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  1. I've been searching around on pornhub and came across some videos. I did a search here of the title of the video and didn't get anything to show up for what I have found on pornhub. I do hope that these videos haven't been posted already and if they have been, I do apologize about the re-post of them. La cochonne fait Pipi dans son short.mp4 Norwegian desperate pissing in leggings.mp4 Orgasming while pissing my little panties (sorry so shaky!).mp4 Peeing in white pants.mp4 Pipi pantalon pyjama.mp4 Sugar Thighs Pee Her Jeans.mp4 Valeryandconyxx Masturbation And Wets My Shorts.mp4
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  2. Version 1.0.0

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    This is the video released by omoani September 2017. It's about a girl being held hostage and needing to pee. Please support the artist by buying the videos if you can. This the version from Melonbooks (no mosaic).
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  3. Version 1.0.0

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    I'll try again with some Sofie Little Enjoy
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  4. Version 1.0.0

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    This is the same comic I shared a few months ago that kicked off this series of adaptations. Only reason it's paid is because these are the highest resolution versions - the gallery did compress them a little but I totally understand if you wanna stick with the free version. Nonetheless the originals are up if you wish to support me, each purchase will speed up a new comic! Feedback is always welcome and so are requests.
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  5. alright, next comic is up. I know its a little pricey but again only a little over half will go to me and you get 3 illustrated wettings. Let me know what you think
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  6. Version 1.0.0

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    An older Jade video in which ladies using a public bathhouse casually and discreetly relieve themselves while seated.
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  7. Today was the end of my first week at my new job, and a couple of my volunteers and co-workers took me out for drinks after work this evening. I was wearing a long ankle length dress and pair of my favorite little mermaid panties (black fishy panties). Well after a couple of drinks (really good local craft beer, Vancouver has tonnes of this), I called the hubby and he came and joined us after his work and some complicated transit. The celebrating ended somewhat early, so that it was still light when we headed for the Skytrain home. Now as some of you know, I’ve a bit of a reputation for being a slightly leaky and messy drunk. I wasn’t drunk at this point but I was feeling incredibly naughty so rather than head right home with my hubby, I took us on a detour when we got off the Skytrain and led us to a park near our place. We hung out sitting on the grass for a while talking and laughing and then making out a little bit like horny teenagers. It was tones of fun. I love doing this sort of thing, as I really didn’t do it very much as a teen, but I need to be in the right mood. Well I definitely was in the right mood and getting more excited by the minute. I was sitting with my dress underneath me, and at one point I shifted my legs so that it pooled around me, exposing my panty-covered bum to the cool grass. While kissing my hubby I guided his hand up my dress to touch me over my panties. It felt very naughty being felt up in a public place, and my heart was pounding. My bladder was also filling. The ride home from the pub was not a short one, and I’m not known for my iron bladder. It was becoming noticeably full, something that was not by the position I was sitting in. Feeling the urge, combined with being incredible turned on as a result of the serious heavy petting I was experiencing and the beers, I decided I wanted to be extra naughty. Switching into little’s mode mid-kiss I broke off to whisper in my hubbies ear “Daddy, I have to pee.” He stopped for a moment, his hand still rubbing the outside of my panties. “Right now? Can you hold it?” He inquired, playing along gamefully. I shook my head in an exaggerated shake. “You want me to…” But before he had a chance to reply, I grabbed his arm, pushing his hand firmly against the crotch of my panties, and shook my head. His eyes grew wide. He’s not into wetting and kinky stuff all that much, but he knows how much it turns me on, he didn’t mind playing along, knowing it would drive me wild. It didn’t take more than an instant before I released, as I really did have to go, and I flooded my already slightly damp panties. The feeling of warmth that spread quickly across the gusset of my panties, augmented by the pressure from his hand (which had stopped rubbing) was amazing. I could feel the grass around my inner thighs and bum getting wet and was suffused in a full body feeling of ‘naughtiness’ looking out around the public and well-occupied park as I soaked my panties. I think if I had been doing this exact thing as a teenage I would have climaxed right there on the spot, but I’m no longer a horny teenager, I could certainly wait until I got home, but just barely. After I had stopped, I reveled n the feeling of warm pee slowly cooling in my panties, and continued to look around the park at the various people, going about their day, oblivious to the enormity of the panty wetting going on under my dress. After a little while, my hubby removed his soaked hand and wiped it on the grass. I grinned at him in a horny-stupid grin I’ve seen mostly guys make, and blurted out something like “Take me home Daddy, I had an accident.” Now out of character he said “I’ll say you had.” And he helped me up. As I stood, I was careful so that my dress didn’t get into too much contact with my soaked panties. I could also feel the now cool pee running down the insides of my legs, like tantalizing chilly tongues, licking my inner thighs, sending tingling shivers all over my body. I wobble a little at first but then we were on our way. Our place is about 5 blocks from the park, and about a block along I asked my hubby if he could see a wet spot, while feeling my bum. He informed me that he could not, and I was satisfied that the thickness of the dress and downward dripping motion of the pee, meant that no one could see I had peed my panties. I loved the rubbing feeling of the wet edges of my panty gussets on my inner thigh, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my sex. My heart was pounding, and my entire body was screaming for sex. The elevator ride up to our flat was almost tortuous, if I hadn’t been holding my hubbies hand. He tried at some more role play, and blurted out something about little girls who wet their panties needing to be punished, but I stopped him, moving out of the age-play dynamic which sometimes he has difficulty getting into, I whispered in his ear in a distinctly un-little voice. “I need you to fuck me, and hard.” I could tell that this took all the pressure off him. I rubbed up against him like a scent marking cat and groped the front of his trousers. He was pretty hard when we exited the elevator and headed for our flat. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of our neighbours at this time. Once inside, we both shed our clothes with gusto. My shoes were off and in a single fluid motion I had my dress up over my head so that I was standing in the front hallway in nothing by a bra and wet panties. Still mostly dressed my hubby guided me into our room, and undid my bra. When we went to remove my wet panties I stopped him and told him I wanted them on, and that I wanted it rough. He was naked before I knew it, and I was on my hands and knees on the bed, exposing my wet-panty covered bum to him. He reached for the wet gusset, and pulling it aside, entered me, roughly. I don’t usually share these last details in my story, but I couldn’t resist sharing this part today. The feeling of being fucked (this was no love-making), while still wearing the panties that I had wet in public a short while ago drove me wild. Every thrust shifted the fabric of my wet panties against me let, and reminded me of my ‘accident.’ It did not take either of us to climax and it was certainly a most satisfying one. As I came, I could feel myself leaking considerably, and I added even more fluid into the soaking panties. I was all manic and energized from the park activity and couldn’t lay still for the post-sex cuddle. I also had to pee again, that very pressing after-sex pee that has to happen now. Well I grabbed my husband’s phone and stood up, I was dripping cum into my panties as I did so. I found a well lit place in our room, and shot some video of me soaking my panties even more. I couldn’t stop dripping cum, and pee, and all manner of other sexy fluids into my panties. I stood there and enjoyed the rushing feeling, the unstoppable dripping feeling. Filling my panties. I took two videos (well more than that), but I had to do some amateur editing to cut out my girl parts, which were clearly visible at different times. I think I must have leaked into my panties for a good 4 minutes. And afterwards I had to put on a Goodnite, as I was dripping all evening! Soaking Panties 1.mp4 Soaking Panties 2.mp4 Well, I wanted to share this story with you all, I hope you enjoyed it. It was certainly tonnes of fun for me! You can’t quite make out just how wet my panties were because of their colour, but they were certainly soaked. The shot of the gusset provides an example of just how wet they got. In case anyone is interested, the panties in question, dried after being soaked thoroughly twice, are for sale, in case anyone wants them! Let me know and get in touch or visit my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach p.s. Now that my panties have dried, I can tell you that they smell divine, the perfect after-sex and panty-wetting accident smell!
