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  1. 11 points
    OOps.....couldn’t resist playing a lil today C8B0F910-44E5-4AE5-9E2F-DFF2D90D2E7B.MOV
  2. 5 points
    WIP Working on that Inkling girl comic
  3. 4 points
    I'm working on something big with this right now, a beer fest scenario that is very large (90 minute runtime) and has a scoring system (score points for drinking and doing fun things instead of wasting time waiting in line for the bathroom). I figure it will be fun to have a thread on here for it and compare scores and tell stories. I'd say I'm about 60% of the way done building it out then I need to add images.
  4. 4 points
    Would love to see maybe a female indeedee (one of the new pokemon) peeing on the ground while a male indeedee is desperately dancing while waiting for her to finish, definitely with some bulges as well!
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    Chapter three. Contains: messing, fear wetting **WARNING** Since the focus of this chapter is on fear wetting, there is a scene which is more intense. I have tried to handle it delicately. While nothing graphic occurs, there may still be some who find it too much to enjoy. *READER DISCRETION ADVISED* Chapter 3: Haunted House Angelica tried to put a brave face on. The truth was, she didn’t want to be here. As in, really didn’t want to be here. She would much rather be back at her home, rereading the Little House on the Prairie series for the fourth or fifth time. Growing up, her family had never been much into Halloween at all, her mom being overly cautious about poisoned candy or stranger danger. So if she had it her way, she wouldn’t even be out trick-or-treating, much less at a haunted house. It was all Lily’s idea, and although she had told her repeatedly that she wouldn’t enjoy it, Lily continued to insist that she might, and would she please just try it with her? Angelica sighed and rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up. Ever since they had restarted their friendship the year before—albeit by bonding over peeing themselves—the two had quickly become like the sisters they had never had growing up. Angelica was definitely the more reserved of the two, usually preferring indoor activities and not liking late nights, but Lily could usually coax her out of her shell and her comfort zone. It was Lily who had persuaded her to try surfing at a nearby water park (though she failed abysmally at it), it was Lily who had gotten her into laser tag, and it had been Lily’s idea for them to dress up as period characters and crash a Civil War reenactment, secretly fueling Angelica’s love for historical fiction. Nowadays the two could barely be found without each other nearby. Angelica was also more used to Lily’s condition now. Having what was described as a “sympathetic spastic bladder,” Lily had a much greater difficulty with bladder control than normal. Witnessing someone else need a toilet, or even being suggested the idea of needing a toilet, would create a sympathetic urge in her, sometimes even to the point of involuntary voiding. This had happened when Angelica first met her, and it had happened again—twice—when they met again. Since that time, it had occurred one or two times more, but Angelica was somewhat surprised to find that it wasn’t as common an occurrence as she had assumed beforehand—certainly not common enough for it to be what defined Lily’s identity. It was unfortunate that for so many people, all Lily was was “the girl who pees her pants.” They were missing out on friendship with someone who was really cool to know. Thinking about that right now softened Angelica’s irritation a little, but then she remembered where they were and went right back to being mad at Lily. She brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes in irritation. She could have just said no. She should have just said no. Why did she let Lily convince her that any of this could be fun at all? Where’s the enjoyment in getting scared? Although she had on jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a jacket over it to boot, she kept rubbing her arms up and down and couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering. Lily, on the other hand, looked like a kid in a candy store. She was bouncing up and down with an excited grin on her face, her blonde hair bouncing back and forth in a ponytail with her. Angelica glowered at her blue shorts and T-shirt. How was she not even cold? It was Halloween night, and they could both clearly see their breath. The sky was overcast and completely black, but there were bright lights illuminating the path up to “Fright Mansion,” the haunted house considered by multiple macabrely glowing endorsements on their signs to be the most terrifying experience in the state. Great. Just what Angelica needed. She already felt fluttery in her chest from nerves, and they were still just standing in line. Lily turned towards Angelica. “This is gonna be so much fun, just wait!” Angelica didn’t answer. She knew it was just Lily’s attempt at passing the time while they waited to enter, and any attempt at a response would probably be one of annoyance—and she didn’t want to start an argument. The truth was that it was mostly her nervousness that was turning into anger. If she could just get through this, maybe they could both have a good laugh about it and also agree to never do anything like it again. She blew out a puff of air, then said, more sharply than she meant to, “Aren’t you cold at all?” Lily didn’t seem to notice Angelica’s moodiness. “Yeah, kinda. But mostly excited. You’ve really never done a haunted house before?” She sounded incredulous. Angelica huffed. “No, and I didn’t want to, either. I don’t know why I went along with this.” Lily bumped her shoulder against Angelica’s and responded good-naturedly, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Can you at least promise me you’ll try to have fun?” She gave Angelica her how-can-you-hate-this-look grin. Angelica rolled her eyes. She was annoyed, and she wanted to stay that way. But, much as she didn’t want to admit it, she knew from past experiences of Lily getting her to try something new that it usually went better than she expected. She also knew she couldn’t stay grumpy with that goofy smile of Lily’s boring into her. Finally, as the corner of her mouth started rebelling upwards, she let out a “Fine.” Lily gave a triumphant little cackle and rubbed her hands together. Angelica just shook her head at how seamlessly Lily had taken on the role of little sister to her. They had even arranged for Lily to sleep over at Angelica’s house that night. When they had first planned it, Angelica had thought that would mean staying up talking and laughing in their pajamas, but then Lily assumed they would go out and do something first, and since they were too old for trick-or-treating, that of course meant a haunted house. So now here they were, and Angelica just kept reminding herself that the sleepover was waiting for them on the other side of this. Her older brother Patrick was also home from college for the weekend, along with a friend of his whose name Angelica didn’t know, and they were probably just going to stay at home and play Call of Duty—so why couldn’t she and Lily just stay in, too? The line moved forwards slightly, bringing the two girls closer to the entrance. From here, if she craned her neck, Angelica could see some of the inside of the lobby area. It looked to be dimly lit and covered with fake cobwebs, but still with a jarringly bright EXIT sign, which ruined the illusion but was doubtless a legal requirement. Her thoughts drifted as she brushed another strand of her hair out of her eyes. What kinds of laws governed haunted houses? Did you have to sign a waiver or something? Did people often get hurt? Did people ever have heart attacks in haunted houses? She thought about Fright Mansion’s website, with its black theme and red, dripping text, and how the photo gallery boasted numerous pictures of people making the most terrified faces as they had the ever-loving willies scared out of them. She even thought, with a frown, of the section further down in the photo gallery, where those who had been so badly scared that they lost bladder control smiled sheepishly and showed off their wet spots. Some had just been small stains, undoubtedly from a minor spurt at a jump scare, but a handful—all women, now that she thought about it—had completely soaked their pants in pure terror. Those who consented to having their picture shown received a free T-shirt, which sounded like an okay tradeoff until you realized that the shirt said on it, in bold letters, “I peed my pants at Fright Mansion.” Apparently the kind of people that enjoyed getting scared would also find that more of a boast than an embarrassment. Angelica scanned the building and its surroundings, turning first one way, then the other. Did they even have bathrooms around here? There weren’t any that she could see. That, combined with the long wait, made it almost seem as though they wanted people to pee themselves. It figured. It was the kind of thing that a haunted house lived for, probably. She silently gauged her own need for a toilet and contented herself that she was all right, for now. Just then, though, a shrill scream from her right made her jump nearly out of her skin, followed by various shrieks in response from those around her. After her heart started again, she turned toward the source to see a Fright Mansion worker in a zombie costume, complete with decaying flesh makeup, retreating from where they had crept up unseen next to the line and gotten in a free scare before the people had even started the haunted house. The shrieks dissipated into laughs and chit-chat, both of excitement and nerves. However, one group of people, several places behind Angelica in line, suddenly burst out into loud guffaws. She turned to see what the cause was, as did others nearby. There were too many people blocking her view, though, and she was about to face forward again when she saw a young woman, probably only a few years older than she was herself, waddle-jogging away from the line. Underneath her butt was a fresh dark wet spot. Those who saw her pointed and laughed to each other. It seemed for most people to merely spur on their eagerness for the experience. Angelica turned back forwards, hugging herself for warmth. She noticed that Lily hadn’t seen the girl have an accident, and for a brief moment she wished that she had. Maybe if Lily saw someone pee themselves, it would make her less fired up about going through a haunted house. But Lily was still facing forwards, twisting back and forth with excitement and impatience. Angelica opened her mouth to say something to Lily, then thought better of it and closed her mouth again. After waiting for several more minutes, they were finally inside the entrance to the haunted house. The décor here was simple, mostly low light on peeling red wallpaper and a generally decrepit atmosphere, with a worker dressed as a ghoulish butler letting people enter intermittently. It was warmer in the lobby, out of the wind, and Angelica was able to stop shivering. Her eyes wandered over the decayed look of the anteroom, while creepy organ music and assorted unsettling sound effects played over speakers in the corners. Lily nudged her arm. “Cool, right? I think you’re gonna have fun, Angie.” Angelica was still taking in the look of the room and gave a non-committal “yeah, we’ll see.” Then she looked Lily in the eye. “Do you think they have any bathrooms here?” Lily laughed, “Why, do you have to go?” “No, but I thought maybe you’d want to. You know, if it gets too scary.” Lily gave her a questioning glance. “What are you talking about? Besides, you’ll probably be more scared than me.” Angelica ignored the last remark and felt as though the conversation had progressed organically enough that she could be direct. “You know, the people that get scared, and…you know…” She gave Lily a look that was meant for her to infer the rest. Lily laughed again, but Angelica thought it didn’t sound as confident as before. “You mean the ones that pee their pants? Nah, I’ll be fine. I don’t think that kind of thing happens all that often, anyway.” Angelica knew that at this point she was passively-aggressively trying to dissuade Lily from wanting to go on, and she felt a little twinge of guilt. Nevertheless, she continued, “Huh, okay. ’Cause it actually happened to a girl in line behind us.” Lily’s smile began to fade. “What? You’re kidding, right? You saw it? What, what happened?” “One of the people from the haunted house snuck up and scared a bunch of people in line. I saw her leaving the line afterwards.” Angelica tried to play indifference. Lily’s face fell. “Seriously? You’re serious? You’re not joking?” Angelica shook her head and Lily swallowed. After a few moments, though, she simply pronounced, “Well, we can’t turn back now. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” With that, she resolutely faced forward again, and, as if on cue, the butler pulled back the curtain and motioned for them to enter. Angelica grumbled to herself that her plan had failed and they would be going through with this after all, while simultaneously feeling her breath quicken from apprehension. Lily apparently had steelier nerves than she had, though Angelica did notice Lily subtly rub her thighs together as they entered. After passing through a dark and claustrophobic hallway, they came into the first room. It immediately presented itself as a standard Gothic mansion atmosphere, with very low lighting and sudden unsettling sounds coming from random corners of the room. Angelica found herself slowing her pace to a nervous shuffle and swallowing repeatedly. Her eyes darted to every dim recess, trying to anticipate where the first scare would come from. Suddenly, she felt something grab at her leg. She gave an involuntary shriek and jumped sideways into Lily, who also yelped and then started to laugh. She had barely begun, though, when a grotesquely tall, deathly pale vampire emerged directly beside them frighteningly instantly. Both girls screamed, with Angelica feeling all her nerve endings jump on end as if she had been shocked by electricity. It didn’t help that Lily had immediately seized Angelica’s arm with a death grip and nearly climbed on top of her. As soon as they found their feet again, they bolted for the end of the room, only to be cut off by a giant bat dropping down right in front of them and screeching. They both screamed again, falling against the wall to dodge the bat, and then found they were in a hallway again. Lily doubled over in high-pitched laughter, but Angelica was still breathing hard and trying to calm her heartrate. They were really going to go through an entire house-worth of this? She already felt like she was done, after only one room! She still couldn’t believe people did this to themselves willingly. Closing her eyes, she held one hand on her chest, trying to placate the heavy thumping. Her brain attempted to soothe itself, telling her that everything in this place was merely composed of makeup and elaborate special effects. As she repeated this to herself, she could feel Lily lean up against the wall next to her, also breathing hard. “What do you think, Angie? Having fun yet?” She gave another nervous giggle. Angelica merely moaned in response, causing Lily to put her arm around her. “Come on, let’s keep moving.” At least the faster they went through the house, the sooner they’d be out. Angelica opened her eyes again and followed the light rope on the edges of the floor guiding them forward. Almost right away, though, she stopped short, as she saw an unmistakable fork in the hallway. “Wait…which way do we go?” Her voice was higher pitched than she meant for it to be. “Didn’t you see it on the website? Part of what makes this place so cool is that it has different ways through it, so you never get the same experience twice.” Angelica couldn’t imagine anyone going through it more than once on purpose, and she knew that there was no way she would say yes if Lily wanted to go a second time. But then a horrible thought came to her, and she blurted out, “Wait, does that mean we can get lost in here?” Her stomach tightened at the idea. Lily chose the left path and began leading Angelica that way. “No, I don’t think so. It’s like, you can take different ways through, but they all go forward. I think if we got turned around we’d run into other people coming through and figure it out.” Angelica’s fears subsided at hearing this, and she found that the relief made her almost eager to face the next room. They could do this. Maybe Lily was right and she would end up having fun—or at least not hating it quite as much, if she was being realistic. She did notice at the same time, though, that she was starting to feel the need for a toilet. Hopefully if Fright Mansion used up enough floor space on branching paths, any one of the individual paths through would be foreshortened. They entered the next room, which had the look of a ransacked hospital. Fluorescent lights flickered ominously above them, and blood was smeared across the floor and walls. On the floor were several dismembered corpses, and on an examination table, a disfigured doctor was in the process of disemboweling an unfortunate victim. The two entered gingerly, glancing around at any unlit areas where they could expect someone or something to jump out at them. Suddenly, the lights blinked out for a second, and Lily gasped loudly and violently grabbed Angelica’s arm again, scaring her almost more than anything from the previous room. Angelica jumped, feeling the same shock of adrenaline surge through her body, sending prickles over all of her skin, and now also through her bladder. As the shock began to subside, she let out an irritated “Lily!” Lily merely responded with high-strung laughter as the two sidestepped their way across the room. Except at that moment, the eviscerated body on the table lurched upwards with a soulless yell, reaching out to grab the girls with blood-soaked hands. Both girls screamed and leapt backwards, and Angelica tripped on something and fell down onto a lumpy pile, with Lily, who was still gripping her arm, following right on top. As they scrambled to get to their feet again, Angelica swung her head around and saw what they had landed on. It was a pile of corpses and body parts, each mutilated in its own grotesquely creative fashion. She screamed again and frantically tried to get her feet under her, when something even worse happened. The pile of corpses began to move. With an unearthly groan, the dead bodies reached for her and Lily, trying to grab hold of them, to force the girls to join in their damned state. She could feel her mind reeling, her previous attempts at rationality rapidly dissipating as she beheld the gruesome spectacle. Her brain was at a loss to explain away what she was witnessing as simply a special effect, and instead found itself utterly under the sway of raw, primal fear. This must be why Fright Mansion was rated so highly as a haunted house. All these thoughts flew through her in a split second. In the moment, she fell backwards onto her butt, and instead of trying to get up again, found herself crawling backwards away as fast as she could. Her shoulder slammed painfully into the surgeon’s table, the jolt of pain snapping some focus back into her. She grabbed her shoulder instinctively, then spun to her left to get on her hands and knees. From there, she propelled herself upwards and forwards, toward the exit of the room. Once in the hallway, Angelica leaned against the wall and let the fear drain out of her. Her body was jittery all over, and she had to grip herself tightly to quell the shaking. As she calmed herself down, she noticed with a start that Lily hadn’t come out of the room yet. At the same time, she noticed a strange squishy feeling in her underwear. With one hand, she apprehensively reached down and felt her crotch. Her hand felt dry, but as soon as she touched herself there, it was clear that her underwear were not dry. In the intensity of terror, she must have spurted some, and she could feel her face reddening at the realization. Her thoughts went back to the pictures on the website and to the girl in the line. Were they just like her, thinking such a thing wouldn’t happen to them and only finding out they were wrong too late? Also, could some of those pictures have come not from a sudden total loss of control, but rather a series of continual leaks? Her own bladder was feeling tighter now, and she wished she could just empty it out. At this rate, she would run the risk of leaking more and more as they progressed. At that moment, Lily burst into the darkened corridor and immediately collapsed onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh of relief. Angelica hurriedly looked up from her pants and pulled her hand away, not wanting Lily to see. At least there didn’t seem to be any wet spot. Lily was laughing from the floor. “Where’d you go, Angie? You just left me in there!” Angelica started to protest, “I thought you were right behind me!” But as Lily kept laughing, it was apparent that she wasn’t upset. Unlike Angelica, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this. Angelica reached her hand down to help Lily up, wondering to herself if, in a twist of fate, it would be she who would emerge from this experience wet and Lily dry. That would be different. Even though she was used to Lily’s bladder issues by now and wasn’t fazed by them, the idea of a role reversal decidedly did not appeal to her. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if that were selfish of her or not. Either way, the quicker they got through the haunted house, the better. ~*~*~*~*~ The two friends continued through the haunted house, Lily trying to pick a route that seemed less taken to her. Angelica soon realized, regrettably, that she had been wrong in thinking that multiple paths meant a notably shorter experience. This place was apparently a lot bigger than she had given it credit, with demented scene following demented scene in a seemingly interminable fashion. By now, though, she felt more inured to the jump scares and terrifying vistas thrust upon them through differing shades of sensory overload. Not that she stopped screaming or jumping. Not in the slightest—especially not with Lily by her. Half the time Angelica felt as though she were more frightened by Lily’s screams and jumps than by what she was screaming and jumping at. She did, however, manage to keep from leaking any more, at least noticeably. It helped that she was now much more aware of the state of her bladder and focused on staying in control. Unfortunately, this was only in part due to vigilance. It was also because as they progressed, her need to pee kept increasing gradually. She was not in a hurry to broadcast that information, however. Looking over at Lily, Angelica wondered if she was in a similar situation. She did seem nervous and…bouncy…but that could easily be chalked up to jitters or excitement from being in a haunted house. Neither of them had had a lot to drink, so Lily probably didn’t have to go very much. Then why did she herself need to go as badly as she did? Could nerves make your kidneys overproduce? As they exited the most recent area (a nightmarish and oppressive industrial complex straight out of a slasher flick or Alien film), Angelica rubbed her thighs up and down. Surely they were nearing the end, but the longer it took, the more urgent the signals from her bladder became. If she could only know how much further relief would be, it would help. But this waiting…especially when every room was an exercise in mental—and vesical—fortitude. This corridor had a bend at the end, and a dim red light could be seen from around the corner. Upon turning, it revealed itself as an EXIT sign above a steel fire door labeled “EMERGENCY EXIT” in large letters, though with numerous additions of fine print below. For a brief moment, Angelica considered just plowing through the door and admitting how much she had to pee. Come what may, at least that way she’d get the whole experience behind her. But she quickly dismissed the thought. No. She was in control, and she could stay in control. She breathed deeply. No matter what kinds of monstrous entities awaited them in whatever hellish setting the next room held, she would not lose her grip on her bladder. When they entered the next room, however, the sudden change in tone caused both girls to start up short. Rather than any of the macabre, shocking, or gruesome settings they had been faced with up to this point, this room had nothing in it but a full-length mirror at the far end with a single recessed bulb glowing warmly over it. There wasn’t even an exit from the room that was visible. The emptiness and quiet lent the whole atmosphere a sense of eerie suspense. Both girls could feel it. Every other setting had set them on edge, waiting for something to jump out. But this one—it was so startlingly different in its feel that Angelica could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was less of an adrenaline-fueled sudden fright and more of a profound existential dread. Her bladder also began tightening again, and she had to shuffle her thighs back and forth to maintain control. Her panties were feeling uncomfortably cool against her skin from leaking before, but she didn’t want Lily to know about that. Looking over at her, she saw that Lily too seemed abnormally fidgety. Angelica leaned over to Lily and whispered to her. Somehow, this room made her afraid to raise her voice. “We passed that emergency exit in the hallway. Let’s just go back there and leave.” She hoped that Lily too would be sufficiently creeped out—and need the bathroom enough—that she would agree. Lily didn’t respond. Instead, as if in a trance, she began moving forwards, gaze fixed on the mirror. Angelica watched as Lily was drawn, in eerily slow stride, towards her reflection. She could feel her breath quickening in suspense but couldn’t make her feet move. She merely stood there watching, powerless to intervene at all. Time seemed to slow down as Lily neared the glass. Her eyes never left those of her reflection’s, which was deathly pale with a cold sweat breaking on the brow. She entered the glow of the light and finally came to a stop, still staring at herself in silence, the only sound being her frightened and shaky breathing. Angelica, on the other hand, had seemingly forgotten to breathe. Both girls waited in absolute dread, and Angelica found she had to grab her crotch with her hand as her nerves shot needles through her bladder. After what seemed like an eternity, the bulb above the mirror flickered, causing Lily to jump. Then, so suddenly as to leave her unable to react, but still clear enough to tell what was happening, there appeared behind her reflection in the mirror a dark and ghastly apparition. It was directly behind her, its vacuous face visible over her shoulder. Before she could even turn around or jump back, in one swift motion it raised its arm to her reflection’s throat and slashed it open with a long knife. Her reflection threw its head back as blood sprayed out, coating the glass. The scene was so sudden, so shocking, and so horrifying, that Lily, unlike the short shrieks of previous rooms, let out a legitimate scream. Her hands shot to her throat as she stumbled back, momentarily convinced that what she had just seen was somehow real. She reeled backwards and fell down, still screaming and alternately moving her hands to cover her face, her chest, and then her throat again. Angelica couldn’t clearly see what Lily had seen in the mirror, and so when Lily had such an extreme reaction, she too screamed and jumped. The suddenness caused another jet of urine to spurt out into her underwear, rewarming the area around her crotch before she could get it under control again. Lily now sat crumpled on the floor, her screams having subsided into terrified sobs. Angelica had never seen her so genuinely scared before and ran over to her to see if she was okay. She put her hand on Lily’s shoulder as Lily continued to bawl, her hands covering her face. She was shaking violently all over, and as Angelica knelt down to console her, she heard a new sound. A hissing noise could be heard above Lily’s crying in the quiet of the room. Angelica looked down at Lily’s pants, and immediately knew what the noise was. A wet spot had formed at Lily’s crotch and was now spreading out slowly across her thighs, turning her shorts a darker blue. The hissing was now accompanied by dribbling as the urine spread to the floor and began making a puddle. Lily was peeing her pants in sheer terror, unable to control herself. The wetness spread down over her right thigh and pooled out from there, with a separate pool emanating from her butt as her pee continued to flow through the saturated cloth and trickle out with a spatter into the puddle. Angelica found she had to stand again as the liquid spread to her knee in order to keep from getting her pants wet, too. The flow subsided fairly quickly, and Lily wiped her hand across her eyes and nose, sniffling, to clean up her face. Her other hand she was now using to hold her crotch self-consciously. Her face was red and her tears had morphed into little embarrassed hiccups. Angelica was standing next to her, her hand still on Lily’s shoulder, who was looking down at the floor. Angelica swallowed and stayed silent, not entirely sure what to say. She was sure Lily felt pretty abashed right now after her bravado earlier. Especially if she hadn’t realized how badly she apparently had had to pee. Unfortunately, just staying there wasn't helping either of them, and the fact that she was standing in a puddle of urine certainly wasn't helping Angelica's own bladder at all. Glancing at her own crotch, she saw that her second leak had left a small, one-inch wet spot. She shifted awkwardly on her feet and clenched her thighs together as she felt a tingling sensation go through her abdomen. Eventually she broke the silence, still in a whisper, “Lily, we should probably keep going. Someone else might come and find us like this.” She didn't add what she was thinking, which was that the sooner they got out, the sooner they could find a real toilet, one that wasn't their pants. Lily gave out a despondent sigh and swallowed the sob that was threatening in her throat. “I peed my pants, Angie.” Angelica wanted to be able to comfort Lily, but the fullness of her bladder was wearing down some of her patience. She nearly answered, “Yeah, and I’m about to!” Instead, she merely offered a half-hearted, “It’s okay, Lil. Look, it happens to lots of people, I’m sure.” She had to keep rubbing her legs together, as she was starting to feel tension work its way down into her thighs. Lily looked up, though not at Angelica, her face still flushed. “I know, but…I thought…I thought I had it under control. Like, I really did. And then…I—I peed my pants.” The last part came out more plaintively as she looked down again at her puddle and the tears began to flow again. Angelica crouched down next to her, briefly having to grab her crotch as she did so. Once her head was next to Lily’s, she noticed that Lily’s legs were still tightly squeezed shut and her hand firmly gripping her crotch. Could it be that she still had to go? Angelica could feel a kind of panic besetting her as she looked around the room, trying to ascertain if there were some way that would lead directly out, especially one that wouldn’t involve any human interaction. She remembered the emergency exit they had passed in the corridor. It would mean moving backwards, which ran the risk of running into other people. On the other hand, though, moving forward ran the same risk, almost certainly. Licking her lips nervously, she decided it was their best option. “Come on, Lil. Let’s go back to the exit we passed. We can find our way back to the car and just head home. I can sneak you into the house without anyone seeing.” She turned her head back towards the entrance to the room. Now that she was thinking more about being seen, she felt increasingly on edge, as if it meant that someone was right on the cusp of stumbling upon the two of them like this: one with peed shorts and the other not too far from the same. She felt an irrational sense of urgency to get out, which meshed all too well with her completely natural urgency. Lily hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently. As Angelica stood to help her up, her bladder tensed up, with prickles going all through her abdomen and thighs. She gasped quietly and clenched to stay in control. Lily moved more slowly, awkwardly shifting her weight to get a foot underneath her. As she planted it with a splish in her puddle and moved upright, the pee in her pants trickled down the backs of her legs uncomfortably, wetting the fabric and draining out from under the cuffs of her shorts and splattering down on the floor and into her socks, causing her to shut her eyes and let out a moan. Angelica could see the wetness spread all across her right thigh and down the right leg of her shorts, but mainly in a massive stain across her butt. She shifted one leg over the other and swallowed. She was going to have to find a place to get relief, and pretty fast. Once Lily was standing, Angelica quickly whispered, “Let’s go,” and grabbed her hand. The two of them stole back into the corridor, trying to be as careful and quiet as possible so as to avoid anyone who might be moving toward them. They could hear the distant sounds of the shrieks and cries of visitors over the cackles and screams of the haunted house employees, and it was difficult to distinguish between what was far away and what was possibly getting closer. Once in darkness again, Angelica made no attempt to hide her desperation and crossed and uncrossed her legs, all while bobbing up and down. Lily seemed much more in control by comparison, but she still had her hand wedged firmly between her legs. The exit was only about twenty feet back the way they came, but once they reached it, Angelica stopped short. Since it was an emergency exit—though she was feeling more and more like this really was an emergency, albeit of an entirely different kind—would it set off a fire alarm or something? That would ruin any subtlety she had dared hope for. Her eyes darted nervously over the thick metal doors, scanning for any label or warning about an alarm. There were a large number of various legal labels in very small print, which were nearly impossible to read in the dim red light of the EXIT sign over the door. Angelica resorted to pulling out her phone for light, though she still had to bend closely to the door, rubbing her thighs up and down as she did so. This, unfortunately, was not lost on Lily. In a cracking voice, she croaked out, “Do you need to go too, Angie?” Angelica knew that the more attention she drew to it, the worse it would be for both of them. In as steady a voice as she could muster, she answered curtly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Hopefully that would turn out to be true. But out of the corner of her eye she could see Lily’s hand grip harder as her legs squeezed tighter shut. Just then, there was a new outburst of shrieks from the haunted house, and it was clear that these ones were undeniably very close. Both girls jumped and cried out, and Lily briefly shoved her other hand into her groin as well. The sound they heard could only mean one thing: the arrival of a group of people was imminent. The shrieks had by now died away and turned into loud laughs and conversation, drawing nearer, just around the corner. Angelica had been trying to be thorough when checking the door for any warnings, but since she had found none so far, in a panic she now threw caution to the wind and forcefully barged through it, yanking Lily along by her arm with a yelp as she did so. The door’s strong hinges caused it to slam loudly behind them, no doubt extremely obviously to the people coming down the corridor, but at least they hadn’t been seen. Angelica blew out a sigh of temporary relief, her breath now creating a cloud of mist in the cold air, only now noticing that her breathing had subconsciously quickened with apprehension. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to assess where they were. The emergency exit clearly could not have been used much, as they now found themselves in a seemingly deserted alleyway lined with trash bags and litter and only dimly lit with a small bulb or two attached to the walls on either side. The alley ran between two otherwise featureless brick buildings for what looked like a city block. Angelica guessed that one direction would lead to nearby the entrance to Fright Mansion, though it was hard to tell which way. Well, either one would have to bring them back to civilization eventually, and the sooner, the better. She rubbed her arms up and down with the cold, rubbing her thighs together as she did so, and said, “Come on. Let’s try to find our way back.” Lily didn’t move. Although she had seemed impervious to the cold before, she was now trembling like a leaf in the wind. She was still holding herself with both hands, and Angelica realized that her wet shorts must now be very cold indeed. She gently put an arm around Lily to try to lead her along. Lily began making mincing steps down the alley. Angelica tried to pull harder, just enough for Lily to walk a little faster, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. She could feel annoyance rising up inside her, bolstered by her swollen bladder. Can we go any faster, please? Some of us still have to use the bathroom! She cleared her throat and said, as calmly as she could, “Let’s try to get there quickly.” She was surprised as these words caused Lily to do the opposite and instead stop short. A spike of frustration shot through Angelica, combined with one of urgency in her bladder. She turned, having to quickly cross her legs as she did so, and asked, “What’s wrong, Lil? Let’s go!” Lily’s face was turned down, but Angelica could see tears welling up in her eyes again. Her teeth were chattering as she managed, “I…I still have to go, Angie.” She started squeezing her thighs together and bending and unbending her legs. Seeing this did not help Angelica. As the dry one, it was up to her to be strong. She quickly retorted, “Me too. Let’s hurry up and find a bathroom.” She swiveled back toward the end of the alleyway when she suddenly gasped and jumped. Three men were now standing in their path. All three were tall and imposing, wearing dark jackets and jeans. Where had they come from? They must have been sitting or standing in the shadows until now. Why were they in the alleyway? Were they drug dealers? Angelica could feel her heartrate rising. Once they saw that Angelica had seen them, a dark smile came over the face of the one in the middle. He began walking menacingly toward the two girls, and the other two followed suit. Angelica backed away for two or three steps, then seized Lily’s arm and turned to bolt in the other direction. Almost as soon as she had, she stopped up short with a little scream as she now saw three more men coming towards them on that end. They were surrounded. Maybe they could make a break for the emergency exit? But no, it was the kind of door that couldn’t be opened from the outside—and besides, by now the men had already passed it and stood between it and the two girls. Angelica backed Lily up against the wall and instinctively stood in front of her. The men in turn filled in the space across from them to form a semicircle of leering smiles and dark gazes. They stood there, staring down at the two terrified friends, and waited. Other than making an occasional threatening chuckle, none of them spoke. Angelica felt her heart beating faster and faster and her breathing doing likewise. Her throat felt like it was constricting as she turned her head rapidly every which way, trying to spot an opening between the men, a way out, anything. She could feel her body breaking out in a cold sweat and her bladder began tightening against her will. As if on cue, she heard a whimper from behind her, followed by a loud trickling and splashing as Lily, overcome with fright again, released the rest of the contents of her bladder unwillingly into her shorts. Angelica didn’t dare shift her gaze from their would-be attackers, but imagined that Lily’s puddle was probably spreading out to her own shoes. Shooting pains like shocks of electricity pulsed through her lower abdomen, and her panic increased as she thought that she was not very far off from joining Lily. An adrenaline-fueled bubble of pure fear began swelling up inside her as a scream built in her throat. All her hair was now standing on end, and she felt sure that if she didn’t scream, she would probably puke. For the first time, as if he could read her mind, the presumed leader of this sick group spoke. With a sadistic smile on his face, he merely stated in a menacingly cool voice, “Go ahead. Scream. It’s Halloween—who’s going to pay any attention?” As quickly as it had built, the scream died away in Angelica’s throat. Awful realization settled upon her with a shudder that went from her head slowly, dreadfully, all the way down to her feet. He was right. No one would save them. A sense of desperate self-preservation pierced to the surface of Angelica’s mind and a scream tried to come anyway; but she found herself frozen with fear and unable to work her vocal cords. The only sound that came out was a feeble rasping croak. She was powerless to do anything to stop whatever was about to happen. The worst terror she had ever experienced in her life washed over her and settled into every nerve of Angelica’s being. She could feel all the color drain out of her face and tears start to spill out of her eyes as her lower lip trembled and let a whimper slip out. She was shaking all over, but was rooted to the spot in fear, numbness taking over her body. As she continued to shed hot, scared tears, she noticed that she could no longer feel any pain in her bladder. At the same time, she began to be vaguely aware of a faint burning sensation in her crotch. As the sensation gradually pierced the fog of her mind, she began to also be aware of two other things. The first was a distant noise like pouring water. The second was that the man smiling evilly in front of her was no longer looking her in the eye, but rather down at her legs. Despite her fear, Angelica instinctively followed his gaze down to her legs as well. Her breath caught in a gasp as she saw a large wet patch around her crotch and down her thighs, spreading down to her inner right calf and pooling from the cuff of her jeans onto the concrete. There was already a sizeable puddle from Lily’s accident spreading to her shoe, but now she was adding copiously to it. The wetness around her crotch was dark and shiny as Angelica continued to pee helplessly in pure terror. Staring down at herself as she continued to have an accident in her pants, Angelica tried in vain to clench off the flow and regain control. It was no use. Fear had taken control of her body, and she could do nothing to stop it. Her bladder kept draining out its contents of its own accord for nearly twenty seconds. Angelica could see the wetness spread down her left leg as well and could feel it saturate the fabric in the back of her jeans widely underneath her butt. As it poured down her thighs, her urine broke off into multiple streams as well, spraying out from her legs and directly from her crotch, spattering noisily in the puddle and over her tennis shoes. She was still unable to move, but simply watched herself go to the bathroom on herself, gasping. Then, the completely unexpected happened. The men watching her started laughing. Not the sadistic, malevolent laugh of a predator inflicting suffering on a victim, but the goofy, immature laugh of a group of dudebros making fart jokes. As Angelica looked up, wide-eyed and apprehensive, she could see the men all guffawing, pointing, and high-fiving each other. For a moment, she thought she must be going crazy. Was any of this really happening? But then, all at the same time, as if they had practiced it, each of the six men unzipped their jackets and opened them up, revealing underneath them the Fright Mansion staff T-shirt. As the understanding dawned on Angelica that this whole thing had been a massive prank, she could feel her thoughts and feelings tumbling over and over inside her, unable to sort themselves out. Fear was dissipating into relief, but relief was soured by embarrassment, which made her fear stop turning into relief and instead turn into anger, which then created disbelief, which only made her embarrassment worse and made her just want to cry. The look on her face must have conveyed this hodgepodge of emotions fairly clearly, as the men took one look at her face and burst out laughing afresh before turning and swaggering down the alleyway, still snickering and slapping each other on the back. One shouted over his shoulder, “Happy Halloween!” which evoked a whole new gale of cackles from the rest of them, and then they were gone. Angelica stood there, stunned. The whole thing was just a practical joke? They had made her undergo the single most traumatic experience of her life…for a laugh? Outrage surged up inside her, making her face flush and tears well up in her eyes again. There was no way that could be legal! Surely they could call the police, or sue, or something? As her temper flared to a fever pitch, though, she had to swallow back the bile rising in her throat as her anger found itself immediately thwarted by a crucial point. What would they say? As she thought back, she realized that the men had never touched either of them, or even made a move to. They hadn’t even said anything threatening. They had merely stood around them and looked frightening. Probably if she had bolted with Lily, they would have just let them pass by. The more Angelica tried to figure out how she could make them pay, the more helpless she felt, recognizing that she had no grounds for legal action. The men could merely say they were in the alleyway at the same time as the girls and that they didn’t do anything to them—and they would be right. Moreover, there were more of them, and they could corroborate their story better. Even Fright Mansion could simply claim that the whole point of a haunted house is to scare people. These men probably just saw an opportunity to mess with anyone coming out of the emergency exit, even though it was an incredibly, incredibly tasteless prank. As she felt increasingly helpless, it only made her angrier, especially since it meant that all it took for her to pee herself in terror was a group of guys to stand there and look at her—and they all saw it. Anger mixed with embarrassment and helplessness inside her, making her gut roil with emotions. Her adrenaline was abating, and she felt sweaty, shaky all over, and very, very cold. Her intestines were still doing flip-flops inside her, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to take a step, but her legs were too wobbly and she instead ended up falling against the brick wall. Lily’s voice could be heard behind her, sounding small. “Are you okay, Angie?” She felt Lily’s hand reach out and touch her shoulder. But she was still on the verge of vomiting, and her skin was crawling, so the sudden touch made her shudder and shake it off. Nausea churned in her stomach, and she suddenly found herself releasing her remaining urine into her pants, rewarming her panties. Then her insides clenched, and she violently doubled over, retching. She dry heaved once, then twice, and on the third time, her bowels seized up and forced a log of poop out between her butt cheeks, smushing inside her soaked panties and bulging her pants out in the seat before squelching out across her rear end. Angelica’s mouth opened wide in a stunned O. She kept breathing in and out, in and out, slowly regaining control of her body. With tentative apprehension, she touched her hands to the back of her pants to assess the damage. Unfortunately, as she did so, she did a half turn, inadvertently pointing her bottom in Lily’s direction. No sooner had Lily seen the massive brown bulge on Angelica’s pants than she gave a little gasp, then clutched her own stomach. Her eyes suddenly went wide and both hands flew to her own butt, and she squeaked out, “Oh no…not again…” The next thing Angelica heard was Lily letting out a wet fart, and then a nauseating squishing sound. Slowly, with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder incredulously at Lily, whose face was twitching, almost as if she were about to laugh. But then Lily tensed up and groaned, and another wet squelch came out as she too lost control and crapped herself, her soaked blue shorts sagging under the weight of her load. Angelica faced forward again and squared her shoulders. They should have just stayed home. ~Aftermath~ Since both girls’ underwear were now not only wet but also full of poop, the going was slow back to Angelica’s car. They had to waddle uncomfortably along, since every movement squished the poop around unpleasantly, spreading out over their butt cheeks and up between them in both directions. Moreover, the wet material of their pants was beginning to chafe. Angelica’s plan to sneak Lily into the house was complicated by the fact that now both of them had had accidents. Originally she had thought she could go in first, make sure the coast was clear, and then hurriedly rush Angelica in also. She would have been able to lock herself in the bathroom and clean up, while Angelica would have made sure her dirty clothes were surreptitiously spirited away. But now—now they would have to improvise. As they reached the car, the first question was how they would sit in it with such thoroughly soiled clothes. Thankfully, Angelica had parked far enough away from Fright Mansion that there were neither many people passing by nor much light, so they had some breathing room while doing so. Unfortunately, it was Angelica’s parents’ car, not her own, and they kept it impressively free of clutter. After looking in the trunk and the back seat, the best she could find was a single plastic bag. After some arguing, it was agreed upon that Angelica would sit on the plastic bag, since she had to drive, and Lily would kneel on the floor on the passenger side. As long as they didn’t get pulled over or get into an accident (heh), Lily would be fine. At first, she tried to protest, but when Angelica pointed out that at least she wouldn’t have to sit in her mess, she relented. The drive home was uneventful, with minimal conversation. Despite the cold, they had to keep the windows down to let the smell out. Angelica tried to maintain a lighter exterior in their chatting, as it seemed to help both of them feel better. Inside, however, her mind was still fixed on what had happened. She inwardly resolved, first of all, to make sure to get both her and Lily some pepper spray. Let’s see those troglodytes laugh while choking on that! On the other hand, as angry as she was, she also realized that it could have been much, much worse, if the men had actually meant them harm. Glancing over at Lily, she realized with a grim realism that as they both grew older and more exposed to the real world, Lily’s happy-go-lucky, carefree nature would only make her more vulnerable to evil people. The two of them would have to cast off their naïveté and be prepared for the bad and ugly side of life. Once home, both girls delicately maneuvered themselves out of the car, and Angelica picked up the plastic bag with the tips of her fingers and slid it inside the garbage bin, down the side where it wouldn’t be seen by anyone taking out the trash. The house was still lit up, and they paused for a moment to decide their plan. Angelica didn’t want to be caught with peed and soiled pants, remembering her mom’s reaction the previous year when she had found Angelica waiting by the car at the harvest festival with drenched jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear. Though she had tried to be understanding about it, the look on her mom’s face had been incredibly embarrassing for Angelica, and one she did not wish to see again. Eventually it was decided that if they slipped in quickly through the side door and ran, they could make it up the stairs before Angelica’s parents, who were most likely in the living room, could come out to see them. Then they could hide out in Angelica’s room until the coast was clear to go to the bathroom and clean up. Since Patrick and his friend would be on the same floor, they would have to avoid being seen by them as well. Hearts beating quickly, on the count of three the girls executed their plan of action. It went exactly as predicted: Angelica’s mom heard them come in, started to venture out from the living room, but was not in time to catch them before they had dashed up the stairs and locked themselves in Angelica’s room. During the run, Lily found she had had to cup her butt with her hands to keep any poop from falling out due to the jostling. Once there, they ventured one at a time into the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas, wrapping their soiled clothing in plastic bags and discreetly smuggling it out of the bathroom. Both girls tacitly agreed that there would be no saving the clothes, and they would simply have to quietly deposit them in the garbage where they wouldn’t be found. For now, the shameful packages were stowed in the back corner of Angelica’s closet. The girls bedded down, neither one feeling much energy for conversation. Angelica let Lily have her bed, while she unrolled a sleeping bag on the floor. Worn out from their earlier ordeal, they quickly slipped into deep slumber. In the middle of the night, however, Angelica was woken with a start by an unsettling sound. It was similar to a yell, but it didn’t sound entirely human. As she sat bolt upright in her sleeping bag, taking a few moments to recollect where she was, she listened, trying to figure out what had caused the noise. She could hear Lily moving about in the bed. Had she been woken up too? But then a new sound filled her ears, similar to the one that had woken her up. It was coming from Lily. Angelica pulled open the sleeping bag and clambered over to the bed where Lily lay. Lily was thrashing about in her sleep and moaning, letting out louder wails at times. That was what made the sound so odd—it was like a cry of terror, but not awake. Concerned, Angelica seized Lily by the shoulders and shook, loudly whispering “Lily! Wake up!” She looked at the digital clock face on the nightstand and read “1:13.” Down the hallway, she could hear the muffled sounds of Patrick and his friend still laughing and loudly talking as they played their video game. She shook harder as Lily continued to writhe about, and then suddenly Lily’s eyes flew open and she stared directly at Angelica, fear plastered on her face. A moment later she flung her arms around Angelica and buried her face in her shirt, breathing heavily. “Oh, Angie, I had a nightmare. It was awful, Angie.” She sounded almost on the verge of tears. “It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re awake now. It’s okay.” Angelica tried to calm Lily down as she hugged her tight, feeling how damp her pajama shirt was with sweat. “Was it…about what happened tonight?” Lily shook her head and pulled away. Her voice was still shaky. “No, but it was here. We were here in this room, but there was—there was something in the hall closet. I knew it was there, but you, you wouldn’t listen. It was some kind of…horrible, horrible…something. I don’t know. Some kind of a demon or something. You wouldn’t listen, and I kept trying to tell you ‘No! Don’t open the closet!’ But you just kept going to open it, and…” Lily shuddered. “I can’t even describe it. I was just so scared, though. I think in my dream, I was so scared that I started…peeing my pants…” As she said it, her face went red and she trailed off, looking down at herself. With a sudden suspicion of the worst, Angelica reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp, then threw back the covers of the bed. There, between Lily’s legs, was a twelve-inch wet patch. It reached from around her crotch down the middle of her thighs and filled in the space between them in an oval-shaped stain on the sheets—Angelica’s sheets. Angelica’s mouth fell open, half out of astonishment and half to protest, when she noticed something else. Right at her crotch, Lily’s pajama pants were not only dark with urine, but still shiny. In addition, the sheets right under her crotch not only were wet, but also had a puddle in them. A puddle which was growing. Lily was still peeing. Angelica let out an upset “Oh, Lil!” which started with a sympathetic tone but ended frustrated. Wasn’t one accident enough for one night? But now, to be wetting her bed? Still wetting her bed? Lily looked up, face red with shame. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she kept saying, but she seemed unable to stop peeing her pants—and Angelica’s sheets. She wedged both hands in her crotch, the material letting out a squelch as she did so, but her urine merely sprayed through her fingers. The puddle grew another inch or so in diameter before the flow tapered off. Angelica blew her hair out of her eyes and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. Of all the issues with incontinence that Lily had, now bedwetting had to be included as well? Also, seeing Lily’s pajama pants totally sopping with pee made Angelica all the more aware of the fact that her bladder too had filled up in the night. She bounced back and forth from foot to foot, knowing that she should go use the bathroom before going back to sleep. For now, though, they had to take care of this mess. “I’ll go get a new sheet and a towel. We can put the towel over the wet spot on the mattress and the sheet over it. You should probably change out of your pajamas, Lil. You can wear a pair of my underwear.” Angelica realized she was using her no-nonsense tone again, one that often came out post-accident. She turned to get the linens from the hall closet. Lily cried out in a small voice, “No! No, Angie, not the closet.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, almost a whine. Angelica stopped and faced Lily again, irritated at the interruption. She rubbed her thighs together. “What’s wrong, Lily? I told you, I need to change the sheet on the bed.” And then go pee! In the light from the beside lamp, Angelica could see Lily’s face. Her expression was no longer one of embarrassment, but rather of terror. Realization dawned on Angelica, and she looked again at the hall closet as she remembered Lily’s description of her nightmare and of the unspeakable horror that lay therein. Turning back towards Lily, she spoke again, in a softer voice. “It’s okay. I just need to get the towel and sheets. There’s nothing in the closet. It’s okay.” When Lily’s facial expression remained the same, she added, “Here, I’ll show you.” Angelica took the last step to the closet and faced Lily with a compassionate smile as she used her right hand to pull open the door. Once it was all the way open, she turned back towards the closet to get what she needed, her eyes adjusting to the dark. As they did so, she suddenly gave a gasp and jumped back, feeling a spurt of pee jet into her panties as she did so. There was something in the closet. Eyes wide and pupils dilated, Angelica stood still a moment with bated breath before tentatively reaching in to investigate. Whatever it was, in the dark it had looked vaguely like the form of a person standing in the back against the wall. Angelica’s hand stretched out slowly to find out what it was, and in the process, bumped against the shelf on the inside wall of the closet. As it did so, it knocked down a box of clothespins, which fell to the floor with a jarring crash. Angelica yelped again, looking down at the source of the sound. As she looked up again, she saw in a split second something that made adrenaline shoot through her body. The thing was rushing towards her. With a scream, Angelica fell backwards onto her butt on the floor. Now that it had lunged forwards and stood there, towering over her, the dark figure could be seen by the light of the lamp in the room. Angelica stared up at the horrifying sight and kept screaming. It was a man, but with a hideously scarred face. The skin that clung to his emaciated cheekbones was ashen and sickly-looking. The mouth was too wide to be normal, and looked as if it had been sliced open like a nightmarish Cheshire cat. One eye dangled from its socket by viscera, and blood seeped out of the gaping hole. To top it off, the jaw was open wider than humanly possible, fixed in a noiseless feral howl. Angelica screamed and screamed, sitting on the floor, back up against the wall. Lily also shrieked at Angelica’s reaction, covering her face with the bedspread and releasing her remaining urine into the mattress. Angelica sat there, screaming yet unable to move as this monster stared down at her, and realized that she too had lost bladder control in her fright. Right away, Angelica felt her panties grow hot and moist from her pee. As her bladder clenched up in fear, she found that her body was not only releasing its urine, but actively expelling it. Her pee sprayed forcefully into her underwear, rapidly saturating her pajama bottoms. Gravity was causing the liquid to pool underneath her rear end, but as her bladder tightened, the pressure of her pee caused it to actually spray upwards in an arc from her crotch. It splattered over her thighs and the carpet, and she could feel her butt growing uncomfortably warm as a puddle spread out around it. Angelica’s body forced her to void her bladder of every drop in pure terror. She had stopped screaming, but couldn’t stop wetting herself until she was empty. By the time she was done, her thighs were wet down to her knees from her pee stream, and there was a sizeable puddle around her bottom, darkening the carpet. As the grip of fear loosened on Angelica and clarity began to return to her brain, she realized that the awful being leering over her was not moving at all. Moreover, a closer look at the features revealed that the whole thing was nothing more than a life-sized Halloween decoration, albeit a very detailed one. As this fact dawned on her, she noticed something else—a chorus of loud laughter coming down the hall from Patrick’s room. Turning her head that direction, she saw Patrick and his friend coming out into the hall, guffawing loudly. Angelica’s jaw dropped as she figured out what had happened—Patrick had put the zombie mannequin in the closet to scare whoever opened the door, and by bumping the shelf, Angelica had accidentally caused the dummy to fall towards her. Even now, it was only staying up by leaning against the doorjamb. Patrick pointed at his sister and gave a gleeful “Gotcha, Ange! Haha, that was great! That was seriously the best reaction. Ah, wow, I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of that.” As he spoke, Angelica self-consciously moved her hands to cover her groin, instinctively trying to hide the evidence of her accident from her older brother. This was the second time in twenty-four hours that a practical joke had made her wet herself. Patrick watched her, the light in his eyes changing for a moment to confusion as he tried to decipher what she was doing. Then the look on his face lit up, and Angelica knew it had clicked in his brain. He began laughing again, this time so hard that he no longer made any sound and his face turned cherry red. His friend stood there, trying to ask him what was so funny, but Patrick was laughing too hard to answer. Instead, he motioned weakly towards Angelica with one hand, his other hand gripping his stomach as he doubled over in a raucous fit of hilarity with tears streaming down his face. Angelica could feel her face reddening, and she punched Patrick in the thigh from where she was sitting. It only had the effect of causing him to stagger backward slightly. As the heat of embarrassment crawled up her neck—combining with the warmth of her urine around her bottom—she knew the only thing left that she could do was to try to get to her feet quickly and retreat to her room. To her dismay, as she did so, her left foot landed with an unpleasant squish in the rapidly cooling puddle she had left in the carpet, causing her to wince. To make matters worse, as she turned away, her soaking wet butt faced in the direction of Patrick and his friend. The material was clearly drenched in a large round stain across her entire rear end, clinging to her skin and accentuating her panty line. Seeing this, Patrick laughed even harder, throwing his head back and putting a hand over his eyes, and his friend realized what had happened and joined in with Patrick. Angelica stepped briskly into her room and slammed the door behind her wet behind, not looking back. She knew that all the noise had undoubtedly attracted the attention of her parents, and that her mom was surely coming to investigate now. She hung her head as she realized that she would once again have to be faced with her mother’s look of disappointment and astonishment upon finding her daughter with peed pants again. At least this time she could blame someone for it.
  6. 4 points
    The first thing that fascinated me about wetting was when I was about six or seven and my sister, who was in second grade at the time, told us that her classmate peed in her pants. The way she talked about it made it seem like her classmate had an accident, but also that the girl liked it. At that time I thought it was some fun little secret thing to do, so I would sometimes pee a little in my favorite red shorts. Some time passed and the idea was still there. I would sometimes think about that girl and imagine her in the front of the classroom, standing at the board, wearing red shorts, peeing and smirking. It was enough of a fantasy for a long time. My mom babysat for these two kids, and the girl, Sarah, we'll call her, was my age and we became friends. It was wintertime, and Sarah and I wanted to play outside in the snow. She didn't have any layers to bundle up in to stay warm, so I let her borrow some off my clothes. Skip past the snow angels and forts and snow all fights and stuff... After Sarah had gone home it was time to gather the snow-wet clothes and bring them to the washer. I noticed the smell. Sarah had peed in her (my) pants. And why not? I thought. The snow made them wet, so pee could make them wet too and no body would really notice. It was this that made me think back on my sister's little classmate who also pees her pants. Side note, the pee pants were red, just like my pee shorts from when I was little. So after that I began finding other places to pee. I know that it is terrible now, but one of the first places that I used to pee a lot was in a church bathroom because the floor was carpeted and the color was dark enough to hide wetness.
