peepantsrunner

Sneakily peeing through panties under a skirt is a huge fantasy of mine, and the last few comments are making it sound way more common than I would've thought. Assuming you're at an outdoor festival or somewhere similar with a bad bathroom situation, where would you put it on a scale from "it's like wetting your pants where only people who enjoy it or are truly having an accident would ever do it" to "it's like peeing through your swimsuit in the ocean and basically everybody does it when they need to"?

@scinosensationI know what I'm going to do with the next chapter already, I just haven't gotten time to type it out yet. Hopefully it'll be up soon. Glad you're liking these.

Chapter three here. I'll just keep them added to this thread to cut down on clutter on the fiction page. Well, shit. Maddie sat on the couch, motionless except for the occasional trickle of pee dribbling out of her exhausted pussy. How was she supposed to go to work with her bladder essentially broken? Not by sitting on the couch, that's for sure. "Ok, bladder. I'm going to get up and clean up my mess. I need you to try holding your pee in for five minutes, ok? We'll start with five at a time and go from there." Maddie stood up, feeling a flood of pee run from the seat of her pants all the way down both legs. She looked at the drops hitting the floor and added mopping to her mental checklist of tasks. Inside, she was absolutely panicking, but Maddie forced herself to slow her breathing and focus on one thing at a time. First, Maddie took a lightning-fast shower that she hoped was enough to get the smell of piss off her. Then she called her friend Jessica and asked for a ride to work. She knew she was running the risk of having an accident in her friend's car, but figured that the much shorter travel time gave her better odds of arriving at work dry. Besides, she was already late enough as it was. While she waited on Jessica to arrive, Maddie hurriedly mopped, threw the trash bags that she had used to cover the couch into the trash, and put the towels as well as all her wet clothes into the wash. A honk told Maddie that her ride was here, so she made one last sweep of the apartment to make sure she had left no evidence of her day full of wetting, peed in the toilet for the first time all day, and left. Jessica was her usual chatty self, talking a mile a minute for the entire brief ride, but Maddie could barely follow what she was saying, as her entire focus was on holding her pee in without showing any signs of it. "Maddie, are you even listening?" She realized that Jessica had asked her the same question at least twice now, and struggled to remember what it had been. "Oh, yeah. Well, no. I'm worried about getting to work so late. Sorry." The truth was that a wave of desperation had just shot from Maddie's pussy to the very tips of her extremities and echoed back to her core. She knew there couldn't be much pee in her bladder yet, but her pussy was quivering with the effort of holding anything in at all. They pulled into the parking lot with Maddie's pants still dry, although she suspected her panties might have been a little damp. The feeling between her thighs was so intense that she could no longer be sure what was desperation and what was leaking. Maddie quickly told Jessica, "okthanksfortherideIgottagobye!" and practically ran out of the car towards the restaurant and the bathrooms inside. "Maddie, wait!" her friend yelled. She turned back to see what Jessica wanted, and realized she'd left her door wide open. She doubled back, nearly slammed it in her haste, and made a second dash for relief. "Oh good you're finally-" Maddie didn't hear the end of Susan's greeting/reprimand at her tardiness; she rushed straight past her to go pee before even clocking in. Safely inside the stall, Maddie yanked her black work pants down, slammed her perky ass onto the toilet seat, and then had an idea. She had to jam her fingers between her lips and right over her pee hole to buy herself enough time to check, but when she did, she found that her light blue cotton panties were, in fact, soaked through the crotch already. She knew from experience that her pants only showed wetness if it was really pouring through, and since the panties were already wet, what was the harm in wetting them a little more? Maddie half stood, pulled her panties back up, and sat again. This time, she let go and peed straight through them into the toilet. Just as she had hoped, she was able to keep the wet spot from growing much at all by sitting with her pussy pointed down and peeing forcefully enough to shoot the stream more or less right through the thin fabric. It didn't feel as good as losing it in pants and feeling it soaking her ass and legs, but it was enough that Maddie had to resist the urge to touch herself and make herself even more late. She squeezed as much pee out of her panties as she could wring out, pulled her pants back up, and checked herself in the mirror. Her wet panties did make a wet spot on her pants, but it was very small, deep between her thighs, and on black fabric. Nobody would notice. If anything gave her away, it would be the red flush of arousal in her cheeks. Maddie stepped out of the bathroom and right into the dinner rush in the kitchen. She was immediately so busy that she forgot to be self-conscious about the dampness surrounding her pussy. She was absorbed in the task of getting orders out on time when a sudden leak brought her back to the trouble she was in. "Hang on, bladder. Just give me a minute and I'll go take care of you!" But her bladder didn't give her a minute; Maddie felt a very long and powerful leak wet her pants about three inches down her thighs. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Maddie barely stopped the flow. She knew if she stopped to examine the damage, she would only draw more attention to it. She had to hope that nobody would notice if she just kept moving. Only a few minutes and one more small leak later, there was a slight lull in the action, and Maddie sprinted to the bathroom. She leaked again as she frantically fumbled with her belt, got it finally, and sat down to pee through her soaked panties again. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh as she relieved herself, and could've just sat there and basked in the afterglow of relief, but she knew she needed to clean up and get back in the kitchen. She dabbed as much pee as paper towels would soak up from her pants, washed her hands, and went back to work. The rest of the shift went on in much the same way, although Maddie's bladder was gradually recovering some ability to hold. Well, she thought it was until it was time to close up and start washing the dishes. Every time she reached into the warm, soapy water, a shiver of desperation went down her spine and forced her to focus on clamping her pussy muscles tight. Even between waves, she found herself doing a pee dance despite multiple trips to wet her panties in the bathroom and keep her bladder empty. "Damn, Maddie, do you always shake your ass that much when you do dishes? If so, I got $20 and a full sink at my house." Maddie froze. How long had Brad been watching her from behind? Brad was an asshole, but mostly harmless. Maddie gave him the finger, and said, "Don't you have some work to do?" "Yeah, but I'd rather watch you dance around," he said. Maddie kept her finger up, and pointed the spray nozzle of the sink at him with her other hand. Hands raised in surrender, Brad fucked off to do his job, and Maddie rushed into the bathroom to wet her panties again. ---- Clocking out at last, Maddie couldn't believe how many close calls she had had, and yet managed to get through the shift undiscovered. She was looking forward to a nice, relaxing accident alone in what she now referred to as her "peeing field" on the walk home, when she noticed all her co-workers were hanging out around the picnic table that served as the employee break area. "Come join us!" John called and waved her over. Maddie was just wondering if it was worth the risk that she would pee herself at the table, when he added, "we're about to light this joint." Well that settled it: she was going to roll the dice with her bladder one more time. The table itself was already crowded, so Maddie had an excuse to sit in the grass next to it and not have to worry about leaving a pissy butt-print on the bench. She sat with her knees up, and her feet flat on the ground, which would make sure any leaks she might have would only soak her ass and not the backs of her thighs as well. This turned out to be a wise choice, because before too many rounds of puff, puff, pass, Maddie was calling it puff, puff, piss. She'd already been dribbling steadily down her ass crack for several minutes when she coughed on the smoke. A long spurt hissed out of her pussy. Jenny asked what that noise was, and Maddie said she thought it must be an animal nearby. Normally, Maddie might've taken this near-miss as her cue to leave, but she was starting to get a nice buzz going and wasn't doing her best thinking at the moment. "Ok bladder, I can tell you're going to pee anyway, so, just do it nice and slow and quiet for me, ok?" Letting herself pee but trying to do it as gradually as possible was the sweetest agony. She longed to just let it all come gushing out, but knew that would be really obvious. It took nearly three full minutes of slowly trickling her pee out into the grass below, but finally she was empty. Maddie decided to make her exit before her bladder filled up again and she lost it too early in the well-lit section of her walk home. Maddie immediately realized she should have waited a little longer before standing up. The warm puddle she had made under herself hadn't had time to fully soak into the ground, and now it was running down the backs of her legs! To buy herself time for her pee to soak into the fabric, she backed away from the group, stretching out a long goodbye to everyone to make it less awkward. She couldn't just back her way all the way around the corner and out of sight, though, so eventually she just had to turn around and hope for the best. She knew Brad at least would be looking at her butt as she walked off, but if anything looked different about it tonight, he didn't yell out, "hey Maddie did you pee your pants?" or anything, so she was probably in the clear. Probably. Maddie couldn't believe how close she had come to getting caught time and time again. She was feeling pretty bulletproof after that, and feeling pretty high, too. That's why she didn't even try to hold it until she got to the dark field by her apartment. She just relaxed as she walked, and let her pee flow freely. After keeping her drinks to a minimum all night in an effort to avoid an accident, there wasn't even that much pee in her, but she let it out anyway. It felt nice to stop worrying about making it to a toilet or being seen. It was a nice night out altogether. Maddie was just thinking about the nice hot shower she would take soon, and wondering if tonight would be the night she finally wet the bed, when she let herself into her apartment. There was just one thing that was bothering Maddie: Amanda was always good about turning the TV off before she went to bed. So, why was the TV on now? Then her very high brain noticed Amanda sitting on the couch watching the TV! "Oh, hey there, Amanda. You're up late." Maddie was too stoned to think of anything better to say. "Hey there, yourself, Maddie. I just got in late and decided to unwind for a bit before trying to go to sleep. You really smell like pee, by the way. Did you have an accident or something?"

