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  1. Here is a story which I have written recently, hope some of you like it. Anne was a keen netball player at school, playing in the first team and also at County level. When she went on to college at 18, she continued to play in the college league and her friends and social life developed around the girls with whom she played in the college team. Often after matches at the weekend there would be partying and drinking and flirting with boys. One of the things that Anne and some of the other girls in the team had found was that while they were running and jumping around on the netball court, if they were in need of a wee, they would sometimes find that they accidentally wet themselves a bit, which in medical terms is called stress incontinence. The girls in the team were wearing a team strip of maroon coloured polo shirts and short pleated netball skirts, with maroon coloured cotton knickers, white ankle socks and trainers. Often when they came off court at the end of a game several of the girls would have a darker coloured damp patch to their cotton knickers beneath their skirts, where they had wet themselves. If it was only a small amount then, if it was ever noticed by a casual onlooker, this could be put down to perspiration after a hard game. In the changing rooms afterwards the girls would talk openly about this happening, and would laugh amongst themselves about wetting themselves while playing, often not even noticing at the time that it happened. Anne had found the she was beginning to wet herself regularly at almost every game and so had decided to wear a thin panty liner while playing, to hide the fact and avoid any embarrassment. At one of the weekend parties Anne had met a boy, Alex, and after a while they had begun dating. Several months passed and, although they both took things slowly, as they really got to know each other the relation became more serious and they fell in love. Alex came to quite a few netball matches to cheer the team on and then went on to the after match parties with the girls and their friends and partners. He soon began to overhear some of the girls, when they had had a few drinks, talking about the fact that they would sometimes wet themselves while playing. If there was a queue at the toilets later in the evening, after a few drinks there would even be a few bawdy comments by some of the girls along the lines of ‘ …Oh I can’t be bothered waiting, I might as well just wet myself again like I did in the game!’ followed by gales of laughter. Later when they were together Alex asked Anne about the comments he had heard and she told him all about the girls who sometimes would accidentally wet themselves while they were playing netball. Alex was quite turned on by this, and Anne went on to tell him that it now happened to her quite often, and she had started to wear a panty liner while she was playing as a result. Anne noticed that the whole conversation had seemed to get Alex really turned on, so she asked him why. He then said that he had a secret sexual fantasy which he had never shared with anyone else, and asked that she promise not to laugh when he told her. He thought for a few moments and then said that in his fantasy he imagined being with a girl who became desperate for a wee and, after holding on for as long as possible, couldn’t help but wet her knickers while she was with him. Surprisingly there was no thunderbolt from the heavens after he disclosed this fantasy, and Anne wasn’t bothered by it at all. The following week he was invited around to Anne’s house, just the two of them for a quiet meal and a few drinks. After a while they were getting quite passionate, and Anne asked if Alex would like her to dress up in her netball strip, since Alex thought that Anne looked really sexy in her polo shirt, short pleated skirt and ankle socks. When she came down Alex’s heart nearly stopped, Anne looked so gorgeous. While they carried on drinking Anne began flirting with Alex, striking sexy poses and flashing her knickers under her short skirt and laughing. Anne then began to look mysteriously at Alex, and said ‘What would you say if I told you I was getting really desperate for a wee, and I really should go to the bathroom?’ Alex thought for a moment and then responded ‘I don’t want you to go to the bathroom yet, I want you to hold on.’ Anne smiled and carried on dancing around in front of Alex for a few more minutes, but then crossed her legs and began jigging around. ‘Right now I'm absolutely bursting to have a wee,' is all she says, 'I really am going to wet myself in a minute if I don’t go to the bathroom.' Alex’s legs are trembling, and he says ‘ I don’t want you to go to the bathroom just yet.’ Anne looked deeply into Alex’s eyes and said ‘ If I can’t go to the bathroom and I am desperate for a wee and can’t hold on any longer, do you mean that you want me to wet my knickers,’ Alex looked at her ‘I do want you to wet yourself now, like you do sometimes when playing netball.’ ‘Or like I did when I was a little girl?’ said Anne. Anne crossed her legs and held herself with her hand, ‘Oh I’m nearly doing it, I really can’t wait much longer.’ Then she walked over and sat on Alex’s knee, with her arms around his shoulders. ‘It’s easier to hold it when I’m sitting down’ she said, ‘But I am going to wet myself any minute if you really want me too, I can’t wait much longer.’ ‘I do want you to’ said Alex. Anne gave a short cry and thrust her hand between her legs. There was the tiniest hint of a darkness that is even darker than the maroon colour of her knickers spreading over the material in between her legs. She pulled her knees together and then apart as far as they will go once, twice, three times, and the dark patch of dampness began to glisten and spread. ‘Oh heavens, I can’t hold on, I’m wetting my knickers,’ she said. The wetness slowly spread, soaking her knickers and Alex’s trousers as Anne began to let go her full bladder, as she wet her netball knickers and skirt sitting on Alex’s Knee. By now they were both so horny that they had to finish the evening by making passionate love, and then soaking in a hot bath together..
    4 points
  2. I wrote this on the spur of the moment. I'll probably do some revision soon. Comments encouraged! ++++++++++++++++++++ She told me I'm too goody-goody in the bedroom. Most of the time she wants a gentleman but once in a blue moon she's in the mood for something else. "I want you to hurt and humiliate me and we'll have fun!" were her exact words. She elaborated with a list of things like dog collars and horse whips but my fantasies were headed in a different direction. I came up with a naughty plan but didn't tell her the whole thing at once. I said we'd carry on like it was a normal day but she had to follow my rules. She didn't know where things were going but she was ready to play along. I told her to change into something nice with a short skirt and we'd go out. "The first rule is you have to swallow anything I tell you to." I demonstrated by taking out a juice box and inserting the straw between her shapely smiling lips. "You can nullify this and all other rules by telling me the safeword," I added as she sucked on fruit juice. She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to ask one question. "Do you pick it or do I?" She choked with laughter when I said the safeword was "burst." We needed groceries so that was the first thing we did. I promised her things would get more interesting. She was perky and optimistic. When we carried the bags to the car I made her stop to perform a favor. I took a water bottle out of the plastic and pointed it at her mouth. "Swallow." She looked annoyed but unscrewed the cap and started drinking. "Faster!" I said. I got a kick out of watching the muscles in her neck work as she glugged it down. When she finished she was struck with a look of embarrassment. Some people were staring at us. "Another!" I commanded. I was gonna make sure more people stared. "Drink this one like you're dying of thirst." I took off the cap and physically stuck the neck of the bottle into her face. She drew back a bit then eagerly wrapped her lips around the plastic. She made exaggerated sounds of quenched thirst as she drank the water so quickly and sloppily that some of it ran down her neck and made her top wet. "Good girl!" We continued to the van. At home she started walking to the bathroom before the groceries were put away. I grabbed her wrist. "Uh-uh-uh!" I scolded. "That's the second rule. No going to the bathroom without asking me for permission." "Can I have permission?" "Not yet." After we'd put away the groceries she asked again. "No," I answered again. "How do I get permission?" "You'll find out." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. "Good girl! You can't go to the bathroom though." Her enthusiasm was waning but she perked up again when I said we should go on a romantic picnic. She wasn't hungry yet so I suggested we take a long walk to work up an appetite. I used the bathroom before we left. She just stood outside the door with her arms crossed. We selected a picnic site and packed everything up and took to the bike trail. I spotted the bathrooms before she did. "I know what you want," I said and I motioned to the silhouette of the woman in the dress. "Yes I want it," she said. "Do you really need to?" "I do." "Then you need to ask." "Can I go to the bathroom?" "That's poor grammar." "May I go to the bathroom?" "Still not right." "May I please have permission to go to the bathroom?" "No." I had something else in mind. I took hold of her hand and led her to the drinking fountain. She started to struggle when she noticed where we were headed. "You have to swallow," I reminded. "Really?" "That's the rule. If you're sick of funny rules you know what to say." "No I won't use the safeword. I want to see how this plays out even if it's no good." Once she relented I was able to bend her knees and press her head down to where her mouth could receive the stream of water. I turned the knob and made sure she got a nice long drink. "People are looking," she whispered accusingly when I released her. She used her wrist to wipe away the water that was running down her chin. "They think you're hurting me or something." "Then explain it," I whispered back. "Try to sound frisky." "Don't mind us," she said to the elderly couple who were walking by. "We're just playing." "That was nice," I said. "You got the flirtatious sound without laying the sexiness on too thick." "Now may I have permission?" "Not yet." Before long we were at the picnic spot. We were both pretty hungry by then but she had a more urgent need. I could tell by the way she was skipping and hopping around as we set down the blanket and got the food ready. "What do I have to do to go to the bathroom?" "I'll tell you later. Try not to ask so often." "It's hard not to!" "Don't get testy." We sat on the blanket. She fidgeted a little but got comfortable and seemed to forget her need. We had a nice dinner and didn't talk about bathrooms. I was sure to remind her before we packed up. "Do you want more to drink?" "No." "But you'll drink it anyway. Watch while I pour." She snapped her legs together and shuddered as she watched the thin stream of yellow liquid slowly flow into the clear plastic cup. "Those are such nice liquid sounds," I teased. "Wouldn't it be great to hear that happening under you while that shapely bottom of yours was perched on the comfortable horseshoe seat of a public toilet?" "What do you want me to do?" she asked in a desperate tone. "I'll do anything. Not literally anything but..." she trailed off as she shifted into a different sitting position. "I won't let you use the bathroom here but you may use the one at home." "That's a long walk," she complained as she uneasily stood up. "What's the matter? Think you'll have an accident?" "No." "Did you already have an accident?" "No!" "Why don't I check?" I only brushed her leg but she jerked away forcefully. "No!" she repeated in a more playful way. "I bet the seat of your panties is all wet." "No!" "Then show me." We ran around a bit and once more attracted attention to ourselves. I brought the chase to a stop by saying "I can make you drink the rest of the lemonade." "No! There's most of a liter bottle left!" "Show me your panties or I'll make you swallow every drop." She spun around and flipped up her skirt and her white cotton underwear caught the bright summer sunlight. "See?" When the skirt fell and she stood up straight again she noticed a woman with two little kids was looking at us wide-eyed. "Sorry! I got a little too frisky." "Good girl!" I said to my red-faced sweetheart. "This is no good!" she said in a not so frisky voice as we were walking back home. "What did you want?" "Something kinky." "That's what this is." "This isn't what I asked for." "You asked me to hurt you." "Yes!" "Well doesn't it hurt?" I asked as I motioned to her crotch. "Yes but that's not it." "You also asked me to humiliate you." "Exactly!" "But aren't you humiliated? You've made a few scenes in public." "Yes but it's not kinky." "I think it is. I'll tell you one thing I'm having fun." That was about when we passed the other set of bathrooms. "What do I have to do to go to the bathroom? Flash my panties again?" "No." "If we go over into the woods I'll flash my breasts." "I still won't let you use that bathroom." "I'll flash everything! I'll take off my panties. I'll bend over a tree trunk. You can go to town! Just please let my go to the bathroom!" She accentuated the end of the sentence by stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. It was a natural motion because her legs had been jumping and dancing around a lot lately. "You'll use the bathroom at home." "That's such a long way to walk!" "We'll take a shortcut." The shortcut took us to a babbling brook. "You jerk! You're doing this on purpose!" "Of course." "Where's the bridge?" "We can step over this creek." "You've gotta be kidding me!" "Just a hop." "I don't think I can do it." Her legs were plastered together and she was rocking from side to side. "Then I know what to do." I put the bags down and walked to her. "What are..." she stopped saying words and let out a shrill squeal instead as I hoisted her up off the ground. "Are you all right?" I asked the woman in my arms. "Yes." "Still dry?" "Yes! Just carry me across the creek already!" I did and then I crossed over again and back for the bags. She had her hands over her ears. "Can't stand the sound of flowing water?" I asked as I took her hands by the wrists. "You're touching me so much today," she said. I was starting to feel like I'd gone too far but then she took my hands and pulled me close to her. "Don't stop." I could feel her squirm uncomfortably as we hugged. "It's not that far to get home," I said. "I'll race you! We'll each take one bag and if you get home before me the rules are all null and void." "If you get home before me?" "Then you'll need permission to enter the house." She didn't stop to think about it. She just ran. I've never seen those legs work so hard. But my legs are longer and stronger. I was waiting on the back porch as she trotted up panting and shaking. "You must be parched. Have some more lemonade." She didn't fight it but she wouldn't put her hands on the bottle. I fed her like a baby as she laid on her side. "That's enough," she said after swallowing about a quart and standing up. "No it's not!" I grabbed her around the waist and made her sit on my lap on the steps. "If I have an accident it's gonna go on you," she pointed out. "That's a risk I'm willing to take," I said as I inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth. This time she was the one who noticed we were being watched. As I lowered the empty bottle she hollered "We're just being lovey-dovey!" to our neighbors across the street. "Good girl!" "May I use the bathroom in the house?" "Not yet." "How do I earn permission?" "Keep being lovey-dovey." I sat on the porch swing and invited her to take a seat next to me. She sat down and leaned over and practically melted to my body. She kissed me all over my head and neck and ran her arms up and down my body. I've never seen (or felt) her so lively before. Her legs were kicking in the air. "Good girl!" I said when she slowed down and put one hand between her legs. "You have permission to enter the bathroom." She shrieked in delight. "You may use the toilet once you perform one final act." "No! What? Oh whatever let's just go inside." She ran in place as I took out my keys and unlocked the door. She ran to the bathroom and waited inside. She had an urgent look in her eyes as she stared at the toilet without a word. "What do I have to do?" she asked as I came in with some old towels. I covered the floor in case of an accident. "You can use the toilet after I do." "That's all?" "But you have to watch. Get down on your hands and knees. There's a good girl." She was on one side of the toilet staring at the bowl she desperately wished she was on top of. I stood on the other side. I felt a little silly about what I'd planned but I still followed through. I unzipped my fly and opened the seam in my boxers. The look on her face when I pulled out my manhood assuaged my embarrassment. "I've gone too long without seeing that," she said. "The toilet?" I asked with a smile. "I meant your penis but that's true too." She changed her position so she was sitting with her legs crossed and both her hands pressed between her thighs. "I've got a feeling between my legs that's killing me and I don't know how much of that is one thing and how much is the other." "Good girl!" "I'm not just saying that you know." "Get back in your stance. Your legs have to be apart and your hands have to be on the floor." She obeyed. "Good girl," I said again as I began relieving myself. I'd had a long wait too. I didn't mean to make a sound but I exhaled loudly as the pressure in my bladder dropped. I heard other sounds that weren't coming from me. My lover squeaked and then whimpered softly. Those sad longing eyes were focused on the jet of liquid I was emitting with such pleasure. It hissed against the side of the bowl and made deep rumbling liquid noises as it turned the water yellow and foamy. I managed to stop moaning but she started. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she let out this long pained sound. All four of her limbs trembled. My stream kept going strong. She had a while to wait. "You can always say it" I reminded. "I've waited too long to quit," she said in a voice somewhere between a sob and a whimper. "Keep going." I did and boy did it feel good. It was just winding down when she made me jump. "It's coming out!" she screamed. There were a few drops on the towel below. I was so startled I lost control of my direction and made some drops of my own. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. "Good girl! Still in position." My bladder had attained a comfortable feeling of near-emptiness so I cut off my stream. "You're such a good girl you have permission to pee in the toilet!" Before the sentence was over she was sliding her panties down her thighs. There was a dark yellow spot shaped like a figure eight but the rest of the cotton was white and dry. I offered my hand and she took it. I pulled her off the floor as she glued her thighs back together and thrust her other hand in for good measure. A golden drop was hanging off one of her knees at the end of a long liquid trail. More spots had appeared on the towel and new ones were showing up by the second. When she neared a standing position I saw two more drops slide down from behind her hand. The flesh was white she was applying so much pressure but something was still leaking through. Between her efforts and mine we managed to get that pert little bottom of hers onto the toilet seat. I put my penis away and zipped up. She moaned again and the volume and feeling were now multiplied by ten. But even the pleasureful sounds coming out of her lungs couldn't muffle the liquid sounds coming out of her bladder. She went at that toilet bowl like a sandblaster. The hissing was intense. So was the roar of the urine rushing into the toilet water. It was like the rapids of a wild river. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She had an expression of utter pleasure that I've never seen on her face. Not in such good lighting at least. Once her moaning abated she opened her eyes and noticed the extreme interest I was taking in her body and the liquid flowing from it. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so I could take in the view. I've fired urine off that forcefully a few times in my life but I never thought I'd see that kind of pressure from a woman. It was like a raging golden waterfall. "Oh God! I thought my bladder was going to burst inside me!" she said as her stream slowed. I was staring at our combined output. I've never seen toilet water so yellow. "Thanks for not saying 'burst' before we were done. I'm sorry I made you suffer for my gratification." "Are you kidding? I loved every minute!" "That's impossible!" "I was acting...to some extent. Thanks for the lovely day." "It was a lovely day," I concurred. "It'll be a lovely night too if you're in the mood."
