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  1. froggychan

    Thoughts on the U.K. leaving the E.U.?

    The British survived without the EU before, and they'll survive without it too.
  2. froggychan

    A Science Project

    yeee CHAPTER TWO: FIRST TRIAL Just as my captor predicted, the diuretics took effect. It first started off normal like any other time, until a sharp pain struck me in the abdomen. Although I was held down on the chair, I was still free enough to bend over slightly in pain. Another sharp sting hit me, and without warning, my legs subconsciously crossed tightly with each other. "The diuretics aren't available on the common market, if you're wondering why they are so strong" the speakers said as I moaned in pain. They were strong. What I would feel after like an hour of holding in my bladder I felt in less than 5 minutes. It was as if I was punched hard and then stabbed. I began to shift in my seat, trying to find a way to distract myself from the sudden pain and desperation "All right, we're starting to get some readings. Don't panic, but we're looking at nearly an hour, just hold yourself and it will all be over" I probably won't even make it the next twenty minutes, let alone an hour! The next ten minutes were a hell for me. The pain didn't lighten up, but at least it didn't intenstify. I shifted my legs, and kept on bending myself. It was hard to fidget around in my state. I felt a few tears of desperation roll down my cheeks, as well as sweat. "Keep it up, the new waiting time is 45 minutes, you cut it back by a good amount of time" That was still about half an hour left. While it gave me some motivation to hold it now that it was less time, it was still a decent amount of time, and time wasn't on my side. Be patient, this will be over soon, I can do this!! The sharp pain came back though, and I doubled over in pain. I was whimpering and moaning through the apparatus and I didn't even know it. "Quiet down, you'll make it worst for yourself if you keep thinking about it" I can't take it off my mind, I really need to pee!! I rocked back and fourth in my seat, switching the position of my crossed legs repeatedly. I felt like I was going to die. I was going to die in the worst way possible, and it wasn't going to be fast or painless. As if the fear of captivity and humiliation of the situation wasn't enough, the pain and desperation were adding insult to injury. I sat back and began sobbing. I didn't know what I was going to do, I needed a bathroom right now, yet I didn't even know when I was going to be allowed to use one; if they would even give me permission in the first place. "If you keep crying, you are going to lose control and we'll have to repeat this" I didn't even know what she said, nor did I care. I didn't want to hear anything else, other than my captor telling me that the experiment was over. But I knew it was just beginning, and I was already dying to go. I cried out as I felt the first leak dribble into my underwear. Despite it lasting only a couple of seconds, the feeling was indescribable. Instead of easing my pain, it made me want to go more than ever. "We are only like 7 minutes away, you're doing great" Was I so desperate, that I didn't notice how fast the time went by? I mean, I couldn't have anyways, there was no clock around. Almost, you can do this!! I felt another few leaks. I cried out through my tube, and crossed my legs more tighter than ever before in my life. More tighter than the time I was stuck in traffic and in class. Both times I had wet myself in private, by accident. But at least I was able to hold myself in a given amount of time, so I was determined to do so again. But the diuretics were too strong. I realized that as time went by, they only got stronger. The next sting was too much for me. I was already sobbing nearly out of control, and I couldn't stop moving, and the stabbing pain did it for me. I felt more leaks come out. I couldn't see the wet stain on my pants, but I knew that underneath, my underwear was slowly getting soaked. The next leak lasted longer, and I squealed as the wetness slowly became visible. Unfortunately, that was the last leak, as it turned into a stream. I crossed my legs and bent over, hoping to put pressure, but it did nothing. I felt the wetness spread on my seat. The stream was strong enough to shoot through both my panties and pants, pouring directly into the chair. "You better stop, right now" I was frozen in relief and humiliation. I sheepishly made a final effort to cross my legs, but it only made the urine pool up in between them. Defeated, I voluntarily let go. There was no point anymore. The relief was orgasmic. My entire butt and the bottom of my thighs were soaked, and I felt the stream travel down my legs from the edge of my seat. I heard the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor underneath me. It lasted probably a good two minutes or so. I never felt this before. I was angry and embarrassed, along with relieved and relaxed. I didn't know whether to burst in tears or let out a groan of relief. I could only sit still in my chair, trembling in defeat. I sobbed gently, and my face burned red with humiliation. "Great, look at yourself!" I tried... "Well, an entire day worth of data was rendered useless. You had only a few minutes left, yet you still wet your pants like a toddler! You should be ashamed of yourself" It wasn't my fault.... "I hope you enjoy the feeling of clingly clothes, because now we have to wait another day to repeat this, at our own expense too" So this isn't the end "Think of what you did, and then tomorrow, hopefully, you'll cooperate with us. Good night" With that, the entire room suddenly went black as the lights turned off. My captor had left me to wait in the darkness, sitting in my wetness. I groaned in pain as now my abdomen was aching. This was going to be a very long night for me...
  3. froggychan

    female A Science Project

    CHAPTER ONE: WAKE UP (Let me know how it is, its pretty late so Im not really in the right mind right now) I wasn't able to remember anything that had happened, not even what I was dreaming about. All I knew was that I was just woken up and that a painful jolt was going through my body. About a couple of seconds into that feeling, I realized I was being electrocuted. It suddenly stopped, and I slouched down. I felt that I couldn't move my hands or feet, as they were restrained onto the chair I was on, by something metallic like handcuffs. I breathed heavily through my mouth, just to feel that there was some sort of plastic tube jammed into my mouth, supported by a breathing mask like the ones used in hospitals. I took a minute to become aware of my surroundings. The chair was next to some tank, which in turn was connected to the tube that led into my mouth. Another thing that I noticed was that there was a handheld camera mounted on a tripod in front of me. As for the rest of the place, I was in a room that was completely white, except for a large mirror in the wall in front of me. It was like something from a hospital. I saw my reflection in the mirror. Along with the apparatus in my mouth, I wasn't dressed in my usual clothes. I was dressed in a plain tank top and some orange slacks, like a prisoner. There were some weird wire thingys attached to parts of my head as well, through my hair. I spent the next half an hour or so struggling against my restraints, and trying to scream for yell through the gag. Suddenly, I heard a weird noise from the tank next to me, as if it was a machine that turned on. I heard a sucking noise, like a vacuum. Without warning, I felt a liquid flood into the mask and drain into the tube, shooting directly into my throat. From what I could taste, it was soda. I coughed and choked as tears streamed down my face. I stopped resisting as the flow stopped, and I was able to (try to) cough. That was when the person started speaking through the stereo system "Hello Shelley, don't be alarmed" And I wasn't, I couldn't physically react in panic or scream out anyways. I didn't really feel threatened, as I did shocked in the moment. The voice was female-sounding, as wel as soothing and reassuring. "Everything will be fine, I promise that we won't hurt you" I didn't know how to respond or react. I didn't even think I could. I only looked directly at the camera in front of me, assuming that the voice was watching me through it. "Let me just explain; you were selected for an involuntary research project" Involuntary "It's has to do with neuroscience, you know, the brain. Without getting too technical, we are interested in the body and its reaction to fear and demand." I really didn't care, I just knew that I didn't sign up for anything, and this was illegal. I didn't want to be here, so I started shifting around, trying to put up a struggle even if it was for nothing. "OK, you need to relax now" I defiantly tried to mutter out my protest through the tube, and then I was silenced by another electric shock that lasted for a few seconds. I stopped moving. "If you want to throw a tantrum then you'll be treated accordingly, do you understand?" I kept my head down, breathing heavily. Just like that, a second shock. "I asked you a question, did you understand?" I nodded my head in cooperation, hopin that it would stop. "OK, good, now let me finish, is that fine?" I nodded "Good. Like I was saying, this is a study. Long story short; we are currently studying the urinary system and its connection to the brain" I was confused on how any of that applied to the situation "Pretty much, all we are doing is filling you up with liquid, that soda we gave you was laced with very strong diuretics, which are supposed to make you go to the bathroom" I tried to sound off a muffled "what?" through the tube "Pretty soon, you'll feel the need to use a bathroom. We'll be scanning your brain with some wires and electrodes we have connected to your head." I let out a small whimper, now worried about what was going to happen. "I will be honest with you, a bathroom will not be provided. You are not scheduled to be let out of your restraints. We are hoping to collect enough data for today, and depending on time and cooperation, we might consider letting you use a toilet" Might? They aren't even saying its a guarantee they'll give a final decision.... "Cooperate, and things might come out good for you. If you don't, we'll just shock you with electricity, leave you sulking in your mess, and wait for another time to repeat your ordeal. Are we clear?" I reluctantly nodded, fighting back tears of anger and fear, being helpless "Very good. We estimate that you'll be feeling a weird sensation in your bladder within the next few minutes. That's the diuretics working really fast, and then we'll begin our tests. Good luck"
  4. froggychan

