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  1. There's only been two events in my life where I've come so close to having an accident that I actually wet myself a bit. (This is obviously excluding the one time I actually did genuinely lose control of my bladder around 5.) Here I will relate the first 'close call,' though ultimately whether this constitutes as an accident or as a close call is up to you. To me, it is a bit of both. I was in grade school at the time, so I couldn't have been older than 11 or 12. I went to camp with a friend, stayed with him in the same cabin and even had some of the same activities together. He was the only reason I made it in, since I was a year or two below their minimum age. I've always been a tiny bit shy, nothing major, but being the youngest kid there made me a bit more bashful, especially in any situation that involved a lot of kids. Well, on the last day of camp we had a big ritual to commemorate our time there. There was a crazy amount of hype surrounding it from both the counselors and the other, more experienced kids. I remember a good amount of organizing, confusion, and time leading up to the actual start of it—namely, the bonfire. Plenty of kids were complaining about how long it was taking, about how they didn't want to wait until nightfall for it to begin. I didn't mind, though, we had snacks in the meantime, and I was enjoying my soda. So much so that I had a second, and chased that with some water. When the bonfire was finally lit, they lined all of us up and led us out into the field to sit around it. At this point, I'd been too shy to go use the toilet, so I kind of had to pee. It wasn't bad, but I could feel it. I was starting to regret all that soda. But hey, no big deal, right? I could just ask to go pee any time. Sure, we were pretty far away from any facilities and it was night, but it was only an open field, and I'd never truly be out of sight. No problem. But then, between instructions and directions for the incoming kids, there was the announcement that there would be no bathroom breaks until the end of the ceremony. Not just until the end of the bonfire, but the entire ceremony. I wasn't even aware there was anything after the bonfire, since they'd deliberately kept everything a secret and had told the senior campers to do the same. They'd wanted it to be a surprise for the first years, and while some of it had slipped out—like the bonfire—they had been mostly successful. Successful enough to surprise me, at least. I waited for that one voice to append that there were no bathrooms unless it was an emergency, but... that voice never came. They told us multiple times, each with increasing annoyance that nobody could go. At this point, I was getting nervous, and the nervousness was making it both harder to hold and making my bladder fill faster. I kicked my leg a bit, the growing pressure in my lower stomach a constant annoyance now. During the bonfire, I remembered telling one of the female counselors that I had to pee. She asked me if it was an emergency and explained that if I couldn't wait, she'd have to get someone to escort me to the nearest bathroom. She told me, however, that it wouldn't be much longer, maybe ten more minutes. I told her nevermind. I was a bit worried, but I didn't want to disgrace myself with the theatrics. After all, I was a 12 year old boy—I could hold it a little longer, surely ten more minutes at least? Honestly, I was just being paranoid I'd piss my pants again. I spent the next ten minutes thinking about how dumb it was that I needed an escort on the camp. I also thought about how dumb it was that there was no plan in case someone had to go, and about how they'd given us absolutely no way to plan ahead of time to avoid this exact scenario. I spent the ten minutes after that wondering how much longer the bonfire was going to be, and the five minutes after that wondering why she'd lied to me. When the bonfire finally ended, if I wasn't 'dying,' then I wasn't far from it. My bladder was definitely full. So full that I was reminded of it every other second. So full my legs had grown close together and they'd kicked up and down in desperate anticipation. So full I'd considered multiple times asking one of the counselors or admins to escort me to the bathroom. Too full to be squirming around in a field with a camp full of older boys all around me. We lined up, which took an obnoxious amount of time, but it was indeed a camp full of unruly boys. Then we walked back at a mind-numbingly slow speed. I'd hoped deep down they'd take us back to our cabins afterward, but we were heading for the cafeteria now. At least there are bathrooms there, I thought. At this point, standing up to walk almost made me leak, and every step made my body echo with the urge. But I'd make it. I'd walk in that bathroom and take one of the longest and most satisfying pisses of my life... but I wouldn't piss my pants and that's what mattered. They led us to just outside the cafeteria, under the attached pavilion. They sat us down in a big circle, and I eyed the outside bathrooms every chance I got. When I saw the first kid make a dash for it, my heart lept. I remember thanking God that I didn't have to hold it until the end of the ceremony after all, because I was really beginning to wonder if I could or not. A few other kids did this, and finally a counselor came and told us the bathrooms were off limits until the end. My heart sank at first, and I remember thinking about how this was absolute madness and hating myself for not going sooner, but I saw another kid talking to an admin a few minutes later. He made a dash for