    4 points
  3. This afternoon I had a very close call at the hairdressers and I thought I would share with you guys. I don’t usually do much with my hair on a day to day basis, it usually just gets brushed or put in a ponytail if I go out to work or go shopping. I only ever do my hair nice if we are going out somewhere special. The only other time my hair is done nice is after I get it cut and the hairdresser styles it for me. The last couple of days I have kept thinking my hair could do with cutting as it was getting long and quite thick so I decided this morning as I had nothing to do today I would go get it cut. Alice said she would come with me as her hair was getting the same way. We chilled out this morning until about 11 o’clock and then we headed down into town to meet Matty and get some lunch. We went to our favourite coffee house and had some lunch and were there for just over an hour. I had a cup of coffee with my lunch and then got another one whilst we were sat chatting. When we finally left Matty headed back to work and Alice and I wandered around town working our way towards the hairdressers we usually go to. When we walked in we sat down and picked up some magazines to flick through whilst we waited. There were three people sat waiting before us but there were two girls working so it wouldn’t take too long. One by one the people were called up until there were only me and Alice left waiting. About half an hour had passed since we arrived and just as I was going to pick up another magazine one of the girls appeared and said she was ready. Me and Alice looked at each other and she said I could go first. As I stood up I felt a jolt in my bladder and I realised she was getting quite full. The two cups of coffee and the cups of tea I had consumed during the morning were taking effect. I walked over to the sink where she was standing and sat down. I leaned back into the sink and she turned the shower head on. The sound of the water made my bladder jump and I realised I was more desperate than I first thought. I was around 4 when I sat down but the sound of the water and moving around had pushed me up to 6. She washed my hair and then led me over to the chair. She put the gown on me and asked what I wanted. I told her and as she was getting her tools together I saw Alice in the mirror sitting down at the sink. She started doing her thing on my hair and we began chatting. As she worked my bladder continued to fill and I was trying to squirm or fidget because I knew if I did she would just ask me to sit still. After 10 minutes the coffee was really taking effect on my bladder and I was busting for a pee. Unable to squirm I could only bounce my legs. This helped a little but not enough to ease the pressure I was feeling between my legs. I continued chatting trying to remain composed and not show I really needed to pee. By now Alice had been brought over to the chair next to mine and she had joined in the conversation which was good as it was more distraction. As time passed the pressure continued to grow until I had no choice but to push my hand up my skirt and press between my legs. Had I been able to squirm I would have been okay but this was the only way I could help ease the pressure on my pee hole. Luckily I had the gown covering me so nobody could see what I was doing. Despite doing this my desperation continued to grow quite quickly and after another ten minutes had passed I was full to bursting and almost wetting myself. I was a solid 9 and rising to 10 and getting dangerously close to having an accident where I was sitting. I just sat there urging her to hurry up. After a few minutes of doing this she put her scissors and comb down and asked if it looked okay. I looked in the mirror and admired her work. She had done a good job and I thanked her. She walked over and grabbed the hair dryer and began drying my hair. My legs were bouncing like crazy as I fought desperately to keep my knickers dry just a little longer. Waves of desperation were washing over me and suddenly I felt pee shooting down towards my pee hole. I clamped my hand tightly against my pussy to stop it but I felt a drip dampen my knickers. Luckily I don’t feel embarrassed about wetting in public, it's a major turn on. I just didn’t want to wet myself right there in the hairdressers leaving them a mess to clean up. Even though I didn’t want that i was getting really close to doing just that. Now that the drips had started I was unable to stop them. My fingers were pushed against my pee hole, rubbing to ease the pressure but every so often I felt wetness on them as my pee slowly escaped into my knickers. I lost count of the number of drips that I had lost, I was just thankful they weren’t leaks. I was brought back to reality by her taking the rubber neck protector off me. I suddenly realised she was about to take the gown off me and I had to take my hands out from under my skirt, otherwise it would look kind of weird, like I was masturbating or something. I clenched my muscles tight and took my hand away. A few drips escaped but nothing major and I was thankful I was able to keep control. I quickly flattened my skirt down as she pulled the gown off and walked over to the counter. I stood up making sure to keep control of my pee hole that was now threatening to explode everywhere. The sudden effect of gravity took hold and a leak escaped and soaked my knickers. I almost gasped out loud but managed to stop myself. I quickly checked the chair for any wetness but luckily it had all been soaked up by my knickers. I walked over to the counter where the girl was stood and told her I was paying for me and Alice and handed her my bank card. She handed me the pin machine and as I stood putting my pin in I stood bouncing my legs as a couple more leaks escaped. I took my card out and put it in my bag and quickly turned to Alice and told her I was popping to the newsagents and would be back in a few minutes. She acknowledged what I said and I walked quickly towards the door. That was a bad move as the sudden speed made me leak like crazy. I walked out into the street and quickly looked around. Just down the street there is an alleyway that goes to the back of the shops where they put their rubbish. I quickly crossed the road and dashed over to it. As I walked into the alley my bladder knew I was getting ready to relieve myself and started spurting into my knickers. I couldn’t wait any longer and by the time I got round the corner to where the bins where I was completely flooding my knickers and had pee streaming down my legs. I didn’t even try to remove my knickers or squat. I just stood there sighing in relief as the torrent splashed all over the floor. I was thankful I had decided to wear a skirt instead of leggings or jeans. It seemed to go on and on and eventually when my bladder was empty I let out a long happy sigh. I stood for a moment enjoying the feeling before going in my bag and grabbing a couple of tissues. I wiped down my legs to remove the droplets of pee slowly running down them and then headed back down the alley onto the street. As I walked along I could the wetness in my shoes and I found myself getting turned on. As I got back to the hairdressers Alice was just having her hair dried so I walked over and waited for her. I didn’t want to sit down incase I left a wet ass mark on the leather seats. When she finished she stood up and put her coat on and thanked the girl. We walked out of the shop and I asked if she needed anything else in town, if not we would go the supermarket and get some stuff then head home. She looked around and then said “the only thing I need right now is a wee”. I looked at her and she said “too much coffee earlier….I’m about to wet myself”. I giggled and she looked at me and said “I’m surprised you don’t have to go too”. I smiled and told her what I just did and put her hand on the front of my skirt so she could feel the wetness. She smiled and then crossed her legs and gasped saying “oh god that isn’t helping”. She said she would go at the supermarket so we went and got in the car and drove off. Our town has a one way system so you have to go in a big circle and all the while she was holding herself and moaning at me to hurry up. When we got to the supermarket we parked the car and then she quickly walked inside. We walked towards the cafe and to where the toilets were. She pushed opened the door and dashed towards a cubicle whilst moaning and making such sexy sounds. I quickly followed her in and grabbed her hands just as she we about to pull down her knickers. She danced on the spot and I winked at her and told her I wanted to watch her wet herself. She winked at me and I stood back and watched her dancing in desperation. I watched as her knickers slowly got wet as she leaked and spurted. Standing next to the toilet must have been torture and after a couple of minutes she let out a loud gasp and there was a loud hissing sound. Pee came pouring out of her knickers and she quickly sat down and let out a long sigh of relief. She pee’d for well over a minute and when she finally emptied she smiled happily. She stood up and showed me her wet knickers before flattening her skirt down. We walked out and went to grab our shopping. All the while my wet knickers turned me on like crazy and knowing Alice’s were exactly the same made it even worse. Needless to say we had lots of fun when we got home.
    3 points
  4. Gimnasta 4

    From the album: My Drawings

    I can hold it... I can hold it... Why I din´t went to the toilet before the performance?!!! I can hold.... NO!!! NOT NOW!!! NOT IN FRONT ALL THE PEOLE!!!!!!
    3 points
  5. It's been a while since I wrote a diaper story. If you like it and want me to continue, leave feedback. The Weird Scholarship Chapter One: The Drive I drove down the highway with one hand held between my legs. I had to pee and being stuck in a car didn't help. A sign up ahead said that the next rest area was only fifteen miles up ahead and I could certainly hold it. It was just a bit uncomfortable and I didn't know what I would do when I got there. My phone rang and I answered it. I know you are not supposed to talk and drive, but at least I wasn't texting. I looked at the screen and saw it was my best friend Kara. “How's the drive?” “Weird,” I said. “I'm almost to Massachusetts though.” “Good timing,” she said. “What's weird about it?” “You know.” She very well did know why I felt weird. This was her plan. “I'm wearing a diaper.” “You better be, Nora,” said Kara. “You don't want to be found out as a faker and lose your scholarship.” “Yeah,” I said. “That's the problem. I'm not really incontinent. They are going to find out.” Kara giggled on the other end of the phone. “No they're not. Just act natural.” I rubbed myself in the thick padded material between my legs with my phone to keep from peeing. I then picked the phone up and said, “This is not natural.” “Well, get used to wetting yourself,” she said. “You probably should show up in a wet diaper. That way you won't look like a faker to the other girls who are used to wetting their diapers.” “Why did I let you talk me into this?” I asked. “You got a scholarship to MIT. The IRS took your college money, remember? This is your last chance to go to college.” I sighed. “Goodbye, Kara.” “Bye. And trust me about arriving in a wet diaper.” I hung up. I don't understand how things got so weird. My father had saved enough in my college fund to pay for all four years of school. So my junior year of high school, I didn't really need to bother with scholarships. When we had to go to the library to research scholarships, Kara suggested I choose the weirdest scholarships. There were actually scholarships for people who entered a program to study yodeling. Like I could get a job doing that. There was also a scholarship for incontinent girls who were studying engineering at MIT. That was a pretty specific scholarship and it was a perfect target for my entertainment during library time. So when the IRS investigated my father, somehow my college fund was where they though he was hiding the money. It was the summer before college and I had no money. The only scholarships I had applied for were for yodeling majors and for incontinent girls studying engineering at MIT. The scholarship was generous. It paid for everything I needed for college. I remember getting the phone call where I was given the scholarship. “Is Nora Stevens there,” the woman on the phone had asked. “This is Nora.” “This is Elizabeth Jones from the scholarship selection committee. I am pleased to inform you that you are next on the list for the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls in Engineering.” My mouth was opened in shock. I had though my college dreams were over since I lost my college fund. I was in until her next line. “The other girl didn't measure up. She was faking incontinence just to get the scholarship. I made this scholarship so incontinent girls can have the full college experience. That includes living in the dorms. To do that we want to make sure that we pair you with another girl in the dorm that is in your same situation. Will this be a problem for you?” “No problem,” I said. “Good. We are having a summer camp to get to know the other girls. Attendance is mandatory.” Kara had laughed and laughed when I told her, but she had been a big help in getting me adult diapers. They do sell diapers in stores, but the kind that real incontinent people wear are only found online and I had to order some ahead of time. The rest area came up soon after the sign that said that I was entering Massachusetts. I almost stopped, but then I thought about what Kara said. An incontinent girl would show up in a wet diaper. To be convincing, I would do the same. I relaxed and pretended I was siting on the toilet, even though I was sitting behind the wheel of my Ford Fiesta. I still had to keep my eye on the road. As I started to wet, it was so warm as the wetness spread around my crotch and under my bottom. The first time I wet the diaper, I was surprised it felt good. This was the first time I had tried to wet while sitting down. The first time I wet a diaper I was standing. Both times, I was shocked at how good it felt. I looked back at the rest stop through the rear-view mirror. The rest area, like my toilet training, was behind me.
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  6. There is a college nearby where i live, and i often take the subway from a station just across the street from that college. At this location i have had many good sightings. The sighthings have mainly been desperation, and mainly from gollege girls. But however, throughout the years i have frequented this sub way station i have also witnessed a few wettings, or post-wettings too. Here 's a description of one of the wettings i have witnessed. Or, i didn't witness the wetting itself, but rather the desperation prior to, and the aftermath. Hope you enjoy the post. I was waiting at the subway station in the evening, around 18:00. It was some time until my train arrived. Just a few minutes after i got there, a group of people in their early twenties came down the escalator. It was 4 girls and a guy. They obviously came from the college just across the street from the subway station. Almost immedeately after they got down to the platform from the escalator, one of the girls started stomping and stepping frantically on the spot for some seconds. She took some quick breaths and it looked like she shievered a bit. To me it looked like she was hit by a very strong pee urge. When i'm in out from home, i'm always aware of the signs, which has proven to pay off many times. The group then moved over towards the track leading towards the city center. The apparently desperate girl were a few steps behind, as she had stopped to perform her sudden pee-pee dance. After she caught up with her friends who were waiting for the train, it became obvious that this girl needed to pee badly: She crossed and uncrossed her legs, adjusted her position and flexed her knees constantly. Suddenly she started stepping on the spot and stepping from foot to foot again. She was desperate. Very desperate. Her moves was quite frantic. This girl must have done a huge misjudgement with respect to her urge to pee and how long she would be able to hold. Because after less than a minute after her arrival at the subway station she seriously looked like she was about to pee herself. Maybe she had taken a chance, trying to reach the next train, and staying with her friends by skipping her very needed toilet visit? Anyways, as she was stepping frantically on the spot for some time i heard her say to her friends: "I think i will go back up, and drop by Rimi (A convenience store) before i take the subway home. I think i'll do that." She said this with a quite stressed and nervous voice. She was talking quickly, like she was in a big hurry. She had a quite strained look in her face. Then she quickly said goodbye to her friends before she left. She nearly ran up the escalator. She was advancing the escalator in long steps. She was in a huge rush, that was easy to see. A couple of minutes later one of the girls in the group got a message on their mobile phone. The guy, who seemed to be the boyfriend of the girl who got the SMS asked her: "Is she at the.... pee... again?" His girlfriend replied that the message was from someone else. A couple of minutes later the group of students left with the next train. I stayed at the platform, waiting for my train. The desperate girl had been away for some time. But soon she came back down the escalator again. Her jeans was a bit dark, and with the subway station lights i didn't see it very clear before she passed some meters away from me. But when she got within a few meters range it was easy to see the dark wet stain around her crotch and on her thighs. She hadn't made it. A desperate toilet run had ended in a small accident. She was wet on the inside of both her thighs and around her crotch. On one side she had a short streak reaching towards her hip. I got a glimpse of her butt for a few seconds as passed me. She was much wetter on the backside than she was on the front. The majority of the pee had found it's way towards her butt and the backside of her thighs. She hadn't peed herself completely. Just a moderate amount just before she reached the toilet, it looked like. After wandering around for minute or so she sat down on a bench nearby. She looked quite dissatisfied. Embarrassed. And a bit uncomfortable, when more people started coming to the subway station minutes before the next train (My line) arrived. She held her hands in her crotch, trying to cover most of the wet patch. The wetness was too large for her to hide all of it, though. When the train arrived she got up, but stayed in the background until most people mod gotten inside the train. Then she got onboard. In the beginning i chose to stand in the aisle, next to one of the entrances. But after the next stop i grabbed a seat in the same seat group as the girl who had peed herself, as one of the seats got free. She glanced out of the window during the entire ride, looking quite unpleasant. She got of at one of the stations in the city centre, while i continued to my destination. When thinking about it afterwards, this girl must have misjudged her urge to pee badly. Because the time she would need to run back to the bathrooms at the college was much less than the time until the next stop. I was thinking what if the train had just arrived when they got down to the subway. Then she would not have the time to realize that she was close to wetting herself. And no time to make up an excuse to run back either. There would be quite a chance that she would have gotten onboard the train in a rush. And then, as the doors was closing she would have realized that she was not going to be able to hold it for very long. Not until she reached the next station... This happened a couple of year ago, in the early spring. I made a quick illustration of how the wet stains on her pants looked like, as i remember it.
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  7. Woman has youtube account with two desperation videos in jeans, one diaper wetting, and one panty wetting. This woman makes very audible moaning sounds, enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG6YnOfjxbA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVNVqaHWT3o Desperate.mp4 Desperate 2.mp4 First adult diaper wetting.mp4 Shorts wetting.mp4
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  8. I wrote this on the spur of the moment. I'll robably do some revision soon. Comments encouraged! ++++++++++++++++++++ I had a vague feeling that something wasn't right. It was the high school I came to every weekday. It was a classroom I came to every Monday and Wednesday and every other Friday. It was nearing the end of class on Friday. I could see cars pulling into the parking lot out the window, driven by parents coming to pick up their kids. At the front of the room was Miss Lassen, my usual teacher. She was speaking with her usual mixture of friendliness and sternness. She had been walking back and forth from her desk to the dry-erase board as she went over the lesson, as usual. At the moment she had stopped to look at me. "Is something wrong, Levi?" I was the second student in Row 2, so I was easy to spot from where she was standing. Rows 1 and 2 were all boys. On the other side of the divider were Rows 3 and 4, which were all girls. Miss Lassen could see everything from the front. No doubt she'd noticed me glancing around, looking confused. I didn't know how to answer her question. It felt like something was wrong, but everything around me seemed like it should usually be. Inside I also felt like I should. I wasn't dizzy, sick, or anything like that. I had to pee, but that was to be expected. "No," I finally said. "Then please stop looking around and open your book to Page 46." I looked at the table in front of my seat. There was an apricot-colored hard-bound textbook. I must have spent a lot of time looking at it, but it seemed strangely unfamiliar. "Potty Training for Boys and Girls," the cover read. The teacher called on Ashley to read the next part of the text. I could only see her silhouette through the frosted glass between Row 2 and Row 3, but I heard her speak loudly and clearly like the model student she was. "Before you pee in the toilet you need to get your clothes out of the way so you don't get them wet. First you pull your pants down. If you have a zipper you'll need to unzip it. Belts and overalls can make things tricky." "We're going to stop there," Miss Lassen said. "I can see all of you followed the assignment and dressed appropriately. We'll discuss belts once you all know how to handle your pants." Then she called on Kyle, who had his hand raised. "Can't we pee through our unzipped flies?" "You're jumping ahead of the material, but, yes, boys can pee standing up. At this stage you'll all be sitting down. Once you can do that without any problems, we'll talk about other options. Levi, will you read from the second column of Page 47?" I wished she hadn't called on me. I felt weird, like I didn't belong in this class, even though I knew I did. I paused absent-mindedly for a moment, then began reading. "If you're wearing a belt you'll need to unbuckle it to pull your pants down. Before you even..." "Levi," Miss Lassen said sharply. I stopped reading. "I instructed you to read from the second column of Page 47," she explained, "not the first." There were some giggles from around the room. Why was I doing so badly? I was usually on task. "Next you pull down your underpants," I read. "Now there's nothing to get in the way of your pee when it comes out." "Thank you, Levi. The textbook doesn't mention this, but it's a good idea to keep your pants and underpants fairly high up on your legs. You don't want them touching the bathroom floor if you can help it. Now, I want everyone to follow these steps, but don't start peeing. If I hear any tinkling from your seat I'll take off points." With those words said, all the students stood up from their toilets, lifted the lids (as we'd been taught earlier), pulled their pants and underpants down past their private parts, and sat down on their toilet seats. I followed the directions too slowly. For some reason I felt like I shouldn't be doing this in class. My hands fumbled with uncertainty and my face burned with embarrassment. "Are you having trouble, Levi?" Miss Lassen asked. "No," I said as I unbuttoned my fly. She kept watching to make sure I did the rest correctly. I started to pull my tighty-whities down. My heart raced. I didn't want to expose all this to my teacher and the rest of the class. I glanced around nervously. All the other boys had their pants and underpants down and were sitting on their toilets, and the silhouettes of the girls were doing the same. Some were looking at the books on the tables in front of them, some were looking at the board, and some were looking at Miss Lassen, but a lot of them were looking at me. I could tell I was blushing like crazy. Why did I have so much trouble with this? It was a natural part of my potty training class, and I was sure I'd done it before. "We're not moving to the next step until everyone's following this step correctly," the teacher said impatiently, I looked back down. With a hand on either side of my waistband, I inched my underwear down my legs. I looked so hairy down there. Small, too. I didn't want to show it all off. I had to, though. I'd hate to fail a class because I was too easily embarrassed. When my penis was fully exposed, I sat down on my toilet seat. I instantly folded my hands over my lap. "Sit up straight," said the teacher. She was still focusing on me. "If you don't remember correct toilet posture, the board will help you," she said to the class. There was indeed a diagram on the dry-erase board showing front and side views of a stick figure seated on a toilet. Miss Lassen went around looking at everyone's posture. She corrected a few students, using her hands to guide their bodies into the right position. This still felt inappropriate, but why would it be? How else would a teacher teach us to use the toilet? It wasn't really fair for a girl to read the next part of the book, but the teacher called on Bettany, and she obeyed. "A girl can just sit on the toilet and let go of her pee," the student began. "A boy has a penis. It has to point down into the toilet before he starts peeing. If you're a boy, you need to use your hand to point your penis down and hold it there until you're done peeing." "Thank you, Bettany," the teacher said. "Usually you only need one finger to point your penis," she added. Hearing Miss Lassen's voice say the word "penis" seemed oddly incongruous. She must say it all the time in this class, though. Why would it be unfamiliar to my ears? "Now, I want all of you boys to put your penises in position," she continued. After waiting a moment, she asked, "Is everybody ready?" There were no objections. My body was prepared, but I didn't feel ready. I didn't speak up, though. "Now, class, begin peeing." The room was filled with sounds of liquid hitting liquid as a dozen high school boys and a dozen high school girls emptied their bladders into their assigned toilets. Through the din, Miss Lassen could still notice I wasn't doing what I was told. "Levi," didn't you come to class with a full bladder?" "Yes, I did," I replied honestly. It was so full it felt pretty uncomfortable, but part of me wanted to keep it shut tightly. "Then why aren't you peeing as instructed?" I didn't know how to answer. "You haven't been on task at all during class, but I can still give you a C in today's lesson if you start peeing right now." I took a deep breath, let it out, and relaxed my body. It didn't work. I wanted to pee but something was holding me back. "Levi, this is your last chance for a passing grade in this potty training lesson." I took a deeper breath and tried to clear my mind of all the people around me and all the emptions inside me. This time it worked. I smiled as I felt the pee running through the inside of my penis and leaving my body. I expected Miss Lassen to congratulate me, or at least acknowledge that I was peeing. Instead she just said my name. "Levi. Levi. Levi! Wake up!" I lifted my head from the table. The dream drained from my brain as the pee drained from my bladder. Miss Lassen was standing next to me, like I thought, but a few things were different. I was in the same classroom, but it was empty except for me and the teacher. I must have slept through the final bell. I was in my last class of the week, like I thought. It wasn't potty training, of course. It was world history. I'd been up late the night before finishing the big essay. I remembered relaxing after that was safely turned in. I must have relaxed too much and dozed off. A stab of embarrassment suddenly hit me. If this was world history and not potty training, and I was sitting on a regular chair and not a toilet, I shouldn't be peeing. I was, though. A warm wet patch was spreading out from my crotch. With each second, more of my light grey jeans turned dark and shiny. I clamped my legs together and tried to turn off the flow. All that did was disturb the yellow puddle on my seat, making it spill onto the black and white tiles of the floor. I looked up at Miss Lassen, expecting her to yell at me for doing something that should have been beneath any high school senior such as myself. In fact, it was beneath a kindergartner. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked softly. It was the voice of true concern. "Yes. It was just...a dream...I..." "If you're not sick, I'm going to leave you alone for a moment while I get paper towels. Don't move around. You can dry off your pants and I'll bring the custodian in once you've left." I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. "Don't worry," she said with a friendly smile, "I won't tell them whose desk they're cleaning." "I'm sorry," I said. "I mean, I am really sorry I did that!" "It happens," she said with a shrug. Then she went on her way, closing the door behind her so no one in the hall could see my humiliating accident. I'll always be grateful for how Miss Lassen handled my mishap that day. Best teacher in the school!