    female Prison Discipline

    CHAPTER ONE "Head up and look at the camera!" scolded the officer at the computer. Hazel meekly looked up, still holding the little board they gave her with her information. She was a mess. Light bags formed under her eyes, her curly brown hair was all tangled up and frizzy, her orange uniform was soaked at the armpits and back with sweat, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying herself to sleep the last few nights. She was told to stand back to lean against the wall to get her height better. She stood just below the 5'1" mark. Because of her height, small frame and (kind of embarrassing) "underdeveloped" breasts, she would always be looked down on, so she usually kept to herself. She would have normally rubbed her stinging eyes after any sort of camera flash, but she was both too tired and intimidated to react to the flash. When being walked around, she would get yelled at for everything; sneezing, yawning, getting too sleepy, and even making eye contact with the guards. She knew it was just some sort of psychological thing they did to humiliate and put detainees into a state of obeidence, but it still shaking her more than what it probably should. The officer took the board from Hazel and then put her hands behind her to handcuff her again, and lead her off to another waiting area. It was another area where she didn't know what was going to happen. She knew that today was the day they were going to transfer her to another place, but she had been in so many waiting rooms, she just wanted to get it over with and leave the place. She had spent the weekend contemplating the events of Friday. She tearfully begged for her innocence in court. Hazel had just graduated, and was applying to a few universities. She needed some money to help save up for getting her own place and car, and unfortunately fell into the wrong crowd out of desperation. Hazel really didn't hang out with them, she only really served as an intermediate for their drug dealing. She didn't mind, since she knew she couldn't control others lifestyles, even if they were bad. She thought of herself as responsible anyways, never taking the drugs she sold, always studied, turned down offers of alcohol to opt out until she was 21, graduated with honors, etc. It was then when Hazel was caught in a sting operation, that she realized why they needed her as an intermediate; so that any legal issues would fall on whoever they were using. The problem was that she made herself seem innocent but not innocent enough for the judge to believe she was part of a bigger drug ring. To the court, she ran her own drug deals by herself to make money. They didn't even question where she got her supplies from. The trial was unfair, but she couldn't do much but tearfully accept defeat when she was found guilty and sentenced to a "light" term of three years. Since she had turned 18 about 4 months ago, she was considered an adult, so she was going to have to serve her term in a women's correctional facility instead of juvenile hall. She had disappointed herself, and now this would always haunt her formerly perfect background. She preferred not to think about it much. Without warning, an officer came to take her away, into a garage. "Since you are one of our only two transfers today, you'll both go in a regular police car" the officer explained. Hazel was walked to a police cruiser, where another girl was sitting. She looked about Hazel's age, maybe a year older. She was in the same ugly orange uniform that Hazel was in, had her reddish-orange hair tied in a ponytail, and even though she was hanging her head down, Hazel managed to see her green eyes and a few freckles across her face. Hazel was helped into the car, and pushed in so that she was awkwardly close to the other girl, who didn't seem to respond to Hazel's presence. The officer shut the door, and went somewhere, leaving the two girls in an awkward silence. Hazel noticed that the other girl kept moving around a lot, breaking the silence of the car. The officer came back, and started up the radio. He was talking into the radio using weird terms, but Hazel understood that they were being transported, and they were going to be there in about 45 minutes. The girl also seemed to notice the time of travel too, since she looked up suddenly. "Excuse me?" she softly spoke. The officer ignored her and started up the car. "Excuse me?" she said slightly louder, "Is it going to take 45 minutes?" Again, she was ignored. "Can I please use the bathroom before?" she asked with a decreasing volume Third time, and no response. "I wasn't allowed to go, I really need to..." she said in an almost inaudible tone The officer finally "responded" by beginning to drive. Without a word, he denied her request. Hazel understood why she was so fidgety, and felt sorry for her as she quietly whimpered and shifted in her seat. Hazel couldn't do anything but sit back and close her eyes, since they were heavy with fatigue. Her mind was totally blank, so there was no point in staying awake anyways. At least here, she (hoped that she) wouldn't be yelled at for falling asleep. The officer didn't seem to care about them anyways. Leaving the redhead next to her to her own predicament, Hazel quickly faded out, not caring about anything in the world other than sleep
  5. froggychan

