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  1. 8 points
    "No it's okay, Gran. I can hold it 'til my lunch break.... I hope..."
  2. 4 points
    View File Pissqu33n - Doing the dishes Pissqu33n - Doing the dishes Submitter Reeve Submitted 01/15/2020 Category Peeing  
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    What is the worst you remember needing to pee? I will start. A couple of years ago, I had my worst ever need to pee, it really felt like I was going to pee in my pants. I was doing a long hold, until I started to leak. I had to pee badly for at least three hours. I wanted to measure, what I held. I was at the point where I had undone my jeans to make more room for my agonizingly full bladder to expand a bit more. My penis ached with pressure to pee. I was squirming and holding myself constantly, to keep my pee inside for a bit longer adding to my total a bit more. Eventually I felt pee pressing against my pee hole, and it was going to come out any moment. I was actually moaning with desperation, I had only a couple of minutes before my pee forced its way past my sphincter and out my pee hole. I was about the rush to the bathroom, when the front door opened and my son walked in. He went to his old room (he no longer lived with me) to get somethings. He went back and forth several times. I could not get up to pee now because he was walking near me. I knew I could not walk straight up because of my seriously distended bladder. With pee pressing against my pee hole I could not run past him to the bathroom, without holding myself and /or wetting my pants. So, I kept my legs under my desk where I could grasp myself tightly with my whole hand while fanning my legs back and forth, desperately hoping I would not wet my pants. My pee constantly felt like it was going to come out. I hoped he would leave quickly, but he stayed for at least a half hour to forty minutes. It was only fear of embarrassing myself that gave me the ability to keep holding. That only helped so long .There were a few times, that I was about to dash down the hall to limit the damage, as I could not keep from wetting my pants any longer. Although, I had held my pee until I was in serious pain, especially through my mid to late teens, through my twenties, because I could not go in front of people due to pee shyness. But nothing hurt like this. On one hand I almost hoped I would leak a bit to ease the pain but I knew the wet spot would quickly be visible before I regained control. So I continued holding. I kept willing him to please leave so I could relieve myself. Just before he finally left, I actually stood up to go, before I peed myself. Then he walked into the room where I was. I quickly sat down, but the pain was excruciating. I only turned my head a bit to talk to him hoping he didn’t notice my hand’s vice grip on my penis, under my desk. I didn’t dare to remove it because this was not going to be a spurt , it would be a full wetting .I could not hide the pained expression on my face, that may have said to him, your dad is about to wet himself. Finally he left and I rushed to the bathroom and retrieved my measuring bottle. I started leaking getting my briefs and jeans wet in front down to my crotch. I was still peeing slowly as I unzipped and freed myself from my pants. Pee splattered on the floor as I pushed my penis in the top of the bottle. I let go, and my pee gushed out of me long and hard. To that point the most I had ever measured when I was at my limit was 1.25 liters. This exceeded that as I released 1.35 liters, plus what I leaked in my pants and floor, my most ever. I was concerned that I had hurt myself because there was a little blood in my urine. I then had to pee desperately every half hour, including through the night and I got little sleep. Each time I urinated there was some red that faded to pink in my pee. Eventually it cleared up. I think I had stretched my bladder so much I burst a blood vessel. I will never do that again. This took a while to write and I seriously need to pee. I need to hold myself and squirm when my pee feels like it is going to come out.
  4. 4 points
    Chloe had been looking forward to going on this roller coaster ever since the park first spoke of it. The ride was called 'THE PLUNGER' and it had 5 loop de loops! She had dragged her best friend Mia all the way to the theme park just for this one ride. Chloe was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt and some jeans held up with a belt, whereas Mia was wearing denim shorts and a long sleeve top. They had both drank alot of water on the way to the theme park as the day was very hot. Chloe had chosen to get to the park really early to avoid queues for the new ride and be the first to try it out. As they arrived at the park Mia asked to use the toilet before going on the ride. "NO! We need to be the first one on the ride Mia! Pee after, it wont take that long. Don't worry, I kinda need to go too!" She said grabbing Mia's hand and racing off to the ride as the gates opened. They arrived as some of the first people and went on the front row. "I do hope it's not too bad" Mia started "I actually have to pee pretty badly" "I have to pee a little bit too but not that bad" Chloe returned. The ride started up and they where carried into the air up to the first drop. The ride blasted down and zoomed through two loops when the girls heard a scatching noise. The ride started to slow down as they reached another dropping section and came to a holt. "what just happened? Why did we stop?" Chloe asked. A voice came through a nearby speaker "The Ride has broken down we are sorry for any inconveniences, if you are stuck on the ride just wait for the ride to be fixed. Refunds will be issued if the waiting period is too long. Thank you." "They better get this ride going soon then" laughed Mia "getting desperate over here" The ride however did not start anytime soon. Nearly two hours later the ride was still stuck and situations had become more dire. Chloe noticed that in the past 15 minutes Mia had stopped speaking and was not silently fidgeting. She herself was getting increasingly desperate to the point of crossing her legs. "If they take much longer i will wet myself" said Mia after a while. "I'm really fucking desperate Chlo" "Don't worry they wont be too long now" said Chloe unsurely. Another 10 minutes passed and now chloe had started to feel really desperate. The barrier was pressing uncomfortably on her bladder, the more she struggled the worse it became. Mia was now fidgeting wildly and wimpering from time to time. "Chlo I...I think im gonna wet myself... seriously, I just leaked in my pants" she stammered. "Wait shit really?? Come on Mia you can hold it just try and distract yourself." "I cant it's just... Shit no. I cant hold it. Chlo i dont know what to do im about to pee! Fuck fuck i cant stop it. It keeps leaking out." "Use your hands to stop it" Chloe rushed, but she could see it was too late, there was a growing wet spot on her friends shorts. "Fuck It's coming out. I... cant stop...I cant" Mia fell silent and started to cry. There was pee running down her legs and seat. "Chlo i've just wet myself" "It's okay dont worry its not your fault" Chloe tried sympathetically. Seeing her friend wet herself had increased her need however and she was started to think she would be in the same place soon" 15 minutes painfully dragged along as Chloe struggled against her increasing need to pee. Her Bladder bulged against the barrier and she kept nearly leaking. "How you holding up Chlo?" asked Mia who had recovered from her accident. "I don't think i can hold it much longer, If the ride doesnt start soon.." She trailed off. After another painful 7 minutes the ride started up. What happened next was horrible, the loops where torture to her swollen bladder and she nearly leaked at the third drop. Against all odds she made it through the rest of the ride. "Mia wheres the nearest toilet" She asked With her hands on her crotch hopping from one foot to the other. As Mia checked the map Chloe had another painful urge to pee. She squeezed all her muscles as hard as she could and succefully held it in. "Mia please hurry i'm about to wet myself" "Looks like its this way" Mia shouted running off to the left. As they arrived at the toilets Chloe saw the massive line and groaned. She was doomed..... Stay tuned for the next part of the story! Comment what you would do in her situation
  5. 3 points
    Hey y'all I have been gone for a while looking for Pictures to upload so take this as a late christmas gift I found these on a twitter account named @peeingpeeing
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    @rachelkirwan was telling me to go for an adorable factor in bedwettings. Like cute age play pj's or superhero underwear for example. Sent me a link to some neat ones by Rearz. Not enough time for shipping before I move to Colorado, but the mood struck me tonight and these were the most innocent looking boxers I have I thought might have that adorable factor. Have a Star Wars pair but sadly they don't show the wetting well. Anywho, thought you all might enjoy the wetting, in double diapers now so I can enjoy more fun with less clean up. If you have any recommendations or links for things to see me wet in I'm all ears! I love the social aspect of Omorashi more than anything. Appreciate the omo in all of you guys Movie on 1-14-20 at 1.05 AM.mov
  7. 3 points
    I might be biased, but I think my wife has a great bum. And it looks even better when she is wearing a pair of freshly wet panties.