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  8. Hello alltogether! My Name is Jack, I'm 30 years old and I am from Austria, so please forgive me my bad english because it's not my mother tongue. :) I like Desperation and wetting since I was in my teen years and the last 10 years I found out, that it's quiete fun and really really turning me on. I haven't told anyone of my fetish, so I have to be careful, when I carry it out. I'm looking forward to share interesting stories and experiences. :) So, here is my Story: Last week I travelled home by train from a train station about 50 km away from my home station. I was in a hurry and had to catch my train, because there was an appointment which I couldn't afford to miss. When I entered the train I already felt a strong pressure and wanted to relief myself immediately on the train toilet. But there was a sheet on the door, which said that the toilet is not usable. I really started to panic because I originally didn't want to wet myself and there was only one single toilet in that train. I took a seat and tried to withstand the urge. I asked a conducter, if she could unlock the door, because I was about to burst. She said, that it's not possible because those sheets were only fixed by the cleaning staff and she could not just open the door. I understood her argument. The woman who was sitting on the opposite of me told me that the toilets in thiat kind of trains were often closed. After about 40 minutes of travelling my bladder was about to burst and I started to walk around in the wagon to better hold it in. There I met the friendly conductor again and she said, that the journey would only take 20 minutes longer and that I should hold out. She was really friendly and cute. :) I desperately took a seat once more and meanwhile I had to use my hands to hold it in. The woman on my opposite started to glance at my crotch and my painfilled face. She seemed to watch my hands between my legs. I admit, that her staring really started to excite me and somewhere between that Moment and the next 5 Kilometers i decided to wet myself. I would just change quickly at home and then head to my appointment. I breathed deeply and whispered : "Oh my good..." She looked at me and said: "Are you alright? You really have to go, do you?" I answered yes and that I couldn't hold it any longer. To my surprise she answered, that if I couldn't hold it I should just let it run and don't torment myself. She promised not to tell anyone. I thanked her and said, that I would try to keep on holding. To my pity she left the train at the next station. She whished me good luck and took a last glance at my crotch. I really couldn't hold it any longer and since there were no other people around me, I decided to let the natural free run and relaxed. A warm flood ran into my black spandex Sport pants and into the seat. It was that much, that it ran down onto the floor. It was really reliefing and turning on. I had to watch out when I left the Train, because my massive boner wasn't easy to hide. :) So, that was my first shared experience of wetting myself in public. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Here are some Pictures of my interesting journey:
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  9. Your post was hidden because it violates the community guidelines. Be thankful I didn't find it, I would have issued a warning. "OmoOrg is also not a hook-up or camming service." Please read the guidelines before resuming posting here. Thank you.
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  11. Just found another one: https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/165465316748/iheartdesperation-oh-no-im-peeing-password PASSWORD: ohnoimpeeing
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  12. FYI- For anyone who may be a member of HD Wetting, we have a few spanking/wetting videos available: Spanking Alisha Spanked Until She Pees Making Sosha Pee
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  13. Version 1.0.0

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    Saw this post and have managed to procure it. Most scenes involve women who are so desperate that they tear their panyhose and pull their panties to the side upon reaching the toilet.
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  14. 駆け込みOLパンスト破り放尿 JADE DLSL-192 View File Saw this post and have managed to procure it. Most scenes involve women who are so desperate that they tear their panyhose and pull their panties to the side upon reaching the toilet. Submitter iancress Submitted 09/19/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Skirt
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  15. I peed my pants this morning. I wore new boxer briefs and old blue jeans. I spent an hour reading post in this forum and getting turned on. I was laying on my bed in my new boxer briefs, touching my penis yhrough the fabric. I love the way my cock feels through the fabric. It felt so good. I let my bladder fill up and when it was time, I put on my blue jeans and went to the bathroom. I actually recorded the whole thing on my phone but I was too embarrassed to post it. It wasn't the best quality and there wasn't a lot of sound. I peed myself for about thirty seconds. It felt so good to feel my hot piss flowing down my legs. It was an okay size wetting. My pissy pants felt great to wear. I watched the video still standing in my pissy pants and I started stroking my erection through my pissy boxer briefs. I felt so horny and naughty. It only took a couple of minutes before I came in my dirty undies. I deleted the video but now I wish I didn't erase it.
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  16. Here are 4 more videos that I haven't seen on here in searching the name of the lady where I found these videos from.... becca_peeing - #leggings #lovepee #love #lovewetting....mp4 becca_peeing - Its rewetting time! D Hier hab ich zu....mp4 Einmal voll machen bitte.mp4 Here I pee for the second time.mp4
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  17. Personally I would have preferred a moderate like Ron/Rand Paul as president, but after 8 years of Obama, I knew we weren't gonna get a moderate. Trump fascinates me because he's not a politician - he's a businessman, and a damn good one at that. Capitalist America was built by businessmen. I had a feeling he'd take the election from the moment Ann Coulter suggested it on Real Time - because he knows how to sell. I didn't trust Hillary. Rage at me all you want for disliking a political candidate based on something other than manifesto and track record, but I don't think Hillary had the country's best interests at heart - and I think Trump did. "Make America Great Again", hits the nail right on the head. I know he's not perfect, and he's had some bad moments, but I think the majority of the controversy surrounding him is grasping at straws. I'm very keen to see how the next three seven years will play out.
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  18. Found a video on YouTube. The file is an edited version that just cuts out the first half where not much happens. The girl while getting wrapped starts peeing, It seems implied that it's because the wrapping was too tight. No peeing is shown but at the end they show the puddle which is quite large. 100 Layer Saran Wrap Challenge_ She Peed!! - Edited.mkv
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    Don't do drugs, kids.
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  21. Hello, there, everyone. Long time no see. I meant to revive this story a long time ago, but it takes a while to gather up the 10,000 gold for a resurrection when you work retail. Anyway, the new chapter's finally done. This one has a lot more story to it than desperation components. Hope y'all enjoy. As always feedback and/or suggestions are welcome. _____________________________________________ Samantha and Allison walked slowly through the Academy’s halls as they made their way back to the lab. Sam was still getting used to her new legs. Every stride was so much shorter than she was used to. It felt like she was working twice as hard to cover half the distance. She was moving so slow. Meanwhile, her thoughts were racing. This was as unbelievable as it was humiliating. In the span of about an hour, Samantha Adder- the promising adult apprentice sorcerer on the verge of taking the most important test of her life- was turned into a child, wet herself, and changed into a set of clothes borrowed from a student’s little sister. Of all her strange adventures in this world of magic, this was probably Samantha’s most surreal. She hoped it would be over soon. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if it wasn’t over soon? Or worse, what if Matt couldn’t find a cure? What if there was something even worse that came out of this potion? “Are you going to be alright on your own from here?” Allison asked as they reached the lab door. Sam hesitated for a moment, “I think I might like a little back-up… You know, in case I have to explain what just happened.” Allison let out a slight chuckle, which didn’t help Sam feel any better. “No problem, I got your back.” She assured. “And just to be clear,” Samantha added, looking up at the student- she would never get used to this angle, “that stays between us. Spector doesn’t need to know any of what happened back there.” She tried to say this as harshly as possible. Sam realized her young voice just didn’t carry the same force as her normal one. “Of course,” Allison assured, “like I said, it’s our little secret.” Sam took a deep breath and placed a hand on the door. Her anxiety spiked at that very moment. Right now, there were so many possibilities lying behind that door. She could find out that Matt had already found a cure and this whole ordeal would be over. She could also find out that there was an entirely worse problem he found in the formula. Once she opened the door, all of those possibilities would disappear and one would be forced into being. Still, delaying wouldn’t make anything better. Sam put on a brave face and pushed forward into the room. On the other side, they found Matthew standing at his desk, staring over a few papers while writing things down in a notebook. Sam’s old clothes were still sitting in a haphazard pile on the floor. Matt looked over his shoulder as the girls entered. “Ah, there you are.” He said, marking his place in the book. He glanced at the pocket watch lying on the desk before adding, “That took longer than expected. Were there any complications?” “Uh, well…” Sam started slowly, feeling the blood rush to her face. She tried to find a lie to cover for herself. “Sorry, that was my fault.” Allison interrupted, “I kind of got lost on my way to her room.” She added