the toilet. Then another kid. And then some kids who didn't even ask to go. I was relieved that the rule wasn't being enforced. I didn't want to be one of the 'bad' kids who just up and walked to the toilet in sheer defiance, so I put my hand in the air and waited extremely patiently for one of the counselors to finally take notice of me and come over. When one did, I politely asked to use the bathroom, and was denied. In shock, I asked why, since the other kids were going. I was told they weren't supposed to be, and would probably get in trouble for it. I was told it was almost over anyway, and that was the end of that. The moment the counselor walked away, I immediately regretted not insisting on it, telling him it was an emergency and that I couldn't wait. But I'd been too shocked. I'd been so ready for a yes that the no left me flabbergasted, and that combined with my natural shyness and young age made me clam up. So I sat there in the circle, my face getting hot from how badly I had to piss. I was sitting criss-cross like everybody else, which was an easier position to hold it in, but all the benefits of it were getting overshadowed by the last bits of soda making its way through me, and by how exhausted my full bladder was. I kept looking back at the toilet, debating on whether or I should put my hand up and do the right thing, to insist it was an emergency regardless of how embarrassing that would be to do, or to just get up and go and hope nothing was done about it. Finally, when I reached my limit and felt like I was dangerously close to leaking, when I felt my hand getting ready to jut up into the air, the last candle was lit, laid out, and we were told to stand. I was overwhelmed with a lot of different emotions in the following moments. There was the feeling of doubt that I'd been too slow, that I was too late; the feeling of anticipation and hope that they'd either dismiss us or lead us back to our cabins; then there was the shock of standing. I could barely keep it in while sitting down; I'd felt it on edge the entire time, to the point I'd been fearing a single sneeze would have meant damp briefs, but with my stomach tight now and all my piss being pulled downward, it took everything I had to keep from just pissing my shorts right there. We walked around a bit and looked at the candles, admiring how they spelled out the name of the camp—though at this point I wasn't capable of doing much admiring. And then finally, when that was done, we were lined up and led back to our cabins. But of course it couldn't be that simple. We had to keep stopping at every cabin, so all the kids could be pulled from the line and situated and accounted for before we would move forward again. My cabin was close to the back. I was leaning forward now. I wasn't sure how obvious it was, but I had a hand in my pocket to help hold out for the last stretch. The kid behind me asked me if I had to piss. I admitted I did. He told me he did too, and the kid in front of me agreed. I was happy they were being nice, and that helped relieve my fears a bit, but it was embarrassing I had to go so bad that I couldn't hide it, and I was terrified I was actually going to lose control for the first since I was 5—and that a lot of people were going to see it happen. As we moved closer to my cabin, I start having waves of desperation. They were getting worse and worse, and finally I had one that made my muscles flinch, and the moment they relaxed, a momentary line of piss dribbled out into my briefs. I'd actually leaked. Not from sneezing or from laughing, nor was it leftover piss from having peed earlier. I actually pissed a little because my bladder was too full. And there was nothing stopping more from coming soon. This was no tiny amount, either. It was no 'burst,' but it was enough so that piss leaked through my briefs and through the liner of my pockets, coating my fingers in my own shockingly warm urine. When I released my wet crotch, I could actually rub my fingers together and feel the piss. I'd actually peed through my underwear. It was a strangely ticklish thought, tantalizing in some deep, difficult to understand way, but an overwhelmingly horrifying concept all the same.. I managed to hold it until we got to the cabin without another leak. Of course the first thing my shy, young self had to hear was about how badly my other four bunk-mates had to piss. So while one dashed for the toilet, one lined up, and the other two went to their beds and waited patiently. I went to my bed and did the same. The whole time I sat there I felt my muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. If I wasn't extremely careful, I'd not only leak, but I'd full force piss my pants, all over my bed. On one hand I was no longer around 'trillions' of older boys, but on the other, I was around the kids I'd be spending the rest of my camp time with, one of which was the friend who'd gotten me in here, who would always have this memory etched into his mind. To him, I wouldn't just be the poor, anonymous kid who pissed his shorts at camp; I'd be the friend next door who 'pissed himself that one time.' The first kid finished, and then the second, and then like an idiot I waited for the third. By all rights I should have been right along with them complaining when we walked in the door. I should have told them that if I didn't get to go first, I was going to fucking explode. By all rights I should have told them I was leaking, made a dash for that toilet, and pissed without even closing the door. Buuuut, I waited. I regretted the third, and sat there not sure if I was going to make it. Not sure if I'd be able to hold it