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  1. I had a bad accident in elementary school. I was in 2nd grade. I was 8 years old. I was wearing a pair of hot pink pants and a purple top. I was outside at recess with a small group of friends I played with everyday. All girls. We were playing jump rope. As soon as we started I noticed that I had to pee bad. I didn’t want to ask to go though because we only got so much time for recess and I’d much rather play instead. I thought I could wait and then ask to go on the way in. I was okay when I was the one jumping or even if I was the one waiting to be the next to jump because I could pretend I was practicing my jump moves. Moving around helped me hold it in. Eventually though I was asked to turn the rope. I started turning it for about 20 seconds, but all of a sudden I felt like I was going to pee my pants. I stopped turning and grabbed my crotch hard bending my legs and pressing them together around my hand. My friend Becca called out, “Lily, you need to pee bad don’t you?” I looked at her, blushed and said I was going to do it in my pants. She told me don’t do it in your pants, run to the teacher to let you go inside to pee. I nodded and started to walk in the direction of the teacher, but it was too late. My pee was coming out. I grabbed my crotch, but I couldn’t stop it. I was peeing on my hand. I started to cry, crouched down onto the pavement and peed my panties and shorts on the ground. My friends were watching me do it. I’d never been so embarrassed. I had to pee so much but I’d waited too long and couldnt stop it even still. Other kids around the playground were stopping to stare or come closer to watch me pee my pants. Finally l was done and a teacher led me away to the restrooms to clean up. I was given a spare change of clothes to wear for the rest of the day. When I got back to class two of my friends who saw my accident kept whispering and giggling about me. I was so ashamed. My friend Becca whispered to me later before going home that she still has pee accidents but don’t ever tell anyone else. As we aged I got to see some of them. I think I’ll share those later.
  2. One time when I was 9 years old, my friend and I were playing outside on her deck with Barbie Dolls. My friend’s name was Susanna. We’d been neighborhood friends since her family moved there four years ago. She was the same age as me. She was wearing white jean shorts and a light purple and white striped top. I began noticing that she was squirming around quite a lot the longer we played. We’d been drinking a lot of soda earlier and I could tell she had to pee bad. She was sitting Indian style on the deck and was rocking from side to side quite a bit. At one point, she raised her whole body up and jammed her left heel into her crotch and began rocking on it. It was quite obvious that she has to pee very bad, but for some reason she didn’t want to say anything or stop playing. I continued to watch her intrigued. We kept playing with our dolls and Susanna kept doing an obvious pee dance while sitting on the deck. All of sudden, I heard her suck in air. I looked up and she had grabbed her crotch with her right hand and was wiggling. She saw me staring at her and blushed. She said, “I need to go pee real bad. I’ll be right back. I need to go right now ooooh.” She held her crotch hard as she said this. She stood up awkwardly trying to hold her pee in as she did. As soon as she was standing straight she grabbed her crotch with both her hands and danced from side to side. She took a step to the right and immediately stomped her left foot in place as she moaned piteously. She squeezed her thighs and legs together super tightly and bent her knees just slightly. For what seemed like about 10 full seconds she stood there frozen with a look of pure terror on her face. Then it finally happened. She began to pee. She stood and looked down at her shorts turning dark around the crotch, down her thighs, and watched the streams of pee speed down her legs and into her socks and shoes. She peed for a long time, creating a puddle the side of a very large rain puddle. I had to quickly move some of the Barbies out of the way because her puddle was expanding towards them. Finally she was done. She looked me in the eye and blushed bright red. She apologized and told me that she had to pee for a long time but was putting it off since we were having so much fun. Finally it was too much for her and just when she knew she had to find a toilet to go pee in or else, she lost control and it was coming out without her being able to stop it.
  3. I'm finally back to recollect another memory! I want to hear other people's stories about watching a friend have a pee accident too because I'm really interested in that topic! Anyway...Here it goes. This story is short, but hopefully to the point. The summer I was 10 years old, I went to visit the state Fair with one of my closest friends at the time. Her name was Mallory. She was average build with auburn hair and green eyes. She was wearing light pink shorts and a light pink and white striped shirt the day we went. I was wearing red shorts and a white tank top. We were both really excited because we both couldn't wait to ride all the rides that day at the Fair. We planned on spending the whole day doing this. My parents took us to the fair, but they went off to look at exhibits and left us to our own devices checking on us about every 45 minutes or so to make sure we were okay. We were both mature for our age and could be trusted to look after ourselves without getting into trouble (looking back, not sure I would be so trusting with strangers when it came to kids our age, but my parents were a little naive and it was a different era, I suppose). We got to the fair when they opened around 10am and Mallory and I proceeded to get our wrist bands to ride the rides and got into a line for a ride right away. It was very hot that day. It was August in Ohio and as the day wore on, the temperature reached the mid to high 80s. Because of the heat and all the running around Mallory and I did from ride to ride in the Midway section, we got thirsty quite a lot. My parents had given me spending money to use on drinks. One of the best things about the fair is the fresh lemonade they always sell there and Mallory agreed with me. We drank cup after cup as the hours when on. Not surprisingly, as the day wore on, I began to feel the need to pee. I put off the urge though because I was having too much fun on the rides. At this point, I wasn't sure if Mallory had to pee herself, but I assumed she must because I had to and we were drinking a lot of lemonade. I knew I should say something to her so that we could take a break and go to the restrooms, but the restrooms were located outside the Midway section of the fair and I wasn't feeling up to leaving the rides and walking a long way when I figured I would still be okay for awhile holding it. We rode some more rides and my need to pee was increasing. My wonder regarding Mallory was soon answered when during one of our times waiting in line to ride the Ferris Wheel, she pressed her hand really fast on her crotch and held it for a second or two. She didn't say anything about needing to go though and I didn't want to embarrass her so I didn't say anything myself. I did notice though as we go closer in line that she would periodically cross her legs pretty tight. We continued to ride the rides, and Mallory and I both continued to hold our bladders. We got off one ride and were starting to walk to another when I noticed that Mallory was no longer walking beside me. I looked back behind my shoulder and she was stopped with her legs crossed very tightly and a scared look on her face. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I have to pee real bad. I've had to go for awhile, but didn't say anything because I thought I could hold it and now I have to go so bad." I told her that I really needed to go too. We agreed that we needed to take a break and go to the restroom before our needs got worse and one of us had a potential accident. We started to walk towards the exit of the Midway and while doing so, Mallory kept saying how badly she needed to go and holding her crotch off and on. We exited the Midway and were getting close to the building that held the restrooms when Mallory stopped in her tracks and sat down really fast on the grass. She was sitting up on her knees with her legs partially spread apart and she was rocking back and forth really fast and sucking in air. All of a sudden, she looked up at me wide eyed and said in a partially shocked/partially on the verge of tears voice, "Lily, I'm peeing my pants." I looked down at her lap and I could see a dark spot growing in her crotch area and spreading out down her legs. Mallory looked down too and was watching it happen. When she was done, she started to cry and begged me not to tell anyone at school. She was really embarrassed and also asked me to hurry up and find my parents so we could go home. I told her first that I needed to pee myself and I was very close to having an accident like her. The whole time she was peeing, I had my legs crossed and could almost feel the pee pumping to get out of me because I had to go so bad. I left Mallory sitting on the grass while I clumsily finished the short walk to the restroom building. When I got inside, I had one other person in front of me waiting to get into a stall. I stood behind them in line and held my crotch, wiggled around and scissored my legs. I didn't care if strangers saw that I was desperate by this point because I knew it would be more embarrassing to have a pee accident. Finally it was my turn to enter the stall, I went inside, shut the door and tried to unbutton my shorts. As I was unbuttoning them and unzipping the zipper, I spurted a few times in my panties and shorts. I spurted enough to have a softball size wet spot in my crotch. Before I could pee uncontrollably anymore in my panties and shorts, I got my shorts down and finished in the toilet. I peed for a long time. When I was done peeing, I went back out to where Mallory was still sitting in the grass. She was still noticeably upset with tears in her eyes. I told her I had a little bit of an accident too and showed her my wet spot to make her feel better. It didn't cheer her up much though because I could hide my wet spot pretty easily when walking by keeping my legs tightly together, while it was very obvious that she peed in her pants. Eventually we found my parents and they were annoyed but over all understanding and we left the Fair to go home and get cleaned up and change. ================================================================================== I have some other similar stories to tell where my friend(s) or I waited too and peed our pants because we didn't want to stop playing. I will keep sharing, if people are still interested. Please tell me your most loved memory of watching a friend pee their pants!!
