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  1. This might not entirely fit your description since I wet myself before I was around people, but... When I was growing up, there was a patch of woods about a block away from my house. I mostly played around and built forts in those woods, but I occasionally used them for outlets related to my fetish. One summer afternoon, I was there and expected to be there for a few more hours. My fetish has always skewed toward seeing women wet themselves, but I've had the urge to pee myself on occasion. In this instance, I thought I was in the clear. I went ahead and wet myself - I was wearing basic basketball shorts. I can't remember what color, but the stain was visible all over my front. Not so much the back, luckily. I expected to be able to dry over time and then walk home, but I heard a car horn. Apparently, my parents were leaving to run some errands and they wanted me to head home while they were gone. As they called my name from the road, I panicked. After shouting that I'd be there in just a minute. Thinking fast, I took my shorts off and put them on backwards, so the stain was in the back. I then walked over to their car and insisted I would walk home. I didn't want to get a ride, for obvious reasons. My mom, being cautious as always, wanted to make sure I was inside the house before they left. So, in another moment of quick thinking, I said I'd race them to the house. I started sprinting, hoping that the constant movement would hide the stain (they were driving back past the house, so they followed me). I got home and ran inside, and they kept driving to go do errands. I guess I got away with it, but that was one close call haha.
  2. Does anyone know who this is? I remember seeing these a year or two ago, and they're both very hot. If there's more of her out there, I'd love to see.
  3. I occasionally save stories that I really enjoy, and I found one that I saved back in 2011. However, if the title of my note is correct, I saved the 3rd chapter - but no other chapters of this story. It's a really great story, so it's driving me nuts that I can't find the rest anywhere. I'll paste the content of the chapter below. If anyone can help, it would be greatly appreciated. I had the story saved as, "Wetting By Remote Control 3," even though there's no remote control in the chapter. Here's the chapter I have saved: Last time I wrote, I told you about the day I had to wear a diaper/nappy for K, my girlfriend and mistress. Well it was only a week later that she sent me another text and task to complete.. On the third Friday of my holiday, I was chatting via text with K...we were having a lovely time flirting and describing to each other what we were hoping to do the next time we could actually meet..I was getting quite turned on I have to admit!... During the chat, K asked if I would be able to actually talk to her on Saturday night when she was going out with her flatmate Sarah, who knows all about us, and has joined in on a few occasions!.. I had to tell her that sadly I couldn't, because I had arranged to go over to my sisters house for the evening, as I hadn't spent much time with her recently, and she'd just broken up with her boyfriend.. K said she understood, and that she would try texting me again later.. The next day, I was just getting ready to drive over to my sister's house, when K's text arrived...She said that she'd thought of another task for me, that I would have to complete and tell her all about to receive any reward..! By now, I wasn't nervous of what the challenges were because I knew that whatever happened, I would end up enjoying myself anyway, so I eagerly replied that I would do whatever my mistress told me to... K told me that it was up to me how I staged it..but I was to wet my bed that night and my sister had to find out!... My first reaction was of being extremely embarrassed for something I hadn't actually done yet, my heart started pounding in my chest, and my legs went all wobbly!..Then the thrill of what I was going to do rushed over me, and I realised that I had my hand between my legs pushing into my crotch without me noticing that I'd put it there...I leaned against the wall while I rubbed myself through my jeans and started to feel very horny!... I sent back a message that I would do what she told me to, then taking a moment to recover my composure, said goodbye to hubby and went over to my sisters house.. The evening was really nice..being able to catch up with my little sis, complaining about men in general, and with specific reference to ex-boyfriends and current husbands...I told her that I wasn't happy with my husband, and hadn't been for sometime. She said that she had guessed that, as had my Mum, and asked me if I was doing anything about being happy..She even asked if I was having a fling with anyone!... I denied everything...saying that I would never sleep with another man....of course...I left out the bit about sleeping with another woman...or two!... As the evening went on, we drank more wine, and got more and more drunk...Even though she's my little sister, she had always been able to drink me under the table, so I was much more worse for wear by the time bed was mentioned... As she started to help me up the stairs, (by pushing me from behind with her hands on my bum!) I started to get excited again as I suddenly remembered what I was going to do that night...and in my drunken state I started giggling about it!.. Jenny asked me what I was giggling at, and I said that it was nothing and I was just very drunk..she laughed