  8. 3 points
    Ripped. :) Zola AK - Wetting in jeans always feels better - ebony pee desperation.mp4
  9. 2 points

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    A sharp eye may notice two things about this video. 1. I was a little wet before the video started. I was so desperate that laying down made me leak. 2. This is technically not a bed. It's a sheet on the floor. I didn't feel like doing a massive amount of cleanup, though. I hope you can pretend.

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    Posting this video of myself for the wet red thread.

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    Ok so there are some duplicates in here, but here are some recent ones I've found. tumblr_2a218effcab48975893bf22cd170f39c_5085bc08_1280.webp tumblr_p8stl9IM2G1v6hofyo4_1280.webp
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    Small update: The forums now support multiple different layouts, including a fluid layout that can be filtered to just the forums that interest you:
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    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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    The new Nekopara anime has a few desperation scenes. At the moment there are only 2 episodes out, but both of them have some sort of mention of wetting/desperation. The first episode has a clip of desperation, and the second episode has a brief one line discussion about cinnamon peeing in random places. The second episode doesn't really say much about omorashi other than that one line, but the first episode does have a decent clip of desperation, no wetting, unfortunately. I have a clip in video links and uploads that I will link here. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/6419-nekopara-anime-desperation-clip/
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    Ha! I assumed that I want the only one!
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    I choose undies primarily on how they will look and feel when peed in!
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    I remember that there was a thread about this same video that got deleted. Some of you WetSet forum members may remember this video on there as well.
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    I'm interested in any reactions as well. And I don't think she is making the floor of that place any worse then it already was, did you see it. Plus, accidents happen you know.
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    I think maybe I figured out how to upload here and link it in this thread. If I did it right and anyone cares to watch I can upload others. Peeing some pants
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    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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    View File DanaAndDani - Stepsister can't hold it and pees herself in bed Warning: Nudity near the end Submitter Reeve Submitted 01/11/2020 Category Peeing  
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    Until I just watched this I didn't realise I had a thing for jeans wetting but I do now! That was excellent.
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    So, three days ago I was hanging out with my crush and having a good time. Even though she seemingly tries to remind me at least two times a day that I’m forehead deep in the friend zone, I don’t really have a problem with it. I can’t really complain, because - YEET - I’ve made it into the friend zone. That’s the by far closest relationship I’ve ever had with a girl. Anyways, we sat down at a local takeaway restaurant on the campus and watched a movie (the 14th one of Detective Conan. She’s a good influence) We’ve also eaten some pizza so that the owner won’t throw us out. It was way above good and on me. After the movie we went to the closest tram station and parted our ways. She’s currently living a 1.25h drive away from the university, so our time’s always a little limited. As I’ve arrived at my home myself, I went to the loo and went to bed to have a little nap. I had about 2h of sleep that day. I’m studying physics and I’m not good at maths, which is a combination that results in hella long nights. Being a smol half Asian half German Boi with the IQ of a guy who isn’t detective Conan is always a bit of a struggle. During the more intense parts of the week I barely have time to eat a cup of noodles a day. Especially as I’m somewhat of a master in the art of procrastination. So, there I was laying in bed, with my mind resting on the great time I had with my crush. I couldn’t find enough peace to sleep. At some point (like it always happens when I’m trying to sleep) my mind violently pushed my poor body into little space, whilst wandering from fun things to… Fun things. Like omorashi. Like only omorashi. I don’t really have any other fetishes. I thought about how I’m already living on my own for the past few months and still haven’t done any omo stuff. Before I left the safe haven of my childhood, I’ve always fantasised about the awesome fetish related things I could shamelessly do, without having to fear that my parents would walk in on me. With the upcoming weekend in mind I had the wildest fantasies. I’ve been on a kind involuntary withdrawal of omo related actions for just as long as had that fetish. Reason: My mother ran the whole household, including cleaning the clothes and the bed sheets and everything. There was no possibility to hide anything. But now, I am free. Welp, kinda… I’ve still got an apartment community mate. But he’s pretty much harmless. So I’m almost completely free. And that’s free enough for my fetish needs, I guess. There still were some minor problems, though. I’m way too lazy to take care of puddles. And I’m (like most people here) not exactly the type of guy who could just go to a store and buy some diapers. I’m also a little afraid of ordering them from Amazon, since I’m living in a dorm and I was afraid of them being delivered to a mate instead of me. And I also can’t order them to a collection station. I’d emotionally die on the way home. I just couldn’t do any wacky stuff like that. After some time of thinking however, there was one idea which crossed my mind: ‘I could just buy a really big thrash bag and wear it. Right?’, I thought. I’ve immediately got two answers from the depth of my very talk active mindscape: |‘Weird flex, but ok’| and |‘That’s where you belong to anyway.’| Even though I’ve just managed to make one of my inner voices roast me, I wasn’t crippling up and dying on my inside (Ok, maybe a little. Ok, maybe a little much, but I don’t really care anymore.) but rather proud of such a smart solution. After all, lil’ Asian Algebra Noob Boi just had a big brain moment. Thus, the plan was set. Even though I wondered the whole time if I should really do it. I just had this irrational inner barrier which is a mix of laziness and: ‘What the fuque am I about to do with my life? Fetish stuff is a massive waste of time. Time I could dedicate to composing, or doing maths or… Or...’ |‘Procrastinating?’| ‘That’s not what I wanted to say.’ |‘But that’s what you’d most likely do.’| ‘Shut up.’ |‘Only if you make me. Which you can’t, lol.’| And thus, not only the plan was set, but also that I’d at least buy some humongous trash bags. I can always see how stuff develops and having them is better than not having them, right? … I’m way too easy to manipulate. After I was done with my schedule the next day, I went to the next store and ran some minor errands. After I’ve got most of the stuff I need for, you know, like not starving, I finally went to the section for household wares. And there I found them - The secret garden of pee, the safe valley of my fetish, the cave of the Oracle of Omorashi - Trash bags. They had all kinds of trash bags from big to small, broad to wide, deep to steep. In some you could puke, In some you could sleep and some could cover even hide a nuke. Right there and right then, I realised that the massive market of trashbags is too huge for me to comprehend in just one shopping session. Trash bags are an art. Trash bags are a passion. Was I even worthy of buying a trash bag? Have I had enough passion and sophistication to buy a fitting one? I wasn’t sure at that moment. One part of me wanted to talk to a trash bag expert, who I could ask which type of trash bag is the best one to absolutely lose bladder control inside of. I felt like I needed help. But before it even crossed my mind that I could call one with my smartphone, my mind crossed my brain fart: |’Bro, just go ahead and by one. What the fugue are you waiting for?’