until I stood, and not sure if I'd be able to hold it when I stood. So when the third came out, I walked toward the door before the fourth had a chance to go. Actually, I think I moved toward the door before he even opened it, that I actually stood there for a few desperate, clutch moments waiting for him to emerge. I was truly at my limit now. Whether or not I had an accident actually hinged on whether or not this other boy came out in time. It was literally up to him if I pissed my pants or not. When it was finally my turn, I slid inside, closed the door calmly, whipped around toward the toilet and darted toward it. Piss began dribbling out of me. In the second it took for me to make it to the toilet, the dribbling turned into a delicate stream that rapidly warmed my briefs. I undid the button of my shorts with deft, desperate hands, lowered my shorts and briefs the bare minimum needed, and then pulled out my already pissing privates If I had managed to get my thing out before I'd started pissing full speed, then it is safe to say it was pissing full speed the moment that stream was hitting the toilet water. The euphoria of that moment defied words. I could hear them talking about me outside the bathroom, about how fast I'd started pissing and about how I must have 'really needed to go' and how I should have said something. I blushed at this, as well as from other things. I looked down and saw the large wet patch in my briefs. It extended down below my testicles, further than I could see from my current angle. I could also feel fresh dampness down by my thighs, further than my briefs extended. When I finished pissing, I pulled my wet underwear back up and shuddered as the large wet stain pressed cold against my warm flesh. Then I pulled up my pants and felt the slightest wetness against the sides of my legs. I examined the brown shorts. They were a tiny bit wet by the thighs and there was a droplet or two that had extended down a leg, but fortunately that wouldn't be visible in the dark cabin. I managed to make it back to my bed without anybody knowing—though I'm sure they suspected at least a bit. Every step remained me of what had happened, and every time I moved in bed that night I felt wet cotton rub against my genitals. I feel asleep wondering how things could have gone. About what would have happened if I'd drank a bit more water or, god forbid, another soda. About what would have happened if I'd sneezed or if I'd been pushed by somebody. Most of my thoughts, I reasoned, would have ended well. That if I'd drank more, for instance, I'd have had to go worse, and would have been more pushy to piss when we were sitting in the circle. One of the worst case scenarios I pictured—that was still within reason—was the third boy taking extra long in the bathroom. I wondered how bad an extra second would have been. An extra two seconds. If he'd been in there an extra ten, would I have lost control in front of the door? I shifted again and felt the cold moisture of my briefs rub against me. I told myself I'd almost pissed myself, that it'd been a 'close call,' but I knew deep down a close call didn't do it justice. Every time I moved I was reminded of the truth. I'd lost control of my bladder and basically had an accident at camp. I'd just been lucky enough to get away with it.
  2. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  3. Okay, so here is the second occasion in my life where I've 'nearly' pissed myself. Whether or not this is a formal accident is up to you, but my lord was it close to being a far bigger deal.... I have at least one more story that involves me wetting my pants a bit on accident, though it's a little different. I'll share it a bit later if there is interest in it. If you want to read the first account I posted, there is a link to it a couple paragraphs down. This is the second story of when I almost pissed myself as a kid. It happened a few years after the first one. I was in either the 6th or 7th grade, so I imagine I was 12-14 at the time. It all happened in band class, during one of our after school performances. I had a close friend in band at the time, so I caught a ride with him. I remember being mildly uncomfortable that day, since we had to wear 'dress clothes,' something I was entirely unused to. Black trousers, a white, hot, long-sleeved dress shirt, a tie, and even this strange device called a 'cummerbund.' Why that was required of a middle school band class I'll never know. I'm pretty careful with my bladder, and I was a 100 times more careful in those days. I was sure to piss before I left, and I didn't drink anything that would cause me problems. Of course, I was a 13 year old boy, and it's not hard to make a kid forget about the gritty details, especially when his class is right across from the bathroom. When I arrived at the band room for our last rehearsals, there were snacks—and among those snacks the culprit of my last near accident: soda. Now, I'd learned from my previous soaked pair of briefs that soda was a drink of moderation, so I only had one.... At first. I was talking, we were doing rehearsals, and we were all there pretty early. So, I had another. Not a problem, though, the bathroom was right across the hall. By the time we were all making sure our ties and cummerbunds were on, I had to pee. I went into the bathroom with a ton of other boys and adjusted my clothes. The only problem was I wasn't the only boy there drinking soda. Every time a urinal opened up, it was taken by somebody. Had there been a line, I'd have joined it, but there wasn't a line. You had to assert yourself there when it opened. I was a bit shy, especially about