I've finished a third chapter. In an effort to not clutter up the front page of the fiction section, it and all following chapters will just be added to the comments of the chapter one post.

@AlphaBladder Is your wife into wetting or is she just really chill about having a lot of accidents? Either way, have a fist bump.

A good pee right after orgasm can feel almost as good as the orgasm did. On the other hand, wetting my pants turns me on so masturbating in freshly peed clothes feels really good, too. Maybe I should try peeing enough to be wet, stopping to masturbate, and then finishing the pee after. It could be the best of both worlds. @AriesTheRamI agree, I'm a little jealous of women being able to pee during an orgasm. Losing control and accidentally peeing because of the orgasm is actually a huge fantasy of mine. Any ladies care to chime in if it's as fun as it sounds?

Chapter two

I wrote the first chapter of this over a year ago and only recently decided to post it. I had actually written a chapter two, but didn't like it as much and didn't post it. Several elements got recycled into other stories. But now I'm working on a completely different chapter two and realizing that the timeline works well to just edit this one a little and make that one a chapter three, which should be up in a couple days. Maddie woke up early to the sound of birds outside her window. The birds weren't what woke her up, they just happened to be there. What did wake her was her bladder screaming at her for relief. Maddie didn't feel like getting out of bed yet, so she told it to wait. She had nowhere to be for hours, and her roommate, Amanda, was out of town until later tonight. Since her accident on the way home from work last week, she had come to accept loving the feeling of desperation. This had caused her to have several close calls, and even a couple leaks in her panties. She had even fully wet herself walking home a couple times, but she wanted to see how far she could take it. As the sun beam coming through her window slowly traveled across the floor, Maddie decided today was the day. As she lay under her covers savoring the sweet electric buzz of desperation, Maddie wondered how she could make the best use of her day off. She considered peeing right then and there, and while she knew wetting her bed would be fun, she also knew she loved the feeling of desperation and the gradual loss of control too much to just wet herself on purpose all day. No, Maddie was an accident girl. After a few more minutes of thinking, made difficult by the fact that she was now squirming and holding herself tightly under the covers, Maddie decided on two rules for the day. The first is that she would drink as much as she could handle all day long, and the second was that under no circumstances would she let any pee escape her pussy intentionally. Other than those two details, she would go about her day just like any other day off. In honor of rule one, Maddie grudgingly left the warmth of her bed and waddled off to start the coffee pot. She was waddling because she already had to keep her thighs clenched tight to stop herself from peeing all the way down the hallway. Rule two said she had to hold it as long as she could, after all. The kitchen was a little chilly to be standing around in nothing but her panties, but she also liked the way each small shiver sent an accompanying shiver to her privates. As the smell of brewing coffee filled the room, a sudden yawn hit Maddie. Stretching her arms overhead, the relaxing pose caused a slow but steady trickle of pee to flow through her panties and tickle its way down the inside of her left leg. She finished stretching and was able to stop the flow, only for a sudden sneeze to shoot a quick spray of pee straight through her panties and onto the linoleum. Maddie leaned on the counter and scrolled on her phone as the coffee brewed, using her free hand to hold herself. Once she had a steaming cup in that hand, however, she started to leak little by little. She held true to rule two and refused to allow herself to pee, instead relishing each involuntary leak just as she relished leisurely sipping her coffee. Maddie's mug was empty now, but her bladder was far from it. She poured herself a tall glass of cold water, and in observance of rule one, chugged the whole thing as she stood in the small puddle already at her feet. She was already chilly enough that her nipples stood fully erect, and the icy water now flowing into her was too much to handle. She shivered once and completely lost control of her pee. It gushed out in an unbroken stream, flowing through her panties as if they weren't even there. Maddie closed her eyes and sighed in deep relief as she emptied herself of every last drop of her strong morning pee. Maddie poured herself another cup of coffee and another glass of water and drank them both as she took care of a few things around the house. First on her list, of course, was mopping up the huge lake of pee before it spread into hard to clean places. She ate a quick breakfast, washed some dishes, and made her bed as well. Her chores done, she went to get dressed for her morning jog. Her plan was to get a few miles in and be back home before she got too desperate, but she dug through her drawer until she found some black shorts just in case she leaked a little. Her only black running shorts were a tiny spandex pair that she never wore because they were smaller and tighter than they had looked in the store changing room mirror. "Well, I guess I'd rather have guys see my ass than see a pee strain." She tossed her soaked panties into her hamper and squeezed and shimmied her way into them and took a look at the mirror. It was worse than she remembered. Her ass looked like she was naked and had simply sat in some black paint and called