    First-person fictions

    I'm finally back here, after another dry spell! STORY TWO: THE SADISTIC TEACHER'S ASSISTANT I rushed up the stairs, gulping down the rest of the contents of the large coffee I had gotten. I needed caffine today, since today was the midterm for general chemistry. I had been doing poorly in various tests, and I wanted to savage my grade. I needed at least a high B, so I had stayed up late and woke up really early to study. All that time, I had been drinking water and tea to keep me awake and aware. I skipped taking a quick shower, ate a donut and a coffee for breakfast, and put on a regular black t-shirt and faded jeans over the underwear I use for bed. I felt ready for this exam, there was no way I could get anything lower than what I needed! Upon arriving to the class, the seats were quickly filled up. Since there were too many people to organize the class to sit one seat apart from each other, we were crowded up like in regular lectures. I found a seat in the front row of the class, in between two other girls. I sat back, and quickly looked through a few notecards that I had gotten. At that moment, I felt a funny urge. It slowly occured to me that my bladder was beginning to fill up. Not once did I use the bathroom while studying. Still feeling a bit nervous, I dediced to go over my notecards one last time before I get up to go use the bathroom. Halfway through the notecards, one of the TAs started to yell over the class. "Alright, it's exactly noon right now, so please turn off your phones and put away notes, we're passing out the exam!" Dammit. I didn't notice the time, nor the TA nearby. They started to pass out the exams as people put their stuff away. I should have gone to the bathroom, but I guess I had to wait now. I got my exam, and immediately began. 30 multiple choice questions, and 4 free responses, with two and a half hours to complete it. I had enough time for the test, and I was sure I could wait for the bathroom. A few minutes had passed, about 10 minutes. I had answered only 3 questions, since many of them were about kinetics. While putting stuff into the calculator, I couldn't help but notice that my need for the toilet was beginning to give me issues. I took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. I could only shake my foot to keep my body distracted, although I wanted to at least put a hand over my abdomen, but it would be too obvious to the girls sitting next to me. I felt my mouth begin to get dry a little. But I could wait. Another 20 minutes. I was on question 13, since the equilibrium stuff was kind of easy. I could feel the mild stinging of urine pushing against my bladder. I shook my foot a little bit more faster now. I looked at the clock, and it had been about half an hour into the time, give or take a few minutes. But I think I could wait. This time, it was about another 10 minutes later. Question 15. I was beginning to panic. I was more focused on my desperation than the test. I had shifted around in my seat, much to the annoyance of the people next to me. I felt that I was breathing a bit more heavy now. I couldn't help but notice that the girl next to me kept glancing her eyes at me, giving me annoyed looks. I coudn't stay still. I really needed to go to the bathroom. 15 minutes went by. Question 20. I needed to go, and badly. I deeply regretted not going earlier. I bit my lower lip in desperation. I had to finish the test first though. So far, I was confident with all but 2 of my answers. I needed to get a few more correct on the multiple choice, and make an effort on the free response, and I could leave. 10 minutes went by. The first hour was over. By then, I had to discreetly put my hand on my lap. I was bursting. Too much liquid, and the fact that I had been sitting in this seat for an hour were making it worst for me. I decided to take my shot. I just had to, I really couldn't handle it. I couldn't risk having an accident. I turned red as I wrote on the scrap paper, and raised my hand. The same TA that gave me the test came over. She looked cute, wearing a loose wool sweater with black jeans, and her long brunette hair was feathered elegantly. "Yes?" she said quietly, with a smile. I shamefully pointed to what I had written on my paper. "Can I please use the bathroom, Ireally need it, I'll leave my phone behind" She frowned, and shook her head. "Sorry, I can't let you do that, you should have gone to the bathroom before the test". I turned red in embarrassment, since she said it audiable enough for people around to hear my predicament. Now both girls next to me were glancing at me with annoyence. I still felt a bit embarrassed about that. I was denied the bathroom in front of a dozen people. I could hear a snicker behind me. I took a deep breath as I continued the test. I could see the TA talk to another TA, both of the girls looked at my direction and giggled quietly. Maybe like 15 minutes passed. In that time, I only answered one question. My situation was getting worse. The TA, for some reason, began walking around my area, looking at me with what I could tell was a small smile on her face. I kept on shifting in my seat, trying to cross my legs. I groaned quietly, trying to hold it in. I suddenly felt a small leak. I exhaled my breath, and quickly put my left hand in between my legs. I stopped leaking, but I could feel a small spot of wetness on my jeans. I kept glancing at the TA, begging her with my slightly teary eyes. I kept eye contact, and I realized that my predicament was only entertainment for her. 10 minutes later, I felt another leak. This time it was longer. I pressed my hand down. I didn't care if any of the people around me noticed, although I was sure they were noticing. Oh god, oh god, oh no!!! No matter how hard I pressed, I couldn't stop leaking. I felt the growing warmth in my seat, and I could see a medium-sized wet spot grow on my crotch. I realized that if I wasn't out of here in the next few minutes, I was going to wet my pants, guaranteed. The TA looked over at me, and I had a feeling that she could tell that I was losing control. I felt a single tear run down my cheek. I was about to humiliate myself in a class of like 200 people. It wasn't fair. At that point, keeping my dignity was more important than my grade. I could afford to study for A's on my next test and the final. With that thought, I felt an emotional relief, which I quickly realized was physical too. The wetness spread through my seat, soaking my butt and behind my thighs. I felt a few streaks go down my legs, slithering into my shoes and wetting my socks. Even with my panties, jeans, and fingers, the pressure was strong enough to let urine go through its barriers, forming a little pool in between my legs. I didn't know how long I peed for. My jeans and panties were soaked, and my dignity was destroyed. I stood still for a minute, and shifted around a little to empty the pool of urine on my lap. Both girls weren't just glancing at me, but staring at me. The TA was also glancing very intensely at me. So many thoughts were racing in my head. I had just wet myself like a little girl in the middle of a large class. I was totally red. I fought back tears, because I just wanted to curl up and cry. I didn't know what to do. I was wearing light-colored jeans, so the wetness was very noticable. I had no spare clothes or a sweater to tie around my waist, so I had no way of hiding my accident from anyone. I was in the front row, and I had to walk across the campus to get to the parking lot. I felt a few more tears run down my cheeks. The TA kept looking at me, but she wasn't smiling. She was staring very intently, as if she was interested in what just happened to me. I kept my head down, and went back to my test. The discomfort of the now cold jeans were distracting me. Since it was the first time I emptied my bladder in last few hours, it was pretty concentrated and started to get icky and itchy easily. I sheepishly worked on the test. I just wanted to get out, I didn't care about the test anymore. I was confident with a B, and thats what I think I would get. I finished up my multiple choice questions Finally, after sitting in my wet seat for an hour, and the test was over. The humiliation didn't get better with time, as I knew I was still being watched by the TA, as well as the people around me. The tests were being passed down the rows, and the girl to my left handed me the pile of tests, clearly getting a shot of my jeans. She opened her mouth, but closed it, as if she were going to tell me something, but didn't for unknown reasons. I added my test to the pile, and gave it to the girl on my right, who gave me a sympathetic look. The TA took the tests at the end of the row, and I noticed she was counting the people in our row and pulled out a test from the center of the stack. With that, everyone was dismissed. I placed both hands on my lap, trying to cover up my accident as best as I could from the people walking by. Unfortunately, the darkness of the gray carpet underneath me was clear evidence of what had happened. I just wanted to curl up and disappear. I held back a sob as I realized I still had a long walk to the car, and a long drive back home. All I wanted was just a shower and clean clothes. The rest of the TAs were talking in front of the room, each picking up a pile of exams. With everyone gone, and the TAs leaving as well, I was one of the only few people still left in the room. I had decided that it was time for me to go to my walk of shame, taking comfort in the few people left in the room that would see my accident. I noticed my hands were trembling as I picked up my bookbag. I ran out the room in tears. There were people in the hallway - a lot of them. They could all see me in my wet jeans, so I walked as fast as I could, past the bathroom. I thought about going to the bathroom to at least clean up, but it was pointless. As I was walking by the bathroom, I heard something. "Hey, excuse me!" I hesitated to stop, as I wasn't in the state for conversations. I looked to see the TA that had denied me the bathroom. She was standing in front of the bathroom, waving her hand at me. "Come, I need to talk to you!" My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to talk, I just wanted to go home. But I saw that another large class was being dismissed, so I ran out of their sight, into the bathroom. The TA was in the bathroom, and apparently we were alone. "Follow me" she said as she grabbed my hand, and we both went into the handicap stall that was big enough for even more than two people. She opened her bookbag, and went through it. "I don't know what happened to you that would distract you..." she said with a smirk, "but it seems you missed a big part of your test" She took out my test, and handed it to me. I realized that in my rush to get out of the classroom, I had forgotten to answer any of the free response. I panicked. This was almost half of my grade. If I failed this test, the chances of me passing would be very, very slim. "B-b-b, I, but, I d-didn't, I mean w-what can I do, t-to..." I stammered out. At that point, I didn't bother to keep myself from crying. Not only had I wet my pants, but I failed the test. I sobbed gently in front of the TA, trying to at least beg for a second chance. It was pathetic, but I didn't know how else to react. "P-please, please, let m-m-me at least, at least answer t-two, p-please!!!" I choked out through my sobbing. "It's not fa-fair, I had an accident, ple-please don't do this to me!!!" The TA giggled, and I noticed she was blushing as well. "Tell you what...." she said quietly, as if trying to be discreet. "I'll just pretend I graded the tests, then I'll accidentally lose yours and a few others to cover my tracks...." I nodded in agreement. "And, since you aren't grown-up enough to make it to the bathroom, I'll run really quick to my car to get you spare clothes I have that I use for the gym, sounds good?" I nodded as I felt a huge relief. "And in return for that, you have to do something for me...." she said "Wh....what, yeah, what do you want?" I stammered out, in a calmer way. She giggled as she pulled me closer to her. "First off, my name is Nadine" she said with an as-a-matter-of-fact tone "I'll show you want I want" she said in a "seductive" way, as I felt one of her hands caress my lower back, and make its way under my jeans, and under my panties. After an hour or so, I was speechless. Even though they were wet, I pulled up my jeans, as Nadine left the stall. I was still blushing, but not out of embarassment. "Stay here, I'll get you some clothes, OK?" I nodded without making a noise. I sat down on the toilet, still a bit uncomfortable from being in wet clothes. Nadine came back with a pair of sweatpants, although I still had to be in wet panties. She gave me a plastic bag to put my jeans in, and she walked me to my car. Before getting into my car, she gave me her phone number as she walked away. I could swear that her black jeans were glimmering a little bit, but her jeans were too dark to tell. I couldn't help but notice a few drops of something around the area she was standing in, trailing off to her direction. Something told me that this wouldn't be the last encounter that I would have with her
  6. froggychan

