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  1. I know it's been a while since Halloween, but I wanted to share these stories I wrote for the holiday! I posted this on my Patreon, and if you like it you can find even more stories just like this there! Heather and the Haunted House Heather loved scary things. Which meant the Halloween season was her favorite time of year. She and her friends would always binge watch movies, pick out scary outfits, and generally get in the spirit of the season. But her favorite tradition of all was their annual trip to the haunted house. This year, the theme was Victorian Victims. The haunted house would be decorated to look like an abandoned Victorian Mansion, and all the actors would be its ghostly inhabitants. Heather loved this aesthetic, so she and her friends decided to dress up to match the occasion. Heather already had pitch black hair, and a few tattoos of spiders and skulls and things of that nature, as well as being pale. She grabbed her outfit out of her closet, black fishnet stockings with holes in them, along with a lacy black pair of panties. Above this, she wore a poofy, frilly black and white skirt that was layered with the black on top and white on the bottom. And for her top, she wore a black top with frilly sleeves that hugged her midsection, pushing up her breasts in a way that she loved. She first felt the need to pee after getting dressed. But she had to do her makeup still, and her friends told her they’d be arriving soon. So she decided to just finish applying her black lipstick and eyeliner and hope she could get done before her friends pulled up. Just as she was putting on the finishing touches, her phone began to ring. Cursing her luck, she decided she could just wait until she arrived. Once they did arrive though, Heather wondered if the place even had a bathroom? She never needed one before, and she couldn’t remember if her friends did either. Upon entering, they were immediately greeted by their tour guide, a man dressed as a Victorian style butler. He theatrically greeted them, and invited them all to follow him into the dining hall. The entire place was freezing cold, and Heather bounced and shivered wishing she wore something warmer. The cold was making the pressure in her bladder only worse. She figured she had gone hours without peeing now and wondered how much longer she would have to wait. The dining hall was filled with all sorts of oddities. Cobwebs and tattered curtains hung from the walls. On the table there were all sorts of bones, severed limbs, organs, all soaked in fake blood. Usually Heather would appreciate the work put into it all, but right now she was only concerned with keeping her bladder screwed shut. Suddenly, the dim lights shut off completely, and a voice beckoned them to step through the next door. Heather braced herself as much as she could, she knew what was going to happen next, but she was still afraid of what might happen. Not afraid of what might pop out at her, but of what might leak out of her. She walked timidly behind her friends as they made their way down the creaky, cold, dark hallway. She had a hand firmly between her legs as a precaution. She knew that this was a dangerous game she was playing but she couldn’t back out at this point. As they neared the end of the hallway, nothing happened. The anticipation was making all her other friends giggle in excitement, but Heather could only grimace with trepidation. Finally they opened the next door, and a loud FOOSH greeted them, as a fake fireplace suddenly turned on and the room filled with heat. “Is that it?” One of her friends asked. Heather let her guard down. The heat felt great on her freezing body. She took her hand out of her crotch. “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Heather turned around and saw a woman in a nightgown, with black eyes and a red gash over her throat and waving a knife running right at her. As her friends turned and fled, laughing to the next room, Heather could only crumple. It took her a second to realize the warmth on her legs wasn’t just the fake fireplace, it was the piss soaking into her stockings. It exploded out of her, drenching her panties almost immediately as it poured through the lace on the ground below. Heather lost all strength in her legs. Falling to the ground slowly, she sat in her puddle, knees buckled inwards as piss kept flooding out of her. She shuddered in her warm puddle on the ground, the feeling of relief being replaced by the feeling of shame as her face began to burn red. She heard the actress standing above her sigh. “Ugh, another one? Exit is to your left sweetie.” Molly at the Movies Molly shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth as she watched the trailers flicker on the screen before her. She and her boyfriend came to the movies to see whatever horror film was out every year on Halloween. This time it was an adaptation to a popular horror novel that Molly had been excited to see ever since it was announced. She sucked down a big gulp of soda, when she felt a pang in her bladder. She wondered if she should get up to use the bathroom now before the movie started? But just as she thought that, the lights began to dim. “I’ll just hold it, no biggie it’s not that long.” She thought to herself. As she kept eating more and more popcorn, the salt made her drink even more soda. She figured she should slow down, before she really has to go. But before she knows it, there’s only ice remaining, and she realizes she had just drank an entire large soda. “It’s fine… I’ll be fine…” Molly thought. But would she really? She was only twenty minutes into the movie at this point and the soda had gone right through her. Nothing scary had happened yet. She wondered if she could run to the bathroom now and be back before anything big happened. Just as she thought that, the first jump scare appeared on screen. Everyone in the audience gasped, and Molly was caught so off guard, just barely paying attention, that she leaked a little in her panties. She was wearing black leggings, so she was sure nothing was visible yet, but it was a wake up call. “I can still wait… I mean I just let some pressure off right? Besides, the movies finally getting good.” She didn’t know what she was thinking. She knew she should get up and go ASAP. But she stayed in her seat. She kept squirming instead of getting up to go pee. And when the next jumpscare came around she was able to get through it without any more leaks in her panties. “See? I can do it. I can make it!” She was confident now, cocky. She let her guard down again. But she paid the price for it, another jump scare came sooner than she was expecting. This time a loud hiss escaped out of her as the piss began to run through her leggings and puddle into the leather theater seat. Nobody else heard it, as they were all screaming and then laughing at their reactions. But Molly just burned red. She had both her hands shoved between her legs at this point. With some napkins as well, trying to soak up whatever leaked out with minimal success. She couldn’t tell if her boyfriend knew what was happening as she was too ashamed to look over. She wasn’t even sure if she could get up to go pee at this point without it all leaking out. Molly was beet red at this point. Hands still between her legs she looked back up at the screen. The protagonist was walking down a dark hallway. “No no no, please not another jumpscare!” She thought. Her bladder couldn’t take another one at this point. Molly screwed her eyes shut, and focused everything she could on holding back the flood from drenching her already wet panties even more. But even though she couldn’t see the screen, the surround sound still roared in her ears as the monster made its entrance. She was able to hang on through this, with only a few trickles escaping, when suddenly she got an even bigger shock? “Molly, are you okay?” Her boyfriend tapped her shoulder. This caused Molly to open her eyes and yelp, hands flying from her crotch. She shot them back down as quickly as possible but it was already too late. The piss burst out of her rapidly. Molly moaned in relief before stifling it embarrassingly. She grabbed more napkins, trying to stuff them between her legs to soak up the flood, but it was useless. The warm wet puddle spread across her ass, soaking into her leggings and pooling on the leather seat beneath her. It was too much to bear, she was burning red as the piss kept flowing and flowing until the stream died down to a trickle. When she was done, she looked over to boyfriend. “I think we should leave…” She whispered. Carolyn the Cupid Carolyn thought it was a funny costume, if not a bit silly. But isn’t that what Halloween is about? Silly funny costumes? It certainly got a few laughs, and a lot of questions. “What are you dressed as?” Cupid, that’s why she had the bow and arrow and the sash on. “Is that a real diaper?” Yes. It was a real adult diaper she was wearing. She got it from a drug store. “Are you going to use it?” Earlier in the night, the answer was no. But after a few too many drinks and no sign of the bathroom line getting shorter, she was rethinking her options. Of course she didn’t want to use it. That would be gross. Not to mention probably noticeable and uncomfortable for the rest of the night. But the way she saw it she was running out of options. Her friends didn't seem like they were down to leave the party any time soon. And as said before, the bathroom line was so long it stretched almost out of the hallway into the living room. She had another beer in her hand. She wasn’t sure which number this was, but she was going to finish it before she stood in the line. She looked over at her friend, dressed as a fairy, who was chatting with some guy dressed as a pirate. Carolyn was flirting with some guy earlier that night as well, who was dressed as a Wizard or something. Of course she made jokes about her arrow and he made jokes about being magic or something, but ever since she started to need to pee she’s kept to herself. She wondered where that guy went when suddenly she saw him walk back through the back door. In fact she’s seen a lot of people walking in and out that way. “Where were you at?” She asked him. “Oh uh, the backyard.” He answered, blushing under the big fake beard he had on. “In the backyard doing what?” She needled. “Well… since there’s only one bathroom and the line’s so long… the guy hosting said we could…” “Really?” She was intrigued. She wished she had known sooner. Both so she didn’t have to hold in all this piss, and because she might have liked to see the wizard take care of his business. But knowing this was a godsend for her. She kept talking about random topics with the wizard as she sipped the rest of her beer. Her bladder was bulging, crying out to her for relief, but she knew she would empty it soon enough. As soon as she was done with her drink she threw the fan away and walked over to her fairy friend. “Hey, do you need to take a piss?” She asked. “Yeah, but the line’s so long!” Her friend whined. Carolyn noticed that this reaction got the attention of the pirate, but continued. “Apparently we can just go outside. I need to go too. Wanna come with?” “Sure! But can’t you just use your diaper?” Her fairy friend teased. “Oh haha, c'mon you guys let’s go.” She said, clearly inviting the wizard and the pirate as well. Once outside, she could see that the back of the house, hidden from any of the neighbors yards, was where everyone was going. It was marked with a few noticeable piss stains, and Carolyn was happy she didn’t live here. Her fairy friend rushed forward. She was able to hike up her green short dress fast, revealing her matching green panties. Before squatting facing the wall, with her fake wings facing the rest of the group. With a sigh, a loud heavy stream rushed forth. Her friend was tiny, but Carolyn was always surprised by how loudly and violently the girl could piss. The sight and the sound only increased Carolyn’s desperation. But there was one small problem. The diaper. It was a real diaper, that means it was taped up like one. She remembers laying down to put it on and taping the sides, and now she regretted being so realistic about it as she pondered how to get it off and back on again without revealing herself too much, or losing the only thing she had on her lower body. Soon the pirate stepped up to the wall. Standing next to the fairy, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The fairy looked up and giggled at the sight. “No way dude! Let’s go!” She laughed. And he released his own loud hissing stream against the wall of the house. This was too much for Carolyn, her knees began to buckle at the relief those two were getting while she stood there, unable to escape the white fluffy prison wrapped around her crotch. Soon she felt a hand on the small of her back. “It’s okay… I won’t… judge you or anything.” She turned around, the wizard had pulled his beard down beneath his chin and she could see that she had guessed correctly that he was super cute. This encouragement was all that she needed. It felt strange at first. Her body couldn’t easily accept that it was okay to just pee herself this way. But it was a real diaper after all. And after the first few trickles, a loud hissy stream began to flow into the padding. The piss tickled her as it ran against her skin for a few seconds before being absorbed easily into the soft material. It wasn’t as wet as she imagined it would be, most of it was actually soaked up by the expanding diaper. “Carolyn aren’t you going to-“ her fairy friend asked, pulling her panties up and turning around before seeing what was up. “Ohhh, I see!” Her and the pirate both giggled. But the wizard was silent. Eyes fixated on the growing diaper, that was becoming a bit less white and a bit more yellow. Until finally, she was done. She felt the front, pushing it up, it was heavier than it had once been but it had done its job well. She looked back at the wizard, who averted his eyes but Carolyn could clearly tell he enjoyed what had just taken place. “So is that a wand in your robes or do you just like what you see?” She asked.
  2. Hey there! I’m an author who writes stories that sometimes include diaper wetting. But the thing is, I’ve never actually worn a diaper (and given my current circumstances that’s not likely to change soon). This means that I’m not entirely sure what it actually feels like to wet/mess one. I want my writing to be as accurate as possible, so I have some questions. When you wet a diaper, do you feel the wetness? Or is it just soaked into the material? Is there a difference between wetting a diaper and wetting a pull-up? How warm would you say the feeling is? If you can give a description of these feelings I would seriously appreciate it!