it clothes. They didn't even quite cover her entire ass. Checking out the front side, she saw she had some serious camel toe going on, but at least the bridge between her hip bones showed off how flat she'd gotten her tummy this summer. She put on the matching sports bra and saw that it was no better. As uncertain as Maddie was about showing off her body so much, she had to admit it was looking pretty fantastic, and it didn't get that way by skipping her workouts, so she killed any thoughts about skipping today's run. Maddie finished getting dressed, finished both her drinks, and headed out the door. The first couple miles were as ordinary as could be, and she was loving the added thrill of feeling her bladder fill back up. "Don't worry," she told her bladder, "I'll get you home in plenty of time. Of course, I won't give you any relief when I do, but at least it'll be in private when you burst." What Maddie hadn't counted on was how tired her bladder already was after pushing it to failure in the kitchen. While waiting for the light to change at a crosswalk, a sudden spasm sent out a quick shot of pee. The overly-stretched spandex offered no resistance, and despite the fact that Maddie was able to clench shut the flow almost as soon as it began, she still heard a small splash on the sidewalk between her feet. The light changed and she ran on, hoping that anyone watching her had been checking out her cleavage rather than her thighs. Now that she was moving again, Maddie found little difficulty in holding her pee in. She knew if she could keep herself moving, she could finish her run and make it back home without embarrassing herself any more than her absurd outfit already was. The traffic lights seemed to have their own plans for Maddie and forced her to stop running again and again. The first two she waited at after her leak went ok since she knew what to expect, but her bladder got the best of her on the next several. Knowing what was coming, she made a point to stand with her legs together. The pee might make a brief appearance as it shot through her thigh gap, but at least it would go down her legs rather than splashing straight to the ground like before. Maddie rounded the last corner and ran onto her own street. Her shorts were pee-soaked in the crotch, and the ankles of her socks were starting to go that way as well, but she was sweaty enough to hope nobody could tell. Maddie was in sight of her door now and it was looking like she was going to get away with her desperate run! What she forgot, though, was how long she would have to stand still to dig her key out of the tiny pocket of her shorts and get the door open. Maddie's pussy was twitching with the strain of holding her pee. She tried not to hold herself and draw attention to herself, but her barely-contained ass was shaking with the effort, broadcasting her desperation to the whole neighborhood. "Fuck!" she cursed under her breath as her shaking hands dropped her key. Bending over to pick it up was too much for her bladder, and she peed uncontrollably until she was upright again. Maddie had better luck getting the key in this time. Throwing the door open as another slow trickle started running down her legs, she dashed inside. Maddie barely had the door shut behind her before the flood gates opened. Now that she was free to look down and watch herself peeing through the almost-not-there shorts, she saw that the only thing they did to her pee stream was break it into a spray. Giggling a little at herself, she decided to have a seat on the floor. Maddie wanted to feel herself getting wet, and peeing the shorts hardly felt different from peeing naked. She had to laugh again at seeing the pee start pooling in her lap, filling it up faster than it could drain between her thighs to soak her ass and the floor. Her temporary lake overflowed, sending waterfalls of pee down both hips to join the puddle growing underneath her. Maddie was done peeing before she was done playing in her pee, so she spread her pee around with her butt and rolled over to let it soak her sports bra as well. When her pee grew cold and the joy of splashing in it wore off, it was time for Maddie to clean up her mess. Her wet running clothes joined her wet panties from before in the hamper, but came back naked to mop up her puddle before heading off to shower. Remembering rule one, Maddie downed cold water until her stomach ached while the hot water slowly made its way through the pipes to the shower faucet. She shivered as she set the glass down, and was surprised to feel a little pee moisten her thighs as she did. It had only been fifteen minutes since her accident, and she didn't even know she had anything in her bladder yet. Maddie thought that was strange, but shrugged and jumped in the now steaming shower. Fresh and clean, for a little while at least, Maddie went to her room to decide what clothes she wanted to have her next accident in. She pulled several choices out of her drawers, sipping more water as she weighed the pros and cons of each. Panties and a skirt might feel cute to pee in and would be easy to clean up, but then she wouldn't feel it soaking its way down her legs. Her grey sweats would show the spreading wetness if she cared to stand in front of the mirror and watch, but they were too loose and fell off her now. After several minutes, Maddie settled on regular cotton panties and her light blue jeans. The constant fluid intake, combined with the exhaustion of her holding muscles, had Maddie's bladder ready to wet her pants before she even had them on. The pair she had chosen weren't nearly as tight as her running shorts, but she still had to work a little to get the narrow legs of them over her runner's calves. She suddenly lost control and had her third accident of the day just before she finished