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  1. 16 points
    I was talking to my wife tonight, when she stated "I really need to pee". I replied "Would you wet yourself if I grabbed you and started to tickle?" Without answering, she quickly jumped up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. About halfway down the hall I heard, "Oh, shit" and then "Damn it, I didn't make it". I found her sitting on the toilet, still in her pants.
  2. 15 points
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  3. 13 points
    https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e80a22dcce43 Hope you all enjoy! She was tidying the kitchen and needed a wee, so instead of using the toilet, she wanted to just wet herself in the kitchen! Well why not? Gotta do something to get rid of the boredom of isolating Should she keep the same leggings on and wet them again? Or should she change into her cute tight jeans when she needs to go again??
  4. 13 points
    QueenRami---Desperate-and-Wetting-My-Work-Pants.mp4 A woman wets her beige pants, shows us her boobs, then pleasures herself. Here's a link for her pornhub page: https://www.pornhub.com/model/queenrami
  5. 13 points

    1,616 downloads

    A lovely friend sent these to me and they are among some of the hottest JAVs I've seen in a long while. I'm working from home, so this means I can take 'breaks' more often, and I can tell you I've masturbated to these videos more than 3 times since getting them (and never got past the first clip on the first video!). Anyhow, the premise is school girls come into the nurses office with a number of complaints (hurt leg, feeling sick). They are treated or instructed to have a nap on the table. They then proceed to have panty wetting accidents in a number of ways, either wetting the bed (and their uniforms) while they sleep, or having an accident struggling to get up off the table, or standing in the middle of the room in crutches in front of their friends... and more I'm sure. I've not seen them all yet, but I will! Anyhow, enjoy these! Rachel

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  6. 11 points
    I agree! Theres just something really kinky/naughty about it when a girl purposely wets herself, and then just leaves her pants on until she needs to go again! She already wet her knickers in bed this morning when we woke up instead 9f visiting the ladies room, so I filmed it! She left the same knickers on and wet them again in the kitchen wearing her leggings. Now were gonna chill and watch tv in bed and shes agreed to just pee in them for the rest of the day. Will keep the heater on so it doesnt get cold, but I'm sure she'll warm herself up Were making a compilation of her wetting the bed again and again with lots of rewetting this week anyways! No she doesnt find it uncomfortable, she likes the feeling of wet pants as long as it's not too cold! Haha. P.s. these are the knickers she was wearing! Who knows how many times she will re wet them today...
  7. 10 points
    So I recently got into holding in public and learning how far I can push myself without actually wetting in public. In the beginning though I didn’t dare push my bladder for fear of wetting in public. One time I pushed myself too far while in the changing room at Macy’s trying on dresses. I often like to spend my free time at the mall window shopping and trying clothes on without actually buying them. Normally I’m pretty good at knowing my bladder’s limit. I went to the food court and ordered a large bubble tea and read one of my books. As I walked around Macy’s I didn’t really feel any need to pee so I decided to try on a few dresses. I made the mistake of wearing tight skinny jeans too. As I’m grabbing dresses to try on I feel a small need to pee but decide against it since I didn’t want to have to put everything back, go pee and then go find everything again. Once in the fitting room I change into the first dress without a problem. It was a long flowing summer dress so I had no problem slipping it on and off. However, the next dress was a very nice formal dress, like the kind you might wear when going out to a nice dinner with friends. I struggled with the zipper only because my arms are short and I had long hair that would often get in the way. The dress is tight once I zip it up. I like tight clothing but the tightness was pushing up against my bladder now. I didn’t realize how full I was until the dress was zipped and I was literally stuck in the dress without an easy way to get out. Focusing on my uncomfortable feeling in my bladder made it worse, now I was fighting for control so I could take off the dress, put my clothes back on and find the nearest bathroom. It took me a century to unzip the dress. By this point my panties are getting moist and panic starts to set in. I’m shaking trying to regain control of my bladder so I can open up my legs long enough for me to slip my skinny jeans back on and get my shirt and shoes back on. I knew I was getting dangerously full because when I opened up the changing room door I looked around to see if anyone was in the fitting room hallway. Thankfully no one was around so I grabbed my purse and awkwardly walked with my legs pressed together desperate to find the nearest bathroom The “Are you fucking kidding me” groans start once I realize the nearest bathroom is across the store. I am in the teen section and the bathroom is all the way across the cosmetic stands and women’s clothing toward the back of the store. Thankfully it's about 8:30pm so there are not a lot of shoppers in the store. I wobble side to side hoping to conceal the need to pee the best I can. After I get past the cosmetic booths. I start to speed up my walk. I quickly realize this is a mistake as my control over my bladder slips. I can feel a small leak escaping creating a wet spot on the back of my jeans. Immediately I cross my legs trying to keep anymore pee from escaping. I grow more and more anxious, fearing that peeing in the store could somehow get me arrested. I have to make it to the bathroom I just have to. The only person around is a woman working at the store hanging up clothes. I try to avoid eye contact with her and act as casual as possible by pretending to look at clothing price tags. I probably looked like I was shoplifting with how awkward I was acting. Once she turned around, I continued my leg crossed shuffle toward the bathroom which still felt miles away. Finally I make it to the bathroom! By now I have to hold with all my might because as soon as I got to the bathroom my bladder suddenly jumped and I nearly lost all control. I struggle to get my pants down. A little more pee leaks out in a spurt and by now I have a noticeable decent size wet spot on the back of my jeans. I am so relieved once I pee. Most of the pee went in the toilet and not on my clothes. However, even after using toilet paper to soak up as much pee as possible there is no way I can conceal the wetness of my jeans from mainly the back. In order to get out of the mall and into the car I get the clever idea to use my large purse to cover the front of me and make sure when I walk that no one is behind me. The mall is nearly empty and I am able to walk without much concern to my car. My heart is racing by the time I get to the car, my first unintentional public wetting. Lesson learned, pee first before trying on tight dresses and make sure you know where the nearest bathroom is located.
  8. 10 points

    Pictures | Remaking a Classic

    In this video we challenge Alisha and Olivia to remake a classic HD Wetting video. Can Alisha and Olivia do a better job in 2020 compared to the original, with Sammy and Mikki, shot in 2008? Alisha and Olivia have no prior knowledge of what scene they are going to be asked to remake. They get to watch the scene for the first time in this video- A classic scene with Sammy tied up and Mikki peeing on her. After watching the original video, Alisha and Olivia do their best to create their own version of the scene, trying to make it even better than the original. In their version, Alisha has Olivia tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut. Lifting her skirt, Alisha sits on Olivia’s lap and pees through her panties, soaking not just her own underwear, but Olivia’s pants as well. Once she is done peeing, Alisha slides her hand down the front of Olivia’s pants and rubs her pussy.
  9. 9 points

    Who Among Us (youtube)

    In this short film just after the 8 minute mark a woman seems to have a small wet patch on her crotch. then moments later she fully soaks her pants in fear. enjoy
  10. 9 points