  7. 3 points

    From the album: Digital art

    AkenoSama was kind enought to suggest this comic. Cherry buys a lock and shows it to Laura, who tells her about her experience with Dottie. Finally after some pleading both of them decide to take part in the challenge. Will any of them manage to stay dry ??
  8. 3 points
    Desperate Destiny Destiny sat wearing her green top and oversized green bow in her hair as agreed. She nervously sipped at her lemonade. Blind date number 6. Was it an omen she wondered or could this one actually be legitimate, attractive and interesting? He couldn’t be as boring as number 1, or as sleazy as number two, or as smelly and scruffy as number 3. Number 4 at least tried but then he’d left for the bathroom, never returned and left her to pay the bill. Number 5 was a no show and number 6...well so far he was five minutes late and counting! Maybe her friends were right and internet dating was doomed to fail? Well she was here now and this man had ten more minutes and if he didn’t contact her or appear she was deleting the app and giving up. She was already half way through her lemonade anyway. She looked around before tinkering with her phone to distract herself. Then a tap on her shoulder sent shivers down her full body. Destiny turned and immediately felt the shadow of someone behind her. His shoes were smart, he had smart black trousers on, a casual but smart jumper with a v neck and shirt beneath and...the most natural welcoming smile she could ever recall. He put his hand out to shake hers as she rose from her seat to face him, aware he wasn’t much taller than she was. ‘Sorry I’m a little later than planned. Every single light was red! I’m Fraser by the way but pretty sure you’ve worked that out. You look way more beautiful than your profile picture by the way. Wow!’ ‘Hi. Emmm thanks. I quite liked that profile pic too haha!’ Emma gestured to Fraser to sit but he asked if she wanted anything more to drink first. ‘I’ll stick to another lemonade if that’s ok. Thanks.’ ‘I’ll be right back!’ Destiny looked at Fraser standing at the bar and mentally ticked some boxes in her head. He seemed friendly. Tick. Genuine? So far at least. Tick. Sexy? His smile absolutely and there was definitely something about his think Scottish accent too. Tick. Generous? Well he hadn’t asked her for money for the drinks so that was a start. Good company? She’d find that out soon enough. Nerves made her hands shake a little and seeing Fraser at the bar ordering made her throat dry so Destiny gulped down the last of her lemonade and looked at the all too familiar menu. She knew this pub well but even familiar places could seem strange on your first date she thought. Just then Fraser returned with the drinks. He took his coat off and hung it neatly over the chair before sitting down. ‘Saw you looking at the menu there. Anything you fancy? I saw the special on the board when I was at the bar and the home made steak pie sounds amazing. Makes me think of home!’ ‘Sounds perfect. There’s usually quite quick at taking your order here.’ Sure enough less than five minutes later and two steak pies, chips and vegetables were on order and Fraser and Destiny continued their conversation. Destiny was somewhat surprised at how easy to talk to Fraser was and Fraser was equally surprised how ‘ordinary’ and lovely Destiny was. Wether it was nerves or a desire to please each other or something else again neither knew, but without thought or effort both had their hands around their drinks and sipped almost simultaneously as they chatted. So far so good thought Destiny, and unbeknown to her Fraser was having a lovely time too. The food arrived and Destiny was surprised when the waitress asked if they wanted any more drinks. It was only then she noticed she’d somehow almost finished her second glass already. ‘Do you sell Irn Bru at all?’ Fraser asked smiling. ‘As a matter of fact we do sir. It’s surprisingly popular here. Ordinary or diet sir?’ ‘Oh ordinary please.’ ‘And mam?’ ‘Oh I think a water please thanks’ ‘Fizzy or still mam?’ ‘Oh still would be great thanks’. The meal looked delicious and as Destiny began cutting hers up she couldn’t help but snigger when Fraser joked ‘she never asked if you wanted your drink diet. Honestly, you can’t get the staff round here!’ Funny? She could tick that now too. So far at least. The evening continued well until around half way through eating when Destiny felt a cool breeze from the door which sent a shiver down her body and through her bladder and she moved in her seat subconsciously. She smiled nervously at Fraser, ignored the twinge and carried on eating. The chips and vegetables were salty and Destiny was glad of the refreshing water. Fraser seemed to be enjoying his, even commenting that it was as good as his mums and he winked as he said it which Destiny found surprisingly sexy. Date number six was much better than expected. She wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere. Dinner turned to pudding then tea and coffee and before Destiny was aware she’d consumed a full pint of lemonade, half a pint of water and a mug of tea! Time was passing quickly and she was in no hurry to leave Fraser with his ginger hair and deep brown eyes. She swung her legs under the table determined her stupid bladder wouldn’t ruin her best date so far. If Fraser excused himself for a comfort break she would too but she wasn’t going to be the first to break away. Absolutely not. The pub was getting busier and louder as a major match played on large TV’s and Fraser suggested they find a quieter corner to sit. Destiny knew she should have piped up something similar to ‘that would be lovely. I’ll just nip to the ladies first’ or something similar, but Fraser was too mesmerising, too exciting even, to leave. She’d go as soon as they parted. Yes that would be fine. They moved together to a snug couch by a fire. Romantic, quieter, but much further from the ladies. Fraser suggested another cup of tea and despite her already full bladder Destiny nodded and smiled. With Fraser at the bar she crossed her legs and pulled her knees towards her. She was bursting and thought about slipping to the loo while Fraser was not looking but she didn’t want to leave her bag, coat and Fraser’s coat unattended nor did she like the idea of Fraser returning and finding her away. She circled her foot and tightened her muscles and smiled as Fraser turned towards her and winked. Goodness he was stunning in the light of the pub and even the laughter and chatter of strangers seemed to somehow feel special as Destiny realised she actually really liked Fraser and absolutely wanted to date him again. The coffee table was low and bending to reach her tea squeezed against Destiny’s bladder and she quietly moaned. She didn’t want to show it but her body was absolutely desperate for release though pride prevented her excusing herself. ‘You ok?’ ‘Yeah fine.’ The tea was delicious but Destiny’s bladder just couldn’t stretch so she sat bolt upright, tense and concentrating rather than drinking. ‘You’ve gone quiet. Have I upset you?’ Fraser reached over towards Destiny and hugged her lightly. ‘If I’m boring you it’s ok. Just say.’ ‘No. No. Not at all. Just thinking.’ That was the truth really. She was thinking about how to politely excuse herself and how she could get to the ladies dry. But she couldn’t say that on a first date. She bit her lip, shifted on the seat and tensed her back more. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat formed on her forehead. It took all her effort to hold her bladder closed. ‘Please don’t feel you can’t say Destiny. We’ve had a lovely evening. Well I definitely have. You are great company. You are beautiful, intelligent and interesting. I would love to meet up again. So if something is bothering you I think honestly is definitely the best policy. ‘ It was all Destiny could do to whisper. Every last ounce of her energy was reserved for holding back the huge flood inside her. Her arms folded around her bladder as if hugging herself and she bent forward with a tear in her eye. Fraser put his arm around her and his head down towards hers and whispered. ‘Whatever it is it’s ok. I don’t bite.’ Destiny fidgeted before gasping as another spasm pushed through her body. ‘It’s just...it’s just...I’ve drank too much sorry. I should have...oh Good God above...’ Destiny pushed her bum as far back into the seat as she could and pressed a hand tight into her crotch pulling her coat over herself to cover it up while her head faced down to avoid seeing Fraser who was hugging her in concern. In a broken whisper she bravely but reluctantly confessed: ‘I should have gone at dinner. I should have gone before we moved over here. I’ve had to go for so so long. Now it’s an emergency. I am so so so desperate now. I think I’m going to pee my pants.’ Fraser kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. He whispered back: ‘Oh my sweet Destiny. My dear darling desperate Destiny.’ He slipped his hand under her coat and over her own in her crotch area as he used his other hand to tenderly lift her chin and kiss her lovingly on the lips whilst gently pressing his hand over her own between her legs. A current washed over Destiny as their lips met. She wanted more. So much more. But first she had to pee. Urgently. ‘I shan’t hold you any longer my precious desperate Destiny. I don’t want you upset. But hurry back. I’ll be right here waiting for you.’ His words enticed her like crazy but the pounding from her vagina was intensive and relentless too. She tied her coat around her waist to hide any wetness and ran to the ladies as she felt her knickers dampen. Fraser looked on with his own legs crossed in a vain attempt to hide his erection. He liked what he’d seen tonight and he wanted more again. He hadn’t planned to get a beautiful girl so close to wetting herself but he couldn’t believe his luck that it had happened. It might not be entirely appropriate to do what he wanted with Destiny tonight but he resolved to excuse himself briefly for the gents when Destiny returned. Assuming he could wait that long that was.
  9. 3 points
    So this site and another (which I'll name in a moment) are a rarity for me, as my internet prevents me from accessing sites that may have pornography or other erotic material on them. Oddly this doesn't include twitter, this site, or... https://iabdl.com/ I'm surprised I haven't seen any reference to iabdl.com on this site. Which makes me wonder if maybe their content or methods are disapproved of or shunned. I'm not totally sure. If said site is, I apologize for bring it up. If not, I thought I'd share it with folks here. It has male and female wetting and messing. Both in their clothes and diapers. It has anime styled videos. I'm not sure of the genre or subcategory. It even separates nude and non-nude which I thought was an interesting way of categorizing. I also considered farming it for videos that I haven't seen on Omorashi, but I hate taking credit for it. Unfortunately not all of the videos are free. Many are, but every once in a while I come across one that requires a subscription. Anyways, enjoy.
  10. 3 points
    As promised, here is chapter two. Enjoy. :) 2. Harvest Festival The air was cool, and continually breezy, wafting scents of wood fires, pressed apples, and hot chocolate, and making the multicolored leaves on the grass dance. The low angle of the sun belied how early in the afternoon it actually was, and the cloudless sky too gave a false impression of how crisp the temperature truly was. The car was driving almost due west, causing the sun to fall directly on the faces of its passengers. Even in autumn, the sunlight was hot inside the car, so the windows were cracked open to let the rich coolness balance out the interior. The lovely smells from outside commingled with the mouth-watering aroma of three fresh pies carefully stationed in the back seat. Angelica unzipped her green fleece jacket as the sun was too warm on it, then reached back and adjusted her long brown braid. The harvest festival was one of her favorite events of the year, and a great way to hang out with friends from school, since everyone was back from summer by now. The car ride was oddly quiet, though, since Angelica’s big brother Patrick was away at college. His absence lent the experience a shade of nostalgic melancholy. Angelica’s mother spoke. “So, Ange, will any of your friends be at the festival?” Angelica could tell it was just an attempt at conversation, but she welcomed it. “Oh yeah. I think most of them. I think that Tina and Lou are coming, and Linda and Brian and Jackie said they would try. Oh, and maybe Shane.” Brian was the newest friend on that list, having just transferred to her school this year. She had intentionally inserted his name in the middle, trying very hard not to draw attention to it by putting him either first or last. The truth was, almost ever since they first met, Angelica had had a crush on him. He was one grade ahead of her, but polite, well-liked, and super cute. Every time he smiled it made her feel fluttery inside. Part of her resented feeling like that, wanting to flatter herself by imagining that she was above such childish whims of emotion, but that part was always noticeably absent whenever Brian himself was around. The car pulled onto the grass parking field for Collins Farms, where the harvest festival was taking place. After stepping out and stretching their legs, Angelica helped her mom take the pies out of the back seat and carry them to the pavilion where the homemade goods competition would be taking place. They seemed to have arrived on the cusp of the main influx of people. There were others all around them making their way to the farm’s entrance, and the field was rapidly filling up with cars. After a brief wait in line, both Angelica and her mom were given yellow bracelets for all-day access and directed to the pavilion. It was only a short walk from the main entrance, but enough for Angelica to get a good look at a number of the attractions present. There were pavilions where food and drink were sold, a wooden building which acted as the farm’s gift shop, temporary carnival rides set up which consisted of a Ferris wheel, tilt-a-whirl, and swinging dragon, and further off were fields where there would be pumpkins, a corn maze, and (in a few months) Christmas trees. Once at the registration table, she could see and smell a bevy of delectable treats already registered: pies, shortbreads, sweet rolls, and more. Her mouth watered and her stomach gave an eager growl. Once the pies were registered, Angelica’s mom turned and gave Angelica a hug. “Have fun, baby! I assume you’ll be meeting up with your friends?” Angelica squeezed her mom back, then separated the hug. “Yeah, I just have to find them first.” “Well, call me if you need to. And remember, we’re going to try to leave by eight. Okay?” “Sure thing, mom!” And with a wave, she turned and made her way straight to one of the food vendors. Her mom had given her some spending money for food, and after being unable to make up her mind for a minute or so, her stomach’s impatience got the better of her and she bought a roast turkey leg and a cup of cold, fresh-pressed apple cider. Apple cider was her favorite. As she was ordering, the young girl taking the orders asked, “Would you like to get the unlimited-refills apple cider?” and pointed at the corner of the menu board. There, written in fancy chalk script, was the option of “Bottomless Cider - $8.” A single cup, on the other hand, cost $1.50. Angelica did some quick mental math and concluded that she would have to drink at least six cups of cider to make it worth it, but since they planned to be at the festival the whole afternoon, that would probably be no problem at all—especially considering how much she loved apple cider. A smile crept up one side of her face and she answered back a cheery “Sure!” The girl handed her back a turkey leg on a paper plate wrapped in aluminum foil, and then reached under the counter and produced a fancier-than-normal disposable plastic cup. She turned to a five-gallon Igloo jug and filled the cup from it, then faced Angelica again and handed her the cup. “Bring this cup back here, and we’ll refill it for you.” Angelica gazed at the delicious brown liquid swirling in the cup in her hand and realized that the bottomless version was also larger than a normal cup. She took a sip and licked her lips, relishing the sweet and tangy freshness and the cold tartness. Wow, that was good. She set down her plate and cup on the counter to pay, grabbed some napkins, and gave a little wave goodbye to the girl’s “have a nice day!” After wandering for a bit, taking intermittent sips and tantalized by the smell of the turkey leg, she found a spot at some picnic tables to sit. She had barely begun her turkey leg when she noticed she was already almost done with her first cup of cider. Glad she had opted for the free refills, she smiled to herself again and then walked briskly back to the food vendor and handed the same girl her cup with a cheeky expression on her face. The girl promptly filled it, handed it back with an “enjoy!” and Angelica found her spot again. While eating, she pulled her phone out to text and see where her friends were. In between texts, she also scanned the crowds to see if she could spot anyone. Her phone was very nearly out of reception, and after several times of waiting a frustrating amount of time for a text to send, she decided it was probably not worth trying to meet up that way. She nibbled the last of the meat off her turkey leg, which by now had gone cold, wiped off her fingers with a napkin, and downed the rest of her cider. She walked over to the food vendor, threw out her trash in the trash can next to the stand, and refilled her cider again. She was about to turn around when she felt an arm land abruptly around her shoulder, causing her to jump. A familiar voice said spunkily, if too loudly for how close it was to her ear, “Hey girl! I finally found you! Did I startle you?” and then burst out laughing. It was Jackie. Angelica rolled her eyes but couldn’t help chuckling too. “Hi, Jackie. I’ve been looking for everyone. Have you found anyone else?” Jackie laughed again. “Yeah, me and Lou came in at the same time, and we’ve already found Shane and Tina.” She pointed over too her right, where the other friends were standing. Angelica felt a twinge of disappointment that Brian was not among them, but she knew better than to ask about his whereabouts—especially to Jackie. Boy, if Jackie even suspected she had a crush on Brian, she would never hear the end of it. She masked it with a big grin and ran over to her other friends to give hugs and say hi. They decided to go do the Ferris wheel first (Lou and Jackie wanted to do the swinging dragon, but Angelica didn’t think it was a good idea right after eating). Afterwards they spent their time flitting from activity to activity, sprinkling in the occasional snack from a vendor, and Angelica filling her cider cup again. The whole time she wondered about if Brian would show up or not. At one point Shane checked his phone and informed the group that Linda said she wouldn’t make it after all. Tina gave a petulant moan at that news, and Angelica wanted very much to ask about Brian, since he was now the only unaccounted-for friend. Of course it would turn out that way. Instead, she kept her thoughts to herself. As the afternoon reached its middle, the five friends agreed to try the corn maze before it got too dark. Before they entered, though, Angelica went to top off her cider again. This was her sixth cup, and though she wasn’t really thirsty at this point, she wanted to hit the six-cup mark to justify buying the bottomless cider. As she sipped it on her way back to the corn maze entrance, she glanced to her right at the port-a-potties lined up along the edge of the farm property. There were already decent lines forming for them, and she imagined they would only get longer as people settled down for dinner. The farm probably underestimated how many facilities they would need. She guessed she would have to take a break for them after the corn maze. Meeting up again at the wooden gateway to the corn maze, Angelica and each of her friends were handed a paper with blanks to write in and a golf pencil. They were told that inside the corn maze there were different stations hidden, each with a riddle. The challenge was to find each of the stations and solve each riddle. There didn’t seem to be any sort of prize—it was just a fun activity to take part in. The five friends eagerly slipped inside and immediately seemed to be in a different world. The corn stalks all around them formed a formidably impenetrable wall, and it was easy to miss different pathways through the deceptively tortuous labyrinth. With their fair share of bantering, bickering, laughing, and arguing, they found the first two thirds of the riddles pretty quickly. But then it became a matter of finding the ones they had missed, and going back and trying to find passages that hadn’t been explored yet, and then finding your way back once you had. Angelica guessed that they had probably been in the maze for almost forty minutes, and she began to wonder how much longer it would be. At one of the stations they found, after writing down the riddle on her paper, she stood and waited as the rest of her friends did likewise. Shane in particular was having a difficult time of it, trying to hold the paper in his hand and write on it without anything to lean on. As Jackie and Lou teased him, Angelica gazed off down the other paths of the maze. It felt surreal, since one could hear voices of people passing through all around, but most of the times they were hidden by more walls of corn. In this case, she could see group of three girls probably around her age coming around the bend. Two of them were laughing, but the third had a worried look on her face. “Come on, guys, it’s not funny! Let’s just get out of here.” “Of course it’s funny! Why didn’t you just go before we started the maze?” “The lines were too long and I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t know we’d be in here so long!” “Guess you shouldn’t’ve had so much to drink, huh?” “Stop it!” The girl moaned plaintively and rubbed her gray-sweatpants-clad thighs with her hands, looking like she wanted to grab her crotch, but not with anyone watching. “You guys, come on. I’m literally dying here.” The other two continued to laugh as the group passed by. Angelica frowned at being reminded of the need for a toilet. Her own bladder was filling from all the cider she had consumed, and now the girl’s apparent desperation brought back up a memory which she had tried hard to suppress—one from the year before, when she had first met Lily Wells, a girl who was prone to incontinent accidents, but ended up having an accident herself. Luckily, no one had found out. Still, the embarrassment and shock from it had taken a while to dissipate in her mind, and now they were beginning to try to peep their heads out again. She turned her head back towards her friends, who had finished up with their riddle and were now coming toward her, laughing and joking still. Lou noticed the look on Angelica’s face and asked, “What’s wrong, Ange?” Angelica quickly snapped a fake smile on and answered chipperly, “Nothing, sorry! Just got lost in thought.” This was enough to satisfy the question, and the five friends continued on their search in the maze. But now that the memory of her accident had been brought back up again, Angelica found she had to actively struggle to suppress it, and in concert with it, she felt her bladder give her more alerts. It wasn’t starting to hurt yet, but with all the cider she had drunk she knew that it would keep filling up, and probably pretty fast. She would have to get in line for the port-a-potties right after they got out of the maze. Unfortunately, though, there was no way of knowing how much longer that would be. They were still scouring for the last few riddles, which could be anywhere. Angelica didn’t much feel like conversation at this point and stayed at the tail end of the group. She wished they would either find the riddles quickly or just give up—it wasn’t as if there were any prize for getting all of them, anyway—and leave so that she could use the bathroom. She pushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes and zipped up her fleece jacket, the waning afternoon light bringing a chill to the breeze. In reality, she didn’t need to go incredibly urgently. She knew that in all likelihood she would be able to leave the maze whenever they finished up and wait her turn for the bathroom without even a hint of desperation. The truth was, however, that ever since last year, when she learned the hard way that, even at her age, she could still lose bladder control and pee her pants, she had become increasingly cautious about using the bathroom when she got the chance. The memory of having an accident made even a milder urge give off higher danger signals to her brain. She tried to keep herself relaxed and think about something else, but the whole time she wondered if she should just suggest that they leave and try something else. She was afraid of being the first to suggest it, though—afraid of her friends teasing her for being a party pooper, or worse, for needing the bathroom. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when, after some of the pep had seemed to go out with the fading light, Tina spoke up, “Let’s just go, guys. I don’t want to spend the rest of the time in this dumb corn maze.” Shane wanted to stay, but Tina’s sentiment was seconded by the rest of the girls, so they made their way towards the exit, with Shane still trying to find any last hidden passage or cul-de-sac along the way. Thankfully, they had spent long enough in the maze to be able to find their way out without any trouble. Once out, the friends were pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t as dark as it seemed in the corn maze, with all the high opaque walls of corn stalks on every side. They could still find some activities to do before the sun set and the rides would be closed. After dark, focus would shift to the various fairground competitions: carnival-type stalls and contests for quilts and pies and jams. Angelica wanted to be around for the pie contest to cheer for her mom. For now, though, she turned to make her way to the port-a-potties and was glad when Lou and Jackie came as well. Now that she knew she would be able to relieve herself, the wisps of panic that had been trying to eat at the edge of her mind died down. Everything was fine. Of course everything was fine. She was with her friends, smiling again, chatting and laughing. They passed by the apple launching station and the hayride. There was nothing to worry about. It wouldn’t be at all like last time, the time at Lily’s— Her face suddenly fell, replaced by an expression of dread. As she had glanced over the hayride, her eyes fell on the group of teenagers in the wagon, specifically on one girl with a red plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans, her blonde hair tied up into braided pigtails. It was Lily. A sense as of a nightmare coming true began creeping into the edges of Angelica’s psyche, and she had to consciously keep a feeling of panic at bay. Ever since the incident the previous year, she hadn’t been in touch with Lily in any way, shape, or form. When they first met, it seemed as though they would get along splendidly, but after that fateful afternoon…well, she had just been too embarrassed and felt too awkward to try to start over at a friendship. She hadn’t even seen Lily at all, and now, just when those memories were rebelling against her attempts to suppress them, here Lily was in person. The coincidence seemed freaky at best, and ominous at worst. In response, she felt her bladder tighten, and she quickly lifted up one leg and then the other to quiet the urge. It would have been best for her to pretend she hadn’t even seen Lily at all and to just continue on her way. But before she thought of taking the nonchalant approach, Lily’s gaze fell on Angelica as well, reciprocating her stare. Angelica watched as Lily’s expression also transformed from cheery to shocked. She didn’t look quite as aghast as Angelica, but the look on her face nonetheless communicated clearly enough that the surprise was not a good one. It was as if a private eternity passed between them in that moment of understanding. Each one knew, and knew that each other knew, that they had been trying to forget about the accidents the year before but now had those attempts shattered by the sight of one another again. Angelica now felt a new sense of extreme awkwardness rising up in her, realizing that now that they had clearly seen and recognized each other, the only polite thing to do would be to acknowledge it to one another. Nothing seemed like a worse idea to her, and she swallowed a fast-forming knot in her throat. What would they say to each other? “Hi, how’ve you been, keeping dry since last time?” Her dilemma was mercifully cut short, however, by the fact that Lily was still in the hayride wagon, which was now departing with a belch of black smoke from the tractor pulling it. The two never broke eye contact, though, not until the tractor and cart rumbled bumpily around the bend and were obscured by the darkening woods. Angelica snapped her attention back to her current surroundings and hurried to catch up with Lou and Jackie. They were almost at the port-a-potties now, but as they neared them, Angelica saw that the lines were now even longer than before. Scanning the row of toilets, the culprit seemed to be the unfortunate closure of two of them. The three girls joined the lines, and Lou began whining about how much she needed to go. Jackie laughed, but Angelica didn’t say anything. She was thinking about Lily and their first meeting, and trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to go as badly as she thought she did. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. It was mind over matter. Focus on breathing, and the bladder urges would subside. That’s it. She could do this. A minute or two passed in line, which barely moved, but she was sure now that she had everything under control. She opened her eyes again and gazed absentmindedly across the crowds of people still milling about. Floodlights had been turned on by now to light up the farm grounds. Despite the waning daylight, there were still large numbers of active people milling about and filling the area. Her eyes drifted back and forth, watching nobody in particular, until they landed on a familiar-looking head of auburn hair. She looked closer, and then her heart gave a little jump of excitement. It was Brian. To her annoyance, her stomach immediately felt jittery all over. Why couldn’t she just be like a normal person and not make an idiot of herself whenever he was around? Along with her stomach, she felt a jittery feeling further down as well, and found she had to scissor her legs closed a few times before the sensation passed. She was just like a little kid, needing to pee out of excitement. Grow up already! Still, she didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to Brian. She had spent the whole afternoon wishing he were there, and now he showed up when she was stuck in line. She groaned to herself and turned back to the line for the port-a-potty. There were at least ten people still in front of her, and not moving quickly. Looking the other way, she could see that only two people had joined the line behind her. She wondered if Lou would be able to hold her place in line while she quickly slipped away. Turning her head back toward the crowd, she tried to find Brian again. After a few terrible seconds of thinking she had lost him, she spotted him again, but this time further away. In a few seconds he would be lost in the crowd. It was now or never. After a half second of deliberation, Angelica made her choice. She tore away from the line and jogged after Brian. In the distance behind her she could hear Jackie’s confused voice, “Hey, Ange, where are you going?” She shouted over her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a minute!” Trying to dodge in and out of the pedestrians as best she could, she kept her eyes locked on Brian and steadily closed the gap. Now twenty feet, now ten feet—then she called out, “Hey Brian!” It took a second for Brian to realize that the voice was coming from behind him. He turned around with a bewildered expression, not knowing who was calling him, until his eyes met Angelica’s. Then his expression lit up and he flashed that winning smile of his. “Oh! Hey, Angelica!” Angelica wished he would give her a hug hello, but she didn’t want to be the one to initiate. “You made it after all! You never said if you would or not.” She tried to control her breathing in order to not seem too out of breath. She didn’t want Brian to know how fast she had tried to catch up with him. Brian gave a kind of sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah…sorry about that. I guess I meant to…” “It’s okay! You’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” Then thinking that sounded way too forward, she added, “I mean, now we can all hang out.” “Yeah. Yeah! Yeah, that’ll be fun. What have you all done so far?” “Uh, some of the rides. We did the corn maze. Nothing that great, though.” “Oh, you didn’t really like it? It must’ve been better last year. They had these riddles you had to find and solve, and it was super cool.” Angelica reddened a little bit. “Oh, well, those were still there. Um, I just mean…” All the things popping into her brain were too stupid to say. Things like “nothing could be that great without you there” and “I’m sure it would have been so much better with you.” She eventually stammered out, “I, uh, I just didn’t want you to feel bad. Y’know, for missing it. I mean I don’t you to feel bad for missing out. Not, like, not like we were mad at you or anything for not being there.” Wow, Brian must think she’s a total airhead now. “Oh, okay. Gotcha. No, uh, no worries.” An awkward few seconds passed, each looking away and at the ground. Finally, they both spoke at the same time. “What do you want to—” “Oh, have you seen—” They both laughed nervously and then Brian motioned with his hand for Angelica to speak first. She responded with “no, no, you first,” and then another nervous laugh. Brian gave that grin of his again, then started over, “I was going to ask if you’ve seen the lake yet.” Angelica tilted her head. “No, what lake? There’s a lake here? I didn’t know that!” Brian’s awkwardness seemed to transition into excitement. “That’s the thing, most people don’t! It’s not technically part of the farm grounds, but it’s owned by the farm, so I don’t think it’s trespassing or anything. It’s down a path in the woods, but it’s super pretty, especially ’cause usually no one’s there.” His eyes were twinkling. Angelica felt a surge of butterflies well up inside her. “Could…could we go there now?” Brian’s smile stretched across his face. “Sure! I’ll take you there.” He turned with a bounce in his step and began to slow jog towards the treeline. Angelica couldn’t believe it. She was getting to go to a romantic hidden lake alone with the cutest guy in her school. She had to actively keep from squealing. As they hurried along, Brian looked back at her and said, “We’ll have to be quick, though. It’s getting dark fast.” So they couldn’t be there too long. Oh well, though, that was no big deal. Just the fact that he was taking her at all gave her a thrill. A second thrill layered on top of her first one when she then realized that since she found him, he hadn’t even asked about who else was there. Maybe it was selfish of her…but she wouldn’t waste any time or thought on that question. They reached the edge of the woods, and Brian said in a hushed voice, “It’s right in here. Let’s go in quick before anyone sees us.” Before anyone saw them? Angelica’s smile faded as questions began popping into her head. Was this something they weren’t supposed to be doing? Could this land her in trouble with her parents—or worse, the law? She whispered back, “I thought you said this wasn’t trespassing!” Brian hemmed and hawed a bit. “Well, I mean…like, it’s not, technically…but, I, I just…I don’t want someone to see us and think we’re doing something we shouldn’t. Even though we’re not, not technically. You know? Like, I don’t want them to make a rule saying that the lake is off limits. Also, if people saw us going there, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?” Angelica did not feel entirely satisfied by Brian’s answer, but a kind of eager excitement, that of getting away with something, began to counter her unease. Besides, they had gotten this far—and when else would she get an opportunity like this? Suppressing her better judgment, she decided to go for it. “Okay, let’s do it!” Brian seemed to relax and said, “Follow me!” before disappearing down a path between the trees. Angelica dove in after him, but then stopped and turned around a few feet in to see if anyone had seen them. They had distanced themselves from the main farm grounds, and the noise of the crowds had receded, replaced by the steady chirping of crickets and rustling of wind through trees. They were closer by the parking lot now, which, though filled with cars, was mostly empty of people and lit only by two floodlights on poles. Far off, she could hear the indistinct sound of a person talking through a bullhorn, followed by cheers; and she felt a pang of guilt go through her as she realized that the contests were starting and she wasn’t there to root for her mom. She looked back into the woods. Brian had gone far enough now that she couldn’t even see him anymore, and she wondered if this was a good idea after all. Maybe she should just go back? She then remembered that she had told Jackie that she would only be gone a minute, and another pang of guilt went through her. She wondered if they were waiting for her still, or if they were worried about her, and then remembered that she still hadn’t gone to the bathroom. Well, then. She really should just tell Brian she couldn’t go with him now and head back, use the bathroom, cheer for her mom, and enjoy the night. Maybe she and Brian could do other things together, like buy a funnel cake or go on the Ferris wheel. She chewed her lip in indecision as she thought about the problems with that idea, though. If they went back now, it would either be for Brian to join with the rest of her friends, or for them to still try to do things by themselves and risk one of her friends seeing them and making fun of them for being on a “date” together. Also, what would she say to Brian? “Sorry, I forgot I have to pee”? She turned her head back toward the parking lot, hearing Brian’s voice from behind her as she did so, “Hey, Angelica, are you coming?” She paused, wanting to say yes but still wavering back and forth in her mind. As she did, though, she noticed two figures in the parking lot. One was a woman probably her mom’s age, and the other was a girl, probably close to her own age, ostensibly the woman’s daughter. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could tell from body language that both were upset, and the girl seemed to be walking weirdly. This momentary distraction halted her mental balancing act and tuned out Brian’s question. The two were evidently preparing to go home, but Angelica kept watching, trying to figure out why the girl looked familiar. Then it clicked—she was the girl from the corn maze…the one who had to pee. As it dawned on her, the two found their car, directly illuminated by the floodlight. The mother was clearly berating the girl, who seemed to be taking it in sullen silence. Before Angelica could even wonder what the mother was upset over, though, the girl turned around to open the car door. Angelica gave a slow intake of breath. Across the girl’s butt and down her legs, fully visible in the bright beam from the (aptly named) floodlight, was a massive wet spot. Nothing had been very visible from the front, but now that she had turned around, there was no denying it. The wet stain made the gray of her sweatpants a distinctly darker gray, and it spread from under both butt cheeks and up a little between them all down the backs and insides of both legs. It was very clear. She had had an accident. Angelica thought of her behavior in the corn maze and wondered. Had she been on the verge of losing control then? Or had she thought she would be fine, only to face a line for the bathrooms that outlasted her sphincter’s endurance? Had she expected to make it, or did she know she was going to wet her pants even before it happened? A shudder of dread went through Angelica’s stomach as she felt her own bladder tense up in response. Would she be in the same boat? Thinking she could make it, only to lose control and pee herself in front of everyone? She thought again of the time the year before, when she had thought she would make it, only to… There was nothing for it. The only thing to do would be to dispel it from her mind, and the only way to do that… “Yeah, sorry! I’m coming.” She called after Brian. ~*~*~*~*~ The hayride wagon bumped and jostled along its route, making yet another circuit on the rough dirt road through the woods. The driver of the tractor was Pete Collins, or “Uncle Pete,” a gray-haired, balding, rotund man wearing a woolen shirt and overalls. In the wagon itself were six teenage girls, one of whom was Lily. A couple of them were sitting in the hay, but the rest preferred to stand near the front of the wagon bed. Lily, like these other five girls, had volunteered two weeks ago to work on the hayride. There would be a lot of parents with very young children, but also a number of kids unaccompanied by anyone. After enough instances of prepubescent boys starting hay fights or trying to jump off the wagon, in order to avoid legal liability, the farm had slots for adolescent girls to be “hayride babysitters,” in essence. Their job would be to stay on the ride throughout the afternoon and make sure that passengers were safe and not misbehaving. The hayride’s circuit began near the entrance to the farms, then cut through the woods to the other end of the farm grounds. Here passengers could join or leave before the hayride cut back through the woods, this time taking a different route. In this way, the hayride acted as both an activity and also a shuttle bus. It had begun running at 12:30, and taken a half-hour break at 3:30. Now, at almost 6:30, with the sun almost gone behind the trees, it was making its final trip. The depot at the entrance to the park had closed down, and this trip was to get any passengers waiting at the end of the farm grounds before coming back. The girls in the back were mostly quiet. It had been a long day, and they were about ready to be done and just relax. Thankfully, most of the kids who had ridden had been pretty good, except for one time when a group of three boys kept trying to reach as far as they could out of the wagon to snap off branches. After admonishments by the girls on duty failed to deter them, Uncle Pete stopped and turned around to tell them to behave in a short but effective miniature lecture. His wizened nature and no-nonsense country tone had the desired effect, and the rest of the ride resumed in peace. Lily stood leaning in the corner at the front of the wagon. She was tired, just like the rest of the girls, but she was also uneasy. She was surprised to see Angelica also here at the farm, and hoped they wouldn’t bump into each other again while here. Seeing Angelica again brought back the unpleasant memories from the year before, when they had first met, and then both ended up wetting themselves. Even though she was prone to having accidents, having a sympathetic spastic bladder, it still was embarrassing to have it happen—especially when you were with someone you just met. And the fact that Angelica had also peed herself…well, that was probably super embarrassing for her, too. If they crossed paths again, it would just bring that memory back up for both of them, and it would be awkward on both sides. She crossed her arms and tried to keep warm, as the air grew noticeably colder. Of course, now that she had seen Angelica, those memories came back anyway. Angelica had waited too long to go and ended up peeing in her clothes. Seeing Angelica desperate for a toilet and then wet her pants produced a sympathetic reaction in Lily—against her will, her bladder also gave way and emptied. And remembering what happened was now creating the same effect again. She crisscrossed her legs as she felt the sensation of needing a toilet. Neither she nor any of the other girls had used the bathroom since the break at mid-afternoon, but they also hadn’t had much to drink, so everyone seemed to be fine. Lily glanced around at the five other girls to see if any of them looked like they needed to pee too and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. In the dim light, she couldn’t see any signs of it, and she rubbed her arms together to keep warm, her thighs also rubbing together. She wondered if she would be able to get off at the far end of the farm to use the port-a-potties there. Her attention was suddenly snapped to her left as Cassandra, one of the girls sitting in the hay, asked, “Hey, Lily, are you okay? You’re moving weird.” Lily blushed slightly as she realized that she had been swaying slowly back and forth as she rubbed her legs together. She gave a little nervous laugh and replied, “Haha, yeah, I’m fine. Just kinda cold.” Cassandra snickered and said, “Heh, okay. You just look like you need to go pee or something.” Lily was glad the light was low, since she was sure she reddened further at that remark. “Hah, no. I’m fine. I mean, I could use the toilet, but I can wait.” Cassandra just laughed and stared off into the woods again. Lily on the other hand now felt her urge increase, and had to fight the urge to fidget even more. She hoped they would get to the halfway point soon. ~*~*~*~*~ Brian and Angelica continued picking their way along the forest path. It was now too dark to see where they were going, and so both of them had their phone flashlights on to light the way. Even with those, the shadows produced were deceptive, and it was easy to either misjudge a tree root and stumble or jump at a moving shadow that looked like a small animal darting nearby. The going was quiet, with Brian walking in front of Angelica, and only occasionally offering a “you all right?” or “it’s this way” to her. It was probably just because he was focused, but Angelica wished they could be talking about anything at all, but didn’t want to have to be the one to try to start or maintain a conversation. Unfortunately, the silence left her with no distraction from thinking about needing the bathroom. Her bladder kept filling up from all the cider she’d had, and now that the initial excitement of going to a hidden lake with Brian had passed, she was left alone with a slow trudge and the jostling of her bladder with every step. When she was in line, she had definitely felt the need to go, but now it was starting to become painful. They had better get to the lake soon and then head back. She inwardly berated herself for agreeing to go along with this. At this rate, no matter how romantic this escapade, she would constantly be focusing on holding her pee. She kept her gaze locked on the ground to watch her step. It would be too embarrassing to have to cut things short by letting Brian know about her dilemma. She felt an internal conflict wage in her head: on the one hand, the longer she waited, the worse she would have to go; but on the other hand, the closer they would be to being back anyway. Maybe the lake would be too dark to enjoy anyway and they would simply turn around and come back. She just hoped it would be soon. ~*~*~*~*~ Lily gave out a sigh of relief when the far end of the property came in view. The farm would be closing in a few hours, and the further areas were already being shut down, with patrons herded back to the near end of the grounds. The tractor growled and rattled to a stop by the fence where passengers would get into the wagon. Other than two preteen boys who were laughing and fighting with water pistols, there didn’t seem to be anyone else. Uncle Pete half-turned his round body towards the back and called out, “Get on in, boys. This end’s closing. Everybody’s got to come back to the entrance.” The boys didn’t acknowledge him but climbed into the wagon. Lily looked around and saw that everything at this end of the farm grounds was dark and deserted. She knew that Uncle Pete would just start driving straight back without waiting, so she had to ask him now. Her voice sounded small to her as she hesitatingly asked, “Um, Uncle Pete? Can we stop here so I can go use the bathroom?” She hoped no one else would hear. Uncle Pete turned to her and replied gently, “I’m sorry, Lily, but it’s too dark out here now. I can’t let you do that. You’ll just have to wait till we get back, all right, darlin’?” Lily wanted to protest, but she knew that he would be firm, and besides, the more of a fuss she made, the more attention she would call to herself. She clenched tightly and tapped one foot to shake off the urge before answering as bravely as she could, “Okay, that’s fine.” Uncle Pete faced forward again and started up the tractor with a lurch. All the girls who were standing briefly stumbled before getting their balance again. Lily went back to leaning in the corner, but found she couldn’t stand still and had to keep rubbing her legs together. The cold combined with nerves, as she was unable to relax, and made her rub her arms more vigorously and her teeth start chattering. Sam, another of the girls, seemed to have gradually noticed Lily’s predicament. She leaned closer to Lily with a smirk and said, “Gotta pee, Lils?” Lily tried to look nonchalant, but she couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering as she answered, “No, why?” Sam chuckled. “Don’t try to act like you don’t. I heard you ask Uncle Pete if you could use the toilets.” She looked back at Lily. “I mean, I get it. Once we get back, I’m sure there’s gonna be a line for the port-a-potties.” Lily’s face fell as she heard this. She hadn’t even thought about the lines. Her bladder felt prickly and quivery, and as she thought about having to stand in line, she had to suddenly suck in a gasp through her teeth and bend over for a few seconds. Sam laughed. “Wow. You’ve really gotta go bad, huh?” Lily held back. Admitting you need the bathroom badly is like admitting you’re ticklish. It only exacerbates any teasing you were theretofore receiving. She whined back, “No! Shut up!” At this point, the other girls in the wagon were starting to notice this back-and-forth. Sam kept needling Lily. “I guess you’ll just have to hold it. Unless you don’t think you can wait that long?” She laughed again. A sense of panic began swirling inside Lily. It was bad enough with her own thoughts, but now with Sam teasing her about needing to pee, she didn’t know if she could hold on. ~*~*~*~*~ Angelica guessed they had been walking for close to twenty minutes at this point, and her enthusiasm had all but entirely dissipated. She was tired and hungry, and her bladder was hurting more now. She decided to speak up. “Hey, Brian, are we almost there? This is farther than I thought it would be.” Brian stopped and turned. The look on his face was not comforting to Angelica. His brow was furrowed with a blend of worry and concentration. “Well, we should have been there a while ago. I don’t know why it’s taking us so long this time.” Angelica just stared at him for several seconds before realization dawned on her. She swallowed and then asked the question she was afraid to ask, her voice shaky: “Brian…are we lost?” He didn’t answer. Instead he just sighed and looked back at her with a face of defeat. That was answer enough. A spike of panic made Angelica suddenly have to grab her crotch before she regained her poise. She quickly turned her phone’s screen back on and turned off the flashlight. Maybe she could call her mom and let her know what had happened. It didn’t matter how much her mom blew up on her at this point. She found her mom in her contacts and pressed dial. The phone stayed silent for about ten seconds before beeping to notify her that the call had ended. Frustrated, she looked at the screen and saw that she had no reception. Angelica almost started to cry. Here she was, lost out alone in the woods in the dark, with a boy that—as she now thought about it—she barely knew, and with no way of contacting her mom. For all she knew, her mom could be desperately trying to call her right now and be worried sick. And to top it all off, she really, really had to pee. She half-turned away and took a few deep breaths to maintain her composure. Facing Brian again, she said in as stern a voice as she could muster, “My phone doesn’t have any signal. Does yours? After all, you got us into this.” Brian wordlessly looked down to check his phone also, his face full of guilt. For a split second Angelica regretted sounding so harsh, but then a new wave of anger washed over her. This was his fault, after all. It was his idea, and he should have known better than to go when it was so dark out if he didn’t know the way well enough. The truth was that it was her fear that was manifesting itself as anger. And she was afraid. She was afraid of a whole host of unknowns. She didn’t know where they were. She didn’t know if her mom was trying to find her. She didn’t know if her friends were looking for her. She choked back a sob and thought that she also didn’t know if she could even trust Brian, much as she liked him. And of course, she didn’t know if she could make it to a toilet in time before humiliating herself—possibly in front of Brian. She couldn’t let that happen. So it was either yell or cry. Or…something else. As she thought that, she scissored her legs back and forth and bobbed up and down for a few seconds. She had to pee so badly. Still looking at his phone, Brian answered, “I’ve got nothing, either.” He looked back up, his voice low. “Let’s just try to find our way back. We’ve gotta get out of the woods at some point if we just go back the direction we came. Maybe we can figure out where we are once we’re out. Or maybe we’ll get phone reception.” Angelica could only give a nod in response, but couldn’t stand still. She was still fidgeting visibly and began chewing her lip. Brian watched for a few moments before asking gently, “Hey, you okay?” He reached out his hand and touched her shoulder softly. Angelica pulled sharply away from his touch and faced away from him. She didn’t want him to see her cry. This was supposed to be a fun and exciting time for her to be alone with him, and now everything—everything—was going wrong. She scrunched up her face and wrapped her arms around herself as tears began to trickle down her face. The whole time, she still had to clench her legs tightly together and bounce up and down. She felt incredibly vulnerable, but also understood that the only way she would get out of this would be to trust Brian. Maybe he was scared too. She lifted her chin, sniffled, and said in as steady a voice as she could, “No. I’m not okay. I—” and tried to keep her voice still as more tears overflowed— “I really, really have to go to the bathroom.” Brian gave a quiet “oh” and then was quiet. Angelica wiped her tears away and then grabbed her crotch with one hand. Now that she finally admitted it, she didn’t have to try to hide it anymore. She turned around again, holding herself and bobbing. Brian just watched this and didn’t seem to know how to react. Finally, he said, “Uh, wow. I’m sorry. Let’s, uh, let’s get going, then.” He turned his phone’s light back on and turned back the way they came. Angelica followed with her phone’s flashlight, intermittently squeezing her crotch. Now that she at least admitted it, she did feel some slight relief. But they would still have to find a bathroom, and fast. ~*~*~*~*~ “Gotta go real bad, Lils? I’ll bet all this jostling of the wagon is just making it harder, huh?” Lily had turned away from the other girls and was now trying to tune them out and focus on holding it. “Shut up, Sam! It’s not funny!” She was surprised at herself, having been raised not to be so rude. “Just think about something else. Like Niagara Falls. Or a huge glass of cold, clear water.” Sam couldn’t finish her sentence without laughing again. Most of the other girls were also laughing along, probably not knowing what effect their teasing was having. For poor Lily, on the other hand, all these jabs about having to pee were actually making her need feel more intense as a sympathetic reaction. She leaned over, drawing one leg up against the other like a stork, then crossed it over the other like a human pretzel. Her bladder kept tensing up to the point where she felt sure it would pop, before relaxing again. If only they would just get tired of teasing her and stop. Maybe then she could make it all the way back and wait in line without losing control. Maybe. She bit on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, tensing every muscle in her body. Holding onto the rail of the wagon, she bent her legs into a crouch, then stood back up. With her other hand, she vigorously rubbed her thigh. Her teeth kept chattering. The laughter from the other girls died down a little bit, and Lily hoped for a moment that they would actually leave her alone now. But Sam wasn’t done. “Just think about how good it would feel to just let go, though. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just let go, Lily.” Lily gritted her teeth. “No! Cut it out!” she snapped over her shoulder. Sam had a smirk on her face. “Come on, Lily. Just do it.” She lowered her voice. “Just pee. Pee in your pants. Wouldn’t that be nice and warm?” Lily felt her mental stamina drying up. No! She couldn’t let Sam make her pee herself just by telling her to! She had to hold on! She switched hands on the rail of the wagon and buried her free hand deep in her crotch, holding on for all she was worth. If she could only hold on…if she could only hold on… She bobbed up and down again, squeezing with her hand… If she could only hold on…but she couldn’t hold on… A groan escaped Lily’s lips as she felt her sphincter give way and a rush of hot, gushing urine spurt out into her pants. Her private parts immediately grew warm, and she felt the wetness and warmth spread to her hand a moment later. She gasped and let go of the rail to use both hands to hold back the impending flood. Incredibly, she actually succeeded in holding it back. Several spikes of pressure and pain followed the initial leak, threatening to open the valves again, but she was able to will them down, her bladder’s tensing coming under control. Given her condition, under any other circumstances, Lily would be proud of herself. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in other circumstances, and Sam instantly realized what happened. “Oh my gosh, Lily, did you just pee? Seriously? Oh my gosh, that is so crazy. Are you really about to pee your pants, Lily? I can’t believe you just peed!” She put one hand over her mouth, both in surprise and to muffle her laughter. The other girls, who hadn’t been as aggressive in their teasing as Sam, now burst out laughing as well. Even the two boys in the back with them, though several years younger than Lily herself, also began to take notice, pointing and guffawing. Cassandra quieted her snickering and joined in, “Lily, let us see. Did you really pee?” Lily still had her head down, trying to keep from losing any more control. She removed one hand from her crotch to take hold of the rail again, but didn’t want to risk moving the other. Her underwear was already beginning to feel cold and clammy against her skin. She didn’t say anything, knowing that she was probably very red, and if Sam decided to keep pressing, she might actually succeed in making Lily totally flood her pants. She just had to hold on. Lifting her head, she took in the dark woods around. They were probably about halfway back. ~*~*~*~*~ They had been walking for maybe ten minutes, still in silence. The steadiness and monotony of walking through featureless woods helped Angelica feel like she was in control of her bladder again. She had let go of her crotch and was walking briskly. Soon, hopefully, they would be out of the woods, and then she would go pee. It would be close, but she could make it. Brian gave a sudden cry and pointed. Angelica looked up from her fixed focus on the path to look. At last—there was a patch of faint twilight through the trees! They were almost out of the forest! Angelica breathed out “at last!” and rushed forward past Brian. She reached the edge of the trees and looked out, hoping to see the farm grounds. Instead, she saw a wide field with a farmhouse at the far end of it. She scanned the edges of the field, looking for anything helpful or familiar. After not finding anything, she pulled out her phone again and checked it. Still no reception. Brian came up beside her. Angelica turned to him, as if expecting him to know what to do now. “Have you seen this place before?” she asked. Brian’s eyes roved over the property before he finally shook his head. Angelica sighed. “Great. Now what?” Her bladder was hurting more now that they were out of the woods, and she began to bob slightly. Brian looked at his phone also. “I still don’t have reception. Well, maybe if we start walking towards that house, we’ll find a road or something. Or maybe someone’s there and can tell us where we are. This might be part of the farm’s property, actually.” Angelica stared at the farmhouse. All the lights were out, so she had assumed it was empty. But what if there were people inside, and they were just watching TV? Or went to be early? If there were people in the house, maybe they could help them find their way back. Or maybe…they could let her use the bathroom. Once the thought entered her head, there was no setting it aside. With a sudden rush of desperation, Angelica took off running towards the house. She heard Brian after her call out, “Angelica, wait! What are you doing?” before following after her. She hoped beyond hope that someone would be there. Relief—or potential relief, at least—promised to be close! Her whole abdomen ached from the pent-up deluge that she had been holding for so long. Her crotch began to tingle as needles shot through her bladder, bringing wave after wave of tensing, desperate pain. She could feel her urine come up the very tip of her sphincter, ready to rush free. Her bladder tightened, ready to be relieved. No! Not yet! She had to hold on…she had to hold on. Her left hand went back into her groin, making her run slower. But she had to get there! She had to. Her thoughts were tumbling as quickly as her breathing. I can make it I’ve got to make it Please oh please let me make it I can’t lose control I can’t pee my pants Please please not in front of Brian I can hold it I can hold it I can’t hold it Yes I can No I can’t I’ve got to I’ve got to It hurts so much Her breath was making plumes of mist that billowed past her head, and her eyes began to water and her throat began to feel sticky from dryness. Her heart was beating in her ears and her breathing was ragged, but she couldn’t stop now. She knew that if she did, it would be all over. Almost there! The farmhouse was only thirty feet away now…now twenty…now ten, and she was bounding up the creaky wooden steps to the porch. She had hoped to see some sign of life through the windows—maybe the light from a TV, or phone, even a candle would have been a welcome sight. But as she had gotten closer, the house appeared more and more deserted. The paint on the porch was peeling, the canvas bench next to the door looked covered in dust, and the pot of dirt had no signs of any plant life. It could’ve been a postapocalyptic scene, for how abandoned and desolate it looked. Angelica rushed up to the door and banged on it desperately with her free hand, her other one still acting as a dam against the floodwaters. She tried banging with her fist, and then her palm, trying to make as much noise as possible. The whole time, she had to keep bobbing and bouncing up and down to keep from losing control. In a fit of wild desperation, she even grabbed the door handle and wrenched and shook it, trying to let herself in. She looked back over her shoulder. Brian was still catching up to her, not running like she had. She couldn’t let him see her like this—she had to pee! She had to get relief! Her bladder felt like an overinflated balloon inside her, ready to pop. She couldn’t remember ever having to pee this badly before, even on times when she had wet herself. An ocean of hot urine was pent up inside her, sending wave after wave of intense, shooting pain through her abdomen, and making all her muscles tense up all the way down into her thighs. Her hand kept trying to squeeze harder, to grip tighter—any way possible to win the fight that her sphincter was losing. She crossed her legs one way, then the other, while stinging, searing waves of desperation racked her bladder. She kept rattling the door handle and banging on the door. This was her last and only hope. As a crescendo of desperate pain mounted, higher than before, she grabbed her crotch with her free hand as well and just shouted, trying to get someone’s attention. Someone, anyone! She could hear Brian coming closer, calling after her. She went back to banging on the door, but she knew that no one would come before Brian arrived and saw her in such a humiliating display of needing a toilet. And that would be if someone came. But any hope inside her had its support swept out from under it by the dark despair of understanding, and she felt herself giving up. Her bladder quivered, then tensed one final time, and then it was over. A hot jet of urine shot out into her underwear, instantly warming her crotch and spreading out under her hand. The spurt only lasted about two seconds, but now that her urine had tasted freedom, it wanted more. The leak was immediately followed by another, and then another. Angelica’s legs were shaking as she felt herself losing control, and her hand was now warm and wet. She kept banging on the door, not knowing what else to do. But then she gasped as her bladder finally had its way. After so long of waiting and holding back, she finally lost the battle. She bent over, using her free hand to support herself against the door, as she lost all control and wet her pants. She could feel the wetness spread out around her hand in the front and across her butt in the back before venturing down her bent legs. As her pee reached the midpoint of her thighs, it broke off in streams that trickled and sprayed her calves and spattered on the porch. A stream also arced out directly from her crotch between her fingers, showering and splattering the porch and making a puddle grow around her feet. Brian was almost at the porch. It was possible he couldn’t see she was wetting herself in the low light. In a last-ditch effort to retain her dignity, Angelica grabbed herself with both hands and clenched as hard as she could to try to cut off the flow. It tapered a little bit, but that was all. She tried again and succeeded, but then it came back in bursts. Only after a third attempt, squeezing with every muscle she had, was she able to stop peeing. During this time, her urine had shot out through her fingers and sprinkled all over the front door and even gotten the ends of her sleeves wet. Incredulous that she had actually succeeded in regaining control, she stood there, shaking, for a moment before realizing that Brian was now at the porch, and she didn’t want him to see her holding herself like a little girl with peed pants. With no good options, she quickly hobbled over to the canvas bench and sat on it, leaning forwards, trying to keep from losing any more liquid. Her pants and underwear were already beginning to feel cold. Brian stepped up and stopped. Angelica could barely see his silhouette now against the starlit sky. He seemed confused at first, then called out tentatively, “Angelica?” He evidently couldn’t see her in the dark. Angelica didn’t want to answer, but against her will, a high-pitched groan came out. She could see Brian turn his head toward her and take a step. “There you are. Are you okay?” But then a splip as she heard him step in her puddle and stop. Angelica