pulling them up. There had been no leaks, no spurts, no waves of almost losing it but then clenching her muscles tight, nothing. Maddie could do nothing but laugh as she looked down and watched the pee flow through her pale green panties, fall through the air, and into her waiting pants at her knees. After a couple seconds of this, she pulled her panties halfway down to create a two-stage waterfall. She thought it made quite a beautiful scene and wondered if anyone else would appreciate it or if she was alone in her new hobby. Her bladder was just getting too tired to hold as much pee as usual, she thought, because it was a disappointingly short pee, only lasting about twenty seconds. Maddie shrugged, pulled up her soggy jeans, and found a tank top to keep her perky titties warm before heading off to brew a second pot of coffee. Maddie took her mug, as well as a glass of water, over to the couch. Looking at it and thinking for a minute, she decided to put some trash bags on it with a few towels on top of those. She planned on sitting here for a while, and saw no reason to completely soak her sofa. Once she was satisfied it was properly protected, she settled in for some binge watching and binge wetting. Maddie made it nearly an hour before she felt the first leaks begin to warm up her damp blue jeans. Her pussy was so tired of being pushed to failure again and again, and once she started to leak, the best resistance she could manage only kept her pee to a slow and twitchy dribble. Stopping it entirely was out of the question. "Just let it all go," her bladder seemed to whisper to her. "I'm not breaking my rules, bladder. No peeing on purpose, no matter what!" Maddie found out that sitting down and holding herself made it much easier to keep her pee in than other positions she had enjoyed her accidents in so far, and it was torture when her goal was to fail at holding it. She watched another whole episode of her show, and she still had neither emptied her bladder nor been able to stop leaking pee into her pants. The towel she was sitting on was drenched in a thousand tiny spurts, and Maddie began to be afraid that she couldn't have a proper accident sitting this way. Maybe her bladder would just stay completely full and torture her all day as it only let enough out to make room for the new fluid she was continuing to pour in. Maddie loved the feeling of desperation. If she didn't, she wouldn't be using her whole day off to see how far she could chase that tingling ecstasy between her legs. As the next episode started to play, though, Maddie felt she had chased it far enough and wanted the sweet release of losing control of her body. She was determined not to break her rules, but she knew it was time to bend them a little. "Ok, bladder, here's the deal: I can't lose control with my legs crossed and my hands jammed between them. I also can't give up and let any pee out. So what we're going to do is I'm going to sit up straight as an arrow, uncross my legs, and put my hands on my knees. But, I'm keeping my pussy clenched tight as a clam. Your job is to push all that pee out anyway. Go for complete empty. Deal?" Maddie's bladder must have agreed to the terms. She was only sitting up for a second before she felt herself pissing like a racehorse, and she had to laugh at her perfectly lady-like pose she was loudly wetting her pants in. Her posture had her pussy aimed straight down, but the towel couldn't absorb her pee as fast as it was gushing out of her, and she soon felt herself sitting in a warm puddle that spread up the sides and back of her jeans. Maddie moaned and gasped in pleasure, finding the joy of this release as great as the sweet torture she had gone through to get it. Still peeing, her pussy was now throbbing with pleasure that radiated out to every inch of her now shaking body. Maddie began to rock back and forth, grinding her pussy into the drenched towel underneath her. She orgasmed just as her accident began to slow to a trickle, causing her last bit of pee to come out in a series of hard spurts in time to her pussy's contractions. Maddie lay back against the couch, unable to think, much less move, and simply giggled with joy. Recovering herself slightly, she began to drink her water even faster, eager to try that again. Try as she might, though, Maddie couldn't get herself that desperate again. Her pussy had simply had enough for one day and wouldn't cooperate with any attempts to fill her bladder. She wasn't sure she even had a bladder anymore. Sure, it must be in there somewhere, but it was as if her body was now simply a straight tube from one end to the other. Any water she poured into her mouth poured right back out of her pussy seconds later. She may as well save herself the effort of drinking it and dump her glass right into her lap, she thought as she had what had to be the hundredth tiny accident. Maddie couldn't hold more than three drops of pee to save her life, and she was desperate to feel desperate again, when her phone rang. "Why on earth is work calling me for on my day off?" Maddie wondered as she reached to grab it off the table where she had left it to stay dry, peeing a little as she did. "Hello?" she asked as she peed a little more. "Maddie, where are you?" "Sitting at home, why?" "Well you're supposed to be working!" Maddie peed and asked, "What are you talking about? I'm off today." "No, you're off tomorrow. You must have been looking at last week's schedule. I can stay and cover you for a little while, but you need to get here as soon as you can. I can't leave the kids alone all night, you know." "Ok, ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks for covering for me." "Just get here soon, ok?" she heard before the call ended. Maddie didn't know what she was going to do now, and as she thought, she peed.