with a nervous chuckle “Hmm, strange…” Matthew muttered, “I thought the directions were rather clear.” “No matter, you’re here now.” He continued, completely shifting gears, “It’s good to see that there were no delayed effects.” Samantha had to hide her sigh of relief that he bought that cover story. She looked up at Allison and caught her eyes. Sam tried to say “thank you” using only her facial expression. This task proved to be a lot more difficult than she thought, but it looked like Allison got the message. “Now that you are here,” Matthew continued, picking up his clipboard and turning to the girls, “I suppose we should continue with the next few steps.” “’The next steps’?” Samantha echoed, “Did you find a fix?” She asked, trying not to get her hopes up. “No, not yet.” Matt admitted, “But I’ve got some ideas. I wanted to ask a few questions now that you’ve had time to get more familiar with your new body. These will help me understand the parameters of the potion’s effects. The more I can narrow it down, the quicker I can come up with a solution.” Something about the phrase “get familiar with your new body” made Sam very uncomfortable. “Alright,” She responded, “let’s get this over with. What do you want to know?” “First, let us establish the obvious.” Matthew started, flipping through some papers on his clipboard, “Is everything still in the correct place?” This question caught Samantha off guard. It almost felt like a trick question. “Y-yes?” She answered, slowly. “You can never tell with extreme body modifications.” Matt defended. He scribbled a few notes before continuing, “Second- now that you’ve had time for at least a cursory examination of this new body- can you confirm that you are, in fact, younger?” “What do you mean?” Samantha returned. “Well, you have obviously changed, you are smaller. However, can you confirm that this is more than just a shrunken down version of yourself? That you are indeed younger? Do you feel different? Did things shrink disproportionately?” “Well,” Samantha looked down at her chest. While it was never exactly ample before, it was now completely flat. “Yes. I’m pretty sure I’m actually younger.” “Very well.” Matt continued writing, “Third, is everything still functioning properly with this new body?” “What do you mean by that?” Matt looked at her as though he though the question was obvious. “Is everything still working? Have you noticed any impairment in thought patterns or motor functions, changes in biological processes, lack of coordination?” “Aside from getting used to the ground being closer and everything around me being bigger, I’d say I’m still in control.” “Good, good. Have you noticed any weakened control- or loss of control- of any voluntary functions?” Samantha paused for a second, her cheeks growing red again. She thought about her accident. No, there was no way she could admit that to Matt. Besides, there was no way that was relevant. It was just a weird coincidence, right? Right. Obviously. Samantha cleared her throat, “N-nope.” She denied, uneasily, “Nope, definitely haven’t noticed that. I’m still in control of my body and all its functions.” She added a bit too obviously. Sam could feel Allison’s concerned gaze turned to her, but she didn’t dare look over at the student. She just hoped the moment would pass and Allison wouldn’t correct her. “Alright, that’s good.” Matt said, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness emanating from Samantha. “Finally, you would place yourself somewhere around the age of ten, give or take a few years, correct?” “More or less.” Sam answered, “I haven’t exactly looked at any old picture in a while.” “Had your magical powers manifested by that age?” “No…” She answered slowly, her voice dropping. This question dropped like a ton of bricks on Samantha’s chest. She took a deep, shuddering breath as the implications started to sink in. Sam’s eyes fell to the floor and she fell back to sit against the wall. “I take it you haven’t tested if you’re still capable of using them?” Matt went on. Sam shook her head slowly and responded with a faint, “No.” Matthew let out a disapproving hum. For a moment, the only sound in the room was his pencil scratching against the paper. Sam’s breathing became shallow. Her heart was in her throat. That couldn’t be the case, could it? There was no way she had just lost her magical powers to this potion. That was impossible, right? Yeah, impossible, like a potion that could turn a grown woman back into a child… Before now, all Sam had thought about were the physical implications of this change: how people wouldn’t take her seriously or how it would impact her performance on the exams. She didn’t stop to consider if she could even still take the exams. If she really was younger, did that mean her powers would go dormant again? If this were true, Sam wouldn’t have to worry about waiting another year for the exams. No, instead she would be tossed all the way back to square one. Years of effort all undone by one bad decision and an overconfident teammate. Half a lifetime of work could have been wiped out in an instant. Sam wanted so much to disprove that theory right now. She wanted nothing more than to just wave her hand and cast a spell- levitate something, create a spark, anything. But she couldn’t. She was too afraid of what would happen, or that nothing would. She couldn’t focus enough to remember a single spell. She couldn’t move to try and cast one. She was paralyzed by this new fear. Sam jumped as she was ripped back into the waking world by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see this hand was attached to Allison. “It’ll be fine.” The student broke the silence. “I’m sure you’re alright. And we’ll find a way to return you back to normal. No worries.” Sam took a deep breath. Right, of course. Logically, there was no way her powers were lost just like that. Everything would be fixed. Of course. Everything was fine. Totally… She looked up at Allison’s face. She was smiling a gentle, though not entirely confident, smile. This made Sam feel a little better. Why was it so comforting? Samantha exhaled deeply and returned a weak smile. “Thanks.” She choked out. “No sense dwelling on that right now.” Matthew interjected, “I’m sure this is something of a confusing experience. Any results would be contaminated by your current mental state. We’ll hold off on those tests until later.” “Gee, thanks for the reassurance.” Sam shot back, trying to regain her composure. Matthew looked at her in confusion for a moment before returning to his notes. “That’s it for the questions. Perhaps now would be a good time to move on to some physical tests.” “What kind of tests?” Sam asked. “Just a few exercises.” He explained, “I want to get a better understanding of the physical capabilities of your new body.” “Could we stop calling it my ‘new’ body?” Samantha interrupted, “It makes it seem way too permanent.” “What would you prefer we call it?” Matt asked, not masking his impatience, “Your ‘current’ body? ‘Young’? ‘Transformed’?” “I don’t know,” Sam shook her head. There was already too much to think about without adding semantics into the mix. “Let’s just get going. I don’t want to be this way long enough to have to think about that.” “Very well,” He nodded, “So are you ready to move on? Do you feel rested, in good condition?” “As good as I can feel, I guess.” She responded. “Excellent.” Matt returned. He turned to the other girl, “Allison, would you care to assist?” Allison looked at him and responded with a simple “Huh?” “It would be helpful to have someone to assist in monitoring the subject so I am free to take notes and observe.” He explained. “Excuse me?!” Sam shouted, “’The Subject’? I’m right here.” “My apologies,” Matt said, unapologetically, “but I find detachment helps to increase my objectivity, and, therefore, my reasoning abilities.” Sam quietly fumed. “Well,” Allison started, slowly, “I was supposed to be doing some reviews with Mr. Marcos in about twenty minutes…” “No matter. I’m sure Marcos would be more than willing to give you a pass if you explain that you’re helping me with an experiment.” Allison looked down at Sam, who looked back up, pleading. Samantha hated everything about this situation, but Allison made it slightly more bearable. With Allison, Sam didn’t feel like she was doing this all alone. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Allison agreed, “I already know the stuff Mr. Marcos was going to review, anyway.” “Excellent.” Matthew said, almost triumphantly. “Then I suppose it’s time we head to the gym.” “Wait, the gym?” Sam asked in surprise. “Yes. I want to test how your physical traits have changed. This will be a far different task if your strength and endurance have changed than if they haven’t.” Sam took another deep breath. It was close to exam time, there probably wouldn’t be too many people around the gym. She especially didn’t want any of the gym regulars to see her like this. “Ok, let’s go.” She said, finally. The trio walked through the winding halls of the academy toward the small gym they had available. The gym was nearly on the opposite side of the building from the labs. Sam often wondered if that was by design. Samantha stayed in the middle of the group during this trek, hoping to avoid any wandering eyes. She wasn’t sure if any passers-by would even recognize her, but she didn’t want to take that chance. The gym was empty when they arrived, much to Samantha’s relief. It was a small gym, and nothing fancy by any stretch of the imagination. Most of the equipment there was older than any of the students. Still, it saw regular use, mostly by academy members looking to test transformation and charms, but a few used it for its intended purpose. “Now then,” Matthew began, lifting his clipboard and pencil, “I think we should start with some strength testing. Perhaps we could start with the one-armed weight lift. You know, where you lift one from your hip to your shoulder…” “You mean a bicep curl?” Sam asked, incredulously. Matt was certainly an advanced academic, but his knowledge of exercise certainly needed a work out. Matthew cleared his throat, “Yes, that. What weight do you typically begin such exercises with?” “Personally? About 30 pounds if I’m warming up.” Samantha felt a dash of pride as she heard an impressed hum from Allison. “Very well, then we should begin there.” Matt said, turning to his notes. Samantha sighed to herself and approached the rack of dumbbells sitting against the wall. She reached over and grabbed the familiar weight. The first attempt at picking it up was met with far more resistance than the young sorcerer expected. Nevertheless, the persisted. With a grunt, Sam managed to lift the dumbbell and remove it from the rack, only to have her hand immediately fall to her side. By now, Sam