was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth chattering mercilessly now—from the cold, from adrenaline, from embarrassment, and from horrible fear that Brian was about to realize what she had done. As she shivered violently, more terrified than she could remember being, her control again gave way. She let out a whimper as her panties rewarmed with urine. Since she was now sitting, she could feel the warmth travel down to her butt before pooling under her against the canvas. Now that the channels were open again, her willpower gave way entirely and her bladder tensed, turning her stream into a powerful hissing jet. She nearly passed out from how strongly she was peeing, combined with the blissful relief of the pain melting away in her abdomen. She was sure Brian would be able to hear the sharp hiss of her urination, but then the canvas fully saturated and began to dribble her pee onto the porch from underneath her bottom. As more and more pee pumped out of her, the dribble turned into a loud, splattering waterfall of humiliation and poor choices. She covered her face with her hands as the cacophony of splashing and spattering resounded clearly for Brian to hear. Her pee finally dribbled to a stop, but then she felt her bladder once more contract, and urine once again jetted out, spraying the inside of her underwear, and then pooling all around her butt before draining out to puddle loudly on the porch. Some even traveled up to the edge of the canvas before spilling over, soaking her calves and socks. She sat there, in defeat and embarrassment, until the flow finally ended, leaving only the dripping of the canvas. She was trembling with humiliation, and her jaw kept shaking as her wet pants now felt very cold and clammy against her skin. All in all, she had peed for probably over a minute. She could hear Brian step in front of her, and then the rustling of cloth. “Here.” He said, and then Angelica could feel him putting his jacket over her shoulders. ~*~*~*~*~ Lily was still facing away from the rest of the wagon, hand in her groin. The girls were still laughing and goading her, trying to see the damage from her momentary loss of control. Lily, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to lose any more. Sam wouldn’t quit. “Come on, Lils, it’s funny. Just show us!” Lily’s hand and private parts were feeling cold now from the wetness, and she couldn’t let that make her pee any more. She rubbed her legs together and bent down and up again and said, “Stop it, Sam! It’s not funny.” “I’d show everyone if it happened to me. It’s freaking hilarious.” “No it’s not. Stop trying to get me to show you. I’m not going to.” Sam gave a sigh of annoyance. Then she started again, “Wait a second. Do you still really have to go?” “Shut up, Sam!” “Oh my gosh, you do! You’re actually about to pee your pants!” “I am not!” Sam began a mocking chant. “Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants!” Lily had to double over and raise up one leg to stay in control. Her urine felt cheered on by Sam and wanted liberation. But at that moment, possibly because of how loud the girls were getting, Uncle Pete seemed to realize what was happening and called back, “Sam, you and the girls quit teasing her, right now. Got it?” The girls were respectful enough to recognize when they were being justly scolded and broke off teasing, mumbling apologies. Lily was grateful for this seemingly divine intervention, though she still had to stay bent over to remain in control. But maybe now that the girls had laid off, she would be able to make it. Unfortunately for her, though, even though the girls felt Uncle Pete’s authority enough to obey him, the same could not be said for the two boys. They had joined in laughing with the rest of the girls at Lily’s plight, and now, in the quiet, they acted. Lily was doubled over, facing out of the wagon, meaning her rear was jutting out for all to see. For the boys, at their stage of puberty, a girl’s butt occupied the most fascinating intersection of what is funny or gross with what is hot, and it was like an electromagnet for their attention. They were still snickering and pointing, and then one had an idea and whispered it to the other. Poor Lily’s rear end made the perfect target for two streams of cold water from the boys’ water guns. She gave a loud gasp as they hit, giving a sudden frigid shock to her backside. She unbent violently, grabbing her butt with both hands. Whether the boys meant it or not, the shock of cold combined with the break in her concentration to form a perfect storm of pee desperation. Lily gasped again as she realized that she was now peeing full force into her pants. As she continued to try to hold herself from behind, it only had the effect of forcing all her pee forward, making a wide wet stain spread out hungrily from her crotch, expanding the existing borders of her wet spot all across the front of her pants. She stood there, twitching and gasping, as the warm wetness made its way down her thighs. She still had one hand in her crotch between her butt cheeks, and now used the other one to try to hold herself from the front. It was to no avail. Hot pee continued to force itself through her fingers, now spreading out under her butt and down the backs of her thighs. By now, the boys and the girls saw clearly what was happening, and despite Uncle Pete’s warning, burst out in laughter again, with some of the girls also giving moans of disgust as they saw how badly Lily was wetting herself. The flow ebbed somewhat, but then the embarrassment at her predicament washed over her and made her bladder once more tense up. She groaned and bent forward suddenly, the hand in her backside now moving to the rail of the wagon for stability. More laughter and a fresh grossed-out moan emanated from the girls as a new jet of pee sprayed into her underwear, causing a stream to arc out directly from her protruding rear and spray out over the hay. Cassandra and Sam even had to take a step back to keep from getting wet. As the wagon continued bouncing over the uneven ground, her butt jostled back and forth, hosing down the hayride with its pee stream like a lawn sprinkler. The flow of urine finally died down to its last few trickles, spurting weakly into her sodden panties. Lily put a hand over her mouth in shock and sank down to sit on the hay, feeling the pee squish over her bottom as she did so. The wagon rumbled to a stop. They had arrived. ~Aftermath~ After Angelica was able to collect herself, Brian convinced her to come with him to try to find the main road. She winced as she stood up and her pee poured down her legs and into her shoes. It was slow going at first, because of how uncomfortably wet and squishy her jeans and especially her socks and shoes were, and she shivered with cold and had to hug Brian’s jacket tighter around her, while trying not to get it wet at all. She was still mortified at what had happened and just wanted to be alone. When walking around to the side of the farmhouse, they found a dirt road that led out into the trees again. Following this, they found that very shortly after it entered the woods and turned to the right, it reached the main highway. Angelica nearly shed tears of relief that they were no longer lost. Brian pulled out his phone again, found that he now had a bar of signal, and looked up where they were relative to the farm. As it turned out, it was only about a quarter-mile walk, and there was enough light from the moon to help them find their way. Angelica kept silent, feeling embarrassed and also angry at herself for the unwise decisions that led to her wetting herself. She was somewhat surprised to find that she didn’t really feel angry at Brian, even though he was the one who had gotten them lost. At one point during their walk, with their breath showing up clearly in white puffs of moonlight in the frigid air, she could see that Brian was also shivering without his jacket. A sense of pity softened her embarrassment and anger as she realized that during the whole ordeal, he too had very likely been scared—scared and guilty. At this point, he also probably felt awkward about her peeing her pants. He could have been a major jerk about it, but instead, he was acting as much like a gentleman as he could. Angelica smiled sadly on one side of her face as she thought about how under other circumstances, things might have worked out between them. Once they reached the farm again, Angelica knew they would have to break the ice. Standing in the field of cars, she quietly removed Brian’s jacket and held it out to him. “Thanks.” She said. Brian slowly took it from her. “You’re sure you don’t need it?” “I think I’m just going to stay by our car until my mom comes back.” “Oh.” A pause. Then, “I could stay with you, if you like.” A lump formed in Angelica’s throat. Brian was acting so sweetly towards her. If only it didn’t make things worse right now. She swallowed, then said, “No, I…I think I’d just like to be by myself right now.” She tried to sound surer than she felt. “Okay.” Brian sounded abashed. He looked down and shuffled one foot in the gravelly dirt before speaking up again, “Look, Angelica…um…I’m really sorry about what…what happened. I, I didn’t think things would go the way they did.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Other than everything that went wrong, I really did enjoy the time with you.” Angelica gave a sad laugh that could just as easily have been a sob. Still looking at the ground, she finally gave back a flat “Thanks.” Then she worked up the courage to look Brian in the eyes, the first time she had since she peed herself, and said, “I did too.” Brian looked back into her eyes and didn’t answer. For a fleeting second, a rush of excitement surged up through her as she thought he was about to kiss her. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Um, so, I guess I’ll see you around?” Angelica gave another crestfallen chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, see you around.” Brian gave a kind of grimly awkward closed-mouthed smile and a half-hearted wave. Angelica reciprocated the wave as he turned and walked away. Once alone, she sighed, then remembered that she still didn’t know if anyone had been trying to reach her, and pulled out her phone. It had reception again, but thankfully there was only one text, from Jackie, which simply read, “yo girl where u at?” Angelica didn’t really want to answer, and she didn’t want to tell her mom what happened just yet, still feeling too sheepish. She decided to wait a little while longer, maybe until her mom was ready to leave. They had planned to leave at eight, and it was now nearly seven forty-five. Angelica waited, leaning against the back door of their hatchback. She had to hug herself tightly to keep warm, and the cold was also making her bladder sensitive as it steadily refilled. She shuffled her feet and debated just calling her mom and asking to leave now. As the occasional person or group of people entered the parking area to head home, Angelica always delicately repositioned herself to make sure they couldn’t see her. She didn’t want anyone else, even a stranger, to see that she had had an accident. Hearing a new group of people walking up, she began to do the same, until she peeked around the car and saw who they were. It was Mrs. Wells and Lily. Mrs. Wells was talking softly, and Lily wasn’t saying anything in return. As they came out from between the cars, they stopped, and Angelica could see that Lily also had wet her pants, almost as badly as she herself had, from the looks of it. Mrs. Wells said something to Lily, with her hand on her shoulder, then walked away. Lily sat down on the rear fender of her car and shivered, sighing out clouds of mist. Seeing Lily before, when the fear of an accident was still present, had seemed like a nightmare, or like a threat. But now that they both had apparently peed themselves, Lily’s presence seemed almost like a kind of grace. Angelica didn’t know if it was just a form of misery loving company, but it seemed to have the same kind of sensation as that of being afraid of a ghost but then realizing that you really do wish you could see your dead grandma again. Now that the worst had passed, it was better to be able to share it. She watched as Lily continued to shiver and then wiped her eyes and nose. Was she crying? Angelica hadn’t been able to tell, but it looked like it. It surprised her. Wasn’t Lily more used to peeing her pants, due to her sympathetic spastic bladder? Angelica hadn’t cried when she wet herself in front of Brian, and that seemed like the worst kind of way to have an accident. Could it be that Lily felt the same embarrassment afresh every time she lost bladder control? Could it be that it was actually made worse by the fact that she knew it wasn’t a fluke or a freak accident, but rather an ongoing condition? Could it be that she just needed a friend who knew what it felt like? Even though her refilling bladder was starting to become uncomfortable, Angelica slipped out from behind her car and walked over to Lily. Lily was looking the other direction and didn’t notice Angelica until she sat down next to her on the Wellses’ car fender. She turned around sharply, startled, then looked with a shocked expression at Angelica. She quickly wiped a hand across her eyes and nose before her gaze shifted down to Angelica’s pants. Her eyes grew wider, then she raised her head back up to face Angelica again. “Hey, Lily.” Angelica’s voice was quiet. Lily didn’t say anything, so Angelica tried again. “How’ve you been?” Lily looked down at Angelica’s pants again. At last she spoke, in voice barely above a whisper, “You—you peed your pants too.” Angelica gave a little laugh and also looked down. “Yep. I guess we both did, huh.” Lily’s face scrunched up slightly, as though she were about to cry. Instead, she just blew a frustrated sigh out of her mouth, forming a billowing puff of white condensation. Angelica put her arm around Lily. “Hey, it’s okay. It could happen to anyone, right? It happened to me when we first met, didn’t it? It’s no big deal.” She wasn’t sure if she actually meant what she said or not, considering how awful her embarrassment had felt. But it was easier to be strong about it when it was for someone else, and in a strange way, her words also began to feel truer to her own self. Lily looked at the ground. “After last year, I—I didn’t think you’d ever want to talk to me again.” She looked up at Angelica. “That happens to me. A lot. People—people act all weird around me after they see…this.” She looked down at her wet pants. Angelica shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her bladder was refilling quicker than it had before, probably from being worn out and overly stretched earlier. She tried to think of how to respond without sounding either insensitive or trite. Eventually she decided to just be honest. “Well, I think I probably felt the same way. I didn’t want to have to try again at friendship because I knew all we’d be thinking about was when we both had…an accident.” She stumbled slightly on the end of her sentence, since as she said it, she felt her sphincter relaxing and pee about to come out, and she had to actively clench to hold it back. “But…maybe this is a way for us to try again, now.” She faced Lily with a smile on one side of her face. Lily looked back at Angelica and gave a tentative smile in return. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Angelica wondered if anyone had ever actively wanted to be her friend before. She gave Lily a squeeze with the arm around her shoulder and herself a squeeze with her thighs. She would have to go and find a toilet after all—her need was just getting worse and worse. She looked around at the parked cars and asked, “Where’s your mom?” Lily stood and turned back in the direction that her mom had gone and pointed. “She went to get some paper towels to cover my seat with.” Angelica also stood, her bladder suddenly contracting and sending pain through her abdomen down into her legs. She had to quickly lean over and grab herself with her hands before she could regain control. Once she did, she immediately stood up straight and stopped holding herself, not wanting Lily to see. In the distance, in the direction Lily had pointed, she could see Mrs. Wells walking up with a roll of paper towels in her left hand. Lily noticed Angelica’s fidgeting out of the corner of her eye and looked back at her with a face of concern. “Do—do you have to pee again?” Despite the fact that they had both already peed themselves, Angelica blushed. “Uh, yeah. I, uh, I think I’d better go…find a bathroom.” She had to put her hand in her crotch again. “I’d also rather not be seen by your mom like this.” She started bouncing up and down. Her desperation was coming back so much faster than before. Lily stared at her with her mouth open and a face of apprehension. Angelica noticed that her legs were also starting to squeeze open and closed. She remembered when they had first met, and how her accident had basically caused Lily’s. She didn’t want the same thing to happen again—and she needed to find a bathroom quickly, before it did! She bit down on her lip and gave a quick little wave to Lily with her free hand before waddling off in the direction of the port-a-potties. Her bladder was tingling and quivering, no longer having the stamina to hold back any pee at all, it seemed. Her pants were still damp, though not soaked like they had been before, and the cold of the material as she gripped her crotch with her hand reminded her again of the feeling of losing the battle against her urine and the relief that followed. Her pants were already wet, after all… No! She couldn’t have a defeatist attitude like that. Even if she couldn’t make it to the port-a-potties, maybe she could at least make it to the trees surrounding the field of cars and pee there. Angelica had never peed outside and felt disgusted at the idea, but it beat peeing outside but in her clothes. As she thought about relief, though, her sphincter apparently liked the idea. With a stifled groan, she heard a pss and felt a spurt of urine leak out into her already-wet panties, warming the area around her private parts again. Unlike before, when she still had some strength left in her muscles, this time she couldn’t cut off the flow. As soon as the one leak ended, another began, and Angelica realized with chagrin that she was officially peeing her pants, again. She staggered up to her car, hand still in crotch, knees bent inward. She could feel the pee refreshing the dampness into wetness all around her crotch and in between her legs, spreading also under her butt and across the backs of her thighs. She sighed and let go. The intermittent trickles transformed into a steady stream, instantly flooding down her legs again and pouring out in a cascade from under her butt cheeks to splatter noisily on the pebbly grass. The wetness also reached the cuff of her jeans on her right leg and poured out, wetting her tennis shoe and making a puddle in the dirt. Angelica brushed the hair out of her eyes as she once again had an accident, unable to control herself. She let out a deep breath as she gave in, emptying her bladder of every drop. She turned her head back to where Lily was standing, several cars down. Lily’s mom had come back and was saying something to Lily, motioning with the paper towel roll before moving to the passenger seat of their car. But Lily was staring after Angelica (who was far enough by now that Lily’s mom didn’t see her). As she gaped at Angelica, watching her clear loss of bladder control, Angelica saw Lily’s wet pants also go shiny all over the crotch once again. Lily’s pee fled its prison as she watched Angelica, unable to do anything about it. The wetness spread down both legs before spilling out of her left pants leg and creating a puddle on the ground. Her tennis shoes, which had been mostly spared in the hayride due to being buried in hay, now soaked up the contents of her bladder, becoming squishy and uncomfortable. Lily’s mom popped out again from where she had been apparently laying down a protective layer on the seat and sighed, realizing she would have to add several more layers. Angelica blushed and mouthed an “I’m sorry” to Lily. While glad that she and Lily could start over at being friends, she hoped that these incidents would not become a defining feature of their friendship. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. It was a text from her mom, reading, “Where are you? Time to go.” She leaned back against her car, staring absentmindedly as Lily delicately maneuvered herself into her own, and wondered what she would say to her mom once she came.
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    Since I wear diapers to bed it doesn't matter if I pee before or in my sleep, but sometimes when I feel really naughty and have time to clean my bed in the morning, I go to bed without wearing diapers and without emptying my bladder and hope for one of those vivid dreams where you dream about going to a bathroom, but actually you start peeing in your sleep and wake up when you're still peeing. It's a strange feeling, but I like when it happens and sometimes I'm even willing to wash my bedding just to go through those few seconds of panic while still half asleep. Sadly I rarely wake up while I'm still peeing in my bed and most of the times just wake up in dirty bed. That's why I do this rarely.
  12. 2 points
    Was driving home and decided to have a little wet fun. Was exciting to have the people driving by potentially see the wet mess. Then finished off when I got home :).
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    I wasn't planning on holding today, but . . . So I was drinking with some friends last night and probably went to the bathroom around midnight before going to bed. Today I way overslept and woke up around 2 pm and then immediately had to go out and run some errands. When I was out I noticed how badly I had to pee, but wasn't too worried about it. I ignored it and the urge had gone away by the time I got home around 5 pm. I then talked with my roommate and then we ordered dinner. The food got here around 6 and we ate and chatted until 7, and at this point I could feel the urge to pee come on strongly again. I squirmed in my seat a bit, but once again the urge then faded. After he went back to his room at 7 I lay down in bed to watch some videos, and about 30 minutes later the urge was back again and I was desperate. I tried to ignore it but It was so intense and I felt myself leak into my underwear, which made me spring out of bed, which made me leak more. I quickly walked to the bathroom, barely containing myself, leaking more and more into my underwear and leaving a wet patch on my sweatpants as I walked. When I got to the bathroom I quickly locked the door behind me and took off my sweatpants, still dribbling a bit, and walked over to the bathtub with my boxers still on. I had left a slight trail on the bathroom floor from how much I was leaking, so I just kind of stood in the bathtub and let loose. I peed into my boxers for a good minute at least, the pee cascading down my legs and down the drain. The relief I feel right now is amazing. I truly don't think I've ever had a wetting be that long and satisfying. The boxers are currently soaked and abandoned in the bathtub while I write this, but I can post pictures if there's a demand.
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    hi today i was doing homeworks and i drank coffee i started to need to pee and i decided to hold it while i do my homeworks after holding it for a while i go to the bathroom and since i feel naugthy i thought that i will let go a bit in my short for wet them a bit so i stand up over the toilet and i pee a bit, that make a tiny wet spot on my short... i let go a bit more but this time i cant stop it and i end up completely soaked my pant and my panties here some pics i hope you enjoy it!!
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    How about Kyle from Animal crossing? He’s a cute punk wolf villager :3
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    I don’t “ piss” around when I gotta go
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    Sorry it took Asuna so long to reach the battlefield. Nature called first.

    © 毒モモ

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    Hey All I’ve been wanting to write this story. Since I haven’t been contributing for a long time, I finally mustered the will to do so. So in retrospect, this happened quite a while ago. I tried to stay true to what I felt happened, but I took the liberty to exaggerate some elements. Just a little intro of me, I’m around 170 cm and weigh 60 kg. I try to be a healthy and athletic, been keeping a consistent routine with meals and the gym. Although I do get some naughty meals here and there. Also I have my boyfriend for 4 years. So on this particular day, we decided to have a little fun together. It was almost noon, maybe around 11 am when we both agreed to have our breather and have some omo fun, well the 2nd part for me in particular. I forgot to mention, his into bondage, even more so Japanese rope bondage. So, I was wearing my boyshorts, tights and bodysuit while he got the hemp rope ready. While standing in front of the mirror, he softly wrapped the rope around my neck and down my body. Slowly knotting and forming the diamond pattern as he bound the rope around my body. I stood still has he manoeuvred the excess rope, pulling and tugging it taut until it slightly dug into me. It wasn’t uncomfortably tight but snug like jeans half a size too small. After completing and staring at my body with the mesmerizing diamond pattern, he ordered me to put my jumpsuit on. The jumpsuit was probably my only outfit which fully hid the rope around my neck with its collar. The same jumpsuit I use for my fun layering challenges. Not soon later, maybe half past 11 am and he said we’re heading out. I felt shivers run down my spine as I heard this. We left as soon as I got my purse and boots on. About 45 minutes later, we arrived at the shopping centre. Perfect time for lunch he instructed as we walked down the centre towards the restaurants. I felt so naughty being bound yet able to move freely, but not for long as I was bound under his control. We took a stroll around until he decided specifically on the Ramen shop. I didn’t think much of the ramen broth as I drank most of it up and we ordered a lemon ginger tea. However, not long after, I felt my bladder remind me of its impending fullness. We left the restaurant after paying and headed towards the clothing stores. I remember looking at his face and seeing him smile with his puppy eyes like nothing was amiss. Although I’ve been in ropes before, being in public makes the ropes feel alive. You’re conscious of each muscle you move as the ropes dig into you. Every breath I took reminded me of my predicament. It didn’t help at all that it felt nice lol. He walked into one of the stores and began browsing around, I was following his lead. After a few loops of the isles, he grabbed a few articles of clothing and smiled at me. I felt my bladder ached as my stomach dropped, he wanted me to try them on. I grabbed the clothes and went to the change rooms. A staff member instructed me which stall to use. My legs felt like jelly as I nervously walked past the lady and into the stall. Once I entered the stall, I closed the blinds and made sure they went to the edges of the stall wall. I hung my purse and clothes then looked at the mirror, I was slightly flushed. My heart was racing as I began to undo my belt and each individual button of my jumpsuit, revealing the bright ropes over my black undergarments. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I let my jumpsuit drop to the floor as I undid the last button, staring at my mesmerizing but lewd bound up body. I went through the pile of clothes my boyfriend chose, they were a pair of skinny jeans, white blouse and a pink playsuit. As I pulled up the jeans, my phone buzzed and with my BF demanding to see me. I quickly put on the white blouse and face timed him. The thin blouse almost did nothing to hide the exposed ropes. I bit my lip as this was felt so erotic, if someone would to see me like this, I would die of embarrassment. I did the same with the playsuit, although a bit better hiding the body, the rope around my neck wasn’t covered. My body was burning hot. I slid my hand down the smooth fabric of the playsuit, ever so often there were bumps from the rope. My bladder was bulging, bound up by the shibari and nowhere to expand. I caressed my nether region distracting me from my bladders fullness. My whole body flinched as my phone vibrated with ‘naughty girl’. It was like he could read my mind. I quickly removed the playsuit and back into my jumpsuit. Double checking my bondage didn’t show through my clothes. I opened the curtains and gave the clothes to the lady. My Boyfriend once again smiled at me as we made our way out. My bladder at that point was around 8-9, I knew we should be heading back soon, or so I thought – instead he brought me to a café. “Desert time.” He said, “Large coffee, right.” “B-.” I utter before obeying, “Yes.” We both sat down around a small table. I was trying to keep my composure, but the tight ropes weren’t helping. I was near my limit of not squirming. We didn’t have to wait long till the waitress brought out cups of coffee and a cupcake. I was hesitant drinking the coffee, knowingly it would be my doom and it was damn hot. “We’re not leaving until you finish it.” He warned me. While it felt like I took forever to drink that cup of coffee, it only took around 10 minutes in total. After finishing, I was anticipating going home since it took almost an hour to get here. But like all good Doms, I had one more challenge before that happens. I could barely stand straight, the rope tightening as my bladder expanded. Restricting me like a snake, especially my tender bladder. “I just need some groceries.” He simply requested I gasped and doubled forward as I almost laughed at this stupid request. I felt the ropes tighten each breath, before calming down. It seemed so stupid but just like him to delay my need. We went down to the supermarket and quickly went got what we needed. I walked leaning on the trolley, just to decrease the pressure, albeit not by much. I was at a solid 9/10, I needed to pee so badly. We went through the self-checkout, put the items into the car and finally our journey back. I couldn’t keep still in the seat, crossing and tapping my legs. I even jammed my hands into my crotch, squeezing them with my legs. 20 minutes left till we get home, I could feel my bladder throb – probably from the coffee. I was now at my wits end, almost frozen holding myself. Trying not to wet his seat took all my concentration and energy. I began massaging my lower lips. I used the tightness of the ropes, thrusting my hips and grinding to the edge. We managed to get home without me wetting. it was around 4 pm so I’ve now been holding for over 5 hours. The challenge begins as I could barely move without causing a leak. My boyfriend help me get out of the car, despite how slow I could move. I waddled with my legs together to the bathroom, arms around my BF’s shoulder. He placed his hand on my bloated bladder protruding from my abdomen. “This is your reward.” He said as he slide his hand into my clothes while standing behind me. He grabbed the rope and began tugging, with his other hand he caressed from the outside. My whole body went numb with bliss and pleasure. I completed cave in and let him massage me. I could feel my body slowly succumb but still denying to wet myself. However, just a few more careful hand movements, I fell into an out of the world orgasm. My whole body collapses in the bathtub, peeing through everything. My bladder kept going for over 2 minutes, the most relaxing feeling ever. “You held it amazingly.” He praised me while hugging me. While I took a few minutes to regain composure, he got back to the groceries - Cant for those. After the we had an amazing fun bed time together. And finally the clean up. And this was one of the most amazing experiences we’ve had lol
  20. 2 points
    About one year before i had this experience at the shopping mall, i went with my friend to a soccer game. He was there with a girl, but it was not this girl from the mall. We had to go for 1.5 hours by bus to this game. At the second part of the game the girl said that she would need to pee. My friend told her that she should wait until the game is over and that there will be loos on the way to the bus where she could go. She agreed. I did love to know that she was needing to wee and i was turned on about it. After the match we went to the bus and in front of the loos was a queue. We had time enough to wait for her, but my friend said " The bus is leaving, we don`t have time to wait, you have to hold it." "But it would be really urgent" she answered. He did take her by her hand and we went to the bus. We had to wait more then a half hour before we did leaf. I could see that she was needing to wee all the time we was waiting, but she did stay in the bus. We was together since early afternoon and she did not go to the loo all this time. I remember that my friend made her drink a lot. I think her bladder must have been big as a soccer ball!!!? To that time i did not know that he loved to make girls hold and wait, i know that since one year later as we was in the shopping mall. I think that she was needing to wee long before she did admit it at the stadium. Some girls are to shy to talk about their humanly needs, they hold it and hold it and hope that they finde a place where they can go discreet. The girl was bursting to pee at the long bus ride, she was needing to wee so really bad, she balled her hand to fists, she squeezed her thigs and sometimes she whispered to my friend ear. I think that she told him how bad she had to go and i think that was exactly that what he wanted to hear. I am sure that he did not let her go, as soon as we arrived, i think that he did find a reason to made her hold it longer. At the following years i had some more experiences with my friend, where girls was bursting to pee. Maybe i`ll write some of them.