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  9. Of course Love Liesje 720p Peeing My Leggings.mp4
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  10. That was my first wetting site too =( I was disappointed when they stopped updating the stories section. I spent way to many hours discovering my fetish there as a girl far too young to be reading that kind of material.....
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  11. So has far as other fetishes go this is one that is right behind omo for me. I was wondering how many people here are into the same kind of thing. I think like omo it's mostly about the loss of control. I'm not talking about premature ejaculation though. I intentionally trying to make someone else cum in their pants. Or masterbating in your own pants/panties/underwear. I've done that too. I have came in my pants a few times over the years and also made a few different girls cum in their pants. Or at least in/through their panties. I've had a couple different girlfriends that were really into teasing me and both were able to get me to cum in my pants more than once. It takes a lot work to achieve this and if they hadn't been intent on it happening it wouldn't have. Once was in a car I was driving. Another we were in the backseat of a car with another couple in front that didn't even know. One time in a girls bedroom who still lived at home. Most of the time I didn't just submit to it and was trying to fight back the urge. Which really only makes it hotter. This is probably my favorite time because it was in public. I went to the movies with my girlfriend at the time and I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen. It was only 10-15 minutes into the movie and she put her hand on my lap resting her hand right on my cock. I started getting hard right away. After a few minutes she started cupping her hand over my throbbing dick and would give it a subtle squeeze every few minutes. It didn't take long before I was rock hard. From there it turned into occasionally patting the bulge in my jeans and back to just cupping it. Then she started teasing me and blowing in my ear. Eventually she started rubbing harder. By now I'm leaking pre cum into my boxer briefs and it's only adding to the pleasure. By this time she knows I'm basically soaked and goes back to just cupping it and kinda holding it through my jeans. My cock was throbbing so hard and each time it did she would give it a gentle squeeze. I didn't see any of the movie but we're like an hour into it now. I'm breathing heavy and she starts rubbing faster and leans over and says right in my ear but not quietly "You're gonna cum in pants..." I shake my head no but she keeps mocking me "Yeah you are. You're gonna shoot your load. I know it! You're about to blow it all over yourself right now..." She's only pushing down on my dick with her palm now but my dick is pulsating beyond control. She keeps teasing me until I explode and pump shot after shot of cum into my underwear. It goes on and on and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I was trying to play it cool until then but when I finally stop cumming she starts rubbing harder. I can't take anymore and I'm like crawling out of my seat when she says kinda loudly "Aww did you cum in your pants?" I sat there panting and she laughed and went back to watching the movie. Once I recovered I tried to watch some of it too. When it ended I had to walk out with a huge wet stain on my light blue jeans. But I loved every minute. She did this a few other times but most times her hand ended up in my pants. The time I was driving it wasn't gonna happen even though I was trying to just let it go and she just reached in my pants to make sure I finished. She liked to make a mess in my shorts especially if I had to stay in the clothes for a while. I'll share some of the other stories if people are interested and would love to hear any others. A girl making her mind up to to dominate me and force me to cum in my pants is a huge turn on for me and I love trying to get girls to cum in their pants. The thing is it just leads to clothes coming off unless both of you are into it.
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  12. Hello everyone! I'm not really active on the site, but I'm trying to write a story in english and I thought I could share it with all of you here. I hope you will like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! English is not my first language, so I hope you will understand everything... I would be glad to have feedback, even if you want to say you don't like the story. I'm open to any critics, and I really want to progress! Enjoy the reading! I STARTED THIS STORY 2 YEARS AGO AND THE TOPIC IS NOW DEAD. I FELT LIKE CONTINUING IT (I’M SO SORRY NOT TO BE REGULAR IN MY POSTS… I WORK A LOT AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY) SO I CREATED A NEW TOPIC. I POST THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS: FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOWED MY STORY TWO YEARS AGO, YOU’LL FIND THE LAST CHAPTER AT THEN END OF THIS ENDLESS POST. :) The story focuses on a relationship between a teacher and his student. I don't want to say too much before you read, but you should just know that this will be a tutor fiction (no sex). ------------ CHAPTER ONE Alexander was slumped on a chair in front of the door of the director’s office, his blue eyes closed. His brown curled hair skimming his eyelids with indolence. He had to play his role until the end. Be indifferent, stay cool. However, in his head, he felt boiling with rage. Rage against himself. Against his bloody behaviour. He was the same bad boy he had been ever since he could remember. Except that this time… This time, he had gone too far. Why did he have to explode like that? Why did he have to satisfy that asshole? His maths teacher had had that sadistic smile when he got up, after getting punched. Yes, Alexander punched his teacher during class. What a silly thing to do when you know that Mr Bryant was waiting for a reason to kick him out of the school. The teen just gave him the right reason to do so. Because nobody would want to hear what his maths teacher said to him before he lost control. Nobody would want to know that Mr Bryant deserved to be hurt. Or maybe there was someone. As he saw Mr Blanchot coming up from the stairs with a furious gaze, Alexander raised up on his chair, feeling suddenly anxious. Until his French teacher appeared in the corridor, he had been able to fake the nonchalance. But, now he just couldn’t anymore. He just couldn’t deceive him. He didn’t care about anybody else. But Mr Blanchot was the only one who decided to believe in him. Alexander didn’t know why though, he was such a disappointment everyday. As his teacher approached him, Alexander felt his heart beat faster. But, surprisingly, Mr Blanchot didn’t even look at him. He went through the door and slapped it with violence behind him. As though he didn’t hear a noise during the fifteen minutes he had been sitting there, he could clearly hear now his French teacher yell from the director’s office. ---- As he entered the office, Léopold Blanchot noticed the presence of the kid’s tutor, his colleague Mr Bryant and the school’s principal. His nostrils shuddered with anger. He faced his superior, two fists knocked on his desk. From his height, he dominated the man with no difficulty. “As I heard from a colleague, you want to expel Alexander?” he said, as a rhetorical question. “Calm down Léopold. Please take a seat and let’s discuss this reasonably.” Demanded the principal. “You want me to calm down, Paul? Do you know how many humiliations this kid had to endure with that horrible man?” said Léopold, pointing Mr Bryant. Mr Bryant suddenly rose up from his chair with irritation. “Did you at least see what that little freak did to my face? Look at my nose!” he shouted, pointing his bleeding nose. “Oh stop it, Bryant! I’m sure you deserved more than that little punch he gave you!” “Principal! How can you let a teacher say such things?” said Bryant, revolted. “Stop it! Both of you calm down!” said the director with authority. “Paul, please. Can we at least discuss this? You can’t let this poor boy return to this dreadful orphanage!” said Léopold. “I’m afraid I can’t do more for that kid, Léopold…”he responded. “He deserves to be expelled, Blanchot. Just look at what he did to a teacher!” said Bryant. “I think we already know what you want, Bryant, so please stay out of it.” Léopold threatened. “Léopold, please calm down. Now, Mr Bryant, please be reassured. You already know that his tutor can’t be responsible of Alexander anymore; he was on probation and broke the rules. And without any tutor, the kid can’t stay in this school. So please calm down and go back to your students.” Said Paul with calm. As soon as Mr Bryant got out of the office, Léopold sat on a chair with weariness. “We have to do something, Paul. I know this kid is not dangerous. He just needs someone to educate him. Look at his grades! That’s the reason why you accepted to let him stay in your school! He’s a genius and you know that.” “I know he is a very smart boy, Léopold. But he has gone too far. Hit a teacher, Léopold. Do you know how bad this is?” “I know, Paul. I surely know that he will never be accepted by another school because of that little punch I’m sure Bryant deserved!” “But, look Léopold, even if I wanted to let him stay here, he couldn’t. He can’t have a tutor anymore, it won’t be accepted. And I can’t let a kid stay in the dorms without a tutor, it’s not legal!” “But I refuse to give up on him. He is a good kid, Paul. I’m sure he just needs someone to be there for him. He is a child, for god’s sake! How can we abandon a child that easily? A kid with such a bright future…” Léopold turned to the tutor who didn’t open his mouth during the whole meeting. “I would like to help you, but it’s not my decision here. Alexander broke the rules. Too many rules. The only thing he has left is the orphanage. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is…” he said, sorry. “No! That can’t be his only option! I refuse to tell that brilliant kid that he has to be sent back to the orphanage. He needs someone, Paul.” Léopold begged. His colleague and friend looked at him with sympathy, yet disbelief. But suddenly, the tutor’s eyes twinkled. “If you really want to help him, there might be a solution…” said the tutor. “Tell us, please!” Léopold shouted with hope. ---- When Alexander saw his horrible maths teacher coming out from the principal’s office, he felt his fists clenching again. His eyes burning, he confronted him with pride. He confronted his teacher’s despiteful gaze with coldness. “You should enjoy your last minutes here, Alexander. You will return to your original place soon. And it will be a relief for everyone.” Bryant said with a smile. The presence of his French teacher three foots from him convinced Alexander that it was not a good idea to respond. He held back his rage, closing his eyes. Mr Bryant left him with his frustration. ---- “Well, the only way to let Alexander stay in school is the adoption.” The tutor said prudently. “The adoption?” said Léopold, not sure how to understand this. “Yes. This is the only solution I can think of. Nobody wants to adopt a thirteen years old with violence issues… But you could.” “What are you saying?” Léopold said, in shock. “I’m saying that if you really want to help him, you could adopt him. But, I understand why you wouldn’t… He’s really not easy to deal with. Seriously, who would like to take care of a disturbed kid like Alexander?” the tutor asked. Léopold looked at the tutor with disappointment, then turned away to face his colleague. “Paul, I need to know if you would let him stay if I knew someone who could take care of the kid. Please.” “Léopold… Are you sure you want to go this far?” asked the director, understanding who was that “someone”. “Just answer the question, please.” “I don’t really decide you know… He would still have to go to disciplinary committee. I can support him, but I’m not the only one to take the decision. If you really decide to do this, Léo, you have to prepare a really good speech… It won’t be easy.” The principal advised. “I know. But I just can’t turn the back from my beliefs. He is a good kid, I’m positive about it. I just can’t give up on him.” “He has to be okay with it too, you know.” Said the tutor. “I know. We’ll see what he feels about it. But I need to know that you will support him during the committee too. I’m begging you. You know Alexander deserves to be at school.” “Yes, I will. But, you should be prepared, Mr Blanchot… He is not so easy to deal with, you know…” the tutor said. “Maybe he is not, but he still needs to be taken care of. Whatever he does, he’s still a kid.” Léopold said, serious. ---- After another hour, Alexander was still waiting in the corridor, anxious. Was it that complicated to expel him from school? Why was it so long? As he was gnawing his nails with apprehension, the door opened on his French teacher. “Come in, please.” Said Mr Blanchot with a serious gaze. As he stood up, the teen felt a pinch in his bladder. He had waited so long on this chair. He had to pee badly. But he couldn’t go right now, unfortunately… Entering the room, he noticed the principal’s annoyed gaze and his tutor’s tired one. “Seat down, Alexander.” said the principal. Seating down, he faced the three men, looking serious and apprehensive. Why they were apprehensive, he didn’t know. “You overtook the limits today, Alexander. What you did to Mr Bryant is inexcusable.” The principal said. “I don’t know if you realise the chance you have to be in this school. And if you realise how much we are trying to let you stay here, despite your faults.” “You are not kicking me out?” Alexander asked, surprised. “I’m not saying that you won’t. But there might be an alternative to your return to the orphanage.” “What? I won’t have to go back there?” the teen asked with hope. “Leopold, you want to explain it to him?” proposed the principal, turning towards his colleague. His French teacher seemed a bit nervous. He had never seen him nervous before. He was such a strict man usually, so proud and confident. “After what you did today, no tutor can take care of you anymore. You would have to go back to the orphanage. But, we might have a solution… I proposed myself to take care of you from now on.” Mr Blanchot said. “What..?” Alexander said, incredulous. “I would be adopting you. You would be in my charge. That way, you have a big chance to stay in school.” “You would adopt me…” the teen repeated, lost. “Yes, I would adopt you. You would be living with me, in my house, under my rules.” “You really want to adopt me?” he asked, in shock. “Yes, I do. But, the question is: do you prefer to stay with me or go back to the orphanage? Because I can tell you that this kind of behaviour will never be accepted with me, Alexander.” He said, with authority. “Of course, I want to stay here! But I don’t deserve it…” “What you deserve is a spank on your bum, kid. And I don’t think you would find someone who will treat you as a kid back there.” “I’m not a kid anymore.” Grunted Alexander, bushing as Mr Blanchot mentioned a spank. “Oh yes, you are, my boy. And you need to be treated that way. Believe me; it won’t be easy to be living with your French teacher.” He responded, a little smile on his face. “Now, Alexander, we will let you talk with Mr Blanchot. By five, we need to know your answer about the adoption. You have to think about it seriously, it’s a really important decision in your life. But, just so you know, you won’t stay unpunished for what you did today. If you decide to stay here, you will have to pay for what you did to Mr Bryant.” the principal said. Alexander lowered his head, feeling stupid. “Come with me now.” Said his French teacher. As they left the office, Alexander felt his heart beat fast. He could not believe of what was happening to him. The man he admired the most was willing to adopt him… He suddenly remembered his full bladder and was happy to be behind the adult. He couldn’t resist putting a hand on his crotch, trying not to leak in his briefs. He really had to pee now… But he couldn’t dare asking for the loo. He was a big boy, he could hold it. At least he convinced himself that he could… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Léopold and Alexander entered in an office, full of books, papers and stuff everywhere. When he saw French titles on most of the books, Alexander knew he was in Mr Blanchot’s office. It was the perfect image of an organized chaos. So many books everywhere, on the floor, on the desk, on the walls. Some paintings and black and white pictures were hanging on the walls as well. It was full of humanity, full of light. And somewhat, it was contrasting with his teacher’s strict mood. With a white long hand, Blanchot invited his student to sit on a chair, in front of his desk, while he seated on his own chair. Separated by the wooden desk, Alexander felt reassured. He could easily hold back his pee without being seen. Or at least he thought. His elbows on the table, his hands reunited together against his delicate chin, the French teacher took a very long and serious gaze at the teenager. Obviously, the kid was not feeling at ease. His legs nervously crossed, his elusive glance, his trembling hands were showing his intimidation. It was surprising, even after what happened. Léopold had always seen the kid being insolent and proud at anytime. Maybe Alexander was being reluctant to the adoption idea? The teacher felt a pinch of hurt inside. He didn’t know why. After all, it happened so fast! He never wanted to be a parent before. Then, why was the idea of adopting Alexander so natural? And how come he felt so sad about the possible kid’s refusal? Looking at Alexander’s apparent dread, Léopold decided to let his emotions aside. “I think you already realized that what you did today was completely irresponsible. Whatever you decide to do with your life, you will still have to go and apologize, kid. Is that understood?” he asked, strict. “Yes, sir. But… He really said mean things to me. He deserved to be punched, believe me!” Alexander said angrily, with a tear in the eye. Before the teen discreetly vanished it with his hand, his teacher had noticed his tear. “I can imagine what this horrible man said to you Alexander. And believe me; I won’t let him forget it. But you are the kid. He is the adult, and the teacher. Even if he deserves a punch in the nose, you are not in the position to do it.” The teacher said, understanding. “Nobody does anything… How can I defend myself if I can’t do anything and nobody cares?” the teen asked, his burning face looking the floor. “You really think nobody cares?” Léopold asked, with a little laugh. “What do you think I’m doing then? I’m getting in trouble with the principal for you, kid. I compromise my career because I believe you deserve to be heard. Do you even realize how hard I try for you?” he continued, his voice raising. “Why do you do it if it’s that hard?” the teen replied, insolent. “Here we are, you put your little brat mask again. But, you’re not lucky with me, it doesn’t work. You cry for help, kid, and I see it. So stop this little game with me or I will get really mad. And believe me, you don’t want to.” Léopold threatened, “If you want to know, I care for you because I think you deserve it. You are a child, and you should know the comfort of living as one. Now you have the choice, boy.” He continued, softly. “What choice?” asked Alexander, lost. “You can go back to the orphanage, uneducated but as the proud little brat you play. Or you can come home with me as the kid you should be, but you will have to let your little mask away. That is your choice, Alexander.” The teacher said, preoccupied by Alexander’s nervous hands. “I don’t know. Can I… Can I get out, sir?” the teen asked, desperate to pee. He was in such a bad situation right now. Facing the man he admired the most, he couldn’t admit the horrible state he was in. He couldn’t tell him that he was so close to having an accident in his pants. His bladder was so heavy that any movement made him feel on the urge to explode. His legs crossed under the table, he couldn’t hold back his hands from his crotch. He had to grip his penis, harder and harder, otherwise he would let some drops of pee fall in the back of his briefs. He didn’t know how much time he could wait… He couldn’t even concentrate on what his teacher was saying. He was obsessed by his desperation. “Are you kidding me, Alexander?” asked his teacher, incredulously, “Do you realize how bad this situation is? You want to get out and play with your friends like nothing happened, is that it?” he screamed, furious, “It’s too late, kid! Now, you are going to take your responsibility! You are going to listen to me, and take your decision. It’s a life decision you’re taking, realize it!” he continued, harder. Alexander felt his heart beat faster. His teacher didn’t know how much the teen was intimidated by him. The kid knew exactly how bad the situation was. Perhaps as bad as his desperation was… “I’m sorry, sir. That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking. “Then focus, kid. Bryant is waiting for you to be out of here, and if you want to change that, you will have to put some effort too. You won’t get out of this office until we talked about all this, is that clear?” Léopold said, serious. “Yes, sir…” he replied, slumping on his chair, trying to hide his nervous legs. “And sit up straight, for god’s sake!” his teacher screamed. As Alexander stood up straight on the chair, he gave up his penis, now in his teacher’s sight. But the second he did, he felt a drop leave his penis and flow at the end of his grey briefs. He crossed his legs even closer, hoping his teacher didn’t notice anything. “Now, do you understand that if you come with me, you will legally be my child?” his teacher asked, serious. “You would be my… dad?” Alexander asked, blushing with hope. “Exactly. What you really have to understand is that I will have every right on you, Alexander. And that mean that these kind of stupid acts will be forbidden and severely punished with me. If you decide the adoption, it will be hard to adjust. Of course, I’m severe, you already know me. But I also want to give you a chance to be happy.” His teacher said, strict. “Oh, no…” the teen moaned, blushing. He suddenly felt a small spurt of pee running on his penis and wetting his briefs. He just couldn’t hold it. He was so desperate to pee now. He had to go! Fortunately, his pants didn’t show anything. He could feel his briefs wet, but his pants were dry. “Are you okay, Alexander? I know, it’s hard to decide. You don’t know how it is to live with me, and I am very strict. But, you have to understand that I want the best for you. I’m not here to make you suffer. I only want to let you be a kid.” “No, I know. It’s not…” he moaned again. He was now doing a pee dance on his chair. He just couldn’t stay still. He felt he was going to let go any second now. “You don’t have to justify, Alexander. It’s completely normal to be afraid. Now, I think it would be good for you to know what will happen in both cases. Maybe, it will help you relax. You shouldn’t be so nervous, kid. I promise, I just want the best for you.” He said, worrying about the teen’s behaviour. The kid looked so frightened. “Sir…” said Alexander, a tear rolling on his burning cheek. He felt another spurt leave his bladder. A long one this time. He felt his pee rolling along his panty, wetting his bum. In a moan, he put his hand back on his crotch. He was going to have an accident in his pants… His pants didn’t show in the front, but he already knew that on the bottom there was a very noticeable patch of pee. Feeling another spurt of hot pee rolling in his briefs and dripping on the chair, Alexander beat his lower lip, trying desperately to hold his pee back. He felt all wet in his pants. He didn’t know how he would be able to hold any longer now. Another moan left his mouth. He was holding his crotch even harder, not even willing to hide himself from his teacher. It was too late for that. Now he just wanted to escape the inevitable accident in front of him… He took a shameful look at his teacher, scared of his reaction. Another tear rolled, as another small spurt of pee left his penis. “What’s wrong, Alexander?” asked Léopold, disconcerted by the sudden fragility of the boy. “Oh no… Pee…” the teen moaned softly, feeling another small spurt wetting his pants. “Do you need to pee, my boy?” asked gently his teacher, hearing Alexander’s complain. Finally raising his burning head, the kid looked at his teacher with pain. “Yes… I need to pee so bad…” he admitted, ashamed. “Oh boy, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, confuse. “Ah… I’m gonna pee myself, sir!” Alexander complained, legs shaking badly. Léopold rose up from his chair and went to his student in quick steps. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before you have an accident in your pants.” He said with authority. He didn’t want to move. He knew his teacher would see his soaked pants… His teacher would see that the school’s bad boy just couldn’t hold his pee. How would Mr Blanchot still want to adopt him after that? He was so mad at himself. He wanted to hide, disappear from this office. He couldn’t face the disgust in his teacher’s look. “Come on, kid. You don’t want to pee in your pants, do you?” his teacher asked, softly. The teen couldn’t hide anymore… He had to show his humiliating accident to his favourite teacher. He tried to think of an issue, but there was none. He had to face his shame. As Alexander got up, he felt another long spurt leaving his full bladder, dripping in his pants. Moaning, he felt another tear roll. He was so ashamed. He was having an accident in front of his French teacher… He couldn’t hold a small sob leaving his throat. Léopold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The boy had already peed his pants. He was in such a shock that he couldn’t hold his surprise. “Your pants are completely wet! Did you already pee your pants, kid?” he asked, confused. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” the teen answered, in a long sob. “Come on, then.” Léopold said, in a hurry. He took firmly the shaking boy by the arm and almost ran through the corridor, willing to prevent a bigger accident. Alexander was holding his penis with pain. He was losing some drops of pee every foot he was walking. Finally arrived to the toilets, Alexander was happy that everybody was in class. His teacher opened a door, still holding his arm. Pushing him softly into the toilet stall, he left him alone and closed the door. “I’m waiting for you outside.” His teacher said, strictly. Alexander was not even able to let go his hands from his crotch. He felt that if he let his hands go, he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Another spurt came out, dripping along his legs, wetting his socks. In a moan, he swore. He was such a kid. How come he couldn’t hold it at his age? The pressure was so hard… His bladder was hurting badly now. He had to stop dancing like a child and open his trousers. He had to regain control on his body. He was not going to pee his pants! He was not a child! As he let go his crotch, he felt another long spurt go and wet all the front of his clear blue jeans. He tried to open the first button with great difficulty, but when he finally managed to do it, it was too late. The teenager felt a succession of long spurts of pee wetting his whole pants, with noise. A puddle of pee was growing at his feet. Even when he tried to grasp his penis again, the flow didn’t stop. He had lost total control of his bladder. His pants were darkened by pee, and he couldn’t hide from anyone that he just had an accident. Mostly, he couldn’t hide it from himself. Alexander suddenly felt so mad at himself. He couldn’t believe he had an accident just at that time. Just when his dream was becoming true. Now nobody, and mostly not Mr Blanchot, would be willing to be his dad. His tears were burning his already red cheeks. He was so angry that he didn’t even realize that he was punching the wall with violence. “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” he yelled, blinded by the anger. He didn’t even hear his teacher coming back to the bathroom. Nor even did he heard him open the door of the cabin. Nor even did he saw his teacher looking at him with worry, sincere worry. When he saw the boy, soaked, in his own puddle of pee, Léopold felt very sad for him at first. Then he realized what the boy was doing to himself… Punching the wall in front of him, the boy was grazing his fists with pure anger. When he heard the boy scream from the corridor, he knew that he didn’t make it. But never would he have thought that Alexander would react with such violence against himself. Léopold entered the cabin, and firmly catch the boy’s arms. “Stop it, Alexander.” He said softly. “Let go of me!” the teen screamed, trying to evade his teacher’s grip. “I won’t.” the man replied. “Stop it! Don’t look at me!” the boy cried. “I am looking at you, kid. And I won’t stop. Now, calm down.” Léopold said gently. “Please. Let me go.” Begged Alexander, sobbing. The French teacher released the boy’s hands, just to lure him to his own chest. The man’s arms were embracing the boy with tenderness. “Please, let me go.” Repeated the boy, punching his teacher’s chest. “I won’t let you go.” Replied Léopold. Soon the punches were replaced by long and uncontrollable sobs. Alexander couldn’t stop crying. These arms were all he needed. Since always. He relaxed so much that he didn’t even realize his own arms grasping his teacher’s sweater. He needed someone to save him for so long now. “It’s over now, kid. I won’t let you go.” Léopold said, softly. He felt he couldn’t let the kid go. For the boy. But also for him. Léopold already knew at that moment that he couldn’t let Alexander go, whatever decision he would take. “I’m sorry…” cried Alexander. “It’s okay, my boy. You just had an accident; it happens. Now it’s over.” “I didn’t want to pee my pants. I tried, I swear…” the teen said, in a sob. “I know, kid. Next time, just ask me for the loo before you go in your panties. It’s always better to pee in the toilet instead of your pants, isn’t it?” Leopold said, gently. “I’m sorry. I thought I could hold it.” Alexander murmured, grasping even harder his teacher’s back. “Stop apologising, Alexander. It’s over now. I’m sure we will find dry pants at the infirmary, then we’ll continue our conversation before you take your final decision.” Reassured the man. Ruffling the boy’s curled hair, the teacher could feel Alexander calming down. The sobs were more and more distant. But the boy’s head was more and more sunk into his chest. “I don’t need to discuss more… Please be my dad.” The teen said nervously. Léopold’s ruffle suddenly stopped. He just couldn’t believe Alexander’s words. He was going to be a dad. His dad. “Don’t think that we are done talking just because you took your decision, my boy.” The teacher said. But the authority wasn’t even here. He was too happy at that moment to play the teacher. Now, he was already a dad. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 (Here it is, finally! (:) After a moment, Leopold and Alexander broke the embrace, not without a little regret. The boy was looking at his shoes, trying to hide his red and wet face. He was ashamed of his lack of control. He didn’t manage to hold neither his pee nor his tears from getting out… Léopold himself had almost forgot about the accident for a moment. The boy’s wet pants made him realized how embarrassed his student should feel. “Come on, boy. Let’s go to the infirmary, I’m sure we can find some trousers for you.” The teacher said while putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. They cross the empty hallway and tumbled down the stairs to the infirmary. Alexander was hiding himself against his teacher in fear to meet a student. He couldn’t bare the idea of someone spreading all around the school that he peed his pants. Everybody would see that he was not the rebel he claimed to be. Hopefully, nobody came across. As they entered the room, Leopold almost smiled thinking that it would be the first time the nurse would see Alexander coming in here because of a pee accident and not because of his usual wounds of fights. But as soon as the nurse saw Alexander’s state, she immediately crossed over her desk and took the boy to the other room in an accustomed and indifferent attitude. Leopold was surprised by her professional behaviour, she reacted as she was confronted to that kind of incidents every day. After his first surprise, Leopold was thankful that she didn’t make any difference between students. He waited a few minutes alone before the nurse came back with Alexander in a pair of clean jeans. Before she came behind her desk again, she said gently to the boy: “I’ll see you again soon, Alexander”. “Thank you, Laura” said Leopold before taking the boy out. He kept wondering why she was that kind to Alexander when she had to take care of his anger issues and several injuries almost every week. But he thought it was not the time for questions, and brought the boy back to his office. While he was about to go back to his seat, Alexander suddenly stopped his movement. He had forgot about the little puddle of pee stagnating on the chair. His teacher reacted immediately and brought out a rag out a cupboard and hurried to wipe the rests of the accident. “I’m so sorry…” murmured the boy, shamefully. “Don’t worry about it anymore, boy. As I already told you, accidents happen.” Leopold replied softly, “Now sit, please. We still have some things to figure out and we don’t have much time.” He continued, looking at his watch. Leopold served himself and Alexander a glass of water before seating back to his own chair. He gave the boy a serious gaze. “As you know already, you have to give the headmaster your final answer by 5. So, I repeat the question: Are you sure you want me to be your guardian ?” the teacher asked, seriously. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you?” said the teen, looking back into his teacher’s eyes. “I am sure.” He answered with a smile. “You will come into my house tomorrow, after the end of class. Tonight you will have to get all your stuff ready to move out. Is that okay with you so far?” he asked. “Yes.” Alexander said. “Good. We don’t have much time to talk about the rules and the rights while you will be under my full authority. But, there is one thing to know already: the absolute rule is when I say no, it is NO. Don’t even try to exceed or break this rule or you will be severely punished. Is that clear?” Asked the teacher with a threatening voice. “Yes, it is clear.” Answered softly Alexander, with a point of fear in his voice. “Good. Tomorrow we will have more time to discuss, I promise. However, if you already worry about the possible dissension between us living together – maybe you will prefer the orphanage after facing my severity –, you will have one month try before deciding if you want to stay or not. Nevertheless, during this month you will be under my guard, fully and completely. Understood?” asked Leopold “Yes, sir.” Answered Alexander. “Alright, then. If you think about any question at all, or any request, write them down tonight and we will discuss it tomorrow night, at home.” The teacher said, more kindly. As Alexander heard his teacher saying “home” he felt a sudden heat in his stomach. He would discover a home, a real home. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising slowly on the cheeks. Leopold felt a real joy noticing the boy’s smile. He realised that he wanted to see it every day. He let Alexander lost himself in his thoughts for a few seconds, but he had to break the sudden joy... They went to the headmaster’s office to officialise their arrangement. Alexander’s tutor was there too. He seemed happy to know that the boy was going to know an other home than the orphanage. And he was also happy for himself… He wouldn’t have to be ruled by Alexander’s terrible temperament any longer. He promised to be at Leopold’s house tomorrow night with the adoption’s contract. Alexander was going to stay in school until his disciplinary audience, planed for a couple of weeks from today. It was around six o’clock when Leopold and Alexander left the office. They looked at each other with an intrigued gaze. They were both different from now on. Alexander was not just a student anymore. Leopold was not just a teacher anymore. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boy. Have a good night.” Said Leopold with a little embarrassment. “Yeah… Good night, professor.” Said Alexander, even more embarrassed. As Alexander went back to his room, he couldn’t realize this was his last night here. He suddenly felt emotional. He dreamt so many times to get out of here. And now it was finally his last night… He couldn’t fall asleep this night. He had too much in his mind. His head was full of questions. How was it going to be? Would his teacher be happy with him? And would he be happy with his teacher? The day after, Alexander was very tired. He didn’t sleep much and couldn’t focus on his classes. He couldn’t wait to discover his new home. But in the same time, he was feeling frightened. And all the questions his comrades asked him all day about the accident with Mr. Bryant the day before were beginning to try his patience… During French class, he couldn’t look at his teacher. He was petrified by Mr. Blanchot’s gaze. He could feel his heart beat strong, and his face was constantly blushing. His best friends looked at him with curiosity. Alexander never showed any trouble before, he was usually so proud and strong. And when his best friend Ben asked him what was going on, Alex refused to answer. At the end of classes, the boy didn’t even say goodbye and rushed out of class in silence, despite his friends calling after him. He didn’t know where to wait for his teacher and decided to go to his office. It took him a few seconds before knocking on the door. Mr. Blanchot opened to him with a smile. “Are you ready to go? Shall we get your stuff and go home?” the teacher asked. “Yes, let’s go.” Answered Alexander, timidly. Léopold was surprised by the small amount of luggage the boy had. Alexander clearly had nothing. The teacher took the small suitcase in his hand and they went to the parking. The drive home was almost silent. Alexander answered his teacher’s questions only by a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. He felt completely shut off. Mr. Blanchot lived in a quiet area, not far from the centre of the town. He parked in front of a lovely little house. It looked like a little cottage. Alexander could feel warmer just by looking at its façade. It was hard for him to believe that it was going to become his home. Léopold got out of the car and invited the boy, who seemed statued on his seat. “Come on, it’s cold outside.” The teacher said gently. The boy followed the man, mechanically. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. His teacher showed him the entire house, ending the tour by the boy’s room. If the house looked already warm and cosy, it was his bedroom that impressed Alexander the most. It was a simple room with a large bed, a spacious desk and many bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a big red carpet that seemed so mellow and comfortable. There was a window overlooking a small flowery garden. “Here is your room. There is not much in it, but we have plenty of time to decorate it to your taste.” The teacher said. “Do you like it?” he asked, a bit anxious. “It’s amazing…” said the boy, stunned. “I… I never thought I would ever have a real room like that. Thank you, sir.” He continued, suddenly feeling emotional. “I’m happy you like it. You should unpack your bag and make yourself at home. I’m going to prepare us a snack. And, by the way… Try not to call me sir in here. I’m not your teacher in this house. You can call me Léopold, or Leo if you like.” His teacher said while leaving the room. The boy took some time to look all around, looking in every corners. The room was so warm, so welcoming. He finally unpacked his clothes to put them in the commode. He hesitated for a moment. He had to find his teacher downstairs, in the kitchen. He was not feeling at ease to go through a house that was not his, not yet. But he seemed to be the only one to feel troubled because Léopold welcomed his student with a large smile. He was setting the table. “Come and sit. Do you like pancakes?” Léopold asked. “Yes, I love it.” The boy answered, feeling suddenly calmer. Léopold joined Alexander and they start to eat. First, they were silent, but it didn’t last long. “Why did you punch Mr. Bryant yesterday?” the teacher asked suddenly. “He said horrible things to me, I just couldn’t let him insult me that way. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re wondering.” The boy replied, harshly. “I won’t talk about this incident in the future, because I think we need to start fresh. But, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. If that happens again, you will regret it this time, trust me. » he said, severely. “Yes, sir.” They were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. The orphanage tutor was coming to make them sign the adoption’s contract. Léopold didn’t hesitate a second and signed the papers quickly. But Alexander felt his hands shaking while taking the pen. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to be afraid.” His teacher said, reassuring. The boy suddenly calmed down. He could feel that everything was going to be okay from now on. As soon as the kid’s tutor went away, Léopold put the boy to work. The teacher himself sat down back at the table and opened his laptop to work on his own homework. It was weird for Alexander to be working with his teacher by his side. It was comfortable. Leopold looked over the boy’s shoulder from time to time, he was checking that Alexander was doing his work. When the boy finished his exercises, the teacher asked him to hand over his work. “I don’t need you to check my homework, sir. I’m 14 years’ old you know.” The boy said. “4 or 14 years’ old, I check your homework. It’s not about your age, Alexander. You are under my responsibility, and as so, I will overlook your homework. End of discussion.” The teacher replied. Alexander handed over his exercise books and his homework notebook, not without a certain anxiety. He was a brilliant student, but completely disorganized. The adult went rapidly through the books and closed them. “It’s okay for tonight, it’s late. But I notice that you could improve in maths and history. On the other hand, in English and in French it’s good. We’ll talk about the state of your books another time.” He said, giving the books back to Alexander. He noticed the boy’s hands shaking a little bit. Léopold immediately put a warm hand on his student arm. “Put your books away, and come sit a second.” The teacher demanded softly. “It’s all right, boy. You don’t have to fear anything. » he continued as the boy sat in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m not used to… all that…” the boy replied, confused. “I know. It will take some time, but I know it’s all going to be fine.” Said the man. “Yeah.” replied Alexander, standing up hastily. He was not used to the constant support his teacher was giving him. The boy suddenly wanted to crawl under the sofa, where no one could notice him. “Can I go to my room?” he asked, wanted to hide. “Sure, go ahead. I will prepare dinner and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” The man answered. They ate silently. The boy was shutting himself again. He needed time to feel legitimate to be here. He was so used to being alone. How could it be right to be here? His teacher must have understood what was going into the boy’s mind because he didn’t break the silence. When they both finished their plate, the adult started to clear the table, and noticed that the boy didn’t dare to move. “Go and brush your teeth and put your pyjamas on. You are allowed to read until 10 p.m., then sleep.” Alexander wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare to do so. He never went to sleep that early! It was 8 o’clock and he was going to sleep… What a change! As the boy was reading one of his favourite book, Harry Potter, he heard someone knocking softly on his door. “Yes?” he invited despite his feeling of embarrassment. “It’s 10 p.m., Alexander. It’s time to go to sleep.” The adult said softly while coming up to the bed. The boy didn’t understand why his teacher was coming up to him before Léopold sat on his bed, before he tucked him up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Good night, dear boy.” Léopold said. “Good night.” The teen replied, bushing. When the teacher left the room, Alexander suddenly felt terribly embarrassed, and in the same time, he felt a bit sad that his teacher already left. ‘Dear boy”! Nobody has ever called him that. Never. Weirdly, it was so soft to hear. The boy finally fell asleep half an hour later. This day had been emotionally rich, and he felt quite happy to be put in bed this early. The morning after, Alexander was not woken up by an horrible ringtone but by his teacher. The boy didn’t hear him coming into the room, but he could hear Léopold whispering softly to his hear: “It’s time to wake up, my boy”. After a few minutes, Alexander opened his eyes and finally realized that he was in his teacher’s house. His teacher looked at him with gentleness. But not only. There was some kind of worry in his gaze. At that moment, Alexander realized that his pyjamas were soaking wet. How did it happen? He couldn’t have wet the bed! He suddenly felt his cheeks burning with shame. His eyes began to get wet as well. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” The boy said with tears. “You wet your bed. But it’s all right, it happens. You want to tell me why it happened?” asked his teacher softly. “…” “You couldn’t remember where the toilets are? Or maybe you were afraid to go there alone in the dark?” Léopold asked. “No! I don’t know… I didn’t feel anything. It was an accident, sir. I didn’t mean to do it.” Said the boy in a sob. “All right, all right, my boy. It’s okay. It can happen to anyone to have a little accident, there’s no need to cry. » his teacher replied, gently. Léopold wiped the boy’s tears with his hands in the biggest sweetness. But the boy moved back, suspicious. He was definitely not used to his teacher’s tenderness. “I’ll let you get up and clean yourself. Leave the bed that way, I’ll take care of it. Breakfast is ready downstairs.” Said the teacher, getting up and leaving the room. “Thank you… Léopold.” The boy replied. The adult turned back at him and smiled. At that time, the boy knew he had taken the good decision. He knew Mr. Blanchot was the one. He was only worrying that Léopold would change his mind… Maybe his teacher was having doubts now. If Mr. Blanchot accepted to be his ‘dad’, it certainly was because Alexander was not a child anymore and that he wouldn’t have to deal with childish things. But now? Would the bedwetting made him change his mind? Alexander was blaming himself for wetting the bed… Why did he peed himself? He thought he needed to apologize, to move out the sheets quickly. He wanted to deal with it as if he was still alone. He couldn’t bare the idea of disappointing Mr. Blanchot. He couldn’t bear the idea of being a burden. He quickly stood up, disgusted by the pee all over his bottom. He took his wet sheets, lifted the bed and turned it back. He opened the window to air the room and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He took more time to wash his sheets and pyjamas than himself… As he was wringing the sheets, he heard his teacher calling him. “Alexander! Come eat your breakfast, we’re going to be late for school!” “I’m coming!” answered the teen. The boy got out of the bathroom after checking that everything was in its place. He quickly went to his room to hang out the sheets on the window before coming to the kitchen. He discovered a table full of different things: cereals, fresh bread, pancakes, and different sorts of jam. “Sit down. What would you like to eat?” asked the teacher. “Er… I usually don’t eat in the morning.” The teen answered. « Well, kid, I’m warning you, breakfast is sacred in this house and therefore mandatory.” Replied the adult, threatening. “All right… I’ll take a pancake then.” Said Alexander while grabbing a pancake and spread some strawberry jam over it. Léopold pour some orange juice in two glasses and hand one to the boy before sitting in front of him and buttered some slices of fresh bread. He then dipped his bread into a mug of smoking coffee. “You really are French!” said Alexander, looking at his teacher’s breakfast. “Haha! Yes, I am!” Léopold replied in a smile. “When you’ll eat my aunt’s pain perdu, you will understand why.” he continued. “You’re thinking of taking me to France one day?” the teen asked, already excited. ‘It will be your gift for your trial period. If you decide to stay here, of course.” The adult replied while filling the boy’s glass with orange juice. “Stop making me drink or I’ll explode!” the teen said, already regretting his words. He had almost forgotten last night’s accident. He suddenly felt his cheeks turning red. Léopold must have noticed it because he smiled gently. “I’m going to change your sheets before we go. Finish your breakfast.” Said Léopold while standing up. “There’s no need to… I washed my sheets under the shower and hanged them out on the window.” The teen answered in a rustle while lowering his head. “Pardon me?” asked his teacher, confused. “I… I didn’t want to make you did it. So, I did it. » Léopold sat next to him and looked at the boy insistently. “We have a washing machine, you know. I showed you the laundry yesterday night.” The teacher said with incomprehension. « I… I forgot. » the boy said, lying. “Ah. You forgot.” Said Léopold, laconically. Suddenly, Alexander saw his teacher standing up and come crouching very next to him. He could feel the man taking softly his chin in his hand. The boy couldn’t look at him. His heart was beating too hard. He felt afraid of his teacher’s gaze. He was not ready for all that. But it seemed that Mr. Blanchot was going to oblige him… The boy didn’t even try to get out of his teacher’s grip, he knew he would lose anyway. He was feeling like a marionette. “Look at me, boy.” Léopold ordered. The second Alexander looked at the man, he couldn’t help but avoid the gaze. He was not feeling capable to sustain that gaze. He was trying, but it was like his pupils were burning at the contact of his teacher’s eyes. He felt like crying now. « Didn’t I tell you to leave your bed as it was this morning?” Léopold asked softly. The boy shrugged his shoulders, shaking. « This is not your role to deal with this things, Alexander. You are the kid and I am the adult. You have to understand that you are not lonely anymore. Do you understand?” he continued. Alexander couldn’t answered. He didn’t know what to reply. “It’s not by hiding your wet sheets that you will manage to hide the very fact that you are a child, my boy.” The man pursued. That was it; Alexander could feel a tear rolling on his cheek. “I am here to take care of you. I’m here to worry, to comfort you, to take you in my arms when you have an accident, to give you a spank when you do stupid things. I am here.” Léopold said while drying Alexander’s second tear. « I… I just wanted it to be over… I wanted to forget… » the boy said with a lump in his throat. The teen could feel he was losing control, again. He started to cry like a child. As Léopold softly ordered Alexander to come into his arms, the boy felt diving into them. ‘I’m crying on my teacher’s shoulder because I peed my bed. What a regression…’ thought the boy. He wanted to break the embrace. He wanted to say no! But he felt completely incapable of doing so. He was losing himself in his new dad’s arms. Alexander could feel his teacher’s arms holding him tight, one hand softly caressing his back. He could hear Mr. Blanchot rasping voice repeating “I am here, boy. Calm down”. After a few minutes, Alexander’s sobs calmed down. Little by little, Léopold released the boy from his embrace. “I’m sorry.” Finally said the teen. “What are you sorry for, my boy?” the man asked gently. “For crying. And… to have wet the bed…” the boy answered, shamefully. “You don’t have to apologize. You have the right to cry, my boy. And about the bedwetting, you must not feel guilty. As I already said to you, accidents happen. It is not your fault. Understood?” the man said, serious. The boy nodded while sniffling. He felt like crap. He was not as strong as he thought he was. But he also realized that being incapable when someone gives you a hand was sometimes comforting….
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  13. So, currently, I'm working on a game that runs on java, seeing as I (kinda) know javascript. No doubt most of this code could be replaced with something better, but I just wanted to show the progress I made within three hours. I don't expect anyone to really want to use it right now, as it has zero playability (not to mention zero customization), so don't expect any download link or me telling you how to run it until the program gets far enough. Also, a note on this, while I don't plan on changing my username here, my dev name will be Rosalie Elodie, just for the simple reason that I like the sound of it, and thus, it will be the dev name used in the comments of the program. Anyways, instead of typing up more stuff, I'm gonna paste the notes here, along with the current code in the spoiler below, and then maybe get ten minutes of sleep before I have to get ready for work (whoops...) *A Long Hour and a Half (ALongHourAndAHalf) is a game where *one must make it through class with a rather full bladder. * *Many options are already planned for full release, such as: *Name (friends and teacher may say it. Also heard in mutterings if an accident occurs) *Male and Female (only effects gender pronouns (yes, that means crossdressing's allowed!)) *Random bladder amount upon awaking *Choice of clothing (or, if in a rush, random choice of clothing (will be "gender conforming" clothing) *Ability to add positives (relative to holding capabilities) *Ability to add negatives (relative to holding capabilities) *Called upon in class if unlucky (every 15 minutes) * * *Other options, which may be added in later or not, are these: *Extended game ("Can [name] get through an entire school day AND make it home?") *Better Dialog (lines made by someone that's not me >_< ) *Possibility of preset bladder level (best for incontinent run)
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  14. I think female omorashi is way overrated, and male is under. Don't get me wrong, I like it too, but it seems to be everyone's focus. You will see lots of content of females, whether in games, animes, tumblr, etc. But so few that you actually see with males. I have seen entire lists about females where there is hardly any with males. I understand that female omo is the popular choice, but I know there are many who are interested in male omo as well, but it seems they are placed on a lower scale in the comnunity which isn't fair to those who actually are.
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  15. I am outraged that the school swimsuit was not awarded first place.

    © http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=55453782

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  16. I think it's quite clear that it's quite common, in omorashi circles at least, for men to find impressive bladder capacity an attractive trait in women. I'm wondering whether women ever find this attractive in men?
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  17. Being as shy as I am, coupled by social issues often made it near impossible for me to ask for a bathroom and it lasted even after my teens. I also hated the thought of using any unclean public restrooms, like convenient stores. And having to go was enjoyable, so I didn't mind it. This resulted in some close calls. One particular time I was with a friend and had been the entire day. From 9 am and it was 2 pm before I looked at the clock again. I had been driving from her house, over an hour away, to mine, for about 10 minutes. I was clearly distracted by music and the road and didn't notice the beginning signs from my bladder. I had gotten out on the highway that would take me home when a sudden squeeze in my lower region took a hold of my attention. I had to pee, I had to pee really bad. After thinking it over I realized that I may have not even used the restroom when I woke up, at 7 o'clock this morning. After finally feeling the need it was unbearable. At the time I had only been driving for about 8 months, and I had never been desperate while driving. It's like agony because these no way to cross your legs, and you have to give the road attention too. I had been using only one hand on the wheel, but in one particular curve I had to relinquish my hold to take the wheel. I thought I might wet the set then and there. My bladder was already distraught, constantly punching and kicking its walls. As the billions of drops came together to form a large sum. It seemed my bladder could no longer store the nice pent up golden liquid. Instead it huffed and grumbled as my sphincter slowly ran out of fight. And down the urethra it came. I reach my crotch as theorist few drops poured out. Fighting to get my muscles under control. My bladder spasmed involuntarily wanting to release, but knowing this was the wrong place. My muscles throbbed as they tired out. My hand soon became the only bridge between the pee spilling all over my seats. Which, if I might add, at this point that was even appealing. No, no, I thought. Wetting your seat? How would you explain that, oh I peed my seat, just like little kids. I could just stop at an exit, I thought. But then cringed at the idea of a gross restroom, might as well just go in some bushes, I considered. Only 30 minutes left I chanted and turn the music up in a last ditch effort to wait out the tide. With 20 minutes to spare my phone beeped, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. While the liquid literally did. It came out of its confined canal and onto my underwear, through my jeans, and could be felted by my hand. Stopping seemed impossible. It flowed for a good 5 seconds. Assessing the damaged concluded my undies wear gone and there was softball sized damage on my jeans. Once tasting relief my poor muscles quivered with the excitement of further emptying the pressure. Oh, no a large curve coming up. I gritted my teeth telling myself I didn't come so far just to give up. Oh, no... Some just came out, and some more, and. It all came crashing down as it dawned on me there was no coming back from that leak. I pulled off to the edge of the road. Seeing a towel that I kept for wiping my rear view mirrors off. I put that under me just in time as the torrent picked up. It flooded the towel, but thankfully my seats were not very wet. I then put the towel in a plastic bag. Most eventful car wetting I've had, at least while I was driving.
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  18. One of the sites I checked regularly, Shara & Ger's female desperation, has stopped updating. They always collected pictures of (mostly new and genuine) accidents from all over the web resulting in sometimes several pages per week. The updates had been getting less regular, and the last one was the day after Christmas. After a few weeks of silence, there was a message on the site that said they couldn't update the site on a weekly basis anymore. That was fine with me. But nothing has happened since; does anyone here know if the site is definitely dead or if there are some kind of special circumstances? Because I wouldn't complain if they only updated once a month anymore, but everything just came to a complete halt. If you don't know the site, it's worth checking out the pictures and it has a big amount of stories all accessible for free. http://members.easyshag.com/femaledesperation/main.html
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  19. This is a recreation of the study, very interesting.
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  20. Gimnasta 4

    You were right you should have gone before the performance. Great work Goldenstorm.
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  21. Gimnasta 4

    This one's pretty cute. Wetting skintight clothes is always nice.
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  22. I like to have a little fun, but sometimes I draw the line a bit too close. On this particular day about 2 years ago I was at home with my aunt when I felt a small urge present itself and, considering her house is one bathroom and she was in there, I just brushed it off. We went out about twenty minutes later and I would get occasional warning signs from my bladder, but ignored it. On the way to Home Depot in the car I did my best to look normal by just crossing my legs. I could feel by bladder giving its signs of protest with just a little punch here and there, but I wasn't desperate yet. We walked all over the store, and typically walking helps my bladder because for some reason I always feel less desperate will with my thighs together. I got distracted with different conversations about kitchens, sinks, bathtubs, etc. Then she started talking about getting a new toilet and at that point my brain was thinking you should really be going there now. I squirmed a bit on the spot, "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yes," I replied, "Are you ready to go to walmart?" Since she had already checked out, I said back. She proceeded to say yes, but that she wanted to stop by the bathroom on the way out. I politely declined, deciding the urge wasn't overwhelming yet and I wasn't in dire need. While she was in there I sat on the bench and twisted my legs together, hoping to take the edge off of my need, so I could hold until we got back home. I can't stand public restrooms, the thought terrifies me, and WalMarts are horrible. As I stood up to walk my bladder muscles protested to squeeze once I had relaxed them, I slowed by pace until I was behind her and momentarily grabbed my crotch. Maybe I should have went in Home Depot, but now it was too late. "How long will we be in the store?" I asked thinking she only needed a few things. "Well I only need two items, but your grandmother needs this," She dug in her purse and produced a list of at least thirty to forty things, ugh. My bladder also was not happy with this as there was a spasm and for a moment I felt as if I might loose some it. I still wasn't at the point of desperation probably a 5 to 6 on a scale of 10, but I really could have went for a bathroom break. The liquids were growing in me and I could see how within the next hour holding this flood may be near impossible. It would take at least an hour, if not more, with the way my aunt shops. "your so stupid, did you know your an idiot for not going back then. But you don't like the public bathrooms. All those germs, and the icky toilet paper, and pee on the seats, and the smell is funky. But now you have to figure out how to make it another hour" I thought to myself in second person. The first twenty minutes in the store weren't that bad, at all. Just follow aunt, let her look at clothes, and nod or comment like you care. We walked to the back of the store to look for toys for a cousin and spent at least another thirty minutes trying to pick the best board game. Then we went and looked at paint swatches for her kitchen, and making a half circle rounded to the home and bath section. I would say we had now been in the store for an hour. I had been shoving the increasing signs from my bladder out of mind, and out of sight. Down the makeup isle, thank goodness no one was there, I was trying to reach the top shelf and stretching when out of nowhere I leaked. Then I praticaly squealed from suprise twisting my legs over one another. I could still feel it like a leaky facet, I grinded my thighs back and forth to excert the force needed so that I could hold the bigger leak coming back. I looked around, no one there and my aunt a few isles down, i squeezed my crotch quickly knowning I had to keep the upcoming tide at bay with being miserable by embarassment of people seeing. It was late Monday night and thankful there were very few people at Walmart. I managed to collect myself in probably about ten to fifteen seconds but my urge wasn't somehting I could push away any longer. It had grown from a 6 to a 8 and in just a little bit I would be bursting at the seams. I informed my aunt I was going to go use the restroom. The thought of actually having to go here, my first time since I was like seven was horrifying, but it wasn't just urgent it was neccessary. The thought of relief after what I had just experienced and now getting closer to a restroom was almost to much for my pulsating bladder. I fought violent urges as they came and went, I needed to be sitting. When thing got this bad sitting was the only thing that could help. Once there was hopes were crushed, they were cleaning. I took a deep breath trying to get the nerve to ask what was going on. "Hi mam when will you be done cleaning?" The lady looked at me funny, "Sorry, I just began. After I'm done the maintence crew will be in here for at least thirty to forty minutes to fix some pumbling issues." My thighs shook slightly as I noticeable I had them tensed, a lot, and I couldn't relax them because if I did I would loose it... a mere feet from the bathroom. So I made the trek to the back restroom having to stop and adjust multiple times. I was a 9 now, desperate, so desperate. With each step my bladder gained ten pounds and the spasms of my muscles dying grew. Each spasm left seconds that my urethra was unprotected. I lost a little, but at this point I didn't care at all. I just needed my jeans dry. I had made it bathroom just around the.. I wanted to shout and scream no, posted on the door was a sign "Water off, please excuse this inconvienence" My bladder felt the doom. I had my feet apart, thighs apart as I had stopped in mid step. Thats all the permission it needed to forget that I was in public. My hands reached for my crotch as my eyes darted to the customers walking by, and I froze again, but my bladder didn't. No matter how many times. my brain had told it to stop. My nails dug into my thighs willing the people to walk fast I bent while shoving my hand in my crotch, hard. It didn't help the pee gushed simply changing the path to go backwards toward the bottom area rather than the crotch. I was freaking out. I was literally peeing myself in public. Think fast, come on. Towel, jacket, diapers, napkins, pads, cups, anything at this point. I looked at the bathroom door and in a last ditch effort shoved it open and ran into a stall, not even bothering to shut it behind me. Ah..... so much better. I realized I wouldn't be able to flush and I would have to leave my gross pee behind for someone else to deal with, but It was worth it.