| After this scold I kinda just wanted to chicken out. But then again… I came so far. I was so close to my first first hand omo experience. I was standing directly in front of a bunch of plastic bags. One of them must be fitting. Fear was not an option. I took a deep breath and extended my arms to the shelf and I went through the selection from left to right. It felt like the whole shop was watching me. The first one was kinda small and thin. I couldn’t really use that one for anything. As for the second one, it was the kind of trash bag you’d put regular trash in (who’d expect that?). Starting with the fifth kind, it became acceptable. The fifth one was enough for me to stand waist deep in. And it wasn’t see through. Not the best choice, but I would have taken it. I was about to just go with that one, but then, I’ve found a worthy trash bag. The gargantua amongst all plastic bags. The one epic boi who puts them bullies in their place. With a volume of seventy litres, that bad boy was sure to hold me puny Asian body and all the pee I could possibly throw at it with no problem at all. If I was Hyrule, that trash bag would be my Link. It was perfection. After buying it and returning to my room, I took one bag from the bundle. It was gigantic. It covered me up to my stomach. I smirked. |’See?’|. All of my doubts were gone at the time. I was ready to do the Yeet. I was even ready to do the Yeetissimo and beyond. I put it away for the time being. There wasn’t a reason to wear it and waddle around whilst not needing to pee. A dude who isn’t sick doesn’t need a dude to make him less sick. That’s what my mother always told me. And she’s my mom so I guess she’s right. That’s what my mother always told me. I went on with my day as usual. I still had 2.5 litres of beer to finish until the next day to buy a new box. And I don’t want to become unpunctual, eh? I finished 0.5 litres before dinner. I was basically just procrastinating during that time, like I always do on fridays. After some time, I started composing something for a string quartet and I was rearranging the Blood Moon Waltz from Star vs the Forces of Evil for a symphonic orchestra. I’ve recently got my hands on the Kontakt 6 librarby and had to violently abuse it. I’m already feeling sorry for them soundfonts. Before I’ve prepared dinner, I went to the toillette. My need to pee was not much, but I could feel it and I don’t like that whilst eating. Food deserves respect. Even when you can’t cook. And I couldn’t live with the fact that some bunch of vegetables and living meat objects were slaughtered, just so I could ignore their taste. That wasn’t an option. After dinner and phoning with my mom however, I’ve restarted my hold and my beer counter whilst watching the last parts of Ginga Eiyuu Densetsu. After the first 0.5 litres of beer, I already felt a familiar feeling building up. You can guess by the context what that feeling was, right? I had to go potty. After the second beer (1.0 litres) I was already dancing a little bit because I had to go even pottier. But it wasn’t all too bad. Same goes for the third beer. However, I kinda felt that gravity went whonky, as my blood soaked up the alcohol like a spongy sponge. Whilst standing up for the fourth and last beer, my desperation was quite heavy, but it wasn’t dangerous yet. At least it didn’t feel like it. I kinda feared that I haven’t had enough beer to have an accident. So on my way back from the fridge I’ve also picked up another bottle of water (1.5 litres) and placed myself into the bag. |’Now, you’re where you belong.’| It may have sounded harsh, but she was right. In the comfy space of the trash bag, I kinda felt isolated. Secure. Nothing expect me can go into this bag. And nothing, including my pee and excluding me could leave it. I felt at peace. Even whilst dancing like I had the plague of 1518. I indeed was where I belonged. I hoped the accident would come soon. I also changed my pants and my red t-shirt with the hammer and sickle symbol on it to another pair of pants and a sweater. No need to accidentally extinguish the flames of the communist world revolution with my pee. I finished the beer quickly with still 4.5 episodes to go. I suddenly felt really desperate, but it was rather annoying than ‘Omg, I’m about to go wee.’ At the moment I was also successfully ignoring that my dancing became livelier. I finished half of the water bottle after some time that passed by just like the first two beers. Except the fact that I was bursting. At least, I think so in retrospect. I was more like ‘Huh this isn’t fun. There isn’t even a drop of pee coming out of me. Should I drink more water, or should I just go to the toilette and cancel?’ All that whilst the plastic of the trash bag was very audible, due to my constant knee shaking and me holding myself. I went with the first one, and stood up to get another bottle. And then, something really surprising happened. And there are but three possible causes: 1. I missed leg day. 2. Gravity said ‘Yeet, scratch them 9.81m/s², we’ll be gonna fullforce 16g at the exact time of RIGHT NOW, ye fucken casual!!1’ (This is the most likely one.) And 3. (I don’t really think this was the cause. It’s way to implausible.): Me little Asian body couldn’t take the weight of a full bladder, combined with alcohol from 2.5 litres of discounted Krombacher Premium Kellerbier. Now to what happened: My knees buckled in and I fell hands first onto my knees. For my overfilled bladder, that impact was too much and I started losing all control at once. My attack on Stalingrad failed. My literal *Water* *Loo* happened. The water bottle I wanted to pick up and empty because I thought I wasn’t full enough played the Uno reverse card. The turns have tabled. The Emperor of Rome was crucified in Golgota. You see what I’m getting at? |’Pathetic. Weren’t you supposed to hold it and drink another bottles? I thought you were afraid of not having enough beer to have an accident. Holding your pee isn’t as easy as it seems when you watch them Japanese girls having accidents on omorashi.tv, eh?’| After a few beers, I could almost feel both of them standing behind me and silently judging me. It’s always like that when I consume alc. But I wasn’t in a situation to answer. The feel was way to incredible. I’ve always dreamed of this, since I’ve read a book during pre puberty. It was the sequel to the original books of the Tales of the Otori series, in which Sunaomi wets himself during a courage test he fails. Not just the relieve was amazing. The feel of it gushing down me legs. The sound of it pooling beneath me in my little private safe garden. All isolated. It was amazing. The warmth. The drops. The sound which shifted from my yellow water hitting the plastic too my wee hitting my pee. I was literally in a very small world in which only me and my accident happened. My two imaginary comrades somewhere behind me. Outside of the plastic bag. I was happy. I was one with the universe. I was so lucky to live in an age in which plastic existed. But one thing I was not: I was not giving up. A surprise attack by gravity hit me and it hit me hard. And the damage was done. But I haven’t surrendered. For as long as my bladder wants to empty itself, I could fight it. For as long as the enemy faces you with his sword, your counter may be dignified. I held myself and threw my legs together. The fluid bellow me was doing yellowish waves I could feel but not see. I held myself from outside the plastic. And I held myself with all the force I could muster. But my force was no more that of a dude who skips leg day, ain’t lifting weights and isn’t used to holding his water. My technique lacked finesse. I couldn’t stop it. I could only do as much as to reduce the flow to a dribble. That kind of dribble that burns and pushes on your bladder muscles. It took all my might to stand up again in this objectively unfavorable situation. But I’m not very huge. So the way up was a short one. I was even able to pull up the bag along with me. This short lived success was very short lived though. I fought with a grim DETERMINATION, but the psychological effect of there being no puddle to clean up afterwards and the sound and feel on my pee still continuing to dribble down my now erected legs was way more than I could handle. The pee in the bag now pooled around my feet instead of my knees and drenched all of my frontal pants and socks, which went very soggy very soon. I lost absolute control about everything again. The pee was now gushing down unhindered. The Mongols