  3. Carla looked ahead out of her windshield. In front of her she could see the line of cars stretched for miles. This was truly standstill traffic, a state her and her daughters have been in for more than thirty minutes. “Ugh, this is so boring!” Her youngest, red headed daughter Izzy said. The girl was 18 now but still as impatient as ever. But by the way she was fidgeting in her seat, Carla suspected the girl wasn’t just suffering from boredom. “I wonder what happened to cause this?” One of her other daughters, Gabi pondered. Gabi was a 20 year old brunette and sitting in the front seat next to Carla, her twin sister Hanna sat in the back alongside Lizzy. And unlike her ginger younger sister she wasn't being quiet about what she needed. “It better start moving soon, God, I need to PEEEE!” Hanna cried, stomping her feet for dramatic effect. As Carla surveyed their surroundings, she saw that there weren’t any options for them to sneak off and relieve themselves privately. There were only miles and miles of farmland stretching off in every direction. Ironically enough there was a rest stop only a few miles ahead, but who knew when traffic would start moving them towards it again? “Sorry Hanna, you’re just gonna have to hold it I guess.” Carla consoled her daughter. This was a common problem when the girls were younger, long car trips often led to having to pull over somewhere private, or in rare instances, deep cleaning the seats and outfit changes. Carla remembers that one time before an especially long trip, she packed a pair of pull-ups for the girls to use if the situation got that dire. In fact, she’s not sure if she ever got rid of them. Carla looked back through the rear view mirror again. Hanna had both her hands pressed between her legs, up against the crotch of her blue jeans. Her legs bounced wildly as she held back hours of pee. Izzy was still more subtle, but she had a concerned look on her face as she slowly shuffled her freckled legs around trying to find comfort, adjusting the hem of her green shorts. Even Gabi in the passenger seat next to her seemed uncomfortable, her hands resting on her gray leggings, fists opening and closing in an attempt to distract herself. “You girls remember that time I brought pull-ups along on our trip to the beach? When you were younger?” Carla asked. “Yeah. Wow I wish we had those now.” Hanna laughed, getting a glare from her younger sister. “You can’t be serious, you’d actually use one of those?” Izzy asked incredulously. “I mean, yeah!” Hanna told her. “I’ve never had to pee this bad before I swear I’m about to piss myself!” “Well, I think I still might have some in the trunk.” Carla told them. Hanna almost jumped out of her seat to turn around and look in the trunk. But the sudden movement was clearly not a good idea. Carla was turned around and could see a tiny wet patch already visible on the crotch of her daughter's jeans, and the patch got a new glistening wet spot as Hanna fumbled around in the messy trunk, before she finally emerged holding the opened pack of pull-ups. “Oh thank God!” Hanna yelled. She pulled one of the pull-ups out of the package, it was pink and small. Carla wondered if it would even fit on her girls, even though they were all fairly petite. But Hanna wasn’t worried about that right now. She undid her fly and tore her jeans down as fast as she could, as she struggled to get them off her feet Carla could see that her daughter's blue panties were even more wet than her jeans, and a large glistening wet patch ran a quarter of the way up them. Before it got any bigger though, Hanna pulled the pull-ups up her slender legs. They were a snug fit, especially since they were over her panties, but once they were on Hanna sat back in her seat and relaxed. A loud unmistakable hissing noise filled the car, Hanna moaned as she finally released the piss she had been holding for hours into her panties and the pull-ups she had on over top. The pull-ups swelled with the sheer amount of piss she emptied into them. The pink material yellowed as it stuck out. Finally finished, Hanna looked relieved and grateful. “Wow, I had to go so bad.” Hanna said, poking the puffed up pull-up between her legs. A little bit leaked out of the sides and so she stopped, turned back around and rummaged through the trunk again. Carla could see more piss leak down her legs, and she could see the shock painted all over Izzy’s face. Hanna got a beach towel and put it under her butt before sitting back down in her seat. “I can’t believe you just did that!” Izzy told her sister. “Look it was either that or piss my fucking jeans, not a hard choice if you ask me.” Hanna snapped back. Izzy just rolled her eyes and stared out the window. Carla thought she looked even more desperate now, her left hand hadn’t moved from her crotch ever since Hanna started peeing. Maybe the noise and sight of her sister's relief made Izzy have to go even more? “Well there’s only one pull-up left in the pack. Does anyone want it?” Hanna asked, holding the pack of diapers. “No. I’m not using that.” Izzy grumbled, before pushing her legs together even closer. “What about you Gabi?” Hanna asked. “Umm, maybe?” Gabi said. She was always the shyest of the three, contrasting with her outgoing twin and her bratty younger sister. But Carla could see she was clearly considering it, she hadn’t used the bathroom in hours either, and was clearly desperate. “Maybe just in case?” Carla offered. Gabi just nodded, and took the pull-up out of her twin sister's hand. Carla averted her eyes as her daughter pulled down her pants and panties and slipped the diaper up her legs. When Carla stared back at Izzy she could swear the girl was looking at the empty pack of pull-ups on the floor of the car, possibly regretting her decision. Gabi pulled her pants back up over the pull-up, and blushed furiously as she held her pink panties tightly in her hands. She didn’t see any reason to sacrifice them like Hanna was forced to do, but the odd material of the pull-up was clearly alien to her. Carla couldn’t tell if she was shuffling in her seat from desperation or from discomfort. It didn’t even take five minutes for that distinctive hissing noise to begin to fill the car again. Gabi blushed furiously and stared out the window. Her stream was even stronger and louder than her twins, ironic coming from the quiet one. But that’s when the quiet one interrupted the silence herself. “Oh crap it’s leaking!” She said, and Carla could look over and see the dark rivulets forming around the crotch of her daughter's pants. “Hanna, get her another towel please!” Carla told her daughter in the backseat. Hanna once again threw herself over the seat, wet pull-up covered butt in the air as she rummaged through the trunk for another bath towel. She ended up grabbing two, and threw one to the front seat. Gabi lifted her butt in the air, and Carla could see that most of the leaks were covering her ass, with a wet patch large enough to make it look like she pissed herself visible on the gray fabric. Gabi sat back down and buried her head in her hands, burning red at the fact that she could barely even save her leggings. When Carla looked in the rear view mirror this time, she saw Izzy with her feet up on the seat, and the other towel that Hanna had grabbed balled up and pressed against her shorts. She was silently staring out the window, as if she was pretending she wasn’t dying to pee. Carla couldn’t see it, but she knew there must have been a large wet spot on the girl's green shorts. Izzy rocked back and forth, still silently ignoring everyone. Tears welled in her eyes as she rubbed her legs around the balled up towel, she was trying so hard to hold it. “Izzy…” Carla began before being cut off. “I’m fine!” Izzy snapped. Everyone knew that wasn’t true, but no point in arguing. Then, for the third time in just a few minutes, they all heard that hiss again. Only this time it wasn’t muffled by a pull-up, it was louder. Izzy sobbed as she fought to regain control. She sat on top of the balled up towel, hoping gravity would help her press to hold it in, but it was hopeless. Her green shorts quickly became so soaked that they were see-through, her black panties now visible as the piss kept pouring out of her and into the blue beach towel beneath. She pissed for the longest out of any of them, it was so much that the towel became saturated, and it spilled out all over her legs and down onto the seat. Once she was done, she gingerly moved the towel out from her crotch. Trying her best to hold it in the spots not soaked in urine, even though there were few. She was silent aside from small sniffles as she folded the towel out underneath her and cringed as it made a loud squishing noise when she sat down. As if it all was a bad joke, this is when traffic decided to start moving again. Nobody chose to comment on this irony, nor did they ask to stop at the nearest rest stop. But Carla decided to stop anyways, and while she was there, maybe pick up another pack of pull-ups.
  4. “We’ll be there soon. Just try to hold out a little longer.” The order came from the driver's seat directed to the back row of the minivan. In the back row, three girls sat next to each other. “Does anybody else need to go?” Asked the woman sitting in the passenger seat. “No, I think Hannah and I are good, it’s just Bethany.” One of the girls, with dark hair with purple highlights replied. “Ughh” Bethany, the redhead groaned. She had both hands firmly clamped between her legs, pressed against her jeans shorts. “When we get there I’ll take her straight to the bathroom, you guys just go ahead without us.” Bethany’s mom,Wendy, who was sitting in one of the middle seats, told the rest of the group. Bethany would have blushed about the way everyone was discussing her need to piss if she hadn’t made it so obvious herself. There were even a few times where she thought she was about to burst, begging them to pull over or hand her a towel. She was sitting on a towel, not wanting to ruin her friend's mom's car seat, but she was still holding onto the contents of her bladder for dear life, every bump making her wince or groan. Her friend, Hannah, who occupied the middle seat in the back row had given Bethany the towel, but made her promise to keep holding because she knew that if Beth’s bladder burst she would get soaked by her piss as well. The dark haired girl sitting next to Hannah, Bellatrix found the situation somewhat amusing, she did also need to pee but nowhere near as bad as Bethany did. She just shifted her legs around, and tugged on her gray running shorts to take her mind off it. Bethany didn’t want to keep pointlessly whining or making a scene, so she just rested her head against the window, pouting, hands still between her bouncing legs, as she finally saw the sign for the amusement park up ahead. She realized relief was coming soon, and while this lessened her worries, it also sent the signal to her bladder that it could release soon, she felt the first warm trickles spurt out of her. And she groaned and pressed her hands tighter against her crotch. Her friends in the backseat and her mother could tell what had happened but they didn’t comment on it. They knew the poor girl was trying her best, and she was likely humiliated by the small leaks. They all just hoped she could make it in time. But by the time they pulled into the parking lot Bethany was ready to just pull her shorts down there and piss on the ground. And she probably would have, if it weren’t for all the people milling around who would see her. Wendy tutted when she saw the small leaks on her poor daughter's shorts. She knew there would be a restroom at the entrance of the park, and she walked with her daughter behind the rest of the group, as the girl hobbled slowly through the parking lot. When they made it to the entrance, what they saw made Wendy sigh and Bethany want to cry. The line for the bathrooms stretched further than the line to enter the park. And it didn’t look like it was moving very fast. “You guys go on ahead, we’ll head to the bathroom.” Wendy told the rest of the group. “Come on Beth.” She said as she led her desperate daughter to the back of the line. Bethany was humiliated by how much she was potty dancing, but she knew it was the only thing holding back the even worse humiliation of pissing her shorts in public. But she didn’t know how much longer she could hold that back. The line was moving at a snail's pace, and they were nowhere near the front. The line was right near a fountain at the entrance to the park. It was quite pretty, but right now Bethany didn’t appreciate the decoration. The sound of running water was torture as she tried to focus all her energy on holding back the flood, but it was this sound that pushed her over the edge. She could feel, but was unable to stop the trickles of piss that ran down her slender legs into her long socks pulled up around her calves. Her knees buckled a bit, but she still kept her hands firmly pressed into her crotch. “Mom I’m- I’m-” Wendy knew from her daughter's panicked voice that she had lost the struggle and was having an accident. And when she looked and saw, she had this confirmed. “It’s okay honey.” Wendy comforted her daughter, then, with a sob, Beth’s floodgates completely opened. All of the piss she tried so desperately to hold spilled out drenching her shorts, turning the light denim a dark shade of blue. It ran down her legs and soaked her socks and shoes, and the rest of it trickled off into streams that ran directly onto the ground, creating a puddle where she stood. Bethany burned red, she felt as though everyone was staring at her, an eighteen year old girl pissing herself in the line to the toilet. She noticed people pointing at the puddle, and stepping around it to avoid it. Her mother just pulled her into a side hug, and told her not to worry, that they’ll get her cleaned up. ________________________________________________________________________________ Rachel, Hannah’s mom, looked at the notification she just received from Wendy. “Looks like Bethany didn’t make it to the bathroom.” Rachel told the rest of the group. “Poor girl.” “Wait, she had pissed herself? No way.” Bellatrix asked. “Bella!” Her mother, Maria, scolded her daughter for her crassness. “The poor thing was holding it for hours, and we’re not going to sit here and pretend like you’ve never had an accident.” “Mom! Shhh!” Bella blushed, she didn’t want to discuss her history of bathroom accidents, especially not in such a public place. “Oh please.” Maria shrugged her daughters concerns off. “In fact, we should look for a bathroom before we go any further.” “Ugh, I don’t need to use the bathroom.” Bellatrix insisted. This wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to be reminded to use the bathroom and be taken there by her mother like she was some kid. “Let’s just get on a ride.” The four women got in line for the first roller coaster they saw. Bellatrix was excited for this one, she had read about how crazy it was supposed to be, and she felt the anticipation in her stomach when she looked up at the height and heard the scream of the riders who were already on board. Or at least, she thought it was anticipation at first. She quickly realized however that in addition to her need to piss, she also needed to poop as well. The group was already in the line, and they had a forty-five minute wait ahead of them, and the line behind them only grew longer. Bellatrix knew she would just have to hold it until they got off the ride and could head to the bathroom, but she was starting to regret not taking her mothers advice. She could tell her mother was regretting not using the bathroom either, soon, she was bouncing around making her need to pee vocal. “Ugh, I should’ve just gone to the toilet without you, how long is this line going to take?” Maria brushed her long blonde hair aside, adjusting her tan capris to try to lessen the strain on her bladder. “Another thirty minutes at least.” Rachel answered. “Wanna just get out of line and go? I’ll stay with the girls.” “I don’t know I-” Maria began before she was hit with a strong wave of desperation. She was basically hunched over at this point. “Yeah I think that might be a good idea.” But they were being kept in line by a metal barrier. Maria didn’t expect to be able to fight her way through the crowd of people behind them, so she knew she would have to get by the barrier. She bent down to duck underneath the barrier, but the position was awkward, basically a squat, and this was too much for her bladder. The whole group and everyone near them in line watched as the dark, glistening patch spread on the crotch of her tan capris. She was still in this squat position, too shocked to move, as the piss gushed through her pants creating a large puddle underneath her. The squat position caused the flow to be loud and powerful, as if she was on the toilet, but instead of water, the piss just splashed onto the hot pavement beneath her. “Well, I guess I don’t need to go anymore!” Maria laughed it off. But Bellatrix was mortified, so many people had just watched her mother piss herself! In addition to her humiliation, witnessing her mom's accident made her need to pee that much worse. As she watched her mother walk off, with the wet patch on the back of her pants, she wondered if she could avoid that fate. By the time she got to the front of the line, she was basically using all of her willpower to keep from potty dancing on the spot. She was shifting back and forth, tapping her fingers on her thighs, and biting her lip. “Are you nervous?” Hannah asked her friend. Bellatrix blushed at her desperation being noticed, but she told the brown haired girl that it was just nerves. And truthfully, she was nervous, she had to pee extremely badly, and her bowels were rumbling too. She had no idea what effect the roller coaster would have. She got on the ride and sat next to Hannah, praying that she wouldn’t piss all over her friend. As the lap bar came down, she let out a little leak from the pressure. Feeling the warm wetness stain her panties didn’t help her desperation, and as the roller coaster began to ascend, she felt all the piss inside her begin to slosh around. Then, the roller coaster reached its peak, and she looked over at Hannah, Bella remembered how she was worried about Bethany peeing on her during the car ride. Bella just hoped Hannah would forgive her for the accident she was about to have. The roller coaster dropped fast, and Bella heard the screams of her fellow riders, and she felt her warm piss stream out of her, soaking into her panties and shorts. What didn’t soak into her clothes splashed around her seat, puddling under her ass and running down onto the floor beneath her. She felt twists and turns of the roller coaster, and felt her friends hand on her arm, Hannah was trying to tell her something but Bellatrix couldn’t hear her, not over the screaming voices, the air blowing by her ears, or the fact that she was trying to block out that this was even happening right now. By the time the ride came to a stop, Bellatrix was burning red, and Hannah was still trying to talk to her. But Bella got out of her wet seat as fast as possible, and ran to the exit of the ride. She had humiliated herself by pissing her pants on the ride, but that wasn’t the end of her worries. She still needed to find a bathroom, quickly, or else she would fill her soaking wet panties as well. She entered the gift shop area, and heard the murmurs of people commenting on the girl with the obvious wet patch on the back of her gray shorts. She tried to block them out, and scanned the store for a restroom, but she didn’t find one. Instead, her eyes landed on the photos of the ride displayed for sale. She saw herself and Hannah, and the extremely visible wet patch on her crotch. Bellatrix ran out of the store to continue her search for a toilet. And she ran into her mother, Bethany, and Bethany’s mother. “Bella! What happened?!?” Maria asked her daughter. She wasn’t about to scold her for her accident, that would be hypocritical, but she just wanted to make sure her daughter was alright. “Mom, where’s the bathroom?” Bella ignored her mothers question and asked her own. “It’s around the corner but the line is huge.” Maria answered. “Why? If you want to get changed there’s other changing rooms. Bethany could show you where they are.” Bellatrix noticed Bethany had on new, pink cotton shorts, they were obviously purchased from the gift shop as they had the name of the park on them. But that’s not what Bellatrix was worried about, when she heard that the line for the bathroom was huge, her stomach dropped even further. She had no idea what to do. She began to contemplate the unthinkable. “Mom, please… I need to…” Bella began to walk off behind the gift shop, where nobody could see. She heard her mother call after her to ask where she was going, but she didn’t stop. Her slow walk began to turn into a waddle as she felt the contents of her bowel begin to push out of her. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she wasn’t private enough, there were still people around who could see her, but her stomach didn’t care. Her knees buckled and she sank into a squat, pulling her shorts down to expose her soaked purple panties with black trim. Then, she felt the warm, hard mass of shit push out of her. It bulged in her panties, then nestled in them, pressed between the wet fabric and her skin. She couldn’t believe what had just happened, and she looked up and realized her mother had watched the whole thing. _______________________________________________________________________________ While that was happening, Hannah was telling everyone else what had happened on the roller coaster, which was now being shut down for cleaning. They all decided not to mention this detail to Bella when she came back, so they wouldn’t embarrass the poor girl any more. Hannah didn’t blame her for the piss that got on her shorts, she was more worried about whether or not her friend was doing okay. Bethany seemed to be consoled by the fact that she wasn’t the only one who had an accident, but was still not happy with the dumb shorts and lack of panties she had to deal with. Rachel couldn't believe the day the group was having, and Wendy was worried about what was said about the bathroom line. “Do you think there’s any other bathrooms anywhere nearby?” She asked Rachel. “Not you too Wendy.” Rachel laughed. “Honestly you might as well join the club and pee your pants too.” Wendy gave a slight chuckle in response, but her problem wasn’t that she was about to pee her pants, it was her stomach. She had woken up with an upset stomach this morning, it was so bad that she considered not even coming to the park, but she decided to power through this issue and join in. Now she was beginning to make a list of her regrets. She regrets coming here instead of sitting at home with easy access to a toilet all day. She regretted not using the toilet while she helped her daughter change her clothes and get cleaned up after her accident. She regrets not getting in line for the bathroom sooner, as she can see it beginning to stretch even longer from where she was standing. After being able to get cleaned up and changed, Bethany was in a much better mood. The humiliation of her accident earlier that morning was still fresh in her mind, but she wanted to put that behind her and try to enjoy her time at the park. “Mom, do you want to go on this ride?” Beth asked her mother. The ride she pointed to was similar to the teacups, it spun the riders around so fast they appeared to almost be a blur. Wendy was hesitant, but then she saw the look on her daughter’s face. She didn’t want to let her down, especially after the humiliation she had to endure earlier. And so, against her better judgment, Wendy got on the ride. It began slow at first, slow, but the rotations were still enough to shake her stomach up. Then the ride began to pick up speed, and she had to clench to keep the contents of her bowels in. But the fight was pointless. Soon the ride hit full speed, and her mess began to push out of her into her jeans. She wanted to get up from her chair, to try to escape the ride and run to find a bathroom, but the increased gravity from the ride kept her trapped against her seat. More and more the hot mushy mess began to fill her panties and press against her ass, and she even felt a little bit of piss trickle out of her and stain her jeans. By the time the ride stopped, she was a complete mess. Her panties were covered in shit, and her jeans had a noticeable brown spot on the back. Bethany, who was oblivious to all until now looked over at her mother and realized that she had an accident too. _______________________________________________________________________________ While separated from the rest of the group, Hannah and Rachel had decided to get on a ride themselves. The drop tower. Hannah’s shorts were still slightly wet from sitting next to Bellatrix, but she wouldn’t stop that from letting her have fun. Rachel was just hoping that there wouldn’t be any more issues today, not after the amount of accidents the group has had. But while they were in line both women realized they had needed to pee. Neither told the other, it wasn’t that bad of a need, but they would have to go after this ride. So, once they got strapped in they hoped the ride would go quick and smooth. But of course with their luck, it wouldn’t. Rachel felt her legs dangle as the tower raised them to the top of the park, and she looked over at her daughter who was smiling with anticipation. From there they could see everything. All the rides, attractions, people, and bathroom lines. Then, just as they finished taking all the sights in, the ride dropped them fast down to the ground. The riders all screamed, including Rachel, but her’s were for a different reason. Her bladder released a sudden spurt of piss into her panties when the drop happened. Her bladder was never strong, especially ever since she became a mother, but she wasn’t expecting this. She pressed her crotch into the restraint between her legs as the ride raised them back up high. Then, it dropped again, and even more piss escaped out of her, the seat restraint was the only way she could hold her crotch, but it also meant that she couldn’t press her legs together. Then, on the third time the ride began to make its ascent up, it made a mechanical jerking noise and stopped. “What’s going on?” Hannah asked her mother. Then she was answered by a PA announcement. “Please remain calm, the ride has come to a stop due to a mechanical failure. We are attempting to fix it and will be done shortly.” All the riders began to talk amongst themselves. How soon is “shortly?” What sort of error? Rachel was panicking, her bladder was ready to pop after those leaks. She knew there would already be little stains on her jeans. But when she looked over at her daughter, she could instantly tell she was in the same boat as well. “You need to pee too?” Rachel asked Hannah, causing her daughter to blush. “It’s alright, I wet myself a little when the ride dropped. I think I might just go.” “What?!?” Hannah asked, blushing even harder. She was doing the same thing her mother was, pressing her crotch against the restraint between her legs. Only Hannah’s squirming was more obvious, she was even trying to wrap her legs around each other, trying desperately to not let a single drop of piss out. “Yeah, who knows how long we might be up here, and besides it’s not like we’re the only ones to do it?” Rachel reasoned. Then, she let out a sigh, and Hannah watched in horror as a steady stream of piss emerged from underneath her mother, running down her legs and soaking the inside of her jeans, before trickling down to the ground below them. “I’m not doing that mom! I can’t believe you just did!” Hannah said, but it may be too late for her. Watching and hearing her mom's piss stream made her desperation that much worse. She saw a crowd gathering below the line. A crowd including her friends and their moms. She knew there were so many eyes on her, but there wasn’t much she could do besides press her crotch against the restraint, and this didn’t do much to help. They had been trapped for nearly ten manures now, she could tell the crew was working on the ride, but she could also tell she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Little trickles already began to escape out of her. Some just soaking into her panties, some running down her tan slender legs. “Hannah, just go, it’s okay.” Rachel told her, but Hannah wished she hadn’t. Hearing her mother say that made it almost impossible to stop the leaks now. They were constant, almost every two seconds, and growing stronger and lasting longer. Her crotch was soaked, and she knew her white shorts had to have become see through. But no matter how much she leaked she didn’t become any less desperate. From their height, she could see the fountain at the entrance of the park. The same fountain that made Beth piss herself. She never would’ve guessed at the time she would be in the same situation later. Pissing her shorts publicly. She wondered what Beth felt like, when the warmth blossomed against her crotch and ran down her legs. This thought, the sight of the fountain, and her desperation, all became too much for Hannah. She felt another leak, but this wasn’t a leak, it was the real deal and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Hannah squirmed and whined against the restraints. Her mother told her comforting words, but she could also hear the comments from the other riders, she knew people were pointing at her. The piss completely soaked her panties and shorts, there wasn’t an inch of dry fabric below her crotch area. She stuck her legs out as the piss ran down them, joining the rest that came out of her onto the ground, mixing with her mothers puddle. She wanted to cry like Beth did earlier. The warm wetness clung to her, as she felt the wind making her wet legs cold. Just as she finished her accident, the ride creaked again, then began to slowly descend. _______________________________________________________________________________ On the ground, Rachel surveyed the damage, she found out about the messes Wendy and Bellatrix made, and saw that her daughters shorts were so wet they were basically see through. The thin white denim clung to her daughter's legs and butt, and you could see her cheeks, and the thong she was wearing. Bethany, who had the first accident, was consoling her two friends who were still in tears over theirs. Wendy and Maria were handling their accidents better, but Maria was getting tired of the stares she was getting, and Wendy was clearly disgusted with herself. Everyone was in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes. “What a day huh?” Rachel asked, always trying to stay lighthearted in these sorts of situations. “Guess it’s time to head home, does anyone need to use the bathroom before we leave?”
  5. Hello! This story was originally posted on my patreon, and if you enjoy this one you can find the sequel up now! Please leave feedback and consider subscribing! Fall has always been Sofia’s favorite season. The leaves change color, the weather is cool, and not to mention the pumpkin spice. All of it. And she celebrated it every year with a few traditions. She always chose her Halloween outfit early, she always carved pumpkins, and she always took a trip to a corn maze. “I think we’re here.” Sofia’s boyfriend Jake told her, pulling the car into the parking lot. Besides being really hot, Jake was one of the sweetest guys Sofia had ever known. So when he asked her out a few weeks ago, she was happy to start a new relationship. Sofia was a catch too, with long brown hair and a body well toned from years of being on the swim team, Sofia was a beautiful girl in her last year at college. Today, in line with the fall spirit, she and Jake were wearing flannels and jeans, and boots for the dirt paths they would come across. The corn maze was at a local farm, and along with the maze there was a little market where vendors could sell knick-knacks and food. Sofia and Jake held hands as they made their way around the marketplace. The scents of fall were all around them, cinnamon, caramel, and of course, pumpkin. Sofia bought two pumpkin spiced coffee drinks while they made their way around, along with other little treats. Sofia saw a cute pair of earrings with her birth stone that she wanted, but didn’t feel like paying that much for. “I’m going to go find a bathroom real quick, don’t go anywhere.” Jake said, giving Sofia a quick kiss and leaving her on a bench to sip her coffee. As she sat there, Sofia began to feel her own bladder fill. The coffee was making its way through her, but it was only a minor sensation. Jake came back quickly, and she forgot all about her bladder when he gave her another kiss. “Are you ready for the maze?” Jake asked her. “Let’s go!” She said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the entrance. The maze was designed to take no more than an hour. Sofia, who considered herself a pro at corn mazes decided to take the lead. Jake was amused by her enthusiasm, especially when she came across a split with two different paths. She was confident in her decisions, and as they made their way deeper into the maze, she was sure she was on the right path. And she really hoped she was. The longer they walked, the more she could feel her bladder filling. They were only thirty minutes into the maze but coffee moved through her fast. What felt like a small annoyance when she was sitting on the bench had grown into a big problem. She wasn’t showing it yet, but Sofia needed to pee soon. She had this problem once before, and while it was a funny memory, she didn’t want a repeat of it. A few years ago during her freshman year of college, Sofia went to the maze with some friends. Because of how much they were goofing off, they found themselves lost in the maze for some time. Sofia kept complaining about how bad she needed to pee, and they told her to just suck it up and pee on the ground. Eventually she did, but it took a lot of cajoling and her friends promising to be lookouts. Sofia was terrified that someone would turn the corner and see her with her pants down, pissing on the ground, but no one did, and they made it out of there shortly after that. Sofia was not interested in repeating that episode anytime soon. So she became more focused on making it out of the maze as soon as possible. She went quiet, and got a serious look on her face that Jake quickly noticed. “Is everything alright?” He asked. “Huh? Oh yeah!” Sofia said before blushing. She knew that wasn’t good enough, Jake could tell something was up so she might as well say it. “Well, actually… I need to pee.” “Oh.” Jake said, blushing too. “Well uh, let’s get out of here then.” Sofia wondered why Jake acted so embarrassed when she said she needed to pee, but she didn’t think about it too hard. All her attention was focused on figuring out the maze and her aching bladder. They walked on relatively quietly for the next twenty minutes. The only noises being the sounds of birds, the cornstalks rustling in the wind, and other people in the maze. It wasn’t crowded, so in the worst case scenario Sofia could pop another squat like she did last time, but this time would add a whole new layer of embarrassment with her new boyfriend present. Despite the embarrassment, Sofia soon found it hard to hold back the flood without potty-dancing as she walked. She could tell Jake was trying to act normal about it, but he was still blushing hard. And it didn’t take long for her hands to start making their way to her crotch, for when a large spasm hit and she needed the extra pressure to keep from flooding her jeans. Her hands quickly moved away and she stood up straight when they passed another group that was doing the maze. “Hey, do you guys happen to know how much longer it might take to finish this?” Jake asked them. “From here? Maybe about another thirty minutes.” One of the guys in the group responded. “I’ve finished this maze before, it’s tricky and easy to get lost. But there’s a few ways out.” “If you want you can follow us!” One of the girls in the group told them. “Oh uh that’s fine! Thank you!” Sofia interjected. She didn’t know if she could hold it another thirty minutes, but if she couldn’t, then she didn’t want to have to piss on the ground in front of a group of strangers. She took Jake’s hand and they went a separate way from the group, hoping to find another, more private exit. With one hand she led Jake through the seemingly endless rows of cornstalks, and with the other, she pressed firmly between her legs, hoping to hold back the mounting pressure that was threatening to burst forth out of her. Sofia was becoming desperate to escape the maze