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  1. I was wondering if anyone knows where this clip on eroprofile originally came from and if there are any more with this model? I don' t know if the clip has been posted before, but I don't recall seeing it. It shows a fuller-figure woman trying to pee on a set of steps. She no sooner starts the flow when someone snatches her purse. She gets up and tries to run after them, but continues peeing down her legs and into her pants (which are still around her ankles.) as she tries to climb the stairs after the thief. I love this clip because it is so rare to see a fuller-figure model in a pee video and because of the unusual plot and unusual rear view. Thanks, Pdancefan Pee.mp4
  2. Lovewetting: Naomi - No Moving!

    Here's "Suffering on Skype" 2015-01-05 - Suffering on Skype - naomi6_sd.mp4
  3. Oldest wetting stuff ever found?

    I remember three letters from porn mags dating to the late 70s and 80s that were about omorashi. I no longer have the letters, but I remember them vividly! The first letter, and I can't remember the magazine name, was from a woman who was caught short while shopping downtown. She was bursting and knew she wouldn't make it, so she popped a squat in a doorway of a shop. As the pee gushed out of her she got turned on, and unable to resist the urge, reached down and started playing with her clit. While thus engaged, she happened to look up and a man had stopped to watch her! To her shock, he pulled out his penis and proceeded to jack off in her hair and she orgasmed! The second letter was in Forum magazine (I think this was around 1989 or so). A woman wrote that she was a member of the homecoming queen's court, and had to ride in the parade with the rest of the court members. She stated she had a drink beforehand to calm her nerves. As she stood and waved from the float as the parade wound on, she felt her bladder fill up and by the time the parade ended she was standing with her legs crossed under her gown. The was a bonfire after the parade, and after the float stopped, the now desperate author climbed off and started glancing around for a bathroom. Seeing none, she started hobbling toward the bonfire. Then she lost it and started peeing full force under her dress. She stated that about 30 seconds later, as the pee was still gushing out of her, she suddenly had a tremendous orgasm. She said it was all she could do not to cry out as she spasmed in ecstacy. When her pee and orgasm finally stopped, she stood there stunned. A roommate of hers asked her if she was allright, to which she replied that she had just wet the hell out of her panties. The roommate then helped her to their dorm, where she cleaned up. The author stated that she enjoyed the experience too much for it to be a onetime thing. She went on to briefly recount her many experiments with orgasm by uncontrollable wetting. This included using all the standard Yoga poses. She concluded by stating she was a middle aged African-American woman with a professional career. Her name was withheld. The editors of the magazine included a cartoon beside the article showing a woman laying on her back with her legs spread open and a six pack of beer beside her. She was holding an open can of beer and exclaiming "C'mon Bull!" The implied meaning, of course, was she was trying to orgasm by wetting herself. The final letter, and I can't remember for sure, but I believe it was in game magazine. In this one, the author wrote in that he was disappointed the magazine never featured his favorite fetish: Knowing a woman needed to pee and witnessing her antics while trying to hold it. He went on to state that he first discovered his interest in this when he was a young boy on his parents farm. He often played outside with the neighbor girls. Often they would be playing in the distant fields, no where near a bathroom, when one or the other of the girls would need to pee. He said they would never go in front of him, but would hold it rather than have to walk all the way home to go. He said he loved their crossing their legs, holding themselves, and dancing around. The more urgent their need became, the more they would dance around. He said he never forgot it, and when he grew up, his wife indulged him and they had some great times together. I remember he signed with his intials and was stated to be from Iowa or Kansas or something. Predictably, the magazine did not print a reply, but at least they printed the letter. This letter was the first time that I realized others enjoyed the sight of women bursting to pee, as I thought I was a freak or something before then.
  4. Desperate lady in car

    Here is a nice car wetting video I found on youtube - sorry if it is a repost. youtube video.mp4
  5. female Holly's Holding

    Great Story! Please write more chapters - how about the girls have a holding contest? Thanks, again!