invaded Europe. Losing grasp of gravity for a second time, I did an awkward step back and fell conveniently onto my chair where I moaned and whined. I was waist deep in little land. The plastic was not protecting me anymore. This time around, it was rather protecting everything else from me. Now sitting down, my butt became wet as well and I sat in my own puddle, whilst it was flowing down the back of my pants. All the while, I felt the vaporizing pee making the inner sides of my bag damp. I splish-splashed my feet in the still warm pee whilst still going. I felt so cute and childish, I still blush whilst writing this now, from the memory alone. And my wet socks made some cute squichy sounds, when I stretched out my toes. After not so long I was finished however. The liquid slowly cooled down, because thermodynamics and I was still catching my breath. I never felt so overwhelmed and outpowered before. My arm extended to the half finished water bottle and I gulped it down. Some of it was flowing down my chin, but I didn’t care. I was already wet with other stuff than just normal water. Looking at the clock, I figured that all of this just took me a whopping amount of less than four minutes. But it didn’t matter. Time doesn’t matter when you are happy, and I felt almost as happy as when I was with my crush at the restaurant, watching Detective Conan. And I didn’t want to clean myself yet. That’d been a glorious waste of trash bags and fun. I plumped down from my chair and crawled on my knees to my little water deposit. My hands were holding up the bag which was everything between immense fun and an immense mess, whilst my legs crawled through a now cool puddle of shame which followed me anywhere I went to. I was crawling through my own private pool. The plastic did some nice crincly sounds too. I liked that. Along with the sound of my little pee waves, it was quite quite a nice fabric of soundwaves. I went back to my desk with 3.0 litres of water in my arms and unmeasured amounts of not-water-anymore around my legs. I planned to make the evening even more fun. I may have been unable to hold my pee for even two episodes, but that meant that my evening was yet to be longer than four episodes. That’s enough time to put the bag at its worth. All the while whilst finishing the series, I was sitting in my puddle and constantly rewarming it. Sometimes, I was like ‘Oh, let’s do it in this position’ and sometimes it just happened without me realizing it at first. It was scary and I felt how I shifted a bit deeper into little space. At some point I heard my mate coming home and entering his room in our appartement community. As soon as I was done with the series (and crying, the finale was PERFECTION), I was pretty certain that he was asleep. I went to my stash of towels, pulled one out and stepped out of my bag onto the piece of cloth. Some of my pee dripped down onto the towel, as it left the fabric of my pants. This was much to my surprise, and I made sure that I wasn’t having an accident or something by holding myself. I wasn’t. It was simply stored in my pants. I quickly took another plastic bag (a smaller one) and stripped my socks. After putting them into the little brother of my pee container, I repeated the same process with my pants. I could also see now, that my sweater was kinda wet on the lower parts, but it wasn’t much. I stripped it and put it into my laundry basket, along with the towel. After I made sure that my pee bag wouldn’t collapse on itself and make tired me even tireder, I prepared my shower. I also took my pee bag and the bag with my weed clothes with me. I did everything as fast and as quiet as possible. Like a drunk Asian pee ninja. After locking the door, I’ve emptied the bag. I was surprised by how light it was and how small the amount of pee in it was. If I ever get to have a holding contest with my crush, it may become pretty embarrassing. Then, I emptied the bag with clothes under the shower and took my underwear off. I wanted to already clean everything a bit, so they won’t smell until laundry day. After a long shower which cleaned my clothes, my body and my soul, I’ve put my clothes, now drenched by not-pee into the basket and stored the two peed plastic bags in another plastic bag, which I’ve closed in a way that wouldn’t allow it to let air escape. I dressed up in my dry and comfortable pyjamas and realised following, as I layed down: It feels cute and fluffy to watch someone who is desperate have an accident. It also feels cute and fluffy to lose control yourself and have an accident. It also is fun to splish splash and play and sit in your puddle. But the nicest feel is to leave your damp and smelly clothes and be clean AFTER having an accident. Laying in bed. Dry. Protected by your blanket and your mattress. Warm. So warm and cuddly after you’ve been quite some time in your sometimes cold and harsh pee. With that thought, I went sleeping. Yeah, so much for my first ever adult omorashi experience, I guess. I’d say that I hope you liked the story as much as I did, but… That’s simply not possible :P I was the one who experienced it, after all ^^ And I’m not that great of a writer. Along with the fact that my English isn’t perfect, I can only hope for you to think of it as decent. Only God knows how many writing mistakes I made. Anyways, now that I’ve finished this story, it’s 7:30 am at the day after the accident, which happened after the midnight of the second day. I really gotta catch some Z’s.
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    I have a very successful method (about 85% success rate) for one off bed wetting episodes, whereby I will be fully unconscious when I pee - I go to sleep dry and wake up wet. This involves getting drunk, taking a bit of dandelion root (a harmless health supplement & natural diuretic, widely available over the counter) then doing a BIG hold before sleeping. The hold is really critical, you’ve got to get really busting - the hopping around, jeans button undone kind of hold. But the bladder is a muscle and doing a big hold is like running a long distance race for your bladder, ie just after the hold is finished, your bladder is tired and weak. Add in the fact that I’m drunk, full of beer, the dandelion helping to keep the body producing more urine and you have a perfect storm of circumstances - empty bladder, drunk & tired, so primed to fall into a deep sleep, but with a rapidly filling bladder that is weak & tired. I have used this method myself many times and often filmed myself to see what happens. It’s often more than an hour after falling asleep that I will wee the bed. Sometimes I wake up within a few minutes of wetting, other times I have slept on for several hours in a wet bed. I have only slept the full night after wetting if I have been wearing, but I am a big fella with a big capacity and often pee through any protection in wearing if I wet in my sleep. Aloo
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    Me, as a straight female, it’s a huge yes
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    So cute is right. Nicely done. Have always found what goes on under some women's skirts to be so sexy.
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    I know, I'm very slow, I'm sorry. Life has been getting in my way a lot lately. I'm really close to finishing up the other story I was working on, then my full writing attention will be on this story. I definitely want to continue this story. I only have 1 page of the next chapter so far, but I definitely like it way better then what I had previously.
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    i really like the kind of cute girl that you don't suspect she's will pee her jeans on purpose

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    1)love the X-Ray images 2) Dakota, sadly, seems to be screwed 3)I’m glad you liked my idea 4)awesome page as always
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    I fucking LOVE this inside out control room stuff. You keep setting up story mechanics and new ideas and then leave us waiting for the next part! I don't know who is more sadistic, Alexis or YOU, Eckman! Also... "Accident-CT"? As in circuit? ohhh...I wanna get my industrial sabotage on in there. Be like DeeDee from Dexter's Lab. What does THIS button do? =3
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    This is my first video, so I'm quite nervous. I pee in my shorts and lycra leggings with my favourite rainbow socks. Please give me some feedback and let me know how I did. (I apologise for the dodgy camerawork towards the end...)