  4. I know this was at least one of the last before hitting my teens -- I was 11 years old. In 6th grade. My friend and I were at the park goofing off killing time after school before going home and all of a sudden it hit me as I was running away from my friend who was throwing fall leaves at me: I've got to pee bad. I crouched down and squatted in sudden desperation. I sat like that for a while scissoring my legs. My friend ran up to me and asked me if I had to pee and before I could answer my pee started coming out. I looked up at my friend with tears in my eyes and said I was sorry that I had to go really bad all of a sudden and I couldn't help it. We both watched me finish. I kept peeing and peeing. I had to go so bad. You could hear a loud hiss sound as my pee came out. Then when I was done, we started to leave the park to walk home. I was wearing light pink pants and white cotton panties. I had on a black sweater. I was pretty embarrassed but my friend told me that sometimes she has accidents still too, but not to tell anyone.
  5. It has been awhile since I've written anything. Crazy how time gets away from you. My previous stories and comments have been related to when I was younger and trying to understand how I developed having a thing for this type of behavior. Next I want to tell you a more recent story that happened to my ex-girlfriend. A few years back my ex-girlfriend and I went to a park to walk the trails. We had only been dating about a month at this point. It was a metro park that we visited. It has several trails to walk, but we picked the longest one. Both of us really enjoy walking and it's even more fun when you have company to talk to. The whole trail we chose goes into a big loop. I can't remember how long it was distance wise, but I do remember it took about 2.5 hours to complete. I should mention that prior to going to the park we had breakfast at a local restaurant and I watched my ex drink about four cups of coffee and some water. I visited the restroom to pee before we left to head to the park, but for whatever reason she didn't. She always seemed a little embarrassed to admit that she had to go when she was with me. Anyway, about 20 minutes into our walk I noticed that she'd gotten very quiet. Normally she's very talkative, but today she was giving one word answers to my questions and not contributing to the conversation on her own. By the way, my ex's name is Suzanne. She's a little older than me. This happened when she was in her mid 30s and I was in my mid 20s. She's got long dark brown hair, slender, very pretty. She was wearing tan shorts and a dark purple tank top. After a while of silenced awkwardness I asked her if she was okay. She replied that she was, but just a little tired. I took this at face value and we carried on. However, about another 15 minutes passed of us walking when all of a sudden she stopped suddenly and crossed her legs. I stopped and looked back at her. She wouldn't look me in the eye at first. She was looking down, off to the side on the right. She stood there for a few seconds with her legs crossed and then finally looked up at me and blushed heavily. It was honestly one of the cutest things I ever saw. I boldly asked, "You need to pee, don't you?" In which she replied barely audibly and full of embarrassment, "Yes, very badly." As soon as she did this she grabbed her crotch and squatted down. She stayed like that squatted down and holding herself, kind of bouncing up and down and rocking side to side all while sucking in air with her teeth. I looked at her and had two emotions go through me. First, I felt really badly for her because she was obviously super embarrassed, but at the same time I was turned on. I looked at her sympathetically and held out my arm to her and told her to hurry up and come on. I told her that maybe if we walked fast it wouldn't be so bad and she'd make it to a toilet soon enough. She nodded, gave her crotch another squeeze, stood up and we continued to walk. I kept my right arm around her shoulder while we walked and she leaned into me. While walking she kept telling me over and over how sorry she was and how embarrassed she was for me to see her this way. I told her it was okay and that everyone has to pee and that I myself have been in situations where I had to go very badly and/or had to go so badly that I ended up having peeing my pants. She seemed both shocked and intrigued by this response. I asked her why she didn't pee at the restaurant and she stated it was because all the liquid she drank crept up on her and she didn't realize she had to go until we were on the way to the park and thought she'd be able to make it through the trail and then could sneak off to the park restrooms from there. After a little bit of talking she stopped abruptly again and grabbed her crotch. I took my arm from around her shoulder and watched her do the most adorable pee dance I've ever seen. Her face was bright red and she was moving forward and backward and side to side with her hand buried in her crotch. She then suddenly spotted a bench along the trail and ran over to it, sat down and been wiggling back and forth furiously. I watched her put both hands on her crotch and hold. She looked into my eyes and said, "I'm so embarrassed, but I'm about to pee my pants. I can't help it." I asked her if she wanted to go into the woods and pull her pants down and pee there. We really hadn't passed that many people so it seemed like a valid option to me. I could tell she was contemplating it as she wiggled back and forth with what looked to be tears starting in her eyes. She gave me a meek, "okay." I watched her stand up. Suddenly she went rigid and she squatted down and started to cry. I was confused for a second but then I heard a strong hissing sound and watched her tan shorts turn dark brown around the crotch and legs. Around the time I figured out that she was peeing her pants, Suzanne started visibly crying. She looked up at me and said, "I can't stop it. I'm trying, but I can't stop. Oh no. I'm peeing my pants bad." The hissing and stream went on for what felt like a very long time. The puddle around her on the dirt was huge by the time she was finished. Finally she was done and she stood up. At first she was just standing there looking down at her wet shorts, sort of shaking from what I think was shock and embarrassment. I felt bad for her so I opened my arms and told her to come here. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I told her it was okay and that it was an accident and accidents happen. She asked me if I thought she was gross now and I told her, of course I didn't. That seemed to make her calm down. She admitted that sometimes she has to pee suddenly and pees her pants and she can't help it. She told me she's had that problem her whole life. We continued our walk. Luckily I had a jacket on me that we tied around her waist to hide her accident. It is still one of the most adorable experiences I've ever had. There were other incidents with her that happened after this one that I'll probably end up telling here too if there is any interest.