    abandoned drenched panties

    It was a drunken evening, a lot of beers and the beers make me want to pee quickly and I become very desperate... much more than with water of coffe itself... A friend hat to sleep at my house and we were with other friends on the street. I can't remember exactly how many beers I had drunk but I was a little drunk. I had already felt a tingling in my bladder in the middle of evening but I was not more worried than that. I was thinking of peeing before going home with my friend, to a bar or a public restroom. When the evening ended I was definitely desperate for a pee... I really wanted to go to the toilet because I didn't know if I was going to last until we were home. So I slipped gently to my friend before leaving our group of friends " I really need to piss.." But shed told me that I would have to wait because we didn't have time to look for toilets... the trams would soon stop running because it was already quite late. At the time I was most certainly already at 10/10 given the diuretic effect of beers on me and I squirmed on the spot whil waiting for the tram. My friend tolf me that she had to pick up things from her house before going to my house. I thought I could go to her too to free the torrents of piss that my poor bladder had been holding for hours... it reassured me a little. The tram was full of people and we couldn't sit. I firmly crossed my legs trying not to make my need obvious. But I would die for a piss... Each time the trime braked it sent pulses into my bladder and it was almost unbearable. Unforunately for me, my friend's mom called and told her that I couldn't go to her house to pee because her little brother was sick and she didn't want me to come house. I understood but I was mortified. It was obvious that I could not wait to be at home, I was going to end up peeing myself. We got out of tram, I walked slowly to avoid rushing my bladder. Suddenly we saw a supermarket a little further, we went ther. I prayed that they would still be open and that I could use their toilet. Each step was a torture for me, and alcohol helping I ended up standing openly in front of my friend and people. Unfortunately for me, the supermarket was closed and they counted their cash before closing. They refused me entry... At that time a dribble soaked my pants, I was reaching my limit. I wanted to piss so much... I managed to cut the flow but I'm sure I had a small stain between my legs. But it was dark and no one saw anything. I sat on a small wall in the parking lot in front of my friend's building and waited for her. I them called my mother to tell her that we would be late and I explained to her my urgent need... I was almost crying, I needed to pee so badly it hurt. My mother told me that near our house ther was a pizzeria, open all night and that I could go and realieve myself there when my friend comes back. "I hope I can hold out until then, I really need to pee" I whined on the phone. When my mother hung up my friend still hadn't returned. I squirmed like crazy on my little wall. I was reluctant to pee against a car. Thinking of my relief, thinking of the torrents of piss that I could drop just against this car made me run awat again in my pants. I stood btw my legs with both hands, praying that my friend would come back soon. I couldn't pee in this parking a lot, what if my friend came and saw me ? what if someone saw me ? My friend came back and we went to wait for the tram to go home. I prayed that the servers of the pizzeria let me use their toilet without consuming, I had no money on me... I squirmed while waiting for the tram, I felt mu bulding bladder push aigainst the waistband of my jeans. Finally I loosen my belt a bit, leaving room for my bladder. But the relief was only short-lived, a wave of despair caught me and I had to lean forward to avoid a flood. My friend made fun of me but I didn't car. I wanted to pee so baldy ! In the tram we sat on the ground, for lack of space and standing was far too hard for me. But my belt and my jeans were pushing against my bladder and I couldn't cross my legs the way I wanted. "I need to pee so badly..." I whispered to my friend. She laughed at me and made me sounds of flowing water, "pssss" and waved her bottle of water in front of me. I moan softly. I couldn't any more... We finally arrived at my stop and indeed the pizzeria was open. I wanted run to the toilet but I couldn't, I had such a hard time walking. We had to wait at the red light, I squirmed in all directions, hands trapped btw my legs. The line at the pizzeria was long. I obviously had to wait, without being sure that they would let me use their toilet without my consuming it. There were 5 people in front of us, I was trying to appear as normal as possible but even staying upright was torture. My legs were tightly crossed and I was trying to hold my hands away from my crotch.We were right next to the water fountain and someone can to fill hus jug. The sound of water flowing in the jug drove me crazy. I was totally frantic with envy and I wanted more than anything to open walves, to release all this piss in me. My friend laughed when sh saw me hopping the spot and she trickled me. I whimpered begging her to stop, then suddenly she pressed hard on my bladder and a long spurt flowed into my pants. I had to stand to cut the flow, my spincter was exhausted. It was our turn to order, I gently asked the waiter if I could use his toilet. "no u have to order" he tells me. I had reached my limit I knew that I could not walk the 10 min to my home. " really need to go" I whispered on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry miss but u have to order something to use our toilet" I hadn't money, but I ordered him a coffee. "I'll pay u after" I said to him. "It's really urgent". He finnally agreed and let me pass. I waddled to the toilet at the back of the pizzeria hoping there was no one ther. To my relief the bathroom door was vide open. I started to dribble in my pants. I quickly closed the door and ripped off my jeans. I don't have time to take of my pants I was already starting to pee. I sat on the toilet and sighed in relief. It was so good... my god... I was pissing through my panties but I didn't care. The pee lasted a long time. When I finished, I took off my pants and put them in the small thrash can. I went out, my friend was waiting outside. I managed the dodge the waiter I ordered and never got my coffee. ahah I walked without panties in my soaked jeans to my house. My mother knew nothing about my abandonment panties. And a big thought to whoever find my pants soaked with piss in the toilet bin ahah
  11. 8 points
    Gotchu PrettyWetGirl1.mp4
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  13. 8 points
    I don’t even think I can begin talking about how long this has been in the works. Six months? Seven? It’s taken so much work that I even took a break several times to write other stories, but finally it’s done. I had this brief period where I REALLY wanted to write about two girls exploring a destroyed world from the safety of an old military tank and this was the final result. I do have a Ko-Fi if you like my stories and wish to support me: https://ko-fi.com/callumdoesathing _______________________________________________________________ Two Girls And Their Tank: A Beast In The Woods “... and that was another fine arrangement by the Miriam String Quartet.” Over a hiss of static, Buck Allworth saw off the last song with a few kind words of gratitude for the person who had sent in the old vinyl. “From the Pipeworks, to Hawkland, all the way to Sieger’s Settlement, I’m Buck Allworth and this is Archived Radio.” He spoke softly, with a kind voice that harkened back to the old days - back to the days when families could gather around the radio in the comfort of their own homes and bask in the enchanting music of the big bands. “Next up, we have Booker White’s Moonlight Band singing ‘And I’m a sucker for you.’” “Ooh~” Annie crooned, sweeping her frizzy locks from her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich. She sat like a child, legs crossed and a bottle of fizzing soda in her hand, tapping the glass in rhythm to the music. When the music started, it was like being wrapped up in a whimsical world; Annie leant back, closed her eyes and let the music of yesteryear wash over her. All Annie had experienced in her lifetime was the melancholy strum of a guitar or the quiet, but sombre sounds of a violin. The music of the roadside settlements was depressing, as quiet and miserable as the world that surrounds them. But when she tuned into Archive radio, hosted by the soft-spoken Buck Allworth, she could close her eyes and let herself get lost in the grand old tunes of yesteryear. She liked to imagine that she was back in time, standing among a crowd of men and women, the elite of the former world, the people who dressed the best and knew how to have a good time. They’d be ready for a night on the town, wearing black freshly pressed suits with matching ties and the women in their long flowing gowns that hide their white sparkling shoes beneath their long elegant flow, just like the old magazines showed her. She’d be lost in a haze of cigarette smoke, the smell of freshly lit cigars and expensive brandy clouding her nostrils. There’d be sounds of chatter, gossip and laughter all set against the tremendous music of a large brass band. “I’d be dressed for such an event too.” Annie sighed, her heart fluttered as she lost herself in her thoughts. She wrapped a strand of her long curly hair around her finger, imagining herself with long straight hair. “What kind of do would I have? A ponytail maybe?” She rubbed her thumb against her finger, trapping the lock of hair between them. “Or maybe long and straight like when I was a little girl.” “Annie!” There was a shrill scream, like that of a girl who had been waiting for far too long. “Annie! Get your head out of your arse!” It was Piper, who was glaring up at her with a subtle look of anger, but with Piper she never did anything subtly. She put her hands on her hips and leant in, bringing her stern gaze closer to Annie. Her shrill yells were enough to whisk Annie away from her yesteryear fantasies. She watched it all burn away before her eyes; the tall golden columns around her shifted and shaped into rows of tall, dead trees that she saw everyday on the roadside, devoid of colour, scorched and crumbling before her eyes. The carpeted red floor that she strolled across elegantly was warm, and growing warmer. It cracked and tore apart, revealing a spanning landscape of depressing grey tarmac. And the large brass she imagined central at the front of the hall disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the magical music they composed was nothing more than the sound of an old vinyl over the crackling radio. Once again, Annie found herself sitting on the steel frame of their tank, a half-eaten sandwich on her lap and an empty bottle of Freckleman’s soda. “S-Sorry Piper.” She glanced with sorrowful eyes at her comrade below her, feeling the impatience burning through those fiery eyes. “W-What do you need?” Piper huffed, swept back her black hair and climbed up onto the tank. “I needed the crowbar. I tried yelling at you, but you were off in your head again so I came back to get it myself.” She shook her head, swept her hair back again and climbed down into the tank’s compartment. Annie stood up, scratched her numb arse until she could feel her cheeks again, and scoffed down the last half of her sandwich. “Do you need a hand finding it?” She called down to Piper, spewing crumbs onto the tank. “Nope, I’ll be fine.” Piper’s voice echoed back. “Ah, here it is! Heads up!” A loud metallic clang rattled Annie’s attention, causing her to jump. She swung herself around and saw the crowbar lying on the ground. It landed with such force it shattered the tarmac around where it had landed. Piper re-emerged from the compartment, stretched her arms, and hopped down from the frame. She picked up the crowbar, gave it a few swings and once she was satisfied, swung it over her shoulder. “There we go, this should bust the lock.” She said with a smile. Piper walked off along the forecourt and around the side of the old building - Wellington Gas & Services was the name of the store - An old service station from the time of yesteryear, now boarded up and barricaded, left to rot in the scorched countryside. Piper, the older of the two girls, had once been a Tank Commander for the Hawkland Army, and her military past showed clearly in almost anything she did. She wore a dark green jumpsuit and black boots that were beginning to show their age. Her long dark brown hair was often worn in a simple ponytail so it wouldn’t cover her face. She was quite militant, with the steeled looks of an army commander. She rarely smiled and most of the time she would stare intently, her brows furrowed and her eyes scouting everywhere, always on the lookout for danger. Annie however, was nothing like her comrade. She was a civilian from an old oilworks settlement just outside of the Hawklands. She was an engineer for the pipelines and her past knowledge was what eventually led to her coming along with Piper, though rarely did she get to touch any of the delicate parts of the Tank. She dressed in a simple pair of denim overalls with a white tee and knickers beneath them. She had frizzy ginger hair that often curled and freckled cheeks that dotted her pale face, especially around her button nose. After about ten minutes, and some very loud banging, Piper emerged from behind the old shop, bringing with her a long black hose. “See, I told you there’d be some left.” She said proudly and dropped the hose behind the tank. “I never doubted it, Piper.” Annie rolled her eyes. Not once could she remember telling Piper that there wouldn't be any fuel left, yet Piper continued to act like she had proven her wrong. The tank would take some time to refuel, so the girls passed the time in their own way. Annie climbed atop the turret, made herself comfortable, and decided to read through a comic she’d found in a ruin sometime ago. It was an old comic - a story of a superhero from another world who had come to Earth. She sat with her back against the warm steel, her sleeves rolled up, reading through the action-packed pages and sipping on a bottle of cola. Piper, having brought her tools out from the main compartment, crawled under the tank and started to make some small repairs to the tank. She’d wrapped the top of her overalls around her waist, showing off her oil-stained vest and a teasing glance of her perky chest. She climbed down beneath the murky underbelly of the tank and with a flashlight clasped between her teeth and a spanner in hand she got to work tightening up the loose bolts. She took great care of her tank and she was always anxious that slogging the steel behemoth through the rough terrain was beginning to wear down the underbelly. Even the toughest tanks couldn’t handle the vile swamps and murkland that now polluted the world. She was minding her own business, struggling with a bolt that was stuck with mud, when she felt a niggle from her lower tummy. She grimaced at the feeling and put a hand atop her stomach. Finally, her morning coffee had settled and she needed to take a leak. Piper dropped the flashlight and sighed. It had been a while since she’d last done it. She and Annie had woken up, settled who got what rations over a game of rock-paper-scissors, and then took turns pissing into a dry well of mud before driving off down the road. However Piper was quite fond of drinking coffee while she drove. The caffeine kept her alert and she was really fond of the taste; The bitterness of dark coffee reminded her of the army. Usually, she would empty a whole flask of freshly made coffee before the afternoon and another in the evening. “It’s that time again.” Sighed Piper. She grabbed the bottom of the frame and pulled herself out from beneath the tank. The sun was blinding and she raised an arm to shield her eyes. “Is everything okay underneath?” Annie asked, peering over the pages of her comic book and revealing her deep blue eyes beneath a curtain of ginger hair. “Yep.” Piper replied plainly, uninterested in conversation. She untied her overalls, letting them fall around her boots and giving Annie a full view of her bare slender legs, glistening with sweat, and a pair of white knickers smudged with motor oil. “Keep an eye on the gas tank.” She ordered Annie, looking over her shoulder and casting a commanding glare in her comrades' direction. “Huh? Why? Where are you going?” Annie rested her comic book by her side and crawled to the rear of the tank. “Are you going to take a leak?” She tried asking, though as she lost herself in the dazzling view of Piper’s long bare legs, she had a feeling that she knew the answer. Piper slipped out of her overalls and chucked them atop the tank, landing them on the turret right beside Annie, and strutted off towards an old rusted out car. “Where do you think?” She yelled back at Annie without turning to her. Watching Piper walk off, Annie felt a familiar feeling burning within her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her ladyhood quiver. She enjoyed when Piper did her business, often watching her during their breaks along the road; She’d sneak a sly peek from behind the tank while Piper was squatting. Seeing Piper hunkered down, with her cheeks spread and a long golden stream splattering noisily between her legs and onto the dry earth between her muddy boots. It made Annie shiver with a pleasurable, yet sinful quiver. With a sly smirk, Annie rolled over onto her stomach to get a fine view of Piper strutting bottomless across the forecourt. The white cotton of her knickers failed to contain the fine form of Piper’s well-endowed backside, the rear of her knickers were enveloped by her crack. Annie nursed the bottle of soda, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue, and lay on her tummy with her feet hanging in the air. She watched Piper go behind the rusted car, bending down beside the backseats to hide herself, but there were no doors on the car, meaning that from atop the tank, Annie got quite the pleasant view. “I wonder if it’s number one or number two.” Annie asked herself, remembering that Piper drank quite a bit of coffee this morning.. She got her answer soon enough as she watched a sputter of piss dribble from between Piper's thighs. She could tell Piper grunted, noticing her anus wince between her spread cheeks. “Hmm~” Annie sighed. Piper had an amazing butt, one that she could never get tired of staring at. Annie watched lewdly, her eyes fixed on Piper squatting behind the old car, a sinful smile on her face as that little sputter of piss blossomed into a long, pale stream. It fell, catching the sunlight and splattering against the dry tarmac, leaving a puddle. She enjoyed watching, though without Piper’s knowledge. There was something pleasurable about watching her friend relieve herself, something strange that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver with glee. She loved the way her stream rained between her legs, wetting her thighs as a few stray dribbles ran down her bare legs. The way her pale fluids hit the sunlight, sparkling. And of course, the very faint, but obvious sound of her piss striking the tarmac, a heavy splattering like rain hitting stone in the distance. Piper’s stream grew stronger, striking the concrete fiercely. She shuffled around, moving her boots to avoid them getting splattered. It didn’t work; her boots were getting doused by the smallest splatters of pee. Annie giggled to herself, delighted by the sight of Piper’s butt and the long pale stream running between her legs. She didn’t really understand why it was so pleasurable to watch Piper relieve herself, there was just something about it that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver whenever she mentioned it. Maybe it was just watching her stream rain from between her thighs, dampening her soft thighs with a few dribbles and the hefty splattering splashing against her butt. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit her stream, giving it a distinct sparkle. Or maybe it was the faint, but obvious sound of her piss as it struck the dry ground, the sound resonating on the wind. Perhaps it was just the naughtiness of leering from a distance, deriving a quivering pleasure from spying on her comrade during this most personal moment for a girl. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming stink of gasoline in the air. Annie grimaced, her whole face twisting at the smell. It was vile, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying this simplest of pleasures. There was only so much time she could enjoy it for and she wanted to make sure that she remembered every little detail of Piper’s little comfort break. Once she saw the last little splutter of pee dribble into the large puddle between Piper’s boots, Annie sat her soda down by her side and watched her dry off. Without any paper, Piper had no choice but to shake. She stood up, her knees bent, and jiggled her butt softly to shake off the last few drops. Annie rolled over onto her back and sighed. She was quivering, every inch of her body shuddered in delight. There was nothing better in her day than that lewd glance of Piper during her most private moment. She lay there in the sun, rubbing her thighs together and letting her perverted thoughts get the best of her. “Annie! Annie!” A girl kept calling to her. “ANNIE!” It took her a moment to realize that it was Piper calling for her, and she didn’t sound too pleased about being ignored. Annie rolled onto her belly, shaking her head to whisk herself away from her perverted thoughts. She could see Piper running toward the tank, her knickers barely covering up her slit which glistened with a dribble of pee between her lips. “ANNIE! HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!” Piper screamed, injecting all of her fury into those words alone. Those words were enough for Annie to flinch. This time she knew Piper was serious. “Hmm? What? What’s up!?” She yelled back in confusion, struggling to put her thoughts together. The air was now reeking, thick with gasoline. Once her head was clear, she noticed the sound of something hissing too. “The pipe! You idiot!” Piper pointed frantically to the side of the tank. “I told you to watch the pipe while I went for a piss!” “The pipe?” Annie turned in the direction Piper was pointing and that’s when she saw exactly why Piper was so angry. “THE PIPE! SHIT!” Her whole face dropped in disbelief, she didn't have any more words. The nozzle Piper had hooked up to the Tank was spluttering, spitting out gasoline all over the forecourt and up the tank, washing it in thick viscous fuel. “There’s a kink in the line!” Piper yelled, pointing to a length of the pipe that was bulging, clogged by fuel that struggled to navigate the kink. "How did you not notice it!?" She was infuriated, seething even. She rushed up to the nozzle, planted her foot against the tank to steady herself and wrapped both hands around the nozzle. She heaved, putting all of her strength into pulling it from the fuel tank. The nozzle came loose, disconnecting with a metallic click. It gushed gasoline, the force being enough to push Piper back a few inches. She slammed her foot on the ground and grappled the flailing nozzle like she was fighting a large snake. It sprayed gasoline everywhere, showering the forecourt, the Tank and even Piper herself a little bit. She struggled to control the flailing pipe, and seeing Annie’s dumbward gaze like she’d been left paralyzed, she knew she was in this on her own. She was given no choice but to let go of the pipe. “Annie, get behind something now!” She yelled and at that moment, let go of it. Before it could hit the floor, Piper was already off. She sprinted behind the tank to shield herself from getting any wetter than she already was. Her shirt and trousers were already soaked by the nozzle sputtering fuel everywhere. They both watched from cover as the fuel sprayed everywhere. “All that gasoline being pissed away…” Piper frowned. Enough gasoline to get them at least another hundred miles now being wasted. It wasn’t long until everything went quiet. The hidden reserve ran dry and the pipe, finally tapped out, collapsed into the giant pool of gasoline it had created. The strong smell of gasoline pierced the air, overwhelming their senses. Now that the chaos was over, Annie hopped down from the tank and over to Piper. Now that everything had settled, she was up for helping. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You didn’t get soaked or anything, right?” “I’m fine… I’m fine.” Piper sighed. She looked up at her tank, frowning at the sight of wasted gasoline. There must’ve been enough there for another hundred miles, and now it was dripping down the side of the tank. Annie knew she’d messed up, but it felt worse when she saw Piper frown. “I’m sorry, Piper.” She apologized, looking down at her feet like a worried puppy, her face hidden by a frizzy curtain of ginger hair. Piper sighed and climbed up onto the tank. “It’s fine, Annie. I… I should’ve just done it myself.” She lifted the hatch leading into the compartment and sat down. “We have enough gas and the storm should wash off most of that.” She hopped down into the compartment. “Grab my overalls and let’s get going.” Annie walked through the pool of gasoline, her boots squelching against the ground. The way Piper handled that mishap was better than it had been before. Usually, she turned red, and her words were so heated she often worried she was going to spit fire. But this time, it didn’t feel right. She was calm, collected, without a single word to show her anger. Annie sighed, climbed up onto the tank and grabbed Piper’s overalls. Maybe she was just becoming more accepting of the disappointment. She took one last look at the afternoon sun, enjoying these final seconds before she’d be confined to the steel innards of the tank, and finally, after she’d had her fill, climbed down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed. She had gotten in just in time to see Piper changing into her spare clothes. Her overalls, splattered with gasoline, were balled up on the floor beside her footlocker. She had just pulled up her trousers and was buttoning the front when Annie got down the ladder. “Ready to get going?” Piper asked her, the tone in her voice still cold with frustration. It would ease up over time, but not while there was a gasoline-shaped hole in her heart. “I guess so.” Annie nodded. Piper, with Annie’s help, pulled the massive lever back to start the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the sound of machinery grinding rang through the compartment. Piper ducked beneath the low ceiling separating the driver’s seat from the compartment and hopped into the seat. She took off the handbrake and with a violent jolt that lurched both girls forward, drove off down the road. Once again, the girls passed the time in their own way during their long journey. Piper enjoyed an old flask of coffee while she was driving. It helped her to concentrate. She sat alone in the driver’s seat with only the radio for company while she navigated the scorched roads. Every now and then she’d reach down for the thermos by her seat and take a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter and it had gone cold. Piper grimaced with every sip but it was all she needed to keep herself alert. “Good evening to all of you out there. This is the Evening Report, helping you to keep safe during these trying times. The current time is 6pm and we’ve got quite the storm ravaging the countryside.” The radio reporter, a soft well-spoken man, gave an update on the current happenings in the world and signed off, leaving his listeners to a night of music. The next song from a playlist of yesteryear crackled on the radio. A jazzier instrumental - those were often played during the evening. “Hey, Piper?” Annie called out from across the compartment. Over the roaring of the engine, Piper couldn’t hear her. She could hardly hear herself. “Piper!” She screamed. This time, Piper looked over her seat and nodded. She reached over her shoulder and turned the dial on the radio, lowering the volume and gave Annie another nod to let her know she could hear her. “Hey! What? What’s up?” “Do you mind if we take a short break? I’ve gotta go… you know?” Annie asked with a quiver of shame, her cheeks growing a searing hot red. She leant forward in her seat, straddling the rough leather and clicking her boots together. Piper sighed, showing her frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t one for unscheduled stops. She followed a strict regime that had been with her since her days with the army. Everything had to be done during one of their routine stops that she insisted they take once every few hours. It was like clockwork to her, a routine that gave her life some normality. However to Annie it was monotonous, repetitive and straining - they’d stop, eat whatever scraps they had salvaged that day and relieve their bladders by the tank while the other stood watch before continuing off down the road. But Piper became especially grouchy about unscheduled stops when either of them needed to answer nature’s call while on the road. Annie couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty when she saw that look of frustration on Piper’s face. They’d been driving for hours and Annie, after holding in three bottles of soda and a heavy lunch, felt she was reaching her limit… in both departments. She felt the peeking head of a curious brown turtle and for Annie that was enough for her to ask for a break so she could make a drop in the bushes. Piper pulled down the lever by her seat and both girls jolted forward as the tank came to a sudden stop. The gentle rattling beneath their feet ceased and the compartment grew still. She climbed onto her knees and looked over the back of her seat with an unamused look. “What’s it for?” She asked, glaring at Annie. “W-What do you mean what’s it for?” Annie answered with a defensive huff. “I just said… I’ve gotta go. That’s a good ‘nuff reason.” Piper sighed. “I mean number one or number two?” Her calm tone was cracking beneath impatience. Hearing such a question caught Annie with her knickers down. Metaphorically. Though she did wish to have them down soon. She’d never been asked something so personal by Piper. Even if she was taking a dump during their scheduled stop, Piper never once asked just what she needed to do. Such a question knocked her back like an explosion, causing her to spill over and land back in her chair. Blood rushed to her face and her pale freckled cheeks were left searing with embarrassment. “Why does that matter!?” She replied with a fiery voice. “If it’s number one then just go in the canteen.” Piper waved her hand in the direction of an old metal canteen among the junk in the compartment. “We need to get a move on and I don’t want to make any stops unless I really have to.” “I’d say this is important.” Annie protested, feeling her stomach grow heavy under the weight of her bowels. As they were talking the pudgy mud-like lump pushed itself against her knot, stopped only by Annie clenching her cheeks. It was getting bad. She’d completely forgotten that she was bursting for a piss too. The urges in her stomach were making themselves far more known than anything her bulging bladder could produce. With a shameful sigh, knowing that Piper wouldn’t give in unless she admitted it, Annie swallowed her shame and came forward. “It’s b-both.” She squeaked, averting her gaze from Piper’s inquisitive stare. Her answer was met with a furrowed brow. “Hmm? Say again, I didn’t hear you?” “It’s both…” Annie squeaked again, quieter this time. “I have to go number one and number two.” “Okay, we can stop then.” Piper flicked the switch for the ignition down. The green light above it turned red and the low rumbling of the engines ceased instantly. “If you gotta go, you gotta go. I can do some maintenance and I don’t want you stinking up the compartment.” Without the bellowing of the engine, there was only silence. It was quiet enough to hear the storm rattling the tank's frame. Though the engine was off the main light that dangled by a string over the compartment remained on, buzzing quietly. “Ha, thank you.” Annie stood up and immediately she was hit with what felt like a rushing wave pushing against her waist. It was as if her bladder had filled instantly. There was a raging tide in her bladder and it was desperately seeking a place to settle. She grabbed a handle on the wall, wrapping her hand around the cold steel. She stood pigeon-toed, the tips of her boots touching as she waited for the wave to settle. For now, with her energy channelled into keeping her cheeks clenched and her hole puckered, her bowels didn’t cause her the same discomfort her bladder did. Once the tide between her legs settled and Annie was confident she could walk without leaking, she hurried over to the ladder and wrapped her hands around the rungs, eager to climb out into the countryside and scurry to the nearest bush. The thoughts of watery relief behind a bush sent a sharp shudder of delight up her spine. She hadn’t taken a piss since this morning and it had been at least a day since she had taken a dump - An old abandoned quarry, that’s where she’d last done it, using an old cement mixer as a makeshift toilet to shit in. She climbed the first two steps of the ladder, growing ever more desperate to get outside and cater to her body’s desperate desires. Annie grinned, imagining the relief she’d soon be feeling. “Hold on.” Piper ordered. “Ooh… what is it now?” Annie whimpered, dancing in place and wrapping her legs around the ladder. “H-Hurry up, please P-Piper.” Piper did no such thing. She took her time getting up from the driver’s seat, shimmied her way through the pipes and components and made her way toward the ladder and Annie without speaking a word. Annie watched her, still squirming around the ladder as Piper pushed past her and squatted down beside the small brass case that was secured with a padlock. “Where’s the bloody hell did I…” Piper murmured, looking around the chest. She didn’t seem too bothered about Annie who felt like she was about to burst if she had to endure this any longer. “Aha!” She reached onto a low shelf and took out a small silver key, which she used to unlock the case. Annie tried to sneak a peek at what Piper was searching for, but she did a good job concealing herself as she rummaged around in the chest. She could hear things being moved, pushed aside and thrown around, but all she could see were Piper’s hands shuffling. After a few seconds Piper stood back up and approached her red-headed friend. “You’re going to need this if you’re going out.” In her hands she held a Braun.45 “A Braun?” Annie recognized the pistol; her father had owned the same model, though this one had been better maintained - it had been cared for, with no scrapes or scratches anywhere on it. The condition was like brand new, right out of the factory. She took it and held it in her hands briefly, feeling the weight of it. For a pistol, it