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    I actually had my first "real" accident in a while just yesterday from miscalculating things during a planned holding session. I was meaning to get fairly desperate and then change into some old clothes I use for wetting and go in my shower but I ended up wetting myself and the bedroom floor while changing because I didn't realize how bad I had to go. A few months ago I kind of had one as well because I had been doing a hold late at night and only peed once before going to bed. Woke up like four hours later in the middle of the night completely bursting again while half asleep and it was the kind of desperation where it seemed like even moving or bending the wrong way would make me lose it, let alone getting out from under my covers, walking from my bedroom down the hall to the bathroom and actually getting my pants down in time. I didn't feel very good about my ability to do all that in my state at the time without causing a commotion and waking my family so I just gave up and flooded the bed.
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    When Picky has her schoolmate over to study, she thinks Mommy Red will be one until dinner time. Unfortunately, she came home early and insisted that picky remove her pants as per the house rules. With Stephanie watching, Picky's pants are pulled down to reveal her thickly diapered bottom. After Mommy Red leaves the room, Picky begs Stephanie not to say anything but it's not quite so easy. This information is far too juicy to keep to herself and Stephanie refuses to keep it secret. Rightfully upset, Picky runs to Mommy Red to tattle. Despite the fact that both girls are technically adults, Stephanie gives in when confronted by Mommy Red and finds herself over her lap in short order. After a thorough spanking, it is Stephanie that finds herself by put into thick diapers. Perhaps now she will be more inclined to keep Picky's secret.

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    I'm gonna take a wild guess. Japanese System Locale?
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    Sorry for the delay, I got very a̶d̶d̶i̶c̶t̶e̶d̶ distracted + I wanted to get better at making humans in 3D and this request felt like a good moment to start. The render only took 30 minues so if you see something that needs fixing or doesn't look right let me know because I may be able to fix it
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    View File [Female] WetLinda Video Collection 19 videos of Wetlinda i've collected over the years. Submitter amaron32 Submitted 12/26/2019 Category Peeing
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    WIP Working on that Inkling girl comic
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    Trina now has her very own set of emojis over on Omorashi.org’s Discord server, check them out!
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    The other day I was at the pub for like, the first time in forever, and one of my partners kept buying me drinks. I was peeing basically every 10 minutes, wearing a romper that I had to take off completely to pee. But what I figured was, this thing was loose enough that I could pull it to the side and pee out one of the leg holes without getting anything wet. I could not. And I had a wet spot between my legs and on my butt all night for the next few hours.
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    “We should use grass to fill it, definitely. As for the outside, I’m still not sure.” Emily said. “Maybe we get a ton of huge leaves and stitch them together?” Olivia suggested. “Leaves are way too fragile, plus, what would we stitch them with?” Emily asked. “Wait! The desert town! They looked more advanced than us! Maybe we could get a bed from them!” Olivia realized. “We have no money, I think. I’m not sure, it doesn’t say so anywhere in the inventory. We need to make one ourselves.” Emily said. “Who says we can’t steal a mattress?” Olivia asked. “Ohh… yeah, we could do that… now that Charlie was caught, do you think they have stronger defenses for that warehouse? Maybe even that group that was stationed here?” Emily asked. “Emily, the group is off looking for Charlie. They aren’t at the town.” Olivia said. “Olivia, I’m determined to figure out a way to make a mattress.” Emily stated. Olivia sighed. “Well, you do that, then. Think about how you might be able to make a disgusting, rotting, plant based mattress, and I’m going to go steal one.” Olivia said. “Olivia, wait!” Emily started. “Emily, I know we could make a mattress if we thought about it long enough, but what if we could have a memory foam mattress?” Olivia suggested. “Olivia, they are absolutely not going to have a memory foam mattress. I give up, though. I’m coming with you. On the way over, let’s fight the snakes again, just to see if we get any loot.” Emily decided. When they started walking, they noticed something they hadn’t before. When the group left, they didn’t take the funnel+tube, they left it near the house Emily and Olivia were hiding in. Emily picked it up, and they left. Reaching the cave a while later, the girls really hoped they would get something good. “The doorknob and funnel both ended up being useful, so maybe we’ll find uses for these things, even if they are junk?” Emily thought. They fought the snakes, successfully as always. In the first room, they got a potato. “What? Why a potato?!” Emily asked, frustrated. “No wait! We can plant this! If the other foods suck, we at least know we can eat potatoes!” Olivia realized. From the second room, they got thirty dollars. “That’s great, but it just went into my inventory! I don’t know how to use it!” Emily complained. Eventually, they made it to the familiar town. Nothing looked different, but people seemed on edge. Nobody could trust anybody anymore. Luckily, Emily and Olivia had clothes, so they wouldn’t be mistaken for prostitutes again, but they didn’t want to be seen at all. “I’ll check in the warehouse to see if they have a mattress, or anything that would be comfortable to sleep on, you be a lookout and make sure to come hide in here with me if someone else comes.” Emily said. Olivia nodded. Emily looked around for anything. Maybe not a mattress, but something that could work. Looking around, she heard a gasp from outside and footsteps running inside. As expected Olivia showed up next to her a moment later and whispered “I saw someone walking towards this place!” “Did they see you?” Emily asked “No! I think we’re fine, we just need to find that mattress and get out of here! Maybe they’ll have some blankets too?” Olivia wondered. “Olivia, I really don’t want to steal much. These are hardworking people and I feel bad. Let’s grab a mattress, and another crate of water bottles, and get home.” Emily said. Looking further, Emily found three mattresses lined up. They all looked terribly stiff, and kind of small. Emily gladly took one, and ran over to where the diuretics were. No more were in stock than last time. Nobody was using them, so people were kind of glad that someone mistook them for water and was stealing that instead of actual water. Emily grabbed a crate, and found Olivia. They both scurried away, and as they were finally out of the town, Emily looked back and saw a person in armor walk towards the storage and station himself near the entrance. Emily and Olivia got out just in time. Getting home, Emily got to work on making a bed frame around the mattress she took. It was a small mattress, so the two girls would have to keep their bodies close together to fit on it, but Emily was secretly happy about that. After Emily finished the frame, she jumped into the bed and laid down. The mattress was made with springs and soft fabric, so while it wasn’t the most comfortable, it would definitely do. Olivia took some blankets out of her inventory and laid them on the bed. “Olivia!” Emily shouted. “It’s too late, I already took them. They’re ours now!” Olivia giggled. It was getting late, so Emily covered herself in blankets and snuggled against Olivia in bed. Even though she was mad at her for stealing more than they had to, she smiled. She couldn’t stay mad at her. Tomorrow… The girls check on their garden, add the potato, and try to make things grow quicker. The girls continue to add decoration and furniture to their house to make it look and feel nicer The girls try to add a roof to the house and a gutter system for free water in case they ever run out. The girls decide to take a day off and have a drinking contest for fun. The girls go back to the forest to try and find either more unique food to grow, or animals to kill or maybe even bring back to farm in the future.