  21. 2 points
    My first experience with wetting really set off a control fetish. I must have been 7 or 8 but the experience stuck with me. When I was in church once, I had to go to the bathroom. It was a small church so there was only one stall and a sink outside of it. I was in the stall when this one girl came in, begging me to let her go... She was a really mean snobby girl, so I wasn't in any hurry to finish up and rush out. But I could hear the desperation in her voice. "Please... please hurry, I'm gonna pee, I can't hold it..." I called, "I'll be done in a minute, I'm going number 2..." Which was the truth. I got myself cleaned up and was fighting to get my pantyhose back up when I heard her gasp. "HURRY..!" This was when I started to rush myself because I realized how serious it was. I'd never wet myself in living memory so I couldn't understand how much of an emergency it was. It was then that I realized it was too late for her. "Oh NO, oh no I'm peeing. I can't stop- I'm peeing myself..." I burst out of the stall to see her pressing her hands into her crotch and the pee spreading across the front of her dress. She was absolutely stricken, gasping and almost crying. She wasn't making any moves to go into the stall, she'd given up, she was locked in place as the pee rushed out of her and I heard a patter on the floor. I felt some kind of twinge between my legs- it was the first time I'd felt that feeling and I suddenly realized my life was going to be changed forever. She looked humiliated and it was the first time I hadn't seen her up on her high horse. This was my fault- I didn't go fast enough- and I was secretly glad. She started to cry. "Please... can you get Sister Swank... I need clothes.." I realized she was going to bring in one of the baptismal robes and that could only mean one thing- a walk of shame to the car where anyone could guess what had happened. I felt a little sorry for her- but only a little. I stepped aside of the stall so she could go in and hide her embarrassment. "Okay. I'll go..." "Please don't tell anyone..." I heard from the stall. "Promise me you'll keep it secret..." "I promise." And I kept it- from that day, I never told a soul. Until today. That was 20 years ago and I doubt she even remembers it. But it felt good to have a little piece of blackmail to hold over her head- I never mentioned it to her again but she suddenly started being a lot nicer to me. I could have ruined her reputation. Anyway, forcing myself or other people to hold until they can't anymore has been a fetish that revived when I was older and understood what a kink was. There's a little sadism and domination, humiliation play there... But mostly I'm turned on by the desperation and loss of control. Having no control over giving in to your baser instincts is the ultimate.
  22. 1 point
    In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
  23. 1 point
    sophiasmith.rar View File My collection of Sophia Smith peeing videos, to add to the forum thread recently created. Nudity in some of them. Submitter ramrod66 Submitted 12/10/2019 Category Peeing  
  24. 1 point
    That was perfect!! I loved it!!
  25. 1 point
    Hey, I think you did a great job putting together the story! Aside from the small corrections that Grammarly would probably yell at me to fix, I think this does well to set up the story's cause, effect, and conclusion as an omo-based story would often want to do. I do enjoy Splatoon-based hijinks, and tying in the demands of the competitive scene was a neat idea. My only real critique, and do know that not every story needs a lot of this, is that some parts felt they lacked a bit of extra sustenance, or lacked a bit of added detail. I still believe going simple is a fine approach, and I did enjoy reading through this. However, I understand some readers like that added pizazz now and then. Otherwise, for your first fanfic on here, you did great, Clem.
  26. 1 point
    This is the version of Osmosis Jones I dreamed about as a child.
  27. 1 point
    They should have worn something that made the leaks a bit more obvious! I'm sure I read that Nadia used to be incontinent, so has obviously addressed it (reasonably) successfully...
  28. 1 point
    One of my uploads. Disclaimer is that this comes from a twitter sex worker whose handle I unfortunately forgot. She definitely posted it herself for kink reasons. I think she has a manyvids. I'll try to find it.
  29. 1 point
    When I pee lying down, I prefer lying on my side, because I always have penis tucked between my legs and feels best when pee is running down my leg.
  30. 1 point
    She was pretty cool. Seemed like a fun girl but I do think she missed the point of what a lot of her dares were about.
  31. 1 point
    I can’t wait to see what happens
  32. 1 point
    If you are doing a 24 hrs hold you have to keep your pee in for hours, be it 'morning pee' or 'day pee'. So if you are determined to go for 24 hours you have to keep this 'long-time-contents' in your bladder for a full day. And as Here4theFun said, I do not expect any bad issues if done from time to time. btw I did a 24 hours hold myself last weekend. Last pee Friday at 10 p.m., starting into Saturday with already a noticeable urge at breakfast time but could distract myself quite easily. Could manage to have lunch facing only slight problems, but in the afternoon I was already feeling very full and the first surges hit me. As usual I decided to ignore these feelings because I know that staying holding these negative feelings subside and change for my desired 'pleasant fullness'. For another 3 or 4 hours I could indulge in a constant urge to have to pee but without the negative aspects of surges, spasms or the like. By early evening I realized that I was approaching my limits and short twitches interfered with my positive feelings. But being an experienced long-time-holder used to tolerate discomfort I managed to reach 10 p.m. again, though I had to hold my crotch constantly for the last hour to keep me from leaking or spurting.
  33. 1 point
    Here is the second of my stories from this poll: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ . I was inspired by a image I saw on Gelbooru, which I'll link at the end. WARNING: contains strong language and some violence. (If you've seen Black Lagoon, this should come as no surprise). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roanapur, Thailand. You couldn’t find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Between the drug peddlers, arms dealers, and multiple mafia groups, there truly was a flavor of crime for everyone. And yet, for the Lagoon Delivery Company, this place was home. As long as your money was good, they’d deliver any cargo, no matter how illegal, with no questions asked. On this warm tropical evening, the crew was aboard their boat, the Black Lagoon, patiently awaiting the return of one of their own. “Fuck!” groaned Revy, the group’s enforcer. “What’s taking Rock so long?” “Easy there,” said Dutch, the leader of the crew. “He’ll get here when he gets here.” “Whatever,” Revy grunted, opening another beer. “For every minute he’s late, I’m taking more of his paycheck.” “All the same,” said Benny, the crew’s tech guy, “it’s not like him to keep us waiting. You don’t think something happened to him, do you?” “Ah, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Revy jeered. “Wha- I’m not-,” Benny started to retort, but Dutch held up a hand to silence him. A familiar figure was making his way down the docks towards them. Rock, former salaryman and newest member of the Lagoon Company, had returned. “Well, well, well,” said Revy, “he lives and- Jesus!” As she got a better look at Rock, she saw he was in pretty bad shape. His clothes were torn, his face was a mess of blood and bruises, and he was walking with a noticeable limp. “Rock, talk to me!” Revy shouted, annoyed at the concern creeping into her voice. “What the hell happened to you?” “It was those fuckers we were supposed to deliver the package to,” Rock groaned. He paused for breath as Dutch and Benny helped him onto the boat. “I showed up to their headquarters, like I was supposed to. Then I guess they decided they could stiff us. They took the goods, kicked the shit out of me, and sent me back without pay.” “And you didn’t fight back?” asked Revy. Rock smiled grimly, showing off bloodstained teeth. “Revy, there were about fifty of them, all armed to the teeth. I’m not getting paid enough for suicide.” “Well, we can’t just let those assholes get away with it!” Revy snarled. “Nobody tries to fuck over the Lagoon Company and lives!” “Believe me, I’m with you,” said Rock. “But we’ll have to be smart about this.” In the Black Lagoon’s cabin, the crew reviewed their information. “So these guys are holed up in their hideout; an old warehouse on the south side,” Rock explained. “They ordered enough guns to arm a small nation, plus a whole load of drugs.” “Trying to establish themselves as real criminals, huh,” Dutch mused. “They must be new in town.” “I’ll say,” growled Revy, sipping her beer. “They don’t know enough to not fuck with us.” “We’ll show them,” said Rock. “In this line of work, we can’t afford to look weak.” “So I take it there won’t be any backup on this one?” asked Benny. “No,” Rock replied. “We’ll have to handle it ourselves.” “He’s right,” said Dutch. “But it’ll be one hell of an uphill battle. Our best bet is to go in ASAP, while we still know where they are and they’re not expecting us. Revy, you’ll be on point. I’ll cover you with the Remington. Benny, stay here and monitor the comms. We don’t need anyone else getting involved. And Rock… just get some rest, okay?” “Hell yeah,” said Revy with a grin. “Let’s do this!” In her cluttered room, Revy rummaged around until she found what she was looking for: her trusty dual Sword Cutlass pistols. She double-checked them, loaded the magazines, then downed the rest of her beer. As she crushed the can and tossed it in the garbage, she started to feel the effects of her numerous drinks. Not inebriation (she didn’t get drunk easily), but rather a familiar pressure in her bladder. Revy was about to head to the boat’s restroom when there was a knock on her door. “You ready yet, Revy?” asked Dutch. “Sure,” she replied. It’ll be fine, she reassured herself. I can just take a leak once we’re done. During the long walk to the warehouse, Revy could feel her needs getting worse. It wasn’t at leg-crossing, crotch-holding levels yet, but it was enough to make her want to finish the job quickly. Part of her even hoped the goons would give up without a fight. “You okay there?” asked Dutch. “You’re being awfully quiet.” “I was, uh, lost in thought,” said Revy. “Y’know, contemplating the havoc we’re gonna wreak.” Soon, they reached a run-down industrial area of Roanapur. Abandoned buildings and rusted shipping crates dominated the landscape. “Man, what a shithole,” said Revy. “Mm-hm,” Dutch agreed. “Listen, I’m gonna set up a sniping point on that old crane over there. You’re on your own from here on out.” As she continued forward, Revy considered stopping briefly to relieve herself in an alley. She’d done so many times before, usually after a long night of drinking at the Yellow Flag. Not an option, she scolded herself. We’re on a tight schedule here; no time for a fucking potty break. The warehouse itself was fairly nondescript, with multiple entrances and a few catwalks on the exterior. A couple of men were patrolling, and Revy decided to get their attention. “Yo, assholes!” she yelled. The closest man turned to look at Revy, her impressive figure clad in a tube top and what could charitably be described as shorts. “Hey, looks like the entertainment’s here!” he leered. “Hardly,” said Revy. “I’m with the Lagoon Company. You know, the guys you decided to rip off. Now, there are two ways we can do this. You give me the money you owe, or things get messy.” “You’re joking, right?” The man drew an assault rifle and aimed at Revy. “You ain’t getting a penny from us. Now get out before I blow your brains out.” “Option two it is,” growled Revy. She drew her Cutlasses and fired before the man could. Hearing the gunfire, more armed thugs rushed out the doors. Revy fired a few more shots, then ducked behind the nearby wall of a demolished building. “It’s on, fuckers,” she snarled. Sure enough, the rest of the goons opened fire. The flimsy wall wouldn’t protect her for long, so Revy kept moving. She ran to the opposite edge of the wall and fired, scoring two perfect headshots. Scanning her surroundings for more cover, she spotted an overturned shipping container and made a dash for it, diving the final few feet as gunfire narrowly missed her. Revy landed hard and winced as she felt a few drops of urine leak out. Her need to pee was definitely noticeable now, and her bladder was demanding that she empty it soon. Trying to ignore it, Revy popped out from behind cover and fired off two full clips. She didn’t wait and see how many she hit; she was already planning her next move. The next piece of potential cover, a thick concrete barrier, was much too far away for Revy to reach without getting shot. Luckily, sniper rifle shots rang out, letting her know that Dutch was doing his job. Revy dashed for the barrier, firing a few potshots to discourage her opponents. It was sturdy enough to allow her a brief respite, letting her catch her breath and reload. Unfortunately, with that moment’s rest, her urge to pee came back into sharp focus. The pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable, and Revy desperately wanted to put her hands to her groin and hold herself. However, given that she had a pistol in each hand, this wasn’t an option. Instead, she settled for squeezing her legs together and fidgeting before resuming the shootout. One of the goons, trying to locate the sniper that was harassing them, pulled out his own Remington sniper rifle. Revy took aim at him and fired off six shots. Normally, this would have been enough to kill anything that moved, but Revy was fidgeting so badly that every shot missed. She cursed herself silently before emptying her other pistol, this time hitting her target. Fuck me, thought Revy as she reloaded, now crossing her legs in desperation. This is not going well; I can’t hit shit like this! I gotta piss so fuckin’ bad! Firing at more of the thugs, with barely any of her shots hitting, Revy reviewed her options. She couldn’t keep shooting like this; at this rate, either she or Dutch would end up catching a bullet. And she didn’t exactly have time to take a bathroom break. That meant the only other choice was to- No! Revy interrupted herself. I can’t just piss myself! That’d be humiliating! But if the alternative is getting shot... , said another voice inside her, and Revy realized there was no choice. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to do. “Fuck my life,” groaned Revy, and she opened her legs and let her bladder relax. It took a moment for the floodgates to open, but when they did, it was like a dam had burst inside Revy’s shorts. Her crotch grew warm as urine flowed out of her, soaking her panties and creating a huge wet patch. Droplets of pee formed trails as they cascaded down Revy’s bare legs and added to the growing puddle at her feet. It was gross, but she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Goddamn, this feels so good! thought Revy in ecstasy. Now where were we? Still emptying her bladder, Revy jumped out from behind the barrier and opened fire. This time, every shot hit its mark and twelve thugs crumpled to the ground. She rolled out of the way of returning fire (drops of pee flew into the air, but she didn’t care), quickly reloaded and fired off another volley. “Alright, alright!” came a panicked shout. Revy looked up and saw a man in a suit on the catwalk holding a large briefcase. “Here’s the money we owe you, just leave us alone!” he yelled. He tossed the briefcase down to to Revy, who opened it to find huge stacks of Thai baht. With one gun still trained on the warehouse, she counted the money and found it was more than the Lagoon Delivery Company was owed. Not that she was going to tell him that. “Good enough,” said Revy. “Now don’t you ever fuck with us again.” “Y-you got it,” the man stammered. He looked closer at Revy. “Wait, did you piss your- aggh!” “I don’t miss twice, asshole,” growled Revy. Clutching the bullet in his shoulder, the man in the suit called out to his surviving henchmen and beat a wise retreat. Cash in hand, Revy made her way back to the crane where Dutch had set up shop. “Mission accomplished,” she called up to him. Dutch grinned at her and climbed down. “Nice work, Revy,” he said. If he noticed the wet patch on her shorts, he was smart enough to not mention it. Police sirens sounded in the distance, and the two of them ran all the way back to the docks. Back aboard the Black Lagoon, Rock was lying on the couch holding an ice pack to his head. “Ah, you’re back,” he commented. “I take it the operation was successful?” “Got that right,” Dutch replied. “We got the money and showed ‘em who’s boss.” “Good, good,” said Rock. “Then that should be the end of our troubles with them.” Dutch went off to check on Benny, leaving Rock and Revy alone. Revy lit a cigarette and sighed. “So how many times does this make that I’ve had to bail you out?” “Revy, I… look,” said Rock. “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.” “Pff, don’t mention it,” Revy scoffed. “If someone’s always gotta save your ass, it might as well be me.” “Fair enough,” Rock chuckled. He took a closer look at Revy. “Hey, did you wet your-” Suddenly, everything went black and Rock felt something wet slap his face. He peeled it off and gasped as he saw Revy’s bare ass in his face. She had removed her sodden shorts and panties and thrown them at him. “Compared to the other guy, you got off light,” Revy sneered, flipping him off. She strode off to her room, smirking at Rock’s red face. All in all, it hadn’t been a bad day. THE END --------------------------------------- So here's the aforementioned picture. The link is https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1610851 The text reads: "Shit! Seriously? I fuckin' pissed myself..."
  34. 1 point
    I do love to write omo fiction when I'm in the mood for it but I also write other more normal fantasy stuff. And this pet peeve is something I have too. I gotta be careful what I reveal about my story because I do want to keep this side of me away from the normal writing side of me since friends and family know about that. But my characters don't get around their normal bodily functions, only when they are relevant though because otherwise it's just unnecessary detail. You don't get to be trapped in boxes for three days and stay dry. They even complain about how awkward some parts of their journey are and how no book ever mentions that. And a water based mage is the perfect opportunity to make jokes about the puddles she leaves.
  35. 1 point
    I love the sound of ladies peeing. My wife loves going really loud and powerful when desperate and knows how much I enjoy it
  36. 1 point

    Version 1.0.0

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    As requested in a thread! I hope it isn't a reupload - if it is, then it has no reason to be re-uploaded.

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  37. 1 point
    Hi, I just found some pictures of a accident I had earlier this year which I never got around to upload. I don't remember anything specific about this wetting, but I think it's some good pictures that I hope you will enjoy!
  38. 1 point
    the quality of sex depends on the quality of the relationship. there are some obstacles in yours, even if you may not realize. of course, a child becomes the main priority, but that's no reason why the two of you wouldn't have time for yourself every now and then. another reason is that when a woman has a child, her role becomes being a mother instead of a lover and her body has changed psychologically and physically for that particular role, while yours has not, at least not that significantly. i think the best course of action would be to relieve her of as much stress and responsibility as you can, and relaxed as she will be she might feel the desire to be kinky again. until then, porn can be your friend (but you'll have to drop those ideological beliefs to actually enjoy it - people do porn for money, that's it. if actors and actresses who don't want to be a part of it and have a chance to leave, that's not abuse). it's bizzare that a concern like that is mentioned on a forum where most users get turned of by people unwillingly wetting themselves. how about a wetting video of a woman's own production, doing it willingly and with pleasure? i don't like seeing a woman being abused as well, so i only watch content of which i'm sure that's not the case.
  39. 1 point
    Gotcha. I can give that. Thanks for the advice. The room Quilia is currently in is shaped much like a stereotypical entrance to a large castle. A room more long than wide, flanked by many large pillars with large chandeliers above. Probably around 100ft wide, 400ft long, with 5 pillars on each side of the path downward. Golem is about 15 feet tall. I will describe the next room at the end of this post, to avoid having just a big-ol info dump in the center of a post. Quilia, having run hard to give herself some distance to think before she had to think about dodging was trying to think of what to do. Wracking her mind, she remembered a scene passed down for generations: the battle of Hoth. When faced with a larger opponent, one method to damage is to trip them. Lacking any cable or rope to trip it however she would have to think of an alternate method, and as a wave of desperation crashed into her, the idea came to her: cause it to slip! The cloth in her backpack was still being described as wet. She had a thought of perhaps using the potion, but decided against it, despite the burning embarrassment she was already beginning to feel. She did however know that smooth stone against smoot stone with some water in between would lend to a very slippery surface. Summoning the cloth into her hand, she could feel the weight and wetness on her hand, though it was now quite cool. Quilia really didn’t like the idea of holding it for a very long time, and the thought of holding it was making the pressure on her own bladder worse. The golem was beginning to close in. Quilia turned her arm back, and began to feel the weight of the cloth in her hand increase slightly, seemingly in response to what she was about to do. Throwing it forward, the cloth sailed through the air and landed with a soft splat on the ground befitting of a wet cloth. The cloth seemed to spread more liquid than Quilia had let out earlier, perhaps the dungeon meant to help her. Quilia’s throw was not particularly good. She never was partial to baseball. Thankfully, this golem seemed to lack completely in higher intelligence compared to the golem Quilia had met in town, and thus walked predictably and stoically forward, and stepped right onto the cloth. The golem’s foot immediately went out from underneath it. It tried to stabilize itself, but lacking any intelligence to do it well, the golem instead crashed into one of the stone pillars, causing a large chunk of stone to fall down on top of it. Quilia rushed forward, ready to deal more hits to finish the golem. Quilia though found herself to be quite lucky, the stone pillar had fallen on top of the golem’s head, and by sheer luck, managed to cleave it right off. The golem seemed to try and move a bit, but the dismembered stone head slowly dimmed, and with the dimming of the golem head, the rest of the body ceased its movement as well. Quilia sighed in relief, and feeling the pressure on her bladder still present, quickly moved over to the golem to see if any loot dropped. She did find a light red orb, and picking it up, she discovered what it was: Stone of Telekinesis (badly damaged): Can perform telekinesis equal to force of what the user can use, but needs quite a while to recharge after used. Magic-ing that orb away into her inventory, Quilia quickly moved to the stairs, and began moving up them. As is usual with this dungeon, the stairs took a decent amount of time to climb. Quilia crested the stairs, and came upon a room a bit different from previous rooms she was in. This one instead of a room fit for a dungeon looked more like the town that she was in previously. This room was well lit, with some grass and plants. The room itself looked to be around 500x500 feet, with in the last third of a room, a large castle-like wall stood, blocking access to the exit. Scattered around the room In the center there was a gate, flanked by two human-like guards. Quilia approached the guards, and tentatively began moving toward the gates. As she approached further, she saw that one guard was male, one guard was female, though their features were hidden well by armor. As Quilia got close the two guards crossed their halberds in front of her. The female guard spoke up. “Halt, adventurer. To pass through this gate and get to the next trial, you must release some urine from your bladder in front of us.” At the thought of this, Quilia’s cheeks began burning. Being less than eager to pursue this option, Quilia backed up a good bit and began to look around her and begin to plan. AREA (with picture): There are trees, shrubs and grass. There are two large trees that would likely block sight of the two lower guards. The wall itself has pretty rough brickwork, and can be climbed, about 40 feet tall. On top of the wall are some ramparts. There are also two windows (black boxes) on the wall that lead inside, though Quilia cannot see what is inside. WHAT WILL QUILIA DO? Pee in front of them: Quilia is averse to this action, so while it will reduce bladder with no detriment to trials, Quilia will receive a stat decrease for a short time due to her pee shy nature. Seduce them: Cha, due to the guards being more intelligent that some previous targets, being more descriptive in what Quilia attempts will be more beneficial Bribe them: Cha, If Quilia can convince them, Quilia will lose an amount of gold either 20 or less based on cha roll, and pass without detriment FIGHT!: Just beat them up, at least a little Run past: leg it. Climb the walls: Stat depends on method. May be able to fashion some help out of trees or bushes (primitive rope or climbing help) Get into the windows: stat depends on method, easier to get into than top of the wall, but unknown as to what will be found (possibly treasure, possibly other guards) OTHER: Fill in. To reiterate, if you give a good reason as to why a stat should work (like int to build some climbing tools), it still may be possible. As usual, let me know if there's anything to improve.
