoughts away from his appalling relatives and bringing his complete focus on it. He had always had a small bladder ever since he could remember. He always had to go as soon as he woke up in the morning, or after a nap or something. It was a nuisance the times that he went on a car ride with the Durselys. As they had hated to stop for him, but Uncle Vernon would rather stop then have the freak pee in his car. He didn’t understand why his body was like this. It was like when he was sleeping his bladder decided to fill itself up, for some unknown reason. He was thankful that he never wet the bed as he knew Uncle Vernon would have hurt him for that. He groaned softly before looking at his watch, to check out the time. The conductor had said that they would be arriving at their station in about 45 minutes. He had time and though he now knew he could leave the compartment, Remus had said he had to tell them when he did. But how was he going to do that when they were sleeping? He didn’t want to wake either of them up as they both had their own set bags under each eye and he sighed once more at his situation. Not to mention he just didn’t like asking, he guessed it all stemmed from the idea, of what was the point of asking for something you knew the answer too, and it was never a yes. Harry whimpered suddenly knowing that if he stayed here any longer he would have a puddle underneath him. He took a shallow breath, going through his options once more before deciding. Standing up he quietly made his way out the compartment, trying to shut the door silently. He gave himself a quick squeeze before running back towards the toilet that Remus had taken him last time. He burst through the doors and headed towards a stall and a few moments later he was relieving himself with a happy sigh of relief. Meanwhile back at the compartment, Remus had woken up when the door shut, but he didn’t think anything of it until he realized that Harry wasn’t in the compartment with them anymore. He gasped loudly as he pulled out his wand as he looked around in horror. “Sirius, get up! Where’s Harry?” He asked the sleep leaving from his brain so quickly it was as if it was never there. “What do you mean? He’s right where he was Moony,” Sirius grumbled tiredly, his eyes had yet to open. “Harry is gone Padfoot, what if someone took him? Why did I let myself fall asleep?” Remus said angrily as the man next to him finally opened his eyes only to turn their now childless compartment. “I’ll go search the train, dear Merlin,” Sirius said his exhausted body protested as he stood up. Nothing was going to stop him from looking for his godchild. He wasn’t going to lose Harry, he had just got him back. “Good idea, I hope he’s just…” Remus trailed off as the door to their compartment was pulled opened to reveal Harry Potter staring at them both in shock. “Harry James Potter, where the hell did you go? You know better than to walk out without saying something,” Sirius said quietly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at his godson. He allowed his tired body to fall back on the seat, but his glare never left the emerald eyes that were staring back at his blue ones in shock. Harry for his part was looking like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t have been gone what 5 minutes, and weren’t they supposed to be sleeping?Why had they woken up so quickly? He shook his head as he looked at his serious (no pun intended) godfather. He swallowed hard, his face flushing as he stood there quietly. He couldn’t believe that he was already in trouble, and he hadn’t yet done anything. “Well are you going to answer me or not?” Sirius said a bit louder, allowing a bit of his irritation seep through into his tone. “I…I had to use the toilet, you guys said I could go whenever I needed to,” Harry blurted out before turning his gaze to the floor as he hung his head. Maybe he had been mistaken, maybe he had only imagined that. He swallowed thickly, wondering how much trouble he was now in. How could he had heard wrong? Remus stared at the bowed head with a sigh. “Yes we did, but I also told you to let one of us know when you need to use it, specifically for this reason,” he told him sternly. How could Harry be so careless about this? Didn’t the child understand how serious this situation was? “What reason?” Harry asked softly, though he couldn’t bring himself to look his Professor nor his Godfather in the eye just yet. He had remembered how it felt to have their glares directed at him and he didn’t like it. “You worried us both half to death and we thought someone had taken you against your will,” Sirius said frowning at Harry as if it was obvious. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just you both were sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb you,” Harry babbled worriedly. He was such an idiot, how could be so stupid? He hated how he was always messing up. What if his godfather decided that he was too much work, would he give him back to the Durselys? Would his relatives even take him back? He knew the answer to the latter and once more the answer didn’t began with a y. “We wouldn’t have cared Harry, I would have welcomed it. Next time you will, or you will be grounded mark my words,” Remus said firmly as he stared at Sirius to see if he would dispute his words. He had a feeling that the man wouldn’t, but everyone knew that Sirius was more or less still a child himself. Which made him a bit unpredictable, especially when it came to Harry. “Yes sir,” Harry replied unable to see the exchange of silent conversation as his head was still bowed. He was ashamed to say that he couldn’t summon his Gryffindor courage to look up. He knew by their tone that they weren’t angry anymore but he was still apprehensive about the whole thing. Sirius didn’t care, if anything he welcomed that Remus had laid down the law so to speak. He wasn’t really interested in being someone’s father, so he left the disciplinarian part to Remus like always. It helped that sometimes Remus saw him as still a kid, so he had a feeling this would work out. “I won’t do it again,” Harry answered softly as he took a seat. He sure wouldn’t, he would try his hardest next time to just hold it in. Speaking of grounding it made him curious of how he would get punished here, he knew it would be nothing like his relatives house but he still would rather know the details upfront. “You’d better not,” Remus said in a final tone before he relaxed his stance. Harry sat silently in his seat, turning his gaze to the window as the announcer let them know they had about half hour until their stop. He didn’t look up as he heard the two men in the compartment starting to pack up their things. He felt like a little child, having gotten scolded for doing something they told him was allowed. Inwardly he knew he was being ridiculous he knew the rules before he walked outside of the compartment. All he had to do was tell them, or leave a note on some parchment or something. Harry didn’t bother talking to either man, not that they were talking to him. He grabbed his bag making sure he had everything he brought with him as he waited for the train to stop so they could get off. He stayed quiet as they all climbed off the train, staying close to Sirius and Remus. He had noticed quite early on how they had them shielded from everyone else. He was in the middle of them, but he wasn’t complaining at the moment. He was curious to know where they were staying. All he knew was that it was a Potter house, as Sirius only had dark artifacts in his houses, that he didn’t want him exposed too. Harry wasn’t complaining, after that whole fiasco in the 2nd year, Harry was fine if he never came in contact with a dark item in his whole life. But as Voldemort seem so hard pressed to get him, he didn’t that that was likely. They continued walking until they entered the train station where he stayed with Sirius as Remus went to go get them a car. Harry sat there boredly, wishing that whatever was taking so long would be finished. Just when he thought he would die of boredom, he felt someone gently shake him. He opened his eyes, to look at Sirius who was gesturing for him to get up. “Are we done now?” Harry asked neutrally. “Yeah, Moony has a car for us. C'mon,” Sirius told him as he started walking towards the doors. Harry grabbed his bag and quickly ran after him, not wanting to get left. Even though he was sure they wouldn’t leave him why would he risk it? He yawned as he followed Sirius, glancing at the man curiously as he stopped. It took him a moment to wonder why until he saw the car. He shrugged as he got into the backseat, pushing his bag to the other side as he buckled up. “How long is the car ride going to be?” Harry asked curiously, hoping it would be quick. He was just so excited and wanted to be there already. Not to mention after sitting on the train for the past 5 hours, he just wanted to be up and doing something. Sitting down for a long time didn’t sound fun in the least. “About an hour and a half, maybe more if we have traffic or if we decide to stop for any reason,” Remus told him honestly. “Oh, well we won't have to stop,” Harry told him confidently. “How do you know that cub? You might find yourself needing a wee before we get there,” Remus told him truthfully. Harry blushed but he shook his head vehemently from side to side. “No I won't,” he promised. “Never say never cub,” Remus warned him. Sirius chuckled and though he agreed with Remus he wasn’t getting in it. He just hoped Harry would have the sense to tell them to pull over instead of saying nothing and having an accident. He reclined his seat back a bit, trusting Remus completely. “Well you guys can argue all you want, I'm however going to take a nap,” Sirius told them as he closed his eyes. “Haven’t you slept enough already Sirius?” Harry asked, with a bit of whine in his voice. He had been hoping that Sirius would be able to keep him entertained during the ride. “No, if you remember my sleep got interrupted by someone who decided to leave and not tell tell anyone where he was going,” Sirius said turning around to give Harry a pointed look. “Oh yeah,” Harry said softly, his earlier blush had faded and had gave way to this new one, as he stared at his feet. “Sorry,” “Its fine Harry, you know the rules now and I don’t need to repeat them again. In the meantime I am going to sleep and I'm sure Remus wont mind talking to you,” Sirius told him as he yawned and closed his eyes once more. Harry nodded but didn’t answer as he looked out his window to see them get on the freeway. He sighed as he reached over to grab his book, and soon picked up where he had left off. Harry had been reading his book for about 15 minutes when he too, found himself nodding off to sleep. It wasn’t until the 5th time when he had jerked his head back once more to keep himself up when he heard his Professor's voice. “Just sleep Harry, I'll wake you when we get there,” Remus told him after watching the child fight sleep in the past ten minutes. “I can't,” Harry mumbled sleepily. “And why not?” Remus asked a bit concerned. “Because I don’t want too,” Harry replied weakly. He didn’t want to explain that as soon as he woke up he would need to relieve himself immediately. He wasn’t even sure just how he could explain it without coming off strange. “I don’t care if you don’t want too. You're obviously tired, now I want you to go to sleep. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you'll get there,” Remus told him firmly. Harry made a noise of protest but didn’t have the energy to fight it and soon allowed his body to rest. Remus shook his head as Harry finally drifted off, wondering just why the boy was being so stubborn about staying awake. He hoped it was nothing bad, because they could all use a bit of the break from all the dramatics. He turned the radio on low an continued down the road. He sang along to a tune softly, not wanting to wake up his two sleeping passengers. ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ Harry woke up to the sound of beeping horns, frowning as he realized that his good sleep had been interrupted. “What's going on?” He mumbled tiredly. “A car stopped ahead, and blocked a whole lane,” Sirius told him as Remus had his head out the window in an attempt to hear how everything was going. “How long has this been going on?” He asked as he yawned, looking at the cars around him all at a standstill. “About 20 minutes, we would have been there. Our exit is 2 miles from here,” Remus told him tiredly because he was fed up with what was going on. And this is why he preferred to travel the wizarding way. Harry wiggled on his seat, as he listened to Remus talk. He frowned, as his hand rested on his lower stomach. He wasn’t stupid and he was very much aware that his bladder was ready to be emptied. He sighed, but there was nothing he could do for it. “What happens if we don’t ever move?” Harry asked worriedly. “Trust me we will Harry, it’ll just take a moment,” Remus said surely. “Just relax kiddo, try to go back to sleep,” Sirius suggested. “I can't I'm awake now,” Harry insisted. “Well are you hungry or thirsty? Check inside the brown bag on the floor and grab something,” He told him, figuring food would keep the small teen quiet. Harry shook his head, but he had caught the unspoken hint. Sirius was tired of him asking questions, and he had remembered how tired his godfather had been so he would humor him for the time being and would shut up. He whimpered to himself as he tried to control his squirms, but it was getting progressively worse as he sat there and pretended nothing was wrong. He knew in his heart, that continuing like he was, he was going to end up with a wet seat and soiled clothes. And 13 year olds didn’t do that all. He took a deep breath mustering his Gryffindor courage before he spoke. “Sirius can we stop?” Harry blurted out in the stillness of the car. Sirius turned around to give Harry a look. “We have stopped pup,” he said slowly. “I know, but I mean somewhere else,” Harry replied with a small blush creeping on his cheeks. “Where do you suggest Remus go Harry? We're kind of stuck in the middle of traffic,” Sirius pointed out. “I know,” Harry replied softly, before sighing. He leaned his head back on the backseat, as he wiggled around on his seat. He didn’t know what to do, and for the first time he wished for that spell that Madame Pomprey used to dispel the waste from her patient's stomach. He gripped the sides of his jeans and clenched them tight, his situation was bad and he was anxious for the ride to be over. Remus glanced in the mirror, and found himself turning around in the car to look at Harry in concern. “What's wrong cub?” He asked, his tone making way for Sirius to turn around and look at his godson as well. Harry tried to smile but the grimace only proved to his two guardians that all was not well with their young charge. “Nothing,” he mumbled. “Try again, what's the matter with you Harry?” Sirius asked impatiently, not trying to give into his worry. Harry looked down at his jeans, and his clenched hands before turning to stare at Sirius. He couldn’t keep his silence any longer, he had to speak up. “I need to have a wee,” he said hurriedly. Remus sighed as he looked back at the road. “That poses a problem,” he said carefully. “I thought you said you wouldn’t need for Moony to stop,” Sirius teased. Harry just stared at his godfather, his situation was awful and here the man was making fun of him. “If they hadn’t had traffic, we would have been at the house. And then I wouldn’t have had to say anything,” Harry said in a smart alleck tone. “Watch it kiddo,” Sirius said immediately as he quirked his eyebrow at the tone. “You were making fun of me,” Harry said with narrowed eyes. He couldn’t help it, he tended to get a bit temperamental when he need the toilet. It was a desperate urge, and the more he had to go the easier he got irritated. “I was teasing you, relax Harry,” Sirius repeated as he tried to keep the irritation out of his own tone. Harry huffed as he grabbed his crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t have time for games at the moment. He really had to go and wished the cars would move along. “Can you just conjure something?” He asked about 2 minutes later. “Not in front of all these muggles, I can't oblivate them all,” Remus said, always the voice of reason. “But I need a wee,” he whined desperately “I know you do, but you’re just going to have to hold it,” Sirius told him firmly. “That’s the thing, I don’t think I can,” Harry said softly. He wasn’t exaggerating, and if anything he was downplaying how bad he actually had to go. He hadn’t meant for anyone to hear him but he had forgotten about Remus and his sensitive senses. Remus frowned as he looked at Sirius before doing the same to Harry. “Check in the bag Padfoot, there should be a water bottle in it,” Remus told him softly. “Moony, he doesn’t have to go that bad. I'm sure Harry just doing it for attention,” Sirius said easily. He didn’t honestly believe his godson had to go that bad no if he did at all. And as the boy had just woken up and he didn’t seem like he had to go while he was asleep. “Sirius I don’t think he's joking,” Remus told him honestly. “Moony, trust me I know he is. You were a little boy once, boredom makes you do a lot of things,” Sirius said with a small smile. “I know, and you’re one to talk,” Remus said laughing softly as he remembered the things they used to get up to when they were bored. He shook his head, believing that he had misheard Harry and turned back to the road, they were moving a bit now. It was slow going but it was better then before. Harry whimpered to himself as he held himself as tight as he could. He didn’t want to bring up his need as the men couldn’t do anything for him. He shifted on his seat to try to hold it in a different position. That however proved to be his downfall as he suddenly spurted. He gasped as his bladder contracted. “Sirius, I've gotta go!” He blurted out urgently. All tact about staying quiet had now gone out the window when he realized he was in some trouble. “Honestly Harry, this has gone far enough,” Sirius told him dryly. “But I'm not kidding,” Harry promised before he suddenly closed his eyes as he felt his bladder release. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him and in the car no less! “Sirius I really do think that Harry...” Remus trailed off as he took in the fresh smell of urine that suddenly filled the car. There was no mistaking just who that had come from, not to mention the soft sniffling also gave the culprit away. “Think that Harry what?” Sirius asked in confusion as he looked at his friend. “Just had an accident in the backseat of the car,” Remus finished quietly. He turned around to find his pseudo godchild with his head bowed, he could smell the salt water mixing with the urine smell and he knew that Harry was crying. Sirius's eyes got wide as he took in Remus's words, so Harry hadn’t been kidding at all. He turned to look at his godchild. “Harry?” He called in a soft tone. Harry was trying to convince himself that this was a dream, trying to ignore his wet warm jeans and the fact that Remus could now smell it. He tried to pretend that he couldn’t hear them talking about him. How could he do something like that? He however choked on a sob when he heard his godfather talking to him. Hadn’t the man just told him that he was pretending? Harry was kind of hurt, but he had no one to blame but himself. He just had to be extra careful for the rest of the summer. “Kiddo, are you okay?” Sirius asked gently. “I'm fine,” Harry mumbled as his jeans started to cool. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that the impending pressure was now gone, even as he knew that he had disgraced himself. “I'm sorry I didn’t believe you,” Sirius told him apologetically. “Uh huh,” Harry murmured softly. He didn’t believe that apology at the moment all he could feel was hurt. How dare Sirius not believe him? Just like Uncle Vernon he had needed the proof of Harry having an accident to never doubt his words again. He buried his head into his shirt and continued to cry softly. “I really am pup,” Sirius pressed albeit gently but firmly. “Let him be Siri,” Remus told him softly. He knew how the small boy was feeling and knew that he needed his space for the time being. He shook his head, knowing that Sirius wouldn’t doubt him again as he drove the rest of the traffic filled freeway to their exit. He pulled off and headed down on the correct street. “We'll be there in a minute Harry, and then you can clean up,” Remus told him. “Okay,” Harry whispered. Remus sighed as he took in the tear filled expression of the child in the back seat. He hoped this would be the only discrepancy, this summer. But that was wistful thoughts of a war and werewolf survivor. He knew that Harry had some trust issues, he just hoped that he and Sirius would be able to correct them. Because right now at the moment, they only seemed to be making it worse. He shook the thought away as he pulled up to a gate. He sighed before turning back to Harry who looked like he was trying to become one with the seat. “Come here cub,” Remus requested gently. Harry was unsure of what the man wanted but since they had stopped he opened his door and jumped out, his wet pants rubbing against his legs. He stood in front of the man's open door giving both men a view of his wet pants. “Wow you really soaked yourself,” Sirius muttered before he was given a glare by Remus. Harry hung his head unable to look at his godfather. He was never that grateful for magic then he was at that moment when he felt the cleaning spell and his jeans were as if nothing had happened. He swiped his hand across his face before turning his red rimmed eyes to Remus. “Thank you,” “No problem cub,” Remus said before instructing him to prick his finger and place a drop of blood where it was required. As the gate opened, Remus gave Harry's hair a ruffle. “Welcome home,” he said gesturing for Harry to get back into the car as he drove through the gate and towards the manor.