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    I’ve been a lurker on here for a while, and just decided to make an account after a particularly intense hold. It was very erotic for me. I’m a pretty short woman, with dark curly hair and glasses. I’m in relatively good shape, and I aim to work out 3-4 times/week. I’m pansexual, but more into desperation with women than with men (though as an adult, I’ve never had the opportunity to explore this with another woman). Here’s the story: I had just gotten back into working out (after a few weeks off), and I’d finished lifting weights and running outside. I’d had a late breakfast, and drank a lot of water to prevent dehydration after running. I decided to take a nap but, once I got into bed, I realized that I had to pee. And it felt good. So, instead of sleeping, I decided to just let the need to pee grow (while reading stories on here). Soon, my rate of breathing began to increase as the desperation to pee increased. I was getting more and more turned on, and I was very wet (not from pee). I decided to take one of those ‘I need to pee’ quizzes in which you’re told to do things. I stood up and put a leg on a chair with my arms outstretched, and the need increased. I put a cup in my pants, under my clit, and tried to pee (but nothing came out). My need increased. I sat on the toilet and spread my legs and relaxed. Nothing came out. I went back up to my room and *really* needed to pee. I began to essentially hump the air, lying in bed, both because I was immensely turned on and immensely desperate to pee. My clit was throbbing. I was soaked (yet I still hadn’t peed). My bladder felt a twinge, and while I like the feeling of being desperate to pee, I don’t like any pain. But it was only one twinge, so I continued to hold it in. I took a few deep breaths, and the need to pee increased. There was now a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and my clit was still throbbing. As I don’t like pain, I decided to let myself pee. I really had to go, and had to walk really slowly to the bathroom, as every step caused a surge in desperation. I held my legs close together as I walked, because I felt like I might leak if they were too open. When I got to the bathroom, I sat on the toilet. I tried to let myself pee, and my arousal increased. I was close to shaking from my need to pee. I continued to sit on the toilet, for maybe one more minute, and then I fully relaxed and let myself pee. It was close to orgasmic. Once I finished, my clit was still swollen and I was still wet due to arousal. There is more to the story, but I’m going to leave it here for now. Totally open to feedback (especially on writing quality).
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    Same as me! i regularly dream I’m peeing only to wake up and find I’m actually ejaculating and there’s semen everywhere. Really this should have stopped at my age but it still happens sometimes. I do wonder if this is the origin of my fetish, as it somehow associated wetting with orgasms in my mind.
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    I went into premature labor with my second son in my 24th week of pregnancy, secondary to an abruption. My then-fiancee took me to the hospital around three in the morning. Because I'd rushed out of the house, and because I was having contractions, I needed to piss desperately by the time we got there. I told the hospital staff, but they told me just to wait until I got upstairs to labor and delivery, because they'd want a urine sample, and they did take me up there pretty quickly. At that point in my life, I don't think I'd ever had to pee so badly before. Immediately, I asked to use the restroom, but again they said no, that it wasn't safe for me to do so. They said they would put a catheter in me because they wanted a clean urine sample, and settled me on the bed where I wiggled and squirmed in front of everyone. I was in pain, not from the contractions, but from my bladder. I told the doctor and nurse who remained that I was going to pee all over myself in like two minutes, and the nurse helped me take my pants off and finally put the catheter in. But, she only let it drain enough for the necessary sample, and clamped it off. My bladder was cramping worse than the contractions. "I still really need to pee!" I snapped, as they looked at my sample. "Please, it hurts soooo bad!" They relented, and got a big tub and unclamped the cath. "This is the closest you'll ever get to peeing like a man," one of them commented. "I don't care how I'm doing it," I replied, growing faint with relief. "I'm just so glad to get it out of me." "I'll bet," the nurse said, and smiled. "You really did need to go."
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    The commuter train jerked forward abruptly as it departed from the station. Julie pressed both hands hard into her crotch to keep from losing bladder control. Even with her purse sitting on her lap to hide it, she was sure that the people around her could tell she was touching herself inappropriately, but she was beyond caring. She had been crossing her legs and shifting in her seat for the past half an hour--surely anyone paying attention to her in the crowded morning train car already knew that she was on the verge of peeing in her pants. "Just two more stops to go," she told herself. Julie shifted her left leg underneath of her and sat on the heel of her black pump. It offered some temporary relief to her straining bladder. In the wake of her wetting in the office a couple of weeks prior, Julie's long-suppressed urges to push her bladder to its limit and beyond in public places had been fully awakened. She never even considered using a toilet anymore unless it was an absolute emergency. Plus, she was intentionally guzzling water, tea, and coffee in copious amounts. Just like in high school, these habits were making her accident prone. She had already soaked herself twice on the way home from work, both times in front of dozens of strangers. Also like high school, she would not go home to change clothes after a wetting--that was cheating. As a consequence, she spent both evenings sheepishly running errands in her blatantly soiled clothes while cashiers and customers gawked at her. Doing her evening grocery shopping in pee-soaked clothes was one thing, but showing up for work in the morning wearing them was another. For that reason, this was the first time she had ever dared risk a holding challenge on the commute into work. Like most nights since the re-ignition of her fetish, she had spent the previous evening on watersports websites posting about her wetting adventures and chatting with other members about theirs. She went to sleep the previous night fantasizing about different outfits and situations in which she might get desperate and wet herself. As a result, Julie was feeling particularly naughty this morning. She put on one of her favorite pairs of pants--form-fitting light gray dress slacks--and couldn't help but immediately think about how they would look with dark, glistening pee streaks running down both legs. The thought made her so aroused. She wanted to wet these pants really badly, but that would have to wait until later in the evening. On her way out the door, Julie grabbed her typical large bottled water to drink on the train and a devilish thought occurred to her. She couldn't pee in her pants before work, but she could still have some desperate fun. She opened the bottle and chugged the contents until they were gone. Then she re-filled the bottle from the kitchen sink tap and drank the contents again. Surely she could handle making it to work after just two bottles of water plus the two cups of coffee she had drank earlier. If she couldn't manage that, she reasoned, she deserved to spend her whole work day in wet pants. She refilled the bottle again to drink on the trip and left the house with a mischievous smile on her face. Now there were 15 minutes remaining in the train ride to work, and Julie was beginning to think she had over-estimated her holding capacity. She began to bounce up and down on her heel as the short-lived numbness of sitting on it began to wear off and she felt the intense pressure of her bladder again. Why did she always do this to herself? Julie had no idea what she was going to do if she couldn't hold on. She had been able to successfully play her wetting after the morning meeting off as a simple error in judgement, albeit a humiliating one. Her team was amused by the idea of their manager wetting her pants at work. They openly teased her about it, but in some ways they were more comfortable with her now. Her boss was clearly much more disgusted with her, but he did not say anything beyond impatiently asking her to clean up her mess and sit on a plastic bag the rest of the day to avoid ruining her office chair. Julie knew she couldn't pee in her pants at work again so soon. She knew all too well how quickly a group of people could stop looking at pee accidents as a laughable quirk and begin treating you like a outcast because of them. The first few times Julie had noticeably pissed herself in high school had not been a big deal either. She had been discretely wetting her panties under skirts and intentionally letting out spurts of pee into her black jeans during the school day dating