and said that she'd help me into bed.. She pushed me into the spare room, laid me down on the bed and then took off my jeans. I took off my top and told her that I wanted to sleep in my knickers and bra..she laughed and swayed out of the room, turning the light off as she went... I slid under the duvet, and frantically started to rub myself through the material of my knickers, because I was so turned on by now....I hadn't been to the toilet for quite sometime, so I could feel the pressure building up on my bladder, and that plus my naughty task had made me very damp! I dropped off to sleep with my hand still between my legs shortly afterwards!.. The next thing I remember was being woken up by Jenny opening the curtains in the room. My head was very sore, and I was still groggy... Then I felt my bladder aching and realised that I was desperate for the toilet. This reminded me of my task, and with a sudden drop in the pit of my stomach, I realised that I hadn't completed my task!... I was mortified that I'd failed!... Jenny was asking me questions about breakfast and how I slept, but I wasn't listening at all.. I wracked my brain about what I was going to tell K when I suddenly realised that I could still carry out my task by just doing it there and then! I lay my head back down on the pillow...and just let go!... I felt the hot pee gush into my knickers and then start to soak the bed around me...it was orgasmic, and I had to supress a moan!...I was totally lost in the feeling of pee running down the inside of my legs and soaking the bed, and didn't notice that Jenny had stopped talking and was looking at me...suddenly she pulled back the duvet, and I was exposed with a golden stream of pee still running out of my knickers and onto the now very large wet patch on the bed! I felt myself start to go bright red, and I was sure that she was going to be mad at me, but she just burst out laughing and said "You always end up wetting yourself when you're drunk don't you?".. I just nodded and continued to wet my knickers... Jenny then just said, stay there, I'll get you some clean knickers and went out of the room....as soon as she'd gone I started to rub myself to an orgasm through the soaking material of my knickers, and reached my climax just before Jenny came back!.. First she pulled me up off the bed, then pulled down my knickers. Then she handed me a pair of hers to put on, while she stripped the bed behind me. As she did so, I was surprised to see that there was a towel on the bed, under the fitted sheet!... She saw the look of surprise on my face and laughed again. Then she said that she had thought I might wet myself at some point, so had taken precautions!... She also told me that Mum had told her to check on my knickers, which is why she'd undressed me the night before!... It turns out that my Mum had put a bet on with my sister that I would wee myself before we went to bed, and Jenny had bet that I would actually wet the bed...she also said that when I got dressed and went down to breakfast she had something else to tell me. Then she balled up the bed sheet and towels and left to put them in the wash.. The first thing I did when I was alone was switch on my mobile and text K with the news of my success on all parts of the challenge... She replied while I was still pulling on my leggings, and told me that I had been such a good naughty girl, I would get extra special treats when we next met!... I told her I couldn't wait!... I went down stairs and Jenny was waiting in the kitchen with toast for me. While I was eating it she started to talk to me about how I always seem to wet my knickers when I'm drunk, and about the Christmas party last year when my Mum caught me soiling myself as well..she said that when she went to bed last night she thought I might do that again I was so drunk!... Then she asked me if I had ever wet myself when I wasn't drunk..and I admitted that I had a couple of times...She then said that she had something she wanted to ask me... She paused and then asked if Mum had told me about what had happened at Jenny's birthday drinks last year. I said that she's mentioned that they had had a good night out, and that they had all got a little bit drunk...I hadn't been able to join them because I'd been on a school trip... Jenny then said that Mum hadn't told me everything, and that she and Mum had got very drunk indeed and Dad had had to come and pick them up in a car from the restaurant. I was quite surprised because I have never seen my Mum that drunk before. Jenny then told me that she had wet herself in the car on the way home, and that Mum laughed about that so much that she did too! I was shocked and turned on to find out that they had both wet themselves and I wanted to know if either of them had enjoyed doing it as much as I do.. I laughed when she told me, to hide my real reaction, and then just asked how Mum had reacted to what had happened, and also how she'd felt. Jenny said that Mum had been very embarrassed and had sat looking down at the wet patch in her crotch for the rest of the journey home, then had just run upstairs and gone to bed the minute they had arrived. Jenny said that at first she had felt embarrassed by not being in control, but then as she got over the initial shock, she admitted that she'd not felt anything particularly, neither shame or guilt...so much so that when she'd needed to wee again before they got home, she'd just done it in her knickers as they were wet already!.. Then Jenny looked at me and asked if I could tell her how many times I had wet myself, and what I thought about it... I mumbled something about not being able to remember, because I was usually drunk, but Jenny persisted, asking if it was 10 times? 