was heavy. Annie couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a weapon. Perhaps the feeling would have brought more nostalgia if she wasn’t pressing her quivering girlhood against the rungs of a rusted ladder. “It’s best you take this too.” The second item Piper presented to her was a small gizmo no larger than a rock. It was metal, cold to the touch, with wires wrapped around the handle and a small glass screen. She handed it to Annie, who looked at it with a confused scowl, furrowing her brow as she turned it over and looked at the back. “What is it?” She asked Piper. “An Auran device.” Piper informed her. “We used to use them to detect Eldritch lifeforms.” She reached forward and flicked a switch on the side of the device. The device came to life in Annie’s hands, the screen flickered on and displayed a standard radar screen like she’d seen before. It crackled, the screen hissed with static and it made her hands feel fuzzy, but Annie saw nothing extraordinary about the device. “It’s detected nothing, so we’re safe here.” Piper droned on. “If it detects something the device will start to beep, and the frequency of the beeps will let you know how close it is. The shorter the interval between pings, the closer it is.” Annie squirmed impatiently as Piper continued to babble on. She gripped the rungs of the ladder tightly, wrapping her legs around it and squeezing her thighs against the cold steel to relieve herself of the overwhelming urge to flood her knickers. Pressing herself against the ladder helped, and Annie, though secretly, delighted in the feeling. She’d hoped that having Piper see her in such an indignant state, groping the ladder and wrapping herself around the rungs in sheer desperation would be enough to encourage her to shut up and let her get on with relieving herself. Instead however, Piper took no notice and continued prattling on about the use of the Auran device, much to Annie’s desperate dismay. Suddenly, Piper stopped explaining and looked up, scrunching her nose as she caught a whiff of something foul lingering in the air. She sniffed curiously, grimacing at the smell. “Do you smell that?” She asked Annie. “I don’t smell anything.” Annie replied calmly, knowing full well what it was. “Smells like one of the converters is breaking down.” Piper kept sniffing the air, unsure what she was smelling. All she knew was that it was foul, and it made her nostrils twitch. She turned around and bent down beside the pipes running along the bottom of the compartment. The old converters that filtered the waste from the tank emitted a sulphuric smell when they were breaking down and it was easy to believe somebody had just ripped a fart when one of them finally did. But Piper was a girl who put her tank before anything else. The moment she could smell something foul in the air, the first place her mind went was to some component or another breaking down. Annie watched in silence, wafting her hand behind her backside. She knew full well that it was neither the pipes or the converter that were responsible for that foul smell. She exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled when she felt her guts settle. It had been her who had sullied the air of the cabin, though she would never admit it. As Piper had droned on, oblivious to Annie who was holding on despite the brown load turtling between her cheeks, she couldn’t help but let one quiet fart slip. It was humiliating, her cheeks warmed as the little cloud of gas escaped her quivering hole. Annie bit down on her lip, feeling her face turn red. But she’d been saved humiliation by Piper’s obsession with keeping her tank in it’s best condition. “I’ll take a look at that in a moment.” She wiped her brow and hopped back up to her feet, scratched her arse and turned to Annie to resume her lecture. She couldn’t even speak a single word before Annie spoke first. The ginger-haired girl was cracking under the weight of her bladder and her bowels. When she couldn’t even wiggle without the fear of a muddy fart escaping, she knew time was not on her side. “P-Piper!” She hissed, tightening her grip around the ladder and brushing aside her ginger hair. “I, ahem, I’ll be fine.” She took a deep breath. “Can I please go?” “So you understand how the device works?” “Y-Yes.” Annie nodded. “It beeps and beeps faster if something gets near me. I get it.” “Alright then.” Like a strict mother, Piper gave her a nod and waved up to the hatch leading outside. “Don’t stray too far. Go out, do what you gotta do, and come back, okay?” She sat down beside the old radio, turned the dial and tuned in just in time to hear Moonlight Theatre. The narrator, a quiet man with a deep voice well suited for the theatrics offered by the station, was recreating an old radio drama. Annie barely heard his opening chapter. She climbed up the ladder and threw open the hatch. It swung back with a heavy crack and struck the top of the tank with a metallic clank. She peered her head out, and was met with the icy winds of the storm. She shuddered, feeling her skin prickle, and quickly her red frizzy locks grew damp and dull from the rainfall. The earthy smell of wet dirt was the first thing she could smell. The first thing she could see as she scouted the forest from the tank was a long stretch of road unlit by either a lamp of the moon. It was pitch black, save for the fog lights of the tank, which illuminated the road with a dimly-lit glow. She climbed atop the tank and closed the hatch behind her. She hadn’t been out for more than a minute and already she had grown damp from the rainfall, feeling the biting chill seeping through her clothes numbing her bare body. The sky grew black with storm clouds and it looked like they were in for a long night of fierce weather. There was little sign of Eldritch influence around the woods, the trees and surrounding land though scorched remained somewhat natural. The tall trees choked away the moonlight and in the foglights of the tank, Annie noted a ghastly fog sweeping the roads. She could hear nothing but the ragged sounds of her own breathing and the downpour of freezing cold rain; even the engines were silent, almost as if they were frozen in a fearful awe of the forest entangling the land around them. But as Annie scouted the area, she was reminded by her bladder of why she had ventured out here. Her bladder twinged, and she could feel her fluids sloshing around. She felt fit to burst. “I really need to take a leak.” She said with a desperate grimace. She shimmied herself along the frame and toward the turret. In one hand she clutched the Auran device, which was yet to detect any presence around her. It crackled with a lifeless hiss of static. With such pressure on her lower body, it was difficult to move properly. Annie felt her legs shaking as she slowly approached the turret, her bladder twinged fiercely, causing her girlhood to quiver. She was sure she could feel a dribble, but it could’ve just been the rain. She slowly made her way along the tank’s turret, the hollow sphere of the turret pinging against her feet as she moved delicately to keep her footing. “Oooh… I feel like I’m about to go in my pants.” She said again, this time with a soft whimper. Her bladder was growing impatient, the pains between her legs were growing worse and striking her at shorter intervals. Her bowels too pestered her during these moments of weakness; she could feel her rear knot wincing and something hot and muddy trying to rear its head between her cheeks, hanging from her clenched ring like a stick. Her stomach felt heavy and it weighed down on her, causing her great discomfort. Annie needed a second; to take a deep breath and to compose herself before continuing. If she took another step under this pressure she’d be making two messes in her pants. A few seconds beneath the biting rain passed and the pressure in her lower tummy subsided. Annie continued, sliding down the armoured plating covering the treads and descended onto the ground. The road was now a pool of thick, viscous mud, and she felt herself land straight into a muddy puddle, splattering her denim overalls with a shower of mud. “Ugh…” She exclaimed with disgust, grimacing. She tried to think nothing of it and walked on, but as she stepped away from the tank she felt another push against her brown knot, this time her whole stomach growing tight. If she dallied too long, she would have more to worry about than just dirt on her trousers. She looked up and down the road, making sure there was nobody coming. Once she was sure nobody was around, she raised her butt and with a soft grunt ripped another, lengthier fart. “Ooh~” She sighed, raising her butt higher. It was loud enough to be heard even over the rainfall and she was close enough to messing herself that Annie had to pat her butt, just to make sure it was a dry fart. It was, luckily, and she again let out a relieved sigh. “Hmmm~” The pains in her stomach settled again, leaving only relief. To the side of the tank was a thicket between two scolded trees. The dark tunnel of overgrown grass called out to Annie, the thick bushes enticing her with the promise of privacy and shelter from the freezing rain while she relieved herself. “Ha… that’ll do nicely.” She said with a joyous smile. Cautiously, she raised the Auran device in the direction of the thicket. This time, the device sensed something, marking it with a low-pitched ping. On the screen something flashed in the distance. The pings sounded with a delay of at least four seconds of dead air between them. Annie had never known such an intricate device, though she knew the pings warned her of the presence of Eldritch beings, the device did nothing to alert her to the kind of creature. For all she knew it could’ve been a bug that crawled too close to a rift. Another uncomfortable wriggling in her lower stomach pulled Annie from her thoughts. She felt the brown head of her load pushing itself against her whimpering anus once more. Her knot, which she kept puckered tightly, quivered under the stress of the waste. With a deep breath, Annie clenched her hole fiercely, the pain causing her to double over and grit her teeth as she sucked the load up back into her bowels. She could feel the log retreat, pushing back toward her bowels, but leaving an unpleasantly warm ring around her knot as it did. Growing ever nearer to her limit, Annie was forced to squeeze her legs together and clench her cheeks tightly, grimacing as the mass retreated. Her stomach tightened, a bloated feeling filled her belly and she felt the urge to rip another fart. “N-Not this time…” She said with a pained expression, knowing that if she were to rip another, there would be more than just wind. She knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer at either end. To stand out in the freezing rain and debate the machinations of a foreign device was not something Annie should be doing when she was so close to soiling herself in more ways than one. “I just have to get in the brush, and I can go in there.” She told herself, drawing strength from her words. Drawing the pistol from its holster, Annie trotted through the mud and slowly approached the tangled tunnel of bushes and leaves. She held out the Auran device again and kept it fixed on the thicket. It continued to ping at the same rate - slow, low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She swept aside the leaves with her shoulders, cursing as the weeds stabbed at her overalls. She stepped into the brush, entering a dark nook of nature where she couldn’t be seen and the rain couldn’t get to her. She walked on, the grass crunching beneath the weight of her boots as she walked through, looking for a quiet spot to relieve herself. Annie again looked down at the scanner. Still no change. Low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She looked around with a sheepish gaze, making sure she was completely alone. It was a habit she struggled to break. When it came to taking a dump outdoors, Annie was always nervous. It was something rooted in her since she lived in her home settlement - surrounded by so many people that she couldn’t even use an outhouse in peace. She had to make sure she was alone, even when she knew nobody else was around, Annie couldn’t properly relax until she was certain nobody would witness her doing the foul deed. After a few seconds looking around, she knew she was alone. Completely alone. Annie stepped a few inches to the left, behind a large, unscorched bush that would conceal her nicely. It was pitch black, and the foglights from the tank were the only source of light she had. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and holstered the pistol. Once it was holstered, Annie unbuttoned the suspenders keeping her overalls up. They came undone and she took the falling fabric in her arms before they could land in the mud. Slowly, she lowered her overalls around her knees, exposing her bare arse to the cold air and squatted down low in the grass. “Ahh… AHH!” She squealed as something cold and wet tickled her crack. She jumped in fear, the surprise almost causing her to let go of her overalls. Her skin crawled and with eyes wider than plates she spun around to see what had given her an indecent touch. It was merely a wet piece of grass a few inches taller than the rest. She buried the shock behind a nervous chuckle and stomped down the blades of grass. Once again, Annie took a deep breath and squatted down over the waiting dirt. The second she was low enough to the dirt, she shuddered with delight, feeling her skin crawl. Between her thighs she felt a gliding warmth. “Ahhhh~” She sighed, taking a long, relieving piss into the grass beneath her. The golden stream rushed from between her lower lips, splattering against the damp grass between her boots. Smaller splatters splashed against her laces. “Ooooh~” She dug her hands into her knees, letting the relief run through her. Such pleasure, especially after she’d been holding her piss so long, felt amazing. Annie felt weak, digging her hand deeper into the denim of her suspenders. The air resonated with a strong pattering as she watered the grass with a flood of piss. She could feel the rising steam against her backside, a thin veil of hot vapour warmed her bare arse. At first Annie didn’t care for it, but as the steam continued to rise, turning her blue cheeks red, she grinned, basking in the pleasure. It was a lengthy piss, though Annie had lost herself to the pleasure shooting through her body. All she knew was that it was a great relief emptying her bladder after holding it for so long. She finished with a dribble, feeling a single drop running along her lips and hanging from her anus, warming her butt. The air went silent, the faint hissing fell silent and Annie hunkered down close to the ground. Her anus winced and she grimaced, looking around once again. She could feel her stomach tighten and the weight in her bowels descended, a thick brown snake squirmed down towards her hole. She closed her eyes and let nature run its course. No more than a minute, that was all she needed to take a dump. The air resonated with a quiet crackling. A small, pea-sized lump pressed itself between her anus, peeking out into the darkness. Her stomach cramped up for a second, but Annie ignored it, focusing only on squeezing out her log. But before she could, she heard the Auran device ping. She opened her eyes and leant forward to pick up the device, forcing her waste to retreat as her focus shifted to the device. She couldn’t believe it, she had heard it correctly - the red light was indeed blinking faster than it was before. On the radar screen it picked up a signal at the very edge of the screen. The red flashing light conjured a sense of fear in her. Annie tensed up, denying the descending snake at the knot of her butt freedom. All of her attention was now on the device and watching the red blip. She counted the delay between the pings, moving her head in rhythm with the device. It was now at three seconds. “It’s nothing…” Annie told herself. The blip was at the very edge of the screen and the scanner was still quite slow between the pings. “I just need to be quick, is all.” Annie rested the device on her bare knees and relaxed, setting her mind back on making a dirty deposit in the grass. Another minute passed, and Annie was still squatting in the grass. Though she could feel the heft of her waste pushing against her ring, producing a slimy head of brown filth, she couldn’t give it the final push it needed to unfurl between her cheeks. “C-Come on…” She whimpered, straining, wriggling, shuffling, anything she could to push even a small length of her log out, but her body refused. It was as if she had frozen up in fear, her mind refusing to allow her such an intimate moment for fear of the creature picked up by the device. Though she was right on the brink of messing a minute ago, right at the edge of unfurling a sizeable log into her underwear, she found it difficult to squeeze even an inch out now. Not a fart, nor a peek. “Oooh…” She whimpered, burdened by a heavy feeling that tightened her stomach. Although she couldn’t go, Annie still felt the pains in her stomach that begged her for relief. She could feel the weight lingering at her hole, a hefty load of soft mud-like mess that was fighting against her ring. But her body refused, keeping her hole puckered. They intensified, tightening like a rope around her belly. Annie grimaced, biting down on her lip until the pains subsided. It was beginning to hurt. Her stomach was cramping and she whimpered again with soft, impatient desperation, wanting nothing more than the blissful relief that followed crimping off a solid length of mess. “Come on~” She muttered again, lifting herself up and hovering bare-arsed over the dirt, giving her butt a shake. Twenty more seconds passed and Annie was still stagnant in the bushes. She was dripping wet, every inch of her thoroughly soaked through. She could only wrap her hands around her wet knees and wiggle her backside, praying that this strange bout of anxiety would soon pass. She twiddled her thumbs to pass the time, twiddling and twiddling, waiting for that moment her body would give in. Her anus, weak from clenching, gave in and finally a slither of waste widened her ring with some help. Annie pressed her legs together, tightened the grip on her knees and with a firm grunt she strained, putting all the pressure on the lump of mess peeking at the edge of her hole. “Hmmm~” She bit down on her lip and squirmed. It was working, her anus unclenched, her ring growing wider as she felt the soft mass of her mess descend on her hole. It dropped slowly, pushing her ring open to accommodate it’s girth. This was it, her whole body shuddered as she was a moment from sweet muddy relief. But again, before she could squeeze the plump mess out, the distinct ping of the Auran device distracted her. All of her attention was lost and once again. Fear ensnared her. Her body seized up and her mess retreated, protesting with a groan that caused her a brief discomfort. Then suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw something lurking in the distance. At first she thought it was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the wind, though she wasn’t certain. It was big, a large blur moving far in the distance. But Annie still couldn’t tell. She leant forward, pushed aside some of the leaves on the bush in front of her, and looked out into the distance. It was difficult to make out through the leaves. Annie pushed aside a large branch to get a clearer view. Through the thick curtain of fog that seemed to shatter against the pouring rain, she could make out a black shadow. It was wandering around, moving slowly but powerfully. Annie picked up the scanner from the ground, mud covering her bare hands, and aimed it in the direction of the shadow shambling in the distance. The device started to beep frantically, the frequency of pings growing shorter until they were only two seconds apart. The figure moved through the fog, struggling like the mist was impeding it. It’s long gangling arms swept at the air and as it grew closer, Annie saw the outline of something large. Though still a silhouette shambling through darkness, she saw the figure of what looked like a human, but its arms were long and thin like twigs. At the end of its wrists were three long fingers, twitching. It was not just her suspicion that had been aroused however; the Auran Device, fixed on the creatures position, continued to ping. The pings were rapid. Before Annie could take a breath, two seconds became one second. One second became half a second. Annie watched the beast drawing closer, still squatting down in the dirt with her suspenders undone. Not once did she think about running. She merely watched, like fear had frozen her, rooting her feet to the ground. Finally, as the Auran Device emitted a shrill continuous shriek, the fear settled in and Annie realized what was happening. She had to get out of there and back to the tank, forgoing relieving herself for the sake of safety. Without another second to spare, Annie grabbed her suspenders and scrambled to her feet, pulling them around her legs with a single hand, the other grasping a nearby branch to help her keep her balance as she got up. She sprinted through the thicket, her boots almost sticking to the mud. In one hand she held up her trousers, keeping them as high up as she could while she also clutched onto the Auran Device. It continued to emit the same unending shrill right in her ear. She used her free hand to swipe away the foliage impeding her, batting at it in a frenzied panic and throwing it aside. As she ran through the thicket, catching and scraping herself against the branches and sharp leaves, Annie felt her gut wrenching, like something was wrapped around it and tightening itself. Between her wet cheeks, which clapped together with every step she took, she felt the weight of something soft pushing down on her knot. There was nothing she could do to stop it. All Annie could do right now was put all of her strength into running. Nothing else mattered right now. She leapt out from the thicket, back out onto the muddy road and into the warming glow of the tank's fog lights. She didn’t feel safe yet, and she wouldn’t until she was back within the steel walls of the compartment with Piper. The leaves were rustling behind her, whatever she had seen was close. She sprinted toward the tank, using her free hand to button up just one length of her suspenders. She fiddled with the button, giving it almost no attention, but after a few seconds she felt it slip through the cut on her suspenders. She took a deep breath - finally she could use both of her hands. Time was running out. Annie approached the rear of the tank and scrambled to climb up it, clawing at the paint and lifting herself onto the tread covers. She climbed the turret, wrapping her arms around the barrel and lifting herself atop it. Her body groaned as she lifted herself, the worst of the fatigue could be felt pushing against her anus, leaving her hole quivering. She moved cautiously along to the hatch, the slippery surface almost causing her to slip and fall back onto the road. There was no telling where the beast had gone. The forest had gone quiet. Annie didn’t dare to look back. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking, almost turning to jelly from fear. She got to the hatch, stopping just before it. Inside, there were the muffled sounds of talking - it had to be the radio. Annie was exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. Her breathing was ragged, she just needed a second to catch her breath. But she couldn’t. The bushes beside her rustled, the scanner continued to moan one long continuous shrill. It was close. She was sure she could hear breathing, a ghastly beast-like breathing. She wrapped her hands around the handle, the cold, wet steel numbing her palm, and threw open the hatch to the compartment. She leapt down, sealing it behind her. At last. Safety. “Annie!” Piper, who had been sitting and listening to the radio, leapt up from her seat and rushed over when she heard Annie land with a clang. “Is everything okay? Did some…” She paused, fear drowning her face. It was almost enough to turn her pale. Piper had noticed the Auran device, hearing its shrill cry. She yanked it from Annie’s hand. “Oh fuck…” She cursed. Meanwhile, Annie fell to her knees, collapsing under fear and waning adrenaline. She panted, regaining her breath in long ragged gasps. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, tensing up when she remembered that she hadn’t been given a chance to do her business. She felt bloated, something soft descended through her guts and peeked at the edge of her butthole. Her stomach tightened again and Annie groaned, biting down on her lip. She desperately needed to fart, to let go and rip a relieving one, but she couldn’t. Not while Piper was here. Even when it could offer her some relief from the pains in her lower tummy, she still didn’t have the courage to fart in front of Piper. Had she been alone, Annie would’ve gladly done it, lifting her butt and letting the ripe little bubble burst. What she wouldn’t give to be alone right now, just to feel the relief of a fart she’d been holding in for too long. With a lip-curling grimace, she clenched her anus, denying the fart she so desperately wished to rip. Her stomach groaned, protesting with a fierce grip around her gut that caused her great discomfort to the point she whimpered. Her gut rumbled and after a few seconds she could feel the fart retreating. “Are you okay?” Asked Piper, who had finally noticed her comrade in great discomfort. She put the Auran device on a nearby box and offered to help Annie to her feet. “I’m fine… just tired from running.” She gasped, still catching her breath. She swept aside her sopping wet locks of ginger hair and stared into Piper’s eyes with shame. Suddenly, the compartment began to shake, mechanical components began to rattle. The floor beneath them shook violently. Both girls grabbed onto their seats and in a moment of fearful uncertainty looked up to one another. Whatever that creature was, it had stumbled upon the tank. Piper looked pale as ice, for once that fierce look she often wore had been lost. The Auran device continued to screech. Piper steeled herself, brushed back her hair and moved toward the red dot, creeping to make sure she didn’t alert whatever was outside. She took the device from the table and peered at the screen. “It’s circling us.” She whispered, her face illuminated by the red screen. “Whatever it is.” “Does that thing have no way of telling us what’s out there? Anything at all?” Annie asked, pointing to the Auran device. Piper shook her head, and then an idea came to her. Without telling Annie, she squatted down, grabbing onto the desk to balance herself, and looked toward the driver’s seat. “I’m going to try and look through the front window.” She whispered, glancing back at Annie confidently. “You can’t be serious?” Annie protested, wincing halfway through her words as her stomach once again tightened, fighting against her prolonged holding. “It’s the only way to know what’s out there.” Piper said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just going to peek out of the window and see if I can get a look.” She peered through the glass. Something big lumbered past, slogging itself across the dirt and moaning. “It’s a Shambler.” A Shambler - Annie had never witnessed one before, but she had heard stories from passing traders when she was a little girl. The great horror of the woodlands. Eldritch in origin. Tall, lumbering creatures that had wandered through the rift and now stalked the forests and swamps. They were slow, sluggish, and lacked any intelligence. But if provoked, they were a terror, a nightmare, an awakened Shambler was a being of pure strength, mercilessly pursuing whatever dared disturb it. Even the smallest of Shamblers, which still stood a head taller than a human, possessed the strength to completely overturn a tank. Piper peeked up again, checking to see if the Shambler was still there. It stood, attracted to the glare of the fog lights. “Of course it’s here. The foglights must’ve attracted it.” She crouched down out of sight and looked behind her. “Annie, get the gaslamp off, and the radio too. Last thing we need is for it to try and get in here.” Annie nodded and lifted herself to her feet. Right now, with her stomach growing tighter and her whole body feverishly quivering from her lack of strength, even doing something so trivial as turning off a light felt like a tremendous task. She hobbled over to the radio first and turned the dial. With a static crackling, the comforting sounds of the evening channel faded into silence. She stood for a second, grimacing as she could feel her rear knot once again quivering. All she could do was clench, tightening her sphincter, and pray that this would not take too long. Next was the gaslight, which sat on a box beside the radio. Annie turned the knob, watching the small orange light extinguish, the warm comforting glow of the lamp becoming a cold, dark shadow. The whole compartment was dark, though the fog lights outside gave a faint glimmer of silver light through the front window. Piper reached up to the steering wheel, her hands shaking and slowly flicked the switch for the fog lights. It went dark, the lights turning off instantly and leaving the compartment in darkness. Suddenly, Annie felt her guts tighten again. She doubled over, putting a hand on her stomach. Her anus quivered and her tummy groaned a beastrous roar. Again, she felt the urge, no, the need to rip a fart. She couldn’t hold it any longer, her guts were wrenching under the pressure and her body yearned for even the smallest bit of relief. She had no choice. Thankfully, she was right beside one of the vents that let air into the compartment. That would help with the smell at least. Annie, with a whimper, raised her butt, pressing it against the grate of the vent and strained softly, letting one rip. “Ooooh~” She sighed with relief, almost moaning as her fart left a warming impression on her buttchecks. Her lips curled into a smile, she felt sweet relief like her guts had emptied. It was delightful. Her stomach groaned softly and settled, the pressure finally abating. Once the lights and radio were off, Annie stumbled back to her seat, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on anything. When she felt the rough leather, she knew she was by her chair and plopped herself down, huddling up with her knees legs on the chair and her arms wrapped around her shins. She couldn’t believe she had just done that - ripping a fart with Piper right next to her. Though the shame had her cheeks flaring, she knew that she couldn’t help it; she’d been holding it in for so long that she had no choice but to relieve herself of some of the pressure in her gut. What really worried her was the smell. It made her cheeks flare bright red just thinking about it. When she was so close to soiling herself, it wasn’t going to smell like a basket of roses, but she took some comfort in knowing she had ripped it right next to the vent. Piper snuck back across the compartment, taking the Auran Device from the table as she passed it. She used the red light from the screen to find her way to a chair and sat down, sitting right beside Annie. There was a moment of silence between both girls, one that Annie broke. “So what are we supposed to do?” It took Piper a moment to reply; she didn’t look up from the device. “There’s nothing we can do.” She said calmly. “We’ll just have to wait until it gets bored and wanders off.” Such an answer caused Annie to whimper. Again, she started to feel the discomfort stirring in her lower tummy, her bowels growing heavy at the thought of waiting even another minute. “H-How long do you think that’ll take?” She asked, trembling. Piper shook her head, looking unsure. “Not a clue.” She answered, slumping down into the chair beside Annie and watching the scanner with a keen eye. “It could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. We might even be sleeping here tonight.” Another answer that Annie’s bowels couldn’t handle. The very thought of being stuck in here for the whole night was too much for her shivering hole. She puckered up and readied herself for a long night. “It shouldn’t take too long.” She told herself for comfort. “Shamblers are dumb, right? It’s not going to stick around for more than a few minutes.” Half an hour passed. Annie only knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the table next to her to distract herself. Her needs had grown worse in that time; Far worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. Her stomach was almost moaning, growing tighter and heavier like a weight was constricting her. She could feel the hot, moist feeling of her waste as it hung right at the edge of her hole, the long brown snake peeking out by a mere inch and hanging over the white cotton of her knickers. It wouldn’t retreat this time, regardless of how hard she tensed. She could cut a cigar with how tight her knot was clenched, but even then she could still feel it; the muddy length of waste, waiting for her moment of weakness. Annie grimaced, shuffled in her chair softly to make herself more comfortable, and bit down on her lip. Her lower half was shivering, fatigue setting in from almost an hour of fierce clenching. Her tightly-closed ring quivering, but she persisted, knowing that if she were to unclench for even a second, she would not be able to contain the brown monster that would unfurl in her knickers. Another ten minutes passed, and Annie was no better. Slowly, it was getting worse; the brown snake was descending little by little, squirming closer to her clean cotton knickers with every passing second. She began to feel bloated, like something heavy was pressing down on her stomach. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony, like her insides were twisting around themselves like a knot but Annie persisted. It couldn’t be much longer. She pushed herself down on her seat, pressing her butt against the rough leather of the chair, and giving her cottons a brown kiss. She let out a whimper as she felt something moist smush against the cotton of her knickers. It was exactly what she feared it was. The turtle’s head was so low it mushed into the cotton of her knickers, like a cigar being stubbed out and leaving a small damp stain in the rear. Outside, the Shambler continued to stir. It persisted, circling the tank continuously, prowling near the steel frame and huffing. Even through the thick steel, its muffled snarls could be heard - a low beast-like snarl as if it were chomping at the air. “It’s still out there.” Annie whispered. “I know.” Piper whispered back, her face glowing red from the screen of the Auran device. She gritted her teeth, seething with impatience. “Come on you bastard, leave already.” And then, an idea came to Piper. “Annie, the Braun I gave you, hand it to me.” “Y-Yeah sure, let me just…” Annie froze as she reached into the holster; she couldn’t feel the iron grip of the pistol. “W-Where is it?” She looked down, frantically patting her waist. “I… It’s not here?” “What do you mean it’s not there? You didn’t drop it, did you?” She knew it wasn’t there, but Annie continued to fiddle with the holster. “I d-don’t know. I don’t remember it falling out. It must’ve slipped out while I was running.” Her heart was racing and for a moment she feared she was going to shit herself. “Goddammit.” Piper furrowed her brow and huffed. “We could’ve just blown its brains out.” “What about the turret?” Annie suggested meekly, already knowing it was a far-fetched idea. Piper shook her head. “With what ammo? That thing hasn’t been loaded in months. That old pistol was the only firepower that was on-” Piper froze, growing silent and staring down at the Auran Device. “It’s stopped circling us.” Piper whispered. “Why’s it just standing there… what’s it doing?” Suddenly, something came crashing against the tank, striking the steel frame with such force that it rocked. The Shambler moaned in distress, the sound piercing the thick walls of the compartment. Even with four inches of solid steel separating them, it was as if the Shambler was right there, beside her. The relentless striking of steel rang out in Annie’s ears. It was a shrill, piercing sound that buried itself in her mind so she could never forget it. Those horrid sounds of banging in tandem with the violent jolts that nearly threw her from her seat filled her to the brim with a surreal sense of fear. Annie whimpered, her lips trembling as she suppressed the urge to scream. Fear was coursing through her, chilling her blood until she was completely numb. She wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn’t. Piper could see she was shaking and she leant over to comfort her, putting a hand on her lap. “Shh~” She said, gesturing with a finger over her mouth. Annie didn’t say anything. She let out a childish whimper and hugged herself tight. With her shaking hand, she grasped Piper’s hand, squeezing it tight. She wouldn’t let go. As long as she knew Piper was there beside her, she felt safe, sheltered. The compartment shook violently under the constant strikes of the Shamble. The suspension beneath the floor creaked, sounding its age with a rusted squeak. Tools and Pieces scattered, crashing to the floor and hitting it with an audible clang. Both girls were almost thrown from their seats, but they held on, refusing to make a sound in any capacity. It was a furious onslaught that seemed to last forever. Beast against metal. The Shambler continued to throw itself against the frame of the tank, howling in frustration when the iron behemoth showed no reaction. Finally, everything went quiet. The Shambler moaned for a final time. It had gone silent. Dreadfully silent. Piper smiled, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. The Shambler had grown bored and realized that the object it flung itself at was of no threat. The Auran Device pinged and the red dot on the screen started to move in circles. It was over… at least that’s what Annie thought. She felt an uncomfortable shuffling in her bowels, the load that was pressuring her hole had begun shifting again, pushing against her knot. She tried to clench up and force her load to retreat, but she couldn’t. Through the fearful shivers, she didn’t have the strength to hold it in. She was too weak; the fear had loosened her. Annie took a deep breath, shuffled in her chair and hunched up tighter, squeezing her legs with her arms, pushing her knees against her stomach. The cramps in her stomach started again and this time she couldn’t contain the agony. It was as if something was pressing down on her guts, forcing the brown snake to descend. She feared this was it, she had reached her limit and finally undone by fear, she couldn’t stop what was about to come. In a final effort to hold it in, Annie straddled her chair and pushed down against the seat. She pushed down as hard as she could, until she could feel her quivering knot kissing the cotton of her underwear. The very tip of the turtle’s head could be felt touching the seat of them, leaving a small brown stain that Annie could feel. But even with her best efforts, that wasn’t enough to stop it. Her stomach grew tighter, quietly groaning as it begged her for relief. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing more Annie could do. She was going to shit herself, and she was powerless to stop it. The head of the brown snake that peaked between her clenched cheeks started to squirm, descending to the cotton of her underwear. It came slowly, a thick, moist log of hot waste squirming against her hole, stopped only by the seat that she buried her butt deep into. Annie could do nothing but sit there, letting it happen. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she accepted it and lifted herself up slowly, succumbing to the desperate urges of her bowels. She whimpered, grinding her teeth out of fear. This was it, she had tried so hard to hold it, to endure the grinding pain that had her guts twisted for so long, and it was finally over. She was powerless to stop it, and now, knowing that, she accepted it and merely let nature run its course. She eased up, her whole body relaxing. She let out a soft sigh, and relaxed her shoulders, giving in to the desire of her bowels. Her ring loosened, unclenching fully; there was nothing holding it back now. Annie braced for the worst of it, knowing that it was far from over. She straddled her seat, digging her nails into the rough leather. She gripped it with such fierce force that she pierced the leather, leaving her to caress the soft padding beneath. The great load she had been holding squirmed through her hole without retaliation. The thin head of the snake slithered through her ring without a fight, leaving a hot, messy trail. She could feel her knot widening, forced to open wide by the girth of her waste. Her stomach again started to tighten and the cramps intensified once more. The discomfort was too great for Annie, drawing closer to agony than discomfort. It grew to be too much for her and she crossed her legs together, pressing down on her shin with her heel. The first few inches of a warm log emerged, leaving a muddy trail against her cheeks as it unfurled between the crack of her butt. The air crackled quietly as she curled the first length of her log and the smell was lifting. A long plump length of wet log hung from between her cheeks, dangling over the stained cotton. It was soft, like damp clay. Annie could feel that there was some left. Annie strained, grimacing as she forced out another inch of the log, letting it unfurl between her cheeks. It marked its sloppy descent with a slimy smearing that refreshed the brown streak between her buttcrack. The plump, lengthy log lowered another inch, the flattened head curling up as it finally reached the seat of her underwear. Annie could feel her stomach settle, now unburdened by the load that was now unfurling in her knickers. The relief was tremendous, causing a sweet shudder to surge through her body, but mostly it was the relief in her stomach that had her smiling, like a great weight had been lifted from her. “Hmm~” She sighed, hiding her relief. She felt guilty for enjoying this even half as much as she did. It was a feeling of much-needed relief, so much so that Annie cracked a sinful smile. Perhaps had this been a situation that didn’t require her to remain in her seat, Annie would’ve taken a bucket or maybe even some paper and done her business in the corner. It would’ve been far less humiliating that what she was doing right now - leaving a large trail of brown in her knickers. She was almost finished lightening her load, but there was still a fine bit to squeeze out. Annie lifted herself from the chair with her arms, hovering over the seat. and gently shook her butt from side to side. With each gentle shake, she tapped the moist log against her buttcheeks. Annie could only grimace, lips twisting into a sour expression at the feeling of the log hanging from her hole. The air crackled softly as she could feel a length of waste tear off under its own weight, gently laying itself out in the once pristine cotton of her underwear. With a soft moan, Annie tensed up, the relief of lightening her load still tingling, causing her to shiver in glee. She clenched tightly, the ring of her anus winced and she cut off the final length of the log. There was a light crackle and a sound like a snap. Annie felt the log snap and break off, cut free by a quick wince of her hole. It fell, settling in the seat of her knickers, staining both the cotton and her butt. “Uuu~” Annie whimpered quietly under her breath, her lips curling into a smile. It was shameful, she knew it was, but it felt too good. The load rested in the seat of her knickers, the soft mass curling and taking the shape of the curve of her butt. It was a long one, leaving a hot, stained splatter that ran the length of her buttcheeks. It was close to her thighs, wrapping around them and contorting to the shape of her cheeks. Though she had birthed a sizeable log in her knickers, that was still not the end of it. Annie felt her stomach tightening, something in her gut dropped and she felt a second, smaller log pressing against her muddied hole, seeking release. She feared she had no room left in the seat of her knickers. She had already filled them with the great weight of the first load. That didn’t matter; it was already coming. All Annie could do was lift herself a few more inches off her seat, lifting herself until she was nearly standing, giving the second log just enough room to unfurl from between her cheeks. Already it was pouring out of her, a small, but thick snake as soft as wet clay curled from her quivering hole, and unfurled atop the first length of waste, adding to the brown mountain already resting in her underwear. That was the end of it, and Annie concluded with the quietest of farts that lightly peppered her knickers with splatters of waste. At last, it was finally over. Her stomach settled, and the relief faded but in its place came a crippling shame. Annie sat quietly, ignoring the load that was weighing down the seat of her knickers. She sat in disbelief, panting from a shortness of breath that was brought on by fatigue. She couldn’t believe it, even with a fat lump of brown mess resting in the rear of her knickers, Annie couldn’t bring herself to believe what had just happened - A grown girl and she had shit herself. Shame was swelling up inside of her, filling the void left behind by the fading relief. Once it had set in, she couldn’t rid herself of the shame. Annie tried closing her eyes, imagining herself far away from here, in a field in the countryside on a warm summer day, but still the feeling persisted. The rising smell that polluted the air was enough to knock her out of any fantasy she wished for. Soon the smell was overwhelming, and the soft mush that had sunk down, crushed beneath the weight of her butt was all Annie could think about. For now, Annie was forced to endure it. Until the Shambler left she would be confined to her seat, sitting on a cushion of her own mess. Finally, the Auran Device fell silent. There was only a crackling of static that remained. The Shambler had vanished, wandering back into the depths of the charred forest. Though it seemed to be clear, neither girl moved from their seat. There was no telling how much time had passed. It was pitch black, and the clock on Piper’s desk had broken when the creature first struck the tank. Annie sat in silence, clinging to her chair. She tried to ignore the smell of shit that lingered in the tight confines of the compartment, emanating from the brown bulge in the back of her underwear. The seat of her knickers was weighed down by the two lumps of mess she had squeezed out. Right now she could feel the soft clay-like mass pressing against her bare butt, it's shape shifting with the movement of her cheeks. It was warm and moist, a foul swamp of muddied mess nestled right between the crack of her butt. Right this moment, there was nothing Annie pined for more than a hot bath. It was bad enough that she was soaking wet from trudging through the thunderstorm to take a dump, but the worst of it was that the only warmth she could feel came from the seat of her underwear. Her soaked, soiled clothes only reminded her of what was seated in them. Unfortunately, luxuries like bathing or even a river to wash her clothes were a rarity on the main roads. For now the only thing that kept Annie going was the thought of being out of her soiled clothes and into a clean pair of spares that she kept in her footlocker, as well as a fragrant wet wipe between the cheeks. Both girls remained in silence for a few minutes after the beast had vanished. Neither wished to be the first to break the silence. That was until Annie, assuming it to be safe, got up from her chair. Slowly, she got to her feet, stifling her whimpers at the weighted feeling of her sagging underwear. She grimaced, feeling a peeking head of waste caress her thighs like a brush on a canvas, painting her pale skin a shameful brown. The quiet footsteps of the stalking monster ceased, the low curious growls had been silenced, leaving only the howling wind in its stead. Annie looked around, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. It was over. It had to be. There hadn’t been a single sound outside since the device had fallen silent. Soft lumps of mess that had clung to her backside broke loose. The feeling of soft clay-like mess slowly peeling away from her bare cheeks was something that made Annie grimace with a sour-expression. “W-Why don’t I get some light going?” Annie said quietly, trying to make conversation in the hopes of lightening the mood. Piper said nothing. Annie made her way through the compartment, moving slowly through the darkness as to not trip over any scattered wires or junk. Every step she took, the bulge in the rear of her underwear jiggled softly, and she could feel her load tapping her bare thighs. The small gas lamp she had turned off earlier was lying on the floor near the table. Thankfully, the glass hadn’t been shattered. She turned the dial and turned the gas lamp on. With a hiss, a small flame emerged, lighting up the compartment with a gloomy orange glow. “I think it’s gone now.” Annie said quietly, walking back to her chair with the lamp in-hand. She placed the lamp on the floor between them and not wanting to reacquaint her backside with the load in her underwear, leant against the back of her chair. Piper stayed silent. She sat quietly, her black hair covering her face. But Annie could see she was quivering, her lips curling like she was in pain. “Piper?” She called again, softly this time. Again Piper said nothing. There was only silence, broken by a soft whimper. She sat stiffly in her seat, hunched up with her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands were pushed between them, almost crushed by how tightly she held her legs together. Suddenly, Annie heard a sound. It was difficult to hear at first. It sounded like hissing, but distant. It grew in intensity, growing louder until Annie could hear it clearly. And then there was a dripping. That too was growing louder, and more frequent until it was continuous, like a weak stream of running water. Around Piper’s butt a small puddle was forming, creeping out from beneath her and spreading out across her chair. It was growing larger, moving towards the edges of her seat. Piper said nothing. She sat quietly, her face hidden beneath her fringe with a fist against her mouth. Perhaps it was from the shock, but it took Annie a moment to properly comprehend what was happening. But when she realized, there was a flutter in her heart. “P-Piper?” She said calmly, her lips trembling. Piper was wetting herself right in front of her. Her olive khakis were soaked through, the drab green turning darker as Piper relieved herself in them, struggling to hold it back. She took a deep breath and bit down on her fist, her quivering lips showing the faintest glimpse of relief. She kept going, the sounds of water piddling against fabric intensifying until they echoed through the compartment. Her khakis, now soaked entirely, could not hold anymore piss. The pool started to grow, forming around her backside and expanding out onto the chair. It crept out until finally it started to trickle down the side of the seat and tap against the steel floor. It was only a tapping at first, but quickly it began to drip and finally one long continuous dribble battered the floor, covering the silver steel with a small pale puddle. A small cloud of steam rose from between Piper’s legs. The stench of fresh piss had grown strong, mixing with the sullied air of Annie’s own produce. Through it all, while her best friend sat hunched up on her chair wetting herself, Annie stood completely still, leaning against the back of her chair and witnessing it with a dumbward expression pasted across her face. Never had she imagined that Piper would soil herself. She was a strong, militant girl, the confident one of them both - a girl that was never afraid to just drop trou and relieve herself whenever the need presented itself. But now, Annie had seen it. She had seen a moment of weakness from Piper. There was only one explanation she could think of and she found it ridiculous to even think it. “Piper?” She said quietly but with a caring voice, “The Shambler - were you scared?” Piper seemed to shake her head at such a question before leaning back in her chair, ignoring the pool of piss she was sat in. At least she was still in good spirits. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a Shambler.” She chuckled, trying to play off what had just happened. “You think they’re big dumb brutes and sometimes they surprise you.” She took a deep breath and leant forward, making sure to avoid her wet trousers with her arms. “I’ve been dying for a piss for the last hour… I’ve been holding it in since you went out to do your business.” “You’re not the only one who got a surprise.” Admitted Annie. It was not with shame, but rather with confidence that she told Piper she had soiled herself. “I couldn’t go either. The device started going crazy while I was in the bushes.” Perhaps it was from the awkwardness of the situation, but Annie couldn’t help but chuckle. It had spiralled from awkwardness to hilarity. Annie found comfort in knowing that she was not the only one who had caved in to fear, or that she was the only one with a soiled pair of underwear. There was no reason to be ashamed, knowing Piper was in a similar situation. Knowing that it was not only her, it seemed to liven Piper’s spirits. “So that smell WAS you?” She said, a faint smile patching over her frown. “I was wondering where that smell was coming from. I thought that thing outside busted the other converter.” Annie shook her head, and with a renewed confidence, she admitted to her incident earlier. “Neither of the converters are busted.” She said, her cheeks growing rosy. “I… r-ripped a fart earlier before going outside.” Both girls looked at each other and just like that, the fear was gone. At first, Piper glared as if she was judging Annie, but then suddenly she started to laugh. Her giggles were infectious and soon after Annie too started to laugh. The laughter helped to lighten the mood and finally both girls felt somewhat comfortable about the awkward situation they had found themselves in. “Right, we should get changed, huh?” Piper said, putting a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “It’s starting to reek in here.” Annie nodded. Not only was the smell lifting but it was starting to get uncomfortable. “D-Do you mind if I get changed first?” She asked. “Go for it.” Piper nodded. She put a hand against her desk and lifted herself to her feet. A small rainfall of pee dribbled from her soaked trousers, landing in the puddle on the seat with a tinkling. “Should I go wait in the driver’s seat?” She asked, trying to mask the sound. “P-Please.” Annie said and trudged over to her footlocker. “D-Do you think we could have the radio on?” Piper leant over and flicked the switch of the radio. It crackled, bursting out with a hiss of static before tuning in to the evening channel. “And you’re back with Moonlight Quartet. Next up, we have the arrangements of Jodie Dunkirk and the Stars in the sky orchestra.” With the smooth sound of big band jazz playing through the radio, Annie waddled through the compartment and behind her desk. There was a small spot that would conceal her while she changed. She didn’t want Piper to see her, or the sorry state of her soiled underwear. Every step she took, she could feel the soft pat she had made thumping sloppily against her cheeks. It made a wet sound with every slap. Annie cringed. She still couldn’t believe it - a girl of nineteen and she’d shit herself. Once she was behind her desk, she undid her suspenders and let them fall down, around her boots. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced, catching a strong whiff of her own creation. Next, her knickers. Annie was dreading this part. She didn’t dare grab the waist for fear she would feel something more than just cotton. Instead, she grabbed the front of them and slowly pulled them down. “Are you not done yet?” Piper yelled over the music on the radio. “I need to get changed too, you know.” “I-I’ll be a minute.” Annie replied. She took a deep breath and thrust her knickers down around her boots. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but take a peek at the damage her white cottons had endured. The seat of her knickers were brown and nestled right in the rear was a large brown pat of mess. It had been flattened by Annie’s butt, now resembling a brown pancake that spread across the rear of them, soiling the clean white cotton. “P-Piper? Where’s the toilet paper?” Annie peered over her desk and asked. “Check the footlocker. It should be in there.” Annie got down on her knees and rooted through the footlocker. She found an old wrench, some screws and a suspiciously sticky copy of “Girls Und Tanks.” before finding a cardboard tube without even a scrap of toilet paper on it. “It’s empty.” Annie said, waving the cardboard tube. Piper peered over the back of her seat, brows furrowing when she saw the empty roll. “Goddammit, that was our last roll. Umm…” She scratched her chin, staring in thought. “Oh, rummage around in my footlocker - there should be a can of this old military-grade wash.” Sure enough, there was an olive-coloured can of something in Piper’s footlocker. It was rusted and the words were illegible. “Is this it?” Annie asked, waving the can up for Piper to see. “Yep.” She nodded. “Should do the trick… and hurry up, I feel like I’m stewing here…” She didn’t need much time to wash up, a quick rinse between the cheeks and down her thighs and that enough for Annie. She ignored the dampness and the rough, soapy feeling of the old military wash as it felt like her skin was drying up. Once that shameful affair was concluded, Annie reached back into the footlocker and pulled out a canvas sack. She unravelled the top and pulled out her spare clothes - a dark green pair of trousers and an old grey shirt. They were nothing fancy; an old pair of clothes Piper kept with her, but they no longer fit her. They were just the right fit for Annie though, so she was more than happy to take them. She threw on the grey shirt, pulled up the trousers and didn’t bother to button them up. It was more comfortable this way, without the button on the crotch pressing against her tummy. Dressed in her clean spares, Annie huffed a sigh of relief and fell back into her chair. The “bottled bath” had left her butt and thighs feeling a tad rough but Annie didn’t mind; it was still preferable to an uncomfortable cushion of mess resting against her butt. She spun her chair around, faced her desk and reached down to the crate of soda she kept beside it. There were only two bottles left. She took one, popped it open and took a sip. She leant back again and looked over to the compartment. “P-Piper, I’m finished.” “Alright.” Piper replied. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to her bed to get changed. Annie almost choked on her soda as Piper, completely free of anything but her boots and knickers, strolled past. She spun her chair around, watching her comrade walk toward the footlocker at the rear of the compartment. Her boots squelched with every step, clearly soaked through with piss. Her plain white knickers too, were thoroughly drenched, sagging from her waist. They were stained yellow and clinging to her crotch, matching the outline of her womanhood. Piper didn’t care one bit; it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed herself. She stood before her footlocker and kicked it. The box creaked and the top popped open. She pulled off her boots and threw them aside. Her feet were glistening with fresh streaks of piss. The long, thin streaks of piss that ran down her legs were starting to dry by the heat of the gas lamp. She rummaged around in her footlocker, throwing aside an old canvas sack and another pair of boots. “Goddammit.” Piper cursed, pulling out a spare pair of white underwear. “What’s up?” Annie asked, struggling to hide the tremble in her voice. She stared at Piper’s backside, wide-eyed, making sure to savour every moment. Piper huffed, slammed the footlocker shut with her foot and sat down on top of it. “Those were my spares, weren’t they…” She pointed to her soiled fatigues thrown over the back of the driver’s seat. “My other shirt and trousers are soaked in oil. I’ve got nothing to wear.” Annie had completely forgotten about that, and now she’d remembered that it was her fault Piper had gotten drenched. “Oh, r-right.” She said nothing more for fear of reigniting the frustration in Piper. “Do you want to wear my spares?” She offered, already she was pulling her arms out of her shirt. “I don’t mind.” Piper shook her head, but smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood back up and twirled the clean pair of knickers around her finger. Before Annie could say another word, Piper bent over, lifted her leg and put on her spare underwear. She grew still, cupping the glass of cola tighter. There was a lump in the back of her throat that kept her silent. She watched Piper pull her underwear up, almost salivating as her buttcheeks swallowed the cotton between them. The white cotton between her crack created a shapely divide between her cheeks. She pulled her thumbs out from the sides of them, letting the fabric slap against her thighs and jiggle her cheeks. There was that familiar tingle that left Annie shuddering. She straightened up and pressed the cold glass down against her crotch, shivering at the feeling. She couldn’t let Piper know that she was enjoying this. Peering lewdly at Piper was the one little pleasure that she would never share. Piper, paying no attention to Annie and her antics, strolled back to her seat and took her shirt off the back of it. “I didn’t piss on my shirt at least.” She brushed off a few specks, gave it a shake and slipped it on. “You’re just going to wear your shirt? Not even a pair of trousers?” Piper shrugged without a single shred of care. “It’s not like anybody else can see me. It’s just you.” She reached under her shirt and scratched beneath her breasts. Without a bra, her breasts jostled her shirt softly. “I’ll be fine like this for the night. It’s quite comfy actually.” Annie didn’t say anything, but her ladyhood certainly agreed with this choice of attire - Piper in nothing more than her knickers and a shirt. Annie’s lip quivered, she was close to drooling at the sight. For Piper, to be out of her wet clothes was a great feeling. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms and letting her loose shirt hang from her shoulders. Eager to get behind the wheel, She pressed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. “Right, let’s not stick around, let’s get back on the road and out of this god awful forest.” Together, they started the ignition and again Piper took the wheel. Annie sat down between the small corridor that separated the driver’s seat from the compartment and made herself comfortable. From there, she had the finest view in the whole world - Piper’s butt, the wedge of white cotton splitting her cheeks and those long, slender legs. She took a sip of her soda and grinned. Maybe tonight was not so bad, after all. The End
  14. 8 points
    Hope everyone's hanging in there. I'll have a new comic up this week that contains both wetting and messing, but it'll also include a version that only features the wetting and removes all traces of a #2 accident, so most of you should still be able to enjoy it if you decide to check it out!
  15. 8 points
    In her most humiliating public wetting accident yet, Sosha completely pees herself on a busy street corner as cars and pedestrians pass by. The setup here is a familiar situation for Sosha- She is at the mercy of her friend, who is supposed to be picking her up, but is running late. Desperate to pee, the only thing Sosha can do is try to hold on as she waits for her friend to arrive. The whole while she is on the phone with her friend, trying to get them to hurry up. We get to watch as Sosha struggles, in vain, against her bursting bladder. Despite her valiant efforts to fight the impending flood, resistance proves futile as she ends up completely soaking her pants, fully visible to everyone passing by. After wetting herself, she runs away to hide and swears to herself to never rely on her friend for a ride again.
  16. 8 points
    Cheers for all the positive feedback guys, I’ve got a lot more ideas for this that I wanna write up. I followed her to the cafeteria, though I kept safe distance-didn’t want to seem stalkerish. By the time I got there, she was sitting down on a bench, completely alone, her posture tense and uncomfortable-just seeing her like that, my mind was drawn back to the fact that she must be utterly bursting, of how much piss she must be trying to contain between those lithe, shapely legs. Inexplicably, she was sipping from a large glass of apple juice, I wondered why she’d be doing that-I mean, it couldn’t be good for her bladder. “Er…hi” I say awkwardly, I don’t what processed me to approach her, it just sort of felt right. She looked around furtively, probably afraid this was going to somehow be an extension of the teasing and bullying. In the past they had got guys to pretend to ask her out to ‘for a laugh’. Even at eighteen, when you’d think all of this childish stuff would abate, it still kept happening and unfortunately had even started to increase. “I saw what happened, that was a serious dick move” I had no idea what to say and I suddenly as though I had just jerked my foot straight into my mouth. “They do that all the time” She said, not looking at me and wriggling a little in her seat. Suddenly, images of her bursting flashed into my mind, they do it all the time, that must mean she ends up having to hang on a lot. “That sucks” (Safe to say I had no idea how to talk to girls, or guys, or sentient beings in general really.) “I never get to wee at school” She confirmed morosely. Now it was my turn to squirm in my seat, the thought of this (reasonably) attractive girl been utterly desperate all the time was….well, beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of. “Here, look” She stood up, in an uncomfortable motion that elicited a little groan from her. Her bladder was bulging against the tight waistband of her skirt, a great big bulging sphere of liquid, straining uncomfortably against the elastic of the skirt, like a balloon filling with urine. The skin around her bladder was getting tighter, against her washboard abs, it almost made her look pregnant-pregnant with piss-I suddenly thought. “It’s impressive you can last so long” I remarked, hoping I didn’t sound weird. I really had no idea why she was choosing to share this information with me, maybe she was lonely, or bored, or just grateful of some sympathetic to talk too. “You really think so? Guess, I get enough practice in, usually I don’t have time to pee in the mornings, so I get pretty full sometimes” I couldn’t believe she could hold so much, though I did feel rather sorry for her, having to be in discomfort for so long, having to hold your morning piss that long must be utterly unbearable. “You should be on one of those Japanese game shows” I smiled, she looked dumbfounded, obviously not having the faintest idea what I was talking about. “Maybe it’s not a good idea to drink all that juice though” I said, changing subject quickly- didn’t really want her inquiring about how I knew about such game shows or how aufait I was with Japanese subcultures-weabooism being punished by law in most British schools, even sometimes amongst the lower sections of the social pyramid. “I’m not gonna get dehydrated because of them” She refilled the juice from an adjacent pitcher and took a big defiant glug. That stream of apple juice sure did remind me of something, I’m sure it reminded her of something too. There was an incredibly awkward pause where several eons elapsed in the space of a few seconds. “Th-thanks for, you know, like, actually acknowledging I exist” She said shyly, sitting down tentatively, careful not to put any more pressure on her expanding piss tank. “People are just dicks sometimes, I guess” There wasn’t anything else I could immediately think of that would be consoling. “They shouldn’t make people pay to use the toilet, it’s cruel and stupid” She finished her apple juice and slammed the glass down hard. Evidently, she had a lot of stuff to vent and had been pent up for quite some time. “Wish Katie would get desperate for a change” “Maybe she’ll be stuck in traffic after downing a whole quart of mountain dew” I suggested smiling. Maybe we couldn’t actually do anything against the bullies for now, but we could talk about random and unlikely payback situations and that was enough to make her feel a little better, sometimes just talking can really help. She laughed a little. “Hopefully she’ll be stuck there for hours, with waterfall noises playing over the car stereo” “Yeah and when she finally arrives at her destination, the toilets locked an there’s not another one around for a hundred miles” She giggled. I really liked hearing her giggle, it was cute. “Ideally she’ll have also eaten an extra-large breakfast burrito and taken a dozen ex-lax capsules that morning too” Couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’ve got kind of a dark side haven’t you?” I asked, when we’d finished giggling. She smiled at e haughtily, her shy exterior cracking like aged terracotta glaze and a more confident, assertive girl shined through. Suddenly, Katie and her posse entered the cafeteria. I saw them just in my peripherals. She almost ducked under the table in fright. “Well, well, well” Katie drooled, a malicious playing on her lips “What’s going on here?”
  17. 7 points
    Hi everyone, Was at a hotel the other day so took some boxers that were too tight to wear everyday and thought I'd wet them. Then I thought I would take some pics and film it as I've never done that before. Hope you enjoy. P.S - This is the first time I've posted pics/vid of me wetting myself so please be kind with any comments. Thanks New video.mp4
  18. 7 points