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    Here are some male desperation sightings that I can recall from a few years ago when I was at school. Our school had quite a strict policy on toilets – they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked during break, lunchtime and after school had ended. Teachers would usually let people go during lessons but not always, so it was not uncommon to see desperate students rushing to the loos after lessons had ended. One guy I was mates with (I’ll call him Adam) would put off going for a piss all day if he could. However, sometimes he needed to piss so badly that he had no choice but to relieve himself, especially as he had a long bus journey to school in the morning, and would always drink a lot during the day including a cup of tea before leaving his house. During one morning break, someone was punching him as a joke and he said ‘Ohh don’t, I’ll piss myself’ and reached down, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his school uniform trousers. He held on for a couple more minutes, and just as he turned to head towards the boy’s toilets, the bell rang for the next lesson. He sighed and turned around, walking towards his class in the opposite direction. After that hour-long lesson had ended, I saw him walking quickly to the toilets gritting his teeth. He saw me as I walked past and said ‘Back in a sec, I’m dying for a piss’. He was very tense and red-faced, and looked as if he was close to soaking his pants. He met up with me a few minutes later, looking much more relaxed. Another lunchtime, towards the end of it, we were standing around chatting and I noticed that Adam couldn’t stand still for a second. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, bouncing on the spot, pulling his waistband away from his bladder, and his hand kept drifting towards his crotch, not quite holding himself but he was clearly dying to grab himself through his trousers. He looked absolutely bursting, and after a couple of minutes he obviously decided he couldn’t hang on any longer. He moaned out loud and said ‘I need a fucking piss!’, squeezing his cock for a second before turning around and walking very quickly towards the loos, bent over slightly as he walked. He must have been very desperate to go, as he’d been hanging on for well over 5 hours at that point and had been drinking a large bottle of fruit juice earlier in the day, not to mention his morning cup of tea. One afternoon, we had PE, the last lesson of the day. During the warm up exercises and stretches I noticed that Adam could hardly stand still, and seemed to be absolutely bursting to go. After the stretches, we were told to jog around the gym. I noticed Adam speaking to the PE teacher, who shook her head and told him to start jogging with everyone else. He did as he was told, but was jogging much slower than normal. I asked him why he was jogging so slowly and he said quietly ‘I really need a piss, I haven’t been all day and Miss won’t let me go’. For the rest of the lesson we played volleyball, and at one point somebody tripped over. I saw Adam point at them and laugh, then when he thought nobody was looking, he moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock hard through his PE shorts for a few seconds. He was fidgety for the whole lesson, constantly shifting from foot to foot, crossing his legs and I saw him hold himself a few more times through his shorts. After the lesson ended and we got changed back into school uniform, he had to go and catch the bus and didn’t get chance to go for a piss. He must have been absolutely dying by the time he got home. In another PE lesson, again the last lesson of the day, we were taking turns on the trampolines. Whenever Adam’s turn came, he passed it up and let the next person go instead. We were standing next to each other and I could see him shifting around, dancing from foot to foot and bending forwards with his hands resting on his crotch. He was obviously desperate to piss and hadn’t relieved himself all day, so bouncing up and down was the last thing he wanted to do! People soon realised that Adam kept missing his turn and started telling him to get on. The teacher overheard and told him that he had to take part in the lesson. Reluctantly, he climbed up on the trampoline, bounced a couple of times and did a ‘seat drop’, which involved bouncing on the trampoline in a sitting position, which must have been very difficult on a full bladder. He then climbed off despite only having been on a few seconds, moaning slightly under his breath as he stood back in his position next to me. He quickly reached down and gripped his cock through his shorts for a second, gritting his teeth. He realised I’d seen him squeezing himself and said ‘I’m actually gonna piss myself.’ He had to hang on for the rest of the lesson, but luckily for him he managed to avoid having to bounce on the trampoline again. I also remember seeing someone else desperate during another PE lesson on trampolines. As soon as his turn finished he walked quickly to our teacher, who was mid-conversation with another teacher. As he waited for her to finish her conversation, he was shifting from foot to foot and bending over, occasionally squeezing his cock through his tracksuit bottoms. Some of his mates had noticed this and were laughing at him, and the guy seemed very embarrassed and red faced. Eventually the teacher noticed him and he asked her if he could go to the toilet, struggling to stand still as he spoke. She initially said no, but he said ‘Please Miss I’m desperate!’, stepping from foot to foot and bending forwards. She realised he was genuinely desperate and said he could go, handing him the keys to unlock the toilets just down the corridor. He came back a bit later looking red faced but relieved. During one outdoors PE lesson, we were stood around waiting for the teacher, who had gone to get his keys to unlock the shed where all the equipment was kept. One of the lads I was stood with said ‘I might go for a pee behind the shed’ and gave his cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly. We laughed at him and told him he was bound to get caught, but he said ‘I don’t care, I’m desperate for one, I’ve been holding it in for ages’. He stood fidgeting for a while before deciding he’d have to go for one, but just as he started to walk towards the shed he saw the teacher coming back with the keys. He came back looking anxious, realising he’d just have to hold on until the end of the lesson. He spent the rest of the lesson looking increasingly desperate, wishing he’d gone for a pee while he had the chance. At the start of lunchtime, I was dropping my bag off in our form/homeroom classroom when two classmates walked in, I’ll call them Jack and Alex. Jack was fidgety and in a hurry, and was stepping from foot to foot quickly. ‘Come on I need a pee!’ he said as he put his back down, and Alex said ‘So do I but I don’t have time, I’ve got to go to a detention’. Alex stepped from foot to foot once and they both walked out. Later on that afternoon, I was sat next to Alex in a geography lesson. He was clearly still in need of a pee as he looked flustered and red-faced. He was bouncing a knee rapidly up and down and I could tell he was desperate. He somehow held it through the rest of the lesson and eventually must have got home and had a very relieving piss. I also saw Jack desperate once during a science lesson that was the last lesson of the day. Half way through the lesson he mentioned that he ‘needed a pee’. A few minutes later he stood up and his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he had to hold himself for a few seconds through his grey school uniform trousers. I laughed and he jokingly hit me. ‘It’s not funny, I need a pee!’ he said, looking anxiously at the teacher. Another guy in the class called Michael noticed this and told us that he needed to go as well, but our teacher wouldn’t let him. A little while later, Jack and Michael were both standing around waiting to get some equipment from a cupboard. Jack was shifting from foot to foot, bursting for a pee, and Michael asked him if he was desperate. Jack said he was ‘really desperate’, and Michael said ‘yeah me too’. As they waited, Michael made a frustrated ‘mmmmmgghhh’ sound and gritted his teeth, pushed his thighs together tightly while leaning to the side. Both of them were very fidgety all lesson, and towards the end Jack could barely sit still, constantly bouncing his legs under the table. When the bell finally rang, Jack stood up and gave his cock a quick squeeze before hurrying out of the room to the toilets, closely followed by Michael. After a long assembly just before lunchtime, we were stood around chatting when Jack came hurrying up to us looking very red-faced. 'I need a fucking pee but the toilets are locked!' he said laughing, bending forwards and holding himself before dancing from foot to foot. He stood around fidgeting for a couple of minutes before hurrying off back to the toilets to wait for a teacher to come and open them. During an afternoon IT lesson, a guy in the class (I’ll call him Sam) asked our teacher if he could go to the toilet. She refused, as Sam was known as a bit of a troublemaker and had been caught wandering round the school before when he should have been in lessons. He pleaded with her, saying he was desperate and really did need to go, and that he’d come straight back, but the teacher was having none of it. Sam looked really frustrated and ended up wandering round the classroom, complaining to anyone who would listen that he was ‘bursting for a piss’ but he wasn’t allowed to go. At one point he wandered towards the door, but the teacher got there first and told him to sit down. He shifted from foot to foot, asking her again to let him go for a pee as he was desperate, but she refused to let him leave. He ended up sitting back down, complaining to the girl sat next to him, who had been watching all of this with amusement, that he wasn’t going to do any work because he was ‘desperate for the toilet’. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Sam hurried towards the door before the teacher had dismissed us. She told him to go back to his seat, but he just said ‘Sorry Miss I can’t wait!’ before hurrying out of the room.
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    These pictures are a bit old and I took them back then to send them to someone, but I've decided to upload them to celebrate the fact that I now own exactly one pair of casual pants my size. Seriously. I need jeans. I've been trying to make a decent video ever since, but I always ended up being out of frame or with really odd lighting. Not sure if I should bother.