  6. Lily1985

    female Young wetting stories

    Hi Everyone! I'm Lily. I'm a 29 year old female who is into omorashi...obviously. I'm 5'7". Approximately 132lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Today I'm going to tell you about my favorite early omorashi childhood memory. I have A LOT of memories in addition to this one. Some memories are about myself and others are about friends I had growing up. I even have memories during my 20s that I could eventually share. I'm going to start with my favorite, but that doesn't mean the other memories aren't great either! Please reply to this post and share your favorite early memory too! In fact, here's the deal: the more replies I get of people telling me their own memories, the more updates I will add to this post telling additional memories I have. Okay here we go with the first one. This story is 100% true. I tired to recall the dialogue as best as I could. During my elementary school years, I had a best friend. Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Practically everyday after school, I would go over to Charlotte's house to play. Her house was literally right around the corner from our elementary school, whereas, my house was a good 6 blocks. Also, my mother worked full time when I was a child and she wouldn't get off work until around 5pm and school ended for us around 3:00pm. Because of my mother's work hours, Charlotte's mother agreed to watch me after school until my mother could pick me up. On the day of this particular memory in question, our class at school had a Halloween party. We were in the 2nd grade and both Charlotte and I were 7 years old. Our school parties were also at the end of the day. We'd do our school work until the last couple of hours of the school day and then the remainder of the day would be devoted to eating sugary snacks, listening to music and drinking a ton of liquids (party). It seemed that every party was catered with the same beverage: gallon jugs of sugary orange drink. Thinking back on it, I can recall the sickeningly sweet fake orange taste, but at the time, I loved it and I would drink cups and cups of the stuff during any chance I got. Keep in mind, Charlotte was my best friend, so during the party we naturally were inseparable and during the course of the party hours, I got an eye witness account of her downing about 6-7 cups of the orange drink. Since it was a Halloween party, we were both dressed in costumes. I was a black cat that year; which meant I was wearing black stretch pants and a tight black top (along with a headband with ears and face paint). Charlotte was an angel. She was wearing a cream colored gown with a homemade halo made of wire and Christmas garland. Underneath her gown, her mother made her wear a pair of pink leggings in case her gown flew up as she was playing and running around. She was also wearing a matching pink top to match the leggings. I remember during the party Charlotte kept complaining that her costume was hot. Looking back, I think that's one of the reasons she drank so much of the orange drink. Right before our school party ended and it was time to go home, I told Charlotte I was going to ask the teacher if I could run across the hallway to the restroom to go pee because I had to go pretty bad from drinking so much myself. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to come with me, but she said no. She was engrossed in running around and playing with our other friends, eating candy, and dancing to the silly Halloween music like, "Monster Mash". She told me she had to pee a little, but would wait until she got home and she'd be okay because her house was so close. I said, "fine" and got permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, peed, and came back to our classroom all right away. By the time I got back to the classroom, the parents were arriving to pick their children up to go home. Charlotte's mother was among them. Charlotte's mother told us to gather our things so that we could leave. Charlotte and I walked over to our desks to gather up all our candy and party favors and I saw that Charlotte was holding her crotch. I asked her about it and she said, "I need to go pee pretty bad now, but I don't feel like going now. I can wait til we get home." I said, "okay." We then finished gathering our things and we left shortly after with Charlotte's mother. During the short walk to her house, Charlotte seemed really animated. She stopped a couple of times to do a little dance and one time when her mother wasn't paying attention (walking in front of us), Charlotte stopped for a second and grabbed her crotch really tight. I asked her if she was okay and she said, "My pee feels like it's about to come out. I need to pee pee so bad now." I just replied that we are almost home and she could make it to the bathroom. When we got to her house and inside her door, Charlotte immediately removed her costume claiming once again that she was hot. She threw her costume down on the floor in the foyer. This left her wearing her pink leggings and pink top only. Right after she took her costume off, she proceeded toward the bathroom on the 1st floor. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her mother called out, "Charlotte, come into the kitchen and look what I bought for you." Charlotte stopped midway in her tracks and ran into the kitchen instead. I followed her. When we arrived into the kitchen, we saw that what her mother wanted to show her was a new dress she'd bought for Charlotte that day. She told us the dress was what she wanted Charlotte to wear to an upcoming party their family was going to for one of their family friends. She told us to take the dress up to Charlotte's room and place it on the dresser and she would be up in a little while to have Charlotte try it on. The whole time we were in the kitchen, Charlotte couldn't keep still very well. She kept jumping up and down and doing little dance moves. She refrained from holding her crotch though. My assumption is she didn't want her mother to know how bad she had to pee because her mother would have scolded her for not using the restroom before leaving school. Her mother made no comment on Charlotte's movements. I guess she assumed she was hyperactive from all the sugar at the Halloween party. After leaving the kitchen, Charlotte and I immediately started to head up to her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, Charlotte dropped to her knees dramatically, made the sound of sucking air with her teeth and started to whimper. I was ahead of her on the stairs. I heard the thud of her dropping to her knees and the sounds she was making and stopped to look back at her. She looked up at me wide eyed and said in a shocked voice, "I peed a little bit." I replied shocked as well, "You peed your pants?" She said back hesitantly, "Not really. Just peed a tiny bit in my panties. My leggings don't feel wet." I told her that she better get up and get to the bathroom before she peed more. Her comeback was, "Hold on a sec, Lily. I just need to sit here a minute and hold myself." I then watched her proceed to position her leg so that she was sitting down hard on her ankle. She sat on her ankle and rocked back and forth, sucking in air the whole time. She did this for a good while and then all of a sudden she took both her hands and grabbed onto her crotch and held on for what felt like a whole 30 seconds. The whole time she was sitting there rocking and holding her crotch she was looking down at herself holding herself. She was also making little whimpering noises here and there. Then finally she said, "Okay. I'm better now." Charlotte raised herself from the stairs and continued to climb up to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor she grabbed herself again really tight and said almost panicky, "Come on, let's hurry up and put this dress in my room." We walked into her bedroom and she frantically threw the dress on top of her dresser. Immediately after that, she stood up straight and got really ridged and grabbed her crotch again very tight. She then crossed her legs and did a sort of dance where she was walking backward clumsily and called out to me in a voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying, "I'm going to pee pee in my pants. Lily, I'm going to pee my pants. I can't hold it anymore. I have to pee too bad. Lily, what am I going to do? I'm going to have an accident." I thought for sure she was going to pee her pants right there on the spot, but she gained control after a minute. She kept standing there though holding her crotch. She seemed unable to move for awhile. Finally, she started to walk toward the bathroom with her hand in her crotch. She walked a few paces and then stopped. She crouched down, sucking in some more air. She stood back up, walked some more, and stopped again. She looked at me pleadingly and said, "I don't think I can make it to the potty, Lily. My pee is starting to come out again." I replied with, "Maybe if you run, you can still make it." She looked at me and said, "Okay." Charlotte ran out of her room while holding her crotch. I followed her as she ran to the 2nd floor bathroom. I walked out of her bedroom and halfway down the hall toward the bathroom myself. I saw Charlotte run into the bathroom and collapse on the bathroom floor. She did not close the door because she was in such a hurry. She was sitting on the bathroom floor on her knees with her legs sprawled out behind her. She was wiggling furiously and whimpering as she was wiggling. Then all of a sudden, Charlotte got extremely still and I heard a faint hissing sound and the sound of her start to cry. I yelled out to her and asked her what was wrong and between sniffling she called back, "I'm peeing in my pants and I can't stop." And she couldn't stop indeed. The hissing was so loud and so strong and the puddle was growing so big that I was standing there in silent awe watching it happen. Charlotte continued to pee and pee. She didn't say anything more, but looked down at her lap watching herself flood her leggings. Finally she was done. She stood up and her pink leggings were soaked in the back and the front. There was also the biggest puddle I'd ever seen on the bathroom floor. Her face was also bright red and tear streaked. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I had to pee so bad and it just came out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." I just shrugged. Soon after that, she changed and we told her mother what happened. Her mother was understanding because well...accidents happen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. Now let's hear your memories!