Really? I thought I was being ridiculous. Well, thanks for the info.

I keep seeing "hyper wetting" listed as an interest in profiles. I have no idea what that means, so I took a wild guess and speed wrote a joke story about it. Hope you enjoy! Rachel had to have been the sweetest girl I'd ever seen in my life. She was always kind to everyone, always a perfect little ray of sunshine. She was everything I was trying to be, but probably never would. She was innocent bordering on naive, but her warm and bubbly demeanor was so contagious that nobody ever thought of taking advantage. You simply can't be mean to a girl like Rachel. You can imagine my righteous indignation, then, when the old bastard teaching our Psyche 101 lecture wouldn't let her slip out to the ladies room. "You're an adult. You should have gone before the class began, Miss...I forgot your name. As I was saying..." Bastard. Poor Rachel looked crushed, as far as I could tell from my seat in the very back where I admired her and she didn't know I existed. It wasn't Rachel's fault she had to pee, anyway; anyone that tiny probably had a tiny bladder, and we were over an hour into this horrible lecture. I was trying to be better than this. Trying to be the kind of person that could look someone like Rachel in the eye and say hello to her. That's why I was here in college in the first place instead of going into the family business. But, sometimes old habits die hard, and I'd been an evil warlock since birth. I sighed and dug through my bag for the dusty old tome. I was going to curse that old bastard. I wasn't as good at Latin as a proper warlock ought to have been, but at last I found something I seemed appropriate for the crusty bag of bones blathering on about Freud up there. I was going to make him have to pee as badly as everyone else in the room did. I carefully aimed my wand, which I had cleverly disguised as a giant novelty pencil, and muttered the incantation while pretending to chew on the eraser thoughtfully. A nearly invisible shimmer like a heat wave shot over the heads of my classmates, gently ruffling their hair as it passed. It was on course to strike Professor D-bag straight in his dumb face and...aw shit! Aw hell! It hit Rachel. Why, oh why, did she have to choose that exact moment to stand up?!? She instantly flooded her light blue jeans with pee, and I mean really flooded. Who in here could've possibly been that desperate? Rachel was so overcome with the torrent of piss gushing from her petite body that she couldn't even run away. She just stood where she had been when it hit, hands clutching her desk for support, as an endless deluge poured out of her. Rachel's jeans were filling so rapidly, that even though a yellow stream like a sink faucet was shooting from between her slightly spread legs, and more was soaking every inch of her lower body, pee still began to spray from her waistband like a broken water main, causing students as far as three rows up to scramble away out of the splash zone. What on earth was happening? Rachel began to moan and whimper, whether from pleasure, pain, or a mixture of the two, I don't know. I was frantically tearing through my spell book, searching for a counter curse, when Rachel literally peed her pants off. The supernatural pressure of her flow actually blew her pants and panties both down to her knees. Her exposed pussy was like a fire hydrant! She shook and convulsed, and I wondered if she was actually having an orgasm from the powerful jet blasting past her clit. I reread the ancient text more carefully this time, looking for any clues about how to save her, and saw where I had