  6. Hi! I just wanted to you all about two sightings I had today. The first happened at work this afternoon. It was late in the afternoon, when a man and his young daughter came in. The daughter was about 8 or 9 with dark brown hair. She was wearing black leggings, not the form fitting ones, but the kind that fit rather loosely. They asked browsed briefly, then the girl, with her Dad's encouragement, approached me and asked where the chapter books were. I walked her back and showed her where the kid's section is and returned to the counter. I didn't pay much attention at first. After a short while, I turned around and could see that the girl had sat herself down on the ledge that runs along the floor on both sides of the store, to browse a book. I noticed the girl's hand was resting in her lap, and I wondered if she was holding herself. Sure enough, just then she slowly stood up with her back to me, and I had a full view of her hand wedged against her crotch between her legs. She finished standing up, and then stood there holding herself for a moment. She took her hand away, and then put it back again for another moment - as if to make sure the urge to pee had gone off. She then walk forward to where her Dad was browsing a magazine. She showed him the books she wanted to get, and then said she needed the bathroom, and needed it bad. She then walked up to me, and asked me if we had a bathroom. I, of course, (as we are required to do) told her No. Unlike some customers, neither her nor her dad made any comment on my answer. The Dad was still deciding which magazine he wanted to buy, so the girl went over to a display of bookmarks at the end of the magazine rack. My view was partially obscured but I see she started fidgeting as she stood there. They then came up to the counter and her dad paid for the books and magazine. The girl stood there and rocked from side to side slightly as he paid, but other than that she did not show any pee dance again before they left. Oddly, the Dad did not seem in too much of a hurry to find her a bathroom. He actually commented about how expensive the books she picked were, and said to her (I assume he was joking) that now they would have to stop at the bank before going to dinner! The second sighting happened this evening. After work, and eating dinner, I took the bus out to the local Wal-Mart store. I was there for about 40 minutes shopping, and then came up to the checkout so that I could catch the last bus home. After I checked out, I saw an old fellow I know sitting on a chair in front of the bank at the front of the store. As I stood chatting with him, I was facing down the front of the store toward the self-checkout lanes. Sure enough, the Wal-Mart employee I told you about before was working the self-checkout lanes again. And again she was clearly in need of a pee. Was she ever! She definitely had to pee worse than the other time, as she was dancing all-around as she stood at her little podium. She was clearly very desperate to pee. A couple of other Wal-Mart employees walked over to her and talked with her, but I was way too far away to hear anything, so I don't know if anything was said about her obvious need to pee. I had about a 10 minute show of this, then unfortunately had to go out to catch the bus. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! (lol) Well, I wish I could say I saw a wetting, but now you see the story of my life - lots of pee dance sightings but never a wetting! (Woes me!) Regards, pdancefan
  7. CASSIE AND DAVID: A NEW FRIEND The next day, Cassie and David walked up to the new girl’s front door. The new girl’s mother answered the door. "Hi! I’m Cassie Smith and this is my friend David Shaw. We live up the street, and we brought you a pie as a gift," said Cassie, holding up an apple pie that her mother had made. "Why how sweet of you!" said the woman. "I’m Mrs. Jones. Sally! Come here to the door!" The blond haired girl that Cassie and David had seen yesterday appeared next to her mother. "Hi Sally! Nice to meet you! I’m Cassie and this is my friend David. Would you like to come outside and play with us?" Sally looked up at her mother. "Mommy, may I?" "Go ahead, dear. Have fun!" She then went inside and closed the door. The three kids stood on the sidewalk introducing themselves. Sally told Cassie and David that she was 9 and her family had moved because her dad was transferred to another branch of the company he worked for. The three kids sat on the steps and talked for an hour, exchanging stories about school and friends, likes and dislikes. Mrs. Jones brought out milk and cookies. Sally was extra thirsty, so she drank a glass of juice as well. Cassie then suggested they play in David’s yard. Sally told her mother where they would be at. Cassie and David showed Sally the treehouse, swingset, and other things in the yard. By this time, Sally’s bladder was filling up from the milk and juice. She was wearing light green cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. Sally asked for a glass of water, which David fetched, After Sally drank the water, the three kids swung on the swings for a half-hour of so. sally then asked for another glass of water. After she downed the water, they decided to