  7. Lily1985

    Cassie and David: The Cousin

    If you have any more of these stories, keep posting!
  8. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    I started a new thread recalling my memories. Please refer to it and keep sharing your own stories too! I love hearing them.
  9. Mine has always been soda or juice. I'm not sure why, but I feel like soda and juice are more gradual in making me have to go and I like that. That gradual feeling could all be in my head though. I always feel like coffee and water go through me too quick...and alcohol definitely does that. Maybe I'm just crazy though. I'm just curious if anyone else has a preference?
  10. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Hi Everyone! I am so so so so so sorry! I am going to post another story soon! I have been so busy with the holidays, work, and traveling...but, remember that good things come to those who wait!
  11. It's interesting reading all your replies. I always like to know what other people prefer...
  12. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    I've had a long and busy weekend due to social obligations from the Thanksgiving holiday spilling into the weekend. I do plan on posting another memory sometime this coming week though...unless you are sick of me by now. Please, if you have any memories of your own, post them. I love hearing from you all! Don't be shy. All memories are of value and would be appreciated.
  13. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Thanks, wettingman! If people continue to show interest, I will post the rest of my stories!
  14. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Sorry I've been MIA for a bit. My intention was to provide you with another one of my memories last weekend, but I got busy. I've been traveling for work, etc. BUT...I haven't forgotten about you! For my next few posts, I'm going to focus on my own accidents growing up...and then I will return back to the handful of others I saw that happened to friends of mine. To make up for leaving you hanging last week, I will tell you a couple stories this time. Going forward in my stories about myself, I will try to recollect in order (skipping the ones that happened before age 4 because I've always felt like those don't really count anyway). =================================================== The earliest accident I remember having after being fully toilet trained happened to me around the age of 4 years old. I grew up in an old Victorian house built around 1890. Because our house was so old, it was drafty and cold through the winter. I grew up in the Midwest (USA) and our winters got fairly cold with quite a bit of snow and temperature dropping. We didn't have any carpeting in our house at all. Instead, our home's floors were all hardwood and we put big area rugs in some of the rooms. My own personal bedroom was no exception. Around this age, my father was still in graduate school working on getting his Doctorate. He would have to get up early each weekday morning around 4:30 am to get ready to go to an early part time job he took before his classes began for the day. During this time in my life, my father wasn't home much during the week because he had jobs, he had classes throughout the day that he both attended and taught and studying/working on his dissertation in the evening. The reason I bring this up about my father is because it's important to the story to know that on Monday through Friday he would always be occupying the one bathroom on our 2nd floor from around 4:30am to 5:30am. I remember on this particular morning waking up around this time because I had to pee really badly. At this age, I didn't know how to tell the time, but it had to have been somewhere around the middle of his hour of getting ready given the length of time this situation seemed to unfold. Now around this age I usually would always wake up once during the night having to pee (I didn't start having a problem with wetting the bed until I was older), however, I always seemed to wake up each night between 2:00am and 3:00 am. I would get up, quickly go down the hallway to the toilet, pee, and then go back to sleep until morning. For whatever reason, I slept longer this night before being jarred awake by my bladder. I'm not sure if I was just in a deeper sleep this time or I didn't drink as much the night before. I can still remember though how on this day I woke up feeling like if I didn't get to a bathroom right away, I'd have an accident and pee in my pajamas. I remember that I was having a dream right before I woke up that I had to pee really badly and I was trying to find a bathroom. I remember in my dream, I did find a toilet and I got up on the toilet and was trying to pee, but nothing would come out. All of a sudden, I woke up with my hand in my crotch and immediately realized that I was close to flooding the bed. I was wearing light pink cotton pajama bottoms with darker pink piping and a matching light pink cotton long sleeve button down top with the same piping. I remember thinking in my head, "Uh oh. I need to go pee pee so bad. I'm about to have an accident." I carefully and slowly got out of my bed and as soon as I stood up, I felt the pee trying to rush out of me. I crossed my legs quickly and immediately put my hand in my crotch and squeezed tightly. I stood like that right next to my bed for about 20 seconds trying to gain control. I was really afraid I was going to pee in my pajamas right then. Somehow I managed to gain control and was able to move. I started walking really fast towards my bedroom door. The whole time I walked though, I had to keep my hand tightly holding my crotch to keep from peeing myself. I managed to open my bedroom door and start walking down the hallway towards the bathroom on the 2nd floor. While walking, I took very small steps with my legs close together to help me hold my pee in. I was more shuffling down the hallway than actually walking. I finally got to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway and I noticed that the door was closed and I could see under the crack of the bottom door that the light was on. In my 4 year old mind, I was confused for a moment because normally when I got up to pee in the middle of the night, no one would be in there and the door would be open. I knocked on the door. My Dad called back asking who it was. I quickly yelled out, "It's Lily. I need to go potty." My Dad replied that he would be done in a few minutes and that he was getting ready for work. For whatever reason, I was hesitant to tell him how badly I needed to pee and that I was actually on the verge of having an accident right in front of the bathroom door. I just told him, "Okay" and accepted that I would have to wait. Now we did have other bathrooms in our house. In fact, we had one on the first floor and another on the 3rd floor, however, being only 4 years old, I was scared to travel up or down to a different floor in the dark. My parents always put a nightlight on the 2nd floor where our bedrooms were so I wouldn't be scared to get up in the middle of the night if I needed the bathroom. The other floors were pitch black until sunrise. I fleetingly thought about running downstairs to the toilet downstairs to go pee, but I was just too afraid. At that age, I still believed that monsters were waiting in the dark to grab me. Instead, I shuffled back to my bedroom taking the same fast, leg locked, quick steps while holding my crotch knowing that I would have to wait in my bedroom and try to hold my pee there until my Dad was finished in the bathroom. When I got back to my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed still holding myself, bounced up and down, rocked from side to side, and did every other movement I knew to keep my pee from coming out. I didn't want to pee my pants because it was embarrassing and I was afraid of getting in trouble. It felt like I was sitting on the edge of my bed for a long time, but it was probably only a couple of minutes in real time. All of a sudden, I got a really bad spasm and I almost peed. I slid my body off the bed and collapsed onto the hardwood floor. I first sat Indian style and rocked, then I tried sitting up on my knees and swayed side to side. I tried sitting on my heel as well to hold my pee better. Periodically I would have to grab my crotch either with one hand or two while switching positions or rocking. I felt another spasm in my bladder and stood up really fast to keep from peeing again. I walked around my room in circles really fast whimpering and moaning while holding myself. For a few moments, standing made it feel like it was easier to hold, but after a short while, I felt myself starting to lose control once again, so I sank back down to the floor to rock. I distinctly remember at this point being up on my knees rocking from side to side holding myself. At the same time, I was looking down at my hand holding my crotch, staring into my lap. Then suddenly I knew what was about to happen. I was going to pee in my pajamas and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to go too badly. I felt my pee starting to come out and soon I felt the crotch of my pajamas starting to get wetter and wetter. I then felt my hand get wet and hot. I removed my hand because I knew all hope was lost. I spread my knees out from side to side further and peed furiously and desperately into my pink pajama pants. The fabric of my pants got dark around my crotch and thigh area. I stared