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  23. Umbreon (Shiny) Dragonair Zangoose Emolga Mawile Pikachu Whimsicott Lucario (w/ jeans) Shaymin Gallade (M) Charmander (M) Hoopa Furret Gengar Glaceon
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  24. Hi Everyone, So me and my housemate have been making videos documenting what we get up to whilst we are studying abroad, except most of the time we record ourselves doing really stupid things, which makes editing the videos really hard not to be constantly laughing. The day before yesterday I was editing some footage and my housemate, F, was in here with me. I had drank a lot of peach juice (yay spain) and water with an effervescent tablet in, and then more water. It was after dinner and I was sat at my desk, wearing grey tracksuit bottoms and a random top, not really doing much besides working on the video. For some reason my housemate had taken the camera and filmed herself talking about our new flat and doing a bunch of stupid accents and we were both laughing tonnes. I admit I was quite desperate by this point, and she said 'I need a wee this is a bad idea'. A tiny tiny few drops came out but I regained control. Not long after though and I couldn't stop laughing at something else stupid, I was fully peeing myself for about 4 seconds until I could stop laughing and I could feel my clothes were wet. I didn't get up for ages as I knew what had happened, but I didn't want my housemate to see. When we finished what we were doing it was quite late and I was tired, so I wanted to go to bed. I was dying to pee and the chair had a wet bit, my clothes did too. I was bouncing about because my housemate was in the bathroom and taking ages, I kept telling her to hurry up! She was laughing at me when she came out so I nearly lost it but still, eventually I sat down and finished peeing! Thanks for reading EQ x
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  25. yes my pants were a bit wet, but it was just damp my aunt didn't notice anything. Although I did walk around the back of the store for a while after so that I could let if dry off a little.
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  26. The term "fetish" is actually a clinical definition to mean that it basically *is* a requirement for orgasm/sexual enjoyment ( http://www.hypersexualdisorders.com/hypersexual-disorders/dsm5-understanding-fetishistic-disorder/ ). Buuut most people use it casually to mean something that's non-reproductive that they enjoy (hair colors, heels, omorashi. etc.) The latest DSM (psychological book of mental problems) did differentiate between "fetishism" and "fetishism disorder" - the latter being a problematic aspect for the individual while the former being a non-standard form of sexuality. As for myself, it's definitely optional. I enjoy it, and I'd rather have it than not, and it's a REQUIREMENT in any partner I have, but it's not something I have to have with every sexual encounter.
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  27. Completely soaked and standing in a massive puddle.... After my last post the leaks wouldn't stop and then they turned into spurts as waves of desperation hit me and then without warning a huge spurt happened and I lost all control and even though I tried to stop the flow it wouldn't work so I just leant back and enjoyed the relief :D <3
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  28. God I have to pee so bad, feels so good holding it all in
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  29. I don't know anything about this character or series but she's not bad looking. And the idea is pretty hot as well. I enjoy this picture and the use of background.
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  30. Someone should also make an archive of those awesome stories. Its almost nostalgic to me as they were the first omo stories that made me realize my fetish. I sometimes opened and re-read them just to remember those days.
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  31. Download link from the first post Contains nudity and nsfw Daddy Talk - Wet Yourself on Daddys Cockmp4 - MOTHERLESSCOM.mp4
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  32. Gimnasta 3

    If I were a judge I'd give extra points.
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  33. I was at work today and I had drank loads. Coming home from work I needed to pee a bit but I didn't think much off it. The tea that I had must have come up on my bladder really fast. I was stuck in traffic so stupidly desperate to pee! I got stuck in traffic!!! I was ridiculously desperate and there was nothing I could do. I managed to get back into my house but as I was going into the bathroom I could feel it leaking out of the tip of my penis! There was nothing I could do! I dived onto the toilet to just minimize the mess caused! I sat and wet through my boxers and work trousers just totally uncontrollably. I was very lucky that none of my family were in and I quickly got changed and washed the wet clothes! (which luckily I do on Fridays anyway) It was so worrying and scary but I really enjoyed it :D Joe
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  34. That was one of my first wetting sites. :-(
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  35. Oh that's a shame, Shara and Ger's site was one of my first wetting sites, and I spent more than a healthy number of hours reading their stories back in the day.
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  36. Shara & Ger's site

    It's dead, Jim. As you said, they've been winding down for years in many ways, closure of the story section, less frequent then very infrequent updating, higher Skymouse-to-content ratio when they do update, shrinking down of the number of archived pages and so on... We'll never know the reason unless he says but I'd imagine we won't be seeing any more updates there. Since Skymouse hosts it, I would imagine the site itself will stick around in its dormant state for a long time to come, though...
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  37. The Sphere

    Sasha has the right idea. No one needs friends, family or pets. Bacon is the true meaning of life.
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  38. Oh, finally a good thread to post this unholy thing! Explicit Content
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  39. I take issue with the statements made. It's not like it's been a short period of time since this all started. Patches Place did away with the PML because their new owners had no interest in the community Patches spent 20 years building and just wanted a ready made list of pornography customers. WetWayne saw this and decided it was time for him to hang it up as well. TVGuy took the site over, and because he had issues with Java Struts decided to rebuild using WordPress even though there were technologies such as Apache Struts 2 and WebWork among others that would have made importing the old list a lot easier. This turned out to be reinventing the wheel. He said he was "almost done" and was waiting for his busy season to end. Then, he bought a house. Everyone was understanding and agreed to wait. Months went by with no information at all even though people were asking. TVGuy logged on several times a day and we found out among other things that Snapple makes girls want to pee and what the best HD Cameras are. No updates on the PML even though people were asking. After what was essentially a bitch session, we FINALLY got an update back in December. We found out the site was nowhere near being done and was going to soon be live with NO CONTENT. Did you read that right? It was going to be a blank page. The old database was gone and people were going to have to re-add everything. It wasn't the greatest of circumstances but it was better than no PML at all. With time we could build back the old stuff and then some. In between here ArnoldKegal decided what was needed was a pee HOLDING movie list containing just 100 of what he though were the best scenes of desperation. Several of us mentioned that this wasn't what most of us were looking for but it's a free world and he can do that. Now, here we are several months later, and TVGuy is still MIA and again approaching his busy season where he will have no time to work on any kind of side project. All we've asked for is a short status update and something about where this project stands good or bad. That's not a lot to ask considering he is an active member of the community. Why let things descend into screaming and yelling when a short update is all that's needed? If he can't do a short update, he can do a long update. It's the lack of communication that has everyone upset and not so much the lack of results. As far as what ArnoldKegel is doing, nobody is discouraging his list. The problem is every time people ask in here for an update on the PML, he starts answering people and talking about his desperation list, which is not what we are asking about. I've been politely ignoring it. Torghn called him out on it and pointed out that it should be in its own discussion entirely. Free of charge or not, we just want to know what's going on. It's coming up on a year since the list went down, and over 3 months since we were told anything. If that's incessantly criticizing, then I'm guilty. When is a proper amount of time to wait? Two years? Three? This could be averted if the man would just talk to us! I had a great analogy thought up about this situation involving houses, landlords, and free unlimited mac and cheese, but I was too tired to put it into type. It was good stuff too.
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  40. Here is the next chapter ! I hope you will like it. :) Chapter 4 The week that followed the bed accident went calmly. Alexander and Léopold were learning to live together. The teen didn’t even had anger crisis yet. He seemed to put a lot of efforts to behave himself. Sometimes, he still shut himself from his teacher, but the man could see he was really trying to make this new family working. Léopold was happy to see that the bedwetting had not last. After the first night, the boy had woke up in dry pyjamas. The man was relieved. This Saturday night, Alexander and Léopold watched a movie, eating popcorn. Of course, the boy’s choice of dvd had not surprised the teacher: Fight Club. Then, they went to sleep, following the same chucking up and kissing on the forehead habit. It was around 12 a.m. and Léopold couldn’t go to sleep. He was turning in his bed for almost an hour now. He gave up and decided to go to the living room to work on an article he had to give to the University of Glasgow. He sometimes had insomnia and he always worked better during the night. He went down the stairs very quietly, not willing to wake up the boy. When he was finally downstairs, Léopold prepared himself a cup of coffee and sat at the living-room table with his laptop and his books. After about an hour, the man heard some steps on the stairs. Apparently the boy couldn’t sleep as well. At first, the boy didn’t realize that he was not alone in the room. Léopold looked at him, confused. Alexander was holding a big amount of sheets in his arms, which was almost big enough to hide the small boy completely. Suddenly Alexander noticed the light was on. He turned on himself and looked around until facing his teacher’s gaze. Alexander startled and felt blushing. He gripped his amount of sheets more tightly. “What on earth are you doing, Alexander?” asked Léopold with incomprehension. “I… I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do the laundry…” replied the boy, feeling his heart beat fast. “You decided to do the laundry at 2 a.m.?” the man continued, astounded. “Yeah… I didn’t want to wake you up in the morning so… I wanted to do it while you were asleep…” answered Alexander, feeling about to cry. “Er… Okay then.” The adult said, surprised by the boy’s sudden need of cleanliness. He couldn’t be mad at Alexander for doing the laundry after all. “Let me help you with that, and then back to bed.” He pursued while standing up. “No!” screamed Alexander, standing back furiously. He was starting to feel tears filling up his eyes. Léopold stopped his movement, surprised. Maybe it was because of the late hour, but he couldn’t understand the fear in the boy’s eyes. And then it hit him, Alexander was hiding something in those sheets. He suddenly thought of the worst. Cigarettes? Alcohol? Drugs? “Let go of these sheets now, Alexander!” Léopold said while coming toward the boy, threatening. “No… Please…” replied the boy, shaking. But he couldn’t stand his teacher’s gaze any longer. He felt his hands loosen. The amount of linen fell on the floor in a matt noise. Léopold immediately went through the sheets, but he stopped his gest almost at the same time. There were not only sheets but also panties in the pile. Wet panties, and wet sheets. The man raised frowning eyebrows to the boy. Léopold didn’t understand. He was expecting bad boy stuff, and he was facing a child issue. The boy was now crying silently, looking at his feet. “Why… Why didn’t you say anything, Alexander?” the man asked, confused. “I… I’m sorry…” the boy replied, shaking. “No… I’m not scolding you, boy. I just want to understand.” Léopold said, regretting his last words. The boy could feel his legs weaken. But before falling on the floor, his teacher grabbed him and raised him in his arms. Alexander instantly closed his own arms around the man’s neck. He could feel lumps in his throat. “It’s all right, babe.” Léopold said, surprised by the spontaneity of his own choice of surname. “Cry, my dear boy. It’s all right.” He pursued, softly. With the boy in his arms, Léopold sat down in an armchair. He shaved Alexander’s back until the boy calmed down. The adult could feel all the sadness leaving the boy’s body. He suddenly looked so small, so vulnerable. Léopold wanted to slap himself. How could he have not noticed the teen’s fragility? Soon, the boy fell asleep in his teacher’s arms. Léopold brought him back to his room and tried to put the boy in his bed, but the boy’s grip on the adult’s neck didn’t weaken. The man finally decided to stay in the boy’s bed for the night, not willing to wake him up. He fell asleep quickly, with the boy on his chest. When Alexander woke up this morning he could feel his eyes hurting. He had cried a lot the night before… The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his teacher sleeping in his bed. The boy suddenly felt so small beside this tall adult man. He knew he should be ashamed for having slept into his teacher’s arms that night, but he couldn’t stop feeling happy. At least until he realized his pyjamas were wet… He wanted to slap his own face. But he only moaned softly. Not softly enough apparently, the boy could see his teacher opening his eyes. When Léopold woke up, he smiled happily to Alexander. He had a great sleep and almost forgot about last night. But he realized quickly that the boy was looking sad. “What is it, my boy? Did you have a nightmare?” the man asked, worried. Alexander seemed incapable to talk. He was about to cry, again. “I…” he started. But it was too late. He began to sob. “Alexander? What is it?” the adult asked. “I’m sorry.” The boy answered, punching his duvet. He suddenly looked so mad at himself. It was only when Léopold took the boy back to his chest that he understood. He could feel the back of the boy’s pyjamas; the boy had peed himself. “It’s all right, my boy. Calm down.” The man said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He continued, standing up. But the boy didn’t seem to be able to move. His teacher took the boy’s hands and tried to put him on his feet, but Alexander looked like he had lost all energy. Léopold didn’t take time to think more, he raised the teen in his arms and took him to the bathroom. Without letting the boy, the man ran the shower. Finally, Léopold put Alexander down, softly. The boy was still crying. “It’s over, Alexander. You need to clean up now.” The adult said taking the boy’s chin in his hand. But Alexander didn’t react. He felt like he was empty of energy. His teacher removed the boy’s shirt and his trousers. But Alexander still stood there, with no reaction. It was only when his teacher wet his face with a cold washcloth that the boy started to wake up. Alexander suddenly saw his teacher’s gaze; it was full of sweetness, but there was also worry in it. “It’s all right, boy. It’s over. Go in the shower now. I bring you some clothes. Understood?” the man asked, troubled. The boy nodded. When his teacher left the room he finally found enough energy to go under the hot shower. When Alexander got out, he found clean clothes on the floor. He quickly dressed up and went downstairs, anxious. His teacher was waiting for him at the kitchen table, he prepared breakfast. “Come, my boy. Pancakes again, this morning?” Léopold asked. “Yes… Thank you.” Alexander answered, still blushing. They sat in front of their breakfast and began eating silently. But Léopold didn’t want to ignore what happened. They had to talk about all this. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, Alexander, but we need to.” Began Léopold. “I noticed that there were four pairs of sheets and four panties in the pile of linen. And it’s been four nights since your first bedwetting accident. It means that you have peed your bed every night since you are here. Am I wrong?” the adult asked, gently. “…” “I don’t want to scold you for wetting your bed. I only want you to tell me the truth, boy. I can’t stand lies. And I can’t stand the idea of you dealing with this bedwetting problem alone. Do you understand?” the man pursued. “Yes…” whispered the boy. “I never want to see you hide wet sheets again. Is that clear?” said Léopold, serious. “Yes, sir.” Answered the boy. “Good. Now, I have to ask you if this kind of accidents happened in the past. Did you ever peed the bed before?” asked the teacher softly. “No!” screamed Alexander, his cheeks burning. “Calm down, boy. I’m just trying to understand what is going on, that’s all.” The man said. “I didn’t wet my bed before.” The teen replied, harshly. “All right, boy. Then, could you tell me, in your opinion, why it happens?” The man asked, gently. “I don’t know!” the boy replied, angry. “Are you scared in your new room?” the teacher asked. “No! I’m not a kid!” replied Alexander. “You are a kid, and it’s all right to be.” Said the man. “Now, tell me, do you have nightmares?” he pursued after a silence. “Sometimes. I mean, like every one!” “Do you have nightmares since you arrived in this house?” continued the man. “Not really.” Said the boy looking annoyed by the conversation. “I need to understand what’s going on, my boy, otherwise I won’t be able to help you.” Léopold said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore! I don’t need your help!” screamed Alexander, standing up. “Listen carefully, boy. As long as you will be a child, you will need my help. And the very fact that you peed your bed from the first night in this house shows that you are indeed a child.” The teacher said, sharply. “Now sit back down, please.” He pursued. The boy sat back on his chair, crossing his arms with anger. “In my opinion, all these changes you are living since the beginning of the week confuse you. You need some time to adapt. And I’m sure that once you’ll feel more comfortable with this new situation you will stop peeing your bed. I’m sure it won’t last, my boy. But until then, I want you to tell me when it happens, all right?” the man said, softly. He didn’t wait for an answer he knew was not going to come. “You shouldn’t be worrying about all this. I’m sure it is just a phase of transition. And I’m here to help to go through this phase.” He pursued. They remained silent for a moment, until Alexander asked to leave the table. The boy went to his room and decided to do his homework to change his mind. When he entered his room, he noticed his bed was clean again. He sat at the desk and started to work on his English assignment for the day after. About an hour later, he heard his teacher knocking on his door. “Yes?” he invited, timidly. “I have to run some errands. Will you be okay on your own during half an hour?” Léopold asked. “Of course.” The teen replied. “I’ll be back soon. Do not make stupid things while I’m gone.” The man said while getting out. Half an hour later, Léopold came back. It was time to prepare lunch. “Alexander, come eat please.” Called Léopold from the kitchen. As the teen arrived, he could see sandwiches on the table. But he could also notice a huge plastic bag on the floor. He was too curious to know what was inside to hold his tongue. “What did you buy?” the teen asked, sitting in front of his teacher. “I bought bed pads. It’s a sort of plastic sheet that you put under the sheets to protect the mattress if you pee your bed. That way you won’t wet your mattress if you have an accident at night.” The man replied. “Oh…” Alexander said, feeling ashamed. He wouldn’t have thought that his accidents would lead to a bed pad… The teen couldn’t even look at the plastic bag anymore. He felt so ashamed. Like for the little kids he had to protect his bed. If only his friends knew… “The headmaster has send me an email, your disciplinary hearing is next Wednesday. You and I will have to prepare yourself for it.” Léopold said suddenly. “What will I have to say?” the teen asked, happy to change the subject. “A few people will ask some questions about your behaviour in school and you will have to convince them that you are sorry about what you have done in the past and that you will behave from now on. You will have to stay very calm and very cooperative if you want to stay in school.” The teacher said, serious. “You will be there too?” he asked with a light of hope in his eyes. “Yes, I will. I will try to convince them to let you stay as well.” “Will I have to apologize again to Bryant?” the teen asked, annoyed. “Mister Bryant.” Rectified Léopold. “And yes, you will have to apologize again. You will have to look very sorry if you want to have a chance to stay in school.” Answered Léopold. “I’ll do my best.” Said Alexander. The next few days went by as usual. Alexander wet his bed every night, and he gave up the idea of hiding it. His teacher woke him up every morning and looked at his sheets every time. Alexander was now used to be crying a little in his teacher’s arms after his accidents. However, Tuesday night was a bit different. It was the night before his audience, and Alexander went to bed feeling anxious. He woke up in a scream at 2 a.m. in the morning. He had a horrible nightmare. The audience went really badly and Léopold kicked him out of his home, not willing to deal with a delinquent. When he woke up, Alexander could feel sweat in his back. He felt completely lost. But a second after, he saw his teacher coming to him. He didn’t understand why but he almost ran into his teacher’s arms. At that moment he realized that it was not only sweat in his back… He had peed himself again. Léopold took him into the bathroom and helped the boy clean up and change the sheets before putting him back to bed. The teen fell asleep in his teacher’s arms quickly. The next morning, when Léopold woke him up, the boy had almost forgotten about his nightmare. But then he felt his wet sheets under him. It made him remember of his accident during the night. He realized that he had peed his bed twice this time… Léopold didn’t say anything and helped him clean up as usual and waited for him in the kitchen for breakfast. As the boy sat down in front of him, Léopold could see Alexander’s reddened eyes. The boy had cried a lot. “Are you anxious about the audience, boy? Is that why you had a nightmare?” he asked softly. “Yeah. I don’t want to be expelled…” Alexander replied, trembling. “It’s all going to be fine. You just need to be honest.” Said the man, reassuring. “I… I know I’m a disappointment. I don’t want you to expel me…” he admitted, lowering his head. “What nonsense are you saying, my boy? You are no disappointment! And I will never expel you, whatever happens! Do you understand?” the man said, serious. “You say that but… Last night…” continued the boy. “What about last night? You had a nightmare, what’s wrong about that?” Léopold said, confused. “You said that my accidents wouldn’t last… And I peed my bed twice…” the teen said in a voice broken with emotion. “Oh, my boy. You had a nightmare. And you were anxious about the audience. Don’t worry about it anymore.” The man said softly. “The audience will go just fine and all will be forgotten, I promise.” He continued with a smile. They ate quickly and headed to school. In the car, Léopold could see Alexander’s hands stir. The boy was clearly nervous. “It’s all going to be all right, boy.” The man said while parking in front of the school. They walked silently in the corridors and stopped in front of a door. “I will be seating just in front of you. Try to stay calm. If you feel nervous, just look at me. I’ll be there during the whole meeting.” The man said, taking the boy’s chin in his hand. Alexander felt like he was about to cry. He didn’t know why it scared him that much, but he could feel his heart beat strongly. They entered the room together. There was the headmaster, Mr. Bryant, the school’s psychologist, his English teacher and a woman he didn’t know. She was the one to talk. “Hello Mr Blanchot. Hello Alexander. Alexander, you can sit here.” She said, pointing a desk in front of them all. Léopold had join his colleagues in front of him. Alexander sat down, glad to notice that the desk hided his nervous legs. He couldn’t help but shake. “I am Mrs Adam, I am from the rectorate and I am here to lead this meeting. I will ask you some questions, and at the end, we will decide of you to stay in this school or to leave. Do you understand?” she asked, gently. “Yes, I understand.” He replied, timidly. As he answered, Alexander felt a small pinch in his bladder. He suddenly realized that he had not gone to the bathroom before the audience. He was feeling so anxious that he had forgotten he had to pee. The stress didn’t help him to keep his bladder calm. “You know why you are here, don’t you?” the lady continued. “Yes, I know.” He said. “You are here because you hit your maths teacher, Mr Bryant. Do you realize that it is very serious?” she asked. “I do. I’m very sorry to have done it.” Alexander said, putting a hand on his crotch. He could feel his bladder pinching harder now. Hopefully, nobody could see his hands under the desk. He looked at Léopold in despair, but the man just smiled at him softly. “We already heard what Mr Bryant had to say about the incident. We want your version of the facts now. Can you explain to us what happened?” she asked. “I was in class and Mr Bryant had gave us an exercise on equations. There was a question I didn’t understand so I raised my hand and asked him if he could explain to me. First, he ignored me. So I repeated my question. And then, he said that I had nothing to do in school, that I was a stupid kid that deserves to be put back in the streets. And then… I hit him.” Admitted Alexander. As he finished his sentence, the boy could feel a drop of pee leaking in his panties. He immediately grabbed his crotch with both his hands. He could not have an accident right now… “Do you think Mr Bryant deserved to be punched?” she continued while taking notes. “I…” he hesitated. “I should have gone to the principal instead of punching Mr Bryant. I shouldn’t punch anybody.” He replied, feeling a second drop wet his panties. “That’s right, you shouldn’t have punch your teacher.” She said. “Do you regret what you did?” “I do, madam.” Alexander said. “I’m sorry Mr Bryant. I shouldn’t have punched you.” He added, looking at his maths teacher. He didn’t even believe even a second in what he was saying, but he wanted to get out of here so much that he didn’t care about lying. He had to get out before peeing his pants. He moaned silently while feeling a small spurt wetting his bottom. “I am happy you realize your fault, Alexander.” She said gently. “But I can see on your file that this is not the first time you become violent in school.” “I know… I’m sorry.” He said, tears in his eyes. He could feel his bums wet. He was so desperate to pee. He started to wriggle on his chair, trying to stop his need. “Do you think that violence is a consequence of the way you lived before? Because you had no parent to look after you?” she asked. “I… I don’t know…” he answered, completely focused on his crotch. He was squeezing his penis with all his strength, but he could still feel some drops coming out. “I heard that you have moved to Mr Blanchot’s house last week. And that no incident happened since. Do you feel calmed down?” “Yes. I am very happy to be with him. I don’t want to be expelled… It’s like I have a…” he suddenly stopped, feeling a long spurt wetting his panties. He was sure now that his jeans would show a spot of pee… How would he be able to hide it? “Yes?” “Er… It’s like I have… a family now.” He continued, feeling his cheeks blushing. “Do you feel that it is what you have missed?” “I…” he started, but he felt like losing control of his bladder. He could feel successive spurts wetting his panties. Even when he tried to scissor his legs, the spurts of pee didn’t stop. “I’m sorry…” he said, starting to cry. Hopefully, the flow stop before wetting the floor. “What are you sorry about, Alexander?” she asked, worried. “I’m sorry that I am still a child in the end.” He answered, sobbing. “Do you mean that you needed someone like Mr Blanchot to treat you like a child?” “Yes…” “Listen, Alexander. I understand that your live was complicated and that you reacted with violence to protect yourself. I can understand. But now I need to know that you will behave. You are a smart student, it would be a shame to waste your possibilities. Don’t you think?” she asked. Alexander nodded. He couldn’t talk. He looked at his pants in fear. He could see a large patch pee in the front of his trousers, and could feel that it was even worse on the back. When he looked at Léopold, he could see his teacher was worried. Everybody looked surprised and worried. They surely thought that Alexander was going to rebel himself, but instead of that he was looking completely vulnerable. “Can you promise me that you will never behave like that in the future?” she asked. “I promise.” He said. “That’s good. Now I will talk with your teachers alone. Can you wait outside until we make our decision?” she asked softly. Alexander suddenly felt his heart beat stronger. He couldn’t get up with his wet jeans in front of everybody! As the thought he released his crotch from his hands but immediately felt another long spurt wetting his trousers. He could feel the pee wetting his legs now. He managed to stop the flow with his hands, but if he tried to get up he knew that he couldn’t control anymore. “Alexander?” she asked. “I… I can’t.” The teen said in a whisper. He felt another spurt coming out of his penis. His panties were soaking wet. His bladder was hurting so badly. He wished he could be at home, alone with his teacher. He looked at him in complete despair. But Léopold didn’t understand. “Go and wait for us outside, boy.” Léopold said gently. The man wouldn’t have imagine that the boy would cry during the interview. He knew Alexander was anxious about it but he didn’t realize that it would make him miserable. Alexander couldn’t disobey his teacher. Léopold told him that he had to be cooperative during the audience… If he didn’t get up, what would happen? Would they forbid him to see Léopold again? He felt his cheeks blushing, his eyes filling up with tears. He could feel his bladder weakening. He wouldn’t make it to the toilets. He was going to have an accident in front of everyone. He tried to hold his pee with his hands tightened on his crotch. But the minute he rose from his chair he felt a long spurt coming out, running along his legs. He tried to stop the flow but it was already too late. He felt a succession of long spurts coming out. He couldn’t hold it any longer. A strong stream of pee hit the floor with noise as a large puddle surrounded his wet shoes. Everybody was looking at him with surprise. How come the biggest bad boy of the school could look so vulnerable? Alexander felt lumps in his throat. He had an accident during his disciplinary audience… But he soon felt an arm around his shoulder, leading him to the door. He could see Léopold’s sweet smile as they both disappeared in the corridor.
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  41. My first fictional story here! I'm not a native English writer so apologies for mistakes, limited vocabulary, etc. This is a story idea I had and I just wanted to put it out quickly. I'm sure it would have been better if I made it longer, but I didn't want to make you wait. ;) "Did you go the bathroom?", Rick's mom asked. With his eyes already closed, Rick nodded. "Alright. Sweet dreams, sweetheart", his mom said. She gives him a kiss on his forehead, makes sure her son is nice and snug under the blankets, then turns off the bedside lamp and quietly walks out of the bedroom. Rick lied. He didn't use the bathroom at all. Rick, now eight years old, has always been a bedwetter, or so his mother thinks. In reality, Rick stopped wetting the bed two years ago. But no bedwetting meant no more diapers at night, something he dearly missed once they were gone. To get his diapers back, Rick one morning decided to purposefully wet his bed. His mother was very disappointed, especially when it happened again a couple of days later. Hesitatingly, his mom decided to put her son in diapers again, much to his secret enjoyment. Balance was a key issue for Rick. He didn't want to worry his mom by wetting every night, but too many dry nights in a row and his diapers would be gone again. That's why, almost every other day, Rick wouldn't use the bedroom before bed, even though he said otherwise. This was one of those nights. With his hand near his crotch, Rick slowly let go, feeling how his diaper warmed up, ensuring his diaper supply wouldn't come to an end anytime soon. Moments after wetting himself, the boy falls in a deep and happy sleep. Rick isn't really able to explain why he likes to wear diapers as much as he does. He just doesn't like sleeping without them. In the weekends, he tries to wear them as long as possible, wetting a bit more while playing a video game. If he could, he would definitely wear diapers after school too, but since his slightly older sister Julie walks home with him, there's no way he could get away with that. Or could he? One Sunday, Rick returned home from a friend earlier than expected. He entered the house and walked the stairs to his room. Just as he wanted to push the door open, he heard something. Since the door wasn't completely shut, Rick peeked inside. He couldn't believe what he saw. In his room, his big sister Julie was sitting next to his bed. The drawer where their mom kept Rick's diapers was open. Julie closed the drawer, stood up and walked towards the door. Rick quickly stepped back and went into their mom's bedroom, opposite to his. He was just in time for Julie to not notice him, as she exited his room and walked downstairs. Still in shock, Rick wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Why was his big sister in his room anyway? Why was the drawer with diapers open? There could only be one explanation. Rick went downstairs as well, where he found Julie on the couch with a soda, watching tv. She looked up. "I didn't know you'd be home yet", she said surprised. Rick just looked at her, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Julie's attention was quickly recaptured by the tv. Rick decided to sit next to her on the couch. Moments later, Julie's phone rang. She'd put it on the table, so she had to get up from the couch to answer the call. As Julie walked by, he listened carefully. What he had thought upstairs, might very well be true. He heard a crinkly sound with every step Julie put towards the table. With Julie on the phone, Rick didn't know what to do. Is his sister actually wearing one of his diapers? Just like that? He couldn't believe it, even though everything pointed in that direction: her being in his room, next to the diaper drawer, and the crinkly sound when she walked past. As the conversation Julie was having on the phone got louder, Rick looked at her. Julie stared outside the window while talking on the phone, so Rick could only see her back. That's when it happened: he could clearly recognize a tiny bit of diaper waistband popping out from above his sister's jeans. Panic was about to set in, but then Rick came up with something better. After ending her phone call, Julie returned to the couch, now with her phone in hand, sending a text, effectively ignoring Rick. This was his chance. It's make or break now. "I know what you did", Rick said. "What do you mean?", Julie replied uninterestedly, still staring at her phone. "I know what you're wearing", Rick answered. Julie looked up, worried now. This scared her. "I... I don't understand", she said, even though she had a feeling that she actually knew what was going to happen. Her little brother would find out about her little secret. That she would sometimes grab a diaper from his drawer and wear one herself. She would be teased for life about this, or even worse, if he'd tell their mom about this. "Why did you go into my room?", Rick asked. Julie's heart was racing. She didn't know what to say. "I... Well, I...". "Are you wearing a diaper?", Rick now asked point blank. Julie blushed heavily. She felt there was no point in denying it. She stayed silent for a while, then asked her younger brother: "What do you want from me?" "I'll let you in on a secret", Rick said. Julie got confused. Is this the time for sharing a secret? Rick continued. "I don't actually wet the bed anymore", he said. His sister's eyes got bigger. "You don't?", she said in disbelief. "I don't. But I still want to wear diapers. They make me happy", Rick said, now himself blushing. Julie's confusion grew. First her little dirty secret got busted by her brother, then he admits to an even dirtier secret? "What do you want from me?", Julie said in agony. "Well", Rick replied slowly, "I won't tell mom about your secret on one condition. I want to wear diapers during the day too, even when you're around." Julie smiled. That's one hell of a relief! Just to be sure, she asked: "Can I keep using yours?" Rick nodded. "So it's our secret now!", Julie exclaims. Rick was so happy. Finally he had what he wanted: more opportunities to wear a diaper during the day. "Did you wet it?", Rick asked his older sister. Julie blushed again, then she slowly nodded. "Maybe you should get changed", Rick proposed, "and I wanna wear one too before mom comes home." "Would you like me to help you with that?", Julie asked. Getting a diaper change from his older sister during the day without being teased? Rick was over the moon! He gave his sister a big hug, something he rarely does. Both Rick and Julie got up from the black couch. On it, a little wet patch was visible. Clearly, Julie's diaper had leaked. Julie put her hands in front of her mouth. This was embarrassing. "It's OK", Rick said, "it could happen to me too." Julie was already enjoying this completely renewed bond with her little brother. She followed him upstairs so she could change her wet diaper, then put one on her brother for the very first time.
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  42. 10

    From the album: Beach Wetting

    My first attempt at this stuff :P
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  43. I'm pretty sure there are no rules about reposts and if there are, enforcement is nonexistent.