    Cute Manga Wetting

    I wasn't sure where to post this, but I found this recently, I don't read Japanese, but you can generally get the idea Source: https://book.dmm.co.jp/detail/b165aisat01327/?utm_medium=dmm_affiliate&utm_source=afomlog-002
  19. 7 points
    Im so full. The upper half of my body feels as if it is floating, perched precariously on the tight, wobbling water balloon that is my bladder. My bladder. My poor over filled, swelling bladder. I caress it gently, at first, as I slide my hand under the buttoned, high-waist of my jeans. Cautiously, applying more and more pressure as I poke and palpate the firm ball between my hip bones. I stop. Cradling my lower abdomen. Feeling the pull on my clit, g spot, and bladder with each twitch of my kegel muscles straining to keep my urethra closed. Feeling the burning pressure just below and behind my clit almost all the way up to my navel. It’s been at least 10 hours since my last pee. I honesty can’t remember the last time I went. Before I had to go out yesterday evening at 5:45pm, and now it’s 2:40am. I’ve had a whiskey and coke, a beer, and 3 glasses of wine since I got home. I’m still sipping wine, watching Netflix, holding on. Another light press on my bladder reveals that the bloated organ has grown larger, and firmer. Distending my belly out even farther. I pour a large glass of water for myself. “TORTURE” immediately pops into my head in bright bold letters. I take a few large gulps and grimace as the cool liquid hits my insides. I sit back down and cross my legs. I resume my Netflix. I sip, and watch, and squirm, and edge as hold back the oceans worth of fluid in my bulging, aching bladder. I want to fill more and more and more. I want to hold on until I burst an uncontrollable spray piss.
  20. 7 points
    https://ourweirdlives.com/most-embarrassing-thing/ So, the writer of this experience did not intend it for kink purposes, but reading it definitely got me hot and bothered. I also like the idea that the writer shared it to make other people feel better about embarrassing things they've experienced and to acknowledge that we're all human and we've all gotta pee sometimes. That's something I like about omo (beyond the fact that I'm super turned on by it): it highlights that we all get embarrassed, and we all have these very human experiences where sometimes your body just betrays you a little.
  21. 7 points

    Biku's art

  22. 7 points

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    Sexy LIL B wets her terry cloth shorts in her car at the Burger King Drive Thru.

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  23. 7 points

    Rexone’s Art

    Her husband is still adamant on not letting her pee because she tried to pee earlier without his permission. Can she endure long enough to win his trust back or will her bladder let her down?
  24. 6 points
    For me, real life stories of desperation, leaks, accidents, and ect. are sometimes even better than first-hand experience. Hearing about it after the fact adds this realm of possibility and imagination to things, which in some cases ultimately amplifies the experience. There is also the suspense that comes along with it: that fervent wondering how it is going to turn out and what words, mannerisms, and emotions will be chosen to describe it. A good amount of my ‘experiences’ have been stories, related with varying levels of embarrassment and reluctance, from various friends online, to a few girls in high school, and of course a large bulk of them from ex-girlfriends. One of my favorites involved my ex desperate in the car with her mom, shortly after visiting me. It was a long-distance relationship and she was staying with family a couple hours out of town. We’d spent the day together, and since this was her last day in my state until her next vacation, we exchanged our sappy goodbyes before she left with her mom (my ex had recently turned 18 then,) and she spent every moment with me, not deigning to interrupt our goodbyes by visiting the toilet. She did not share my fetish, but she hated public bathrooms, so she was no stranger to holding her pee for long periods. There were, however, several things that made this time unique. First, she was drinking more fluids than usual (partially due to me lol.) On top of that, she had no idea how bad the 5 o’clock traffic was here, and then on top of all that, she was under the impression the drive was only 30 minutes without traffic. As it so happens, it’s closer to an hour IF you’re making good time. So pretty much from the get-go she’s gotta pee kinda bad, and due to the extra liquids, her bladder filled a lot faster than expected. About ten minutes into the ride, there was no ‘kinda’ about it – it was bad. Not about-to-burst bad, but bad enough so that she had to check with herself to make sure she could stay dry for 20 more minutes. Of course, she decided she could – she had a ‘bladder of iron’ after all. Well, it was a little less than 20 minutes later when she started to ‘get nervous.’ And to add some emphasis here, I have a myriad stories involving her desperate after this event, from leaks to full-blown accidents in public, but this was still somewhat early on in the relationship, so the worst desperation she’d experienced yet in the course of her young-adulthood were two occasions where she’d come super close to wetting her jeans in public --but even then, the first story she’d been saved by a very lucky maxi pad that had contained all the pee she’d lost, and for the second, although she pissed her panties a bit with friends nearby, she was close to a bathroom, so a visible accident had most likely been out of the question. This time, there was no bathroom within reach, and she had no protection other than some thin, beige microfiber boyshorts. Any leakage that made it beyond those would go straight to the crotch of her tight blue jeans, meaning she wouldn’t be able to hide even a small accident from her mom (or from anybody else at her family’s house.) And now, for the first time since meeting me, she was actually unsure about her ability to hold it. I asked her about it, and she told me that her legs were crossed extremely tightly and had been for some time. She asked her mom how far away they were, and the news was not good. About 10 minutes later, her leg started to bounce up and down, still crossed, all despite her attempts to hide how badly she had to go from her mother. Shortly after that, she removed her jacket and placed it across her lap so she could stealthily slip a hand between her legs. She said at this point her bladder was actually aching from how badly she had to go, which was a dialed down version of a feeling she’d only related to me once prior -- shortly before she had to run to the toilet during a private hold to keep from peeing her pjs in the middle of her kitchen (which was the closest she'd come to a private accident yet.) Around this point she started to squirm ‘majorly,’ likely because she was too shy to tell her mom she couldn’t make it home, but needed her to notice so they could pull over. During this time she apparently thought back to what clothes she had brought with her, and tried to remember if she had a clean pair of panties if the worst happened. or if she’d have to do laundry. Thankfully for my ex, her mom did notice and headed for the nearest exit after realizing how dire the situation was. I asked her what she had thought was going to happen to the panties and she told me ‘at least a large leak.’ And a large leak it was. While pulling into the Mc.Donald's, she apparently underwent some involuntary dribbling (likely some before that as well.) Upon stepping out of the van, she attempted to walk casually, to keep any signs that she was about to burst to herself, like usual, but she caved and started to speedwalk before she even finished crossing the street. Before getting into the Mc.Donald's, she actually lost control and started peeing for a quick second –not enough to wet her pants, but it apparently soaked her panties quite badly. At this point, she was practically running through the restaurant, her underwear soaked and potential witnesses all around her. She barged into the bathroom and used a hand the moment she realized nobody else was in there to see. She danced to the nearest stall and had to tightly cross her legs while unbuttoning her jeans to keep herself from full—force peeing down her legs. She ripped down her bottoms and made it just in the nick of time. She managed to evade a full-scale accident, but when she pulled her panties back up, she could feel the wetness against damp skin, as she'd lost quite a bit of pee into them. She never commented on whether or not her pants got wet, since at the time she had a slightly inflated idea of what panties can hold and had likely not thought to check, but I’d imagine at least a few drops overflowed from her semi-hydrophobic boyshorts during her spurt, and that the bottom most portion of her panties had likely dampened her crotch-butt area to the point of darkening the denim, even if only a bit. This is one of my favorite stories involving her. One of her closest calls, though replaced by plenty of other experiences in the coming years of our relationship. I’m happy to share more like this if people are interested in hearing them. Also, share some of your own stories as well, favorites that’s you’ve heard from others, whether big or small. One’s that stand out to you.
  25. 6 points
    So I've been reading all these stories and I decided to add one of my own from January. I am absolutely, completely addicted the Zero Sugar variety of Monster Energy Drink. I will occasionally just drink two of these bad boys, the 24 fl oz (709 mL according to Google) over the course of a couple hours. Granted all that caffeine probably isn't the best for me, but, hey, at least it's the no sugar version. I think if I liked the original variety I'd be on my deathbed by now but that's beside the point. All that liquid has gotten me into trouble a couple of times. Once, I had to get up far too early in the morning to drive nearly 300 miles. The whole trip would take 5 or so hours. I am not a morning person, so before I hit the road I stopped to fill up my gas tank, and to grab a couple bottles of Monster for the trip. If you've never driven on any of the interstates in America, once you're on them, it's just a matter of watching your speed and driving in an almost straight line, so it's pretty simple. It can get monotonous, though, so I wanted to make sure I was prepared for the day's journey and not falling asleep at the wheel. I downed both the cans within the first 90 or so minutes, and didn't think about the consequences much. It was about 10 miles past a rest plaza an hour later when I realized I had to pee. That's just my luck, it seems, and I'm so used to doing this drive I knew I'd be coming up on the next one in about 45 minutes. So I just refocused on the radio, kept my eyes ahead, and tried to ignore it. By the time I was coming up on the plaza, I really had to go, and I could feel every gulp of both cans I'd had making their way through my system. Once the rest stop finally came into view, all I could see were the flashing lights of emergency vehicles. An 18 wheeler had jackknifed at the bottom of the exit and rolled, making it impossible to access the rest stop. Huge ropes were strung across both sides, and I could see that the entire place had been emptied out and closed down. There was no way I could get to the bathroom there. So I just continued on, my stomach sinking when I saw the sign "NEXT SERVICE STATION - 65 MILES" but I still thought I could make it. 30 minutes later I realized there was absolutely no way I was getting to that service station. I was squeezing my legs together any time I could use cruise control, cursing myself for wearing jeans that were too tight to be able to hold myself. I knew I'd have to jump out of the car and go and pee along the side of the road, but I couldn't find an emergency shoulder for miles. Any time it was safe I was desperately scanning for a place to jump the guard rail and piss behind a bush or something, but I could never find it. After 10 minutes of agitated searching, and clenching as I felt the first few drips slide into my panties, I finally found an emergency pull-off and tore off the main road onto it. There was a huge field next to it with no cover. My original plan was to get out, run over to the slightly more hidden passenger side, open the back door for some extra privacy, and squat behind it with one of the empty Monster cans. As soon as I opened the driver's side door I realized that wasn't happening. The winter air made my bladder contract, and I lost another squirt of liquid into my underwear. I raced around the front of the car to the passenger side, and danced from side to side while I opened the passenger door. I managed to get my jeans off, not without another huge jet saturating my panties, squatted down by the inner frame of the car in an attempt to hide my ass from the main road, and finally let go. At first my pee sprayed everywhere and actually managed to end up on the back of my legs. With difficulty, I managed to control the stream so it didn't end up all over my clothes, and I Just went. It took forever to empty my bladder, and all the while I was swearing to myself. My pussy being exposed to the frigid air heightened every feeling, so I still remember how it felt to finally let go. It was the loudest hiss I've ever managed to make and it steamed up as it hit the pavement. The relief was just incredible. Once I finished pissing I dug around in the glove compartment for a napkin to clean myself with, stuffed another one into my wet panties so I wouldn't have to sit directly in my cooling piss, pulled on my clothes and just continued on driving. I'm still new to writing stories around here, so I hope some people like it! I have so many stories I'd love to tell about my love for caffeine getting me into trouble. Maybe one day I'll type a bunch up.
  26. 6 points

    Tied Girl Pees Her Jeans

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  27. 6 points
    Hi I am addicted to watching silly videos on tiktok and found this, I thought my amigos on here may enjoy! 0c2dd857e93162ee741b96f1522910ee.mp4
  28. 6 points