down into my lap and watched it happen. I was going pee in my pants and I couldn't stop it. Because I was on hardwood floors the sound of my pee coming out seemed very loud and I could hear it hissing as it poured out of me. I remember actually being scared that my parents could hear me peeing my pants on the hardwood floor because it was so loud. No one noticed and soon I was surrounded by a big wet puddle. Right after I was done going in my pants, I knew I needed to try to cover it up. I got up and went to my dresser and found some new pajama pants to put on. I stuffed my wet pajama bottoms and panties under my bed to hide them. I then went over to the rug in the middle of my bedroom and dragged it over to my pee puddle and covered it up. Looking back, I realize how conspicuous this looked...immediately after I was done doing this, my Dad came to my door and knocked while opening the door at the same time. He told me he was now done in the bathroom. I remember telling him that I no longer needed to pee anymore. I don't know if my Dad was still just really tired or what, but he didn't manage to read between the lines of what I was actually saying and he just replied back, "Okay then." and closed my bedroom door and walked away. I went back to bed and fell asleep and wasn't discovered until morning when my Mom came in my room and found my wet pajama bottoms stuffed under my bed. Then I had to tell her what happened. Surprisingly, she wasn't mad. ======================================================================================= Next, I want to tell you about how I became a bedwetter. Unlike most children, I didn't wet the bed when I was really little. In fact, I really have no memories of wetting the bed at all before the age of 7 years old. However, starting at age 7, I wet the bed quite frequently for the next 3 and a half years. What started my bedwetting was my Great Aunt dying. It had nothing to do with her actual death. She was old and I wasn't close to her at all. I maybe met her 2-3 times on holidays. In spite of this, my mother was close to her while she was growing up and because of this, she inherited a lot of her belongings when she died. One of the things she inherited was her antique doll collection, including an antique dollhouse. Being my mother's only child and by default, her only daughter, the doll house and doll collection was placed in my room for me to enjoy. My mother put the dollhouse in one of the corners of my bedroom and I liked it during the day, but when the lights were out at night, the shape and shadow that the dollhouse cast on the adjacent wall resembled in my mind a huge scary looking monstrous creature. At the age of 7 years old, I didn't realize that it was the dollhouse casting a shadow on the wall. I actually thought a monster started coming into my bedroom during the night (stupid looking back, but I had a big imagination at that age). The very night that dollhouse was put into my bedroom was the first time I ever remember peeing the bed. From that moment on though, I would pee the bed frequently until I was almost 11 years old. My parents never realized the correlation between the dollhouse and the onset of my bedwetting until I was in my teens and I finally told my mother what actually happened. For some reason, during the actual time it was happening, I was convinced that I couldn't tell my parents about the shadow monster that came to my room at night because if I did, he would "get me." Because of this, I never said a word to them at the time and suffered in secret. Like I said in my previous story, nightly I would always have to get up in the middle of the night to go pee. My bladder simply was not big enough to make it until morning. I would not be able to sleep fully though the night without peeing for a couple of years. The first night that dollhouse was in my room, I woke up around 2-3:00 am needing to go pee. It wasn't too bad right away, but I definitely knew I had to go and knew that was what woke me up from my sleep. I wanted to get up and go down the hallway to the bathroom, but I saw that monstrous shadow staring at me across the room. I was really afraid. I knew it would get me if I stepped one foot out of my bed. I saw it staring at me across the room beckoning me to get out of bed so it could eat me. In fact, I was so afraid that I wouldn't even let a toe be exposed from under my blankets, thinking that if any skin showed, it would be able to grab and eat me. I lay in bed instead staring at that shadowy monster feeling my bladder fill and fill as time went on. Eventually it got to the point that I had to pee so bad that I had to hold myself to keep from having an accident. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I continued to lay there for what felt like hours holding myself and swaying back and forth under the covers to hold my pee in. I prayed that I would be able to hold on until morning because I didn't want to have an accident. However, deep down I knew there was no way I'd be able to make it to morning and I knew eventually I was going to pee myself in bed. Even knowing an accident was inevitable did not give me the courage to run to the bathroom. My fear of the shadow was so great, that it trumped any embarrassment or fear of peeing in my pants. I held my pee as long as I could, but after awhile, I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to pee too badly. I removed my hand from my crotch, spread my legs slightly out, placed my arms on either side of me and peed through my baby blue colored pajama pants in bed. I could feel the pee soaking around me up to the middle of my back. I peed and peed until I was completely empty. When I was done peeing, both my pajamas and my sheets were soaked. I closed my eyes tightly blocking out the shadow monster crying to myself because of my accident. After awhile, I fell back asleep. When morning came, I woke up on cold wet sheets. I was freezing. I got up, walked out of my bedroom, went downstairs into the living room and went up to my mother. She looked at me and saw that I was wet. She asked what happened. I told her sheepishly that I peed the bed. I remember her response back to me was that it was unlike me, but she shrugged it off and got me changed. From that incident on, that pattern repeated nightly for awhile. I would wake up in the middle of the night needing to go pee, I would look over in the corner of my bedroom and stare at the "Shadow monster," while gradually getting more and more desperate laying in bed. I would always hold myself as long as I could, and then eventually I wouldn't be able to anymore. I would give up, let my body become still and pee forcefully into my pajamas while laying under the covers in bed. Luckily my parents remained understanding and accepted the fact that I was obviously going through a bedwetting phase. They tried to limit my drinking at night more, but it didn't seem to help. Every morning without fail, I would wake up in soaking wet pajamas and sheets and my mother would change them and we'd go about our day. I can't remember how long it took exactly, but it wasn't long before I stopped waking up until I was absolutely already desperate. Instead, I would wake up at the point when I was already bursting and almost immediately upon becoming aware that I was awake, I would lose control and pee my bed. As time progressed, the length of time between me waking up and peeing myself in bed became shorter and shorter. I would wake up holding my crotch already, groggily open my eyes, realize I had to pee badly, lose control and flood my bed and then immediately fall back asleep again. Not long after this, I started waking up mid-pee. I would jar awake feeling myself peeing. I would wake up as I felt a warm puddle of pee growing around me where I laid. I would reach down to my crotch area and feel the pee already gushing out of me. I remember thinking, "Oh no. I'm peeing my bed." I would try to stop it sometimes, but I never could. I was too desperate. I would wait until I finished peeing and then I would close my eyes and go back to sleep. I didn't like that I was becoming an actual bedwetter, but I seemed to be able to control my need less and less and there was nothing I could do about it. The final stage in my wetting came when I no longer woke up at all. I would wake up instead in the morning soaking and cold knowing that I had an accident and peed my pants in my sleep in the middle of the night. I would have no memory of peeing my bed at all. It would happened while I slept blissfully unaware. The full time it took for me to progress to a full on bedwetter took only approximately a couple of months. The time it took for me to stop wetting the bed completely though, took over 3 years. As I got a little older (probably around the age of 9), I stopped wetting the bed every single night and would pee about 1-2 nights a week instead, but it wasn't until after age 11 that I would be able to hold it without fail until morning. The thing is, I stopped being afraid of that imaginary "Shadow monster" probably about a year from when I first developed my fear in the first place, but obviously by this time, I had progressed to a full bedwetter anyway and there was no going back until I was old enough to make it until morning. My few years of bedwetting caused a lot of embarrassment and I didn't like it at the time, but looking back I remember it almost fondly. ============================================== That's all for now!