now, she took every turn, hoping that one would be the exit and a way to a bathroom. But everywhere she looked it was just more and more corn. She was starting to panic, her feet moved rapidly and her hips swayed side to side as she struggled to maintain composure. She could tell little trickles were beginning to force themselves out into her panties. Little trickles for now, but they would soon be bigger. “Sofia, Sofia wait-” Jake said, causing her to stop in place, but continue dancing and now putting both her hands between her crotch. “You obviously need to go really bad.. So.. I think you should… I don’t want you to hurt yourself…” Jake was red in the face, clearly ashamed to say what he was thinking, but it was obvious. Sofia had been trying to deny it the whole time, but right now her only choices were to either piss her pants or piss on the ground. “I think so too…” Sofia said, she could feel more trickles seep into her panties and she even felt a few stray ones run down her legs. “I’ve done it before, in a corn maze I mean.” This caused Jake to become even redder somehow, but he quickly turned around and told her he’d keep watch. Sofia was in a rush against her bladder and time. When she moved her hands so she could undo her jeans, a big spurt made its way out. It soaked her panties and left a small mark the size of a baseball on the crotch of her jeans. But they were soon pulled down along with her panties, and a hard, strong stream rushed out of her crotch. The relief felt mind blowing. She was in a half squat, ass still in the air as the piss poured down onto the dry ground below. She could hear the loud hiss coming out of her as her swollen bladder emptied with incredible power. But soon she heard something far worse. “Someone’s coming! Hurry up!” Jake told her, still not turning around like a true gentleman. Sofia knew that she couldn’t hurry up, her bladder was nowhere near empty. But she couldn’t get caught pissing in the maze like this. She had to cover herself up before she exposed herself to some random person. So she tried her hardest to stop the stream and pull her pants back up in time, but she was only successful at one of these. Her pants got back up, but the stream kept going as strong as it was. Her panties got drenched almost instantly, and soon the small baseball sized stain on her jeans from before rapidly expanded. Before, her ass, legs, and privates felt cold, exposed to the autumn wind. Now they felt exceptionally warm, warmer than ever before. It felt as if she was taking a hot shower, but instead of being nude in a bath, she was soaking her jeans with piss. Jake had turned around now, and he was in shock. The fresh wet patch on his girlfriend's jeans ran all the way from her crotch, down both her legs, and into her boots. The back of them wasn’t any different, with the seat of her pants bearing a large wet patch of its own. As the shower in her jeans turned to a drizzle, Sofia saw the group from before turning around the corner where Jake was watching. She had pissed herself in front of her boyfriend, and now a group of strangers showed up to see her dripping wet in the aftermath. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ They turned out to be a particularly nice group of strangers after all, as their first encounter suggested. Nobody seemed to be grossed out by Sofia’s accident or gave her a hard time for it. The consensus was, accidents happen. And Jake comforted her the whole way out of the maze, and even gave her his flannel to tie around the front of her waist after she tied hers around the back. But Sofia still felt mortified the whole day, she apologized to Jake despite him telling her that wasn’t necessary, and was quiet the whole time they walked back to the car. “I should’ve just went to the bathroom with you earlier.” Sofia said, untying Jake’s flannel from the front of her waist before getting in his car. She kept hers on the back because she didn’t want to get his seat wet. “Honestly, I didn’t actually go to the bathroom earlier.” Jake said sheepishly. “I bought you something.” Jake reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of earrings, the same ones Sofia had wanted earlier. “Oh my god! Jake you didn’t have to get these!” She told him. “It’s alright, really, I wanted to.” Jake told her, before leaning in to kiss her. “You don’t think I’m gross right now?” Sofia asked in between kisses. “No, especially not now.” Jake said before sinking in for a deeper kiss. It was getting serious, but they were in the back of the parking lot with nobody around, basically next to a farm in the middle of nowhere. And so Jake didn’t hesitate to reach over the center console of the car and put his hand on the inside of his girlfriend's leg. “You think it’s hot don’t you?” Sofia gasped, short of breath and teasing her boyfriend now. “Is that why you were so shy earlier? When I said I needed to pee?” “Yeah, I think it’s really hot.” Jake’s voice was husky now, and his hand made its way up her thigh to her wet crotch, before giving it a firm squeeze. “And honestly? I thought it was hot when you were dancing around too, holding yourself, trying not to wet your panties.” “Wow, aren’t you a perv?” She giggled, grinding her hips against his hand, loving the feeling of the warm wet friction created. “Well lucky for you, my panties are soaked now.” Jake unzipped her fly and plunged his hand into her jeans as he kissed her neck. This caused Sofia to moan louder than she expected. His hand pulled her panties aside as his fingers played with her wet clit. His hand felt amazing, and Sofia grinding up into it with force, trying to match the tempo he was playing with her with. Then, he stuck a finger inside her, and this caused her pleasure to reach even newer heights. “Jake… Jake I’m going to-” Sofia moaned raspily. “Do it.” Jake told her, before returning to sucking on her neck. Sofia felt a similar feeling to what she felt in her pants earlier, warmth exploding everywhere. But this time the relief felt even better. Her legs shook as her orgasm rolled over her, and Jake's hand remained pressed against her clit as the waves of squirt flooded her jeans for the second time today. As she came down, she was exhausted, and leaning back in the passenger seat of the car, she felt the warm wet mess her panties had become underneath her. “I have a present for you too.” Sofia said. “If you can make me cum again when we get back to your place, I’ll let you keep my panties.” “I’d love that.” Jake said. “Especially if you pissed them again.” Sofia just laughed. “That can be arranged.”
  6. Hello! This story was based on a commission by one of my patreon subscribers. If you want a story like this, check out my patreon and if you pledge just $5 dollars a month you can get your own commissioned story! If you enjoy this and just want to see more like it, consider pledging $3 dollars and get full access to all my stories and any future ones I'll post on there! Without any further ado, here's the story! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Fuck! No!” Jen wanted to cry, she couldn’t believe what was happening. She was frozen in place, unable to take another step because her legs had to stay pressed together with her hands jammed between them. If she tried to move at all, she would feel hot spurts escape into her panties. “C’mon it’s so close!” Camille told her friend. Camille could tell there were people watching, not many, but they definitely took an interest in what was happening. And that fact burned Jen. All of these people…standing around… about to watch her… That fear just transitioned from her mind into reality. She couldn’t hold the flood back any longer. She felt the intense warmth and wetness explode against her crotch and her hands that were pressed against it, before it ran down the inside and back of her jeans. She was pissing herself in the middle of the mall, right near the bathrooms. Jen hated thinking about that memory, but it made sense why it came up. Her and Camille were on their way to the mall again, for the first time since her accident. Camille was a huge help for Jen when it happened, comforting her friend and helping her get home. But ever since then, she’s started teasing Jen a bit about it. She would say things like “Are you sure you don’t want to stop and use the potty first?” And “Be careful drinking so much, don’t want a repeat of the mall!” And truthfully, Jen has been thinking more about her bladder as well. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she worried if she would make it to the toilet in time. She’d had a few close calls since, nothing like the mall, but her anxiety about her bladder was so bad that she decided to do something somewhat drastic. “I mean I think it’s a good idea, plus they look cute on you!” Camille told Jen, causing her to blush bright red. She couldn’t believe what she was wearing, but there she was, standing in the doorway of Camille’s bedroom showing off her brand new “incontinence panties” or as Camille liked to call them… “Are you wearing your pull-ups?” Camille asked Jen before taking a sip of her iced coffee. Jen blushed just like she did when she first got them. She was wearing them, right underneath her red, floral print skirt. She just nodded at her friend, and fiddled with the hem of her skirt, causing her friend to laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine.” Camille took off her sunglasses to reveal her green eyes, her curly, light brown hair fell past her shoulders almost touching the white crop top she was wearing with her light washed jeans. Jen was always jealous of her friend's hair and eyes. She was a darker brunette, and her eyes matched, but Camille always assured her that she was more attractive than she thought. Today the two young women were on the hunt for deals, the mall they frequented was never that busy, so the stores always had great sales to bring customers in, and since it was the beginning of summer they had to get some fresh styles. Camille led the way of course, she was always the more bold and outgoing of the two, but ever since Jen’s accident she had been more demure. And secretly wearing a pull-up instead of panties, a difference she could feel with every step, made her more shy. It wasn’t long before Jen first felt the tingling in her bladder. She had coffee as well, but finished hers sooner than Camille. She knew Camille would be desperate to pee soon too, and she didn’t want to admit she had to use the bathroom so soon after arriving at the mall. But Jen also didn’t want to actually wet her pull-up. The thought made her shiver, Camille would tease her relentlessly, but at least it would beat pissing her jeans. Jen was correct in assuming Camille would have to go soon, she had actually needed to use the bathroom before they even entered the mall. But she wasn’t worried, she knew there were bathrooms close by and she would use them soon. Camille always held her pee until the last minute, she was usually too wrapped up in whatever she was doing to bother using the toilet. And honestly? She sometimes enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder. But that coffee she had was starting to affect not only her bladder, but her bowels as well. And this feeling was more unpleasant, but she still chose bouncing around the store looking at cute outfits over heading to the bathroom, until Jen finally spoke up and said something. “Hey uh, Cam… do you think we could go to uhh…” Jen fiddled with the hem of her skirt again, she was clearly too ashamed to ask but Camille knew what her friend needed. “Of course, I really need to go too.” Camille told her friend, which seemed to relieve Jen. But unable to pass up the chance to tease her, Camille added. “Why don’t you just go right now though? No point in running all the way to the toilet?” Jens blush returned even harder and Camille just snickered. Maybe it was karma, but when Camille got to the bathroom, what she saw made her jealous of Jen and her pull-ups. “Out of order?!?” Jen read the sign on the bathroom door out loud. “It’s fine. We can just head to the other bathroom.” Camille said through gritted teeth, her need to piss was really bad, but it was her bowels that were really troubling her. “Are you sure? It’s really far.” Jen asked. “Well, what other choice do we have?” Camille responded, bouncing from leg to leg. “I mean, maybe we could just go back to the car and you can pee in the parking lot like you always do…” Jen offered. “And I can just use…you know…” “I would Jen, the only problem is I have to do more than pee.” Camille told her, causing Jen to simply reply “Oh.” And go quiet, before the two set off to find the bathroom on the other side of the mall. Jen’s need to pee was intense, not as bad as her first accident, but she knew she had to find the toilet fast. She could tell Camille was in an even worse position, her friend was openly grabbing her crotch, and she only did that when she really needed to pee. Usually when she was at home and about to run to the bathroom, or when she was ready to go hide somewhere, pull her pants and panties down, and piss on the ground. But neither of those options were available right now. Jen’s thoughts stopped when Camille stopped suddenly, she saw her friend take a big breath and squeeze her crotch tighter than before, contorting her body in a desperate attempt to hold her piss in. “I think I just leaked, like really bad.” Camille told her friend. “We really need to get there soon.” Camille looked at the stores around her, and she came to a terrible realization. They’ve been going the wrong way! “Fuck, we went the wrong way…” Camille told Jen. Jen groaned and turned around to look to see where they were, she fiddled with her skirt and bounced around. She felt like she was going to leak any minute as well. “What are we going to do?” Jen looked back at Camille, and she could see by the look on her face it was too late. It was just like Jen’s accident, the way the wetness seeped from her crotch down her legs, spreading across the back, running down into her shoes and socks and puddling on the floor. Jen could remember the warm wet feel of her accident and she knew Camille was feeling the same thing as well. Camille felt bad for teasing her friend so much about her accident, now that she was experiencing much the same thing. Her jeans were drenched, and it was obvious to anyone who saw her what had happened. The wet denim clung to her legs just like her panties clung to her crotch. She gave up any last bit of control of her bladder and let the piss flow. She looked at Jen, and saw her friend's face burning red, but she didn’t immediately know why. She saw tears form in Jen’s eyes, and her legs spread apart and her knees buckled somewhat. That’s when Camille realized that Jen was having an accident of her own in her pull-up. Jen stumbled backwards onto a bench nearby, as she sat she felt the material of the pull-up squish against her nether regions. That was the final straw, it became impossible to hold back. All the piss that she had been holding for hours began roaring into the pull-up. She felt as she did for her previous accident, like there were a million eyes on her, even though this time it was more likely they’d be in Camille. But even though it was relatively hidden, this accident still humiliated Jen. She could feel the material of the pull-up swell underneath her, until it couldn’t take any more. Then, she felt her thighs begin to get wet, she was pissing so much that the pull-up had begun to leak, and drip through the bench onto the ground beneath her. Even though both girls were soaked, Camille was still set on finding the bathroom. One accident was bad enough for her, she didn’t need to completely soil her clothes. She took Jen’s hand and helped her stand up, watching little drops of piss run down her friends legs past her skirt. “C’mon, I still need to go.” Camille said before dragging her soggy, upset friend along by the hand. Every step Camille took she felt her socks squish in her wet shoes, and she felt the wet fabric of her panties rub against her. She wanted nothing more than to take them off as soon as possible, the dampness wasn’t only uncomfortable, but it was making it harder to hold what was in her bowels. Camille had to hold herself again like she did when she had to pee, only this time she pressed a hand firmly against her wet behind, and it was far less effective. She was losing the battle and she knew it. Jen hoped her friend could make it, she knew how humiliated Camille felt after wetting herself, but she couldn’t imagine how it would feel to do that. Camille had been leading the way the entire time, but her speed walk had slowed down, and now it was more of a waddle. Her friend was almost doubled over, red in the face, using all her power to keep her bowels from exploding in her pants. That’s when Jen saw it, the bathroom sign, it was too late for her and Camille’s bladders, but at least her friend would make it without a load in her panties. At least, that’s what Jen thought, until she looked back at Camille and realized her friend was frozen in place, now it was Jen’s turn to offer encouragement, to urge her to make it to the relief that was so close. But Camille’s relief was coming now, it was impossible to stop it, the warm, solid log of poop had breached and made contact with her panties, beginning to squish between her ass and tight jeans. Camille realized she lost, there she was, standing so close to the restrooms as she grunted and filled her panties. Jen finally saw her friend move, but not towards the bathroom, but next to a trash can. Camille squatted down, hiding from any potential spectators, before grunting and completely releasing her bowels into her pants. The mess felt even warmer than her pee, and she felt it spread all across her ass. She was going as if she was on the toilet at home, but she wasn’t, she was squatting next to a trash can at the mall. Her hands were on her face in shame, once she had finished, she stood up and felt the mess move around, some of it even dripped down her leg. Jen felt terrible for her friend, not only did her jeans have a gigantic wet patch, there was also a noticeable, smelly, brown bulge in the back. She led Camille into the bathroom, and helped her friend clean up as much as they could. They ended up abandoning Camille’s panties and Jordan’s pull-up in the bathroom trash can, and left the mall dirty, soaked, and humiliated!