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  44. Chapter Four: Bonding with Cassie. We arrived at the camp just after one. I got up and looked around. The camp consisted of four log cabins that sat on the edge of a forest. A simple gravel track ran between the cabins and a large meadow. We pulled right up to the cabin and we unloaded stuff. The first thing I did when we had everything offloaded into the cabin was make my bed. The cabin was smallish, but much larger than we needed. Bunk beds lined the back wall. There were about ten of them. A twin bed sat near the door. Of course Bets claimed that one. I was surprised that many of the girls openly put their packs of diapers at the foot of their beds. I shrugged and put my diaper back in that location. I didn't even bother to zip it. I claimed one on the edge, but Cassie took the one next to me. She said she didn't want to be near Melody who had taken a bunk in the center. It was funny. Everyone picked bottom bunks. I didn't know why, but that is how it was. I wondered why. My guess was that if an incontinent girl shared a bunk bed, the other sibling would get the top in case their were any leaks. No one wants a golden shower in their sleep. When we were all unpacked, Bets called a meeting. We gathered around. She passed out sheets of paper. I looked at mine and saw we had an agenda. I sighed. It wasn't bad. There were nature hikes, a swimming session at the lake, and sports. I hated sports. There was also free time as well. “So I have lots of activities planned,” said Bets. “We need to get to know one another. I am Bets. I started a scholarship so that girls with incontinence. When I studied engineering at MIT, I was alone. I was embarrassed about having to share a dorm room and explain to my roommate that I had a wetting problem. She teased me and never wanted to hang out. She kept my secret, but I felt like someone who only lived in the same room as me. I wanted a roommate who knew what incontinence was like. I realized that only another incontinent girl would make a good roommate. That's why we are here. We want you to pick a college roommate who you can bond with. There are six of you and that means we have three dorm rooms to fill. You will spend lots of time with your new roommate, so here at camp, I want you to spend time with each of your fellow freshmen engineers. Any questions?” “Um, what's with the swimming?” asked Veronica. “It's stupid. I can't swim anymore. We're incontinent. How's that even going to work?” “I like to swim,” said Melody. “My mommy sent some swim diapers.” “I'm not wearing swim diapers. You can't hide them under a bikini,” said Veronica. “There are many ways to deal with swimming,” said Bets. “Swim diapers are one of them. I have plenty of extra swim diapers for those who don't have any. I usually just wear my regular diaper under soccer shorts though. We are here at this campground where there is a beautiful lake just to the south of us.” “That's what I do,” said Bella. “No one really knows. They do swell a bit though.” “We are going swimming tomorrow,” said Bets. “We will all enjoy it. We have the campground to ourselves, so no one is going to see you in your diapers. That is final. I won't insist that you change your swimming habits. Besides, when are you going to have a chance to swim again.” I was disappointed. Out of habit, I had brought a bikini. I did think about the diapers. I would never be able to swim again. I was upset because I looked good in a bikini. “You guys are just so stupid,” said Darleen. “Stop arguing. It's not important. We are here to bond. Let's not get into an argument about one activity.” “Very good, Darleen,” said Bets. It took an entire hour to get through the agenda. Cassie started fidgeting. My stomach started to cramp and I knew I would have to poop soon. I shifted uncomfortably as well. Some of the girls told long stories. I was in pain. I looked around and then at my watch. I saw Cassie relax. Her face looked blank like she was peeing. She got a scared look on her face and struggled to her knees. “Bathroom,” she squeaked. Everyone stared at her. Was she a faker? I had to go bad as well. We would both get sent home if I revealed myself. “Do you need a diaper change?”ask Bets. She looked a mix of concerned and suspicious. “No,” she whispered. “Yes. I--” She stood and held a hand tightly on the back of her black pants. She ran out the door. “What happened?” asked Melody. I got up. “If she feels like me, she really has to poop.” I grabbed her diaper bag and mine. “Where is the bathroom? I'll find her.” “Oh, yeah,” said Bets. “I should have mentioned that. It's right behind cabin one. None of us are bowel incontinent this year.” I ran out the door to follow Cassie. She was going the wrong way. “Cassie.” She looked at me. “This way,” I said. She came back in my direction and we looked around. I spotted cabin one and we walked around to the back. The bathroom was just around the corner. I was ahead of Cassie and spotted the bathroom. My heart sunk when I saw it. It was a tiny wooden building with a moon carved in the door. It leaned to one side at a ten degree angle. I looked back at Cassie. She had her knees pressed together and she was hobbling by moving just the bottoms of her legs. “I'm not going to make it.” She just stopped. I heard a squishy fart. There wasn't much smell because the diaper blocked most of it. “Come on,” I told her. I needed to go bad as well. “I...,” she said. I saw her almost fall and like an idiot, I rushed forward to catch her. She clung to my neck and hung on me as she bent over and I heard the squishy farting noise again. “Oh God,” she said. I had thought she was just farting, but she really stunk. She had just filled her diaper. Her weight pushed me down a few inches. I lost control myself and made a mess in my diaper as well. I knew I shouldn't have had the milkshake. Usually I would go to the bathroom right away, but I was distracted by needed to change my diaper in McDonald's and dealing with two other girls. We stood together hugging each other as we emptied our bowels in our underpants. It had gone too far. I wondered if it was too late to take up yodeling. I would go to Bets, come clean and give up this nonsense. I was done. “I can't believe I did that,” said Cassie. “I've never had an accident since I was ten.” I looked at her. “I mean pooped my pants,” she said. “This sucks.” She let go of me. “What are we going to do?” “I guess we get changed. I brought our diaper bags.” “Well, we are supposed to be bonding,” she said. “Have you ever changed a messy diaper? What should I do?” “To be honest, I don't have any experience with this.” I looked at the bathroom and started for it. I would get some water and paper towels so I could clean myself. However, when I opened the door, there was only a wooden plank with a hole in the middle. I let the door shut and turned back to Cassie. “What?” she asked. “It's just an outhouse. We need a shower.” “Or a hose,” she said. “At least it's contained in my diaper.” It wasn't running down my legs yet. “Me too, buy I am afraid it will leak any minute. Let's go back and get Bets. She'll know what to do.” “No way,” said Cassie. “I am not going into a room with a bunch of dorks and admitting I just filled my pants. I never should have had that milkshake in McDonald's. It's just McDonald's shakes that make me almost shit my pants.” “Almost?” I asked. “Well, until now,” she said. I opened my diaper bag and took inventory. There were diapers, some powder, and a box of wipes. I didn't really stock it with a lot of necessities being unsure what I needed. I looked at Cassie. “I don't know what to do either. There is no room to change in the outhouse. Hell, there is no running water. Let's just admit our mistake and go tell Bets.” “I got a better idea,” said Cassie. “How about we go skinny dipping?” That was a weird suggestion and just came out of no where. Sure, I'd like a swim, but I had to deal with my accident. I gave her a questioning look. “No, really. We go down to the lake, strip naked, and wash this mess off of us. Bets said there was a lake to the south of us.” “We can't wash in the lake. We'll contaminate it.” I could imagine the next day having to swim in the same water I washed my poopy ass with. That would sure go over well. “Just come on.” Cassie walked or rather waddled ahead of me. She looked into the woods and stopped, but then she saw started forward. I wasn't about to just charge into the woods, but Cassie found a dirt trail and we headed straight into the woods. I think we walked around. The mess was spreading throughout my diaper and I imagined that some was running down the back of my leg. I touched the back of my jeans, but nothing felt wet. I continued to follow for about twenty minutes, when we crossed a little foot bridge across a creek. We turned following the bank of the creek until we found a lake. The lake was pretty big. Cassie walked down from toward the lake and was about to undo her pants when I saw a sign that said the swimming area was around the lake a bit. “The swimming area is around here.” Cassie reluctantly buttoned her pants and we walked the short area to a swimming area complete with a sand beach and a little building at the top of sand. The building had two signs: one said men and the other said women. It was dressing rooms. “Ooh, there might be showers in there.” She hurried forward, not even waddling anymore. I followed as best I could. Inside, it was indeed a dressing room. Even though we were inside, there was plenty of light. I looked up and there was no ceiling. A line of bathroom stalls sat at one wall and sinks occupied another. In one corner was a shower room. Inside was just a pole with a bunch of shower heads like I was used to from gym class in high school. The edge of the room were surrounded by benches for changing. Cassie slipped out of her shirt and bra faster than she could have with help from a high school jock. She kicked her sandals off, but her pants took longer as she didn't want to have her diaper leak when she was getting them undone. She flung her clothes onto one of the benches and looked down to examine the diaper. I didn't envy her and although my description seems like it, I didn't just stand there and watch her change. I was undressed soon after she was. I was caught off guard by examining the seat of my pants. My diaper had leaked and there was an obvious stain at the back of my right leg. I sighed and threw the pants on the floor beneath the bench where my clean clothes were. I then untaped my diaper and slowly lowered it and then pulled it into a loose ball. Cassie kicked a trash barrel toward me and I dropped it in on top of her diaper. She started toward the shower and was about to turn it on when I said, “Wouldn't it suck if the water isn't turned on?” The look on her face was priceless, especially since she was naked and her but and thighs were smeared with poop. “Don't you dare think that,” she cried. She reached the handle to the faucet and gave it a turn. The piped groaned a bit, but then water started flowing and she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the water. I took a spot on the other side and turned on my faucet. The water felt so good after being dirty for so long. It felt so weird not having soap. I did not feel clean at all when I finished. I knew I was better then when I started. Water and scrubbing work wonders, but it's not the same as soap, especially when I was cleaning poop of myself. We finished and I reached in my diaper bag to pull out a clean diaper. Cassie put a hand on my wrist. “Wait,” she said, “Let's go skinny dipping since we are here.” “But..,” I started to object. “What if I wet?” She smiled. “We will be outside and naked. You can't get wet except from the lake water. If you pee on the beach or in the lake, who will know?” At least she believed I was incontinent. I really wasn't like a lot of the other girls here. Cassie was being pretty cool to me. I just wished she didn't bully the other girls so bad. “Okay, but only for thirty minutes.” We walked naked to the lakes to begin our swim. The water was cool and the sun was hot. I had never been skinny dipping before. It was so much fun.
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  45. Here's another chapter for you all. I am really loving the feedback. It makes me feel good as a writer. Chapter Three: The Public Change About noon, we stopped at a McDonald's. I had wet my diaper a second time, which made the pee not feel so clammy, but I wanted a fresh diaper. We all grabbed our diaper bags and stood outside the van as Bets lock it up. “Okay. Here is the plan. Cassie, Nora, and Melody will go into the bathroom and change. Veronica, Bella, and Darlene and I will order our food. When you come out, we will go change while you order your food. Then we will eat together.” I looked at Cassie and Melody. Melody looked back at Bets. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was too shy. Cassie walked toward the building. I grabbed Melody's hand and pulled her with me as I followed. We got inside and Cassie and I took the first two stalls. I thought I heard Melody go into the third stall, but I wasn't sure. I pulled down my pants and looked down at my wet diaper. It was really wet in the back since I sat while wetting. I peeled off the tapes and rolled it up, then wiped myself off with baby wipes. Once finished, I put on the diaper like I had practiced by leaning against the wall of the stall. I got it on semi-decently. I listened as Cassie changed. I heard the toilet flushing, and then heard the rustling of a diaper. We came out together. Melody stood waiting for us holding a diaper. She pushed the diaper to Cassie. “Can you please change me?” “I'm not changing your smelly butt,” said Cassie. “Can't you change yourself? We did it,” I said. “My mommy always changed me. I don't know what to do.” She held the diaper to me. I sighed. “I guess I can help you.” She pulled the diaper change table down and then tried to unhook her overalls. She had trouble. They opened easily to me. Once her pants were down, she lay on the table. Her diaper was swollen. Unlike my purple diaper, hers was white, but it had blocks across the front. I thought my diaper was thick. “Guard the door,” I told Cassie. I didn't want any strangers seeing this. I untaped the college woman's diaper and then cleaned her with a wipe. For her part, Melody lay still and stared at the ceiling. I put the clean diaper under her and then powdered her. I then closed it and taped it up. The tapes on her diaper sucked, but they got the job done. Once she was diapered she stood up and pulled up her pants and then motioned for me to do up her overalls. “Thank you,” she said. “We are going to have to teach you to do this yourself,” I said. “Why can't you get your overalls undone? What do you do when you poop?” asked Cassie. “Mommy takes me to the potty when I have to poop.” “I knew everyone would be in diapers, but she's a fucking baby,” snarled Cassie. “Didn't your mother teach you anything?” “Don't call me a baby,” she said. “I am a big girl.” “You're not a baby. You just let your mother do too many things for you. We better teach you to do things yourself before classes start” I knew I shouldn't have promised. I knew I would regret it. It's hard enough pretending to be incontinent without being a mommy. I just didn't want to be around her if she couldn't learn discretion before classes started. Cassie just rolled her eyes. We walked out to get food. It wasn't real food; it was McDonald's food. I ordered a vanilla milkshake and a Double Quarter Pounder. I supersized it too. Since I am lactose intolerant, I was an idiot, but I thought it wouldn't matter. Ugh. At least Cassie had hers coming. She ordered the same thing as me. I should have had a happy meal like Melody.
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  46. So the brakes went out in my car. You guys lucked out because I had my laptop with me. I wrote way ahead in my posting schedule of a chapter a week, so you get an extra chapter this week. I went to a pub nearby, had my hair done, and wrote while my car was being worked on by mechanics. Chapter Two: Fitting in with the Group I drove my car into Cambridge and then followed the directions I was given previously. I pulled into the lot near Kesge Auditorium and right away I saw the group I was looking for. They were not hard to miss. The parking lot was empty except for a livery van and four cars. Five college age girls and two women stood around the van. I pulled in and got out. “Are you Nora?” a woman asked me. She looked like she was forty. She wore mom jeans and a T-shirt. “Yes,” I said. I opened the back door of my car and got my bags, a pillow, and my sleeping bag. I had brought two bags. One was usually sufficient for camping, but not for this trip. The extra bag was my diaper bag. I grabbed my stuff in both arms and took them toward the van. “I think I have everything I need.” “Good. You're the last one, so let's get going. You can put your stuff in the back of the van.” She open the rear door and I piled my stuff in there. I opened the diaper bag and pulled out a book and then looked down at my clean diapers. The wet diaper I had on had stopped feeling warm and good and I felt that I could use a change. “Do I have time to run to the bathroom real quick?” I leaned closer to her. “I'm wet.” The other older woman heard me. She looked at a brown haired girl. “Are you wet, Darla?” She actually put her hand under the girl's skirt to check. She pulled away. “No, mother. I'm fine. You don't have to do that. I'm starting college now. I know if I am wet or need a change.” “I'm your mother and I care about you. You don't want to get a rash like last time, do you?” “Mother, stop! I'm going to camp now.” She walked around and picked a seat in the van. The woman, not Darla's mother, leaned in and whispered to me. “Do you think we can get by another hour? I think Darla's feeling a bit of pressure to get on the road.” I nodded. When Kara and I were testing, she had me try to make a diaper leak. I hadn't been able to before the thing got so soggy I had to take it off. I had had to wet three times to get to that point. “I think so.” “Good. Then we got to go.” She led me in through the sliding door of the van and I took a seat beside a bored looking girl with a sarcastic nerd phrase on her shirt. She wore black cargo jeans with all kinds of metal hanging from them. She turned to the other woman. “Mrs. Keene, we need to get going.” “Sure. Have a good time, Darla, and listen to Miss. Jones.” The girl Darla just glared as Miss Jones closed the sliding door and walked around to the driver's seat. While she was gone, the girl next to me whispered, “My God, it's like she is a five year old going to her first sleep-away camp.” “So I wasn't the only one who thought that was uncomfortable?” I asked. “Hardly,” said the girl, “at least she was standing up to her mother and not crying as she drove away.” She just pointed her thumb behind her to a girl wearing a pale blue and plaid bib overalls. She was dabbing her eyes with a Kleenex. The girl wore her short blond hair in pig tales. In her left arm she held a battered teddy bear. “So what's your story?” Before I could answer, Miss Jones hopped in the drivers seat and started the van. She put the van in gear and started to drive out of parking lot. “Girls,” she said. “I am Elizabeth Jones, but you can call me Bets. I am the scholarship coordinator and founder of the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls in Engineering. I like to have this camp for several reasons. Mainly so you can get to know each other and find out who you want to be your roommate. There are six of you, so you can pair off during camp. The other reason is, unfortunately, to screen out people who are liars. I had to replace one girl who was not even incontinent. I thought Nora was more deserving of the scholarship.” At this point we had driven off campus and onto the main road. “So get to know each other during this week. How about introducing yourself to each other as we drive to the camp.” She stopped talking to concentration driving and we started talking. “Well, I am glad to be on the road,” said Darla. “You don't know what it's like to live with a woman that treats you like a toddler every minute of the day. I'm eighteen now. I am finally independent.” “We're supposed to be introducing ourselves, Mommy's Girl, not whining about our childhoods,” said the girl next to me. “That's really mean,” said Darla. “I am tired of being teased about my incontinence. Having a mother who is not so discrete about it means everyone in high school knew. I just want to move on. I want to experience stuff. That is what college is for. This scholarship is great. I worried about college and having to hide my diapers from my roommate, but if my roommate also needs diapers I can keep it a secret. My name is Darlene Keene and I am excited about studying engineering at MIT.” “Darlene, not Darla?” I asked. “Darla is my toddler name. I am eighteen and I am an adult. I am Darlene. I have a medical condition called incontinence that I can manage as an adult. I don't need my overprotective mother to change me.” The girl with the teddy bear sat beside Darlene. She spoke up. It was the first time she said anything. “I've never changed myself before. I'm a bit overwhelmed. I've never been so far away from my mommy before.” The girl next to me snickered, but the girl ignored her. “My name is Melody.” Her voice was soft and quiet. “I don't really have friends, so I don't know what to expect. I was home schooled. I scored perfect on the ACT.” In the rear seat, a girl spoke up. “I'm Veronica English. I'm just as normal as anyone else, or I was until the accident. Some drunk ran into my car when I first got my license. It wasn't fair. The drunk doesn't have to wear diapers. That would be fitting justice. Instead, he only got thirty days in jail. I have to spend the rest of my life in diapers.” She pounded her fists on the seat beside her. “My boyfriend took someone else to prom. He was too embarrassed to be with me. I entered my application for the scholarship that day. Ironically, the next day was the last day to get the scholarship application in the mail.” “My name is Bella,” said her neighbor who had just looked up from a book. She wore all black. Even her nail polish and lipstick was black. “People already though I was weird, so knowing about my diapers really didn't change things. I like dressing in black and reading about vampires.” She picked up her book and started to read. “A girl named Bella who reads books about vampires? Can you get more cliché than that?” said the girl next to me. “I'm surprised she doesn't sparkle in the sunlight.” She started laughing at her own joke. Bella looked up. “I'm reading Anne Rice, not that stupid Stephanie Meyer woman. Lestat and Louie would feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. My mother liked the name Bella. I was born way before Twilight even was heard of. Why don't you tell us about yourself, Loudmouth, instead of teasing us. You pee your pants like the rest of us.” “Fine. My name is Cassie. I am majoring in engineering at MIT. I've dreamed of coming to MIT all my life. I want to fully experience college.” She looked at me. I hadn't introduced myself yet. “From hearing you talk, you wouldn't even know you were incontinent. What gives?” asked Bella. “You're not telling us about yourself.” “I told you my name and my vision. I'm done.” “Cassie doesn't have to say why she wears diapers,” I said. “My promised college fund went away, so I thought I couldn't go to college. I was going to go to Alpen-adria-univeritat Klagenfurt to pursue a yodeling major, but thanks to this scholarship, I will actually get to major in a marketable skill.” I looked around. I was being stared at. I gave a nervous giggle. “Plus, I don't have to explain my special underpants to a roommate. I'm Nora Stevens. I don't have a middle name. Is that weird or what?” I faced forward and looked in my book. Cassie slid next to me. “Why did you turn down a chance to study in Austria?” Her voice was quiet like she didn't want the other girls to hear. “I was living with a family who had a real daughter who was studying in Europe. She was so pretty and she came home to visit for Christmas. She had so many experiences.” She looked across me out the window and sighed. “That was my favorite family.” “Um, yodeling,” I said. That was all the answer I thought I needed to give. I wondered what she meant by having a favorite family. I thought you only got one. “I never thought I could even get into MIT.” She smiled at me. “I hit the jackpot here.” She shifted her legs closed and closed her eyes like she needed to pee. She didn't get the blank stare Kara said I got went I wet a diaper.
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  47. i hate you. THIS IS THE INTERNET, censor your bad case of dumb a**, not this forum. It's not inappropriate for me to say i'd buy your car if its a nice car, even if you hadn't said it was for sale. It's a great video and he wants her clothes. I want an Elvis jacket or one of his gibson guitars; come at, tell me i'm a freak. I hate people like you, you're the reason different ethnicities and sexual orientations have to deal with discrimination, you dont like it or agree with it, so its clearly incorrect. In the most eloquent way meant: go fluff yourself you stupid piece of douchy heartless discriminating low life queef dusting parasite.
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  49. I dont think he meant it as an insult or anything. i believe it was meant as a compliment its not that far fetched a comment. over at michelle & Michaels site, i believe you can buy underwear that have been peed in. can do the same with Glimpse and Pandora i believe. and im sure there other sites that do the same. i do see that those types of comments may be in bad taste here, but no need to insult. he got the negative rep vote(although it seems someone upvoted to even it out) maybe just send him a PM letting him know it was uncalled for. no need to make a deal about it. or at least just ignore it. if TC finds it in bad taste she can eithe comment on it or ignore it.
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  50. Your videos are wonderful. You are the first person I wish I good buy your panties from.
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