knew what she expected, but decided to test it anyway. She tried to lift her arm in the usual curl motion, but her arm was wobbly and she struggled to lift it any higher than it already was. “Forgive me for judging,” Matthew said after a moment, “but I do not believe that is proper form.” Sam let out a breath and stopped straining, “Gee, you think?” She snapped. She made another attempt to lift it, but made no more progress than before. “It’s too heavy, I can’t lift it.” She finally admitted. The grating noise of pencil on paper sounded throughout the gym as Allison help Sam to get the weight back into its proper place. “You weren’t just exaggerating to impress me, right?” Matthew asked without a hint of irony, “That is a normal weight for you to lift?” “Yes!” Sam shouted back. All the set-backs of today were really starting to wear on her patience. “Alright, then. I suppose we should move on to the next test…” The tests continued, with each result being much like the last. No matter what exercise she did- crunches, squats, dead lifts, etc. - Sam couldn’t do what she was normally able to. The weights all just felt too heavy and she felt tired so much faster. It made sense; Sam hadn’t started seriously working out until she was a teenager. Still, it was just so frustrating. Not only did this set her back in her studies, now it impacted her exercise routine as well? It was like everything Samantha had ever worked for was ripped away from her. To round it all out, Matthew had Sam running laps around the academy’s small courtyard. After maybe ten minutes of running, Sam slowed to a stop in front of him and Allison, panting heavily. “Convinced yet?” She asked between gasps. Allison handed Sam a water bottle, which she had been drinking from during these tests. She greedily drank what was left. “Yes, I think that should do for now.” Matt agreed, writing down a few more notes. “Now about your recovery time,” He began, “how do you feel that compares? Do you think you’re recovering faster than you normally would?” Sam glared up at him. “Are you still testing if I’m a kid or not, or are you trying to see if your instant recovery potion worked?” “Can’t I do both?” Matt asked, without any trace of humor. “Listen, I-“ Sam started to protest, still breathing heavily. She was interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach. At that moment, she realized that, in all the excitement, she hadn’t eaten anything all day. “Perhaps it is time for a break.” Matthew offered, ignoring her protest, “I believe I’ve gotten sufficient data for now.” “Yeah, I could stand to eat.” Allison agreed quietly. Samantha wanted to continue to express her outrage, but she was far too tired and hungry to pass up a meal break. “Sounds good…” Sam relented. A few minutes later, the three found themselves in the small kitchen area for academy staff. Thankfully, their strange timing meant the break room was empty. Most were either in courses, training, or out of the building for the day. As rough as today had been, Sam did take stock of how lucky she was to avoid being seen thus far. Matthew set down three Styrofoam cups with paper covers on the table, placing one in front of each of the girls. He set down a plastic fork next to each cup. “I figured this would serve as thanks for your help today.” Matthew explained. “Gee, instant noodles. That must have set you back.” Samantha said sarcastically. “And what did you bring to eat?” Matt shot back. Samantha chose not to respond. She hadn’t thought to pack a meal for the day, mostly because she expected to be in and out of the building a lot today. She had to admit, the noodles did smell good- though maybe that was just because it was the first solid food she had seen all day. Allison just said a short “Thank you” as she was handed her cup. Once the three of them had started eating, Allison floated a question to the group. “So what’s the plan now? Do you still need my help?” Matthew stirred his noodles slightly. “Well, I believe I have enough data for now. I need a bit of time to sort through it and figure some things out. I suppose that means that you two are free to go about the rest of your day as you see fit.” “And what exactly should I be doing?” Samantha asked. She looked at Matt, but she was more throwing that question out into the air. “It’s up to you.” Matt answered, “If you wish to resume your training, you may. Otherwise, I would suggest you try to get some rest. You’ve done enough for now. I’ll have more information in the morning.” The thought of training still made Sam feel uneasy. What if she really had lost her magic? She wouldn’t be able to do anything productive with that idea haunting her. Besides, she was tired. It was a stressful day. “As for you, Allison,” He continued after slurping up another string of noodles, “you are free to continue to assist if you wish. I can promise that you will find some useful knowledge in the proceedings. You may also resume your coursework as normal. I believe I can handle any tests without you if that’s what you want.” Allison looked at Samantha again. Sam looked back. She didn’t know what to say. Sam wanted Allison to stay; she was so helpful and kind. At the same time, Sam knew this had to have seriously upset Allison’s own training, so she couldn’t just ask her to uproot and stay with them. “I’ll think about it.” Allison answered, noncommittally. Allison took another bite of food before looking at the other two in realization, “If it’s going to be another few days, won’t Sammy need a few more sets of clothes to wear?” Sam sat up at that realization. She hadn’t considered that. She probably shouldn’t wear just this one outfit if she was going to be stuck like this for a few days. And she might need some backup clothes in case she had another accident… Wait, no, why did she think that? That wasn’t going to happen! She wouldn’t let it. “That’s a fair point.” Matt agreed, “I’m confident I can get this done before the end of the week, but you may want to prepare to spend a couple more days like this.” He slurped up a few more noodles. “Are you volunteering your assistance on this, Ms. Larks?” Allison thought for a moment before answering, “Yes. My sister’s got enough spare clothes; she won’t miss a few more. I could pick them up when I go home. That sound alright, Sammy?” Sam was too caught up in her own thoughts. How terrible would it be to have another accident? Especially in someone else’s clothes. The shame would be unbearable. But what else could she do? It wasn’t like she could just go out and buy a whole new wardrobe the way she was. “Yeah, that sounds good.” She answered, almost automatically. Then again, didn’t Allison say something about extra ‘protection’ earlier? No, why would she even consider that? That would be almost as bad. Why was she even thinking about having another accident, anyway? Samantha shook her head and got up from her chair. She went over and poured herself a cup of coffee, trying to get her mind under control. “Are you sure coffee’s a good idea right now?” Allison asked. “Well, I need something to calm my nerves.” Sam answered, more defensively than she intended, “Since we can’t have alcohol on academy grounds, this is the next best thing.” “Wouldn’t alcohol be inadvisable as well?” Matthew asked. “Whatever, look…” Sam responded, getting flustered, “Just don’t worry about it. I can take care of myself.” She said, taking her seat. “By the way…” Allison awkwardly tried to change the subject, “How are you planning on getting home? Are you staying here tonight?” Samantha nearly choked on her coffee as that question hit her. Yet another obstacle in her way today. This was starting to get sad. Sam had forgotten how helpless it felt like to be a kid. “I think I’d rather stay at my own place tonight.” She answered, “I have a lot of things to think about and I’d like to be alone for a while.” “As for how I’ll get there…” She sighed, “I don’t know. I guess I can’t exactly drive like this, can I?” “Then it’s settled.” Allison said, slamming her empty cup on the table for emphasis. Sam shot her a questioning look. “I’ll take you home tonight,” Allison explained, “on the way, we can stop by my house and pick up some clothes for the next couple days. Sound good?” Samantha nodded, “Yeah, sounds great.” As weird as it sounded, it felt good to have a plan after all the chaos that was today. “Very well.” Matt agreed, picking out the last few morsel from his noodle cup, “You do that and I’ll get to work on the solution. We can meet back up tomorrow morning to figure out how to proceed from there.” “Great.” Allison said, enthusiastically. “Yeah, great.” Sam agreed, significantly less enthusiastically. She scraped the bottom of her Styrofoam cup. She found the cup noodles a lot more filling than usual. She guessed that made sense since her stomach would be smaller, too. “Are you about ready to go?” Allison asked, looking down at Sam with a small smile, “I shouldn’t stay much longer. I need to check up on my sister.” Sam considered the question for a moment, trying to remember if she had any unfinished business for today. She was almost certain she was forgetting something, but she really just wanted to be done with today. “Sure, just let me grab my stuff and my clothes and I’ll be ready.” She said, finishing her coffee. “Cool.” Allison said, “I’ll go grab my things and meet you at the lab, then?” “Sounds good.” Sam agreed. “Excellent.” Matthew piped up, turning his noodle cup upside down to be sure it was empty. The group threw out their trash and went out into the hall. Allison parted ways with the apprentices, moving toward the classroom with hurried steps. Samantha and Matthew were quiet most of the way back to the laboratory. Once they got to the door, Sam finally decided it was time to speak up. “So you’re sure you can get this fixed, right?” She asked in a low voice. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?” Matthew responded, walking through the door over to his desk without stopping to look at the young girl, “Of course I can.” “No!” She shouted, stomping her foot for emphasis, “I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth. I need to know that you can really fix me.” Her face was hot; she was barely fighting back tears. This had been building all day. Matthew paused for a moment then looked down at her, his grey eyes meeting hers. “Yes.” He said, finally. Matthew returned to thumbing through his notes. “I hope you know…” He said slowly, “I do understand your concerns. You’re a very promising young woman. I have no intentions of setting you back. I will do everything I can to undo this error as quickly as possible. It would reflect poorly on me as an academic to do otherwise.” This helped calm Sam’s fears slightly. At least she knew Matt was taking this seriously in his own way. With a deep breath, Sam went over to the pile of clothes left over from earlier, still exactly where she left them. She dug around in the pockets of her old jeans to pick out her wallet, phone, and keys and put them in the pockets of her new clothes. They didn’t fit quite as well in the smaller clothes, but she managed to work it out with a little effort. Girl pockets really were the worst. When she bent over to pick up her shirt, Sam felt a little pressure just below her stomach. It was the same familiar pressure as earlier, only this time, it wasn’t nearly as intense. Sam figured she could wait. She really wanted to just get out of here and put this day behind her. She would be able to wait until she got home. With her clothes in hand and Matthew hard at work, Sam decided to step outside the lab to wait for Allison. As she waited with nothing else to occupy her mind, Sam began to focus on the pressure between her legs. Again, it wasn’t like it was an emergency or anything, but she remembered how things escalated earlier. This wasn’t the same adult body she was used to, these things could build quickly. Still, it wasn’t like she had three cups of coffee working through her system like earlier. That would become an issue sooner or later for anyone. It couldn’t possibly be that bad now. Besides, she didn’t want to make Allison wait. A few minutes passed and Sam began to twitch a little. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her bladder or the caffeine from that last cup of coffee. Either way, she was sure it would go away once she got moving. For now, all she could do was wait. A couple more minutes passed and Sam was sure that the twitching was a result of her need for a bathroom. After all, it had been a couple hours since… well, since she last peed. She shook her head again to try and get rid of that memory as the thoughts surfaced once more. Allison would be back soon, she thought, and then it wouldn’t take much longer for her to get home. She could take care of it then. After another minute or two, the pressure started to become more noticeable. It still wouldn’t be a big problem if she had something to do, Sam thought, but right now it was all she could think about. Maybe she should go before anything happened. Best not to take any risks in an unfamiliar body, right? Right as Sam reached that decision, she saw Allison walking down the hall with a backpack on her shoulder and purse in hand. “Ready to go, Sammy?” Allison asked cheerily. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Sam answered, trying not to sound impatient. They walked out to the parking lot, which was a short walk away from the building. Samantha looked longingly toward her own car, wishing she could just get in and rush off to her own home. That wasn’t really an option right now, though. Even if she could reach the pedals- which she probably couldn’t- she would hate to be caught by the police driving around as a child. It wasn’t like her driver’s license would match. “Sorry it took me so long.” Allison apologized as she led the way to her unimpressive little blue four-door, “I had some things to take care of.” “Don’t worry about it.” Samantha responded, fatigued. Allison opened the door and tossed her things onto the back seat. She told Sam to pile her clothes in the back and take the passenger’s seat. Sitting down and buckling her seatbelt did nothing to help the growing pressure in Samantha’s abdomen. “Where do you live?” Allison asked as she started up the car. “1300 24th Street.” Sam answered. “Hmm,” Allison thought for a moment, “That’s a bit of an awkward route from my house. It’ll take a few minutes to get there. Is that alright?” “Yeah.” Sam agreed, “Not like I have any other choice.” She muttered. “Isn’t that an apartment complex?” Allison asked as they got onto the road. “Yeah, it is.” “Won’t it be weird coming back like, well, this?” “I don’t have any roommates, and I’m not exactly close with my neighbors.” Sam explained. “There are some families that live there, I’m sure no one will notice me.” “What about work?” Allison asked after a brief pause, “I mean you’ve got a normal job, right? Won’t that be tough to deal with?” “Don’t worry about that.” Sam answered. She really wanted to participate in this conversation, if nothing else as a distraction, but she found her focus returning to her growing need fairly often. “I took the week off. I planned to use it for exam prep. Now, I guess I’ll be using it to deal with this.” Sam shook her head in disappointment. “But as long as Spector keeps his word, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.” “That’s good.” Allison responded awkwardly. From there, the conversation seemed to die down. There were a few more attempts to start it up, but Samantha wasn’t able to give more than brief answers in her current condition. Allison’s car wasn’t exactly the smoothest ride. The constant vibration and bumps from some of the older roads were certainly not doing anything to help Samantha’s situation. Each bump and crack drummed against her waist as the seatbelt dug into her stomach. She still hadn’t reach emergency status, but it was getting very distracting. And, much like earlier, the pressure was building quickly. Maybe coffee wasn’t such a good idea after all. Sam pressed her legs together and started twitching in her seat, hoping to make it look like she was trying to get comfortable. That illusion fell apart quickly as this failed to relieve enough of the pressure. Samantha started to twist her legs on top of each other to try and alleviate the dull throb between her legs. This odd dance seemed to catch Allison’s attention. “Are you ok, Sammy?” She asked. “Y-yeah…” Sam responded, almost as a reflex. A particularly heavy bump was all it took to persuade the truth out of her. “Actually, no.” She said, “I need to pee. Really bad.” “Oh.” Allison said in realization, “You should have told me before we left.” She sounded almost as if she were doting on the apprentice. “Well, I didn’t think it would be a problem then.” Sam tried to defend herself, only to realize it made her sound like more of a child. “We’re still fifteen minutes from my house. Do you think you can make it?” Allison asked with concern apparent in her voice. Samantha’s face grew hot again. She wasn’t sure if it was from the holding, the embarrassment, or both. She wanted to say she would make it, no problem, but the memories from earlier flooded back into her mind. “I’m not sure.” Sam was forced to admit. “Do you want me to pull over?” Allison asked, as if that was a totally normal request. “What, like out here in the open?” Samantha asked, shocked. She looked out the window. The city streets around them weren’t crowded or anything, but there weren’t a lot of good placed to hide, either. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve never done it.” Allison muttered. Sam hesitated, considering her options. She inhaled sharply and rubbed a hand against her stomach. “Look, just hurry up and get to your house. I can go there.” It would be one thing if they were out in the country, but they were in the middle of the city. There was no telling who or what might see her if Sam really did go by the side of the road. That was bad enough, but it somehow seemed even worse since she was currently a little girl. “Ok, but don’t push yourself. We don’t need a repeat of earlier.” Allison reminded, “I won’t judge you.” “Yeah…” Sam agreed. She felt the car speed up a little. Slowly, she slipped a hand down between her legs and clamped down. She didn’t need to be reminded again. It was humiliating enough to have one accident; Samantha hated to think it could happen again, much less in borrowed clothes. It was one thing to wet herself in those ratty old loaner robes. Those things were barely used anymore. It would be a whole other problem to pee in someone else’s pants. These clothes were so nicely offered to her, she would really like to avoid soiling them if at all possible. The uneasy silence was broken by another question from Allison, “So how old are you now? Like, physically?” “I don’t know exactly.” Sam answered, trying her best to keep her voice level, “The guess seems to be somewhere between nine and twelve.” “Yeah that would make sense,” Allison responded, “That’s around the time I stopped using the bathrooms at school. I can remember a few rough situations from those days.” “You’re not helping…” Samantha grunted. “Sorry,” Allison said softly, “I thought it would help to empathize, you know. And maybe distract you. Just trying to maintain the flow of conversation.” “Please don’t say ‘flow’.” Sam retorted. “Sorry.” “I think I just need to concentrate right now…” Sam strained. “Ok. Just let me know if there’s something I can do.” Another bump in the road informed Sam, none too politely, that her defenses were failing. What she was doing right now was not going to be enough for much longer. She had now reached emergency status. Cautiously, Samantha removed a hand from her crotch and brought it up to the button on her jeans. “How much farther?” She strained out, trying to gauge her options. “A little under five minutes.” Allison explained, “Come on, hang in there, Sammy. You can do this!” Samantha would have found that condescending under any other circumstances. But she didn’t have the spare focus to care about being offended right now. All of her attention was on making sure nothing got past the floodgates. She undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down, then slid her pants down slightly, being careful not to expose too much. Sam grit her teeth and thought about her next move. It was time to pull out all the stops. The apprentice sorcerer took a deep breath and sucked in her stomach. She thrust her free hand insider her jeans, resting it on top of her panties and grabbing herself through them, clenching as hard as she could without hurting herself. “Three more minutes.” Allison updated. Samantha bit her lip. She could feel herself growing warmer as her entire body strained to fight back her natural urges. She rocked back and forth, trying to keep up the pressure. The palms of her hands were getting wet. This time, it wasn’t with pee… yet. She was sweating from all the effort needed to keep every last drop inside. “We’re almost there. It’s just down this street.” Allison finally said. Sam took a deep breath. Soon, she felt the car shifting into what she assumed was a driveway- she couldn’t afford to look up at this point. Sam reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt, letting it fly off her. She was thankful to have that little bit of pressure taken off, at least, but it wouldn’t help for very long. Finally, the car came to a complete stop. “We’re here.” Allison announced. Sam looked up to see that they were in the driveway of