  7. Chapter 2 of my story about Jordan and her friends, I decided to upload this separately since this chapter features a sex scene and I wanted to add that warning. Check out my Patreon for more stories like this and my twitter account @OmoFan5 for captions and other omo content! Jordan knew college would be a time for experimentation and new experiences, but she never could’ve imagined this. “Ugh, I need to pee so bad, I’m almost jealous of you Jordan.” Her friend and roommate in the front seat Grace joked. “Well, did you bring any extras?” Jordan’s other friend who was driving, Will, asked. “I thought you did! Well, looks like you better make that one last until we get back home.” Grace turned around to look at her friend. An outside observer would probably have no clue what they were talking about, if you looked at Jordan you would just see a tall, athletic, brunette young woman wearing a baby blue hoodie, and a white tennis skirt. But it was what she had on underneath the skirt that made her blush at her friend's sentence. “It’s fine, I’m still dry.” Jordan told the two in the front, who then congratulated her for that, which made her blush even harder. Jordan was wearing a pull-up, for the past two months now she had worn them regularly, with support and encouragement from her roommate Grace and her new boyfriend Will. Jordan had become fond of the feeling of a wet pull-up, and she knew both her friend and boyfriend enjoyed her “accidents” as well. “Well if she’s still dry maybe she can take it off and give it to you.” Will joked. “What! Then I’ll have nothing else underneath!” Jordan protested. “Yeah, but I’m sure that’s what he wants, the perv.” Grace teased, causing Will to just shrug his shoulders. “Besides, I can hold it.” “Are you trying to say I can’t?” Jordan asked. “I mean…” Will began, causing them to all start laughing. “Wait, don't make me laugh, I'm actually about to pee,” Grace said. “Wait, we're here finally, thank God.” Jordan looked out the front window to see they arrived at a gravel parking lot. The three of them planned to do a quick hike then a picnic, they decided to do this during the afternoon on a school day so there wouldn’t be that many people present, and they were indeed the only car in the lot. Will knew the trail, and he’d be the one leading the way. “C'mon let’s get the stuff out of the car.” Will told them, popping the trunk and unlocking the doors. Once she stood up Jordan felt a pressure in her bladder she hadn’t felt while sitting in the car. She would need to pee soon too. When she went around to the trunk to help get out the things for the picnic they were having later, she saw Grace dancing around dramatically. Standing must’ve made her need to go worse too. Grace was blonde, paler, and a bit shorter than Jordan, but she was in good shape as well and she had thicker thighs and a rounder butt than her roommate. She was wearing a hoodie as well, but it was a black zip up one, and she had on a pair of jean shorts that she had both hands firmly clamped between. “What’s wrong Grace? Are you going to have an accident?” Jordan enjoyed seeing her roommate desperate to pee for a change, and it wasn’t often she got to tease someone else for their desperation. “Nah, I could hold it longer probably, I’m just really really REALLY full.” Grace said, still dancing around. Jordan noticed Will watching Grace, staring at her legs and ass as she moved them every which way. But this didn’t make her jealous, she actually sort of liked it. Jordan couldn’t really tell you what sort of relationship the three of them had, but whatever it was it was fun. “Well let’s get going then, the site is like a thirty minute walk.” Will said, before walking into the woods leading the way. Even though they were pretty sure they were the only ones there, Grace wanted to be further into the woods before she peed. Jordan walked behind her, watching her bounce and sway as she took small steps. Grace kept complaining and whining about her desperation, but Jordan kept quiet about hers. She could’ve gone at any time, but she would have to stop walking and that would make it extremely obvious what she was doing. Also she didn’t want to use the pull-up too soon, since it was the only one they had and she had nothing to change into if she soaked it. As the group came up along a small creek, the running water seemed to have pushed Grace to her limit. “Oh fuck I need to piss, okay I’m gonna go.” Jordan and Will both watched as Grace unzipped the fly on her shorts, quickly pulling them down as she squatted close to the ground. She used one hand to brace herself against a tree behind her, and the other hand to pull her shorts and panties up out of the way. This gave Jordan and Will a clear sight of her pussy, slightly glistening with a few thin blonde hairs around it. Jordan looked over at will and saw him staring, again, she didn’t feel jealous at all, and was in fact excited at the growing bulge in his shorts. But even more exciting was the sight in front of her. Jordan looked back at her best friend's pussy, she saw it quiver, and then a strong, clear stream burst forth from between her lips. Grace sighed and looked up to the sky as the piss cascaded out of her furiously, the stream hitting the ground beneath her sounded louder than the creek they were standing by. This sight, these noises, were all too much for Jordan in the moment. She was still staring at Grace’s stream, but she began to feel the piss trickle out of her into her diaper. She spread her legs slightly and she gave up control to fully wet her diaper. She was used to the feeling by now, the warm softness snuggled up against her skin. Usually Grace or Will could tell when she was using her pull-up, but they were both too distracted to notice right now. Will was still staring at Grace as her stream died down. Grace sighed again, before standing up slightly, shaking her butt to get rid of any extra drops still left on her, and pulling her pants and panties back up. “That’s so much better, it’s been a while since I peed in the woods. It’s fun!” Grace told them. Jordan finished her pee about the same time that Grace did. It wasn’t that much, she could probably use the pull-up again if she needed to. Still, the thought of her being wet and Grace and Will not knowing was exciting her for some reason. “Are we close to the spot?” Grace asked Will, he seemed to snap out of a trance he’d been in ever since she first pulled her shorts down. “What- oh uh it’s a little bit further down.” Will said before blushing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Grace pee, again the relationship between the three of them was a bit odd, but he obviously still enjoyed it a lot. Will led the girls into a clearing in the woods, there was soft grass and wildflowers all around them. “Wow, this is really nice.” Grace said. “Yeah, I always wanted to come here with…someone…” Will told them. “Well, can we get the food out? I’m starving!” Jordan asked. The three of them laid out and enjoyed the lunch Jordan had made for them, it wasn’t anything fancy, just sandwiches, fruits, cheese, and crackers. And of course they drank water, and of course Jordan felt her bladder fill up, but she wasn’t the only one. “Be right back, I’m gonna go pee.” Will sat up and said. “Oh! I want to watch!” Grace told him. “Yeah me too!” Jordan agreed. Will had a shocked look on his face, then he blushed. “Uh.. okay… well I guess I can just do it right here then?” He replied. “Wait! I have a better idea!” Grace said before crawling over to Jordan. Jordan was just laying on her front, and had no idea what her friend was planning to do, until Grace flipped up Jordan’s skirt and revealed her still slightly damp pull-ups. “Wait, did you use this without telling us?” Grace asked. “I mean yeah? What do I have to ask permission?” Jordan responded. “I like that idea, but not now,” Grace told her before turning to Will who was obviously enjoying the sight of Jordan’s wet diapered bottom, “I want you to use her diaper.” “What?!?” Will and Jordan said in unison. “Sit up Jordan, I’m going to open up the front of your pull-up and Will is going to pee into it, c'mon it will be fun.” Jordan and Will both blushed, but they both agreed, it did sound fun. So Jordan got on her knees, her skirt just kept getting in the way so she and Grace decided to just take it off completely. Grace knelt behind her, and reached between Jordan’s legs and rubbed the soft wet material of the diaper, getting a low moan out of her friend. “Okay, you ready Will?” Grace asked. Will gulped and nodded, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was partially hard, from all the teasing the girls had put him through, but still not fully due to his desperate need to piss. Grace grabbed the waistband of Jordan’s pull-ups and pulled them forward to reveal the slightly yellow tinged interior of the diapers. Will closed his eyes, took a deep sign, and then a golden arch emerged from the tip of his cock. Grace laughed and Jordan gasped as the hot liquid made contact with her skin. He was basically pissing on Jordan, and letting the piss run down off her skin into the diaper. Will opened his eyes to this sight, the two hottest girls he knew looking up at him as he pissed on one of them. Then, Jordan felt the piss that was in her bladder start to make its way out of her, and she let it. She sighed again as her piss began to flow into the already saturated material. The warmth and wetness of all of it pressed against her was incredible. Will’s stream was dying down and the last few trickles hit the ground beneath him as he shook them off. But Jordan’s piss kept roaring into her pull-up, even though it was never designed to hold this much liquid. It was already leaking out of the sides and down her legs but she didn’t care, the pleasure was incredible. “Wow, this thing is soaked!” Grace said as she pressed it up against Jordan, Jordan didn’t respond, she just shut her eyes and sat down into Grace’s hand, grinding her clit against the soft, squishy pull-up. It was so saturated that it was basically falling off of Jordan’s body, and Grace’s hand was the only thing keeping it up. “I guess you’re enjoying this huh?” Grace said. Jordan opened her eyes and looked up at Will, who was still standing over them with his cock in his hand. Only now it was fully hard, and he was clearly stroking it. “Oh uh sorry I just-” Will stammered before being cut off by Jordan. “Don’t be sorry, it’s hot as fuck.” Jordan moaned as she kept grinding against Grace’s hand, completely losing all shame and focusing solely on increasing her pleasure. Her encouragement seemed to have an effect on Will, as the head of his cock began leaking again, this time with pre-cum. “You guys should help each other out Jordan, why don’t you take this off?” Grace pressed up into the soggy pull-up again causing Jordan to whine. Then she removed her hand and tugged on the waistband. “C’mon I want to watch you two fuck.” Jordan and Will locked eyes, Will looked too nervous to say anything but Jordan could tell how badly he wanted it, and she did too. Still keeping eye contact, she laid back into Jordan’s lap and nodded. Will took this chance to kneel down as well, cock still poking through the fly in his shorts as he hooked his fingers around Jordan’s pull-ups and tugged them off. Now, Jordan was lying in her roommates arms in the middle of the woods, completely bottomless and covered in her and the boy who’s about to fuck her’s piss. Will took off his shorts and got between Jordan’s legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, and both of them moaned, until Jordan was cut off unexpectedly by a kiss from Grace. When she pulled back they were both in shock and out of breath. “I’m sorry this is just so hot.” Grace told them. “Just fuck her already Will.” Will took that cue to finally slip the tip of his cock inside of Jordan. They both groaned, until Grace told Will to kiss her. Will tried to get closer to Grace in order to do this, and doing so he pushed himself deeper into Jordan. This caused her to moan incredibly loud, so loud in fact that Grace put her hand over her friend's mouth as she continued to kiss Will. “Geez you sound like a pornstar,” Grace said as she broke the kiss. “Fuck her like one Will.” Will locked eyes with Jordan again, both of them sweaty and panting, before Will dipped his head down and they locked their mouths in a deep passionate kiss, as Will continued to thrust his hips in and out of Jordan. Her legs rising up around his torso, Grace, not wanting to be fully left out of the action, started to grope her friend's tits underneath her shirt. Jordan continued to moan, but they were being muffled by Will’s mouth. As they kept getting louder, Grace rubbed and pinched Jordan’s nipple with her hand. “I think she’s about to cum, keep it up.” She instructed Will, this caused Will to pick up the pace, and Jordan was lost in ecstasy. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she could only moan words of encouragement, urging Will to continue as the wave of pleasure finally reached its crest. Then it broke, and she felt her orgasm rock through her body, the most intense one of her life. She shook with pleasure, her bladder released the little bit of piss still in it and the warmth wrapped around Will’s cock. This took him to his limit too, and Grace felt more warmth squirt inside of her. Will removed himself from Jordan and rolled over to collapse on the ground next to the girls. “Holy fuck.” he said. “That was…. Shit I’m sorry I came inside you.” Will said, bolting upright in fear. “It’s okay she’s on the pill.” Grace spoke for her friend, Jordan was exhausted, lying in her friend's lap in pure bliss. “Looks like you did a good job.” “Yeah.. you did…” Jordan confirmed. “Thank you, both of you, you guys are amazing.” “Thank you!” Will blurted out, “You too Grace, this is like… wow.” “Okay you two, clean yourselves up.” Grace chuckled, before picking up Jordan’s skirt and soaking wet pull-up. “Actually Jordan I don’t know how we’re gonna clean you up, or what you’re going to wear under your skirt.” “Oh it’s fine, I don’t need anything else underneath.” Jordan yawned. “Let’s get going, I’m exhausted.” “I bet you are, let's get going so we can go to bed.” Grace winked at Will.