back to junior high. No one had ever caught her. One day early in her sophomore year, however, Julie had gotten distracted during a busy day and completely forgotten to pee between classes. Lunch was only one class away, so she decided to cross her legs and try to hold on for one more period. Julie desperately squirmed in her seat trying to hold back the flood, but as she felt the first warm spurt of pee begin to leak into her panties with 20 minutes to go before the bell, she knew she wasn't going to make it to lunch. Julie was wearing dark blue jeans. They could cover up some damage, but she knew they were not dark enough to hide a major accident. She raised her hand and pleaded with her teacher for a bathroom pass, but he told her to wait until the lesson was done. The next 10 minutes seemed like an eternity as Julie fidgeted frantically trying to keep her bladder from bursting in the middle of class. Every minute or so, she could feel more damp warmth escape into her panties. Finally, the teacher stopped talking and let the class begin work on their homework assignment. He beckoned Julie to the front of the room to collect her bathroom pass. She could barely move without leaking as she awkwardly waddled to the teacher's desk and down the hall to the restroom. She had to keep her legs tightly together and stop every few feet to keep from losing control. With every ginger step she could feel pee sloshing around in her bladder. She had barely pushed open the girls' bathroom door when she felt a hot flood burst into her panties and begin to run down her legs. She quickly ran into an open stall and began to fight with her belt, but all the while she could feel a torrent of warmth running down the thighs of her tight jeans. By the time she got her belt undone, she could feel her socks and shoes become engulfed in the flood. The relief of finally emptying her aching bladder plus the familiar feeling of warm pee soaking her clothes triggered a sensual explosion in Julie. Her pulse raced and she became weak at the knees. As her shoes filled with urine and a puddle spread below her feet in the stall, she stopped struggling to get her jeans off and began rubbing her crotch through her soaking wet pants. pee dripped off of her fingers as she massaged her throbbing clitoris through the tight, glistening denim. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall as she rubbed faster--the fabric hissing with the force of her pee stream as she rubbed. As the flow of pee finally stopped, she climaxed. After Julie caught her breath, she had to figure out what to do about her predicament. Her jeans, socks, and shoes were completely saturated in urine and she was only half way through the school day. Julie knew her mom would never leave work to come and get her because she peed her pants--she was way too old for that. If she skipped the rest of her classes without an excused absence, she would fail her math test that afternoon. Plus, she would have to walk across town in her wet pants to get home. She began to think that her best option may be to go back to class and try to pretend like nothing happened. After all, she had gotten her pants so completely soaked that there was no obvious wet patch--she thought maybe no one would notice. Julie poured the pee out of her shoes and wrung out her socks. She dabbed at her jeans with paper towels as best she could, but decided they were a lost cause after the tenth paper towel came up yellow and soaked with no discernible improvement to the state of her pants. Her sneakers squelched noticeably as she walked back to class drenched from the waist down. Julie hadn't even sloshed her soaked jeans into her seat when she began to hear the whispering and giggling spread through the classroom. All the rest of the day she dealt with staring and teasing, but it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be. Mostly her classmates just made fun of her about her being a baby and needing diapers. Meanwhile, she passed her math test and enjoyed the feeling of the soaked pants against her skin all afternoon. She felt free, like her secret was finally out in the open and she loved the naughtiness of spending her whole day in pee-soaked pants. In a couple of weeks, the incident was nothing more than a running joke--yesterday's news to her classmates. Of course, the memory of the intense orgasm she had experienced in the bathroom stall as she peed in her pants stuck with Julie much longer. As the train lurched to a stop, Julie felt the first warm spurt dampen her panties. She moved her heel out from underneath her and instead tightly crossed her left leg over her right. More pee escaped during the shift, leaving her underwear warm and wet. The office was still one more train stop and a four-block walk away. She bounced up and down anxiously in her seat, willing the train to begin moving again. Just then, she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder. "Hey Julie, I didn't know you take this train in the morning." She turned her head to see Sara's smiling face behind her. Of all the luck ... Sara had been witness to Julie's previous work accident. It was beginning to look like she would have a front-row seat to another wetting. Julie tried to steady her voice as she replied, "Yeah, I do. It's always so crowded, we must have always just missed each other." "Are you feeling OK?" Sara asked. "You look really flushed." "Yeah, I'm fine," Julie said through gritted teeth. "I just need the restroom." "Oh..." Sara said as she peeked at Julie's contorted legs. She gave a smile and a knowing nod. "Are you going to be alright this time?" "I hope so," Julie said weakly as the train began to move again. She leaned forward and buried her hand in her crotch. "I felt so bad for you the other morning at work," Sara said. "I still can't believe you wore that skirt all day." Great, Julie thought, now everyone in earshot knows I wet my pants at work. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply. Julie closed her eyes and clenched muscles as tightly as she could. The light fabric of her dress slacks felt soft and comforting pressed tightly against her legs. For several minutes, Julie squirmed in her seat in focused silence--eyes closed, legs tightly crossed, shifting every few seconds. Her bladder ached, but she avoided more leakage. "Almost there," Sara said reassuringly, breaking the long silence. Julie opened her eyes and saw that their stop was only a minute away. She stood up to make her way to the door and immediately felt warmth spread in her panties. she reflexively bent over and pressed her thighs together, but it took her a few seconds to choke off the flow. Julie's whole crotch felt warm and wet--she dared not move or check her pants for damage. Now that she was on her feet, Julie had to contend with keeping her balance as the train moved. When it reached her station, the car came to a sudden stop and jerked her forward. The sudden violent motion nearly knocked her over. The flow began again--this time she could feel stray drops begin to run down her thighs before she could stop it. Sara began to make her way to the door through the sea of passengers. Julie followed in her wake, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together as she waddled through the car. For the first time, Julie was grateful that Sara was there. She never would have made it through the crowd without completely wetting herself if she had been alone. Julie followed Sara through the doors of the train and onto the platform. Sara stopped and turned to face her. "I've never used the restrooms here. Do you know where they are?" Julie shook her head. She bent double and hopped from foot to foot as she scanned the station for a bathroom sign. Her wet inner thighs felt a cold chill in the open air of the platform. Julie knew that her leakage earlier must have soaked through her pants. Her mind raced. She could barely concentrate with her bladder so full. Plus, she was still super aroused and wet. Her eyes barely processed what they were seeing as she frantically looked around for a bathroom. Warmth began to engulf her underwear again. This time, Julie chose not to fight it. She relaxed and looked down as a glistening dark patch began to spread rapidly down both legs. Sara gasped as Julie stopped fidgeting and stood upright while an obvious wet patch continued to grow on her light-grey dress pants. pee streamed from the inseams of her pant legs and on to the concrete below her feet as a puddle began to form and spread. Both women's eyes were fixated on Julie's slacks. Julie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Her toes were swimming in the warm flood that was filling her heels. The soft fabric of her dress slacks felt as good as she imagined all morning as they clung tightly to her ass and thighs in their warm, soaking wet state. Julie wanted to rub herself through her soaked underwear, but she knew she couldn't on a public train platform. "Oh my God," Sara said, eyes still glued to Julie's pants. "Do you at least have a change of clothes this time?" Julie shook her head. The flow finally reduced to a trickle and then stopped. Julie lowered her eyes to her slacks. The dark-grey pee streaks ran all the way down both her legs and her feet were now completely submerged in warm urine within her pumps. Her clitoris ached