  40. 1 point
    Hi everyone! I actually wet myself for the first time this morning and am kind of curious about it. I did a little searching, found this site, and decided to share! So last night I was out drinking with my friends. Just regular drinking and dancing, but when I got home I went straight to bed instead of using the bathroom like I usually did. I woke up I about an hour later with a mild need to pee, but I've found needing to go always turns me on a bit. I started thinking about my friend who's super hot and started fondling my boobs to warm myself up. But, rubbing my boobs makes me fall alseep while I'm drunk and I ended up nodding off before I got anywhere. Fortunately, I had a crazy sex dream that was super hot and satisfying. Eventually, I shot awake, my panties were soaking wet and I was absolutely dying to pee. I crossed my legs and shot my hand to hold myself. I instinctively thurst my hips against my hand a few times from being super horny until I felt a shot of hot pee against my hands. I froze and locked up hard, in a fog thinking about what to do next. I didn't want to wet the bed, so I tried to get up, but when I stood, more piss shot out and I could feel some drips between my thighs and start down my leg. I started to hobble over to my bathroom, but about halfway through the living room, I started to lose it and couldn't stop. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, peeing full force through my panties. I never felt more relieved in my life to just let go as I sat there in pure euphoric bliss. My hand wandered into my panties and I came in absolute no time, one of the best i ever had. I just sat on the toilet until I was completely done peeing. I stood up and looked myself in the full length mirror, inspecting the mess I made and thought it was incredibly hot. I showered up, got my phone, and started looking up stuff and stumbled over this site! I spent the rest of the day wrestling with the idea of whether to share my story or not, and well, here I am!
  41. 1 point
    I go to many music festivals. I have often seen women peeing in public at them. But I have seen only a few wetting themselves (but all very recently). The first was in broad daylight. There was a long queue for the toilets when a band finished on the main stage. Near the queue a woman in dark green romper shorts knelt in the grass, with her back to a fence, while she peed herself. She had her hands between her legs, front and back, to try to pull aside. But the dark damp patch showed when she stood up and walked away. Another was very drunk when she sat in the grass, legs straight in front of her, and pissed through her knickers and the seat of her denim skirt. There was still a puddle in her skirt which poured out when she stood up. Another went to the fence with her boyfriend when it was dark. She watched with great interest as he stood, pissing through the chain-link fence. Then it was his turn. She turned so she had her back to the fence, parted her legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He watched her intently as she pissed through her black and white knickers. When she finished she shook herself dry, dropped her skirt back and they kissed before walking away, hand in hand. I saw another couple together. She was very shy and very desperate. He took her into a dark spot in front of a fence. She squatted low and he squatted next to her, for support (she was leaning on him, as well as the emotional support). She started to slide her denim skirt up so she could pull her knickers down, but she felt too exposed. And then it was too late. She stated leaking and the leak turned into an unstoppable rush of pee pouring through her knickers and skirt. The last one was in a group of three. Each took in in turn to squat and piss in the grass in front of the fence. Except for the third. She leant back against a fence post in a sort of sitting position, and slid the back of her skirt up. She didn't want to expose herself, so just pissed straight through her knickers; a slivery stream falling into the grass between her heels. As she straightened up I glimpsed the side of her knickers, so I know she wore them and didn't pull them down or aside. She certainly wet herself deliberately. (Pictures illustrate clothing only!)
  42. 1 point
    I'm probably going to get some pushback from this one, but I love the thought of having a curvy, plump, voluptuous wife in her early to mid 30s. After the third or so baby, she's gotten a bit of an overactive bladder and stress-leaks whenever she sneezes or laughs. The thought of her crossing her legs and blushing after a good laugh, or me trying to find her a restroom when her bladder starts contracting and starts spurting in her pants shortly thereafter, is just
  43. 1 point
    This was meant to be longer but I decided to split them up into two parts- we will get back to Palm Desert and timeskip a little by the end of the next chapter! Part 2: Losing The Bet (Tags: Desperation, wetting, holding, handsy stuff, dom/sub, lil bit of pee drinking) Sarah drove on into the dark, focused hard on the lines, mile markers and tail lights ahead of her. Focused perhaps a little too hard, almost as if she was actively avoiding thinking about her bladder. Kylie, on the other hand, was fine. She silently graded the state of her need around a 4- comfortably full. She could pee, but she really wanted to win this little challenge that Sarah had rather stupidly taken on. Besides, she thought, it’s not like she’ll last much longer. Sarah took the bet out of spite and bratty playfulness: Kylie suspected that not even Sarah was under the illusion that her pants would stay dry. “Babe,” Kylie said, breaking a content silence in the vintage car’s cockpit; “where you at, you reckon?” Sarah’s voice cracked as she answered. “E-eight.” Kylie raised her eyebrow as she watched the tip of the tiny tent Sarah was pitching in her leggings grow wet as the desperate girl lost control for just a second, before the stream stopped, leaving a small patch of damp fabric behind. “Okay, mm-maybe nine…” She made this concession innocently and bashfully, convincing Kylie that the leak had been a genuine little accident. Kylie liked Sarah’s accidents. She gently reached across the car and traced her finger on the wet spots, using no more force than necessary. Not that it stopped another spurt from escaping the (now beet-red) girl behind the wheel, a spurt that lasted a couple seconds longer than the last. “Careful,” Kylie warned in that same dominant, “I-know-you-hafta-pee” tone she had used earlier. “More like that and I might decide you officially lose.” Sarah donned her best pouty face and let loose a sharp, bratty hmph, trying her best to not show just how desperate she was even as she wiggled her butt in the Z’s bucket seat. “We’re getting low on gas hon, I’m gonna pull off soon.” “Shit, really?” her passenger asked, craning her neck in a fruitless attempt to see the fuel gauge around the bulky edge of the instrument cluster. “This thing must drink gas, we never had to stop this early before, not even in the Mazda.” She was right. Not even in the pitifully uneconomic rotary did the girls ever stop this soon in the trip. Sarah sent off a silent “thank you” to whichever old Japanese engineer had designed the stupidly obtrusive dashboard of her car back in the 80s, because that design combined with how far forward Kylie had her seat meant that Sarah was the sole occupant that knew the fuel tank was still a quarter full. In truth, Sarah’s body was screaming for, well, release, but it would settle for a break from the steady vibration that had begun pounding her bulging bladder about two hours ago- normally, the car rode very smoothly, but even the small amount of road feel afforded by the touring suspension was enough to make a girl in Sarah’s state uncomfy. The car pulled into a well-lit service station and stopped in front of one of the many free pumps. The station was mostly deserted; a couple cars sat at random pumps, and some sleeper cabs were parked around back. With the passenger window cracked, Kylie could hear nothing but the familiar blend of humming fluorescent lights, top 40s radio and passing cars. Sarah cut the engine and pulled the parking brake, then stared at the dash as it went dark. She shivered, trying to focus on the low music emanating from her door speaker instead of the seemingly gallons of piss that seemed to beg for freedom. Kylie sat too, watching Sarah suffer a little as she bit her lip. “Well, sweetheart, ya gunna pump the gas?” she said, knowing full well that attempting to climb out of the car would result in a complete loss of control. “N-not here Kylie.. would you please just do it for me?” she stammered out, cracking her own window and looking at Kylie with puppy dog eyes. “Fine, Essie. You better hold on while we’re here.” “Hurry then!” Sarah watched with trepidation as Kylie went through the painstakingly slow process of digging Sarah’s wallet out from her unorganized, oversized purse, digging through what was essentially a big leather tote bag before pulling out the card holder and verifying which card Sarah wanted the gas on. Sarah lost one of her distractions when Kylie opened the passenger door, triggering the stereo to shut off, made worse by the jolt of Kylie slamming the door a little harder than was necessary. The impact led to a little leak, and Sarah barely let a “hey, watch it!” escape as she held on to her pee with every muscle in her body. “Which number?” Kylie poked her head down to eye level, asking in her own way what octane the new car took. “Ninety one.. hurry please! Just fill it!” “Relax sweetheart.” Sarah heard the telltale beeps of the gas pump, before the video screens on all the pumps started playing one of those stupid ads. Normally Sarah would be irritated by the consumerist bullshit, but this particular ad had her worried about something far removed from capitalism. “Thirsty? Come in and refresh with one of hundreds of drink options from our new Coke Freestyle machines.” Sarah heard the ad echo through the chorus of about two dozen pumps, and knew what was coming. The plastic narrator harped on about the mixologist opportunities the machine presented before the clickkkk of a soda can rung out, followed by the sound of a fizzy drink being poured into a glass of ice. Sarah leaked even more as she heard the glass fill, and a pool of standing liquid formed between her thighs as she clamped them shut. She regained composure, but there was no hiding how much she’d just leaked as the puddle soaked into her leggings or ran down her shins to drip onto the rubberized floormat. Kylie stared at the screen as the tank filled, lost in the thought of something decent to eat as the advertisement described various deli sandwich options. She thought of going inside to grab one, but remembered Sarah’s situation and thought she might be stabbed if she tried to delay her girlfriend’s “potty break” any longer. She glanced down at the low car just in time to see the puddle form between Sarah’s thighs through the window. She felt a tingle of excitement between her own legs, matched by the dull ache of her bladder. She started to fantasize about the play session she’d have with Sarah when they got back, until the metallic clink of the gas pump’s automatic stop made her jump, and release a couple drops of pee into her black lace panties as a consequence of what she’d been thinking about. Once Kylie climbed back in the car, Sarah wasted no time starting the engine and pulling her seatbelt back on, gingerly placing it across her bulging tummy. She knew she was going to let go, but she didn’t want to do it in such a well lit place- not tonight. “Hey leaker, gonna give it up yet?” “I’m fine!” Sarah insisted, but she was very much not fine. As she reached her left leg out to depress the clutch pedal, she felt a sharp pain just above her pubic bone. Kylie saw her wince, and her demeanor went from mischievous to concerned. “Honey, un-horny for a sec, please don’t hurt yourself. I’m only at like, a five. You know you’re gonna have an accident. Let’s just.. pull around back and park in one of the dark sleeper cab spaces and… you can go potty, okay?” Sarah hid her face, but nodded. She found it really sexy when Kylie acted all caregiver-ish. And she felt herself get wet in another way at the word “potty”- for whatever reason, no other word in almost a decade of being into omo kink turned her on like the word “potty.” She drove the car in first gear all the way back behind the convenience store part of the station, and shut it off. She nearly punched the power button on the stereo, cutting off the pounding drums of some metal song she would have remembered the name of any other time. Kylie unbuckled herself, then Sarah, and watched with a crossed leg as Sarah reached into her panties and angled her now soft penis downward between her thighs. Sarah didn’t mind using her dick for sex, but when it came to peeing, she preferred to pee like a woman. She always sat if she had the option, and would make an effort to point her stream down. Kylie fought her own urges, both to pee and to touch herself, as she watched Sarah’s face go from one of stress and desperation to one of sheer pleasure the second her cock was angled properly between her legs, completely letting go. A proper hisssss was heard as she flooded her panties, trickling noises sounding as the pee pooled wherever in the seat a body of water could form. “Good girl. Go potty in your pants for me. Let it allllll go.” Kylie whispered directly in Sarah’s ear, sliding a hand between her thighs and meeting a pool of liquid. She pulled her now wet hand back, and up to Sarah’s mouth, where they were sucked to the knuckle. Kylie gave into her horny desires and slid her dry hand into her own pants, rubbing her clit softly through her underwear, and her other hand diving back into the flooded area between Sarah’s legs, holding her girlfriend’s little cock as she relieved herself. Sarah knew she would have a lot of cleaning to do when she got back to Palm Desert, but she really couldn’t be made to care. She heard a waterfall of pee running off the seat and onto the floormat as her pants and seat were long overflowed. Her girlcock had gone soft from the pressure of holding, but the sensation of release and her partner’s gentle grasp had led her to start getting stiff again. She went back and forth between looking at her flood, and closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation- until, that is, she looked over and saw her girlfriend with her hands in her panties, mouth agape, her breath hot on Sarah’s neck as she moved closer for a kiss now that she’d been noticed. Kylie closed her eyes and dove into the kiss, her tongue and spit tangling up with her partner’s, her hand warm as she felt Sarah finish going to the toilet in her panties. When the stream finally stopped, Kylie gripped Sarah’s girlcock and started to gently stroke, eliciting soft moans from her partner as they kissed. Sarah moved to kiss Kylie’s neck and reached across to pull her breasts out the top of her scoop neck tee, lightly pinching her nipples and grasping as much tiddy as she could in her whole hand once they were free. Kylie pulled back from the kisses, and said through moans “l-let’s get to a rest stop and get you cleaned up.” After one small squeeze, she removed her hand from the girl’s sopping wet leggings. Sarah pouted at the removal of her partner’s pleasuring hand, and directed one of her own hands down from her girlfriend's chest, instead cupping her comparatively dry crotch. “But what about you? Don’t you have to go, sweetheart?l Kylie blushed. She loved when Sarah called her that. She quickly regained composure and reassumed her “dom mode”, and said “don’t worry. I have something in mind.” She peed just enough to wet Sarah’s hand through the black cotton of her shorts before stopping her stream. She shivered with pleasure as a mixture of Sarah’s finger on her clit and the warmth spreading to her butt overwhelmed her senses. “Come on, leak just a little more?” “Only since you were so good.” She peed again, a little longer this time. She felt her shorts squish when she shifted her weight. “Now drive. Rest stop. Shower stalls. Now.”
  44. 1 point
    Pepper Mint is a tea sommelier bent on making the best tea and getting it to the greatest heights, the royal family. Ginger the angel has heard about her ambitions and has made a pact with her. The best herbs, but only if the tea appeal to Ginger's specific...preferences...
  45. 1 point
    Glenn Quagmire. Family Guy's an anime, right? Honestly though, I'd have to go with Brock. He actually has characterization beyond just "pervert", which not every character does.
  46. 1 point
    This is a hilarious look at the state of the average knowledge of a woman's body less than a hundred years ago. Writer thinks women pee from their vaginas and thinks sex actually stretches out said vagina. The sad bit is that a huge number of people still believe these things today... On the bright side, he seemed to understand liquid dynamics well enough to know that with a smaller opening comes greater pressure.
  47. 1 point
    Sometimes it just feels more natural for me to wet myself. When I'm at home and I wear a diaper, I usually don't wait to start wetting. I just relax and let go. My problem is that sometimes I wait too long to change and I end up completely soaked. My reflexes kick in when I feel the diaper leaking, and I know it's time for a change.
  48. 1 point
    This is a story I wrote recently. Although it's fiction, it's based on a few true stories, so it's not really that fictitious. I hope the ladies who are into male desp/wetting find it to their liking, as I know there is not a lot of quality material available. == Slowly emerging from sleep, he was greeted by the familiar feeling of warm breath and soft lips against his neck. He moaned softly, noticing the familiar, flowery scent and silky touch of his girlfriend's long, dark brown hair draped over his chest. As he noticed her fingertips gently gliding across his sides, he also noticed she was fully on top of him, pinning him down. As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, he felt a gentle rocking back and forth. She was grinding her panties on him. It all started two days ago when they were out shopping for clothes together. They were in the men's section of the local department store when she noticed a pair of blue and green, striped cotton sports briefs. She felt a warm shiver run down her spine as her pulse increased, imagining her boyfriend wearing them under his tight jeans or walking around the house in them. "Ohhh, these are cute." She remarked, bending her knees slightly . "Are they?" He questioned with a smirk. "Maybe you should buy them for me." He had a feeling she was up to no good, but he did have a fetish for underwear that rivaled his girlfriend's, and an even bigger kink for indulging her and making her panties wet. He didn't anticipate the trouble he was about to get himself into. "Oh should I?" She grinned mischievously. "If you want them, there's a... price." He shivered as he felt his body warm intensely. "Price?" He asked. She leaned in, put her hand on the side of his stomach, placed her lips near the nape of his neck, breathing warmly, and whispered in his ear "Yes. If you want them, you have to wear them for the next three days..." "Without orgasming." She hissed in his ear. He gasped, knowing what a tease she could be. She was hard to resist with her dark brown eyes and long, dark hair. He was just about to blindly, arousedly accept her proposition without question when his better senses kicked in. She must have a plan and be after something. This was some sort of pervy, erotic torture she was planning for him, where failure would surely be his demise. "What happens if I cum?" He asked. Her hands trembling slightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his leg in the back of the department store, grinding super slowly against his leg through her tight, medium blue designer jeans. "Then you have to hold it." She felt his body tense and his breathing rapidly increase. She felt warm currents running up and down her body and a warm gush soak into her tight, silky black bikini panties. "You have to drink six beers. One every half an hour. When you're done drinking, then I will start a timer for an hour and a half. After 45 minutes, if you haven't peed your pants, we will go for a nice, slow walk outside. If you can hold it, you win and get free underwear. But if you pee in your pants..." He gasped in her ear. Between what she was proposing and her ever increasing tempo of grinding her jeans against his leg in the back of the store, he was shakey and sweaty with arousal. "Then you'll be my pee slave for the remainder of the week." She giggled as she coyly stared him in the eyes. "Y-y-yes Mistresssssssss..." He groaned as he found himself semi-involuntarily agreeing to her incredibly risky proposition for him. He was just highly intoxicated by his girlfriend's smell and his own arousal. "Sexy!" She said as she quickly grabbed the colourful, skimpy underwear off the shelf, and took it to the register to pay. "You can put these on when we get home." "Oh, one more thing." She whispered. "When I get to make you hold it, because let's be honest, you can't last three days, I'm going to put a lock on your jeans and make you beg me, slave." Now he was waking on the third day of their bet. Over the last two days, she had tried everything she could to make him orgasm in his new underwear. Touching them, stripping for him, grinding on his leg and kissing his neck while he sat on the couch, walking around the house in her panties, touching herself while he watched, and all while forcing him to edge. Unfortunately, he was determine to not let her win, and had been doing exceedingly well with not letting her win. Each time she had tried, it was her who had ended up frustratedly soaking her panties. Worse, he had been teasing and griefing her constantly about losing. He was so cocky and smug about it. She knew, much to her pleasure, that he always was more aroused doing things to her than he was if she were doing things to him. So she had even made him kiss her entire body, massage her breasts, kiss her nipples, and kiss her thighs, but nothing had worked. Not even tying his hands behind his back and grinding her soaking, black panties against his face had worked. Even when she gave him her worn panties and told him to look at them and smell them while she touched him gently through his underwear, he still wouldn't orgasm. Instead, he just mocked her about how embarrassing it was for a girl to lose to a guy in an orgasm holding contest. She was frustrated, sweaty, and overly aroused. She had enough of his trolling. She wanted to punish him for his hubris so badly. Normally all of her tactics would make him orgasm for her. Who was he to deny her now? She was going to make him pee his pants for being such a jerk. He felt her grab his arms by the wrists and pin them above his head. She rocked back and forth rhythmically, straddling his hips. She was wearing nothing but those same black, silky panties. They had been damp, with an obvious wet patch since they were at the department store the first day. But now, they were soaked with her thick, sticky, white wetness. It had stained the front of her panties, leaving them stiff, rigid, and sticking to her pussy as they had dried. His gaze constantly wandered from her soaked little black panties, up her slender stomach, across her pert, cute B cup breasts, and to her face where he noticed she had her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, noticeably holding her breath. She was clearly on the edge of cumming again. The crotch of her panties had been firmly pressed against his briefs, his ever growing morning erection constrained underneath. After teasing him for days and making him edge, his briefs were soaked with precum, constantly being released, and she loved it. His underwear were damp, sticky, and he constantly smelled like boy. It did nothing to help her frustration. Now she was grinding and grinding, feeling her clit throb as her pussy continually spasmed gently. She was gushing all over her panties, making them shimmer in the morning light. It was getting to be so much that even her inner thighs began to glisten. More importantly, it was soaking his briefs and he was finally waking. As he realized what was going on, with his arms pinned down, feeling her soaking him with her wetness, and the sweet scent of her incredibly wet panties reaching his nostrils, he quickly became incredibly aroused and was on the verge of losing their bet. "Noooo, stop!" He pleaded. He struggled to free himself, but she was 6"1 with a broad shouldered, Amazonian sort of build. She had leverage on him, and was extra strong and determined from all her excess arousal. He couldn't escape. "Shutup and cum already." She groaned. "I think that's your panties." He quipped back. "I hate you so much. I'm going to make you pee your pants so bad." She replied, staring him in the eyes as she felt a hot gush of wetness soak her panties and trickle down her thigh as if she had leaked pee. His body was frozen as he struggled not to orgasm. He could barely stand it. He could smell her, and it was making him tremble. He could feel her soak his already dirty, colourful, skimpy briefs with her wetness. She was sweaty, covered in goosebumps, shivering, and frustrated. She was pinning him down and he couldn't escape. He knew he was screwed, but it was turning him on so much. He felt the wetness gushing over him as he felt her pussy spasm and her body shake. She groaned and shivered, threw her head back, and started to moan loudly as she collapsed on top of him, grinding hard, but slowly. He felt her gush and gush all over him. as her sweaty, soft body rubbed against him. He couldn't take it an instant longer. He felt his body spasm, and no matter how hard he held back, he started to cum. He wrapped his arms around her back and groaned softly in her ear as he lost control, soaking his briefs. "I win. I win. I win." She giggled with exhaustion. "You're so screwed now." They both passed out. He woke alone in bed with the smell of coffee filling the house. She had woken before him and just stepped out of the shower. Draped in a towel, with her long, dark hair cascading down her back, he watched as she dropped her towel, walked over to her dresser, and picked out a cute pair of white, silk, bikini panties that were trimmed and accented with soft lace. He watched her step into them and pull them up over her cute butt before pulling up a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and slipping a black cotton printed t-shirt over her firm breasts. "Nice panties." He teased. "Don't talk too much shit. Are you ready to hold it?" She smiled mischievously. "Can I change first?" He asked, noticing his briefs were cool, clammy, and sticky from her grinding on him earlier. She laughed. "Remember what a cocky little troll you were when you were winning? Well, now the tables have turned, and I'm going to make you suffer. I already picked out clothes for you to wear. Get dressed and let's have some coffee." He noticed his new pair of tight, light blue jeans laying on the bed. They hugged his butt and were snug in the crotch. He knew any leaking would show, and any kind of pants peeing would be an incredibly obvious stain. Along with his jeans was a black t-shirt, and a black belt. He noticed there was no underwear. She really was going to make him wear the same underwear while she made him hold it. He reluctantly got dressed and walked to the kitchen. She was leaning against the stove sipping on her coffee as she checked him out. A cup of coffee and the first beer was already waiting for him. "I figured there isn't any reason to wait." she said. "Drink up." "But before we begin..." she pushed him up against the wall. "Put your hands up." He did as he was told and she kneeled in front of him. She revealed a small padlock with a small key. "No! Stop it!" He gasped as he squirmed and tried to get away. "I told you I'm going to make you suffer. You thought you were so cool, teasing me about not being able to make you cum. Well, now you're mine. There's no way a pants pisser like you can hold six beers for an hour and a half, especially with your jeans locked." She said. She slipped the padlock over his jeans button and snapped it shut. She tugged on it to make sure that it wouldn't come loose, and indeed, without the lock removed, undoing his jeans was impossible. They were too fitted for him to pull down. If he wanted out of them, he would have to either get the key from her, or cut them, and since they were a $200 pair of jeans, there was no chance he would cut them. It was a perfect plan. As he groaned and squirmed in frustration, she reached into the freezer and pulled out a large bowl. She saw his confused look, and pointed to the contents of the bowl. He looked inside and saw a small key suspended in the middle of a frozen bowl of ice. It was the key to his jeans. "The fun thing about doing it this way is that I can't control when you'll get your key. You can't microwave it to melt the ice because it's metal. It'll take over an hour for it to melt by itself. If you try to run warm water over it to get your key, well, good luck doing that while desperate. If you try to crack the ice with something hard, well, have you ever tried to break ice? It's really, really hard, and you'll just break the bowl." As he finished his cup of coffee, he shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. He was shaking slightly. He wasn't truly confident he could hold as much as he had to for as long as he had to. His jeans were locked and from the sounds of her ice trick, even if he did hold it, he probably wouldn't get the keys out in time to keep his jeans dry. She could be so unreasonable sometimes, especially when she was getting him back. Worse yet, if he did pee his pants, he would have to be her pee slave for the remaining three days of the week. That means he'd have to get explicit permission to use the washroom and probably be on a timed drinking regimen. He knew she probably wouldn't let him change if he peed his pants as slave, but would instead make him drink more and hold it more, and if he made her mad, she might even make him sleep in his wet jeans. All that, and he'd have to fulfill her arousal as she wanted, when she wanted it. He drank his beer while they hung out in the kitchen talking about this and that, her teasing him and taunting him. After he finished his third beer he was feeling pressure in his bladder as it constantly filled. It was a cheap trick of her to force him to drink coffee too. "What's the matter?" She asked. "There's only three more beers to drink and three more hours to hold it. Should be fine, right? Boys are great at holding it. It's always us girls who pee our pants all the time, as you like to say." "Please don't do this to me, Mistress." He begged. "Well, if it were up to me, I would let you pee because I don't want to see you cry. But unfortunately, your key is trapped in ice, so you'll just have to deal." "I've always wanted a slave. You look good on your knees, with your head up my skirt. And you always brag about how good you are at it. Well, I can't deny it, so I'll just have to abuse it while it's available." By the time he had finished his sixth and final beer, he was feeling a ton of pressure. The worst thing about it was, he knew he just finished drinking, and his bladder would keep filling rapidly. Beer was always one of the worst tortures for his bladder. It made him very desperate, very quickly, and he always found beer desperation was hard to hold. He was also very, very buzzed. They had just woken up, and naturally, had not eaten yet. His speech was a little slurry, he was a little slower to react, his limbs felt warm and tingly, and it was even harder to ward off her tricks. She saw him discreetly bending at the knees and shifting back and forth. She smiled. "Okay, 45 minutes before your walk. Good luck, and take a seat." She said. "Take a seat?" He said anxiously. "Yeah, I'll be right back." She returned with two long, red silk ties. He groaned, because he knew what those were for. It was not the first time she had implemented them. "Noooooo! Please Mistress." He pleaded. "What does it matter what you're doing while you're holding it? You may as well be tied up. Don't complain or I'll make you drink more." He acquiesced to her demands, sitting down and placing his arms on the arm rest of the kitchen chair. She tied his right hand to the chair, looping the ties through his fingers so he was tied tighter and had less room to move. Then she tied his left in the same fashion. She sat back, grinning. "You look cute with that lock on your jeans, all tied up." She said. "You're sort of at my mercy now. I mean, what if I don't untie you when the timer is up? Should I save that trick for when you're my slave, or use it now? So many decisions." "You can't really move, so you can't stop me from tickling you either. Oh mmm, I think I'll definitely save that for when you're slave." "Must suck being trapped there like that. Even worse having to wear those briefs. You've been wearing them for so long. It must be so frustrating for you. Having to wear them after I cummed all over them. But it's fitting for a slave. You're just lucky I'm not making you wear panties... yet." He was now at the stage of constantly squirming in his chair. He was having constant spasms and having to squirm wildly in order to be able to keep his jeans dry. He was sweaty, buzzing hard, and still listening to his girlfriend make fun of him as she watched him squirm. "25 more minutes before our walk. You look pretty screwed." She said smugly. "Even if you do hold it for another 25 minutes, you'll just pee in your pants as soon as we get out the front door. Boys can never hold it. Boys always pee their pants. Haha." Having to listen to her goad him about his predicament was not only making it much harder to hold, it was also ruining his confidence that he could hold it. He was constantly trembling, with his ass and thigh muscles clenched as his beer-and-coffee-induced pee crashed against his bladder. He was acutely aware of both his underwear and jeans pressing tightly against his body. He was doing his best to not let any leak out, because he knew when he was this desperate, any leak could soak his jeans to his knees and he'd instantly lose their bet, becoming her slave. As she was watching him drunkenly squirm while tied to his chair, she realized that he was going to pee his pants for sure. After all, she hadn't even taken the ice bowl out of the freezer yet, so even if she wanted to let him escape the remaining hour of holding, there was no way the key would unthaw fast enough. She started to fantasize about a wet stain growing on the crotch of his jeans, shimmering in the kitchen lights. She fantasized about his frustrated moaning. She fantasized more about how she'd get to make him her slave for the next three days. She fantasized about having him go down on her whenever she was aroused. She fantasized about how weak his bladder would be after it was stressed like this. She fantasized about all the begging and groveling and feet kissing she was about to receive. It was making her so incredibly turned on. She felt her panties grow damp, warm, and sticky under her jeans, which of course made her fantasize about pressing them against his face while she wore them. She started to massage her breasts slowly, standing in front of him. "It's going to be fun having you call me Mistress all weekend." She moaned. She slowly removed her shirt, exposing her soft, firm breasts. Running her hands from her neck, all the way down the front of her chest, she reached the button of her tight jeans and undid them. She slowly slid down the zipper, watching his eyes follow her fingers the entire time. Her little white silk panties being slowly revealed. She slowly walked a few steps closer. She was now directly in front of him. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled a handful of it playfully. Breathing heavily, she reached down and slowly slid out of her jeans. His eyes were affixed to her panties. Panties had always been one of his biggest turn ons, and these ones were extremely sexy. He also noticed they were extremely wet. Her panties were so wet that they were glistening in the light, a dark semi-circle extending from between her legs. He could see the faint outline of her pussy as they clung to her. He could also smell them from where she was standing, which made him grind against his jeans sensually as he struggled, having to constantly hold his breath, trying to hold it. He knew those wet panties would soon be against his face. His girlfriend had a huge fetish for having him smell her panties, one rivaling her kink for pants peeing. It always made her so hot. It made him hot too, and got him in a lot of trouble. "Just pee your pants already." She said through deep breaths. "You still have to hold it for another 15 minutes, and then there's our walk. You're going to pee your pants walking down the street if you aren't careful." "It won't be so bad being my slave... well, maybe it will. But it won't be so bad for me." He was so frustrated. Aroused, but extremely desperate. He knew that if he lost, she would take full advantage of him. But at the same time, he was now involuntarily leaking small spurts into his briefs as she stood in front of him in her wet panties. He could no longer totally control it, and the spasms simply never ended now. One after another he barely held on. He was going to pee his pants. "You're going to pee your pants." She echoed his thoughts. "Just hurry up with it. Your first act of slavery is kissing my legs. We need something to do while your key unthaws anyway." The constant leaking in his underwear had finally started to do its damage. There had been for a while a constant, small squirting being absorbed by his briefs. They were now saturated and the damage was beginning to show on his jeans. She saw it right away and began to touch her clit in small circles through her wet panties, moaning softly. "Hotttttttttt." She moaned, soaking her fingers. He could hear the squish, squish, squish of her touching her sensitive, soaked, quivering pussy through her expensive panties. The smell of her fresh wetness hit his nostrils, and he moaned. It made him lose control. His face clenched as his bladder spasmed. He doubled over at the waist, as much as his restraints would allow, and groaned helplessly as a dark, shiny stain quickly spread in the crotch of his light jeans. She watched it run up and over his hips and pool in between his clenched thighs as it poured down his legs, staining his jeans. He peed for about five seconds, but it was so forceful and voluminous that he was soaked to his ankles, with his pants dripping on the floor. "Nooooooo. No. No. No." He gasped frustratedly, realizing he had lost and would now be her slave. "It's so not fair." He complained as he squirmed uncomfortably against the fabric of his wet jeans. His bladder, now somewhat relieved, was unfortunately continuing to fill, and fill quickly. But for her, the sight of him tied up, desperately, helplessly peeing his pants while she stood there in front of him, touching her panties, sent her over the top. She quickly started to groan loudly and tremble as her fingers continued to touch, her pussy now gushing all over her panties, saturating them as her wetness spread down her innermost thighs. When she came to her senses and opened her eyes again, she looked down at him, noticing his face still tensed in concentration and his legs squirming. She looked down to see his jeans glistening as more pee cascaded through his crotch. "Boys are such pants pissers." She said, out of breath. "Can you unthaw the key now, please?" He pleaded. "Hmmm... you know, one of the dangers of peeing in your pants, having an accident, is that you'll be stuck in pee soaked jeans until you can get to a change of clothes. I think that applies even more to a slave." "So, no. I'll start to unthaw your little key after you have... satisfied your Mistress's wishes." The reality is, she wasn't finished at all. She had cummed so hard when he wet his pants, but it was sort of like the prelude to the real show. Now, with him as her slave, she felt strong, confident, bold, and she wanted to really get him back for picking on her. She untied his hands from the chair and had him get up. All of the pee pooled in his jeans poured down the back of his thighs. She led him to the bedroom, her legs quivering the entire time, nipples totally erect. She laid a plastic cover on the bed and told him to lay down and put his wrists together in front of him. She retied the red, silk ties on his hands so that he could barely move his hands. He certainly couldn't open and close them because of the finger lacing. She crawled on top of him, one leg on one side, and swung the other over. She planted herself on his chest, with soaking panties well exposed. "You know what you have to do, right?" She asked. "Shutup." He said defiantly. "I still have to pee so much." "Get used to it. Slaves don't get to decide when they pee." She grinned. This was going to be so fun. She crawled up his body until her thighs were above his arms. She sat with her soaking, silk panties inches away from his face. "Can you smell them?" She asked. "Yes. It's gross." He replied. She laughed, knowing he was trolling her. She frequently caught him voluntarily smelling her worn panties. It made her hot, so she would often leave them in places where he was sure to find them, knowing he would smell them, and then she could punish him. "Sucks to be you then, slave." She grinned while she leaned forward and pressed the soaked crotch of her panties against his helpless mouth. Grinding slowly and gently, she quickly felt her blood pressure rise as sweat poured down her entire body. She had always thought grinding her wet panties on her boyfriend's face was one of the most erotic things ever. She felt his lips crawling across the fabric as they struggled to find her clit or a lip to suck. "I'm... I'm... wetting my pants." He gasped from under her panties. His bladder had a large capacity, although he got desperate easily. The unfortunate outcome is that if he peed his pants once, he would often pee them several more times as his bladder continued to fill. She turned around while she was grinding his face and looked at the crotch of his jeans, hearing a distinct hissing as he pissed himself. She reached down and pulled her wet panties to the side. "Just finish wetting your pants already, slave." He quickly slid his tongue between her lips, slowly sliding it inside as far as it would go, pointing it upwards. His lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked gently and rhythmically. She moaned and clenched her thighs as her pussy spasmed. She looked back to see him still peeing in his pants. His jeans were soaked. She had him just where she wanted him. Orgasm gripped her as he teased the inside, top of her pussy with the tip of his tongue and sucked on her clit. She moaned loudly, her abdomen muscles, normally smooth and fair since she was slender but didn't work out, were tensed and well defined. She gushed wetness all over his mouth as her pussy contracted against his soft tongue. When the surge subsided, she crawled off him and collapsed on the bed next to him. Breathing heavily and obviously exhausted. She was beginning to doze off. "Hey!" He shook her. "No sleeping. You need to unthaw my key." "M..maybe after I wake up, slave." She said groggily, before passing out, snoring loudly. He drunkenly, tiredly lamented against the wet fabric of his soaked jeans, his tied hands, and the lock. "This is going to be a long three days." He thought to himself before passing out, still trapped in his pee soaked jeans.
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    Bella Rouge pees her jeans in the car. She does put down a towel, but it is very thin. The seat receives a good soaking. It's a shame the towel is never lifted up so that we could see the stain on the seat. In the 2nd half of the video she plays with her feet.

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    "So it happened when you fell?" "Yes." Ellie blushed. "And maybe a little bit on the way down after." "That's all right," the doctor informed her. He was Aussie and looked like he had just walked out of a reality show about young, attractive surfers. His presence as a resident at a ski resort was a mystery to Ellie, but his attractiveness was not. Ellie didn't know if she was blushing because of the stupid reason she was there or because she was being cared for by this ridiculously hot guy. "This problem is actually quite common in young women," he continued. "Really?" Ellie blushed again. "Yes. Of course, I see it more often in young men. They want to look tough and impress beautiful young women like yourselves"—at this point, Ellie's face turned into a semi-permanent shade of red—"so they go to the toughest, meanest-looking slope and then they fall and break their legs. Trust me, I've never seen anyone look tough fighting tears in an ambulance with multiple fractures." As he was saying this, he was holding her injured ankle tenderly, slowly stroking it, as if that could make her feel better. It did make her feel better, although not because it hurt any less. "But it doesn't look like you've broken anything. We can do an X-Ray if you want to make sure, but I don't think that will be necessary. I'll just advise you to relax and feel it out, and sit out if it hurts too much to go skiing. A holiday isn't worth risking your health over." They had gone to the ER—this resort was in the middle of nowhere, and no one really lived there all year, but due to the frequency of skiing and snowboarding accidents, there was a small emergency room that was operational in the winter season, located in the basement of the new, shiny hotel—because Julie insisted. Ellie felt fine. Her ankle hurt, but she was sure nothing was broken, so she figured there was nothing to do except tough it out. Tomorrow, she would surely be better, and they could ski again as if nothing had happened. She had been able to finish the run down the hill on her own two feet, after all, and that alone indicated that nothing could be seriously wrong. Ellie didn't exactly have the highest pain threshold in the world, and even if she could somehow have supported her modest weight on a broken leg, the pain would surely have been too much. Going to the ER over such a silly little thing would be embarrassing, like she was a child who couldn't cope unless someone blew on her wounds, and so had to seek out a doctor when her mom wasn't present. But Julie had been so concerned about her after Julie's own accident that she'd almost cried when Ellie refused to go, and so she had relented. Ellie had peed herself a little bit when she fell. Thankfully, the doctor didn't get to hear that part of the story. Then she had leaked a bit again in the elevator. When Julie allowed her to go first in the bathroom, she had hobbled in without taking off her snowpants, hoping to hide her accident from her sister. By the time she was undressed, however, she had leaked some more, and as she sat on the toilet, finishing up her pee, she realized she was too far gone: she would need to bathe and change now before facing her sister anyway. She was embarrassed because of her pee accident, and in pain due to her skiing accident, and these factors clouded her mind, and she simply didn't think about her sister's own urgent need. After all, despite the previous day's desperation, and the one accident at the dinner table, Julie was the one who never had to pee. Ellie wasn't used to considering her sister's bathroom needs, since Ellie was the one with the small bladder, and her sister apparently had such a large one that bathroom compromises were never an issue. So she had run a bath, undressed and gotten in, existing in her own world, just trying to luxuriate in the hot water and the clean, urine-free feeling of getting out of her stained clothes and washing up. It wasn't until her sister banged loudly on the door and announced that she was actually peeing that Ellie realized her blunder. She did promise to be quick about it, and she had broken her promise due to inattention. Despite being pushed by her sister, Ellie knew that it was ultimately her decision to let herself be convinced—no one was forcibly pulling her onto the lift and shuttling her onto the highest mountain top with no way down except by skiing. It was her own fault she fell, and she didn't blame her sister for it, and so had not intended to deliberately keep her sister waiting as some sort of petty revenge, although she worried, now, after what happened, whether that was what her sister thought. She had unlocked the door, but it was too late. Her sister was a mess. Julie was sitting in an ocean of urine, if nothing else attesting to the enormous volume she could contain before her bladder burst. Her jeans were wet all over, and even her shirt was stained. She was sobbing so hard that her entire upper body was shaking, and too embarrassed or scared to even look Ellie in the eyes. Julie usually sported a look that, if it didn't kill, had doomed dozens of high school boys to eternal unrequited love. She would look you directly in the eyes and sort of smirk, before looking away as if she were shy, but locking eyes again so quickly that you sensed she wasn't. The effect was electric, almost impossible not to be charmed by, even for Ellie, who had grown up with that look, and yet Julie did it all unconsciously. She'd never kissed a boy and yet she was an unwitting master seductress. But now, she had lost all of that confidence—that supreme certainty of her own value that she had simply because, unlike other, more cynical people, people who had been hurt before, no reason to doubt it had ever occurred to her. Ellie recognized this transformation from Julie's previous accident. It was a shyer, more helpless side of Julie that seemed to come out when she did something she wasn't supposed to do at her age. Now that she thought about it, Ellie thought she had seen glimpses of it at other times, when Julie had said something so particularly childish that even as she said it, she realized how it must sound, or when she had clumsily bumped into something at home as if she were a child first learning to walk. Those times, though, it had gone away in a moment, but Ellie sensed that this was more serious. If she was going to help her sister, she would have to treat her like a child. Yet true to her form, there was something seductive even to this side of Julie. She was so adorably helpless that Ellie just wanted to take care of her. "Oh, Julie," she said. "Did you have an accident?" It was the sort of dumb rhetorical question her mom used to ask her and Julie when they were younger. If she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar before dinner time, or inside with a trail of dirty footprints behind her, or in bed with wet bedsheets, her mom would ask if she had done what she had very clearly done. It was her way of signaling that she was disappointed, but not mad. Everything would be okay. Ellie couldn't remember her mom ever being angry or strict with her, except a couple times when her mom had been drunk, like that time when she had offered them wine. This was the demeanor Ellie adopted to deal with Julie's accident. She sensed that her own little bathroom incident could easily be swept under the rug due to Julie's present condition, and she seized the opportunity. Julie nodded, eyes still directed towards the centre of her puddle. "My ankle still hurts, but if you can manage to walk to the bathtub, I'll take care of you," Ellie said. Her sister slowly lifted her eyes, then rose on unsteady feet, as if the exertion of peeing her pants so completely had exhausted her. She walked the three steps to the bathtub with unusual attention devoted to her toe-tips. "Look at me," Ellie said. Her sister raised her head again to meet her eyes, and in her makeup-smeared face, Ellie saw a look of desperation. It was like her eyes were yelling, Please help me. Please take care of me and tell me everything will be OK. So that was exactly what Ellie did. "Wow, you're soaked! Let me take off your shirt," Ellie said, and had Julie lift her hands above her head while she slid the shirt off, just like her mom used to do when she bathed Ellie when she was still in kindergarten. Next came her bra, and Julie was naked above the waist. "Your pants must be icky. They're so wet we'll need to wash them before we go anyway. Why don't you simply step into the tub with me in your wet pants, and get them cleaned up right away?" Julie had done as she was told, climbing into the jacuzzi with her jeans, panties and socks still on. It wasn't like her garments could absorb much more liquid anyway, but this way, at least her pants wouldn't stink of piss for the rest of the weekend. Ellie didn't share this concern with her sister, though, fearing it would further upset her. "Hey, I know, why don't we turn the bubbles on?" As she did, Julie's eyes lighted up again for the first time since her accident, and she was overtaken by a look of absolute wonder. The bubbles were a magic trick to Julie, and she was spellbound. "Did you hold it too long?" Ellie asked. "Y-yeah." Her sister was blushing again. "I—I thought I could hold it." "Promise me you'll go the next time you feel the urge?" Julie nodded earnestly. "Pinky swear, I'll go," and she even crossed her fingers. Ellie was reminded of her sister's eye-rolling at the gas station when she'd suggested Julie might want to use the bathroom. After the bath, Ellie undressed Julie, hung the wet clothes over the tub to dry, and dressed herself. She then led her sister by the hand to her bag and found a bra, socks, pantyhose, panties and a pretty, flowery summer dress which her sister had brought despite the season. Ellie figured little girls want to feel like princesses. Julie just stood there, still nude, looking at her expectantly, so Ellie started dressing her. If her mom had treated Ellie like a small child after one of her accidents, one of the numerous times she had woken up in a wet and cold bed, it would have felt condescending. She was not a child, she was almost an adult, and that was the way she wanted to be treated. Accidents were childish, inappropriate at her age, and babying her afterwards would only serve to confirm that, while treating her like an adult would reassure her that she wasn't a baby after all. On Julie, however, all this hand-holding and babying apparently had the opposite effect. To her, it was reassuring; being cared for meant she was loved and therefore loveable, valuable, and that was what she craved in her moment of weakness. While dressing her, Ellie started telling old jokes, ones that had ceased to be funny to her years ago. For each joke, Julie's smile widened further, and by the time Ellie was helping her into her dress, Julie was telling her own silly, stupid jokes. That was when Julie had remembered Ellie's injury and become very concerned that she had quite possibly broken every bone in her body, including those in the inner ear and the nose, and it was absolutely necessary for them to go to the ER to get it checked out. When Ellie expressed skepticism, tears began to well in her sister's eyes, and Ellie quickly agreed to go after all. That was where she was now, and the young, attractive doctor was handing her two pills wrapped in plastic. "If the pain gets bad, you can take these. But be careful: they will impair your ability to drive, and the same goes for skiing." That concluded the seance with the doctor, and Ellie jumped down from the examination table to leave. Her sister, heavy winter jacket wrapped over her floral dress, was sitting in a chair. When she got up, Ellie thought she caught a glimpse of something shimmery where she'd sat. When she passed the chair, it was obvious. As soon as the door to the examination room was closed, Ellie grabbed Julie's hand and dragged her into a bathroom. "Julie, honey, I think you need to pee again," Ellie said in her sweetest voice. "Noooooooo?" her sister said, dragging the no out from a firm statement to an uncertain question. Ellie unbuttoned her sister's jacket, and when this prompted no protests, she continued by dragging Julie's dress up and her pantyhose down, exposing a pair of Hello Kitty panties with a wet spot on them. As if startled by this discovery, a small trickle escaped Julie, caught in the pantyhose resting between her knees. "I—um, I didn't realize," she said. "Would you like to do that in a toilet?" Ellie asked. Julie walked over to the toilet, slid down her panties, and started to pee. She peed for a long while; clearly, her bladder had managed to fill again. This time, she was blushing, clearly still in her childish mindspace, but at least she didn't cry. Ellie decided that now would be a good time to start the transition back into adulthood, so she allowed her sister to dress herself again and wash her hands without saying anything—not making a big deal of it, the way Ellie wanted to be treated if she had an accident. Then she grabbed her sister's hand and they walked together back to their hotel, through the glitzy lobby of the new one. On their way they passed at least one person whom Ellie thought she knew from tv, or maybe from a film. * * * Julie's memory worked by a process of emotional amplification. Perhaps that was why she had such a hard time learning her multiplication tables. There wasn't much emotion to 6×7. Her memory of yesterday went: They had champagne in the bath. Ellie fell and hurt her ankle. Julie peed her pants. Ellie helped her clean up and took care of her. They visited the ER. She fell asleep with her head on Ellie's chest. Everything else, everything that fell short of emotional significance, fell away. These were the organizing principles of her memory: excitement, fear, embarrassment, joy, love. Perhaps that was why her best subjects had always been languages. Writing, to her, was always a challenge, until a teacher told her to write down what she felt, exactly like she would tell a friend about it. Since then, Julie had developed a fluent, extremely verbal style for which her teachers went wild, and which suggested to her that perhaps being a writer was her calling, although it didn't feel exactly right, just falling into a profession, a lifestyle like that. Everything else about the day before was already in a blur, faded like yesterday's multiplication tables washed out on a blackboard. Today, she would write new memories over them, amplify the ones that spiked her emotions, and wash the rest out, and thus, quickly, the details of the day would be gone forever. If someone wanted to commit the perfect crime, Julie would be the perfect witness. She would tell the police all about how scared she was, but she wouldn't be able to tell them anything about either the victim or the perpetrator. Like a child, her world was centered on her own emotions. Some of her memories from this day, now quickly receding: she woke up still resting on her sister, overjoyed with the promise of a new day. Sometime later, Ellie declared that she was in too much pain to go skiing, so the sisters had decided to enjoy their luxury hotel, to pretend they were superstars and enjoy all the comforts of their sweet lodgings. After another bubble bath, they had explored the hotel, and Ellie had told her a scary story about another hotel that supposedly had a haunted floor, a floor inaccessible except by chance—if you took a certain elevator, a small percentage of the time, you would end up on a floor that didn't really exist, between floors, all dark, where a man who dressed in grotesque animal costumes supposedly lived and dispensed his life wisdom to whoever stumbled into his domain. It wasn't this hotel, though, Ellie assured her, but Julie still spent the day worrying whenever they took the elevator. After a fine dinner at the hotel's restaurant, they had gotten dressed up and gone over to the other hotel, because Julie had remembered her sister's promise to get her a kiss from a hot guy. But her hopes were dashed when her sister was carded at the entrance to the hotel's bar. Julie, although probably also too young, had easily charmed her way in by winking at the doorman, but she wouldn't go in without her sister. Instead, they had ended up ordering more wine from room service and drinking it in their room. After a glass, Ellie informed her that she had taken the pain pills a couple hours before, because her foot hurt. Julie was worried: she had a vague idea that maybe mixing pain pills with alcohol wasn't such a stellar idea. Ellie didn't die, but she did get roaring drunk off one glass of wine, stumbling around the room like she'd had fifteen shots. Thankfully, she didn't puke, but Julie found it best to get her to bed. This time, her sister fell asleep resting on her. * * * "Wake up! You're peeing!" Ellie, still somewhat drunk, rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. Lying there, she continued to pee through her panties. The pee pooled between her legs, and her light pink panties turned red and see-through. "Julie, please, the bathroom," she said, and her sister got out of bed—she had slept naked, Ellie noticed—and put Ellie's arm around her shoulder, half carrying her to the toilet. Ellie sat down and finished peeing. It wasn't until she was done that she noticed she'd forgotten to lower her panties. They had taken the full force, absorbing a complete accident. Ellie would have been embarrassed, but her world was still lurching around her, and she still felt like she might throw up if she didn't concentrate on not throwing up, so she was kind of preoccupied and didn't have much space in her head for embarrasment. Instead, she told a bold lie. "Told you I'd piss on the bourgeoisie," she said. "I waited 'till the last night, so we wouldn't have to sleep in a wet bed." Not even her sister could be dull enough to believe this lie, but Ellie didn't care. In her current state, her accident amused her. She pictured herself on a swing high up over a crowd, like a performer at a circus, except her audience would consist only of the richest bastards in the world, and she'd piss all over them. The best part was that they'd pay her to do it. She'd convince them it was healthy or something. Rich bastards would pay for anything as long as they saw someone richer than them paying for it. Ellie laughed heartily at her own crazy idea. She began to realize why people liked being drunk. It was fun to be stupid, sometimes. Ellie slipped off her wet panties and washed them in the sink. "I'll just hang them to dry with your pissy clothes, sis," she said, and stuck her tongue out. Julie laughed. Ellie was glad her sister was back to her old, cheery self. It was like she just had to be comforted a little and fall asleep, and then a flip switched: when she awoke, she was out of her helpless, childish mode and back to normal. It was early morning. At least that's what the clock told them, although outside it was still dark as night. This was their last day: they had to check out of the hotel and drive home. It was a Monday and they were supposed to be at school, but their mom had implicitly agreed that it was all right for them to skip a day by booking the room for them until today. Both girls had great attendance records. It wasn't like one day would get them kicked out or their grades lowered. Besides, this was the greatest, the most expensive, the fanciest birthday gift of all time, and they deserved to enjoy it for that extra day. Since they had to get up in a few hours anyway, and both girls were quite awake by the time Ellie had gotten changed into clean panties, they decided to simply call it a day and leave the comfy hotel bed behind. Instead, they would take a long hot bath in the jacuzzi—their first, and probably last experience with one in a long time—and then enjoy the hotel breakfast, which they had skipped twice, first because they decided to drink Champagne instead, then because they overslept, piled on top of each other. Their mom always said hotel breakfasts were the best, the most lavish buffets they had ever seen, and the fancier the hotel, the greater the selection at breakfast. As they were being massaged by bubbles, Julie suddenly said, "I know what I'm doing for college." "Oh?" Ellie was intrigued. She couldn't really picture her sister as anything other than a high school student. "I'm going to be a writer." Ellie didn't know what she had expected, but whatever it was, it wasn't that. Her sister's apparent lack of any ability to reflect deeply on anything seemed to disqualify her from the hallowed halls of literature. There was always another shiny thing to distact Julie before her thoughts ranged too far. But perhaps that was her strength. Literature needs some naiveté as a counter-balance to all the theoretical dick-measuring contests. Many writers were interested in the naive, and tried to write in a naive style, but they rarely got it right. They were too jaded, too cynical, too reflective people. They could never properly get into the head of a person like Julie: a spontaneous, naive, optimistic, attention deficient, childish, delightful and accidentally seductive creature like her sister. Maybe that's where Julie could shine. "That's great," Ellie said. "I'd love to see you write the next great novel." Still, as they drove home later that day, Ellie wondered how her sister would ever survive in college without her. And when she considered this weekend, she wondered a little how she would cope without her sister too. (Author's note: this is the last part of this saga. I might return to the characters in the future, as I already have some potential ideas, but I want to give them, and myself, some breathing room. Also: if anyone can tell me which novel Ellie stole her scary hotel story from, that would be fun.)
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