  8. Most likely! I was thinking about making this a series based on the response I got.
  9. Hey everyone! It's been a while but I'm glad to be back with a new story! As always let me know what you think, and follow me on twitter where I post captions, its @omofan5 or Omorashi Captions. Enjoy! Jordan shifted in her chair, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, but she knew it was necessary. “Oh my God Jordan! There’s no way!” Her friend and roommate Grace laughed. The two girls were in their bathroom, Grace was standing, facing the toilet where Jordan was sitting. But Jordan wasn’t using the toilet, she had no need to, at least, not anymore. “I…” Jordan began before trailing off, then she started to laugh as well. Despite not using the toilet, her shorts were around her ankles, but her panties were still on. Her panties, gray, and soaking wet. “I guess I had an accident!” Jordan laughed. The two friends had been sitting on the couch, showing each other Tik-Toks when they saw one that was so ridiculous, they both couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually, they were laughing at how hard they were laughing, then, Jordan quickly stopped laughing, and ran to the bathroom with a hand pressed between her legs and a trail of piss following her. That was the first accident, at the time Jordan didn’t really think much of it. She just showered, changed into some new clothes, and moved on. It wasn’t a big deal to piss yourself from laughing too hard, it happened all the time! Besides, she hadn’t even gone that much, the stain on her panties was about the size of a baseball and the stain on her shorts much smaller. But then there was the second time… Jordan and Grace had just finished eating dinner, the two girls had a pasta dish that Grace had made, along with a little bit of wine. Since Grace had made the meal, Jordan was the one doing the dishes. Jordan had felt the urge to pee throughout ever since she finished her first glass of wine, but that didn’t stop her from having two more. The urge wasn’t that strong though, and Jordan figured she could finish the dishes before using the bathroom. That’s what she figured at least… the sound of running water and the warm wet feeling on her hands must’ve weakened the hold she had on her bladder. Because before she even knew what was happening, Jordan could feel a warm trickle running down the leg of her jeans. More trickles like that began, and Jordan realized what was going on. Quickly she shut off the water, stuck a hand between her legs, and pressed them firmly together, but it was too late. Grace watched her roommate attempt to hobble her way to the bathroom, but when she saw the size of the wet stain blossoming on the back of Jordan’s light gray sweatpants, and the trail of piss she left behind her, she knew that by the time she got to the toilet there would be almost nothing left. Grace walked into the bathroom to once again see her friend sitting on the toilet with wet baby blue panties, these ones more soaked than the last. “I don’t know what happened… I was just washing the dishes…” Jordan began. “Don’t worry it’s fine, clean yourself up I’ll deal with the rest.” Grace said. Jordan was lucky Grace was so understanding, most people would’ve been upset to have to clean up their roommates piss. But Grace actually didn’t seem to mind and was more concerned about how Jordan was doing, but the girl with the wet panties tried to assure her that it was just another accident and that she was fine. But when Jordan shifted in her seat again, she heard a slight crinkle. She burned red and looked around to see if anyone could tell. Luckily, everyone was too distracted with the exam. This caused Jordan to remember the last exam she took in a different class a few days ago. Jordan understood why you can’t just let people get up to go use the bathroom during an exam, but that rule was really, REALLY, causing her problems right now. While she was cramming before class, she went through her entire liter water bottle, twice. She tried to finish the exam as fast as she could (while still getting the answers right) while trying to not be so obvious about her dying need to pee. Finally, once she finished she practically ran out of the classroom, to the toilet in the building, only to see it was closed! Apparently all the toilets in the building were closed for some sort of maintenance. This meant Jordan had to walk back to her dorm, hand between her jean clad legs the entire walk. Until she made it to her building, up the stairs, and then when she finally got to her door… Jordan’s face burned red again, this time at the memory. She couldn’t get her key out of her bag, she was fumbling for it as her bladder screamed. She was so close, so close to relief, to the toilet, that she just couldn’t take it anymore. She felt the cold metal of the key touch her hand, then, she felt a warmth blossom in the crotch and seat of her jeans. She grabbed the key, and the warmth kept spreading. As she put the key in the knob she felt it pool in her shoes, soaking her socks, and she heard the sound of drops of liquid hitting the ground. She turned the key, opened the door, and hobbled inside. Looking down, Jordan could see her accident clear as day. And so could Grace. Jordan recalled how she explained her predicament to her roommate, the broken toilet, the fumbling for the key. But Grace seemed to be worried. “This is your third accident in a week, are you sure you’re fine?” Grace asked. “Oh yeah of course.” Jordan replied. “I mean accidents happen, I don't feel too upset about it.” “No I mean, like… your bladder,” Grace said. “Are you sure it’s okay? Like you don’t have any problems ‘holding it’ right?” Of course Jordan told her she didn’t, but when she shifted in her seat again, Jordan felt the proof that Grace didn’t believe her. Jordan thought she had bought them as a joke, but she soon realized that Grace was serious about the package she had bought from the drug store. “You actually think I need those? C’mon you’re joking.” Jordan told her friend. “I’m serious.” Grace said. “C’mon it’s better than pissing yourself right?” Jordan was able to dodge the subject for a few more days, until one night when Grace’s words rang through Jordan’s head. Grace had had a long day and decided that she needed a long, relaxing, bath to unwind. Jordan respected that, but just wished she would cut the bath a little short because Jordan really needed to piss! Curled up on the couch, Jordan tried her best to get her mind off of her bladder, she watched Netflix, then switched to YouTube. She tried doing some homework, but constantly having to shift and readjust kept distracting her. As the minutes ticked on she realized she was getting more and more desperate, as desperate as she was when she had her recent accidents. “What am I worried about?” Jordan thought. But as she felt her bladder press against the waistband of her sweatpants, Jordan did worry. She worried about whether or not she did have a bladder problem. About whether or not she could keep her panties dry. She pressed her legs together and looked over at the package on the table. Did she really need those? Jordan remembered the warm wet feeling that spread in her panties when she wet herself, what would it feel like to piss in those? These thoughts caused Jordan’s body to betray her. Feeling a warm jet of piss shoot out of her and into her panties, Jordan curled up into a ball on the couch, grabbing her crotch as tight as she could to prevent any more from escaping. She didn’t even think she could make it to the toilet if she tried now. Standing up as carefully as she could, Jordan felt another burst of piss, longer and more powerful, make its way down her leg, staining her pants on the journey. Jordan looked over at the package on the table and waddled towards it. Any hope of preventing an accident was gone but at least she could prevent a mess. Luckily for Jordan, she was able to tear the package easily with one hand and pull one of them out. Then, clenching her muscles as tight as possible she pulled down her pants and panties, and stepped into the thing she was protesting a few days earlier she didn’t need. It felt warmer and wetter than Jordan had expected, but also more absorbent. A loud hiss filled the room but no sounds of pattering on the floor. The feeling was intense, warmth and wetness suddenly pooled around her nether regions. Jordan grabbed the chair in front of her and spread her legs as she moaned and pushed her piss into the material of the diaper. The design on the front faded, but Jordan’s eyes were screwed so tight she didn’t even notice. So tight, she didn’t even notice Grace enter the room. Watching her nineteen year old roommate stand in the middle of the floor and fill a pull-up with piss. After that Jordan and Grace came to an agreement. Jordan didn’t want to actually have to wear the diapers (it was hard trying to argue that point while wearing a soaked pull-up) but Grace insisted she at least try them. So they agreed that whenever Jordan left the house to go to class, she would wear a pull-up. She was allowed to take it off to use the toilet whenever she could make it, this was simply a test to prove she could stay dry. This was the hardest test yet for Jordan. She was only halfway through the exam but her bladder already felt as it did on the couch, on the verge of bursting. This time she was already wearing the diapers, but she had to keep them dry. The only thing she could do was hold. Not only did she want to prove Grace wrong, she also knew that if she pissed in her pull-up right now it would be so loud. And even worse, the hot guy that sits next to her and stares at her all class would definitely notice. So Jordan powered on, the silence unbearable as she tried her best not to fidget, not to make it obvious that she was using every ounce of will not to flood her diapers with piss. She quietly unbuttoned the top button of her jeans to try to gain some relief. She looked over at the hot guy who was staring at her earlier, and once again his eyes darted away, however this time his face was burning red. He definitely saw her do that, but right now Jordan didn’t care. Well, she told herself she didn’t care, but she also burned red when she realized that this guy could definitely tell she had to pee. Instead of worrying about that guy though, Jordan should’ve been more focused on her bladder, she felt the first leak, short, but powerful and unintentional. She was losing the fight and she knew it. She pressed her legs together tightly to regain control and pondered what she was going to do. “Shit, I wet it.” Jordan realized. She failed, that little spurt was proof that she needed diapers. Of course Grace wouldn’t check, but Jordan would be honest, and thankful. Thankful that she’s in a position where she would be soaking a diaper, and not her panties and jeans. But still, she didn’t want to soak her diaper. It was just a pull-up, not meant to hold the amount of piss Jordan had held up in her bladder. Also, Jordan knew that if she lost full control, it would be loud. The hissing sound of the piss hitting the diaper would be noticeable at least those sitting near her. But when Jordan saw one of her classmates get up to hand in her test, and heard the commotion it caused, she came up with a plan. She waited, legs crossed and eyes peeled for the next person to put their pencil down and begin to pack up. Right when she saw one of the boys sitting two desks away from her finish his test, she let control over her bladder go. Jordan almost wanted to moan over how good it felt, between the relief of being able to lighten her aching bladder, and the soft wetness of the diaper pressed against her pussy, Jordan couldn’t help but blush as she followed the guy with her eyes out of the room. Starting the stream was the easy part, the hard part was stopping. Jordan was still furiously pissing when the door closed, and she needed to stop immediately unless she wanted to alert those around her. But that was easier said than done. Once she stopped little trickles still kept coming out, and she was more desperate than ever now. She had made a mistake, her eyes stung with desperation as her piss continued to trickle out as the stream regained power. Jordan knew she was out of options, and only fighting the inevitable. And so, she gave in. She closed her eyes and let all the stress and pressure that had built up inside her over the past few hours be released. Jordan let out a huge sigh as she felt the river of piss flow over her nether regions, and pool there and against her ass. The piss that didn’t soak into the diaper simply sat pressed against her skin, staying warm with her body heat. It was just like before when she wet the diaper in her house, the same intense pleasure. But that wasn’t the only sensation that returned. It was exactly what Jordan was afraid of, the stream came out with so much power that the faint sound of its liquid hitting the padding of a diaper, and this was loud. Definitely loud enough for people around her to hear it. But just then, the boy who sat next to her stood up, not only that, but when he stood up his chair fell backwards and made a loud clang that startled everyone in the room. “My bad!” The boy said before trying to fix his seat, also somewhat loudly. This entire time Jordan had been pissing in her diaper, and now the stream was turning into a trickle. Any sounds that would’ve been coming from her crotch would’ve been silenced by his antics. Everybody stared at him as he turned his test in and left the room. Shifting in her seat, Jordan felt how hot and soggy she had just made the diaper, and was afraid of what now. What if she leaked? What if she would have to waddle her way out of class? Deciding to put those thoughts off for now, she realized she only had thirty more minutes to finish her exam and got to work with urgency. Luckily, her pull-up didn’t leak when she stood up, but it was odd to feel the wet, heavy material shift against her skin. She did have to walk a little funny, but nothing too noticeable hopefully. When Jordan left the classroom, she realized she might have been noticed. The boy who sat next to her was still sitting outside the room, waiting for her. When she came out he looked up from his phone and walked up to her. “Uh, hey how’s it going?” The boy asked her. “My name Will, I know we never really talked before but I thought since…” The way he trailed off, and the way he was sneaking looks at her crotch made Jordan realize he had known what he was doing. He tipped the chair open on purpose so nobody would hear the sound of her piss hitting the diaper. But that means he had heard it, which caused Jordan to burn red. Jordan had caught him staring at the bulge the diaper made in her pants, but when she looked down she noticed one in his too. “Thank you, by the way.” Jordan said, feeling bold after seeing what effect she had on him. He was still a cute guy, and if liked the fact that Jordan pissed her diaper in class then what's the harm? But this acknowledgment made the boy's face turn bright red, and the bulge in his pants grew bigger, so much so that he had to try to adjust himself. This just made Jordan giggle. “D-don’t mention it.” Will told her. “Do you want my number? Just in case we have any questions about class or anything?” Jordan asked him, and she thought he was about to pass out. By the time Jordan made it back to her apartment, Grace was sitting in the living room watching TV. “How was your test? Did you stay dry?” Grace teased her roommate. “You tell me.” Jordan responded, before unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off right there. “Oh my God you’re soaked! How much did you piss???” Grace ran up to her friend to inspect the pull-up, she pressed against the front and squeezed. “It feels like it’s about to leak, and it’s still warm too!” “Yeah I may have pissed in it some more on the way home but oh well.” Jordan said. “That’s what they’re for right?” “Oh? So you’re fine with wearing them now?” Grace teased while still feeling the wet pull-up. “Yeah actually, now hold on, let me go change.” Jordan said, before walking over to the pack of pull-ups, grabbing a fresh one, and heading to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Jordan checked herself out in the mirror. She always knew she looked good, tall, brunette, athletic, and the soggy pull-up hanging between her legs didn’t seem to change that. She thought about Will, she had given him her number earlier, but she hadn’t texted him yet. So, she snapped a selfie of her standing in the full length mirror, soaked pull-up clearly visible between her toned, tan legs. “Thanks again for earlier.” Was all she said as she sent that picture along to him.