    Big Hero Humilaton

    My love of cartoon girls continues with Go Go from Big Hero 6. Another pretty simple and short story, I hope to get a longer one done here soon. Warning for messing, Hope you like it. Also any feedback is appreciated. The city of San Fransokyo was always alive at night. Neon lights lit up the sky, almost giving the illusion of the sun. The streets were crowded with people, shopping, eating or just simply having a night out. On the surface, the city seemed to be a radiant place for fun and entertainment, but below the surface, it was a completely different story. San Fransokyo had a huge crime problem. It wasn't just simple robberies and stick ups, it was deeper and worse than that. Gangs controlled the back alleys, hosting illegal robot fights and betting dirty money. Some criminals even rose above that, taking on supervillain status and terrorizing the good people of the city far beyond any organized crime. However not everyone who lurked in the shadows at night had ill intentions for the innocent. One of those good people was Go Go Tomago. While most women her age were out shopping or giggling about boys, Go Go was zooming through the back alleys of the city looking for trouble. Go Go was one of the city's few superheroines. Though she detested the title, she certainly looked the part. Even though she was short she had a strong, physical figure and a vulopuish rear. She wore a skintight black bodysuit with red lining which really showed off how powerful her lower half was. To top it off she had shiny yellow armor protecting her chest and arms, all sleek to make her more aerodynamic. She also wore a helmet made of the same material, with a tinted visor to hide her identity. What topped her whole outfit off was what made her a superheroine. Connected to her metal boots was a set of magnetic discs which allowed her to speed through the city as if she was on rocket power rollerblades. She also had a second set attached to her arms that she would toss like frisbees or use a shield from attackers. And Go Go was looking to use this suit, which while some of it was her own invention,was mostly created by the young super genius, Hiro Hamada. Normally she would fight alongside this genius and four of her friends to form the team known as Big Hero 6. Go Go however felt she was a cut above the rest of her teammates, not that she would tell them that, and loved to go out and patrol the city on her own. Speeding through her city, Go Go looked in every corner, looking for some goon to take down. She had already thwarted a few purse thieves and one car jacking, but Go Go wanted to stop something a little more challenging. It wasn’t that fun to just sock someone in the chin and call it a day, no matter how good it felt. Plus, anyone could stop petty crime, and Go Go wasn't just anybody. Just as she was about to call it quits and head home, the heroine heard the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from a warehouse she had just zipped by moments ago. Now, the sound of glass breaking didn’t necessarily mean a breaking and entering was occuring, but in Go Go’s experience, nine times out of ten, it did. She slowed down and turned right around, making a beeline for the warehouse. As she came back up on the large metal building, she saw a white van that she missed before, pulled up to the side of the building. Go Go smirked a little beneath her helmet. It looked like she was finally gonna get her wish. She slowly began circling the warehouse, trying to find the intruders point of entrance. At first, she couldn’t locate any windows on the building, but on her third time around, she looked up at the roof, and the extended fire exit leading up to it. She climbed up to the roof, and her suspicions were confirmed, one of the many glass panels used to light in the warehouse during the day, was smashed open, with a rope leading down into the building. Before she could even look down the shattered ceiling, she heard something else. The sound of one the docking bay doors being opened, followed by the sound of a car coming to life. Go Go zipped back to the edge of the building, seeing the white van driving around to the front and pulled into one of the docks below. “Dang it.” She mumbled under her breath. “Too slow.” She quickly made her way back down the fire escape, and slowly rolled her way over to the open loading dock, careful to try and stay out of sight. As she peered into the warehouse, she could see three goons, wearing black ski masks over their faces. Two of them were opening up crates with crowbars and the other was lifting goods into the back of their van. Go Go grinned to the goons. This wasn’t going to be the challenge she was hopping for, but she still could belive how stupid these guys where acting. The heroine stretched her legs a bit and then zoomed into action. First she shot toward the goon caring goods, and knocked him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs. He smashed into the floor, with all that he was caring smashing into him, making a loud crash ring through the warehouse. The other two goons quickly turned to see what happened only for their faces to be met with yellow spinning discs, knocking a few teeth out before they fell to the ground with a groan. Go Go snickered as one of the two goons tried to stand up, reaching for his crowbar. She swiftly threw another one of her disks at the man's hand, striking it with a lough crack. The goon shouted out in pain, and grabbed his now broken wrist, trying to sooth the pain. “Stop whining, and woman up.” Go Go taunted the man. “You wimps never stood a chance against me. You think someone wouldn’t notice you?” To Go Go’s surprise, the man actually let out a chuckle. “Look who's talking, dumbass. You think we didn’t notice your fatass circle this building over and over just to find an entrance point?” “W-What!?” Go Go stammered as she took a step back. “Then why did you stay? You’re clearly outmatched, you could have just left and avoided me kicking your butt!” “Because we called for backup, you cocky bitch.” Shouted the man, who now smiled with glee. Almost as if on cue, Go Go heard the sound of cars pulling up with screech. She turned only two be momentarily blinded by two pairs of headlights, coming from two new vans. The back of each van popped open and more masked goons came out, but this time, they all looked ready for a fight. Some of them had metal pipes, others ignited their stun sticks, electric energy sparking off them. Soon Go Go found herself surrounded by at least a dozen fresh thugs. “Y-You think you can take me!?” Gogo ready herself into a fighting position. “I’m not scared of you! Bring it!” The goons grinned at the comment and moved in. Go Go dodged a flurry of bats and pipes, unable to retaliate. One of the goons lunged at her with his stun stick and jabbed her in the abdomen with it. An electric surge shot through her body and Go Go let out a piercing shriek. She stumbled back and then, so taken back from the electric shock, took a swing from a lead pipe across her head, then a crack of a bat across her chest and then a fist right back into her abdomen. Despite taking all these hits, Go Go was still able to stay standing, mostly due to her armor, but also due to her own personal training and will power. But Go Go didn’t have time to admire her own will power any more, as she immediately was stuck again. A metal back smashed across her helmet, destroying her visor, revealing her face and knocking her into the cold concrete floor. Go Go felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, she felt terrified. As she laid prone on the ground she couldn't find the will to get back up. Though she didn't want to admit it she was clearly in over her head. As the goons approached her she could feel her whole body shaking in fear. “P-please! Stop! ! Y-you beat me, alright! I-I-I won’t tell anyone I promise! Just let me go!” Go Go pleaded, raising her trembling hands up in defence of any oncoming attacks. Before the men could even respond to her pleas they could help from breaking out into laughter. At first Go Go was confused but then she felt it. A wet warm sensation started to spread around Go go’s rear and as the young woman looked down she saw her tight black spandex suit beginning to turn a darker shade of black. The black haired woman tried to stop herself but it was already too late. Her urine had already soaked her skimpy panties and was even flooding out of her tights. Go Go’s eyes began to swell up with tears as she saw a large yellow puddle growing from beneath her. Go Go’s cheeks burned a crimson red. She tried to say something or even just move but her body was overwhelmed with the feelings of humiliation and terror. She hadn't wet herself in years and now her bladder just gave up all due to some lowly crooks. Go Go wanted nothing more than to just disappear or run but that wasn’t going to be an option for her. Once the goons stopped laughing hysterically at Go Go’s pathetic bodily reaction they proceeded to close in around her. “You talked all that shit but this is who really are, isn't it?” sneered one of the goons she initially beat, holding a crowbar in his grip with malice intent. “Just a little girl soaking yourself with your own piss. Well you’re right about one thing, you’re not gonna tell anybody about what you saw tonight” The man raised his bar up with a smirk, grinning down at the shaking woman. Instinctively Go Go’s body, terrified, tried to urinate more, there was none left in her. Instead her body let out loud gassy noise as she rolled out of the way of the bat, just barely dodging the strike, landing on all fours. Altered by the humiliating noise her rear just made, Go Go tried to control herself this time, clenching her cheeks as hard as she could trying to avoid further humiliation, but her body had different plans for her. Within seconds a rather large log of waste slid its way into the women's pants, tenting her spandex in a painfully obvious way. Another wave of laughter erupted from the goons. At this moment, Go Go was fully bawling, unable to fully comprehend the mix of fear and humiliation she was experiencing, which was only made worse as another log of crap pushed itself into her suit with little resistance. Slowly she turned her spandex clad rear brown and lumpy with waste, as each log that came out slowly pressed together into a large enough mess to cover nearly every inch of her already large bottom. “Did you really just shit yourself? Jeez, lady, maybe it’s you who needs to woman up.” The goon waved his hand in front of his nose. “And what the hell are you eating? This is disgusting.” The man poked her rear with his crowbar, pushing her growing mess down her thigh. “I think it’s time to finally end this masquerade of heroism.” The man aimed his weapon at Go Go's head and wound up his swing. Go Go tried to prepare to dodge but the large amount of crap set her off balance and she simply ended up landing on her butt, causing more discomfort and humiliation. All she could do was let out a shriek of terror. But before the swing could connect the sound of sirens filled the warehouse and the walls began to flash red and blue. “Shit! It's the cops, let's go!” Shouted one of the men loudly as the rest cursed in unison all, of them making a break for their vehicles. Within seconds the pathetic smelly heroine went from the thug's top priority to the last thing on their minds. They moved so quickly Go Go barely had time to take it all in, but she knew she had an opening. She had already humiliated herself in front of a dozen goons.The last thing she needed was for the law enforcement to question her with pants full of crap and urine dripping down her leg. Go Go forced herself to stop crying long enough to make sure her blades were intact enough to move and quickly rolled out of the warehouse, blasting past a few surprised police officers as she went. She could only hope they didn't make a connection between her and the large urine puddle in their investigation. Keeping to the darkest alleyways she could, the young heroine tried to keep away from public view as she knew her mess and stain would be impossible to hide. As she sped her way to her apartment, she could feel the mushy legs of crap slowly slide down her leg with every moment. The feeling was embarrassing. It was hard for her not to break out in tears again. She didn't even know where to begin with what just happened to her. It all felt surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare. She had never felt so pathetic, so powerless in her life, but here she was. Maybe the worst part about it was just how damaged her suit was. It was far beyond her fixing capabilities, but she couldn't take her shit stained spandex to its young creator for repairs and keep what little pride she had left. But that was an issue for tomorrow. Right now, Go Go needed a shower. A long hot shower.
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  30. 6 points

    Wetting tight shorts

    Had these old gray and white shorts laying around, so why not this vido.mp4 Sorry if you can't see much, i was really desperate this time and wasn't able to set up the best camera angle before i started leaking ^^;
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    Staged Female Desperation

    No, but you certainly win the award "Archaeologist of the month" on omorashi.org.
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    So after a really long meeting spent fidgeting and squirming relief seemed neat. I raced to the men’s room to meet a cleaning team doing hourly disinfecting related to outbreak. I race to another floor making it but leaking a bit. Luckily navy pants kinda concealed. Boxers tell the story though. buying pull-ups after work. Took some pics from stall. (Cubicle for my euro friends)
  34. 5 points

    The night shift

    Gaby is a 21 year old college student who works part time in a fast food restaurant, she has long flowing brown hair with blue eyes and a slender figure to boot, she wore her uniform which consisted of a t shirt with the logo of her employer a pair of black skinny jeans underneath were her favourite pair of white briefs with a pink bow on them with ankle socks and black shoes. Today had been extremely busy for Gaby as not only did she have a lot of classes but work too and on top of that, she hadn't been to the toilet since she woke up at 9am, it was now 9pm and her bladder was filled to the brim. "You ready to clock out Gaby?" Her store manager asked. "Yea busy day huh?" Gaby said and it had been very busy her till alone held just over £450. As Gaby counts her till she crosses her legs tightly trying as hard as she can to hold it until she can make it to her boyfriend's place and use a clean toilet. After 15 minutes of agony, Gaby was finally let out and patted herself on the back for how long she'd been holding it, normally she'd go at the first urge but because of her busy day she had no choice but to hold it. The wind was cold against her skin and her hands were glued to her crotch, she was determined not to let her water become a waterfall, but the more she walked the more aroused she felt, suddenly a dirty thought poped into her head. *let go?* She thought to herself and she stopped moving, her bladder was too full, Gaby squeezed her legs and clenched her hands as hard as she could as she felt a desperate wave wash over her she closes her eyes trying to get her legs to move but they wouldn't. Suddenly her head looks to the stars and a loud moan leaves her lips as her pee explodes into her briefs soaking them in an instant her pee then hits the fabric of her jeans warming up her crotch then legs as it runs down then creating a big puddle on the pavement. Even though it was only minutes to Gaby it felt like hours as she felt every drop leave her system, she let a hand go down into her jeans and her body shivers in delight wanting more but soon her stream stopped, she breaths heavily with the weight loss on her abdomen and races to her boyfriend's place ready for a frisky night.
  35. 5 points
    View File Punishment when caught masturbating This is a part cutted of only wetting panty of video. The rest are sex scene. If you are interest on watching full video, link here: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e7e503227b26 Submitter ero9007 Submitted 03/28/2020 Category Female  
  36. 5 points
    AN: This is a fictional story based off a real life event. Yes i did see a desperate boy on the tube and yes he did leak in his jeans. Trust me, im as shocked as you lot are. The rest is fictional xo It was late January, and I had travelled to London for a concert. I had gone alone because none of my friends had wanted to see the band, but I still wanted to go and since there’s nothing like the comradery of a crowd, I bought a ticket. The day had gone off without a hitch and the concert was beautifully memorable, but it was the journey back to my hotel that night became interesting. I had left the concert before 10, which is rare usually for a concert but fortunately this one was an early start, early finish affair. I strolled my way through the streets of Central London enjoying the unusual hustle and bustle I don’t usually get to experience in my hometown, towards the tube station. I swept through the station, clunking through the barriers and being smacked in the face by the stale hot air being pushed through the tunnels as I gradually descended the escalators. I saw a tube pull up to the platform and rather than running for it at the last second, I decided to wait the painfully long time of two whole minutes for the next one. This would turn out to be the best decision I made that day. The next tube screeched up alongside the platform and I made my way on and was lucky enough to be able to sit down. Just as the warning beeps were sounding a group of three people rushed onto the tube as the doors closed behind them. There was two boys and one girl. I couldn’t tell you what the girl looked like, or one of the boys for that matter. My attention was very much somewhere else. The second boy in the group looked… uncomfortable. He was stood with the other guy and the girl standing around holding onto a pole in the doorway. I watched and listened for a few minutes and I managed to gather a little bit of context to the situation. I didn’t know their names but for the sake of this story I will refer to the girl as Amy, the boy as James and Mr Uncomfortable as Matt. So, it appears that Amy and James were friends and they lived together somewhere in central London. All three of them had been out for the day and it was almost painfully obvious that Matt was trying to impress Amy. It was almost funny to imagine that all day he had followed her around like a little puppy dog in the hopes that he might just have a chance. Don’t get me wrong he was a pretty good-looking boy, just under 6-foot-tall, little bit of muscle and a lovely tan, unusual for England. But Amy seemed to have placed him safely in the friendzone. I looked him up and down as I sat there listening. He had dressed to impress. He was wearing probably his nicest pair of blue jeans, a red polo and a nice grey jacket. I know this seems a bit creepy on my behalf but I’m getting around to why I was so intrigued. He stood stiff as a board. His middle was slightly bent, and his legs were rigid while his hand gripped onto the pole for dear life. My head was swimming ‘what if he really has to pee’ I remember sitting there thinking this was all wishful thinking. At the end of the day this was the culmination of my wildest dreams and it all just seemed to good to be true. Tube stations passed and Matt and Amy kept talking. I’m certain he would’ve stood there all night following her around just to be close to her for a few more moments. But his answers started to get more forced and shorter and his expression became more pained. That was the moment. Amy turned to Matt and said “I’ve had a really good day. I take it you’re coming back to ours for a bit?” I looked Matt right in the face, and I saw the pain. It was almost in slow motion watching him calculate the pro’s and con’s of staying or leaving. He tipped his head “Yeah I might meet up with you later, I’m getting off at the next stop” Everything about him made me think he was struggling with something and I kept wishing for him to be bursting to pee but every part of me kept saying it was too good to be true. Amy looked back confused “Why”. “I really need the loo”. BINGO I sat straight up in my seat. I was right. Oh, God, I was right okay here he is desperate stuck on a tube. I looked again and saw that both Amy and James were playing on their phones and making some kind of small talk, but Matt didn’t look like he could move. Every inch of his body was held squeezed tight, now very obviously trying to hold back his desperately full bladder in front of the girl that he was so clearly into. Every now and then it looked as though he went to reach down to his crotch. I imagined how desperate he must have been, his bladder pulsing. I thought of him waiting all day, not nipping off to the toilet, putting it off in the hope of stealing just a few extra moments with Amy, maybe to embarrassed to admit he needed to take a break. Scenarios swirled in my head. In that moment I don’t know what it was, but I looked up from my thoughts and caught eye contact with Matt. He was bright red. He looked like he was straining hard. I let my gaze slip back down. Oh my god he was leaking. A small and slow darker blue trail was making its way down his right leg. He looked at me again, he knew I had seen. Suddenly, a more forceful, urgent gush flew down the same leg. This time he shifted. I think he had to otherwise he would’ve completely soaked himself right there. I had started to shift slightly in my seat from arousal I imagined his bladder pulsing heavily with white hot agony in every ripple of desperation and every jolt from the bumpy train tracks. I could see the pain of the fullness but also the desperation of not embarrassing himself in front of Amy. He pinched his crotch. I was ecstatic. Before I knew it, the tube was pulling into station. Matt couldn’t really say much at this point. I wondered how he was even going to be able to move without soaking himself. He said the most hurried goodbye and flew off the tube as soon as the doors opened. So, I followed. This sounds endlessly creepy but as a 22-year-old woman with a desperation and wetting fetish my dreams were coming true right before my eyes of seeing an adult male have an accident in real life, I couldn’t help myself but see where this would end. He stood still again on the escalator probably trying to regain some kind of control after flinging himself off the tube moments earlier. My mind was racing with arousal, I let the potential scenarios run circles round my mind and I couldn’t help but wonder where he was aiming to get to, to finally release his aching bladder. We left the tube station and he started walking stiffly, in a very ‘I really need a wee and I’m trying very hard to hold it in and look normal’ kind of way. He was walking tightly to the edges of the buildings; I presume so that if he reached that point of desperation, he could use them for balance. I kept envisioning being involved in the scenario, being stood next to him whispering words of encouragement as waves of desperation bombarded his bladder, hearing the desperate gasps and whines of pee forcing its way out, placing my hand over his throbbing crotch feeling the fresh blooms of heat with each leak. Okay I’m getting to carried away. The further he walked away from the station, the thinner the crowds were getting around us and there was still nowhere to pee. Without any warning he stopped dead in his tracks, tucked his back into a doorway and snapped his legs tight crossed together. He stood straight up and clenched every muscle he had; I don’t even think he let himself breathe. It looked as though he was trying to rise his own body up maybe in the hope that it would keep his urine from travelling down. He couldn’t stop it. The glistening leaks on his jeans lit up under the streetlights in this dark doorway in the city, they turned into a cascade of steaming hot shining pee. I’ve never seen anything like it. He was soaking himself completely and totally letting everything out. It was rushing out of him; his eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily torn between breathing for the relief of finally emptying his full sore bladder and recovering from the effort of trying to hold in an inhuman amount of pee. His jeans were saturated, and the pee kept streaming down the front of them. I watched him shiver and start to grow hard in his jeans. God, I bet he felt good. I flipping felt good, I was getting too carried away watching as he relieved himself. As he was finishing what looked like the best pee of his life, he raised his head, opened his eyes and caught me stood right there watching.
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    I accepted the dare posed by @Atrix the other day. I made sure to get real full before letting loose in my bedroom. I thought my roommate was asleep, which made me nervous when I heard shuffling feet downstairs as I soaked myself!

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    Bikini / Swimsuit wetting

    lifeguard.mp4 edit - idk how to make it so that only a file pops up and not a video implemented in the comment
  39. 5 points

    Is my secret out?