    Held for Ransom

    Sorry for the super long absence, I'm glad to get that kind of feedback! CHAPTER TWO: WAKING UP I slowly began to regain my consciousness. I was knocked out cold, kind of like a hangover (I think?). I began to shift a little bit, responding to my tired state. I kept on pushing and forcing, but I realized that I couldn't move. I could feel pressure on me, like something was against me, but I couldn't move. It wasn't that I was paralyzed. I had my eyes open, and I couldn't see anything. It was totally dark. I tried to open my mouth to groan at the fatigue, but I couldn't. It wasn't that I was weak, it was that my mouth was taped shut. I could feel the stretching of my skin, along with the sticky adhesive stuff as I tried to slightly move my lips. It stuck me that I had been restrained. I was on a chair, with my arms on armrests. I could feel something like rope on my wrists, my abdomen, across my body underneath my armpits, and my ankles as well. I had remembered that I was attacked. I couldn't tell when. But once I started to shift a bit more as a response to the realization, I felt some discomfort. My jeans were wet and cold. My socks were also sort of wet too, along with a part of my sweater and my tank top. I also remembered that I had wet myself while trying to fight back, and the last thing I remember was being wrestled down into my puddle. Judging by the clammy feeling of my jeans, I have probably been here only for a few hours, otherwise I would have been dry. Or maybe I have been here for more than that, and I happened to have a second accident. I tried everything, I squirmed, I pushed myself up and down, side to side, but it was no use. I couldn't get out of my restrains. I tried to calm down. I was scared, I didn't know what was going to happen. I tried to scream for help through the tape, only for it to come out in muffles. After a while, I stopped. Nobody was coming to help me. I was on my own. I sobbed through the tape. I didn't know what to do. The itchy and numb feeling of the wet fabric of my jeans and panties were only making my frustation worse. I tried to furiously fight my way out of the chair, screaming at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't. I gave up. I put my head down and continued to cry. Trying to move around also triggered something in me. I felt a weird feeling in my bladder. I thought it was just my gut hurting, but it didn't go away. I started to realize that my bladder was filling up again. That only made me cry more, and try again to fight. I didn't want to wet myself again. I don't know what is going on, or what will happen to me, and it's not fair how I have to wet myself waiting! I'm scared, and the last thing I need is to be humiliated even more! With that, I heard the sound of jingling, followed by the crack of a door opening up. I froze in place. There were footsteps, but the sound of wood and long steps made it seem like somebody was going down some stairs. The footsteps were approaching me. I didn't know whether to keep quiet, or start to beg for help. My eyes were blinded by the sudden light of the ceiling lights turning on. I closed and opened them to adjust myself, and I noticed that I was in some sort of basement, and a big one too. The walls were concrete, and the floor was decorated with dull green carpet. I was adjucent to the staircase I thought was there, directly in a corner like my chair. On the corner next to mine was a bunch of bookshelfs, with miscellanous knacks. A table was in between me and the shelves, and it had a few bottles on it, along with some pots and a small chemistry kit. On the other corner was a billards table that had some beer bottles, along with a little fridge next to it. I skipped a heart beat when I saw the pipe on the wall, between the staircase and the billards table. There were two handcuffs on the pipes, and a small toolbox was on the floor. I also happened to notice some stains in front of the handcuffs. Not like blood, the floor was still kind of green. It was a liquid though, it looked spread out like liquid, as if something was spilled on the floor. In the excitement of the moment, I didn't notice the girl who turned on the lights. I only noticed her until she began to approach me. She was petite, and a little shorter than me, from what I could estimate. Her deep green eyes contrasted with her almost fluorescent skin and her deep red hair, tied in a ponytail behind her. Although she was petite, she had good breasts, based on the tight t-shirt she had. She had tight khaki shorts that went up a little above her knees, showing off her well-toned legs. I couldn't help but blush as I looked at her from botton to top. She seemed to notice that, and she giggled in a cute and girly way, which made me blush even more. "Looks like you had a good nap!"
  7. froggychan

    female Held for Ransom

    (My writer's block is finally over! Thanks for the previous feedback on my writing, I thought that I should keep on practicing. Please leave any feedback or criticism that you might have, I appreciate it!) CHAPTER ONE: HOME I groaned to myself as I slowed down for the red light. But I also took the opportunity to use both of my hands to push against my bladder in desperation. I knew that I would barely make it home on time to make it to the bathroom, and that redlights were not going to help. Please, fucking change!!! I only lived five minutes away. I felt tears in my eyes due to being extremely desperate. The library at the university was closing when I got out. I opted to write and turn in an essay due at midnight instead of using the bathroom, which were closed by the time they started to kick out people. The university was an hour drive, and since I had already been holding for another hour or so at the university, I desperately needed to go. I had my favorite designer jeans on, and I really didn't want to ruin them. I immediately took off once the light turned green. The car I had drove pretty smooth as another luxury feature, so it helped me hold my bladder in. I finally got to the driveway. I parked my car in the driveway of the house, and rushed out. I had to bend in desperation as I stood up, stomping my feet in place. I slowly walked to the door, careful not to lose control. I shakingly placed the key into the lock, and turned. Stepping inside, I let out a sigh of extreme relief, knowing that I was close. I quickly grew horrified when I noticed that my relief wasn't mental, but it was my bladder beginning to let loose. I squeaked in horror and embarrassment, shoving my hands in between my legs. I could feel a bit of urine soaking through my panties and jeans, with a few drops forming on the floor. I rushed to the bathroom door. As I went through the hallway, I noticed that the backdoor in the kitchen was open, with only the screen door closed. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in place. Could that possibly mean there's an intruder? The fear left my frozen in place. I was still fighting my desperation, but I couldn't bring myself to get to the bathroom in fear. And thats where it only became worst. I felt something cover my mouth, realizing it was a cloth. I was dragged back, feeling an arm grab hold of my neck, putting me into a sort of headlock. I tried shouting out, but my protests were muffled by the cloth. I grabbed the assailant's arm, trying to get him to pull off. He pushed me back, putting his leg in between my legs in an effort to get me off balance and trip me. I noticed that it wasn't as hard to try to pull his arm off (not that I succeded), and that my assailant wasn't a really hefty person, as a murderer or kidnapper would be. I heard his grunts of struggle, and I realized that my assailant was actually a she. It made sense, considering that my physical strength was slightly weaker than hers, and that she was about my size. However, I didn't notice that I lost total control. I felt the warmness of the urine stream down my legs. I felt the wetness spread out through the front of my jeans. The tightness of my pantylines, along with the awkward angle at which I was, allowed the stream to travel up and soak the back of my jeans, almost as if I were sitting down while wetting myself. I couldn't even cross my legs in the hopes of keeping my clothes as dry as possible. I cried out as I felt both the relief and embarrassment of wetting myself. "Goddamit" the assailant complained, as she felt the urine soak her leg that she put in between mines to try to trip me. Afterwards, I don't know if I was the one who slipped on the growing puddle beneath us, or if it was her, but we both fell to the floor. Unfortunately, not only was it me who fell into the puddle further soaking myself in urine, but she got the advantage and fell on top of me, making it easier to hold me down. She dropped the cloth, and I could finally speak "Help! Please, help!!" I screamed, hoping that a neighbor could hear. But since this was an upper-class neighbor, the houses were big and further apart, so I don't think anybody heard me. "Shut up! You're making it worst for yourself!" she growled in response. I felt one of her hands let go of me, and just like that, I felt a sharp sting on my neck. There was a cold feeling running through the area where I was stung, followed by a sudden fit of extreme drowsiness. I felt myself get weaker, and put up less of a fight. Eventually, I couldn't move due to the fatigue. I couldn't even move my mouth. The assailant got up, staring at me as I tried to move my body. I was at her feet, humiliated, defeated and helpless. I felt myself drift out, as I heard her laugh. I know she was making fun of me for wetting myself, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I did hear a ripping noise, like tape. She grabbed my head up by my hair, to tape my mouth shut. The last thing I felt was my arms being placed on my back, and then everything turned dark.
  8. froggychan