  10. “OH COME ON I HIT HIM LIKE FOUR TIMES!!!” Amber didn’t know what made her more furious, her screen showing that she died, her friends laughing in her headphones about it, or the fact that she definitely shot that dude in the head but the game chose not to register. It was probably the last one, but her friends' taunting didn’t help. “And you guys can shut up!” She responded “At least I finished in the top 20! Joseph died when he dropped in!” “Hey, that's not fair! I was rushed!” Joseph defended himself. “Yeah don’t go after Joseph! At least he didn’t get killed by a guy who was like, one hit.” Her other friend, Millie said. “You guys are going to make me insane.” Amber rubbed her temples as her friends continued to laugh. “Like seriously, if you don’t shut up I’ll scream.” “Hey at least you have your simps.” The last person on the call, Will, said. “They’ll always be behind you.” The “simps” he was referring to were Amber’s viewers. She had a sizable amount, nowhere near the number the bigger accounts on the platform had, but they were devoted. And always lively in the chat. “They’re not my simps William.” Amber told him. “They’re my cherished fans whose support I greatly appreciate.” “Support, and donations.” Millie added, causing all her friends and even some in the chat to begin laughing again. It was true that Amber got a lot of donations. More than she ever expected when she started streaming, and as much as she wished it was for her witty banter or skilled gameplay (both of which she had in abundance), she knew a large part of it was down to her looks. Her bright dyed orange red hair inspired by her name. A cute face, complete with freckles, glasses, and full lips. And the fact that she was “well endowed” meant that she was very popular with a certain type of fan. Sometimes she found it creepy, other times flattering, but mostly she tried to act coy about it. Like today, when she was wearing a tight, light green tube top that left little to the imagination and she was constantly pulling on to cover her cleavage. But since the camera was only on her from the waist up, she wasn’t wearing anything fancy for pants, just some comfy gray leggings. “Let’s run it back.” She said to change the topic. And right when the party found a lobby Joseph announced he needed to pee. “Seriously man? The match is about to start in like, 30 seconds.” Millie groaned. “Yeah can’t you hold it? You’ll probably just die five minutes in anyways” Joseph joked, and Will agreed to hold it. But the conversation made Amber notice the pressure in her bladder. She had been sipping on her large water bottle in an effort to stay hydrated, and before she started the stream she had an energy drink (a bad habit she was trying to kick) so she could stay focused while playing. While she wasn’t bursting, she was definitely uncomfortable and shifted her thighs in her seat as the match got underway. Joseph’s prediction came true, and Will was indeed the first to die around the five minute mark. As he left to go to the bathroom everyone was still making fun of him, including Amber, even though she was secretly jealous. But she didn’t want to die intentionally, that would be letting her friends and viewers down, and her competitive nature made the idea impossible. But as the game progressed, her little thigh shuffles turned into her pressing them together hard, and bouncing around in her seat. She was unable to stay still as she made the way around the map with her team, eliminating whoever they came in contact with. There were a few close calls but for the most part they were dominating. “Wow, that’s like your fourth kill, Amber. You must be locked in.” Will said. “That’s why she’s been so quiet. Cold blooded killer huh?” Millie joked. “Huh-oh, haha yeah.” Amber didn’t realize she was being quiet, she was so focused on both the game and her bladder that she was hardly even paying attention to what her teammates or the chat were saying. Looking at the chat, she noticed a few people wondering why she was so quiet. “You look pale, and you keep bouncing around, is something wrong?” One of her subscribers asked in the chat. Reading that question caused her cheeks to burn red. She began to wonder how much she had been bouncing around, and if anyone knew what the real reason was? She decided to stop bouncing, but by now the need was so great that she had to keep her thighs pressed together tight. “The rest of the squads are in the center of the map. I think we got them.” Joseph said. “Yeah, let’s close in. You ready Amber?” Millie added. “Huh?” Amber was caught off guard “Uhhh yeah I’m ready.” There were five other squads left, Amber’s party eliminated one of them on their way to the center of the map. She got another kill and more plaudits from her friends and chat, but instead of the bragging she usually did she just asked if they could keep moving to finish as quickly as possible. Two more of the squads ended up being eliminated in fights with others. So now they had two more squads to take out. “Let’s go in this building, it looks like a good place to snipe out of.” Millie said. However, as she walked up to the building, a proximity mine went off and she was eliminated. “Shit! An ambush!” Joe yelled and suddenly they were being fired at, unsure of where the firing was coming from they ran back for cover. “Shit, I’m low.” Joe took heavy fire from that attack, but Amber was mostly unscathed. Well, in the game at least. The shock of the explosion and the gunshots caused her bladder to suddenly release itself in her chair, she felt the warmth grow in between her thighs and she tried to fight against her bladder and her opponents in the game at the same time. She was able to stem the flow, but she left a baseball sized stain between her legs, and she knew the chair was wet too. “I-I’m fine- shit look out!” Forgetting her bladder for a second, Amber fired on an enemy that was trying to creep behind Joe and eliminated him. Two more came out of the building, and Joe and Amber exchanged fire with them. Joe managed to eliminate one, but soon after he was eliminated as well. Amber killed the other one and her friends and chat cheered her on. “Woah nice clutch!” Millie said. “Yeah that was sick, can you clutch the game though?” Will asked. That last fight left Amber even more wet, now her panties were saturated, and she felt the fabric of her leggings and chair soak up even more of her hot piss. She was now hunched over, grateful that her camera didn’t show her wet leggings. But her cheeks were burning red and her chest heaving as she gained what little control she could back over her bladder. “Y-yeah. I can win this.” Amber said, and the chat exploded in support. “Only one squad left? Easy clutch.” Amber knew where to find the last squad, and she managed to get the drop on them, she killed one and fled before the final two could react. Her friends were basically screaming at this point, normally she would tell them to shut up, but she hoped they would cover up any hissing noises. The streams continued to flow out of her, much longer now, but she still hardly felt any release. The chair soaked in as much as it could and she was sitting in a puddle of her own warm piss, readying for the final fight of the game. “C'mon you got this.” Will told her. “They ran inside that building. Be careful of mines.” “I will.” Amber said. This was what she loved about gaming. Under any other circumstances she would probably be more careful, but the stress caused by the piss desperately trying to make it into her leggings caused her to rush her opponents. Catching them off guard in the staircase of the building, she quickly downed both and won her squad the match. The chat went crazy, her friends went crazy, as the final cutscene rolled Amber couldn’t believe it. She actually was able to clutch the match. More and more pissed flowed out of her, so much that it began to drip onto the floor beneath her but she couldn’t care anymore. The joy and relief were too great. Whatever hissing there was was drowned out by her friends, and she smiled, looking down at her gray leggings turn darker and darker as her bladder completely emptied. She sank into her seat, her thighs and butt enveloped in a soft, warm wetness that she found almost comforting. “Way to go Amber!” Joe yelled. Now that she was back in reality she shifted to thanking everyone of her friends, and the chat, and pretending as though nothing had happened started joking around with both. Every so often she would rub her thighs together, the warmth was cooling, and the wetness was drying. She still had a little left in her bladder so she thought she might as well go right there. And as she sat talking with her friends she felt her panties grow warm and wet once again, this time she enjoyed the feeling even more, even sneaking a hand down to her lap to press against her wet crotch. Eventually, she signed off on the stream and left the call with her friends. She sighed and double checked that the cameras were off as she wheeled her chair away from her desk to examine the damage. Her butt was soaked. The dark, dripping material clung to her skin everywhere, and she had to pick it out once she stood up. Her chair was in equally bad shape, and while she could wash her clothes she knew she would probably have to throw the chair out. She was expecting a new one soon anyways. The puddle beneath her chair needed to be cleaned so she went to go get the supplies to do that. Before she left her room she peeled her leggings down to examine her panties. She had on a dark blue thong, and it was completely drenched. Not a single inch of it was left dry, and she examined her butt in the mirror, which also dripping wet. She sighed and threw her leggings in the clothes hamper as she checked her phone while grabbing the mop. “What a crazy clutch!” The first tweet on her timeline read, it was a clip from her stream. In the final moments of the game where she killed the last squad, you could see her face in deep concentration, then suddenly, relief. She liked the fact that nobody actually knew why she was making those faces, and retweeted the video of her secret accident before getting cleaned up.
  11. Long wait I know, but here's part two finally! Messing throughout this one as a warning, but I hope you enjoy! After the events of the Christmas party, Ashley and Alyssa just wanted to get through the rest of their vacation as soon as possible. The two girls shared an unspoken humiliation about the “incident”, and a shared unwillingness to discuss it. So whenever they passed each other on the way to the toilet it was always awkward, as if they remembered the wet, soggy panties they had that night. But luckily for them, the rest of the time spent in the cabin was spent with dry panties. Now it was time to leave, but before returning home the family was going to attend a reunion, two hours drive into the mountains. The family wanted everyone there by 9 a.m., so Ashley and Alyssa had to wake up early. “Girls?” Their mother called up to them. “We need to get a move on! Your dad bought coffee, it’s downstairs!.” Ashley was the first to get up, stretching, she looked over at her older sister still sleeping. She contemplated waking her, then decided against it, and using this opportunity to get in the bathroom and the shower before her sister. When Ashley got out of the shower Alyssa was still fast asleep in bed, Ashley knew her parents wanted them downstairs so she shook her sister awake. “Hey, we have to get going” Ashley told her younger sister who was stirring from her sleep. “Hurry up and get in the shower”. Ashley left her little sister to get ready and she went downstairs and began to drink her coffee, by the time her sister got out of the shower everyone was ready to leave. “Come on girls, get your bags and let's hit the road!” Their father told them. “We’ll stop on the way to get something to eat.” It was only fifteen minutes into the ride when Ashley felt the first twinge of discomfort. She was relaxed in the backseat listening to music, next to her sister who resumed her deep sleep huddled underneath a dark green blanket. Ashley was covered with a blanket as well, the same color, and she realized her hands that were hidden underneath the blanket were unconsciously between her legs. The coffee she had earlier was making its way through her, fast. Ashley was about to ask her father how much longer they had until their stop, but she paused. While her parents were understanding of the girls “accidents” earlier in the vacation, that didn’t mean the girls weren’t still humiliated about it. Ashley and Alyssa both were still sensitive about discussing any “bathroom matters” with each other or their parents. So to avoid the discussion Ashley looked over to her sister and realized she had the right idea. The coffee woke her up some, and her need to pee was nagging her. But her exhaustion from her early wake up was still so strong that once she nestled herself into her seat and pulled the blanket up around her more, she was able to block out those distractions and fall into a light sleep. When Ashley woke back up she noticed three things in this order. One, her sister was finally awake. Scrolling through her phone with an unbothered look on her face. Two, her bladder was filled. Being asleep must’ve filled her bladder faster than she expected. The hard bulge of her bladder pressed against her leggings and her seatbelt. She immediately squirmed and returned her hands back to her crotch where she pressed down harder, as she pressed she realized there was wetness on her panties where there hadn’t been before. Three, based on the previous rides she could remember from taking this trip. Her family was currently past the rest stop. “Hey, dad?” Ashley asked. “Did we pass the rest stop?” “Yeah sweetie.” Her dad confirmed “We were making such good time and didn't need gas, so we decided not to stop.” “Oh…” Ashley replied softly. “What’s wrong honey? Do you need to…” Ashley’s mother began before she stopped herself. She knew how embarrassed her daughters still were about the last bathroom incident. “Umm” Ashley confirmed her mother’s belief. Turning red and squirming in her seat, Ashley finally spoke softly again “Yeah…” “How about you Alyssa? Are you okay?” Their mother asked. Alyssa, resenting being asked if she needed to use the toilet like a child, glared at her sister as if she was the cause before replying. “No Mom, I can hold it until we get to the reunion.” She said with an attitude. “I’ll try to see if there’s a gas station or something up ahead but I’m not too sure.” Ashley’s father told them. But Ashley realized a fourth thing that she didn’t immediately realize. Maybe it was because she was prone to carsickness and thought it was that. But just as she felt the effects of coffee in her bladder, she now felt them in her stomach. Wetting herself again would be bad enough, but… Ashley pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She wasn’t going to end up in that situation again. But as the minutes ticked on and the longer they went without a place to stop, Ashley could only fight harder and harder to keep her panties safe. Speaking of panties, she sneaked her hand that was underneath her blanket into her leggings to feel the crotch of her panties. They were even more soaked now, as Ashley had been completely unable to stop the dribbles that routinely leaked out. She imagined the dark spot that most likely covered the baby blue front, then she remembered the dark spot that covered her red and white striped panties during the Christmas party, but again tried to push the thought from her mind. But this time it didn’t work as well, and the first big leak spurted into her panties. She could feel the warm wetness against her hand, and quickly removed it. She wiped off her wet fingers on her blanket when she saw her sister looking at her. Did she know she leaked? How could she tell? Ashley averted her eyes and burnt red. Last time it was her younger sister who pissed herself first, then Ashley did. But what if only Ashley pissed herself now? The prospect of that was much more embarrassing, and Ashley couldn’t bear to let that happen. If she had a choice, that is, as a second leak made its way into her panties now. She sat as still as she could, she couldn’t let anyone else tell how much needed to go. But underneath the blanket both hands were still firmly clenched to her crotch in an effort to hold back the absolute flood that was threatening her leggings and seat. Still, more leaks made their way through. Until her dad finally announced that they were coming up on a gas station. Ashley took the message as a godsend, but apparently her bladder took the message to release an even longer, stronger stream. Now she had absolutely soaked through her panties, and her leggings were so thin that they offered zero protection to the seat. Quietly Ashley once again began the battle of holding, but it was clear that the battle was coming to an end. More and more piss sprayed out and formed a puddle where she sat. The warmth and wetness forming underneath her not only made it harder to hold on to the contents of her bladder, but of her bowels too. Slowly, the solid log began to push into her panties too, but Ashley could fight that need off for longer. However, focusing on her bowels meant less focus on her bladder, and a long, strong, loud stream made its way out of her. By now she was glowing red. She was certain everyone had heard it, but nobody said anything. In fact it’s because nobody said anything that she swore they could hear. “We’re here honey.” Ashley’s mother broke the awkward silence as the car pulled into the gas station parking lot. “Are you- do you need-“ “I’m fine.” Ashley said before quickly opening the car door to get out. She rushed into the gas station straight to the back where her stomach dropped as she was greeted by none other than an “OUT OF ORDER” sign. Ashley’s head began to spin, she couldn’t believe this. She knew how hopeless it was now. Streaks of piss continued to run down her legs as she hobbled out of the store. Soon, she made it back to the car where her mother asked what was wrong. “The bathroom was out of order, I-“ Ashley was suddenly caught off when the flood began. She doubled over and piss poured out through her leggings onto the asphalt below. Shielded from sight with the car door, Ashley squatted lower as the stream continued as strong as it was. Then, with a rumbling of her stomach, her bowels too began to push into her panties. Shocked, she began to pull down her leggings before remembering she was in public. But she just couldn’t stand to mess herself again. Nevertheless, her bowels kept pushing and her dripping panties that were now on display as her leggings were down past her ass bulged. The log pushed the rest of her piss out, and soon it stopped too and nestled in the seat of her panties weighing them down. Squatting in a parking lot while soiling her panties was embarrassing enough. But so was trying to remove those panties while preserving her dignity. Wrapped in her blanket, she pulled her soaked pants and filthy panties down and stepped out of them while trying to shield herself with the car door. Her mom put the panties in a plastic bag and threw them in the trash, but Ashley had to put back on her soaking wet leggings, now with no panties, and sit in them for the rest of the ride. Alyssa kept quiet during her sister's ordeal. Maybe before she wouldn’t have been so nice, but she knew how humiliating it must’ve been for her. And her bladder had also been filling for a while. She was hoping to go at the gas station, but when her sister returned the news that it was closed, she resigned herself to waiting until the reunion. But they were still over an hour away, and Alyssa began squirming under her blanket much like her sister was earlier. Alyssa’s panties were also blue, but they featured white stars on them as well. As far as she could tell, she hadn’t leaked yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the leaks started. She looked over to her sister who was fast asleep again, clearly from exhaustion after that whole ordeal. Alyssa shifted in her seat before pressing her hand against the crotch of her gray leggings. She wished she hadn’t worn gray, as any leaks that may happen would show up clearly. Her bladder was much smaller than her sisters, and the last time one of them had an accident… Alyssa couldn’t dwell on that. All she could do was focus on keeping her panties dry. But her focus on her bladder was split when her stomach started rumbling. Now she knew how serious the situation was. But looking at the clock, she knew she still had over forty-five minutes until they could expect to be at their location. And she didn’t want to ask her parents to stop again, even if they could. So she went back on her phone and put her headphones on so she could watch something to distract her. Watching some comedy show, she tried to hold back her laughter, but one joke got her so good that a strong spurt leaked into her panties. Her laughter immediately stopped, and she looked over at her sister who was still sleeping. Moving the blanket down, she saw a coin sized wet patch in between her legs. Not noticeable, but also not a good sign. She still had thirty minutes so she decided to switch to some true crime show she’s been watching. But at this point no matter what she tried to watch, how she tried to distract herself, Alyssa’s attention was on her bladder. With one hand firmly pressed against her crotch to hold back any potential leaks. The show was mostly background noise. Despite her efforts, leaks continued. Much smaller than the one previously, but she was still anxious at their potential of showing up on her light gray leggings. Her sister was asleep, her parents weren’t paying attention, so Alyssa decided to do everything in her power to hold back the flood. She crossed her legs and twisted them together, she squirmed in her seat like a madwoman, she even snuck her hands into her panties a few times to press on her crotch directly. All of this was able to get her through the final part of the drive. But as they pulled up to the house, a strong spurt forced itself past all her defenses, and she felt them crumble as the car rolled to a stop. “Hey guys, we’re here!” Her mother said. But Alyssa got out of the car with the same urgency Ashley had at the gas station. Only this time she couldn’t make it as far, her bladder was so sensitive that as soon as she got out of the car, it exploded. The dark glimmering stain spread across her ass before running down her legs, completely saturating the material and turning the light gray dark. Alyssa assumed a position similar to Ashley during her accident, only this time the car door couldn’t shield her completely from any eyes. Her relatives who were arriving and those who were already there approached the car to greet them, when the squatting position she was in caused her bowels to lose control much like her sisters. Only this time she kept her leggings on, causing the mess to smear instead of bulge. She hobbled around to the other side of the car out of sight of any family members when the stream stopped, and she looked through the window to see her sister, awake and staring at her.