    AS is suggested in the fiction itself i am stuck in isolation, like many others. i had some time on my hands so decided to write something, hopefully it'll be enjoyed. In my usual style the looks of the protagonist have been left to your imagination, everyone's tastes are different after all. Anyway, i hop you enjoy and should be a desire i have left scope for a follow up. Enjoy! I’m stuck in quarantine, have been for nearly seven days now. Stuck. Trapped within the same four walls day after day, I’m not allowed out, nobody is allowed in and to ensure we all follow the rules, police make spot checks to ensure the law is being followed. Up until now I’ve been a good girl, I’ve spent my days watching TV, sorting through clothes, reading books, you know the usual sort of thing. I haven’t even indulged myself once. Well there was Tuesday morning, I would say you certainly indulged, I think its hard to forget wetting your panties and playing with yourself whilst watching videos of others in a similar predicament as a mere accident. Shut up. Besides I’m a grown woman I can spend my time how I choose, why is it my annoying inner voice never shuts up? It was a pleasant Friday morning. The sun was shining outside, and it was a rather comfortable twelve degrees centigrade, I had a late start this morning as I slept in until after eleven AM, but I guess I have little better to do these days. Nonetheless, I roused myself from the inviting comforts of my fleece lined duvet and proceeded to greet the world. Usually I wear little more than underwear for bed, but it was particularly chilly last night so I donned a pair of pink fluffy pyjamas with a frolicking sheep print. I find them adorable. Underneath I had relinquished my bra (who wears a bra to bed, crazy people) so it was just an old and slightly embarrassing pair of rather large but extremely comfortable grey bikini cut panties. Not the kind of thing you’d wear for your husband or boyfriend lets put it that way, but nonetheless an old favourite. I hopped out of bed, drew my curtains and peered out my blinds into the world below. Its only a small town but at this time of the day its usually a hive of activity; stores having deliveries, people with their dogs roaming the streets, children playing or waiting for their school bus, neighbours pottering in their garden, but these days nothing is quite so simple. The street itself is ambiguous, some would describe it as affluent with a middle-class ring to it, others would say it’s a working-class area that has done well for itself. All the homes are semidetached, each with our own private gardens and off-street parking. The home opposite mine has been whitewashed, meaning on a day like today the sunlight gleams of its surface, its quite beautiful in its own way. Being in the countryside its also peaceful, safe and with pleasant views over the fields and towards the hills where local farmers keep their pigs and sheep. It is very much a small, close knit community where everyone knows everyone else, there are very few secrets. I trundled downstairs, unlocked my front door and took a deep breath of fresh English air. Every morning I do the same thing and it never grows tiresome, there is something about English air that I believe is unique. It is truly invigorating. It had been recycling bin day the night before and as usual the council operatives had left it in the usual clumsy way, so I retrieved it and tied it back up in my front yard, getting past my car on the driveway was a tight squeeze, hope I didn’t scratch it! After retrieving my bin, I took in one last lungful of English air and proceeded back inside, locked my door and once again I was alone with my thoughts. Last evening, I was chatting with a friend of mine, she is in a similar position as me, quarantined, cut off and totally alone. During which, hidden amongst the usual chit chat and general gossip, she confided that since she had been isolated she was spending more time than ever masturbating, understandable I suppose, she always did have a substantial appetite in that area and with no man around, sometimes you have to do what’s necessary. Nevertheless, to hear her say so got me excited and my panties became a little wet, the words were replaying in my mind through most of the night and my dreams through the night followed a similar pattern. Suffice to say, as I woke up this morning, I was tearing at the reins so to speak. Whilst alone and totally cut off with nothing better to do, it is quite tricky to supress naughty thoughts. I had spent quite a reserve of energy through the week doing just that. Tuesday was a one off, I like to deny myself the reality and convince my subconscious it was a genuine accident that anyone, particularly a weak little girl might suffer but I think we both know the truth In the matter. It all started after I was reading a rather entertaining book, the book itself is largely unimportant but there was a passage within its pages, when an attractive, thirty something female is desperate for the bathroom. Reading how she was squirming, bouncing up and down, intertwined with vocal protests that she was going to wet herself was too much for me. In the book itself, the passage ends with her safely ensconced in a bathroom, but in my own mind her damp panties reminded her throughout the day, what a foolish girl she had been. It was far too much for me. I dropped my book and very consciously became aware of my aching bladder. I waddled upstairs, keeping my legs as tight together as possible to stop any leaks, quite simply these clothes were not the right ones for the job. They were dark in colour, light in material and totally unsuitable. When I wet myself, I like a light coloured material so I can see what a mess I have made of myself and a heavier material, so it soaks up more of my humiliation and I can feel it heavy against my skin for longer. I stripped out of my normal outfit and began to pick out a naughty playtime outfit. My top was irrelevant, I like my breasts readily available and easy to get a hold off. I selected a pair of heavy grey jogger bottoms, very boring I know but when warm pee is gushing down the legs and I can see it spreading to all corners, it becomes a very clear choice and one I often make. Panties are a trickier choice. Again, I want something light in colour but choosing a colour is easier said than done. I wasn’t keen on going grey and gey, so I picked out a pair of purple bikini panties which are mega comfortable and seriously cute to boot. I love the frilled edges along the waist, and which curve their way around my ample bottom, not one drop is wasted with these and they have a cute little bow in the middle too. Outfit selected I checked myself in a full body mirror, all seemed good. I didn’t push, I just gently let my defences drop and before long I could feel a warmth against my lips. It was slow and very steady, I looked down and the merest hint of wetness was showing under my crotch area. I put my defences back up and after one or two dribbles I was in control again. I had stopped to inspect and admire the damage, at this point it wasn’t much but if I was in a public place it would be quite clear to see that, at the very least I had had a small accident. Around my crotch there was a wet spot protruding from the middle to maybe a couple inches either side, when I crossed my legs, I could feel a gentle warm wetness against my thighs. I think my bum was wet too; I could certainly feel a little something, but nothing showed in the mirror. Even when I lowered my bottoms to view my panties, I could see nothing at the back. At the front however the cotton had done its’s job nicely and presented a lovely wet patch against my pussy, I could feel my feminine juices making things a little sticky down their too. I raised my bottoms and pulled them well over my waist, in the mirror I could see the faintest outline of my pussy at the front which just turned me on even more and round the back I had a huge VPL, I could see every contour of my underwear. In the heat of the moment I had a fantasy about going out into the street like this. Imagine all the people looking at me in my humiliating state, pee stain around the crotch, pussy on view and a huge VPL to anyone viewing from behind, it was driving me crazy. I let my defences down again and a stronger steady stream surged forth. At one stage I could feel almost a puddle forming in my panties, as if my panties were determined to contain the accident to save my further humiliation, but it was a lost cause. Pee began spreading across my crotch and gently trickling down my legs. My bottoms were very tight, so there was no hiding from the small river of shame escaping down my legs and exiting onto my exposed feet. As the stream continued, I grabbed the waist of my bottoms and yanked them upwards and a wave of pee splashed froth with some vigour. I rubbed my fingers against my throbbing pussy and felt a wave of bliss wash over me, I let out a shrill moan. I examined myself in the mirror and upon the view I was presented with I let out another moan. My grey bottoms were now soaked. The stain of a small, innocent accident had expanded into something altogether very different. The inside of my legs had become a dark, saggy grey colour. The weight of my garment had increased many folds through the amount of pee it had absorbed. Round the back the patch had expanded above the gusset of my panties, which was plain to see to anyone stood behind me. Upon inspection my panties were dripping wet, in more ways than one, the contrast between wet and dry was clear and obvious, no hiding your shame in purple panties, that’s why I love the colour purple. I played around with my hands for a time. I repeatedly pulled my panties into my lips to feel the wetness against my most intimate area, the sensation was almost too much for me and I was becoming weaker in my resistance against the forces of pleasure. I took great pleasure in what I saw round the rear, it can sound strange but I’ve always admired my bottom, I feel curves and size complement each other very well and so the way my pee stain wraps around my derriere for me, is a spectacular site. My panties often struggle to contain my bottom on most occasions but the way I was manipulating them today, I think they had given up the fight. Some of the material had disappeared inside my bottom and was hidden by a smooth, slightly damp cheek. For a moment of two I enjoyed the feeling of the wetness inside my bottom, but before long I had reset my panties to their correct position. I could still feel a slight ache in my bladder, so I pushed quite hard. My bottoms were around my ankles and watching myself in the mirror I saw a spurt of pee escape my pussy and splash into my bottoms below. That spurt became a strong but small torrent. I rubbed my hand against my pussy again and revelled in the warmth I felt, as I squeezed, I could feel pee squelching out. This gave me a naughty idea. Even though I was in the bathroom I didn’t have a towel for the shower I would need to have afterwards. My towels were kept upstairs, and I needed to retrieve one. It was broad daylight outside and my neighbours are always pottering in their garden which looks straight in my hallway adjoining my bathroom to my kitchen, to get upstairs I would have to pass into a field of view for a good few seconds to get to the safety of my stairs, and then the same again coming back. I thought for a while about what I should do, but in the end in a highly aroused and horny state I decided to walk in nothing but my soaked panties upstairs to get my towel. To make it even more exciting, I decided I’d take my time about it too, even stopping to adjust the thermostat on my heating in full view of anyone who may be outside. I removed my now cold jogger bottoms and left them in my shower cubicle. I had rub of my throbbing pussy along with a handful of breasts, composed myself as much as possible and opened my bathroom door to potential humiliation. I took a deep breath and stepped out the door, it was chilly, and my nipples went harder then they already were. This combined with the cold wetness in my panties suddenly reminded me just how foolish I was, but also how incredibly exciting and erotic it felt. I felt like I was a schoolgirl again, having wet myself and desperately trying to clean up before my parents realised, it happened several times and the feeling was familiar. I quickly looked left, towards where any neighbours might see me, the coast looked clear. I proceeded the view steps to my heating thermometer and adjusted it up from twenty degrees, to twenty-three degrees. Its not the greatest system and it takes a few seconds to respond to my command. All the while I’m stood bare breasted, in wet panties exposed to the world. As I waited for my system to do its job, my excitement and terror was building. What if someone sees me? what if someone has already seen me? it was becoming too much. I ditched my heating and trundled upstairs; my panties were dripping occasionally but not enough to be concerned about my carpet. I approached my linen cupboard and retrieved a towel, it was large, plain and red. I placed it over my shoulder so it wouldn’t encounter my soaked panties. KNOCK KNOCK The door!!! There is someone at the fucking door, I don’t believe this!! What am I going to do, think!! All kinds of scenarios ran through my head. It could be a neighbour needing to borrow something, it could be a stranger. It could be the police doing a spot check or it could be family, who have a key! I took a few seconds, in abject panic to weigh up my options and the likely outcomes. I decided the best thing to do would be to put on some dark clothes and answer the door as normally as I could. I dashed into the bedroom and donned the same dark coloured trousers I had been wearing earlier and a white unicorn print tank top I had handy at the same time. The door went again. Thankfully by which time I was dressed appropriately, I just prayed that the dark material of my bottoms would hide my wet panties beneath. I composed myself, took a deep breath and headed for the front door. I opened the inner door, which is solid wood and peered into the painted glass panels of my door, in a fruitless attempt to learn the identity of whoever was at the other side. I put the key in the lock, tuned and puled the door open. The individual stood back and couple metres, such is the law. It was Stuart from across the road, quite a relief I can tell you. But nevertheless, I was still stood, just a few feet away from someone I know in pee-soaked panties, with them occasionally dripping into my dark bottoms to remind me of my folly. “Hello Stuart, how are you keeping these days?” I asked genuinely terrified but doing by best to act as normal as possible. “I’m doing good thanks, as well as can be expected anyway” I nodded in an approving way but said nothing. “Anyway, I was hoping you could help me out?” Oh god will this man ever go away I thought to myself, all the while smiling away. “I’ll do what I can I suppose, what is it?” “I was hoping I could borrow your driveway for an hour on Thursday afternoon, I’ve got a treadmill arriving and I hate leaving my car on the road, do you mind?” Are you fucking kidding me, that is why he’s here? This is why I’m stood in my doorway in piss-soaked panties, because he wants to borrow my driveway! “I don’t see why not” my voice hadn’t changed at least that I could tell, but I did find this rather tiresome. “thank you, I really appreciate it. Would you mind if we check though, just to be sure its wide enough for my car?” “Yeah why not” I wish this guy would piss off. He approached my driveway and began taking measurements in his mind, I followed, and he turned to me with a look of confusion and confoundment. “How very odd, I’ve just had a whiff of pee assault my nostrils?” he exclaimed with much amusement OH MY GOD! He can smell me! how can he smell my panties from over there! “ummm not sure what you mean to be honest, i can’t smell anything” I spoke calmly but in reality, I was in meltdown. He nodded with a grin on his face, he found this terribly amusing somehow. I stepped away from the driveway and into my doorway again and to my complete indignation he followed me. “it seems big enough to me, thanks again” he said. I simply grunted and smiled in approval. “are you sure you can’t smell anything, that smell of pee has followed us over here” I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS! He can smell me! My wet panties are giving away my secret, this is ludicrous. At that moment I became acutely aware of the wetness against my intimate areas. It had gone ice cold and my panties were beginning to stick to my crevices. There was also a dampness against my leg from the various drips and drops down my leg. In that moment I must have been blushing bright red with shame, I felt totally humiliated and I wanted nothing more than to get away from this situation. “anyway, I shouldn’t be outside, I will see you later on thanks again” just like that he was gone. Thank the lord. I came into my home and slammed the door behind me and locked it, then did the same with my wooden inner door. I went left into my bathroom and I took a few deep breaths, all kinds of thoughts in my head but my prior humiliation had turned into uncontainable excitement. I removed my tank top and took a handful of my right breast and began squeezing and massaging with the delicacy I am accustomed too. I stripped off my dark bottoms, which had become damp at the front and back where my panties had been pressing into the material, but blessedly nothing was visible. I dashed upstairs in nothing but my cold, wet purple panties again and dumped my dark bottoms in the washing basket and returned to my naughty fun in the bathroom. Stood in nothing but my panties I began rubbing my clit, my whole body was pulsing and the cold wetness against my intimate areas was driving me into a frenzy. I grabbed my soaked joggers which were sodden, heavy and very cold and smelled of fresh wee, I pressed the wetness into my breasts. My fingers were going ten to the dozen, my whole body was convulsing and shaking. I could feel myself becoming more and more sticky. All si could think about was the moment I was now in, nothing else mattered. It was just me and my carnal desire. Just a few brief moments of pure bliss. So, there I was lying in a puddle of my own making. Wet, cold, sticky panties. My sodden grey joggers pressed into my breast so I could feel the wetness on every intimate surface. Convulsing with pleasure. I had to do this again. The sooner the better. The thought crossed my mind though, does he know my secret?
  40. 5 points

    Male pee pee dance

    Pee pee dance for Mistress before she allowed me to pee 1250ml. IMG_5214.MOV
  41. 5 points