    First-person fictions

    So, with this whole thing going on in the Wetting Experiences forum about fake experiences, I thought I could creatively exploit the situation by practicing first-person fictions, being put in "too good to be true" situations. STORY ONE: SUBWAY DESPERATION I didn't know what time it was, but it was kind of late. I had been out with my friends in New York, visiting over the summer. We had gone drinking at an upscale bar. I looked classy - the nicest black shirt I had matched with tight beige dress pants and white dress shoes. I drank a lot, but enough to keep me sober and awake. Soon afterwards, they were going out somewhere else as well. It was like 1 in the morning, and I was already getting tired. We arrived at 4 in the morning from the airport, and all we did was just check into our hotel room, and leave right afterwards. I hadn't slept in forever. I had to be the deadbeat in our group, and call it a night. They tried to persuade me, but it wasn't enough to keep me from dropping out, and heading to the hotel. Naturally, I didn't have enough money. I had a credit card, and that was all. I didn't think that a taxi would carry a credit card scanning thing, and if they did, I wouldn't feel too comfortable with that. You can never be too sure who is running a real business or not. I instead chose to use the subway. Safer, as far as I knew, and more reliable. The nearest subway station was about a few blocks down the road. As I was leaving the bar, I had started to feel a tingling feeling. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. Nothing really urgent, it's just the tingling feeling that gets me. Anyways, I was more tired than anything, so I played it off. I could hold it until I got to the hotel. And I didn't want to bother taking that much time in a public restroom. And even if I wanted to, everything was either closed or busy. I had finished walking the four blocks to the subway station. The feeling in my bladder got a little worse, because I walked without any stop, having the luck of getting green lights on the crosswalks. I paid for a pass with my card, and got down to the platform to wait. Not a lot of people were there. Maybe a dozen or so, and most looked like professionals and business people heading home after a long night of work. Skip forward 15 minutes. The train wasn't there, and my need was starting to increase. I found myself crossing my legs subconsciously. I originally dismissed my need as something I could hold, and now it was starting to get uncomfortable. The coldness of the underground wasn't helping. I felt goosebumps in my back and arms. It was cold, and I was tired. I closed my eyes, just to help me relax a little. I woke up. I was startled by the sudden noise of the train coming. Once I came to my senses, I realized one thing right away. I needed the toilet, and really bad. I don't know how long I slept for, since my phone was dead. The alcohol and fatigue knocked me down really good. My bladder was screaming for relief, and I was not prepared for that. In the meanwhile, I stood up to catch the train. My bladder soon cramped up, and I doubled in pain, squeezing my hands in between my legs to fight back. I caught a few glances of people noticing me hold myself. My face turned red with the embarrassment of holding myself and having people notice me. I quickly sat down in the isolated end of the car in shame and desperation. My bladder was demanding relief, and I had mistakenly calculated that I hold it. I realized that I needed a bathroom, and fast. I don't know if the alcohol was messing with my perception of my bladder, since I felt the dizzying effects of alcohol ware off while my desperation increased. The train was speeding down the tunnel by then. I kept shifting my legs back and forth. I was about 3 stations away from the hotel, so the next stop would be a third of the way. I took a deep breathe in. The train started to slow down as it reached the station. However, it wasn't the station I had in mind. I went to see the map on the side of the door of the train. I carefully stood up, and paced my way to the map. My heart sank when I saw that I had gone the wrong way. Stupid, really fucking stupid! I was frustrated at the news. However, the good news was that the train going in the right direction was right there, on the other side of the platform. I had a bladder to hold, so I had to consider whether to sprint or not. If I didn't, then I would have to wait. I could not take the risk. I (at least) power walked to the next train, and got on. About as I was about to sit and slow down, my heart dropped again at the realization that I was leaking. I felt a small dribble go down my leg. I jolted to the nearest seat, and shoved my hands between my legs. It stopped the dribbling. At the very least, I was alone in the car. I waited for the train to start before I could inspect the damage, in fears of someone coming into the car. The train started speeding, and I sat up a little to check for wetness. There was a small patch of wetness that was dark and visible, due to my pants being beige. It wasn't bad, but noticeable. I took the liberty to hold myself while being alone. I whimpered and squirmed freely, and it did help out. I stopped to hold my posture once the train stopped at the original station. Nobody came in, and I continued. Next station (1/3rd of the way), nobody. Next station, nobody as well, I was on a streak. The next stop was my last. I felt myself go cold with emotional relief as the train stopped at the last stop. I got up slowly, and stepped out into the station. Thankfully, there was even an elevator there too, for disabled people. Nobody needed it, so I didn't feel bad using it to go up. The only thing that could go wrong was if it shut down while I was in here. That didn't happen, but something else did happen. I felt another dribble. I grabbed myself as tight as possible. I felt my eyes get teary. I was starting to wet myself. I have never felt this embarrassed before. I stepped out sheepishly, with the discomfort of the dampness in my underwear and parts of my leg. Only a couple of blocks more. I moaned, hoping to make it. Some people did notice again, but I couldn't help it. I tried my best to walk to the hotel. Then it happened. What started as a dribble turned into a full stream. I clenched my hands down to stop it, but my hands provided enough pressure for my pee to shoot in all directions. I removed my hands, now shaking with relief and shock. I stepped to the side of the sidewalk, letting a couple walk be me, glancing at me disgracing myself. I could hear the girl giggle from a distance away. I felt the pee run down the back and front of my pants, pooling into my shoes and the floor. It felt so good though. I have never felt this much relief. I took a broken breath in. It lasted forever. My bladder finally stopped. A few spurts came out, but that was it. I felt relief, and then the shame. I felt a few tears of humiliation go past my cheeks. I let a small sob out. I was out in a big city, with nobody but my friends, and I had just wet my pants. I retreated to a wall and begin to sob. I couldn't believe this. I thought I could hold it, but ended up peeing my pants. The wetness on beige clearly allowed the world to see my accident. The cold and clammy feeling of wet fabric only intensified my humiliation. I didn't know what to do. I had to get to my room, fast. I had to walk past strangers, with my wet pants clear on display for everyone to see, and for everyone to later laugh at about. I had to go through a walk of shame to the hotel, keeping my head down. I sheepishly entered the hotel. There wasn't a lot of people, but the few people there noticed the poor girl walking by, wearing her pee-soaked clothes. I made it to the elevator, and went to my floor. I had to shower and change myself. But no matter how much I would wash myself or change myself, the embarrassment was permanent. I made it to my room. I reached into my purse for the keys, desperate for clean clothes and a place away from people. Just then, the only thing that could make this night worse for me happened. The stupid, fucking, retarded key to the room. I forgot it. My friends have it. I never asked for the key. I could not get into the room. This was too much. I leaned my back into the door after trying to hopelessly open it without the key. I slid down to the floor, and began crying. My phone was dead, so I couldn't call for any of my friends. A clean pair of pants, a private space and a warm shower was just in my reach, but just like that, it was taken away. People passing by couldn't help but glance at me. The poor young woman who was crying, and who wet herself like someone of one third of her age. Of course, nobody wanted to intervene, with the distant smell of liquor coming from around her. To them, I was just a helpless drunk who was too washed up to get to a toilet on time. I had to stay outside my room, in wet pants, in disgrace, in view of anyone, until my friends came. I don't know when they would get here. I didn't have any more willpower to even ask for help downstairs in the front desk. My only hope was that maybe, just maybe my pants would dry up by the time they got here.
  9. froggychan

    Crying while wetting?