play on the sliding board. Cassie went first. She climbed up and slid down. When she walked around to the ladder, she noticed Sally was holding herself with her right hand. When David slid down, Cassie whispered to him, "Sally has to pee, but don’t say anything to her." They watched as Sally let go of herself and climbed up the ladder. She slid down and they started again. They slid down four times and each time Sally held herself while waiting for her turn. The fourth time, Sally started up the ladder, but stopped half-way and held herself for a moment before continuing. After Sally slid down, the kids stood and talked about what to do next. Sally, held herself and wriggled her legs as they talked. "Let’s play in the sandbox!" suggested David. They went over to the sandbox made out of an old tire, each sitting on the rim with their feet outside the tire. Sally sat still for awhile, but after 20 minutes or so, she grabbed herself and started scissoring her legs open and closed. "Th-Oh!" Sally said, as she squeezed her legs together and rocked forward and back. "Unnnh!" Sally groaned as she squeezed hard, trying to control her bladder. After a moment, she managed to control the urge, but quickly stood up, still holding herself, and paced in a circle. "Sally’s going to pee herself!" whispered Cassie to David excitedly. "Let’s play hide and seek," suggested David. They agreed that Sally would be "it" first. Sally stood facing a clothesline pole and started counting, still holding herself. "One, two-th-three-th-four, five, six-th-seven-th-eight-th-Oh!, nine, ten!" Sally still holding herself, walked into the yard, stopped and raised her right leg to thigh to press her thigh against her crotch. She looked around then spotted David trying to hide behind a tree, Sally tried to run after him, but had to pee so bad she could do little more than hobble along. David reached the pole safely, and Sally again stood with raised leg as she held herself and looked for Cassie. She felt her pee hole start to burn, as her bladder started sending distress signals to her brain. "Oh! Time out!" Sally pleaded as a massive urge to pee overtook her. "Oh! Th-Oh! Th-Unnnh! Unnnh!" Sally moaned as she squeezed herself with both hands and raised her right thigh and squeezed it hard against her crotch. "Unnnh! Unnnh! Unnnnnnh! Oh! Oh! Oh No!" Sally froze as her bladder finally let loose. She was still leaning forward with her hands in her crotch and her raised thight pressed against her crotch. David and Cassie, who had emerged from her hiding place, watched as a stream of pee jetted from between the back of Sally’s legs, shooting out behind her. She peed and peed. The pee slowly diminished, but not before the back of her shorts were soaked almost to her waist, and her legs were soaked. Only a small "half-moon" of wetness was visible on the front of her shorts. Sally immediately started crying. Cassie put her hands on Sally’s shoulders. "Don’t cry. Everything will be okay. David and I will walk you home." They walked Sally to her house - with Sally walking awkwardly with her legs spread wide. At the door, Mrs. Jones answered. "Oh honey! What happened!" "I peed my-y-self," whimpered Sally, "I wai-aited too lo-long," she cried. "Oh honey, it’s allright, accidents happen, just remember to go to the bathroom next time, okay? Now lets get you cleaned up." Turning to Cassie and David she said, "Thank you for walking Sally home!" "Your welcome, Mrs. Jones."
  8. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE NEW GIRL A week later, Cassie and David were sitting on David’s front porch when a moving van pulled up to a house 3 doors down the street. "Someone must be moving into the Miller house," said David. The Millers had moved away 2 years before, and the house had been vacant ever since. They watched as a car pulled up next to the van. A man and woman got out, followed by a young girl about Cassie and David’s age. She had big blue eyes with long lashes, a cute little upturned nose, and blond hair that fell in big, soft curls to her shoulders. The girl stood with her parents looking at their new home. She was wearing a lavender denim jumper with a unicorn embroidered on the on the chest. As the girl stood there, she suddenly grabbed herself with her right hand and stepped back and forth. "Mommy, I have to go pee real bad!" she said. "You’ll just have to hold it a little longer, dear." replied her mother. The Dad started giving instructions to the movers. The girl started walking in a circle while still clutching herself with her right hand. "Mommy, It’s an emergency!" "I said to hold it!" replied her mother sharply. The girl suddenly froze and hammed both hands to her crotch. "Oh! Oh! Oh No! I’m peeing my pants!" She began to cry as pee ran out around her hands and down her legs. Her mother grabbed her arm, reached around, and swatted the girl on her butt. "I told you to go at the rest stop, but you said you could hold it. Now look! We haven’t even been inside our new house yet, and you’ve already peed yourself!" The mother took her daughter into their house without another word. Cassie and David had seen the whole thing. They looked at each other and Cassie said, "We need to make friends with her!"