20 times? More than 20 times?.. My mouth went dry, and I quietly admitted that it was probably more than 20 times (A lot more! but I really didn't want to admit that!) Jenny burst out laughing and said I was worse than a 2 year old!.. Then she asked how many times had I soiled myself..and I said about 4..which is actually closer to the truth than the last figure I'd admitted to!.. Jenny wrinkled up her nose and just said Urgh!, and, I'm glad you didn't do that this morning!... Then she looked me in the eye and said "If you've wet yourself more than 20 times, how many times have you done it on purpose?!" I immediately went bright red, and I knew that I couldn't hide it.. Jenny just whooped out and said "You have wet yourself on purpose haven't you?! I knew you had!" Then she said "You enjoy it don't you?!" Again I flushed but denied it, but Jenny just brushed the objection aside and said "Well why would you do it on purpose if you didn't enjoy it a little bit?!...Don't worry, I won't tell anybody, your secret's safe with me!"... I just continued to try and deny everything, but my bright red cheeks and the fact I couldn't look her in the eye were a give away!... Then she asked me when the last time I'd wet myself on purpose was, and I told her it was the beginning of the holiday when i was washing the car...I said it was because I was wet already and couldn't be bothered to go to the toilet...there was NO WAY I was going to tell her about anything to do with K!... She laughed at that confession though, then said "I bet you can just wet yourself whenever you want can't you?!.. I can't! I tried to for a bet when I was at college, but I just couldn't let go... I bet you have done it so many times you can just let go whenever you want?!" In shook my head and denied that was the case, saying I hadn't done it enough times when sober to be able to just do that, but although my covering was getting better again, I don't think she really believed me.... We tidied up after breakfast, and then we both dressed fully. Jenny dropped the subject and we just carried on talking about the usual stuff we do when we get together. By the afternoon I'd got over the conversation we'd had, and hoped that Jenny had satisfied her curiosity and that was the end of it... It wasn't until quite late in the afternoon that it dawned on me that Jenny had been subtly preventing me from going to the toilet all day... Every time I headed in the direction of a bathroom, she had distracted me by asking me to help with a task, or suggesting we do something in the garden, or just giving me a drink of coffee or something...She'd done it so well, I hadn't noticed at all, and had not spotted the building pressure in my bladder!.. I realised what she was up to when I mentioned that I was dying for the toilet, and was about to head off when she suggested going out for a walk in the park with her dog...I was about to agree, but say I would have to wee first, when she gave me my hand bag and tried to hustle me out of the door. I protested and asked if she wanted me to wet myself?! And that was when I saw the naughty glint in her eye that I recognised from our childhood, just before she got me into trouble with my mum for something she'd done!.. I gasped at her saying how could she! I was just about to dash off to the loo, but she reacted quicker than me! She grabbed me around the waist and started to squeeze me...at the same time her fingers dug into my rib cage and she started to tickle me in the spots she knew I was ticklish in!... I squealed and tried to escape, but she had me in a firm grasp. The tickling got more intense and I dropped to my knees begging her to stop, but still she continued... By now I was laying on my back rolling around on the floor gasping for air and laughing like a child while she dug into my ribs. I pleaded with her to stop and she did. She kept her hands pressed down on me and just said "I'll stop, but you know what you have to do".. I looked up into her eyes, saw that she meant it, and then just relaxed my bladder... Within seconds there was a hissing sound and my knickers and leggings became warm and soaked...It flooded from me and started to pool on the floor beneath my bum. Jenny stood there smiling at my face, which I'm sure was a picture of pleasure, as the warm wetness ran over my excited pussy and up my back...I very nearly orgasmed there and then...When I eventually stopped, Jenny just leaned down to me and said "You really enjoyed that didn't you?!"... All I could do was nod!.. She sent me upstairs to change while she cleared up the puddle in the hall. Before I could get halfway up the stairs on my now wobbly legs, she just asked if one of times I'd soiled myself had been on purpose as well. I didn't turn around but lied that of course they hadn't...She just said that she thought that was the case...as I got to the top of the stairs, she then just said I could throw her knickers away, because she wouldn't wear them again now I was about to poo myself... I froze at the top step, because the thought was there in my mind, and I didn't know how she knew...Before I could change my mind, I gave a push, then another, and then I felt the back of my wet knickers stretch and become heavy..."I've messed my knickers" I said, and Jenny just looked at me and said "Finish what you've started, change, and then throw those knickers away like I said" Which is exactly what I did...