    I think a scenario where a girl pees herself, following by crying and snuggling with you for comfort is really cute
  10. CHAPTER 1: PRISON TRANSFER Roxanne Holloway couldn't go to sleep. She laid on the bed, shivering, as the temperature was pretty low in her stone cold cell. She didn't know what time it was since there wasn't a clock anywhere. And even if there was a clock, she couldn't see through the pitch black of her cell, since the guards would turn off all lights once it was 9, which was probably hours ago. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible. It wasn't that she felt depressed or anxious. The pillows that were on all beds were really thin. Also, this was her last night in the prison. According to what she heard, a new law was passed. The adult prisons lowered their accepted age limit from 21 to 18. She was at 19 years old, and was already dreading the day she'd be sent to the adult prison, but she didn't expect it to be anytime soon. Roxanne, along with a whole bunch of other girls, were in the process of being transferred. The juvenile detention center considered them to be adults, so they had to be restrained as so; the transferring prisoners were all strapped down to their beds as a safety precaution. The discomfort she felt was from the tough restraints and the coldness. She couldn't curl up, and they weren't given blankets. Roxanne imagined that she wasn't the only uncomfortable one, and the sounds of the other girls whimpering and sobbing confirmed that. After a while, her body finally gave in. She'd rather much sleep in discomfort than not sleep at all. Tomorrow was a big day for Roxanne. She had always kept to herself. Nobody in the detention center really bothered her (although she had only made one friend who was also transferring), but she was scared that it would be different in the adult system. She closed her eyes, and drifted off. A couple of hours or so later Roxanne slowly woke up to a voice. She felt weird. I feel sick.... "Please, can you please let me out!" Roxanne heard the voice of one of the other prisoners. Naturally, she tried to sit up as a result of being awoken, but the restraints pushed her back down. The jolt went through her body, and intensified at her abdomen region. That was when she realized that she needed to pee. She had drank a lot of water, as usual, during dinner, but she didn't use the bathroom earlier on because her mind was preoccupied in thinking of the transfer. The sudden need quickly woke her up and she was totally conscious of her surroundings. Roxanne felt her bladder start screaming for relief. "Please, I really need to go to the bathroom!!" pleaded the girl from the other cell. Roxanne couldn't see her, but was sure that she was probably in the cell next to hers, based on the clarity of her voice. She also heard the squeaking of the metal bed frame from the other cell, which let her assume that the girl was squirming and fighting her restrains as best as she could. She also noticed that some girls were still whimpering and crying in the background. A door was opened somewhere, and a guard walked into the hallway with a flashlight. The light from the opened door provided some light. She could see the girl, since the cells were separated by metal bars. She was a redhead with glasses, and she looked familiar. From what Roxanne could remember, she had an athletic build. She was wearing a tank top, which showed off her tattoo-covered arms. The guard stood in front of her cell, and started screaming. Roxanne could see that the girl froze in fear once she was being yelled at. "It's 2 in the morning, no talking!" "But please, I need the bath-" "I said no talking, you are expected to keep quiet or you will be punished!" "No, come on, do-" "I heard you already, and the answer is no!" The girl did not respond to that statement. "You are considered an adult, and you are expected to maintain your bodily needs like one!" "I'm.......begging.....y-" "If you continue to be disruptive, you will be gagged for the night, so I highly recommend shutting the hell up!" Another girl spoke up from another cell "Come on, you have us tied down, it's not fair, I need to go too!" "You can't do this to us!" A few other girls also started to protest. It was obvious that neither the redhead nor Roxanne were the only ones bursting for the toilet. Roxanne considered speaking out as well, but decided to keep quiet, hoping that the huge demand would allow her to get a bathroom The guard shouted again "Next one to open their mouth will be forced to relieve themselves where they are!" The entire hallway went silent. They understood what the guard meant. None of them were willing to go through the humiliation of being forced to wet themselves. Roxanne wondered how would they even be forced to go. "No means no, you should have gone before being taken here, as you all knew that you would have been strapped down and that there are no toilets in any of these cells, so quit asking for it, you won't get it, you can only hope to hold it long enough" The silence was broken by the distant sobs of another girl "And you'll be taken out of here at 8 am, which is 6 hours, and the ride to the jail is an hour or so, and booking takes at least a couple of hours before they assign you to a cell. Once you are at your cell, which I estimate to be sometime near noon, you may use the toilet. Good luck holding it!" With that, the guard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Soon after, the room erupted in whimpers. Roxanne found herself squirming in desperation. She groaned, as her bladder was furiously demanding relief. It didn't help that she heard the sound of hissing followed by liquid hitting the floor, followed by the panicked cries of a girl that was probably across from her. Roxanne felt herself trying to at least apply some pressure to her crotch area. Her legs were strapped down at the ankles, knees and midway up her thigh, and they were positioned spread a little from each other. "Please, I'm begging you, I can't hold it!!" shouted out the redhead. A few minutes passed by, and another hissing noise was heard, as well as the groaning of whoever wet herself. The door opened, and a female guard came inside. Roxanne was a bit hopeful, the guard was a female, so she would understand how it feels. "Oh, oh, please!!!" pleaded the redhead as the female guard opened up her cell. However, instead of hearing her restraints being removed, Roxanne heard a weird ripping noise. "W-what is th-", the redhead didn't get to finish talking, as the guard shut her mouth with tape. The redhead tried to scream through the tape, pleaded and crying through it, but the guard was already locking up her cell, and she closed the door, leaving the prisoners in the dark. The redhead sobbed for the next 15 minutes Roxanne knew she was going to wet herself. She was going to have to go through the humiliation of wetting her uniform, and then the discomfort of having to wear her soiled clothes until they dried or until she was given dry clothes. She took a deep breath in. C'mon Roxy, you can hold it, don't give up now, you can do it Roxanne remembered that it wasn't too long ago that she had wet herself. She was cornered by the police after they caught her breaking into her fifth ATM. Her two friends abandoned her once she was cornered, so she panicked. She remembered how it felt. An officer pointed a gun at her, and told her to place her hands above her head. She quickly felt a growing warmth go up her panties and down her legs, and saw the growing dark streaks of wetness trail down her jeans as the officers approached her. They pushed her down into the grass, and continued relieving herself, with the warmth saturating the front of her jeans and tummy area. Once they booked her into the county jail, she cried herself to sleep, ignoring the mean comments from the other prisoners laughing at the then 17-year old soaked criminal. That was two years ago, but the warm feeling was happening now. Roxanne squeaked as she realized she started peeing without noticing. She pushed to stop the stream. Luckily, she felt that she had only wet her underwear. Now it would be harder to hold it in, with her wet panties making her uncomfortable and her bladder which was more insistent than ever Roxanne couldn't help but feel bad once the redhead started wailing through her tape, and then hearing the hissing noise of the redhead peeing her pants. The hissing lasted a while, so she could tell that the redhead really needed to go, and that now she was completely soaked. "D...don't cry....." she said softly, but not loud enough for her to hear. Roxanne wanted to comfort her, for some reason. She understood how it felt to be like that, and she knew that she was the first one to (kind of) stand up for the others. The whole situation though was unfair. What harm was there to letting the prisoners use a toilet? Roxanne began to whimper in desperation. She felt small dribbles every now and then. The rest of the sobbing and whimpering settled down, now that most of the girls had already relieved themselves and were too tired and embarrassed to continue making noise. Nobody cared to speak, despite the earlier protests. The scent of urine began to collect up a little, as well as another scent that implied that some girls also needed to do more than just pee. Another dribble. By now, Roxanne knew that her butt and panties were soaked. The gradual puddle reached her arms. Roxanne lost all willpower to hold it. She was already wet and defeated, so there was little point in maintaining her remaining dignity. Roxanne couldn't handle it. She closed her eyes tight, bit her lip, and let go. The pressure was enough to make some pee jet up, also slightly soaking the front of her pants. The puddle grew, soaking the bottom half of her tank top, and reaching the restraints at her knees. She felt tears of relief and humiliation roll down her cheeks. There she was, a 19 year old who was forced to wet her pants in bed. There was nothing she could do though. She couldn't get up, she couldn't at least take her pants off. And now, she can't change herself or inspect the damage. She could only breathe deeply, and hold back her sobs. After a while, her thighs and butt began to feel sticky. The wet fabric clung to her skin, and her wet panties started to ride up her butt. Roxanne shut herself from the rest of the world, and submitted to her shame and discomfort, like the rest. She was defeated, and now a prisoner of her accident. She closed her eyes, and started to drift off. Her energy was wasted, and now she could only hope that her pants would be at least damp by the time she woke up, if not dry. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
  11. froggychan

    Having to admit my shame at the hotel

    I wouldn't say she was a jerk. It obviously was the first time she dealt with a situation like this, so it seems funny at first, assuming shes not into it
  12. Long story short: I'm back from a dry spell! So, a little background into what I'm up to right now. A friend of mine is having her wedding (grad student in the department), so a few of us were invited to her wedding. So we all agreed to check into a hotel. I got the luck (?) of getting my own room. Small but decent. As the tags imply, I wet the bed last night. Not much of a story behind there, I wasn't desperate or anything when going to bed, so it was an unintended accident. I did drink some alcohol that night without going to the bathroom, but not enough to get me drunk. I didn't go to the bathroom at all when I got back to my room. I just wet straight to sleep out of exhaustion, still in my jeans and flannel shirt I wore that night. Anyways, I woke up completely soaked in the morning. I was lying on my stomach, and I felt the cold wetness up to the area right below my chest. My flannel and the tank top underneath absorbed most of the wetness, while the rest of the urine that wasn't absorbed soaked the sheets of the mattress, creating a very uncomfortable sticky and moist feeling in the air under the blanket. It was pretty clear that I had wet myself while lying on my stomach, but I'm guessing I probably tossed and turned in the bed based on the fact that the back of my jeans were kind of wet as well, along with the part of the shirt covering my lower back. I just laid there, in shock and embarrassment of my situation. The realization that I wet the bed in a hotel was sinking into me. It wasn't like home where I can just wash the sheets without anybody knowing. I wasn't planning on being rude and just leaving the hotel in the state I left it in. I laid in my wet clothes for a good 15 minutes, wondering what to do. I was just too panicked to even get up. I honestly felt like crying for a minute. Eventually, I did get up (obviously). The bed sheets were soaked, the blanket was soaked and I was soaked. I sheepishly walked to the shower to wash up. I remember wiping away my eyes a few times out of pure embarrassment. It wasn't like the "good" embarrassment I like to feel, it was the "bad" kind I didn't know what to do with my wet clothes, so I just soaked them in the shower as well, in hopes that maybe the smell wont be too bad, because I dint want to put it in with the rest of the luggage and make all my clothes smell. I wasn't planning on sleeping on a wet bed tonight, so I had to go tell someone. The worst (or best, for some I guess) part was that I had to tell somebody that I wet the bed like some bratty teen I wanted to get over with it, so I straight up went to the clerk at the front desk. (dialogue, kind of how it went, according to my memory) Me: Hi Clerk: Hello, what can I do for you? Me: I need a new bed or something Clerk: I'm sorry Me: I meant new bed sheets, if you guys do that, or whatever Clerk: Bed sheets? (she looked confused, so it just added to my humiliation knowing that this was the first time she dealt with such a thing) Me: Yes, please...(I was talking as low as possible at this point, keeping my head a little down) Clerk: We don't really do that, I think... Me: I mean, I kind of....you know, ruined it Clerk: Ruined the room? Me: No, the bed... Clerk: OK, so what do you need, I'm a little confused, sorry (she was getting a little annoyed) Me: I had an accident... (I had to say it at one point) Clerk: Umm, are you ok? (I guess she thought it was an accident in the sense of an injury) Me: N-, yes I mean. I mean, I kind of, kind of wet the bed (I said it as shamefully and low as humanly possible) Clerk: Oh, ok, I get you now, I guess (she finally understood what I was saying) Me: OK Clerk: Alright, we'll tell room service you need, you know, sheets (she said it quietly as well, in sympathy to make sure nobody else heard) Me: Thank you... Clerk: Not a problem, anything else? Me: No thanks (not making eye contact at this point) Clerk: OK have a great day, alright? Me: You too I felt proud of myself for not breaking down into tears for admitting my accident. I don't know why I felt that humiliated. I guess probably because I messed up somebody else's property, I think. Either way, I kept my head down as I went back up to my room. My eyes were getting a little watery. But I had to get over it, an accident is an accident. I wet the bed, but now they'll change the sheets and it will be all OK I got my stuff and went out for the day. I walked into the lobby just in time to see the desk clerk talking to another clerk, then quickly ending their conversation as they spotted me. I walked out slowly enough to hear some laughter as I walked out (goddammit). So now I'm laying down in bed, realizing that tomorrow morning, I'll have to see the girl who I admitted to wetting the bed to. UGH At least you guys enjoyed this, and I'll be able to enjoy it once I'm home-free from being the punch-line of a joke between hotel clerks
  13. froggychan