  9. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE SLEEPOVER That night, David slept over at Cassie’s house. They laid out their sleeping bags, in opposite directions, on the floor of her room, while Katy slept in the guest room. Cassie was wearing a pink nightgown. David noticed that Cassie was downing another glass of water, and realized it was her 6th or 7th of the evening. They said their goodnights and rolled over to go to sleep. Several hours later, David awoke with a start. At first he was unsure what had awakened him. He soon became aware of soft noises in the room. He looked over at Cassie. He heard her mumbling softly in her sleep. "Zzzzpeezzz." David watched as Cassie rolled around in her sleep. As she moved around in her sleep, her nightgown was riding up her legs. Eventually, she rolled onto her back, causing her legs to flop out to either side. David blushed as her was treated to a full and clear view of Cassie’s panties. They were pink with a picture of Barbie on the front. She lay there unmoving, then started mumbling in her sleep once again. "Zzzzbutzzzhavezzzgozzz" David heard a hissing sound, and lay transfixed as a strong stream of pee suddenly jetted through Cassie’s panties. The pink fabric darkening in the crotch and a large puddle forming underneath her. She peed and peed. When the pee finally stopped, David reached over and gently shook Cassie’s shoulder. "ZzzumahemWhat?" she said sleepily. "You peed yourself," said David. Cassie suddenly sat up and looked down at herself. "Oh No! Oh No! I peed on my sleeping bag!" "Don’t worry. Go clean yourself up, and I’ll help you with the sleeping bag," said David. Katy walked in, rubbing her eyes, to find out what all the commotion was about. She started laughing when Cassie told her what happened. "C’mon let’s get you cleaned up!" she said. While Kay helped Cassie change into pajamas, David rolled up Cassie’s sleeping bag, and later helped Katy put it in the washing machine. Cassie slept in her bed for the rest of the night.
  10. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE BET That evening, Katy and her friend Wendy arrived at Cassie’s house. Katy was to watch Cassie while her parents were away overnight. Cassie invited David over to visit them. Katy explained to Cassie and David that she had made up with her friend Wendy, and had invited her over to visit them. She also revealed that they had made a bet with each other. Whoever held their pee longer would win $10 from the loser. They agreed to go pee at noon, and then drink an 8oz glass of water every half-hour. It was clear that Katy had followed the rules, as she was shifting uncomfortably as she talked to Cassie and David. At that moment, Wendy arrived also noticeably uncomfortable. Without even greeting the others, Wendy blurted out, "I really have to pee!" Katy grabbed her crotch for a moment." "Th-so do I!" Katy now revealed the final rule. Wendy and Katy would have to play monkey in the middle, with Cassie and David, while trying to hold their pee. Katy was wearing grey sweat shorts and a black tank top, while Wendy was wearing red shorts and a white T-shirt. They went onto the street in front of Cassie’s house and began throwing a football back and forth. 20 minutes passed. They took a pause, and Katy, unable to stand still, started doing cheerleader moves, while Wendy stood shaking her legs. "Oh-th-I have to-th-pee so bad!" said Wendy. "I really have to go bad!" said Katy. After a brief rest, they started up again, their shoes pattering on the pavement, mixing with their squeals of laughter. Katy skidded to a stop and grabbed her crotch with her right hand and stepped from side to side. "Oh! Th-I’m going to pee myself!" she laughed. She chased after the ball again and again skidded to a stop and grabbed herself. "Oh! Oh! I’m really going to pee myself!" she laughed. Meanwhile, Wendy was pacing pacing around holding herself tightly. "Oh my god! I’m so going to pee myself!" she laughed. They started after the ball again and Katy skidded to a stop, crossed her legs, and grabbed herself with both hands. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Ohhh shit! Peed myself!" Cassie and David started cheering. A torrent of pee poured through a growing wet spot on the front of Katy’s sweat shorts and down her legs. Her pee formed a foamy puddle on the pavement and started trickling away in a pair of streams. Wendy, meanwhile, was hopping around with both hands jammed between her legs. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god!! I’m peeing myself!!" Her red shorts darkened and pee poured down her legs to the pavement. "Eww! Gross!" Wendy exclaimed, "I’m covered in pee!" she laughed. Cassie and David were cheering again. "Wendy wins!" shouted Cassie.