gone wrong: I had made Rachel have to pee as much as everyone in the huge lecture hall. Combined. There must have been two hundred students in there, not one of them having peed since at least the beginning of class an hour ago. Assuming the average bladder in here was half full, I had just magically shoved 100 full bladder's worth of pee into sweet little Rachel. The worst part was there wasn't a counter curse, at least not that I could find. She would just have to pee it all out. Several classmates were screaming, at least two had fainted, and an ambulance was on the way. The old dirt bag just stood there slack-jawed and stared. One brave girl tried to pull Rachel's pants back up for her to protect some small shred of her modesty, but the unnatural force of her piss was just too strong, and when she lost her grip, the pants flew all the down to Rachel's ankles. It took a full five minutes for the monsoon to subside, and Rachel had two more of those moaning fits that I suspected were orgasms. Eventually, though, her pee slowed to a more natural stream, then a dribble, and finally just a slow drip. She collapsed, exhausted but otherwise unharmed, into a lake of several gallons of pee, just as the paramedics arrived. She made a full recovery from her ordeal, and was such a sweet girl that nobody even made fun of her for it. The professor never withheld bathroom breaks again, and the police were completely baffled, unable to trace the strange occurrence to the weird kid in the back row. If that's not happy ever after, it's close enough for an evil warlock like me.

@strokeknight2 I wrote this a while ago and I think I've improved since then. But I don't think it's terrible either and it is about a woman being instructed to wet her panties, so here you go.

I've never been on a slingshot ride before because they're usually a separate fee not covered by the park pass where I've seen them. They look intense enough to cause leaks for people prone to stress leaking whether they're afraid or not, though. I bet you weren't the only one that peed on it that day even. That was a good story. I like genuine accidents, but I hate the hour or more of suffering it can take to get someone with a strong bladder to lose control, so it's cool to read an experience where someone shot straight through all that and straight to the wetting.

That was a good story, although I'll agree that a thesaurus could go a long way in telling future stories with a better flow to them. I always love reading about situations where people kind of call it an accident because they accidentally got way too desperate to make it to a toilet, but it's also kind of an intentional wetting because they chose to let go at some point rather than fight it until they loose control.

I really liked the way you described her desperation. I think it would've been hot if she had either leaked before getting to the bottle, or even better, been interrupted mid-stream by Mrs. Monroe coming back and dribbled in her panties a little as she tried to stop peeing and hide the bottle as quickly as possible. I'm not complaining about it the way you wrote it, though; it was still a good read.

Nice story! I particularly liked the imagery of the various ways she fidgeted and tried to hold herself without drawing attention. As someone who's had some close calls from not wanting to admit to company that I had to pee, I also found the way she got into such a desperate state pretty relatable. I've been to quite a few outdoor events in country areas and I can verify that you'll see lots of people that look half country and half something very different like Izzy.