    My short stories collection!

    I identify more with Maxine. I feel like I am more submissive than dominant. Im just too shy and quiet to act as somebody with power. I find it arousing to be the poor and helpless girl in the relationship. Not that ive ever had such a relationship, but I feel I would be more comfortable as the submissive one. And I switched between POVs to give the characters more feeling to them. I feel like only dialogue would make them look like robots, so I want to look into their minds and show their actual emotions and how they turn into actions. But I still appreciate your feedback, I see where you are coming from! Thank you! STORY FIVE: MUGGED AT GUNPOINT Emily was holding back tears as she raced down the stairs. This is so fucking unfair The night couldn't get any worst. Emily had been holding her bladder since 7pm, trying to finish up a huge project due in the morning. The office closed at 9pm, and Emily rushed to the bathroom as soon as possible. Much to her horror, the bathroom was closed for maintenance. And the office building was closed for the night, which meant that there was no bathroom available, as she was the last non-security person in the building. The only restroom would be where security is, but Emily had no idea where security even was. She stood outside the broken bathroom, pacing and whimpering, wondering what to do. She had been denied relief, and it took her a while to register that in her head. Her new plan was to get to her car and drive to where a bathroom was, like a gas station. But again, luck cruelly denied her relief yet again, as the elevator was powered down for the night. Now, trying her best not to wet her white jeans, she ran down the stairs, sobbing all the way down. It hurts, I really need to fucking get to a toilet right now!!! Poor Emily was forced to go down 7 long flights of stairs, stopping at each landing to bend over, and doing an exaggerated pee dance. By the time she was at the parking lot level, she was wailing. Her hopes of making it home dry were fading. She sniffled her mucus back into her nose, stuffing one hand into her crotch and using the other one to shift through her purse, looking for the keys to her car. I can make it.....I...need to make it...I can't wet my pants! Without a second to react, Emily was thrown forward into a concrete column. She smacked her face right into the column, giving her a bloody nose. She used both hands to hold herself in. She was in more shock than pain. She turned around to see a hooded figure a few feet away, walking up to her. Emily screamed in shock, as she stumbled back up. She felt herself leak a little, before grabbing her crotch. "Hands up bitch!" "Wh-wha..no..I...p-ple-" "Hands up!" Emily had no choice but to take her hands out of between her legs, and raised them up. She gasped and groaned as she started to spurt little by little. "Your purse, give it!" "O-OK, just pl-please, my k-keys...." "Give it!" Emily sobbingly gave her purse to the thief, without taking her keys out "I d-don't care, take it, I j-j-just need to pee so b-bad, let m-me go" "You're already wetting yourself, shut up!" the thief replied in disgust as he shuffled through the purse, stuffing things into their pocket Emily squeaked in embarrassment and horror when she noticed she was already wetting herself. She pulled the bottom of her red sweater as down as she could, to cover the growing wet spot. But it was no use. The pee made her white pants totally transparent. From the front her dark blue panties were seen a little through the wet fabric. But if you were to look at her from behind, it would seem as if she had no pants on. The held-up urine shot out force from her, flowing up her firm and round butt, and traveling completely down her backside, pooling at her feet. Emily feel to her knees, into her puddle, and began sobbing in the post-accident humiliation. A few isolated spurts shot out into her panties, but they sponged up so much urine that the spurts just went through the fabric of her underwear and jeans, into the large puddle under her. The gunman was no longer there, and instead, was taking Emily's car. Emily screamed in horror, as she stumbled onto her feet, trying to run after her car. She was too late, as she saw her stolen car drive away. Emily stood there, wailing in defeat. She pinched out her tight jeans to keep them from sticking uncomfortably to her skin, but it was no use. She angrily patted down her wet jeans into her skin, in the frustration and anger. Emily didn't know what to do. She wiped off the blood from her nose with the sleeve of her sweater. Her brown hair was messy and soaked in sweat. She took off her sweater, leaving her with only her tank top covering her top in the cold air of the parking garage. She tied her sweater around her waist, in a sad attempt to hide her shame. It only covered her butt and upper thighs though, still revealing the wetness of the bottom of her legs. She didn't want to walk home like this. It would be too embarrassing for people to see her, a young woman, in wet pants like some toddler. Through dry sobs and sniffling, she walked back into the building, to find the security office. Maybe they can help her out there. She would have no choice but to explain to whoever was there why her jeans were soaked. Maybe they might have something for me to wear.... Poor Emily began her search for the office, sobbing, and walking in a limp-like manner as a result of the sticky and horrible feeling of the cold and wet fabric hugging her legs and butt.
  14. froggychan

    My short stories collection!