  11. CASSIE AND DAVID: BEING NAUGHTY The next day, David and Cassie decided to walk downtown and look around in the stores. David knocked on Cassie’s door. Cassie answered, finishing off a large bottle of water as she did. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a white T-shirt with a rainbow on the front. They walked down the street - it was only 8 or 9 blocks to the main street. As they walked, Cassie kept getting naughty looks on her face and giggling. Finally, David said, "What is up with you?" "I have a secret!" chanted Cassie. She leaned over and whispered in David’s ear, "I’m not wearing any panties!" David blushed, and admonished her, "What if someone finds out, you might get into trouble!" "No one will even know," replied Cassie. They walked until they reached the main street. There were small shops all along the street. The water was starting to hit Cassie’s bladder as they started entering stores and looking around. They went into a furniture store and a flower shop. As they left the flower ship, Cassie turned to David. "I really need to pee," she said. They went into a clothing store. They were looking at some clothes on a rack, when Cassie suddenly jerked her hips. "Th-Th-Oh!" moaned Cassie as a brief pattering sound revealed that she had leaked a squirt of pee on the floor. David saw a few drops on the floor, and quickly dragged Cassie our of the store. "I can’t believe you did that!" he said. "I couldn’t help it. I-th-have to-th-go real bad." said Cassie. wriggling her knees for a minute before getting her bladder under control. They went into two more stores, and Cassie leaked a squirt of pee in both stores. Having leaked several times, Cassie was feeling a little better. So, they went into the soda shop, and each had a root beer float. Afterwards, they made their way to the bookstore. They walked through the store to the children’s section. They browsed through the books, searching for their favorites. The root beet, on top of the water, was quickly overloading Cassie’s bladder. She squatted down to look at the books on the bottom shelf, but her bladder was too full. she bounced her hips twice then quickly stood up and started wriggling her legs. "Th-Oh! I’m-th-going to-th-pee myself!" she said. Cassie gasped, and David heard a patter as Cassie leaked on the carpet. "Oh!-th-David-th-I can’t-th-hold it-th-much longer! Th-Oh!" Another patter as Cassie jerked her hips trying to stop it. "Oh! Oh! It’s-th-starting to -th-come out! Oh!" Cassie jerked her hips and David heard another patter of pee hit the carpet. This time, however, the pattering didn’t stop/ He could see Cassie holding her stomach muscles contracted trying to stop her pee from leaking. "Oh! Oh! I cant stop it. I’m peeing myself!" Cassie spread her legs slightly and uncontracted her muscles. The pattering became a steady splattering as she gave up and peed herself. Because Cassie wasn’t wearing panties under her skirt, the stream of pee jetted straight down without wetting her skirt. Only a few trickles ran down her legs. The stream finally slowed and stopped. David quickly grabbed Cassie’s arm and dragged her out of the store. "Come on, hurry, before we get in trouble!" he said. They walked down the sidewalk, where David got some napkins from a hot dog vendor. He then led Cassie to an alley, where she went behind a dumpster, to wipe and dry herself off with the napkins. When Cassie re-emerged, David said, "Are you crazy!? You can’t go around peeing on people’s carpets! What if they call the police!?" "I didn’t mean to," replied Cassie, "but I really couldn’t hold it anymore." "Well, next time at least get outside, first." They started walking home, then Cassie suddenly dragged David into an alley. "I have to go again," she said. "Already!?" asked David. "All that water," said Cassie. She led David over to a dumpster. Standing next to it, Cassie spread her legs somewhat and let go a stream of pee onto the ground from under her skirt. After less than a minute the flow trickled and stopped. Stepping carefully out of her puddle, Cassie rejoined David and they walked home.