  15. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Thank you again everyone for your compliments and your replies sharing your own experiences and insights. Wettingman, thank you for re-posting your stories again in this thread, as they are appropriate to this topic! Thank you gamblerrur for your contribution as well. It's much appreciated and I don't care about writing quality and your story was fine! I love hearing from you all! I plan on updating this thread with another memory this weekend.
  16. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Thank you all for the positive reception! It means a lot. I plan on updating this post often. I have quite a few more stories I could share. I guess I'm lucky in that regard...given our interest. Sandrix--I'm really not sure about the difference in male and female holding strategies because male desperation has never been my thing and I've never paid much attention. I can only speak for women. My guess would be though that Wettingman is right...we go with our instincts and what's natural.
  17. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    My new story was approved and posted. Scroll back to yesterday's date and you will see it. It was waiting for moderator approval. Thanks and stay tuned...I'll keep posting more here and there, but please keep adding your own stories as well.
  18. Lily1985

    Omorashi repeat offenders

    There was a girl in my class in the first grade who constantly wet herself. Her name was Kimberly. It seemed like once every couple of weeks she'd pee her pants. This happened much to the frustration of our teacher who got sick and tired of it fast. Often there was no warning. The floodgates would open and before you knew what was happening, you heard the sound of liquid gushing to the floor. She always seemed embarrassed by it afterward and she always just sat there and let it happen. I don't remember every seeing her squirm or ask to be excused. To this day, I'm curious as to why she never asked for permission to leave the room. I'm not sure if she was just shy or what, but it was quite the show nonetheless. My biggest regret of that year is not befriending her...
  19. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Here is the 2nd memory I have of Katie wetting her pants. It's also a story that involves my own desperation and wetting. This one happened the summer between 8th and 9th grade. We were both 14 at the time and getting ready to enter high school. At this age, we were both still too young to get a job to occupy our time during the summer, so we both had a lot of free time every single day during the summer. During this particular summer, we had a routine that we copied almost daily. We'd sleep in until mid-morning and then one of us would call the other on the phone and we'd decide whose house we were going to meet at to begin our day of passing our time doing whatever it was we could find to keep ourselves from boredom. Many times we went to the local swimming pool to pass the hours. On this day, it was Katie's turn to meet me at my house. She arrived at around 11am with a tote bag containing her bathing suit and a towel. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a dark purple spaghetti strap tank top. I was also wearing a pair of jean shorts and my top was a navy blue tight t-shirt. On our way to the swimming pool, we always stopped at a small carryout store to get snacks for our walk to the pool. We'd always each get a soda a piece and some potato chips to eat on the way. The walk to the local pool was approximately 30-40 minutes. The majority of the trip was a straight shot along a busy road with heavy traffic. We'd walk along the sidewalk and talk the whole way. By the time we'd get there, our sodas would always be finished. It was summer so it was usually very hot, so we'd need the liquid. Since it took so long to get there and we had nothing else to do anyway, we'd usually spend around 3-4 hours at the pool anytime we'd go. This day was no different. Throughout our time spent there, Katie and I both polished off another 2 sodas a piece because of the heat. Neither one of us moved to visit the restroom until we decided we had enough of the pool and wanted to head back to my place to watch a movie. We packed up our stuff and headed over to the small shelter building at the pool that housed the toilets. By this point, we both had to pee really bad from all the soda we drank over the course of several hours. We always waited until the last moment to visit the toilets because we thought the public restrooms at the pool were gross and neither one of us liked having to use them until it was absolutely necessary. We liked to delay the inevitable you could say. When we got inside the building where the toilets were, we were even more disgusted than normal. There were only two stalls in the building. In one, the stall was incredibly dirty and in the other the toilet was backed up. We looked at each other and briefly weighed our options. Neither one of us wanted to use these toilets in this condition. We decided quickly just to hold it until we got back to my house and assumed everything would work out fine. We did decide though to change out of our bathing suits and put our regular clothes back on. We both put our bathing suits into our tote bags to carry home with us. As we started the long walk back to my house, it became clear to me that walking home with a full bladder and "making it" was going to be a lot harder than I originally anticipated. During the beginning of the trip, Katie and I were both quiet. I think we both were thinking about how badly we had to pee and concentrating on how we'd be able to hold our pee the whole trip home. Unfortunately, our route did not provide any local businesses we could stop into to use their restroom. For the majority of the trip, we were walking on a busy road that had nothing but a field on either side of us. The other part of our trip was almost strictly residential. There wasn't a single public restroom to use until we got back to the carryout that was two blocks from where I lived. In other words, we both knew we were in a bit of troubling predicament. After we were walking a little ways, I said to Katie, " I don't know about you, but I have to pee so bad right now." She looked over at me and said, "Oh my God. Me too. I'm actually a little worried that I won't be able to hold it until we get back to your place." I replied with, "Yeah, I know. I'm worried too." I bit my lower lip and thought hard to myself how incredibly worried I actually was. Right after this, we changed the subject and started talking about other things. A few minutes into our conversation though, I felt a huge spasm in my bladder and I had to stop to cross my legs. Katie stopped when I stopped and looked back at me and said, "Don't do that! Seeing you cross your legs like that is making me have to pee so much worse." At this point, she put her hand in her crotch and gave herself a little squeeze. I told her I couldn't help it and we moved on. At about our half way point home, I felt like I was going to pee my pants any second. I told Katie this and I said to her, "I'm almost peeing myself. There is no way I can hold it the rest of the way." Katie's response was, "I have to pee really bad too, but we have to try. What other choice do we have? There is nowhere else to go and on this busy road there is nowhere we can duck behind without cars seeing us." We kept walking because she was right. There was no other option. A few more minutes later, I had to stop again. I crossed my legs and held my crotch again and this time I bent forward slightly to gain more control. I really felt like I was going to lose it any second. I started breathing fast waiting for the spasm to pass. Eventually it did and I was able to keep walking. Katie seemed annoyed that I kept stopping. She wanted to keep moving. We continued walking yet again and finally I had to pee so bad that I got to the point where I was walking and holding my crotch at the same time. I couldn't remove my hand even for a second or I'd start peeing my pants right away. I remember being extremely embarrassed because we were still walking on the busy road and I knew every passing car was getting a glimpse of me walking with my hand in my crotch and they of course would know that it was because I was on the verge of having a pee accident. I was 14 years old and I was about to pee my pants like a little girl on the side of a busy road. Despite all my effort of trying to hold it the rest of the way, I knew after awhile that it was impossible. I told Katie that I couldn't go on anymore. She looked at me surprised and said, "What are you saying? Lily, what do you mean?" I replied back with a shocked voice standing still with my hand still in my crotch, "Oh my God. It's coming out now ." I quickly sank down on the ground so that no one driving by could see what was happening. I sat down fast and positioned my legs loosely in an Indian style position with my hands on either side of me. I lifted my bottom slightly off the ground and peed forcefully into my pants. I peed for a long time. It just kept gushing out of me because I had to go so bad. I felt both relieved and stupid at the same time. I couldn't believe I'd had an accident at my age. I