    Rexone’s Art

    The story continues.. What would you choose, had you been in Aletta's place? I would choose sex...
  42. 5 points
    Figured I'd share this experience from a year ago. As much as I enjoy Omorashi stories I've very rarely had instances where I've experienced anything of the involuntary type.Also English isn't my strong point so I'm sorry if it is hard to read. Last year during my freshmen year of art school I decided to make the drive 2 hour to my parent's for thanksgiving break. The plan was to spend Thanksgiving and Black Friday and then head back Saturday evening. My folks always made a wonderful thanksgiving dinner, and my dad runs a local coffee shop in town so he makes amazing lattes. The holiday was great, good food, friends and family but Saturday came and I wanted to get back to work on projects. I got up that morning, still in a food coma from thanksgiving leftovers. and my dad offered me one of his mocha lattes, that I can't refuse. It's heaven in a cup. Well with packing my black friday haul, leftovers and possessions that 1 coffee turned into about 2 more. And then one for the road. Hopped up on caffeine I said my goodbyes and hit the road, sipping on my delicious latte. grabbed gas about 10 miles down the road and tossed my empty cup. I think I was on the road for about 20 minutes when I felt my first urge to pee. "rest area's coming up soon I'm pretty sure" I told myself. I must have been distracted by other drivers, because I remember looking over and noticing I was already passing it. Ugh great. I really don't like stopping at strange mom & pop gas stations in the middle of nowhere. A lot of them don't even have public restrooms. I was aware of a Pilot (a chain of truck stops that are usually well maintained) coming up, but I wasn't exactly sure when. And my bathroom situation was only getting worse. I'm coming up on a large highway interchange. Then I saw it. The sea of red tail-lights all holiday travelers dread. Complete dead-stop. "Just great" I think, as I start to squeeze my legs together. For some reason, having to go from 70-dead stop really makes you realize how bad you need to pee. I'm stuck on a bridge with hardly any shoulder, not like I could get out anyway. I also realize I threw my cup away while getting gas. I keep my car very clean, so I basically have nothing. Every 15-20 seconds we move ahead a couple car lengths, and just having to concentrate on moving that far makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I sit in traffic for about 10 minutes, when I realize I simply cant wait anymore. biting my lip I make a quick look around my car to see if there's anything, any option I have other than simply ruining my car seat. Nothing. My stuff is also in the trunk, maybe I could grab some article of clothing I could use as a makeshift diaper but Seriously at that point If I had to get out I'd probably piss myself in front of the people behind me. Then I realize I'm wearing my hoodie. I take a second to debate if I want to pee all over my favorite hoodie or my car seat. Sorry hoodie car seat wins. I desperately try to rip off my sweater but in my desperation my arms just don't work the way they should. It happens. I'm sitting there, one arm out of my sweater and squeezing my legs together but there's no denying my bladder anymore. I can literally feel the warmth travel up the length of my dick and reach the tip. I feel an explosion of warmth around my crotch. Just full blast. There isn't any slowing the stream. I'm peeing so hard it's going up over my thighs, down my sides and onto the seat, down both the top and bottom of my legs. The urine is pooling between my legs that are squeezed together. in 20 seconds my pants are soaked from my belt to my knees. I'm finally able to pinch off the flow. It feels amazing to have it out of me, and I'm also kind of turned on by the experience but at the same time I'm both humiliated and worried that my car will now forever smell like my piss. Traffic lets up a few minutes later, thankfully. Someone had of course done something stupid. I'm relieved nobody in a larger vehicle was able to look into my car and notice my mess. I crack my windows to waft out the smell of urine and continue my drive, soaking in my wet seat. I pass the TA when I realize my next dilemma. I still kind of have to go, but I'm not about to go running into a place with a very obvious pee spot on my pants. Well, just going to have to wait till I get home, or it get's dark. At least in the cover of darkness I could run to a bush. So I'm in it for the long haul. Worst that could happen is I'd warm up my pants for a bit right? about an hour goes I'm coming into my city, about 10 minutes from my destination. surprised the traffic isn't terrible, but really needing to pee badly again. The fact that my pants were still pretty damp somehow made it worse. I get to my exit. Every stop I make I feel like I'm going to burst again. I'm literally turning into my complex when I feel some myself start to leak. it wasn't the full blast like last time, but I realize I can't wait. I whip into my spot barely getting it into park as I jump out of my car, take a quick look around Fortunately at this point it was dark, my spot is pretty well hidden and nobody was around. Flood gates are opened, I stand there fully clothed, shoes and all just soaking my pants. After sitting there in my cold clammy pants for the past hour and a half the warmth feels incredible. I think I just stood there next to my car in the dark pissing my pants for almost an entire minute, maybe more. at that point I snap back to reality, run to my apartment and fumbled to get the door open. (Not that it'd made a difference, my pants were so soaked I don't think there was a dry patch on them. Literally peel my clothes off of myself, throw them in the washer right away. wank (god damn I had to at that point), Get a hot shower, which felt especially blissful. Immediately cover my car seat in a trash bag and drive it to the car wash. I think I spent 2 hours just going over the seat and carpet wish my little steam cleaner. (Bissel spotclean which I literally just got, it's awesome actually) As embarrassing as it was, it made the otherwise boring drive very interesting, and it was fun to feel myself have not one but two actual accidents. TLDR Too much coffee before a long drive, and pissed myself while stuck in traffic twice. Cheers :3
  43. 5 points
    PRE - LENA DISCOVERING KARA'S IDENTITY! Lena Luthor admired Supergirl like nobody else. Although she had a hard time expressing it to her, Supergirl was most likely her best friend - which scared her, because Luthor's don't typically have friends, let alone best friends. They have acquaintances that have mutual benefits. But Supergirl was different, whenever she would fly to the balcony of L Corp to greet her after a long day, Lena would get butterflies. This made Lena more uncomfortable. She wasn't sure how to even properly go about a friendship. Does she invite Supergirl for coffee? Probably not. Lena was at times quick to let her admiration turn to jealousy when she would see Supergirl do something that humans could only dream of doing - carrying a plane, or soaring over National City or even having bullets deflect off her like nothing. It wasn't typical jealousy, like 'I want what you have' jealousy, it was more like... what weaknesses could Supergirl have? But even when she thought about that, she didn't mean weaknesses in the way that she could hurt Supergirl, just guilty pleasures or embarrassing things that every regular person does! Lena hated the fact that even though Supergirl was her friend, she couldn't help but think the way she does. She was dying for a glimpse of Supergirl's imperfections, because truthfully the youngest Luthor was full of those. Do Kryptonians get embarrassingly more drunk than they intend to like humans? Has Supergirl ever even touched alcohol? Those were just a few odd things Lena had speculated on. She guessed no on both. Supergirl was too regal in her stance, too perfect in every way imaginable. It made the young billionaire CEO frustrated. But that would soon change. It was a typical Supergirl save on the news when Lena checked her phone in her office. Something about a bus full of kids falling off a bridge that she caught mid-air, regular National City stuff. She made an effort to not stay too late anymore, but that effort truthfully wasn't working, it was already 9 P.M. with at least a few more hours of paperwork stacked on her desk. But then she heard it - a gust of wind and the sound of the Kryptonian girl landing on Lena's balcony. She smiled to herself before she stood in her tight black dress that barely passed her knees. Supergirl stood in the doorway. "Can I come in, Miss Luthor? Or do I need to start making appointments and going through security?" Supergirl joked. "Well, I thought about making you do that, but you look like you have so much fun when you shake my office with your landings." Lena smiled back. "Sorry! I didn't even realize I was -" Supergirl began. "Supergirl, you are always welcome to land on my balcony." Lena smiled, cutting her off. Supergirl smiled back at her, looking down. "What do I owe the pleasure? I thought you'd be celebrating, or basking in self righteous glory after saving that busload of kids," Lena said, putting extra sarcastic emphasis on the celebration part as she watched Supergirl enter and sit on the couch in the middle of her office. "What? I can't stop by on my way home to see how you're doing?" Supergirl replied, faking how offended she was. "Well, I'm twelve hours deep into what's probably going to be a 14 hour day," Lena said, sitting next to Supergirl, and pulling two empty wine glasses out from under the table followed by a bottle of red wine. "I don't know if you know this, but Kryptonians can't really get drunk off human alcohol," Supergirl smiled awkwardly. "Of course you can't, but just indulge me?" Lena said, crossing that off in her mental notes about mundane things Kryptonians do or don't do. "I mean, they do say don't drink and fly, but I don't know who's going to pull me over and breathalyze me a few thousand feet in the air, so why not?" Supergirl said. Lena laughed a bit, pouring wine into the two glasses. "I hope your big save tonight went smoothly," Lena said, admiring the chest symbol of her suit. Supergirl laughed a bit nervously, "It.. It was fine, just business as usual!" She replied, trying to sound confident. "Did I just hear a stutter? Come on, now you've got to tell me!" Lena said back, curiosity burning. Supergirl felt her inner Kara shining through for a minute before she began, "It's really embarrassing, but I was absolutely dying to pee," Supergirl laughed a bit, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. Lena was almost taken aback by the thought of that. Supergirl hunched over, holding herself. Desperate. She tried not to let her mind wander, but she felt something there that was different from what she expected, and it took her no time at all to realize she was oddly attracted to that idea. "Well.." Lena paused, still trying to escape the thought of that, "It happens to the best of us," Lena smiled. Supergirl, playing along smiled at the Luthor, "Even the scariest woman in National City, the great Lena Luthor, has to go sometimes?" Lena blushed, recalling a situation in a board room last week where she nearly wet herself. "No, definitely not me! That's not what I meant when I said that!" Lena said, getting a bit defensive, but still jokingly. Supergirl sighed, "I'm just happy I got out of there before some reporter arrived trying to ask me questions." Lena immediately thought of her friend, or acquaintance, or whatever label best described Kara Danvers. "It is getting late though, I just really wanted to make sure you're not over here working yourself to death," The Kryptonian girl said as she stood up. Lena couldn't help but notice Supergirl lightly squeezing her thighs together. "You haven't even touched your wine!" Lena complained as Supergirl made her way to the balcony. "You haven't touched yours! And besides, National City will need a fully functioning Supergirl tomorrow morning! And it'll definitely need a fully functioning Lena Luthor too, so get some sleep tonight," Supergirl smiled, still slightly squirming in place. Lena smiled at her, nodding. And with that, Supergirl was gone like a gust of wind. Lena made her way back to her desk, sitting down with her glass of wine. She couldn't get the idea out of her head. This definitely wasn't what Lena meant when she thought about Supergirl's weaknesses. -- Kara would like to think she had a lot of friends, a lot of good friends. Her sister, Alex, would always be her best friend - but right now, Alex was far from her best friend. Kara just got back from her slightly embarrassing visit with Lena to the DEO to get the all good to return home - but there was one issue - Kara Danvers had to pee really, really bad. She understood Alex and J'onn had tons of paperwork to fill out, but the whole debriefing process on the bus incident was absolutely killing her. "And you didn't talk to any media before you left the scene?" Alex asked sternly. "No!" Kara said frustrated, then correcting her tone, "I mean no, no I didn't." Alex looked at Kara strangely. "Are you okay?" She inquired. Kara tried really hard not to roll her eyes. "I'm fine, I just really want to go home now, you know?" Kara said back, her thighs were pushed together so hard she thought they might explode. She was doing everything in her Kryptonian power to not squirm in front of her sister, but she also tried that in front of Lena Luthor a few minutes ago, and still managed to look like a little kid. It was one of her many, humanizing, humbling and embarrassing secrets that Kara Danvers was in fact pee-shy. The idea of trying to admit that she had to pee, especially while wearing her Supergirl suit, was totally humiliating. And not to mention the idea of peeing in public places. If Kara Danvers couldn't do it, Supergirl definitely wouldn't either. "Well, that pretty much covers it our end. You should probably go home and get some sleep, it looks like you could use it," Alex said, still looking at Kara a little strangely. Kara smiled awkwardly, standing up. "Perfect! Great! Okay, see you tomorrow. Love you, bye!" Kara said as she speed walked to the place she could take off from in the DEO. Alex watched her awkward stance and walk. 'She really needs to piss,' Alex laughed to herself. Just as Kara was about to take off, she felt her phone buzz. 'Damn it, really?' Kara thought to herself. She quickly checked her phone to see Lena had texted her. I know it's late, but I really need you to swing by my office with that article you wrote on L Corp so we can go over some of the new changes before you publish it tomorrow! Thank you. L Corp was closer to the DEO than Kara's apartment was by far. 'Okay. I can hold it. I'm Supergirl.' Kara thought to herself. And with that, she took off - landing half a block from L Corp's real entrance. She quickly changed to her proper Kara clothes - tighter blue jeans that she liked to show off in and her pink blouse and obnoxiously long tan overcoat, then proceeded to the entrance. "Great. Security." Kara muttered to herself. She proceeded to the security desk, where she got eyeballed by the security guy. It was late on a Tuesday, so the building was pretty much dead. "Hi, Kara Danvers here to meet Lena Luthor," Kara said to the security guy. "I'll page her," he replied, hitting the pager button. "Miss Luthor, a Kara Danvers here to see you." "Send her up," Lena replied. -- Kara stood in the elevator, regretting her choice to not just rush home quickly to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs tightly, biting her lip. The elevator ride felt like years, but finally she hit Lena's floor, and to her surprise, Lena stood right in front of the elevator entrance. Kara immediately composed herself, surprised. "L-Lena! It's so good to see you!" Kara said, nervously. Lena took a minute to recognize that for once, Kara Danvers wasn't composed. That was odd to her. "Kara! So good to see you too," Lena replied, embracing Kara in a hug that felt almost a little too long. "I brought the article on my cellphone, just let me take notes and I can edit the article at home and have it ready for first thing in the morning!" Kara said. She usually respected how hands on Lena was with the L Corp brand since Lex ruined it, but now was not one of those times. "Sounds good," Lena smiled guiding Kara to her office. Lena sat on the white couch with a half empty glass of wine. "You got here so fast!" She said. Kara eyed the full glass of wine Lena had poured Supergirl no less than a half hour ago that she never drank. "Well, I was in the neighborhood," Kara smiled, sitting next to Lena on the couch. "Did you.. have someone over?" Kara said, looking at the full glass. "I actually just poured that for you! Please, indulge me," Lena said, smiling. "I.. I really shouldn't, I have work in the morning a-and-" Before she could finish, Lena raised the full glass to Kara's mouth, forcing Kara to take a sip. Kara shuttered, crossing her legs and feeling the waistband of her jeans over her tight Kryptonian bladder. The button would probably break if her bladder got any bigger. "O-Okay! Well, here's the article," Kara replied, taking the glass and setting it down. She opened her phone, passing it to Lena who read over it with the eye of a hawk maybe three times or so. Lena began writing notes on a piece of paper while she studied. She looked up at Kara, who was biting her lip and crossing her legs. "No need to be so nervous, Kara, you're a great writer! I just like to put some finishing touches on," Lena said to the visibly uncomfortable Kara. Kara nodded, "S-Sorry, just a long day." Lena smiled, as she continued on for about ten minutes or so asking Kara questions and writing notes about the L Corp article. Kara sat there, trying her absolute hardest to not pee her pants in front of Lena Luthor. She lightly rubbed her thighs, squeezed her thighs and crossed her legs while Lena read and wrote. Finally, Lena handed Kara her phone back. "That should do it!" Lena said, excited. "Great, I'll get home and make sure everything is ready for the morning!" Kara said, standing in a hurry. "But Kara, you've barely touched your wine!" Lena said, almost a little offended. "I-I'm just not a big drinker," Kara replied holding her hands behind her back. Lena stood, smiling at Kara. "Finish this glass with me, please?" Lena pleaded, giving her the absolute worst or best puppy dog eyes Kara had ever seen. Against everything in her body telling her no, Kara sat back down. "One glass?" Kara replied. "One glass," Lena said back. The two sat for ten minutes or so talking about their lives of recent while sipping Lena's expensive red wine, and finally Kara had finished hers. "Lena, I really need to go now," Kara said, a little shaky in her voice. "I guess I've tortured you with my boring business life for long enough," Lena said back, standing up. Kara stood slowly next to her, feeling something she had never done on this planet before. Kara just peed a bit in her panties. Her eyes widened as she quickly regained control, composing herself. "N-No, Lena. You could never bore me," Kara smiled shakily as the two walked back to the elevator. Lena called the elevator for Kara. "Are you leaving too?" Kara asked Lena, who had just put on her jacket. "I think it's about time," Lena laughed. Kara smiled, looking down at her jeans. 'Oh thank Rao. No wet spot.' Finally, the elevator arrived and the two entered. Lena hit the first floor button as the doors closed and the elevator began to head down, but to Lena's surprise and Kara's absolute horror, a terrible grinding noise overcame the elevator, shaking and stopping the elevator. Kara lost her balance for a split second, feeling warmth run down the inside of her thigh for a split second. She immediately glanced down to see a small wet spot the size of a baseball on her tight blue jeans. She reacted immediately, covering it up with her tan jacket. "Oh my God, Kara! I'm so sorry, these elevators are in desperate need of a service," Lena said in shock, not noticing the fact Kara Danvers had just slightly wet her pants. "Oh, no..." Kara said, almost tears in her eyes from pain or humiliation - most likely both. Lena looked at Kara, who could no longer help it - she was holding herself with both her hands, thighs pushed together. "I-I'm so sorry, Lena.." Kara said. She couldn't even make eye contact with Lena as she held herself. Lena got closer to Kara, lightly hugging her and stroking her blonde hair. "You can let it out, Kara," Lena whispered in her ear. Just the sound of that made Kara leak more. "I.. I can't, please." Kara begged. "I won't tell anyone, Kara." Lena replied as she kept stroking her hair. Tears welled up in Kara's eyes as she stood back from Lena and let go of her crotch, revealing the wet spot. Kara's face was a bright red that got redder as the wet spot started to grow down her thighs, to her knees and to her ankles, overflowing her shoes and puddling around her. Kara's tears turned to full on sobbing as she stood in her puddle, but she suddenly felt the warm embrace of Lena Luthor hugging her, getting her own tight dress wet in the process. "Kara, it's okay." Theee end!
  44. 5 points
    Hello again. Few weeks ago I was able to have a little fun again... I decided to hold it to my absolute limit! Usually I just 'give up' and wet myself without much effort to actually hold it in. But that day I decided to NOT give up so easily. I started everything by keeping myself VERY hydrated throughout the day. Drinking much more than usually, while still using the bathroom normally. I stopped using the bathroom at around 11 pm when my siblings started to get to their beds and I was FINALLY about to get some privacy. I was already kind of desperate, but I wanted to watch an film to the end. It was a film called 'Looper', but the name is probably the only thing I remember... Anyways, I drank around six cups of tea during the movie, and I was feeling quite freaking full when the movie was close to the end. When it did end, I started to setup my floor with an giant plastic bag and some towels on top of that. I have already ruined one part of our floor, I really don't want to do that again . I really regretted for not doing the setup earlier, it was annoying thing to do whilst desperate! I had just put the towels on the floor when my sister came in. I almost panicked, but then I just calmly lifted everything suspicious on my floor and threw them behind my armchair. I still can't believe she didn't notice anything, she was just looking at her phone . She said that she wasn't feeling sleepy at all, and wanted to talk to me instead! It felt so unreal, she has never came into my room at so late time! (She is 16 by the way.) At first my mind was like "Oh yeah, now I have to hold it! This is perfect!". But as time passed by and she noticed that she hadn't written her diary yet and started to write it RIGHT THERE, i started to panic a little. I couldn't sit still anymore. I tried to say to her that I would like to sleep now, and she was like "I'll be quick, just a few more lines! Then I'll go to bed!". Now something about her; she does her diary EVERY day. EVERY FUCKING DAY. And no matter what, she wants to fill the pages right to the end. Exactly one big page every day. A bit crazy behavior, if you ask me . So I knew that I just had to wait. Of course I could have used the bathroom freely at any point, but... I had decided to hold it. So I just crossed my legs even more tightly and tried to act like nothing was going on. At one point I had to stand up to do a little pee dance, it was hurting so much I couldn't sit anymore! I was actually really close to losing it at this point. Soon I sat down again and started to feel a bit better. And I still had to use both of my hands to hold it in... Then she said that she's ready to go to sleep. I'm not sure, but I think that she was around an hour in my room. I felt so happy when she finally left, I don't think that I'd have been able to last a lot longer! So when I was sure that she won't come back, I quickly dug the towels and threw them on the floor. I mean, I just threw them. I did not care to carefully set them or anything. There simply wasn't time for that... . Then I completely focused on holding it in. Legs TIGHTLY pressed together. My hands being the final hope to stop the flood. At one point I even tried laying on my bed, but it didn't help at all... I know that I have never been so desperate. NEVER. That's for sure. I leaked a bit, and felt SO excited! It felt so awesome to start losing control like that! It was my first time ever to actually pee myself because I simply could not hold it any longer. I tried to stop it, but... Oooohhh, I could not stop it. It felt far too good to be stopped! It didn't take long until my jeggins ended up being... well, quite damp . It was awesome. Absolutely the best wetting I've ever done. Wetting myself uncontrollably like that felt maybe 10 times better that 'just' wetting myself. HOW this ended up being so long post? I had just planned to post the pics and not to write a long story like this... Well, I don't know. Maybe someone will find it amusing. So, the pics: And my personal favorites: And pics from my panties for those interested: ps: Getting those tight wet jeggins off was NOT an easy task...
  45. 5 points
    Working / masturbating from home.. My diaper from yesterday afternoon when I orgasm in a damp diaper with a little help from my egg vib.
  46. 5 points
    Something I'd been wanting to draw that fits @triggercommand's request! A friend gets revenge for a previous picture I did. This is what happens when you brag about your bladder capacity.
  47. 5 points

    460 downloads

    I love these clips! They feature school girls wetting themselves in the school infirmary, both standing and sleeping/laying down. I have seen some of these before, but not all of them stitched together and also not in this quality. However, I would love to know the source. Anyone got any ideas? Enjoy. Rachel

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  48. 5 points

    Work fun

    Hi everyone. Sorry it's been a while. It would have been longer, but I'd received a couple of messages from fellow members saying that they miss seeing my stories. I'm definitely flattered. I've just been focusing on life, and possibly have a little one on the way. After getting those messages, it inspired me to have a little fun so I can share with everyone. Hope you enjoy. A few nights back, I was at work. The virus that's going around hasn't shut us down yet. This particular night was rather boring, so I decided to start drinking peach tea. It's so yummy, and it goes right through me. About two hours or so left of my shift, I started to feel pressure in my bladder building. Not going to lie, it's been a little difficult trying to distinguish between light bladder pressure, and the pressure I've been feeling in my uterus. Sorry if that's TMI, haha, but it's the weirdest feeling. So not really knowing what pressure I'm feeling, I keep drinking my tea and keep working. About 45 minutes later though, there isn't any mistaking that I have to pee, and I have to pee right now. I went from being fairly relaxed, to about peeing my pants in a few minutes time. I have my hand between my legs, and have them crossed as tight as I could as I try to wait for this wave to pass. Couple minutes go by, and I'm still hanging on for dear life. I try getting up from my seat, and I feel myself starting to leak, so I sit back down. I'm a little concerned, that I've gotten myself in a situation that I can't get out of. I was hoping that I'd be able to make it until after work to be able to just let go. I was wrong, and here I am with about an hour left of work, and on the verge of peeing my pants. I'm trying to outweigh my options, but then I can feel my bladder starting to give in. I can feel my panties getting wet, and all of a sudden an adrenaline rush hits me, and I start running for the bathroom. I keep my hand between my legs. I can feel the fabric in the crotch of my pants dampening. I'm only about half way to the bathroom. I can feel a little bit start pooling in my hand, and I start to panic. I try to clench my abdominal muscles and stop it, but it's not working. I finally reach the bathroom. I cross my legs so I can unbutton my pants, and I can feel the damp fabric on my skin. I'm finally able to sit down, and let it all go. The relief was so enormous I could have collapsed if I wasn't already sitting. I inspect the damage to my pants. The crotch is soaked, and about half way down my thighs were soaked too. It's a good thing my pants were black.
  49. 4 points
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRtwIvUQ48w At 9 min mark for the impatient
  50. 4 points

    Wetting at CVS

    Just realized I never answered your question. I always remove my shoes upon entering my apartment, and the slight neglect I showed my bladder caused a couple more tiny rivulets to roll down my legs and dampen my socks and trickle lightly against my shoes. I always wear sneakers and that’s what I had on at this time as well. I don’t really find it necessary to make separate posts about other near accidents or outright wettings, so it makes the most sense to continue posting them here. Also, final note, I like writing kinda detailed and almost plot-like regardless of this being a work of non-fiction so apologies in advance in case that rubs anyone here the wrong way. Desperate Breakfast I was single at this point and being a single woman in her early late teens/twenties and with dating apps as rampant as they are, I was going on a lot of dates. I squeezed them in whenever I could. With around 1,000 tinder matches, working part-time, and going to school full-time, this left me with a very limited calendar. In hopes of being accommodating, Alex offers to take out for breakfast at 7am knowing I don’t have work until 9:30 that day. I agree. The day arrives Alex picks me up and begins driving. I ask where we’re going and he says it’s a surprise. He states that the restaurant is a bit of a hole in the wall but assures me that I’ll love it. We drive further away from my place and closer towards my job. Then we pass my job until we arrive at the restaurant. I look at the clock and mentally note that we are about 25 minutes away from my job. We walk inside and are quickly seated. He orders French toast, I request waffles. We both order coffee. I drink and eat nonchalantly as we chat. Breakfast ends in about an hour but neither or us are ready to end the date yet and I still have two hours before work. He suggests we go for a walk and I agree. We walk for a few minutes until heading inside a coffee shop. I was enticed because they were advertising lavender lattes and I’m always searching for the best one. Knowing that caffeine rushes straight to my bladder, I intend to order the smallest size as I always do. Alex headed to the counter before me and ordered for both of us. He requested they gave me the largest size lavender latte. I didn’t say anything because why would I and besides there were bathrooms here at the coffee shop. After we grabbed our drinks, he gestures towards the door. I reluctantly head outside again with him as we continue our walk. Some more time elapses, we sit on a bench, and we are both feeling something, and he leans in to kiss me. This continues for a period of time, both wrapped into each other. I’m indifferent towards public displays of affection so I don’t mind, but it’s still early enough that no one else is really walking around anyway. Everything comes to a close when it begins raining lightly. He grabs his phone to look at the weather and checks the time, eyes widening. Alex turns to me and states, “Oh shit, we better head back”. I look at my own phone and notice that it reads 9:05. He’s rushing back to his car and as I hurriedly jump off the bench, I feel my bladder sloshing. I notice my half-full latte cup and begrudgingly grab it with me. I try to keep up with Alex’s pace as best I can, pausing occasionally to squeeze my thighs together until we reach his vehicle. The time now reads as 9:10. Alex apologizes again as I reassure him it is fine. He begins driving and the movement is driving me crazy. My bladder is sloshing, I grip the sides of the seat as casually as possible. My thighs are pressing together as I swear at the seatbelt compressing my bladder. Alex and I continue charting as if all is normal for a few minutes until I am noticeably less attentive. The rain is mocking me. I try not to look out the window, but I can’t help it. I hear it hitting the car and audibly whimper. He places his hand on my thigh. Alex asks what’s wrong and I tell him nothing. Being pee-shy, I avoid telling people when I need to go whenever possible. He can tell I’m lying and presses for an answer, asking if I needed anything. I exasperatedly say, “I’m fine, I just need to pee”. I try to sound casual despite being able to feel myself blushing. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I feel even worse now.” Alex states. I tell him that it’s fine. He asks if he should pull over. My mind briefly entertains the thought but decided that arriving to work on time was more important and I didn’t want to have to ask my date to pull over just because I couldn’t hold in my urine. I mean, I’m 19 I should be able to hold on. More time passes, the rain hits heavier. His hand is still on my thigh. I shift, hoping to seem casual. I don’t. Alex speaks again and looks at me sympathetically, “I’m really sorry about the rain. Are you sure I shouldn’t find a place to pull over?” I blush again, feeling silly that my potty dance was this apparent. “No!” I exclaim, a little too quickly. “I promise I don’t even need to go that badly”. We exchange a brief look, both knowing I’m lying. He merely shrugs and continues driving. A few more minutes pass and I can see my job in the distance. My legs are tighter than they’ve ever been before, my hands are fists, and my entire body is shaking ever so slightly. I’m chewing on my bottom lip and my breaths are staggered. “If you could um..please hurry” I mumble. We finally arrive at my workplace and I make an audible sigh of relief. Alex chuckles. We made it with 10 minutes to spare. I can tell that he wants a departing kiss and at first, I lean in to give it, but my bladder protests violently. Knowing that it is this close to a toilet seemingly magnified the desperation. I sheepishly said, “Give me one moment” and excused myself from the car. I sprinted into the nearby ladies restroom, ripped down my jeans, slid off my panties, and began furiously pissing into the toilet. I glance down at the underwear between my legs and notice a faint wet spot. I hadn’t even felt anything come out. Upon finishing, I exit the stall and wash my hands before exiting my workplace again and heading back into Alex’s car. “Someone looks relieved”, he remarks and I smile, “You have no idea.” We kiss and depart as I head into work and punch in just before my shift starts. Edit: Added a couple extra details after finding an old text thread back when I told a friend about this incident.
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