  12. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE REVENGE Soon after, Cassie’s cousin Katy arranged to take David and Cassie for an evening. It was a Friday night, and as the two ten year olds climbed into the car, Katy confided that she was going to get her revenge on Wendy. Their next stop was to pick up Wendy. She had blond hair and brown eyes, and was wearing faded jeans and an orange T-shirt. Wendy was 14. They ate at McDonald’s. It was Katy’s treat and she made sure to order a large pop for Wendy. After they finished, Katy said, "Everyone ready to go?" "Uh, I should go to..." Wendy began, but was cut off by Katy. "Let’s go then!" she said. They all piled into the car and went to the mall. When they got out of the car, Wendy said, "Guys, I’m going to go..." "Let’s get shopping!" said Katy, cutting her off again. The four of them began going from store to store. David soon noticed that every time they stopped to look at something, Wendy would cross her legs. After another half-hour, she began wriggling her right knee forward and back. "I’ll be right back, you guys, I have to pee." Wendy said. "Wait," said Katy, "I want you to help me choose clothes." "Just, please, hurry up - it’s not funny!" Wendy added as Cassie and David giggled. Katy dragged Wendy through several clothing stores, pretending to be interested in a number of items. "C’mon Katy, hurry up, I really have to pee!" groaned Wendy, who was swaying from side to side. Katy looked at her watch, "Oh No! I didn‘t realize how late it is", she said, "I promised Mom I would pick up her prescription, and they’re about to close. We have to hurry!" lied Katy. "But-but-I have to pee so bad!" Can’t I use the bathroom first?" pleaded Wendy. "We don’t have time - just hold it," said Katy. She dragged Wendy through the mall and toward the car, Cassie and David trailing after them. Wendy sat in the front seat. She had her legs crossed tightly and was tapping them up and down. "Oh! I have-th-to pee-th-so bad," moaned Wendy. Katy drove around, stalling for as long as she could. "Oh! Oh!" Th-Seriously, you guys-th-I’m going to pee myself if you don’t hurry up!" Wendy started rocking forward and back in her seat. Katy pulled up to the pharmacy - it already closed. "Oh No!" Th-Now-th what am-th-I going-th-to do? Oh! I-th-can’t-th-hold it-much longer!" moaned Wendy. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I have to get out!" screeched Wendy. Clawing frantically at the door, she managed to open it. She scurried out, stood up, and quickly rammed both hands into her crotch. "Oh No! Oh No! I’m going to pee myself." Wendy wriggled her legs frantically trying to control her pee. Suddenly, she let out an ear-piercing shriek. "I’M PEEING MYSELF!" She froze as pee poured down the legs of her jeans. Dark streaks formed in the denim. Wendy stood stunned as her pee poured out of her for over a minute. Finally, the stream slowed, then stopped. Katy, Cassie, and David started cheering. Wendy glared at them. "Wendy," said Katy, "this was payback for the night you wouldn’t let me off the phone and I ended up peeing myself!" "Payback!? You think I kept you on the phone on purpose!? Take me home right now!" demanded Wendy. "I can’t believe you made me pee myself!" Katy drove to Wendy’s house. "Will you be in trouble?" asked David, after Wendy went inside. "No," said Katy, "Wendy is too embarrassed to tell anyone she peed herself. She won’t do anything." Katy dropped Cassie and David off at home. What a night it had been!