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    https://www.poopeelife.com/members/lillian-durst/media/ (formerly wetpantsboy; not that the name is any better). The car ride holding video is fantastic. 12 minutes of fun. I'd expect her to post more in the future so you may want to revisit this every once in a while.
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    Well....um...finally got around to making a new video. I did something a little different. trying to focus on a game while being desperate...and unfortunately for me, I didn't make it...But fortunately for you guys, you all get to see. To be honest, this video didn't come out the way I wanted to. But it was suggested none the less by a few people. *IF YOU ARE NOT INTO:* (Y'all should all know this by now but -shrugs-) Black OR dark-skinned people wetting -side eye- girls wetting overweight people wetting or amateur wetting This video is NOT for you. Y'all been warned, so don't be complaining about what I mentioned above. ------------------------------- Screen shots: Download:video games.wmv
  10. 1 point
    I really enjoy desperation games both at home and work... The adrenaline surge is very focusing. I always make sure that I pee before I leave the house or work so that I don't embarrass myself. Until last night. I worked in the office Friday and being in IT I'm constantly racing around. Between the three bottles of water two cups of tea and the 5hr energy I had through the day I was absolutely desperate.. Bursting by the time it was time to leave. 10 minutes before I would normally leave and pee I received a support call and spent an hour on the phone and decided to skip the loo and drive the 20 minutes home. As I walked out outside I walked into -20C temperatures and my bladder lurched. In a 3 second span I went from complete control to the first spurt of pee wetting my boxers and jeans. Every step pure torture. I got into my car and turned the heat up but by bladder spasmed all the ride home my jeans pushing on my bladder the entire way.. I stayed dry or as wet as I was until I got home. Getting out of the car and grabbing my laptop bag caused the second wave to darken the front of my jeans an steak my left thigh. I made it inside and after dropping my laptop to the sofa got to the washroom and peed forever.. My wet boxers and jeans cold on my leg as I steadied myself and aimed my stream. My first true accident since I was a kid.
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    This was something happened while I was driving to a hotel in another state for an audition that I had the next day. Let me state that very rarely do I ever get desperate in pubic, and it was the closest I have even to wetting myself outside of where I live. It is also hard for me to use public restrooms, since I get pee shy and cannot go if someone else is in there with me! Though I am lucky to have an average size bladder and can hold it well enough on most occasions, but nonetheless let's get the show on the road. The hotel I was staying at was about a four and a half hour drive from where I lived, down mostly interstates and country highways. (My phone originally said three and a half hours!) I went to the bathroom before I left, which is something that I always do no matter how much or how little I have to go, and the only drink I brought with me was my water bottle full of water (It holds about 16 oz.) During the first hour and half of travel, I was sipping casually from the bottle. I started to feel a very slight pressure, which then led me to decide to hold it for the rest of the trip, refusing to use a toilet until I reach my hotel room. Within the next half hour, I finished the bottle of water in a few big gulps. The pressure got a little worse, but it was not enough for me to consider even going to a bathroom. I would say it was about a 2 or 3/10. I was about half-way through with my trip when I had to take a detour through some back country roads at and across the state line. I was starting to get hungry, but I took a few wrong turns and ended up avoiding any fast food places. I eventually found a small country store that would work. I bought a bag of chips, since liquid travels through me much quicker on an empty stomach, and a 12 oz. bottle of Country Time Lemonade. There was also a bathroom that I could have used, but my need was not that great. Over the course of the next hour, I continued to drive while I ate and drank. I finished the lemonade about an hour away from my destination, drinking it in the course of about thirty minutes. My bladder was finally starting to get a little full, staying at about a 4/10. I was a bit disappointed by all this, and I was worried I was going to make it to my hotel before I would start squirming. As a side note, the roads through the countryside were all very beautiful, especially the sunset! The last thirty minutes were absolutely hell. The sugar in the cheap lemonade hit my bladder like a rock, causing my desperation to reach about a 7/10 just as I hit the very busy freeway. Naturally, there was no way I was going to stop to relieve myself with so many cars were going past, even if it was dark. I was constantly checking my gps to see how far away I was. It was hard to drive, but I eventually found a position that, while slightly uncomfortable, allowed me to hold it in without having to grab myself. I was about fifteen minutes away, and I could feel the liquid pour into my filling bladder like a waterfall. Never have I experienced such sudden desperation! I was squirming in my seat as I drove. Since I was wearing rather tight jeans, I could not hold onto myself from the outside, so I had one hand in my pants grabbing myself. I was getting closer, but my relief felt so far away! I was constantly saying to myself things like "I need to pee so bad..." or "This is bad... I might not make it..." A desperate fifteen minutes later, I finally make it to the hotel. I got out of my car and grabbed my backpack and instrument, trying my best not to make it look too obvious that I was about to wet myself. When I got into the lobby, there were two guys that were checking in, what luck! There was no way I was going to close or cross my legs, nor was I going to hold myself in-front of people. (Curse my dignity!) So I paced around the very small lobby, trying to take my mind off things. I was able to regain my composure as I picked up my key and found out where my room was. I had to go to the third floor, so I decided to take the elevator. I was at about a 9/10 as I was waiting for it. Lucky for me, there I was nobody on it, and I was able to get to my room and put my stuff down. This isn't the end of the story though... I decided to hold off the sweet sweet relief just a little bit longer, despite being absolutely bursting. I decided to head back down the stairs and back out of my car to get more stuff. There was nobody in the stairwell, so I was able to hold myself for most of the way out to the car. Since my car is so low, I had to bend down to get the stuff out. As my hands were full, I started to leak into my underwear since I couldn't hold myself. I was lucky that my underwear was thick enough that none showed on my jeans. I went back into the hotel and decided to take the elevator back up. Unfortunately there was someone else in there! I was trying my best to keep calm and still, but I was constantly shifting back and forth on my feet. He did not mention it at all, but he must have known that I was desperate. He got off at the second floor and I got off at the third, almost running to my room. Another large leak of pee escaped my bladder, as I threw my stuff on the bed. I was at a 10/10, and there was no way I could hold it in anymore. I quickly made my way to the toilet and starting taking off my pants as my bladder gave way. I was lucky that I was able to get my pants and wet underwear down fast enough before the torrent was released. I must have been in-front of the toilet for a good minute and a half to two minutes. Something that almost never happens to me! When I finished, I breathed a deep sigh of relief and changed into some other clothes, washing my underwear in the sink. Good thing I brought another pair! So yeah, that is the most desperate I have even been in public. It has always been something I have wanted to do, and maybe in the future I will have enough confidence to do it again. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed my struggle!
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    warning nudity* Explicit Content https://vid.me/u/butimagoodgirl
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    I have a pretty interesting story that happened to me and my girlfriend in middle school, this took place in 8th grade. One day during spring break I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to ride around the park on our bikes, and she said yes. It was a sunny warm Saturday. We rode around on our bikes for a while until we saw a bench, we put our bikes down next to it and we sat down. She asked me if we can go home soon, I asked her why. She said she was just tired. We sat there and talked for a while, we talked about school. I noticed that she was squirming In her seat. I asked her if she was ok, and she blushed and said "I need to go to the bathroom". I told her we can ride back to her house and she can go there. While we were riding back there was a car accident on the street we usually go down to our houses. So we decided to take a path through the woods to go around to her house. At one point we has to carry our bikes over this river, I carried mine over and I noticed she was struggling with her bike. I took her bike and carried it to the other side, I took a quick glance behind and she had her hand in her crotch, I quickly looked back cause I didn't want to embarrass her. She complained to me "Justin, I really need to pee, let's hurry up." We started to pedal faster to get home, but the trail got slightly bumpy, each bump we hit probably made her desperation even worse. She started to speed up, I told her to stop and slow down, but she didn't and I tried to catch up, she was to fast. She hit a bump and went flying off her bike, I raced over to her and helped her up. She banged up her leg pretty bad, so she walked instead of using her bike. I had to pull two bikes and have her lean on my shoulders, so we didn't travel to fast. She occasionally would let out a whimper sound because of her leg, and her need to pee. When we were close to getting out of the woods she told me that she was about to burst, and she couldn't hold it anymore. I told her to go behind a bush or a tree. She told me she wouldn't be able to because she wouldn't be able to squat down cause of her leg. I asked her if we should try to run to her house and I could carry her, but he said she wouldn't be able to make it. She blushed as her face got pale. I asked her what was the matter, and she told me she peed a little. She told me that she had to pee right now and she couldn't move behind anything cause she would pee herself before she got there. I didn't know what to do or what to say, and she was about to pee herself. She blushed heavily and told me that I would need to hold her up while she went. Even in 8th grade I had the fetish for pee and desperation. I was getting turned on by watching her holding it in. She yelled "I CANT HOLD IT ANYMORE, JUSTIN HOLD ME UP" her face was bright Tomatoe red and so was mine as she pulled her pants off showing her panties and her bottom, I didn't pay attention as she leaned back into me and we both fell over. I heard her start to cry, thinking she got hurt. But I heard I faint hissing sound as I noticed that my shirt was getting wet. She told me "I..m so sorry." I was completely turned on, my girlfriend just peed all over me. I told her that it was alright and I wouldn't tell anyone. She hugged me, still in her wet panties. I think she could tell I was turned on by it so she gave me a little smile and kissed me. We got a little frisky with each other from there (: nothing crazy though cause we were in 8th grade. Tell me your stories and tell me what you think of mine!