    STORY FOUR: RANSOM Maxine Collins sat in her seat sobbing gently. The tears streamed out from under her blindfold. The gag in her mouth was loose enough for her to let out muffled sobs. She had no idea of what was going on. She could only remember that she was on her way home from the office on the Subway train. She was bursting for a toilet, as she was one of the last few people in the office, so janitorial services had shut down the only toilet for cleaning. Maxine had been holding herself shamelessly on the train, making a scene as she stomped her feet in place and whimpered loudly. Maxine finally found a toilet, but she was spurting her pants by then. As she struggled to take her pants off, already peeing in them, she recalled that a mysterious woman had followed her into the bathroom, wearing a hoodie and sunglasses to conceal her identity. The woman had called out to Maxine, with one hand behind her back. And it went blank from there. Maxine assumed that she had been a captive for quite a while now, as her pants was mostly dry, with some dampness on her panties around her privates. Her legs felt a little sticky, and she reeked of pee. Although she had emptied her bladder already, Maxine felt her bladder fill yet again. She had been working long hours since the morning until late night, so she filled herself with heavily caffeinated cups of coffee throughout the day. She was sure that her bladder didn't let out all the coffee from the long day. Perhaps not even half of what she had drank. Two hours or so had passed since she had awoken. Her desperation was now urgent. Maxine didn't have the luxury of being allowed to jam her hands between her legs as they were tied to the armrests of the chair. She didn't even have the luxury of crossing her legs, as each leg was tied to the respective leg of the chair. The only thing she could do is cry and squirm against her restrains. She light brown long hair was messy. The back of her green dress shirt was soaked in sweat, and the area under her armpits were transparent with sweat as well, revealing part of her frilly white bra that matched with her frilly panties, which were probably stained yellow from before. Maxine did her best to hold her pee. She didn't want to wet her pants, because she had a feeling that she wouldn't be getting any clean clothes anytime soon. All of a sudden, she heard a door open, and then close, even though she couldn't see who it was. Footsteps were getting closer. Suddenly, a blinding light stunned Maxine, as she closed her eyes tightly. She slowly opened them, adjusting to the sudden light after such a long time in the dark. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" Maxine stared up at who she assumed was her captor. The same girl from the subway bathroom. She looked young, about college student aged. Her scarlet hair was cut short right above her shoulders. Her tank top revealed arms covered in tattoos from shoulder to the mid-length of both her arms. She had washed out light blue jeans that hugged her legs as a second skin, stretching as best as they could, showing off noticeable panty lines. "You've been asleep since yesterday. Are you OK? Anything to eat, drink?" she asked cheerfully Maxine tried to murmur something out through her gag. "You probably wanna know why you're here, right?" Maxine nodded her head. Although the toilet was a big concern, she valued her safety even more. "Well, I know who you are. Some big millionaire businesswoman with a large bank. Here's the deal. I'm holding you ransom. I contacted your family, coworkers, everyone. What I want is some money. Holding you ransom is easer than robbing a bank or something. And easy too, since I've been spying on you, know where you live, the train you take to go home, whatever. Simple as that. Don't want to hurt you or anything, I just want money, that's all. I told them to come up with a good price to buy you back with, and come up with it by the end of the month. That's two weeks. I'm keeping you here long to get them worried about you." Maxine started to try screaming through her gags. "Hey, they give me the money, and you're free. Relax, anyways its not like anyone is gonna hear you. This building is abandoned, not even where I live. I keep it locked so nobody finds you or hears you, so you are more than welcome to scream" the redhead replied with a smile. Maxine burst into tears. She understood everything her captor was saying. It was best to listen in this kind of situation. What the redhead didn't understand was that Maxine was really trying to beg for the bathroom. She interpreted her pleads and sobbing as resistance. Maybe if she were to calm down, the redhead would let her talk. She stopped screaming and squirming, and reduced herself to sniffles, and looked up at her captor with sad puppy eyes. "Awww, I'm sorry but you're so adorable like that!" and with that, the redhead rubbed Maxine's head like some sort of pet. She sat back, feeling helpless that every plead was met with rejection. Her bladder needed to be released, fast. What caught her off guard was that he redhead suddenly pushed her hands between her legs. "Ahh....hey...can I ask you something" she said with a sinister tone. "Do...do you gotta pee yet?" Maxine could only stare at her captor. Yet? Does she know? Did she do something to me? Does she know I'm desperate? "Look, I...well...kind of have a fetish for this. You know. Desperation. Pants wetting...." Maxine stared in surprise, unsure of how to react. "..so...while you were sleeping, I poured a bottle of water down your throat before I gagged you. Well, bottles, with an "s", with diuretics and everything. And before I came here, I had some beer, with diuretics too..." She did what? She did this to me! Maxine used her remaining energy one last time to futilely struggled against the rope. The redhead laughed cruelly, while crossing her legs. "I know you gotta piss! Don't lie! I need to as well. Don't take this personal or anything, I just cant find anyone to do this with, so might as well get it out of the way with you..." Maxine began sobbing again, realizing that the redhead had no plans on giving her access to a toilet. Her desperate body language was rejected with laughter. She couldn't submit to such a humiliating fate. It seemed hopeless...but she had to fight! The redhead pulled up a chair from the side of the empty room. She sat down directly in front of Maxine, waiting for her to burst. She giggled. "Mind if I do...umm, this?" The redhead pressed down on Maxine's swollen bladder with force. Maxine grunted and moaned in pain. She nodded her head in resistance. That only made the redhead laugh more. "Hahaha! Ha...ah..ahh! Oh god..." the redhead kissed between her teeth, as she too fought her own desperation. But she was enjoying it, unlike Maxine. An evil smirk spread across the redhead's face, with her eyes lighting up in response to some sort of discovery. "Sorry if this hurts, but I wanna get to the good part..." With all her strength, she punched Maxine's swollen abdomen. Maxine yelled out in pain through her gags. The sudden pressure on her bladder was too much. The first few spurts showed up on her grey pants. The redhead snickered, proud of the results. Maxine sobbed loudly and blurry through her gag. Oh no, no, no, no!!! I'm peeing myself, I'm peeing myself!! I can't stop!! What started as a few spurts from her worn-out bladder turned uncontrollable. Maxine tried her best to strain her tired muscles more to close the dam, but it was no use. A small trickle, then a pressurized stream. Maxine screamed in horror. The redhead moaned in pleasure and arousal at the sight of the hottie in front of her, losing control of herself like a little kid. The puddle grew under Maxine's butt, spilling from the edges of the chair. She lifted herself as much as the restraints allowed her too. The angle of her thighs made the urine trickle down, into the back of her knees and down her legs. Two small puddles grew around each of her feet, mixing with the larger puddle. Maxine gave the redhead one last look, pleading with her sad and teary eyes. The redhead wasn't interested in giving Maxine any sort of mercy or sympathy. Infact, the redhead was wetting herself too, moaning in pleasure. She stood up, as the wet patch grew across the front of her jeans. She turned to see her butt. The patch travelled up, tracing her panty lines as the tightness forced her urine up her jeans. The warmth of the liquid streaming down her legs made her sigh in relaxation. She put her hand on her private, rubbing through her jeans in pleasure. "Ohh....yeah...mm...feels....so fucking great...." The redhead groaned. The pee from her saturated panties acted like a sort of lubricant. The fabric of her panties was silky enough as it was dry, but the wetness made it feel dozens of times better. The pleasure was too much. "Ah!! Ahhhh!! Yes, ohhhhhhh yes!!!" The redhead was releasing another sort of fluid into her ruined panties. Her eyes teared up in relief. Her body was shaking in a mixture of arousal and relief. She giggled uncontrollably as she took her hands off her privates, sticky in fluid, and rubbed the rest of her soaked jeans. The clinging of the fabric and post-release stickiness of the cool urine made the feeling even more amazing. She looked at Maxine, who was feeling the same post-release results, but with discomfort instead of please. Maxine was sobbing. The inside of her pants were sticky and moist with the urine cooling down on her skin. The wet fabric hugging her legs and thighs were making her itchy. Her panties rode up her butt everytime she did the slightest movement. She was still lifting her butt about the seat, not wanting to further soak herself in her puddle. Eventually, her muscles gave in, and she was forced to sit back down the puddle of her pee on the seat, with discomfort and in defeat. There she was, a 30-year old grown woman with an Ivy League college degree, forced to sit down in her wet pants like some sniffling insolent brat. Maxine could no longer produce any new tears, so she sobbed dryly, sniffling in the trails of mucus that ran down her nose when she was crying. She took slow and heavy breathes, in and out. She looked up at her captor, who was smiling in relief and naughtiness. Her eyes were mixed with defeat, humiliation, and anger. The looks didn't provoke any sympathy or fear in her captor. Instead, in made her captor laugh. She looks so cute, embarrassed and angry... "Pout all you want lady, don't think I'll kiss your ass like others have done all your life" The redhead sat back down on her chair, sighed in tiredness. The room went silent, with only Maxine's breathing and the dripping of drops of pee into the floor being the only noise. "Well, I think I'm done here for now. I got a backpack outside with fresh clothes for me, I'm not doing public wetting....yet" She stood up, as Maxine struggled and pleaded for fresh clothes too. The redhead cruelly laughed, denying whatever her pee-soaked prisoner was begging for. "Quit your shit. I'll be back for tomorrow for breakfast, I don't need you starving out on me." Maxine screamed through her gag. "Oh don't worry, I'll bring a some soda and good beer for us to drink, I won't forget" The redhead walked to the door, turning off the light, leaving Maxine in the dark again. "Good night princess, try to keep yourself dry for the night, m'kay? Sweet dreams, love you!" She shut the door, leaving Maxine screaming and crying and begging. Sadly for Maxine, this wouldn't be the only accident she would have during her captivity. Two weeks worth of accidents would go by, and her family would make an offer that her captor wasn't conformed with, extending her bondage for another month, unbeknownst to her at the moment. Poor Maxine would be forced to wet herself over and over, for the next six weeks, with the occasional messing. All of this in the same pair of dirty pants, as her captor would cruelly deny her the privilege of letting her change into clean clothes. Maxine's captor had been given a good sum of money and fled to the Caribbean. She let a day go by, and then called Maxine's family to tell her where she was held. Sitting on a beach, Gilly was tanning herself in a bikini, with a drink at her side. She smiled at the thought of the humiliation Maxine was probably facing, having her family and the police find her crying on top of such a large and smelly mess she had made over those last few weeks. She wondered how many showers Maxine would need to get rid of that scent of saturated urine and sweat. Finishing up her drink, Gilly noticed a blond woman walk by her. She was gorgeous, had to be a model. Gilly grinned evilly as she followed the blond at a distance, to see where her hotel room was at. After this, she would probably have to go to the general shop nearby to buy rope and diuretics.
  15. froggychan

    Experiment #3: Begging for the Bathroom

    If anything, ill just wet myself in a restroom and then act drunk. that way i can clean my mess up and although being legitimately drunk sounds fun, i dont know how id behave while drunk and dont want to make poor decisions (driving under the influence)