  13. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE LIE Cassie served her 1 week of grounding without incident. Shortly thereafter, Cassie was returning home with her mother. She had been to a meeting of her girl scout troop. As they walked up the steps to their house, Cassie spotted her friend David sitting on his steps reading a book. "Mom!" said Cassie, "I’m going over to see David." They stopped on their porch, and Cassie rocked side to side as they stood there. "Okay. Do you need to pee first?" asked Mrs. Smith. "No, Mommy." lied Cassie. "All right then. But, remember what your father said, "Do Not Pee Yourself!" she emphasized the last 4 words. "I won’t Mommy." "Run along then." Cassie ran off toward David’s house. "Hey David!" she called. "Hi Cassie!" replied David. He looked at her as she stopped and stood on the sidewalk in front of him. She was wearing a girl scout uniform of a jade green skort, matching vest and a white short sleeve polo shirt. On the vest numerous patches and pins were attached. "I just came from girl scouts," said Cassie as she stepped from foot to foot. "Oh , yeah?" said David. "I’m a Junior Girl Scout, but some day I’m going to fly up and be a Senior Girl Scout. See-th all of the-th-badges I’ve earned," said Cassie. "Wow! That’s a lot!" said David. Cassie crossed her legs and swung from side to side. "I’m in Boy Scouts," said David "One day I’m going to be an Eagle, that’s the highest rank there is -- Do you have to pee or something?" Cassie had lifted the flap of her skort with her left hand and grabbed her crotch with her right hand and started walking in a circle. Cassie ignored the question and went on about scouts. "In-th-Girl Scouts-th-the highest award-th-is called the-th- Gold Award. Someday-th-I’m going to-th-earn it." she said. Cassie quickly squatted down and pressed her heel against her crotch. After a minute she abruptly stood up, lifted her skort flap with her left hand, and grabbed her crotch with her right hand and began pacing again. "You better go pee," said David, "I don’t want you to get in trouble again." "I’ve-th-had to pee-th-since before-th-my meeting, and th-I drank-th-four cups-th-of punch there," Cassie said. "I-th-don’t know-th-how much-th-longer-th-I can hold-th-it. Oh!" Cassie suddenly stopped and thrust her other hand against her crotch, squeezing hard as she could with both hands as she grimaced and bent over at the waist. "OH NO! I PEED MYSELF!" she moaned as pee gushed out around her hands and down her legs. forming a puddle on the sidewalk. Cassie peed and peed for over a minute. She started crying as the flow trickled and stopped. David took Cassie’s hand and led her to her front door. Mrs. Smith answered the doorbell, and frowned when she saw Cassie. "Mrs. Smith, please don’t be mad at Cassie, she had an accident," said David. "Oh Cassie! What did I tell you? Am I going to have to ground you again!" "I’m sorry, Mommy," said Cassie, "I thought I could hold it," she sobbed. "Thank you for walking Cassie home, David," said Mrs. Smith. "Cassie come inside and we’ll get you cleaned up. And then I’ll decide what I’m going to do with you!" That night, Cassie sat on the couch in the living room, her mother sitting in an armchair. Cassie waited anxiously, sure she would be punished for pee herself earlier that evening. "Cassie, honey," started Mrs. Smith, "I’ve noticed you’ve started peeing yourself lately." "Yes, Mommy." "Your father, as you are aware, does not approve of such behavior." "Yes, Mommy." "My first instinct is to punish you for these wettings," said Mrs. Smith, "However, I’ve decided not to." Cassie looked up at her mother in surprise. "You see, when I was younger I used to have pee accidents, too." continued Mrs. Smith. "At first, they were real accidents, but then I discovered that I liked to see how long I could hold my pee in." Cassie’s eyes grew as big as saucers. "So I started holding it on purpose. When I met your father, however, I stopped because he didn’t approve of it. So you see, how can I punish you for something I once enjoyed?" asked Mrs. Smith. "So, Cassie, all I’m going to do is ask that you not pee yourself around your father. Okay?" "Okay, Mommy." "Go to bed now, dear." "Goodnight, Mommy."