wanted to cry, but also, I was really excited that this was happening because desperation and pants wetting excited me, however, it was really embarrassing to have this happen out in the middle of public and in front of my friend. The whole time I was peeing, Katie was having a hard time holding on herself. She was standing up straight crossing her legs and grabbing at her crotch intermittently. She walked away suddenly really fast and I called out to her, "Don't leave me here!" She yelled back behind me, "Hearing you pee in your pants just made me start to pee a little. I have to keep moving or I'm going to pee my pants too." I was finally finished and stood up to catch up with Katie. I apologized to her and told her I was sorry, but I couldn't hold it anymore. My jean shorts were drenched all over my bottom and inside my thighs. It was really embarrassing walking along the busy road soaking wet. I pulled my beach towel out of my bag and draped it across my arm hoping people would just think that my shorts were wet from my bathing suit bottoms being in the pool. I was hoping they would think I was wearing my bathing suit under my clothes, even though I wasn't. We began to finish our walk home and somehow Katie managed to hold on. She apparently had a somewhat bigger bladder than me or at least more control of it (more control than she had 2 years ago anyway). I thought she was going to make it the whole way back, but when we got to the carryout we stopped at earlier in the day, Katie looked at me and said, "I'm going to go in and use their restroom. I don't think I can make it back the 2 blocks to your place." I said okay and we walked in (me hoping no one would pay much attention to my peed in shorts). We went into the store, Katie walked up to the register and asked for the key. The clerk gave it to her and we proceeded to walk to the back where the restrooms were. Katie put the key in the lock of the women's restroom door and started to unlock the door. While she was doing this, she was high stepping and scissoring her legs calling out, "Oh. Oh. Oh my God. I'm gonna pee. I'm about to pee myself." She eventually got the door open and I followed her in. For some reason at that age, I always accompanied her in public restrooms. Looking back on it now, it was kind of odd, but I guess at that age, we just were close enough that we didn't mind peeing in front of each other. Plus, in general, girls a lot of times seem to be really open about that sort of thing. The restroom didn't have any stalls. It was just a room with a toilet and a sink. Katie began furiously trying to unbutton her pants as she walked closer to the toilet, but either she had to pee so bad that she couldn't seem to get her hand to connect with the fasten properly or her zipper was stuck because she couldn't seem to get her pants unzipped or down. While watching her try to get her shorts down, I noticed that her crotch was getting dark. There was a wet spot forming around her crotch and starting to grow. Just as a tiny stream began to make its way down her left leg, she hobbled over to the toilet, still fully clothed and with her pants still up, she sat down on the toilet and peed furiously though her jean shorts. While she was peeing through her shorts into the toilet, she started to cry. I think she was crying from both embarrassment and defeat. I could hear both the sound of her pee hiss and gush through her shorts and tinkle into the toilet. When she was done she stood up and just said, "Let's get out of here." She dried her tears with a paper towel and we walked out of the restroom and out of the store as quickly as we could. We were silent during the 2 blocks back to my house. When we finally go there, we both changed and showered and didn't say a word about what happened. Personally, I was very excited and wished Katie would talk about it, but she never mentioned anything about it ever again. ================================================================= Next I plan on sharing more of my own personal desperation/wetting experiences from when I was younger.
  20. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Justme, loved you post! Thank you for your contribution. I plan on posting the 2nd memory I have of Katie soon. After that I may even post some of my own personal experiences of being desperate.
  21. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Time for another memory! This story I'm about to recall happened during my 7th grade year (I was 12 years old). Like in the previous story, this one also happened to a very close female friend of mine. The following story involves a friend I had from around the 4th grade until we went off to college. This friend was the same age and in the same grade as me. Her name was Katie. At the time, she had long auburn hair that she would always wear down and it reached the middle of her back. She had blue eyes, and was slender and athletically built (We were in dance classes together). Like in my previous story, it was another Fall day. I believe it was around the middle of October. I remember it was towards the beginning of the school year, but cold enough that we were wearing sweaters. Katie was part of my close group of friends at school. There were about 5-6 of us that hung out with each other at school (ate lunch together, met on breaks, etc.), but Katie was the only one of them who lived near enough to me so that we could walk home from school together. All of my other school friends lived in different neighborhoods and therefore, rode different school buses home. The school we went to was geared toward the arts and was not a local neighborhood school. Katie and I shared some classes during our 7th grade year, but we did not have last period together nor the period before. Everyday in junior high that I can remember, I would meet Katie at her locker after last period and we would walk together to find our bus, sit together on the bus, and then walk home together for company. On the day of this memory, I grabbed my books from my locker and hurried over to meet Katie at her own locker. I was always done at my locker before her and I would always find Katie meticulously putting her away her books and things when I got to her locker to meet her. Katie was a very organized person and she was also always one to follow all the rules expected of her. She was the kind of person that color coordinated her notes and actually used day planners, whereas, I would buy a day planner with the intention of using it, but instead, it would be found shoved under my bed at the end of the school year with only half of September filled in. I think part of the reason I was so attracted to Katie as a friend was because she was so organized and put together. Her maturity and level headedness kept me in check. I also think this personality is one of the reasons I find this particular memory so appealing. She was the good and mature girl who one day didn't plan so well and I got to see her lose control for once. Plus, there is just something so exciting about seeing the classic "good girl" pee their pants. With all that being said, when I met Katie at her locker that day, as she was finishing putting her things away and closing her locker, she stopped and paused for a second. She looked like she was about to say something, but she didn't. I didn't think much of it myself because I was in the middle of telling her about my day. Looking back, I'm sure I was prattling on about some insignificant junior high school drama that at the time meant the world to me, but would be stupid to hear myself being concerned about now. Right after her brief pause near her locker, Katie and I started making our way toward the exit door to the school building, when all of a sudden she interrupted my talking and said, "Hey, Lily I'm going to run to the restroom really quickly before we get on the bus. I think we still have a few minutes." I replied with, "Okay. I will meet you on the bus. " Katie turned her body toward the direction of the school restrooms and then stopped short and said, "You know what? Never mind. I can wait until I get home. There is always a long line and I don't feel like rushing to get on the bus and worrying that I will take too long and that it will leave me. I'll be fine." I said to her, "Are you sure you will be okay?" Katie's response was, "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's just that I have to pee really bad, but yeah... I'll be completely fine. I can hold it." I said okay and we continued our walk out of the building and onto the school bus. About two minutes into our bus ride home, while talking to Katie again about my day, I noticed every 15 seconds or so, she would squeeze her thighs together really tightly for a bit. She did this while listening to me talk on and on. Now on that day, she was wearing a pair of lighter blue jeans that were tight until they flared out at the bottom (this was in 1997 during the height of the 70s fashion revival) and a tighter baby blue sweater. Because her jeans were tighter up by her thigh area, it was really easy to tell when she was squeezing her thighs together. I knew she had to pee and I remember thinking in my head that she keeps doing this because of how bad she has to pee. I also remember feeling really excited and intrigued by her doing