  12. Given the recent rise in popularity of “femboys” (feminine looking/dressing men). I’m shocked that there hasn’t also been a rise in femboy wetting videos. Anyone have any examples of such? Especially if they’re wearing a cute outfit.
  13. Is it the desperation? Relief? Warmth? I’m curious if people like different aspects more? Please share which feeling you like the most and why.
  14. Hi everyone! I'm here with chapter one of a Kacchako story, chapter 2 incoming sometime soon! (All characters aged up of course) Chapter One The event ran through her mind constantly, it was a month ago by now but she kept thinking about it. She got the idea from Mina to spice up her and Katsuki’s sex life by watching porn during foreplay to get “in the mood” better.. When she told Katsuki about this idea he told his girlfriend she should stop getting sex advice from Mina, but he was open to the idea. When Ochaco proposed that they watch whatever porn he wants to on his computer, he was less open to the idea. “Why not?” Ochaco protested. “Because… the stuff I watch...It’s just weird okay.” Katsuki flustered, Ochaco knew her boyfriend wasn’t one to fluster usually so she knew he was hiding something. “Katsuki, whenever I asked you if you had any fetishes you told me you didn’t!” Ochaco scolded him, she was one of the few people he would allow to do that. “Besides, whatever you’re into, I’m sure it’s not that weird. I’ll be open minded.” So begrudgingly, Katsuki opened his laptop and began typing in his favorite porn website all while glowing red. Ochaco stared over his shoulder, and when the site popped up she read the video titles. Admittedly, it was weird. At first she didn’t understand, all of the women in the videos seemed clothed but they all had exasperated looks on their faces, then she read the titles of the videos. They all seemed to include the words ``desperate” “bursting” and “piss”. “Katsuki…” Ochaco looked over and her boyfriend averted his eyes. “Let’s just-“ Katsuki began to close the laptop before Ochaco reached for his hand. “Put one of these on.” She ordered. He looked shocked before nodding and clicking on one of the videos, the red bar on the bottom showed it was one he had already seen before. Ochaco watched the video intently, it was a girl that sort of resembled her actually, standing outside of a bathroom door that was apparently locked. The girls hands were firmly placed between her thick thighs, and she had on a shirt and a pair of light blue panties. Ochaco also watched Katsuki intently. The bulge in his pants growing, the still present redness on his face. He wasn’t watching Ochaco, too ashamed the anti-gravity hero reckoned. Instead he was transfixed on the video, and Ochaco recognized the lustful look in his eyes all too well. The girl in the video began banging on the door when Ochaco moved her hand to rub Katsuki through his thin gray sweatpants. Ochaco heard his voice hitch when she touched him, and he put his hands on hers while she palmed his erection. “I like it so far.” She whispered in his ear. She wasn’t lying, she didn’t quite find it as sexy as Katsuki clearly did. But she saw the appeal, an attractive woman bouncing around, desperate and begging for release and being denied. And then Ochaco heard Katsuki grunt and felt his cock twitch, she looked at the screen and saw why. The actress stopped bouncing and went silent, then Ochaco saw the dark wet patch begin to form on the back of her panties. Then the streaks of piss running down her pale legs and pooling on the floor under her. It was Ochaco’s turn to be entranced by the video. And how nice those soaking wet panties made the actresses ass look. That was until she was knocked out of her trance by her boyfriend's grunt, followed by a warm wet feeling on her hand. Ochaco looked over at her beet red boyfriend covering his eyes, with a shiny dark wet stain on the front of his gray sweatpants. Katsuki didn’t want to talk about that incident ever since it happened. Ochaco knew he was embarrassed, but he didn’t need to be! Ochaco thought the whole thing was very hot, and actually did research of her own and watched some more videos since. But everytime she tried to approach Katsuki about it he said he didn’t want to talk about it. Ochaco knew how much he liked this kink, and she had a plan to give her boyfriend an experience he’ll always remember. One Friday night a month Katsuki and Ochaco would go to a local theater and see a movie. It was a small theater, and the two heroes were rarely recognized. Ochaco had been drinking water and avoiding the toilet all day, she normally had a very large bladder so she knew that to get where she wanted to be it would take some time. As for her outfit she decided that wearing a dress would probably be safest for her plans, luckily for her she picked up a cute pink sundress recently. And a pair of blue panties, matching the ones of the actress in the video. When she and Katsuki left, she was at around a “7” on the desperation scale, or at least according to the guides she read online. But again, she knew she had a big bladder so she knew that when she got there she was going to get a drink too. “Hey cheeks.” Katsuki startled Ochaco, when she looked over he was peering at her while driving. “You’re quiet, what’s the matter?” “Nothing!” Ochaco said. “Just thinking about work, ya know!” It looked like Katsuki would accept this for now, but she didn’t know. Could he tell what she had planned? She wanted to surprise him since she didn’t know how he’d react. But if he knows that might ruin the whole plan. If he did, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the ride to the theater. And he didn’t say anything when Ochaco ordered a large sweet tea. Or when Ochaco sipped regularly through the previews despite noticeably squirming. As the lights dimmed Ochaco realized that the two of them were some of the only people in the theater, they sat in the back while everyone else was sitting closer to the front. She sipped on her tea again until she felt a pang from her bladder. It was telling her it needed to go, now. Her hand immediately shot between her already clenched thighs. This, Katsuki noticed. But Ochaco just began smoothing her skirt. She wanted Katsuki to ask first, she wanted him to wonder if she was desperate, and how desperate she was. But Ochaco was really desperate, her bladder wasn’t used to being pushed to these limits and the pressure she was feeling was growing exponentially. Now her hand was between her legs, and her knees shook regularly. Katsuki still said nothing, but she knew he could tell. Ochaco didn’t know why he wasn’t asking! Her bladder couldn’t take much longer. To take her mind off her need, she tried to watch the movie. It was some action movie Katsuki wanted to see that featured a bunch of guns and explosions. Explosions, Ochaco found out, that are very loud and sudden. The sudden noise and accompanying rumbling caused Ochaco’s bladder to let off quick spurts, Ochaco fought for control as all the contents threatened to spill out. She couldn’t take it anymore, she knew she didn’t have much longer. “Katsuki.” She whispered in her boyfriend's ear. “I really need to pee, bad.” Katsuki’s face went red just as fast as he spun his head around to look at his girlfriend. And the sight made Katsuki grip his arm rest. Ochaco, trembling, dress bunched up between her legs as she held frantically trying not to flood her seat. “I leaked.” Ochaco told him, then lifted up her dress to show him the wet stain on the front of her panties. This caused the armrest Katsuki was holding on to to be on the receiving end of a small explosion caused by his quirk. It was so small that to the other theatergoers it just sounded like the movie, but it made Katsuki curse and Ochaco yelp as more piss leaked into her panties. Katsuki saw this and became entranced again, but Ochaco needed her boyfriend to take action. “What are we going to do?” She asked him, putting her dress back down, and putting her hand back between her legs. “I…..” Katsuki was still stunned by the situation. “Do you want to leave?” Ochaco was on board with that idea. She tenderly got up, she didn’t leave any marks on the seat or any on her dress luckily. But she would leave a massive puddle on the floor if they didn’t leave soon. Making her way down the stairs was difficult, and then walking through the lobby was just as hard. Luckily there weren’t many people around because the movies were on, but she still felt humiliated waddling through even though nobody could tell. Katsuki walked beside her. Holding the door for her as they exited the theater. Once outside Katsuki started talking again. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you need to go?” Katsuki asked her. “A nine.” Ochaco answered honestly. “What were you thinking?!?” Katsuki asked angrily. “Why would you wait so long to say anything?” “I thought you would say something first!” Ochaco told him. “But you didn’t notice!” “I did notice!” Katsuki said. “But I didn’t want to seem creepy! It was so hot!” “Well can you make sure nobody notices me pee behind this bush because IreallyneedtopeeKatsuki!” Ochaco pleaded. “No. You’re not peeing until we get home.” Katsuki told her. “What!” Ochaco exclaimed. “I can’t hold it that long! I’ll piss in the car!” “No, you’ll hold it in the car. You did this, remember?” Katsuki said. Ochaco couldn’t believe what her boyfriend was saying, he knew how desperate she was! But also, she couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to be denied like that. She looked at the bushes, relief was that close. But she got in the passenger seat next to Katsuki. All the way home Ochaco begged Katsuki to pull over, to hand her a cup or a towel, to do something. But Katsuki denied every request. “And you better not piss in my car either.” Katsuki told her. “If I do it’s your fault! You should’ve let me pee!” Ochaco felt ridiculous trying to argue with both her hands jammed between her crotch trying not to wet herself. But the leaks started up again, and Katsuki had no idea how close she was now to completely soaking her panties. “It’s my fault you decided to hold your piss all day? Just to get my attention? Isn’t this what you wanted anyways?” Katsuki replied. This quieted Ochaco, well at least her arguments. She continued to whimper and whisper under her breath about how she was going to piss herself up until Katsuki pulled the car up to the house. Ochaco was able to get halfway out the car door when the first long spurt ran from the back of her dress. Katsuki had a front row seat as more spurts made their way out of her dress and down her legs. They both got out of the car, Ochaco shuffled her feet, more leaks came out but you could tell she still had so much more in her. A pang hit her so hard that she fell down to one knee, and then both. Now kneeling in front of their apartment building, Ochaco’s bladder completely gave out. A loud hiss could be heard as the strong stream made its way out through her panties to the asphalt below. Ochaco switched to a squatting position and tried to hold her slightly wet dress out the way as now Katsuki had a full look at the stream emerging from the front of his girlfriends panties, flowing down and soaking the back, and making a large puddle on the ground around her. Ochaco’s expression was one of relief. Eyes closed, mouth open, head pointed up to the sky. And the tingling sensation of the warmth and the wetness made it that much more satisfying. For Katsuki it was like something out of his videos, except more beautiful and right in front of him. He knelt down and put his hand to the front of his girlfriends glistening panties. Rubbing the warm, soft wetness, and eliciting moans from Ochaco. Remembering where he was, he stopped. His girlfriend looked up at him, with wide eyes and soaking wet panties.
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