a two-story house. It looked like it might be in a nicer neighborhood. Right now, though, she couldn’t really take all that in. All Sam wanted to see was the nearest bathroom and the quickest route to it. “Think you can make it inside, Sammy?” Allison asked, opening her door. “I don’t have any other choice, do I?” Sam responded roughly through grit teeth as she threw her own door open. “Well, we do have a yard,” Allison said, “and there was this time…” “Just hurry up and get to the door!” Sam interrupted. She really didn’t want to think about that right now. A proper bathroom was so close; she didn’t want to be tantalized with other options. Sam jumped out of the car. She stood for a moment, dancing on the spot as the forces of gravity turned against her in this fight. She braced her free hand against the crotch of her jeans, both to help her hold it in and to help her hold up her pants. There was no way she could re-do the button or zipper in this state. Once she was sure she had control, Sam ran- or waddled, rather- over to the door as quickly as her little legs would let her. Allison grabbed her keys out of her purse and hurried to the door. She made it just before Sam. She unlocked the door and opened it in time for Sam to frantically push past her. “Where’s the bathroom?” Sam asked in panic. “Just down the hall, second door on the right.” Allison answered as quickly as she could. Sam rushed down the hall in uncertain, zig-zagging steps. She couldn’t even walk straight, but she was managing to keep it all in. She was so close now, she could make it. Sam was relieved Allison didn’t say the bathroom was upstairs. Otherwise, she may have reconsidered the front yard. Samantha found what she assumed was the right door and reached for the knob. She threw the door open to reveal a room with a clean, white and tan tile floor. Just in her vision was the thing Sam longed to see the most. There, in all its porcelain beauty, was a toilet sitting at the ready. Sam might have cried from the wonder of it if she wasn’t already crying from containing the pee about to burst out of her. With no time to spare, Sam hurried into the room, shoving the door shut behind her. She didn’t hear it latch, but she couldn’t worry about that now. Sam let go of her jeans and let them fall to the floor as she took the few steps across the room. She adjusted the grip on her other hand so she could quickly rip her pink underwear out of the way as she turned to position herself for the toilet. Finally, she jumped and lifted herself onto the seat- thankful that the top lid was already up. Sam came to rest perfectly in position, poised over the bowl of water with all clothes out of the way. Without a moment’s hesitation, her quivering girlhood let go and Sam lost all control. It started as a small trickle, but the intensity quickly ramped up exponentially. The room filled with the sound of a powerful stream hitting the water below as it gushed out of the young girl. After taking a moment to recover from the shock of finally letting go, Sam let the relief wash over her. The sorcerer let out a loud sigh of relief that was almost a pleasurable moan. Her entire body began to relax as all of the tension poured out of her. Sam shivered and felt goose bumps begin to rise as the stream kept going strong for several seconds. Even as an adult, she couldn’t remember the last time she peed this forcefully, or the last time it felt this good. This continued for a few seconds more before things began to die down. Her pee continued to trickle out at a decent strength for a while longer before finally cutting off. The young girl breathed heavily, feeling the pain of her fatigued bladder returning to normal size mixed with the pleasure of emptying it. She forced out a few lingering spurts, then sat back, letting the bliss wash over her. Sam snapped out of it after remembering where she was. She quickly cleaned herself up and flushed, then hoisted herself off the toilet. Sam looked down with pride as she saw that the pink underwear was completely dry. Soon after, she felt ashamed. Was that really something she should feel proud over? There she was, a grown woman, an apprentice sorcerer, proud that she made it to the potty dry… The apprentice shook off these thoughts as she walked over to the sink to wash her hands. Samantha walked out of the bathroom and wandered around the house briefly before finding Allison standing over a pile of clothes roughly as tall as Sam currently was. Allison smiled as she approached. “Like I said, she’s got plenty of clothes. She won’t miss an outfit or two over the next couple days.” Sam looked over the pile of clothes. They were a lot more girly than the styles she was used to, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Besides, a few were solid colors, that would do for now. “Everything go alright in there?” Allison asked. Sam blushed, “Please don’t say it like that!” She shouted. Immediately, Sam covered her mouth, embarrassed at the volume of her outburst. “Yes, everything’s fine.” She added, more quietly. “Sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment.” Allison mumbled, lowering her head. “It’s fine.” Sam said, apologetically, “It’s just been a stressful day. Let’s get this stuff and get out of here.” They started sorting through the clothes, Sam picking out the things she found most tolerable, when a low mumble caught their attention. “Sissy, what’s going on?” A low, tired voice asked. Samantha looked up to see a small girl, right around the same size as her, with short blonde hair rubbing her eyes. From her clothes, Sam could guess this was Allison’s sister. Sam froze. She had no idea what to do right now. After all, what could she do? Just say ‘hey, I was magically turned into a child, so I’m borrowing your clothes’? Yeah, that probably wouldn’t fly. “Oh, hey, Mels.” Allison said softly, “Sorry to bother you.” The little girl stared at them both, a curious look in her eyes. “See, one of Sissy’s work friends from out of town brought her daughter to work,” Allison explained, much to Sam’s dismay, “and she had a little accident. So, I thought she could borrow some of your clothes until she can get home and get changed.” “Oh, ok.” The girl nodded. Sam elbowed Allison hard in the leg, “Why is that what you told her?” She whispered harshly. “I don’t know, I panicked, I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry.” The little girl said, smiling happily at Samantha, the same type of smile Allison always gave. “Accidents happen. Everyone has them. Isn’t that right, Sissy?” She added with a mischievous grin up at Allison. “Um…” Allison’s face turned red, “I have no idea what she means by that…” She told Sam. “Maybe next time you’re in town, we can play together.” The little girl offered to Samantha. “Maybe. Yeah, that would be fun.” Samantha said, trying in vain to hide the awkwardness she was feeling. “How about you go back to your room?” Allison offered, “Sissy will be right back, ok?” “Ok.” The girl nodded. She walked back further into the house. “Sorry about that.” Allison said when the girl was out of earshot, “Melanie’s a really sweet girl, she’s just curious. And she doesn’t always know when to stop talking.” “It’s alright.” Sam responded, “I probably disturbed her when I yelled.” Samantha let out a little chuckle, “I can see the family resemblance.” She added. “Hey!” Allison yelled, playfully. “Ok… Yeah…” She admitted. Allison pulled over a small blue duffel bag from the side of the pile and threw a few pairs of pants into it. Samantha picked some of the plainer t-shirts from the pile and packed them. When she pressed the clothes in the bag, something felt odd. The clothes looked like they were piled higher than they should be. She dismissed this as a side effect of being so tired and so small. Once they were done, they went back out to Allison’s car. “You know,” Allison said as they approached the vehicle, “if you don’t want to be alone tonight, you could stay over here. I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind the company, and I could keep an eye out for you.” “Thanks…” Samantha said, politely, “But I think I just need to be alone for a while. I have a lot to think about.” “I get it.” Allison agreed, “Just let me know if you need anything.” “Thanks.” Sam reiterated. During the short drive, Sam found herself nodding off a few times. It really had been a long day. Finally, they got to her place and Allison dropped her off. “See you tomorrow.” Allison said as Sam walked away. Samantha didn’t hear Allison’s car leave until after she got through the front door. The halls of the complex were pretty much empty, as usual. Sam managed to get herself to her room quickly and without any confrontation. Today was rough. Tomorrow could be better or so much worse. She couldn’t think about that right now. Right now, all she wanted was to sleep.
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  22. It's nice to see your new release! I've mentioned before how much I enjoyed your art style, and I'm glad you were able to expand and add more details/characters to really flesh it out. Something I would have liked to see more of would be streams and puddles. The first wetting was great; it had a shot of the stream and puddle and felt like she had a full bladder. The other two felt lesser in quantity, and not seeing the complete aftermath of the accidents didn't make them feel as complete. That said, those are things that would only make them better for my tastes, not things that detract from them as is. I just wanted to throw in my two cents. Overall I highly enjoyed it, and I'm very much looking forward to your future works as well. It's great to see more Western artists pop up, and skilled ones at that.
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  23. It has been a while since I shot this, but this still is one of my favorite wetting photos. I love the attitude in it. What do you think?
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  24. Thanks for sharing this story and your hot pics with us!!! i would like be this woman in this train haha
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  25. Now THAT was the most honest, explicitly delicious and real video to go along with a down right true-life happening! Your husband is a very fortunate man, and I envy him in a positive sense for the wonderful, wet, sexy, passionate-filled, caring relationship you expressed in this post. Thank you, both, for sharing and allowing us in to see a glimmer of your exciting and loving moments. Great writing. You should seriously consider expanding your talent. Gratefully yours,
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  26. Your welcome and same here
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  27. Thanks Bella! I'm excited for this.