with desire. Julie stood there in a haze of her own pleasure--oblivious to the many strangers that had caught sight of the spectacle that were now staring at her. Sara grabbed Julie's hand. "Come on," she said as she led Julie away from the train platform and toward a secluded wall of the station. Julie's shoes squelched as she walked. "I'm sorry I keep doing this in front of you," Julie said. "Clearly I need to drink less coffee in the morning ... or just start wearing diapers." "If you want to call in sick today, I promise I won't tell anyone," Sara offered as they settled into a corner out of obvious sight. "You'd have to figure out how to get home, but at least you wouldn't have to walk into the office like that." "Thanks Sara, that's sweet," Julie said. Of course Sara was right--she should just call in sick. Julie knew that going to work in this state would just lead to lots of humiliation and probably setback her career. Why did the thought of just going home leave her feeling so unfulfilled? "You look disappointed," Sara said with the hint of a smile. "You know it will make just as good a story if you don't go into the office, right?" "Huh?" "When you write it up tonight," Sara said. "You posted a story about your last wetting. I can only assume you'll write about one as epic as this ... PissyJ28." Julie just stared at Sara, who was smiling coyly back at her. The pit of Julie's stomach dropped. No one had ever called her by her online moniker. Finally, she stuttered out, "You read online wetting forums?" "Yeah, I was actually planning to post about your wetting a couple weeks ago. When I saw your write up of it, I nearly died. Can you believe the odds? You're a really good writer, by the way." "Thanks," Julie mumbled, still not quite believing her ears. She began to wonder if she was still dreaming. "So ... you are into this?" "Well, clearly not as much as you are," Sara said. "I could never pee my pants at work ... and some of the stories from when you were in school I could barely believe anyone would put themselves through." "Yeah, I do get carried away sometimes," Julie said with a smile as she looked down at her slacks, which were now cooling down and beginning to chill her thighs. The dark wet patches down both her legs were extremely pronounced now against the light grey fabric. She shifted her weight and felt the pool of urine in her shoes slosh. "You probably think I'm completely nuts now, right?" "I don't know how you can do this in public and then go about your day as if nothing happened. Don't you care that everyone is going to stare at you?" "Oh, I care," Julie said. "I guess holding and wetting is just more exciting when I know I'm going to be in trouble if I don't make it. It's just not the same thing if I do it when there's no risk of anyone finding out. Does that make any sense at all?" "A little," Sara said. "So, you actually wanted to pee yourself today?" "Not exactly," Julie said. "I was just challenging myself to hold it as long as I could. I thought I could make it." "But you didn't bring anything to change into if you didn't?" "No," Julie said sheepishly. "You should really think about calling in sick," Sara said. "Your pants are soaked. What are you going to tell everyone?" "I don't know ... that I peed my pants." Sara laughed. "I think they'll figure that one out on their own." "Yeah, you're right," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know, the thought of walking into work like this really excites me right now. Maybe I like punishing myself ... I don't know." "You seem to have a talent for it." "Tell me about it." "Well then, I guess we better get to the office," Sara said glancing down at Julie's soaked slacks and smirking. "I'm sure those are going to be really comfortable for you today." "Oh, I know," Julie said, smiling naughtily. "They're already starting to get cold, and I have a small lake in my heels." "Enjoy your chaffed thighs." "I'm sure I'm going to get diaper rash," Julie said. "Plus I get to smell like pee all day and sit on plastic sheeting again. I'll bet you're so jealous of me right now." "Definitely, all the guys will think you're so hot now," Sara said. They looked each other and giggled. "Seriously though, are you sure you really want to do this? I just found out that I work with someone I can share this with. I really don't want you to get fired." "Don't worry," Julie said. "They won't fire me for this." "Well, if you're sure, I'll see you at the office," Sara said. "You want to catch a few drinks after work?" "I'd love to." "Great," said Sara, "If you're lucky, your pants might even dry by then." "Probably, but who knows? If I get a few drinks in me, they may not stay that way." "With you, I'll bet they won't," Sara shook her head and laughed. "You're crazy Julie. I'll see you later." "See you at work," Julie said as Sara turned and walked away. Julie's mind filled with possibilities. All these years her wetting had isolated her, could she have finally found a partner in this? She wondered what Sara was into. She couldn't wait to meet her after work and find out. Her pulse raced as she ran her hands along her chilled, wet thighs. No turning back now. Sara had offered her an out and she turned it down. Now she was going to have to spend the whole day in these pee-soaked slacks and everyone at work was going to know about it. She could picture the condescending smirks on her co-workers faces as they saw that she had peed in her pants again. Julie's fingers reached her crotch, which still radiated warmth through the wetness of her slacks. She decided she'd better find a ladies' room to take care of her naughtier urges.
  50. 1 point
    I've actually been what you'd call a looker for a long time. I've kind of been reluctant to post, I guess because I'm paranoid about putting too much of myself out there on the web. But hell with it. I figure tonight, I should finally post something. And I figured a "how I started" post would be fitting. It is all true, it contains male wetting, on accident, as a young kid. So even though my memory is vivid, its probably more of an anecdote than a sexy story or anything like that. Still, I figure some will enjoy it. For the record I'm male, brown hair, about 5'10", (legitimate) medium build. Straight, so far as sexuality goes. lol It actually started for me quite young. The whole experience was quite humiliating for me at the time and later lead to my fetish. Okay, here goes... When I was in the first grade we were having reading time after lunch. We all had to sit on the floor and the teacher would read to us. I had needed to pee bad since right after lunch ended (of course). Well, I sat there squirming, trying not to call attention to the fact that I was about to pee my pants. Before long I was panicking because I was losing little squirts of pee and I could feel my underwear was getting soaked. When I lost the first big squirt and made a quarter sized wet spot on my jeans, I finally raised my hand while grabbing my crotch with my other hand. This part I remember vividly. I was sitting there with one hand raised and one in my crotch. The teacher acknowledged my raised hand, as she called on me I lost another squirt. Only this time it was bigger and I remember a feeling of almost horror when I felt pee surge through my jeans for a second and wet my hand. I got it under control and told the teacher I had to go to the bathroom rather urgently. She saw my obvious predicament and told me to go. I got up and, while holding onto my crotch with both hands for dear life, start to slowly waddle my way toward the exit. My knees were shaking at this point. I felt another squirt warm my crotch and hands and I looked down to see the wet spot expanding beyond the coverage of my hands. One of the girls in the room screamed, "He's peeing!" The teacher saw I wasn't going to make it at this rate and told me to run, so I started running, still holding my crotch. As I started running I started loosing more and more pee into my pants, each squirt getting longer now. I got out of the room and was running for the bathroom, already wet to my knees. When I rounded the corner and saw the bathroom I felt that the spurts were now just a continuous stream and it was down to my socks. By the time I got to the bathroom, I was soaked and already finished peeing. I stood there shaking for a minute. I was wet all the way down the inside of both legs, my butt was soaked since I'd started wetting while I was sitting, it couldn't have been any worse for a kid that age really. So I went back to class still dripping. The teacher sent me to the nurse, where they called my mom and had her bring me spare clothes. I remember I was sitting waiting in the nurses office and a girl came in with a "headache" (meaning she wanted to go home) and she started to ask me what I was there for. She got half way through and stopped when she looked down and noticed that I had obviously peed my pants and just said, "Oh." So there you have it. My first post, my first accident that I can remember. I actually feel pretty good having posted it. I'll post the few stories of girls wetting that I have, as well as maybe my only adult accident if anyone is interested. Thanks for the chance to get some of this off my chest, even if it is anonymously.
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