  4. I'm really enjoying this story! I hope you find the inspiration to continue.
  5. I'm happy to see Emily get a bit of a comeuppance! Excited to see what this next day brings and if Shayla will be able to remain dry.
  6. Beach wettings are some of my favorites, and this idea popped into my head after reading an account of a woman who didn't bother going all the way into the ocean to pee. I hope you enjoy it. ------------------- If you go to the beach in the spring, you might just see something wonderful. Spring is a season of rebirth and awakenings, but it's also a season of trickery. After cold, snowy, dreary winters, everyone wants to get out and enjoy the weather as soon as the temperature rises or the sun shines. But you have to be careful, or you may find yourself not enjoying yourself as much as you'd like. It might be colder than you expected, despite the sunshine, leaving you wishing you'd brought a jacket. You might try to find a trail to walk, only to experience muddy paths that haven't yet solidified. Or, you might find yourself taking in the sun at the beach, only to be shocked by how cold the water is when you're wading into the tide for a quick pee. It happens at every beach every spring, and women seem to be the ones who most often experience this inconvenience. Perhaps they want to get a start on their tans before summertime, or maybe they're just happy to be out of the house in something other than pants and long sleeves. Either way, they tend to forget that lake and ocean water takes a while to warm after winter. In the summer, they're used to just nipping into the water for a quick pee when the need arises, often waiting til the last second. But, in the spring - especially the early spring when it's not too warm out - that water feels as cold as ice. They know the nearest bathroom is a good walk away and likely not even remotely clean, but they may not be keen on getting wet. So, they'll wait... and wait... and wait... until they can't deny the call of nature any longer. At this point, they spring up off their towels and make their way to the water at a brisk but respectable pace, wanting to make sure they get there in time. But, as soon as their feet get a taste of the frigid, foamy tide, they let out a yelp of shock and stop dead in their tracks and know they have a decision to make: Do they turn on their heels and seek out the nearest public toilet, or do they brave the freezing water and stick to their original plan? For some, the decision is made for them: The shock of the cold water is jarring enough to cause a muscle spasm that releases their bladders. Their bikinis and legs quickly become saturated in the warm, yellow liquid they'd been so close to safely releasing underwater. When this happens, most don't even bother continuing into the water. After all, the damage is already done. Plus, the warmth of their pee feels a hell of a lot better than the iciness of the water. For those that manage to withstand the shock-induced muscle spasms, most decide to stick to their plan and wade deeper into the water - aiming to get just deep enough that the gusset of their bikini bottoms touches the water. Why? Because it doesn't really feel like you're wetting yourself if you're submerged in water. But with each step, the sting of the cold worsens and most stop in their tracks when the water is at their knees or mid-thighs. They reason with themselves: "Surely this is deep enough, right?" And they release a torrent of pee into their bikinis, the hiss loud enough to be heard over the crashing of the waves. Sure, they didn't quite make it, but they were going to be peeing through their bikinis anyway. Plus, bikinis are made to get wet, so what's the big deal? At least, that's what they like to tell themselves. Deep down, they know they had an accident, but they're too busy enjoying the warmth of their pee cascading down their legs as it fights against the cold lapping around their lower extremities. They usually don't even bother to splash some water on themselves after, preferring the warmth of their pee to the cold of the water. Now, you may be wondering about the women who decided to give up on peeing in the water in favor of finding a nearby toilet. Surely they make it safely, right? Well, not quite... You see, since they spend all summer peeing in the water at the drop of a hat, they never really pay attention to where the public bathrooms are - and they certainly don't make sure to lay their towels down anywhere near the smelly things. So, after they feel the freezing cold water and turn to find a toilet, they're in a bit of a panic. They're desperate due to waiting until the last minute, and they're not quite sure which direction to head. Any moment of indecisiveness could cost them, so most pick a direction and start speed walking (running would look too desperate). The few who do succumb to indecisiveness don't make it very far. Weighing their options usually results in them losing focus on what really matters: holding in their pee. Before they so much as take a few steps, their bikinis are soaked and their legs are streaked with wetness. Too embarrassed to meet the eyes of anyone else on the beach, they finish their wees while looking down at themselves in shame. The decisive ones don't fare much better, however. Not having any idea where a toilet is means they keep walking and walking and walking. Oddly enough, these girls don't always lose control - most of the time, they give up. Frustrated with their inability to find a toilet as their bladders scream for release, most just say "Fuck it" and squat down wherever they are. They don't dare to move their bikinis to the side, not at a public beach where anyone may be walking by. So, they soak themselves, often getting their butts nice and wet. But they keep their legs mostly dry; if their swimsuit is the right color, people may not even notice they've wet themselves. Now, a few of these decisive women do get lucky and spot a restroom fairly quickly. But they run into another problem: You know that phenomenon where it gets harder to hold your pee the closer you get to the toilet? They get that - bad. They keep their eyes on the prize, but their need becomes so great that they're often leaking by the time they get to the door of the restroom. If they're lucky enough to find an open stall, they do get to use the toilet... with one caveat: Since they were already leaking, they don't bother stopping to try and remove their swimsuits. Instead, they get to finally relax on the toilet as they feel warmth rapidly spreading across their crotch and butt. You'd think people would learn from their mistakes, and perhaps some do. But summers full of beach trips where they successfully pee in the lake or ocean helps them forget the dangers of spring. So if you want to see something wonderful this coming spring, and you're lucky enough to live within driving distance to a body of water, consider heading to the beach on a sunny day.