  14. 1 point
    OMG!!! This video nearly made me lose it! The wet panties, the hot pee trickling out and filling up the glass, washing it pour in, splashing down..... *crossing legs so tight!*
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    I have another favourite memory involving my friend Shelley from when we were aged 11 and 12. To be honest I've got quite a few of them if anybody's interested in hearing about them. I'm hoping this thread doesn't die, there's dome great stories here. Next door to Shelleys house was a large paddock. It used to house stables, but they were gone, and it was used for storing old pipes and machinery and was fairly overgrown. One thing we liked was "The Maze". There was a heap of large, C shaped pieces of metal, like large pipes cut in half, and randomly placed in a rough circle facing into each other. Like brackets if you will ((( ))). You could run around inside and not see more than 6-7 feet in front or behind you at any time. As they were randomly placed, there was gaps leading into the other rows. We played a game we called "Zombie." It was basically a cross between hide and seek and chases. One person was the zombie, and had to keep moving but not running. They would constantly walk through the maze but couldn't run or stop. The others just had to get away. It meant that you were constantly running around a never ending series of blind corners and of course the zombie could be there at any time to catch you. One day we jumped the fence with Shellys older sister Simone, who was about 14. Simone usually didn't hang out with us, because we were "little kids" and she was a teenager, much more mature than us. Supposedly. But she must've been bored that day. Once we were in the paddock, I went behind some old machinery and had a pee. I still remember Shelley saying that she should've gone to the loo before we jumped the fence, but she would wait awhile. Sin one told her she should go back, or "You know what will happen." But Shelley refused, saying it wasn't bad, but she just realised a slight need to go when she saw me disappear for a pee. Now this time Shelley wasn't showing any tell tale signs of need at all. And by this stage I knew her well enough to tell. She would always do a leg cross, or put a hand on her crotch or bend at the waist or something, but not so far this day. She seemed quite fine as we started our game. On this day she was wearing a pair of faded black jeans and a stroppy sleeveless pink top. We chased each other around, and due to the solo nature of the game I didn't see her urgency build up into any outwardly noticeable signs of desperation at all, even though I was aware of her need and was watching for it. My turn as zombie started, and I started marching through the maze. I was walking around the outside when Shelley emerged from an opening right in front of me, but walking backwards. She must've heard me, but wrongly thought I was behind her in the maze. I quickly grabbed her on the back of her shoulders and yelled "ZOMBIE!!" really loud. She screamed. She also immediately crossed her legs and bent forward at the waist while making a whimpering sound. She stood up and announced " Oh my god. I need to do a wee NOW" as she started doing a running hunched over shuffle towards some bushes. As she disappeared behind them, I turned to Simone and said "Let's sneak up on her" Someone said not too, just leave her alone, but I wasn't going to miss this's opportunity. I snuck up to the bushes and peeked over. Shelley had her back to me and was squatting down with her jeans down and her bare butt sticking out. I honestly didn't notice her butt at all though. What I did notice was her holding her bright pink panties, ( with green trim!) out in front of her while she was examining them. They were soaked. They were drenched in the crotch, and there was a big wet streak up the front as well. She must've been already peeing heavily in them as she tried to pull them down, resulting in her peeing all through the front of them as well. I was aware of a strange sensation happening in my own crotch area, and while I didn't quite understand why, I new enough to realise I was sexually aroused for the first time. At least the first time that I understood what was happening. I didn't say or do anything. Just turned around and crept away back to where Simone was standing. I was wearing jeans too, and was aware of my boyhood standing to attention in the front. But a quick sly adjustment hid that ok. "Did you see her"? Simone asked. "No. I couldn't sneak up on her enough to scare her" came my reply. Shelley emerged shortly afterwards. She had a slightly sheepish smile on her face, but seemed unconcerned. Not wanting her to know that I had seen her, I asked her if she had peed alright. She laughed a little and replied " I sure did pee!" Her sister looked at her and pointed to her leg. "You just wet yourself again didn't you?" "A little bit" "With Shelley a little bit means a lot" her sister informed me. "How badly this time Shell?" Shelley lifted the front of her top and opened her legs a bit. There was a wet streak going halfway down to her left knee, and a large wet spot on the very front of her jeans, just like if she was a boy who had had an accident. "When you grabbed me I did a big squirt, then when I got behind the bush I started going before I could get my jeans undone" she told me. "I couldn't stop. " My head was spinning. This girl had wet her pants in front of me again, and again she was showing me and telling me about it. I asked her if she was going home to change. "No. It's ok. These will dry out soon." Her sister was mad. "No she won't change. It doesn't bother her wetting her pants like a baby. She'll wear her smelly wet clothes all day, won't you?" She almost yelled at her sister. Shelley replied "What's the big deal too you? It was an accident! And it's not like you've never wet yourself before! Remember at the shop with mum that time?" Now that was interesting. I was intrigued, but never heard that story, dammit! "Yeah. But I don't piss myself like a lazy little baby because I can't be bothered going to the toilet like a grown up!" After saying this Simone stormed off. Then added "I'm gonna tell on you!" Shelley yelled back "Because you're so mature?" I calmed her down and asked her what would happen next. Shelleys parents weren't home, so she wouldn't get told on until later, and she wasn't concerned either. I had seen her openly admit wetting herself to her mother before, and her mother didn't make a big deal of it. She suggested riding our bikes around the street for a while to make her pants dry quicker, which we did, and it worked. And I don't think Simone ever told on her sister either.
  16. 1 point
    Probably my favourite childhood memory of wetting is this one. I'm sure this experience is what formed my latter interest in things wetting and holding related. It's a completely true recollection. As a kid I was always very aware of other kids showing signs of desperation, and if another kid wet their pants I would be like a deer caught in the headlights, just completely transfixed by it. I had seen (and experienced) my share of accidents, and for some reason was absolutely fascinated by it. By age 12 I had stopped wetting my bed and needing a nappy or trainers to sleep in, and hadn't wet my pants for over a year, at least accidentally. I did like to pee myself on purpose though, but would only do it when swimming or playing outside in my bathing suit or similar while I played with the hose or the like. Puberty hadn't started yet, and it wasn't a sexual thing, but I just loved wetting myself when I could get away with it. The idea of a genuine wetting accident happening while dry was a horrible but still strangely appealing thought though. One day a new family moved in across the street, and I noticed they had a couple of girls. One who looked about my age, and one a bit older. So a week or so later, after school, I'm riding my bike up and down the street and noticed the younger girl playing on a trampoline in the back yard. I stopped and waved, and she invited me into her yard. Her name was Shelley, and she was 11, a year younger than me. We hit it off pretty well, and soon we were bouncing together and talking 100 miles an hour as we got to know each other. She'll was wearing dark navy blue corduroy stretch jeans, we used to call that style "bubble gum jeans" for some reason, and a light blue t-shirt. She was barefoot, and her feet were pretty dirty. I was still in my school uniform of blue collared shirt and grey shorts, but I took my shoes off and left my white socks on. We sat down for a break, and she told me that she had started going to my school just this past week, but was 2 grades behind me. I was in year 6, and she was in year 4. I realised then that I had probably seen her at school, but didn't recognise her till now. As she was telling me her story, we sat Indian style facing each other with our legs crossed. I noticed that on occasion she would put her hand in her crotch and pull on her jeans a bit, like she was adjusting them or something. After our break we decided to have a somersault competition. Now Shelley did gymnastics and could use the trampoline pretty well while I was a complete novice. She said she would go first and show me how to do it. I got off and watched her bounce. She bounced a couple of times then flipped forward in mid air landing on her butt with her legs out. She immediately put her hand between her legs again as she slowed down and stopped. That's when my radar first went off. She needs to pee I realised but didn't say anything. She got off so I could have my turn. As I bounced I was aware that she was standing there with her legs crossed at the ankles. Apart from that there wasn't any other obvious signs. I tried to do my flip but failed miserably, not even turning over but landing face first instead. She cracked up laughing and suddenly bent over at the waist with her ankles still crossed and her thighs pressed together while she laughed. I was laughing as well, but was also acutely aware of her holding on. "Do you need to wee or something?" I asked "Yeah. But I can hold on a bit longer." Came the reply. "Why not run in and go? I'll wait here." "No. It's ok. I should've gone inside a while ago. If I go in now mum will make me stay in" she replied. "Are you going to get in trouble?" "No she knows where I am. " she then pointed at the back window of the house and I saw her mother in the kitchen washing up. She told me she would have to go inside soon though as it was getting dark. She got back on the trampoline, and we started holding both our hands as we bounced, trying to make the other person fall over. Soon it happened, and we both tumbled over laughing like idiots. As we stopped, she was still giggling. She put her hand in her lap again and remarked "That was funny. I think I wet myself. " She gave a squeeze and said "I did. I just wet my pants!" I looked at her lap but couldn't see anything in the growing darkness. "No you didn't! If you did you would be able to see it!" I replied. "You can see it. Look! " She then opened her legs and showed me a very wet crotch on her jeans. "See. It starts here, goes down here, and back up to here" she said as she traced the large wet spot with her fingers, showing it off almost with pride! I was stunned. I asked her if she was going inside now, if she would get in trouble, how or why it happened, did it happen often etc. etc. Almost giving her an interview over it. She was really calm about the whole thing. She wouldn't go inside because she'd have to stay there, she wouldn't be in trouble "because it was just an accident", it happened sometimes when she bounced on the trampoline, and it was no big deal. It was a big deal. For me at least. From there the subject of wetting ones pants had started, and we shared stories of ourselves and others. I even told her about how I had wet the bed until the previous year, and I never told anybody that. Soon after her mum came outside and called her in. We got off and as she walked in front of me I could see her butt was soaked. There was nothing on her legs though, as her bladder had emptied when she was sitting down. She made no effort to hide it from her mother, just casually ran up to her and introduced me to her. I said goodbye, and as I wheeled my bike out of their driveway, I heard her say in a real matter -of-fact tone, " I wet myself on the trampoline again mummy!" "Don't worry about it. You're having a bath tonight." Was the only reply. That first real encounter of seeing a girl wet her pants has stuck with me since.