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  28. Thanks folks, I hope you noticed the videos in there as well ;)
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  29. Well, if i want to use diapers for not leaking, then i want them to be allright, yes. But sometimes it is a fun game using a bad diaper... that makes you hold eventhough youre wearing a diaper. You'll never know when it could leak or something... that's what i like about it.
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  30. So I’ve officially had enough. As many of you all know, my mom is a raging bitch. Her and I don’t get along well, we’ve never really been that close. Also as you all may know, my mom has seen me pee myself twice now. They weren’t deliberate wettings, they were pure accidental. But my mom has apparently seen some of my wet jeans in the washing machine from the “on-purpose” accidents I have. So the last time I accidentally peed myself, my mom caught me in the act of it. In a nutshell, she had told me that if I continue “acting like a child”, she’s gonna treat me like one. I had no clue what that even meant, and I didn’t want to find out either, so lately I’ve been really trying to cover my ass up for when I do my deliberate wettings. It’s been fine, but last night I finally found out what my mom meant by “treating me like a kid”. The hard way. So I was in a 3 hour lecture at school today, and since I can’t hold my pee for much longer than 3 hours, I’m sure you can imagine how I felt. I was sipping on a large coffee that I got from Dunkin Donuts all morning, which added up fast. For those of y’all who actually give two shits about what I was wearing, I had on a white jacket, black leggings, sneakers, and I had on pink tanga panties. Towards the end of the lecture, my mom had texted me, “I really hope you aren’t planning on going out after school.” So I’m confused, so I text her back a question mark. “I really need you to babysit [not putting his name on here, but it was my little brother’s name], I need to get out of here by 2:00,” she texted back. Usually I don’t have lectures this long and I’m out of school by 12, which gives enough time for me to get home when my mom leaves to go to work. It was 1:25 when she texted me this, and my school is about 20 minutes away from my house. I was at maybe a 7 at this point for how badly I had to go. Everyone, I’m so fucking stupid. I have no one to blame but myself for this because I’m just an idiot. I didn’t even use the bathroom right before leaving my college. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because my body is just so used to me holding my urine in, or maybe it was because I had to rush home, but I’m just a fucking idiot for not using it. I drove home as fast as I could, with only one hand on my steering wheel, and I’m sure you can guess where my other hand was. The worst part was, that I couldn’t really cross my legs since I was driving. I just had to keep my hand on my crotch, and drive home quickly. The drive seemed endless. At one point, I decided to let a little leak out to take some of the pressure off. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to get on my seat, and it was enough to make me very uncomfortable, while driving in a now smelly car. Finally, I drove up to my house, parked, and got out. My little brother got in my way to show me his new lego sculpture, which ate up more time. Finally, I ran up to the bathroom…..which was fucking closed. Why wouldn’t it be? Just my luck. I knocked on the door. “5 minutes!” My mom answered. “I’m running late and I need to finish getting ready for work!” I sat in my room on my bed, overwhelmed because my mom was balling things up for me. I thought back to the last time I got caught, and how I almost peed in my metal garbage can. I could only imagine myself squatting in the can to pee, ass naked, and either my brother or my mother walking in. So that wasn’t an option at this point. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen my mom all day. Which means she hadn’t seen me all day. Which means she had no idea what I was wearing. SO, I decided what I would do was gonna be to pee in my leggings, and quickly change my pants. So, I quickly grabbed a towel, put it underneath me, and let it rip. It gushed out, sprung all down my legs, making my leggings just soaked. The towel absorbed most of it, and after about a 45-second long pee, I felt a million times better. Just then, I heard my mom knock on my door. I told her to wait a second. I took off my leggings, threw them across the room with the towel, and started to put on a fresh change of yoga pants, when my mom started yelling through the door and knocking even louder. I pulled up my pants, and opened the door. “What’s up?” I asked. “What was taking you so long to open the door? I have to leave for work, I’m late!” “Well, what took you so long in the bathroom? I had to pee,” I told her. “I told you that I’m late for work and that I had to get ready! Now make sure that you put the chicken inside the stove for dinner,” my mom said. “Okay, okay,” I said, trying to get her to leave. She started to turn away, when she stopped dead in her tracks. “Wait...you said you had to pee?” Fuck. “No...I said I have to pee,” I said slowly, my face slowly getting hot. She spun around. “Do you mind if I come inside your room?” “...how come?” I asked, knowing exactly why. My heart began pounding. “I don’t have time for this shit! I’m already late! Let me in!” She yelled, and barged her way in my room. She took a look around, and said to me, “What’s that smell?” I began stuttering. “W-w-what smell?” I backed up slowly, towards where I threw the towel and leggings. I started to push it nonchalantly underneath my bed, when she saw what I was doing. “What is that?” She walked over, and snatched the towel, but then quickly dropped it when she felt how wet it was. She saw the leggings right near me, and gazed up. That’s when the screaming took place. She spent about a minute yelling at me about how much of a child I was because this was the third time she’s seen me pee myself. She looked at the time, and muttered, “I’ll deal with you when I get home.” When she left, I began crying, and then I had to do the chores that she asked me to do, in addition to washing my pants and towel. All day long the worry fed through me about what she might do. I couldn’t even leave home either, I had to babysit my brother. My mom came home at around 9:00, and that’s when things got really scary. I closed my door and lied on my bed. My heart was pounding. She didn’t do anything when she walked into the house, and I thought for a second that I may be in the clear. About 5 minutes later, she knocked on my door. “Come in,” I said. She walked in. I still lied on my bed, and she stood next to the bed, and talked to me. She started off calm, saying that she understands accidents happen from time to time, but that it shouldn’t happen this often. I tried to tell her that I really had to go badly, and that I had no other choice than to wet myself. She went on about how she has seen my wet pants turn up in the washing machine a few times, and that I have no shame. That’s when the conversation turned into arguing, and the arguing turned into yelling. It got bad. Really bad. Then she asked softly if I have problems with peeing. Like health problems. That meant that if I said yes, I would have to go see a doctor. I told her no, and so I bit the bullet and told her about my fetish. That was really hard to say. She got really angry with me about that, and said that I’m such a little kid for doing this. I told her that she was a shitty mother for saying that. She looked shocked when I said that, then got really angry. And then this cunt grabbed me while I was still laying down on my bed, rolled me over and literally BEGAN FUCKING SPANKING MY ASS like I was a little FUCKING kid. She got in only 2 or 3 swats in, but she went hard and they stung. I pushed her away, we both started screaming at each other, and then I stormed out, grabbed my keys, and drove off in my car. I called my friend Emily, explained everything to her, and she said that I could move in with her. Her and I go to the same college, but she lives in an apartment off-campus. So right now I’m spending the night there, and tomorrow I’m gonna go home and grab all of my clothes and stuff, and move in with Emily, for I don’t even KNOW how long. Emily seemed understanding of all this, but she did laugh a little at the situation. I’m so fucking pissed. There’s nothing wrong with peeing your pants, whether it’s on purpose or on accident. I’m just so pissed at everything, I officially hate my mom. I can see why she yelled at me and was upset, but she has no right to touch me like how she did. Like I said, it wasn’t a lot of hits, but they did hurt enough to make me let out a scream. Even if they didn’t hurt, it’s the principle alone that says that it’s not right that she did that. I’m not even that horny from this whole incident, I’m just too angry and upset about this. Can someone PM me so I can rant? Preferably girls? Nothing against guys, it’s just I feel that I can rant to a girl better than a horny guy. Thanks.
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  31. "Why would I make this up?" The same reason everyone else posts fake stories as true, it turns you on. I don't think it's a big deal that you're making all your posts up, but the fact that you're trying to catfish someone ("preferably girls") is a little off-putting. https://www.omorashi.org/forum/24-fiction-and-fanfiction/
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  32. @warmwetjeans How old are you? Everything about your post makes you sound like you are a underage. I understand that you can be a legal adult and still live with your parents and be in school, but the relationship you describe with your mom doesn't sound like one that seems typical of someone who is legally an adult. Assuming that you are an adult, I find it extremely inappropriate that your mother would insist on coming into your bedroom after you told her know. Even more inapropriate is that she would spank you. You described a woman who is forcing her adult daughter to disrobe and be physically assaulted against her will- If this actually happened, you are describing a woman who has serious boundary issues and seems very volatile. Your story indicates that your brother is so young that he can't be left alone, but it sounds like he is often in the care of your mother. Considering that your mother thinks it is appropriate to physically assault someone because she doesn't approve of their kink, I find it extremely alarming that she should be caring for a child. You are an adult who enjoys something kind of kinky. There is nothing wrong with that. There is something very wrong with your mother needing to insert herself into your sex life, and monitor everything you do to such a degree. Being concerned about your health is one thing, but this seems to go far beyond that. Does your mom not expect you to have a sex life as an adult? Why does she think she gets to have any say in your sexual exploration? No one here can tell you what to do. But, if I was in your situation I would not allow anyone to treat me that way. If you can not explain to your mother that you are an adult and that she has no business invading your privacy or judging your sex life, then, in your situation, I would be filing a police report for assault and getting a restraining order against her. I am also very concerned for your brother and what kind of damage she may do to him in the future.