  14. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE CONCERT Cassie and her friend David emerged from the arena talking excitedly about the concert they had just seen. They trip had been arranged by Cassie’s father, who was escorting the two ten year olds. "Cassie, honey, do you need to pee before we go?" asked Mr. Smith. "No, Daddy!" said Cassie, who was wearing faded blue jeans, sneakers and a black T-shirt. "Liar" thought David. She was dancing as if still hearing the music from the concert, but David knew she was actually doing it to avoid doing the pee dance in front of her father. During the concert, Cassie had consumed a large pop, and David had whispered in her ear. "I dare you not to go pee until we get home." David used the men’s room, and then they all piled into Mr. Smith’s car. No sooner did Mr. Smith start the trip home, than Cassie started tapping her right leg up and down. Ten minutes later she crossed her legs and started rocking forward and back while rubbing her hands on the tops of her thighs. David could hear Cassie hold her breath several times as she struggled to hold her pee. Another ten minutes went by. Cassie leaned over and whispered to David, "I don’t know-th-if I can-th-hold it-th-much longer," she whimpered. "Ten minutes later, Cassie was desperate to pee. She placed her hands, palms together, between her knees and started opening and closing her legs very fast, "Daddy! Daddy! I need to pee! It’s an emergency!" Cassie shouted. "Mow I asked you before we left the arena!" complained Mr. Smith. "You’ll just have to hold it until we get home!" he said. ""But, I’m-Oh!-th-going to pee-th-myself!" Cassie whined. "Oh Cassie!" chided Mr. Smith, "You’re 10 years old, stop acting like a baby!" Cassie suddenly jammed her legs tightly together, squeezing them as hard as she could. "Oh! Oh! Oh No! It’s starting to come out! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mr. Smith hastily pulled into a parking lot. "Out of the car!" he ordered. Cassie got up quickly, David noticing a small wet spot on the crotch of her jeans. She took two steps and froze, looking down at her crotch. "It’s too late!" she shouted, as a gusher of pee poured down her jeans. She peed for over a minute, the wetness running down both legs, soaking her shoes, and seeping up her butt almost to her belt. "I’m sorry, Daddy, I couldn’t hold it," said Cassie. "That’s it. You’re grounded young lady! For 1 week!" Mr. Smith found a towel in the trunk for Cassie to sit on. "I’m Sorry, I shouldn’t have dared you. It’s my fault," David whispered to Cassie. She winked at him as if to say, "Don’t worry about it."
  15. CASSIE AND DAVID: THE PHONE CALL Later that night, David, Cassie, and her cousin Katy, who was wearing denim shorts and a blue shirt, were watching TV in Cassie’s living room. Katy had needed to pee for a while, but didn’t want to miss a minute of the DVD they were watching. "Oh! I’m glad this movie is almost over, I really need to pee!" she said. David and Cassie grinned. "Better not pee yourself!" he said. Minutes later the movie ended. Katy stood up to and started for the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom of the steps, the phone rang. Katy groaned and answered it. It was her friend Wendy. David and Cassie giggled as Katy crossed her legs tightly. "Wendy, can you hold on a minute, I need to--" started Katy, but was cut off by Wendy. Wendy then began gossiping about her date. Katy grimaced and placed her free hand on her left knee and squeezed her legs together, trying to hold her pee. Katy could only listen as Wendy droned on and on, insisting on relating every little detail. David and Cassie giggled again, as Katy uncrossed her legs and started to wriggle her knees alternately forward and back. After ten minutes, she started stepping from foot to foot pausing every few steps to press her thighs together. Finally, she snapped at Wendy, "Listen, I’ll call-th you later-th. I really-th-have to go-th-to the bathroom-th-or I’m going-th-to pee myself. Oh!" She slammed the phone down, and tried to walk toward the steps. "Oh-th-Oh-I’m no-th-going to-th-make it!" David suddenly had an idea. "The wastebasket!" he shouted. He grabbed the plastic container from beside the coffee table and rushed over to Katy. "Here!" he said, removing the bag, "Sit on this!" Katy hobbled over and sat down on the basket. No sooner did her butt hit the rim than she shrieked "I’m Peeing Myself!" Cassie and David heard a loud noise as Katy’s pee splattered on the plastic. "Oh wow!" said Katy, moaning with relief. She peed and peed, the stream finally trickling to a stop. Katy slowly stood up, revealing a large wet spot on the seat of her denim shorts. "Well at least the carpet is dry, thank to David," she said. "Just you wait, I’ll get Wendy back sometime, she’ll be sorry!" Katy added as all three laughed. The next morning Cassie’s and David’s parents returned home from their trips, but the 3 kids knew they would never forget their wet weekend.