  17. 1 point
    Please show us where this is indicated in the rules. I see no problem with explicit content as long as it is labeled as such. It's hidden from your view. I don't know why you have such a problem with this.
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    When I was in high school, I was a competitive Nordic skier. This is not necessarily a sport that lends itself to many girls wetting themselves, as some sports might (Triathlon for example) But I still ski to this day and over the course of these years I have seen and or heard of a fair number of skiing related wetting instances. One of them I have already relayed to you, see my story on my friend who wet herself during and actual ski race. Another, which was the first one I witnessed I’ll tell here today. Where I went to high school was in a fairly rural part of New England and we had to travel quite far to get to some of our ski races. One mid-winter day we were headed to northern New Hampshire (a three hours drive away) and left way before dawn at around 5:30am. Most of us slept for most of the bus ride, but the driver did stop at a convenience store for some team members to get coffee or go pee. I didn’t leave the bus because I didn’t need to go, and while I was still there I noticed one girl, let’s call her Kelly, was still asleep and didn’t even know we had stopped. Well, we got going again and about 45 minutes from our destination Kelly woke up rather abruptly with a pained look on her face and leaned over to me telling me she had to pee. I informed her that we had already stopped, and that we would be there in half an hour or so, and would she be OK? She responded quite angrily – admonishing me and most everyone else for not waking her when we stopped. As we approached our destination Kelly began to look more and more uncomfortable. She was sitting in weird positions in her bus seat, actively holding her crotch and groaning as we went over the numerous frost heaves that dot New England roads in winter. I should probably pause here and describe what she was wearing. For Nordic ski races you wear a ski tight spandex/lycra suit. So on her legs she just had these tight colorful tights and up top she had on several layers, including a winter coat. Now as we pulled into the venue our coach stood up at the front of the bus and told us all to remain seated. Kelly moaned then stood up and started to walk down the buss aisle waving at the coach – he told her to sit down, they’d just be a minute. She reluctantly obliged, but probably less than 30 seconds later she was back on her feet trying to move to the font of this bus. This time she made it no more than two steps though, before crumpling into a pretzel shape and squatting low. From behind her on the dark bus I could just see the pee rushing from her spandex onto the floor of the bus as she squealed “Shit, I’m peeing myself!” Kelly stayed down in that squat until her bladder appeared empty, then she stood stiffly and walked back to her seat. Our coach carried on as if nothing had happened because I don’t think he could really see. When we finally got off the bus Kelly was very professional about it and all of us were friends so no one teased her or gave her a hard time. But she couldn’t take the tights off because she had to race in them – so she wore them for the while rest of the day! Our uniforms were fairly dark so other people couldn’t tell. I always wondered what those “bodily fluid clean up kits” on school buses would be used for, now I guess I know!
  19. 1 point
    From my failed attempts at making videos. I would tell you all about it, but I really didn't do anything interesting. Peeing my jeans in my room finally got boring after a few years, which is why it's time to shoot videos of me doing it and upload them on the internet. Obviously. I'm terrified of the day when semi-public wetting seems as boring to me as wetting indoors does now.
  20. 1 point
    Same, I've missed writing it, I'm so glad you've decided to stick with it though!
  21. 1 point
    Yeah, he's pretty sweet little cuddly thing. I'm so glad you liked it!
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    ​Hey, it's been a while and I apologize for that. I was more focused on my rps these passed few months, but unfortunately they're dissipating and the ones left are not consistent anymore so I need another outlet or I'll go stir crazy. I have a thing for Deaging Fics, so I thought I would try my hand at one. So here it is, enjoy. Chapter 5 Harry woke up the next more in a good mood. For one he wasn't at the Durselys this summer and for two he had the best night of sleep he had ever remembered. It was his first official day at the house and he couldn't wait to reconnect with his parents. After he had showered he made his way back to his room to get dressed, frowning at the state of his clothes. He only had 2 sets of decent clothes, one set was courtesy of Ron and he had worn that yesterday, the other set was what he had managed to find in the lost and found this past year at school. Although how someone lost a pair of pants was beyond him, he was grateful for it. He dressed, grimacing at the rags at the bottom of his trunk, wondering if they would get a chance to visit Diagon Alley soon. He needed clothes asap, the last thing he wanted was his godfather to see them, can you say embarrassing. Deeming his attire appropriate he pulled on his shoes before heading downstairs. He wasn't expecting breakfast to be on the table given the time, it was only just turning 7, but he should have guessed it would be given that he had met one of his house elves yesterday. As it was the table was loaded with the amount of food he was used to seeing at Hogwarts and he grinned before he eagerly took a seat. He frowned as he realized something else, his godfather and Professor were no where to be found. Were they still sleeping in their rooms? Was he allowed to eat even if they weren't here? He wasn't sure of the rules of this house just yet and he didn’t want to do something stupid and mess up before they got a chance to do anything. He licked his lips unconsciously as he sat there, his stomach growling in response as he refused to grab anything. He had to jerk back his hands a few times, annoyed with himself when he caught himself reaching for a piece of bacon. It would be beyond rude to just eat when his guardians weren't here. Not to mention that was forbidden, he had learned that from staying with his relatives. Harry swallowed thickly before he forced himself to scoot back from the table and stand up. He knew it was easier to resist temptation when it was staring you smack dab in the face. As he made to move away from the table he froze when he noticed his Professor standing in the doorway with an unreadable expression on his face. Harry's eye's widened, his face taking on a deer caught in the headlights look. Remus for his part was floored, he had woken up earlier when the boy did. His senses always made sure of that. He had initially followed the child to the kitchen as he figured he could at least keep him company since Sirius was still asleep. Which worked perfectly because Sirius needed as much rest as he could get it. He had been horrified and confused when he saw the boy sitting at the table but visibly refraining himself from eating. What had he been waiting for? And now he looked like he had been up to no good, but Remus knew that wasn't the case, what was going on? “Oh...um G-good morning Professor,” Harry stammered out, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Had Remus seen him almost touch the food, was he going to be in trouble with the man? Remus sighed as he shook his head, and walked further into the kitchen. “It's just Remus cub remember, ” he told him gently. Harry shook his head in denial, he had no idea what the man was trying to pull but he knew that wasn't correct. He vaguely remembered his Uncle pulling this trick on him and once he had called him by his first name(against his own judgment mind you) He had been thrashed severely. His Uncle made sure to beat into him, respect for his superiors, and elders. And he tried to keep true to that, well Snape didn't count, the bastard. “Yes Harry, just call me Remus. I'm not your Professor anymore,” he said kindly. “No sir, I cannot do that,” Harry said quickly. “And why not?” Remus asked frowning slightly. “Because..it's not right,” he stressed out, unconsciously wringing his hands anxiously. “Okay, well think of something because you're not going to be calling me Professor all summer,” Remus told him with a smile. “If you say so Professor,” Harry replied softly. Remus refrained from saying anything to that, as Harry seemed on edge as it was. “Why haven't you eaten?” Harry froze, having not been expecting that question. “Because...no one was here,” he stated carefully. “That's fine actually, for breakfast that's okay. We're all going to wake up at different times. If the food is on the table in the morning and we're not here, there is no need to starve yourself. You may start without us,” Remus informed him. “Okay, thanks,” Harry said happily as he retook his seat, at least he knew this rule. Remus stayed silent, he was getting more bad vibes about the situation and he longed to talk to Sirius about it. But something was definitely not sitting right with him about Harry and he would no doubt get to the bottom of it. Breakfast passed by quickly, Sirius hadn't woken up to join them and Remus wasn't the least bit concerned. He needed his rest as he had told the child. As it was he and Harry went looking around the Manor as he was sure the child could find something to occupy his time when the adults had to do something. And he was right, when just off the kitchen was a Potion's lab, and Remus saw that Harry surprisingly looked eagered to try it out. As they went to checked out the place, Remus took in the obvious excitement on the boy's face and shook his head. “Now Harry, I only have one rule about this lab. You can