  7. I write original fiction. Though I've had ideas for fan fiction or fiction based on real people, the vast majority of my ideas are original fiction. Right now, and for the last year or two, I've struggled to really write, so I don't have any specific websites I write for at the moment. Tumblr used to me my main place, but my account got terminated recently. I have a Patreon, but I have not updated it in some time. As for the types of stories I write, I'd say I write wetting, messing, and diaper stories that almost always have some sort of intentional aspect to them. I'm not into desperation that much. I prefer stories and situations where the characters make the conscious decision to wet/mess themselves or to try on a diaper. Usually, this means placing these characters in situations where letting go intentionally makes sense. Either they know they are going to have an accident, so they want to have it on their terms. Maybe they're encouraged to go in their pants for some reason. Perhaps they are in a situation where unfavorable circumstances almost force them to do so, but they still make the decision to do it. Sometimes they want to do it intentionally, for some reason or another. Or there's just some form of laziness that gets it to happen. I guess my stories/ideas do sometimes involve actual accidents, though. But usually only as a way to lead to intentional situations. I have a ton of ideas written down that I'll have to get around to writing at some point. I think some people would really enjoy them - or at least I hope so.
  8. To me, that looks like the base of a dildo. It's circular, isn't it?
  9. Thank you for posting this! I've wanted to see Patches 56 for years.
  10. That was another great chapter! Your description of Shayla trying to makenit to the toilet at dinner was fantastic. I also loved the dream sequence and the naughty trick May and Shayla played on Emily. I feel like Emily had it coming, though. I have a feeling May will wake up wet again. But it seems like Shayla is due for a dry night. Curious to see what happens. I'm also curious to see how Fern does. The rainbows on the chart means she had some leaks during the scavenger hunt, right? Did I miss that or is it just not stated? I wonder if she'll have any full accidents. Thanks again for continuing to write chapters for this story. It's the best story I've read in a while and I can't get enough.
  11. Ooh, another great chapter. I really loved May's weak excuses for Fern and the way Fern checked Shayla's diaper. Love the little bit of a cliffhanger there. Curious to see what happens at the picnic table, especially with Shayla's diaper sticking out of her waistband.
  12. Great chapter! I'm very interested to see if this church comes up again later on. You did a great job with making this spooky/creepy, by the way. The way you described the writing, in particular. Excited to see what happens at the end of this scavenger hunt!
  13. I'm glad you're getting back into writing this story! It feels good to be reading these chapters again :). Great chapter, by the way. I love that Shayla admitted she was tempted to wet herself. With how casual May is about it, I feel like Shayla's temptation will win out at some point and she'll try out wetting herself intentionally. Very excited to see what's in store - and not just for more accidents. This scavenger hunt and the story as a whole has me interested in the characters. It all makes for a very enjoyable read. Speaking of the other characters, I wonder if anyone else has had an accident during this scavenger hunt? And with Shayla dribbling a bunch and May outright wetting herself, I wonder if either will be discovered.
  14. Loved this chapter! I really hope you'll continue this story - it's the best one I've read in a long while. It really seems like May has dropped all pretense and is openly sharing her fetish with Shayla. I'm curious to see how Shayla responds. She seems jealous of May's nonchalance and seems tempted to wet herself at the end there. I wonder what she will do.
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