this because by this point in my life, I knew that seeing a girl desperate was something I really enjoyed to watch. The bus ride from our school to our bus stop was about a half hour long altogether. Even though I was excited at the prospect of possibly seeing Katie have an accident, I figured she would make it. Girls our age weren't known to pee their pants anymore. However, after about 10 minutes into our ride, Katie leaned forward a bit in her seat with both feet on the ground, but her knees pressed into the seat in front of us, turned to me and said in a loud whisper, "Oh my God. I have to pee so bad right now. All of a sudden I need to pee a million times worse than I did before we got on the bus." I asked her if she was going to be alright and she said she didn't know, but that she probably would be fine. She then told me that the reason she had to go so badly was because she drank a big soda at lunch and then another one during her last period. She said for some reason, she was thirstier than usual that afternoon. Not too long after this confession of how bad her need was becoming, Katie whimpered loudly, put both her hands flat on the seat on either side of her, raised herself a bit off the seat, and shuffled her legs up and down. She looked at me again and said, "I feel like I'm going to pee my pants any minute." I looked back at her sympathetically and said, "No, you're not. You will be fine. We're almost to the bus stop and as soon as we start walking, it will be easier for you to hold it." Katie didn't say anything back to me. She just looked at me with a worried expression, then turned her head to face front and continued to press her thighs together off and on and periodically rock sideways back and forth rather quickly on the seat. She would still whimper here and there. When the bus finally got to our stop, Katie stood up quickly and put her backpack on her back. As she started to move out of the seat, I looked back at her and saw her grab her crotch before leaving the seat and give it a tight squeeze. She didn't hold too long though. I'm sure she didn't want any of our classmates seeing her hold her crotch while walking off the bus. I got off the bus first and then Katie followed. I waited for her to get moving. She stood still until the bus left and then Katie took a few steps forward, stopped, crossed her legs really tightly and grabbed her crotch again as tight as she could. She looked at me and said, "Let's go. I have to get home NOW before I have an accident." We started walking the quarter of a mile to where our houses were located (we lived a block from each other). Katie was walking really fast, but in small quick steps. We walked maybe half a block when she stopped again to grab her crotch. She looked over at me while keeping her hand in her crotch and said, "I have to find a place to pee out here. I'm seriously almost peeing my pants right now! Maybe I can find a bush to pee behind or something." I looked at her and said, "You can't pee out in public. It's illegal. What if someone sees you? Come on. Let's just get to your house and then you can go." Lily looked at me and replied while sounding like she was going to burst into tears, "My pee is about to come out. I can't hold it. I have to go too bad." Right after making this statement, she dipped down with her legs crossed, stepped back and forth and side to side and let out a moan. "I have to pee. Oh my God, I have to go peeeeeee," she said. I ignored her comments. Partly, I did this because I was feeling bad for her and partly because I wanted her to keep walking because I secretly hoped she wouldn't be able to hold it until we got home and I wanted to see her lose control and pee her pants. I started to walk ahead without her, but she managed to gain her composure because soon after I started walking, she started to follow me. After awhile, we got to a part in our walk where we had to stop and wait for cars to pass to cross the street. I stopped at the curb and slowly looked both ways trying to bide some time. There was a car coming, but it wasn't all that close, but I made like I was going to stop anyway and wait for it to pass, but Katie breezed right past me without stopping, walking into and across the street. I yelled after her, "Hey! Don't walk ahead of me!" She yelled back at me in a panicky upset voice, "If I stop at all, I'm going to pee in my pants for sure! I have to keep moving to hold it." I ran to catch up with her before the approaching car got too close. Eventually, we were about a block away from her house (my house was further). Right as we needed to turn the corner to walk the final block to her house, Katie stopped abruptly, hobbled over to a stone ledge surrounding someone's house nearby, sat down hard on the their ledge and rocked back and forth quickly and held her crotch with all her might. A first, she held her crotch with her right hand and then she switched and held it with her left hand. She did not stop rocking the entire time she was holding. All the while she was moaning and sighing and sounding like she was going to cry from desperation. She looked up at me finally and said, "I can't walk anymore. If I walk more, I'll pee." I didn't know what to say or do for her at first so I let her rock and hold herself for awhile while I stood there waiting nearby where she sat. She still hadn't gotten up off the ledge or peed her pants after about a minute or so, and because I was getting anxious after awhile, I said to her, "Come on. Let's just walk the rest of the way to your house. If you stay here, you are going to pee your pants without a doubt, but If you try to make it home, you have a chance of making it to the bathroom in time." The whole reason I said this was because I was hoping that she would actually pee her pants during that final block and was worried that all that rocking and holding would actually help her be able to hold it longer. Katie looked at me and reluctantly said, "You're right. Okay, let's walk again." As soon as she got up from that stone ledge, she did a mixture of walking/running the last block to her house with me closely following her. About three fourths of the way there, she stopped again, crossed her legs and sucked in air really fast. She stayed still for a bit and I asked her if she'd peed her pants and she said no, but it was close. After another short distance of hurrying, we were finally on Katie's porch. As soon as we got on her porch, Katie threw her backpack down on the ground and furiously started digging around for her house key (her parents were still at work). She got down on her knees and looked through her bag frantically, all the time rocking and holding her crotch intermittenly. She couldn't seem to find her keys though she rummaged like her life depended on it. Frustrated, she dumped all the contents of her backpack onto the porch ground. The contents spewed out and sat there in a big pile. She looked through the pile and found her key, stood up, walked toward the front door, stopped and crossed her legs again. She stayed that way for a few seconds, put her key in the lock and opened her door. I waited for her to go in, but she didn't go in. I wondered why at first she wasn't moving and then I realized too soon the reason. She was starting to pee her pants. I was behind her and saw a small trickle run down the back of her leg (her legs were still crossed and she was squeezing them together). She started calling out, "Oh my God. Oh my God. It's coming out. My pee is coming out. I'm going in my pants. I'm peeing my pants and I can't stop it." She shoved her hand harder in her crotch and crossed her legs hopelessly trying to stop it anyway, but she was obviously past the point of no return. Instead all she was doing was peeing on her hand. She gave up, walked maybe 2 feet to the side of her, squatted down and peed through her jeans onto the porch. As she was peeing, she looked down at her growing puddle and watched as warm pee poured out of her and the puddle got bigger and bigger. Just like before when my friend Charlotte peed her pants, you could hear it hissing through her jeans and hitting the porch. Finally she was done peeing. Katie stood up, stepped away from her puddle and examined her soaked jeans. Her jeans were wet down the inside of her thighs and all over her crotch area. She was bright red and very embarrassed. She looked at me and told me not to tell anyone that she peed her pants and I promised I wouldn't. She seemed shocked and like she wanted to cry, but she didn't cry. She told me that once her pee started to come out, she was afraid to run inside and try to make it to the bathroom because she didn't want to pee all over the carpet. She was worried her parents would get mad. Afterward, she went into her house and changed while I stayed downstairs and watched TV. I'm not sure if her parents ever noticed the puddle on the porch when they got home and/or asked her about it. ========================================================================== That's it for now. I have another story involving Katie that happened about 2 years later, if you're interested....
  22. Lily1985

    Young wetting stories

    Thanks everyone! I don't have a lot of free time during the week, but I plan on updating this post with another story this weekend. Stay tuned.