make potions and anything else you want as long as they aren't dangerous. However the rule is you cannot do any of that, if I or Sirius are not down here with you. So many things can go wrong with Potions, and we don’t want anything to happen to you,” Remus told him seriously. Harry sighed loudly, the man really worried too much. “I'm almost 14 sir, I know how dangerous potions can get,” he told him trying not to get too annoyed with the over-protectiveness that came with guardians f. This was all new and a tad annoying if he was being honest. “Exactly, your still a child and potions is a very dangerous subject. I will not budge on this subject Harry and if I find in anyway that you disobeyed me, you will be punished,” he promised him. “Yes sir,” Harry grumbled out as he went to check out the ingredients cabinet to see what was in store. He wasn't stupid and wasn't at all eagered to learn just what his punishment would be. ~**~*~*~A Few Days Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A couple of days went by and soon found Harry ignoring Remus’s warnings about being in the potion’s lab alone as he headed to it. He wasn’t worried about the man catching him as it was the about 2 days until the full moon and Remus was still in bed sleeping. Harry felt a bit guilty about taking advantage of the man’s weakness but it was fair. They were staying in his house and he wasn’t allowed in the potion’s lab without an adult. He was almost 14 years old, he didn’t need a babysitter. What he wanted to do was prove that this upcoming year to Snape that he wasn’t a dunderhead. He had seen the man around a cauldron and he was brilliant and Harry couldn’t help thinking that he might want to do that. It would be easier to succeed in potions if said greasy git wouldn’t be breathing down his neck just waiting for Harry to fail. How in the heck was he supposed to learn with that type of pressure over him? The man made it impossible for him to even grasp anything but the basics of potion making. He had grabbed a potion’s book he found in the library and walked in the lab and closing the door behind him. He knew the house elves wouldn’t rat on him unless he was in danger and as he didn’t plan to do anything dangerous his secret would indeed be safe. Harry took a seat on a stool and looked through the book for a potion that seemed interesting. He found himself getting enthralled with a shrinking potion, already imagining the things he could get into if he was small. It was a 5th year potion but as he was going into his 4th year he didn’t think it mattered all that much. All that mattered was following the directions and he was sure he wouldn’t muck that up. Making sure the page was marked he headed to grab the cauldron and the ingredients to make the potion. He would show Remus that he wasn’t a baby and that he could do this. Harry took a breath before he started working on the potion; working more diligently then he had ever done before. As he made sure to slice the ingredients the correct way, he didn’t realize that he had to constantly stir the potion. There was a spell to enchant the rod to make it so but it wasn’t taught until this upcoming year. It was of no consequence that when he got near the final step it was a deep burgundy red instead of the lavender purple it should have been. Harry sighed in agitation trying to see where exactly he went wrong. As he moved to dump the cauldron out, he tripped on one of his unlaced shoes and down he went onto the stone floor. He landed with a hard thud, with the cauldron splashing its contents on him. As it was still fairly warm, he found himself unconsciously screaming as the potion burnt into his skin, before his eyes clouded over with darkness and he knew no more. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Sirius bolted up out of bed as he heard the ear piercing shriek echo around the manor; who he recognized to be Harry. Grabbing his wand from under his pillow he ran out of his room intending on heading to Harry’s room with he was stopped by a house elf. “Little Master is not in his room,” Winkle said wringing his hands in agitation. “Well where is he? Is he hurt?” Sirius as panic welled into his chest. “He’s in the potion’s lab, he tripped and the cauldron he was carrying fell on him. Miffy is with him now, but something is wrong with young master,” Winkle replied in a rush. “Fuck, take me to him,” Sirius demanded as he held out his hand, his heart beating frantically in his chest. Merlin he hoped his godson was okay. “Right away Master Black,” Winkle replied before grabbing the man’s hand and disappearing with a pop. Sirius found himself blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the barely lit lab, his eyes on the boy who was lying on a bed that probably wasn’t there in the first place. He could see Miffy healing the burn wounds on him, but he was sure something else was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he could swear that Harry had shrunk. The boy was already small to begin with but now he didn’t even look like he could pass for 11. Was he seeing correctly? “How is he?” Sirius asked rushing over to the bed. “Young master is alright, Miffy is helping him,” Miffy replied as she rubbed burn salve on the child's body. “What was he making?” Sirius asked as he gently ran his hand through Harry’s hair. He was so angry with his godson and he was definitely getting in trouble for this but at the moment he just wanted him to wake up so he could hug him before yelling him for being so irresponsible. He stilled as he realized he sounded like a parent, but he welcomed it and didn’t try to push it away. The little boy had long ago wormed his way into Sirius’s heart and he wasn’t letting the little bugger go without a fight. “A shrinking solution, but he went wrong somewhere,” Winkle replied as he pointed at the still open book, not to mention the unused ingredients still on the table. “He didn’t swallow anything did he?” Sirius asked with dread in his stomach. “No he did not,” Miffy replied before stilling. “You don’t need to drink the potion for it to work,” she said as her wide eyes caught the child on the bed shrinking before her very eyes. “What’s happening to him? Harry?!?!” Sirius yelled as his godson shrunk from the small 13 year old child he was to that of a small child, who looked in his opinion to be about 3 or 4 but he couldn't be sure. He couldn’t think of anything, as he was sure his godson was shrinking out of existence and he felt so powerless to stop it. He wasn’t sure what happened, but the next thing he knew his body was swaying as he blacked out a few seconds later. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When Harry woke up, he wasn’t exactly sure of where he was, only that it was early morning as the sun was peeking through the window to the right of him. He was in the biggest bed he had ever been in, with a man with black hair he could vaguely remember seeing once before, laying down next to him. The man seemed to be sleeping, so he didn’t want to wake him. He turned his head to see another man sitting in a chair by the bed. This man had brown hair wa slumped down in his arm chair and Harry mused that had never seen someone look so tired while they slept. He didn’t know where his relatives were and didn’t really care. The last thing he remembered was his Uncle promising to punish him after he turned his teacher’s hair blue. He still wasn’t sure how he managed to do that, and why they blamed him. At the moment, he was only focused on one thing and that was the pressure in his small tummy. He grimaced as he looked around, he didn’t know where the bathroom was in this house, nor if the people who lived here would let him use it. He knew he couldn’t hold it very long especially after waking up after a nap and whined a little bit trying to get the black haired man’s attention who was lying next to him. “Siw, pwease wake up,” Harry whined as his hand snaked down underneath the cover to hold himself. He frowned as he reached over to shake the man, hoping he wouldn’t regret this. He would never do this to his Aunt or Uncle, but Harry felt rather safe at the moment; though he couldn’t figure out why. Sirius twitched but he didn’t wake, as Harry shook him. He didn’t know it but his godfather had been slipped a calming draught laced with a sleeping potion as when Remus had found him he had been hysterical. He would wake up; it would just take a little bit more then gentle prodding to do it. Remus for his part was jilted out of his doze to find himself looking at wide, fearful green eyes staring back at him. “Hello Harry,” Remus said kindly so as not to startle the poor child, still unable to believe what he was seeing. “How do you know my name?” Harry whispered frightened as he pushed himself back against the headboard fearfully. “I was friends with your parents,” Remus explained kindly. “Weally?” Harry asked in disbelief, the fear in his eyes were quickly replaced by curiosity. “Yes really,” Remus confirmed with a soft smile. Harry was about to ask what his mum was like when he suddenly had to bend at the waist as he remembered just what he was doing. He didn’t have time to sit here and talk, not unless he wanted to end up wet in a few minutes. “Harry are you alright cub?” Remus asked sitting up instantly, thinking the potion had another side effect, even worse then the de-aging. “I hafta go potty,” Harry exclaimed desperately as his eyes flashed back up to the man. “You have to what?” Remus asked in confusion, trying to decipher what the hell the child had just said. “Potty, I hafta go potty now,” Harry repeated as he squirmed on the bed. “What do you mean?” Remus asked, not at all familiar with the term Harry was using. It wasn’t really a surprise as his only friends had been murdered and thrown in jail. His known state as a werewolf, made everyone either shun or fear him. He hadn’t had the chance to be around young children and though they would be looking for an antidote for this mishap he would enjoy it while it lasted. Harry stared at the man in shock, who didn’t know what potty was! Everyone had to go potty sometimes. He whimpered as he tried to pull the covers back, but he was tucked in. “What is it cub? How can I help?” Remus asked standing up looking at the child in concern. “I hafta go potty wight now!” Harry all but yelled, effectively waking up Sirius who was next to him. “Merlin, why are you yelling so close to my ear? Moony would you shut the kid up and take him already,” Sirius said grumpily as he placed the pillow over his head. “Padfoot that’s Harry. And I don’t know where exactly to take him,” Remus said frowning as he looked at his friend. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked getting worried now. Sirius rolled his eyes, though the effect was ruined by the fact that he had a pillow smashed in his face. “Moony; are kidding me?” Sirius asked dryly. “About not knowing what potty means? How could I? I’m an only child, and I have no experience with children younger then 11,” Remus said frowning, as he took in the distressed look on Harry’s face. “I’m gonna potty on mysewf,” Harry announced before bursting into tears. “Remus take him to the toilet,” Sirius said ripping the pillow off his face as he stared at his godson. He was quickly making sure he wasn’t hurt, and thankfully he wasn’t but Sirius wasn’t blind to see that Harry was in a right state. “So potty means the toilet?” Remus said reached down and hurriedly picked up the still dry child. “Basically, or in this case I'm pretty sure it means wee,” Sirius said glad to note the bed was still dry. Remus nodded before turning and making a beeline for the bathroom, making it there in record time. He set Harry on the floor, unsure if the child needed help or not. He watched him all but yank off his bottoms before trying to get onto the toilet. Remus frowned as it was just too tall for the de-aged Harry to do so. “Let me help you…” Remus started before he stopped as the strong smell of urine suddenly penetrated his sensitive nose. He quickly pinched his nose shut to look at the small child accidentally peeing on the floor. “I’m sowwy, I was howding it fowevew and I couldn’t anymowe,” Harry wailed as he had an accident all over the bathroom floor. He couldn’t believe how close he was to the toilet and yet here he was peeing all over the floor. Harry was horrified, he hadn’t had an accident since he was four. He was a big boy now, and he had messed up the man's clean bathroom. He only hoped that the man wouldnt be too angry with him. He flinched slightly as he looked up and saw the man holding his nose, and he sniffled sadly. It was going to be just like with his relatives then huh? “That's quite alright Harry, accidents happen,” Remus said calmly as he took a small breath and removed his fingers from his nose. He could see the way the boy was looking at him and he didn’t want Harry to think that he was disgusted with him. He was sure at this age that Harry didn't know about his affliction. “I'll cwean it up, I pwomise,” he said hurriedly hoping to save himself from punishment. “There's no need, I'll do it,” he said easily as he pulled out his wand and gave it a wave. The mess in the bathroom was soon cleaned up and Harry's clothes were once again fixed. He noted the child in question had yet to say anything in regards to that and when he turned to face him, he himself froze. Harry looked afraid, and he didn’t know why. “You'we a fweak too,” the little boy whispered out fearfully. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “A freak? I'm not a freak Harry, and neither are you,” Remus said sternly. “But you awe, you did a fweaky thing!” Harry said his eyes wide, he know what he saw. “Oh Merlin, the Durselys were wrong, whatever they said. What I did was magic and that is not a freaky thing,” Remus said firmly, trying to keep his anger in check. He had known something was off with Harry regarding his relatives these past few days, but the boy had brushed it off. “Magic isnt weal!” Harry shrieked out before he tore out the bathroom, intent on hiding. He was going to be in so much trouble when his Uncle Vernon found out about it this. Remus for his part was floored and it took him a minute for his brain to catch up with everything that just happened and by then Harry was gone. The manor was huge and he knew that the child could be anywhere. Sighing he quickly hurried back into the bedroom where he had left Sirius to find the man, stretching. “Where's Harry?” Sirius asked as he slipped on his house shoes. “I'm not sure, I said something about magic and he flipped out, and ran away,” Remus said quietly, feeling wretched as it was. “Damn it, Hagrid had said something about his ignorant relatives telling him nothing of magic,” Sirius said frowning as he pulled out his wand. “That's going to scare him then, you should put it away,” Remus told him softly. “I need to preform a point me spell. And anyway Moony, he's got to get used to magic. He can't be afraid of who he is,” Sirius pointed out before quickly hurrying out the room. Remus nodded and shook his head, allowing Sirius to handle this. He had other things they needed to have taken care of. He headed down to the potion's lab, he hadn't had a chance to do it earlier as he needed to take care of Harry and Sirius but now was just a good as time as any. Quickly scavenging what little potion he could into a vial, he closed it and placed and unbreakable charm on it, before hurrying back out. He needed to know if Harry had been brewing correctly and how long the effects this potion might have on him. And as much as he hated to go to the man he was discreet and they needed that, in the case of the boy-who-lived. Quickly writing a note informing his friend where he was going, he flooed to Headmaster's office in Hogwarts intent on getting to Severus. He was sure anyway that Sirius would be able to handle Harry. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It didn’t take long for Sirius to find Harry, he had taken refuge in a closet in a random room. After reassuring the boy that he wasn't in trouble and not about to punished the little boy finally crawled out from his hiding spot. Sirius knew they needed to talk, to see how old the boy was and see if he could figure out all of this. Something wasn't settling in right with him, in regards to Harry's behavior and he didn’t like it. “So Harry, how old are you?” Sirius asked conversationally. “I'm fwive,” Harry said proudly. “Oh wow, your a big boy then,” he replied with a bright grin trying to put the child at ease. “Yeah I am, I go to school too,” Harry told him happily. “That's good, listen Harry I need to talk to you about something. Now don't run away as I'm not going to hurt you and there is no wrong answer to this question. Why do you think magic isn't real?” Sirius asked carefully. “Because Aunt and Uncle always say its not weal,” Harry replied easily. “What if I told you that they were wrong and magic is real?” Sirius pressed. “I don’t know, is it because of dat fweaky thing that Wemus did wiff his stick?” Harry asked softly. “Yes, but what Remus did was magic. It wasn't a freaky thing, as he isn't a freak. And neither are you for that matter,” he informed him. Harry gave him a skeptical look, looking at the man almost blankly. He was sure this was some kind of trick. Growing up with the Durselys, meant that imaginative stuff meant a beating if he ever talked about it. “How do you know for suwe?” He asked softly. “Because you're parents Lily and James were my best friends, and you are their son. You are not a freak, none of us are,” Sirius said firmly. “You we're fwiends wiff my pawents too?” Harry gasped out in disbelief. “Yep, James was my best friend. And I'm your godfather too,” Sirius said proudly. Harry stared opened mouth at the man, unsure of what godfather was but feeling strangely elated nonetheless. “What does dat mean?” He asked eagerly, feeling at ease. “That you get to live with me from now on,you never need to go back to your relatives,” Sirius promised. “Coow!” Harry cheered out before he covered his mouth with his hands worriedly. “Sowwy!” Sirius only laughed. “It's fine kiddo. I'm never going to get mad at your for being overexcited,” he said easily. Harry couldn't believe it, he hoped this all wasn't a dream. Because if it was he never wanted to wake up. “Remus went to go take care of something so it's just you and me right now. Now I'm hungry and I can bet you are too,” Sirius said conversationally. Harry bit his lip worriedly as he gave a small nod, unsure of himself again. “Good, let's go eat. One of your house elves have probably gotten breakfast already ready for us,” Sirius said cheerfully. “Elves awe weal too?” Harry asked with a gobsmacked expression. “They are, and they're very nice,” Sirius told him easily. Harry nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. He held the man's hand tightly as they headed into the kitchen. He didn't see anyone once they got there, just a lot of food on the table and his eyes bugged out. How many people were eating? “They always go overboard, at least you know here you will never starve,” Sirius said watching the boy's face carefully. Harry's eyes took on a surprised look. How had Sirius known about that? He didn't reply to to is, simply bounced in his seat as he let his godfather set him in his chair. He sat on his knees watching hungrily as food was loaded onto his plate. “Fanks!” “You're welcome, now dig in kiddo,” Sirius said as he served himself and sat down to eat. Harry did just that, wishing with all his heart that this wasn't a dream. He ate heartily as he chatted with the man, knowing he could definitely get used to this.
  23. 1 point
    You've returned!!!!!!! *Holds her breath hopefully*
  24. 1 point
    I am going to finish it, I just need to finish Summer with Snape first, and that story has 2 chapters left.
  25. 1 point
    Thanks, I'm glad I posted it here where I wont get judged for writing about you know what lol. Thanks