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  33. A rather odd request, but I propose a Club for all those members who want to feel like 'Nii/Nee'-sans, if you get what I mean. To not put too fine a point on it, a group dedicated to those who want to protect the innocent 2D girls in the anime world, a loli-protector club. I get that it might sound rather creepy, but I also understand that not everybody wants to see drawings of young 2D girls being made a part of their fetish, for moral reasons, so it'll be a place where the wannabe older siblings to these young 2D girls can go to discuss their likes and things without causing too much of a problem for the other members who may not be into it. Please feel free to completely ignore this if it sounds too questionable, but just thought I'd put it out there if petitions for clubs are still open. ~Tapris-chama
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  34. You did good getting away. Parents shouldn't be spanking their kids at all and if they think they are still entitled to do so even when they are adults, you get the hell away from them. I'm from an abusive family myself and can totally emphasize, getting away from them and years later cutting off all contact and finally getting some agency over my own life were the best decisions I've made so far. Even if you have to combine working and studying to do so, it's better that way. There are communities on the internet nowadays that can support young adults in these types of situations, will listen to what you have to say and emphasize and give advice. Stay strong!
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  35. To everyone who commented- thank you all so much. I've moved out, grabbed all of my things today and moved in with Emily. she understood everything, i know it's assault, but im not going to press charges against her or anything. she's a psycho bitch and ive moved out. it was a bunch of emotions running amok when that happened, which im not justifying her hitting me, but in essence i see where it came from. to the asshole who is insinuating that im making this shit up- fuck off. why the fuck would i make this shit up? i have a weak bladder as it is, i was desperate to pee, so i leaked a little out. it hurt too much. i had no other choice but to pee my pants when i got home. anyways thanks to everyone who messaged me and replied- ill be posting again later if anything else happens
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  36. Things will get better when you're living on your own. My mother was very, very harsh on me when she discovered my nappies and stuff. We get along better now that we live several thousand miles apart, and she can pretend I'm 'normal' LOL.
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  37. Not trying to get off topic, but I'm always interested to hear about how others deal with it. I personally find it to be almost a self sustaining situation at times. My depression usually manifests itself as anger. I can be mad at the whole world, and everything just pisses me off, and I mean a LOT. But, it also seems to centre me as well. While I'm down, I feel very detached, extremely detached actually, and I can have a complete lack of empathy for others. But that's a powerful emotion. It can be addictive, that feeling of not fitting in, and not caring in the slightest. It makes me feel stronger somehow, like I'm superior because I don't HAVE to give a fuck, unlike the normal "sheeple." Being mad is a justification for my alcohol and drug abuse. I don't care about what I'm doing to myself, or what others think, and GENUINELY not caring, being able to destroy myself however I want is extremely empowering. If you've ever wondered why some people cut, it's simply because it's nice to be able to take some control, and do something that other people don't approve of or understand, and nobody can stop you. It sharpens the senses, putting you back in control as everything else around you spirals away. At least it is for me. Is this at all similar to how you feel, minus the drinking/drugs part? Again, sorry for going off topic, so anyone reading, feel free to please comment on the original post if you want to.
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  38. Another short 4 minute capture of Marni Moore looking desperate to pee starting with feeling her bladder bulge, then putting her hand up her dress and holding herself, this model seems to have a weak bladder and doesn't seem to be able to last the duration at times before she feels the urge to want to go. Maybe worth looking out for her in videos and there may be more desperation signs to come from her hopefully. Marni Moore 1.mpg
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  39. @RandomMagicFan You're probably gone, but I'll respond just in case you aren't: First, if she's doing it for you she probably doesn't mind it. If she did, she probably wouldn't do it. Besides, she said she enjoys it too. So, appreciate that. (I understand how you'd feel that way though, I might feel something similar if I got a girlfriend who would do that, even if she said she had as big an interest in it as me) Second, I will say I was fighting my fetish for years. So, remember that you didn't choose it, it chose you, so you have to deal with it as best you can, and as long as you're not hurting anyone with it, damaging anyone else's property, or forcing it on anyone - which, again, I'm pretty sure you're not - it's completely harmless, and satisfying your fetish by reading stories on it, etc. could lead to a happier and longer life. Besides, I was just feeling really bad about some of the more extreme stories I wrote and more than one person told me there are far more extreme fetishes out there.
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  41. +1 No, and I don't see how even those who voted for him still can. He's proven himself incompetent to usher in most of the GOP agenda regardless of a majority in both houses, haphazardly abandons various principles of his party's platform when he finds it convenient, creates distractions and controversies on a daily basis (even when warned ahead of time not to by R leadership) that continue to distract from the work his legislative counterparts so desperately want to begin, let alone complete, and he still hasn't filled most of the vacancies in the executive branch. Note that the ones he has filled went to the same lifelong politicians, donors, lobbyists, and corporate executives he swore he was going to "drain" from Washington. So much for that, eh? Add to that his near-immediate failure to stand by the paper-thin promises to blue-collar workers he ran on, some of which were either horribly informed or just blatant lies, and it's no surprise he has an approval rating falling towards a flat 30%. He also can't send two tweets without lying or spreading misinformation... If the GOP wants a shot at keeping the White House in 2020, assuming the Dems actually run a viable candidate, they'll either have to field a primary challenger to Trump, or start a war (this would, historically at least, give them a better shot at holding on to the presidency, despite Trumps unfavorables).
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  42. If you think people don't support Trump because of "strong language," then you aren't paying attention. People don't support Trump because he is grossly incompetent at running the country, doesn't understand basics about government, is mealy-mouthed and waffling on the topic of white supremacy and neo-nazis, makes numerous unforced errors that further alienate minorities, immigrants, and thinking people. He's a buffoon bringing us to the edge of nuclear war with North Korea. We don't need to relitigate pussygate or the halcyon days of the Muslim ban from six months ago to find examples of him being a truant, petulant, feckless leader. So no, I do not support Trump, and am glad that his incapable hands are bungling up the Republican agenda.
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  43. Not going to argue, but I wanted to add some facts- A) The countries that Trump wanted to ban immigrants from are primarily Muslim, and despite claims that these countries have a history of terrorism against the United States, those claims are not backed by facts. Even as the white house stated the ban was not a Muslim ban, trump continued to refer to it as such. If terrorism is truly the criteria, the countries selected make no logical sense, and there is no way to justify a ban on them and not others. Based on Trump's own words, it seems to be a ban on immigrants based on their religion. B) Trump didn't just say, "Grab them by the pussy." He said, "You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything." The reason so many people were upset by this is that he seemed to be bragging about sexual abuse- That as a celebrity he could sexually touch women without consent because of his status. That is why eople were upset by it and why it was a big deal. As far as it being a personal thing with a friend? He said this to an entertainment reporter while wearing a microphone on a bus owned by the TV show that employed the entertainment reporter he was talking to. That is not what I would consider a personal conversation with a friend. C) Most Americans did not vote for Trump. Actually, Hillary received the second largest number of votes of any presidential candidate in history. Trump won the election because we do not have a direct popular vote. Rather, voting districts that are designed to be equal by amount of land, not by the number of voters they contain, select the president. As a result, land owners in rural areas have their vote count more than urban city dwellers. A person who lives in Los Angeles would have to vote 15 times to have the same voting power as a rural rancher in Montana.
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  44. I've had to do pee tests at the doctors office for most of my life and hated them when I could start doing them without my mother having to be there ( I was a terrible aim) so I was horified to find out my employer wanted a drug test. when I got there they handed me a good sized cup. I actually loved it the cup was very flexible so I split my lips and kind of used them to help me hold the cup. I opened my legs really wide and watched my pee spill from me and into the cup. I never saw pee tests the same way again.
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  45. I found this...
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  46. +1 for her not pulling her skirt up. I love this thanks for sharing!
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  47. Great game, spent a few hours playing it for both endings. Below is a guide/walkthrough for anyone stuck/require such a thing
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