bathroom related things, and I didn't have to go super bad at the time. It didn't help that far too many of us hadn't come dressed, so all the stalls were taken up with kids changing, and the band director was outside telling us to hurry so we had more time to practice our songs. So I returned to the band room and sat down. I sat there for quite awhile waiting for all the kids. Wave after wave of boys returned in their full outfits, while my urge was getting worse. Had I just waited in the bathroom, I'd have been able to go. I could have asked the band director, but surely I'd have a chance to go before we got on stage—and plus, he was... a little intimidating lol. Soooo, I held it. I played baritone and did my best like a good boy, though going through our set of three songs took some time—time that we did not have considering how close our stage time was. We were rushing through the last song, replaying hard parts instead of doing the entire thing at this point. Meanwhile, soda was rushing through my body. Not only could I feel my bladder now, but my piss was just... hard to hold. I'd deliberately avoided water to keep from needing to piss, and because of that, I had nothing but caffeine and soda in my body. It was a disproportionately bad urge. But no big deal, right? I'd have time to nip into the bathroom before getting on stage. When it came time to finally go, I remember being super frustrated with the band teacher. He was getting all anxious and pressing our rehearsal to the last possible moment. We were already a few minutes late by the time we were leaving the classroom with our instruments and chairs and music stands in tow. The stage was right across from us, literally a twenty second walk, but the bathroom was right there, in the hallway between the cafeteria and the band room, a 5 second detour.... But there was no time. I had to bring my own chair and music stand and promptly sit down. This is where things got difficult. My bladder was kinda full, but the real problem was the soda. I was having a really hard time keeping it in. It kinda felt like a bladder infection, but instead of pain, there was a constant nagging feeling in the tip of my penis. I kept telling myself I'd felt it many times before and it would be fine, that I wouldn't have an accident on stage—one of my absolute greatest fears—but this felt worse than usual. After all, I'd had two sodas after avoiding water.... Now let me spoil it for you right now: I didn't piss my pants on stage. If I had, this would be a far more embarrassing story to relate. But what did happen both surprised and terrified me. Sometime around the second song, I leaked. I actually, legitimately peed for a second. It was only a few drops, but it was a few drops. It happened on stage in front of like 100 people. And worse yet, I was trapped there, not sure if more was going to come out. Considering the circumstances, I think I managed to hold things together fairly well for the end of that song, and for the third song, which was by far the longest. When the third song ended and we were told to grab our stuff and bring it back to the band room, I whipped around to look at my seat. Much to my horror, it was wet. Then I patted my butt, which seemed.... dry. I took a moment to thank God it was just sweat. I grabbed my stuff and followed everyone else to the band room. Now that I was standing and walking, the urge was far easier to manage, but I still glanced at the bathroom with some longing as we passed it. Back in the band room, things took awhile to situate, but I can't imagine anything notable happened, since I don't remember this brief time well at all. There is a possibility I drank more soda with the thought in mind I was in the clear and had not peed my pants, but looking back at the event, I doubt it. However, what I did do was drink a ton of water. I'd wanted very badly to use the toilet, but some idiot had locked the bathroom door. I could have gotten the band director to use his key to unlock it, but my friend's mom was waiting on us... and really, the problem wasn't a full bladder. It was full. I mean, it was very full, but I lived like five minutes away from the school. I could hold it. The problem was my dehydration. So I drank more at every water fountain on the way, forcing myself not to pee dance whenever we stopped. I don't remember exactly why, but leaving took some time. I believe my friend's parents were chatting it up with the band director and what not, and I think my friend's sister might have been there talking to her old teachers. In any case, it took a bit of time, just long enough for that water from before to start making it's way through me. By the time we reached the car, it took just about everything I had not to show how badly I had to piss. I mean, I was 13, I wasn't going to piss myself or anything, but I did really, really, really, have to go. Whenever I felt like nobody was looking, a squirmed a bit. Not quite a pee dance—I refused to do something that embarrassing—but it was definitely getting difficult to stay still. My pee wanted to come out, and soon. When I finally sat down in the back of my friend's mom's minivan, my bladder was about to pop. The shock of the new position made me jolt. I sat there for the whole, thankfully short, drive with my legs close together, trying not to move too suddenly and trying to keep my very tentative control intact. We had a series of yuge speed bumps outside the school, and I remember tensing up with each one. I thanked God when we hit the last one. Piss felt like it was in my genitals, like it was right at the edge, ready to just start spraying everywhere. Had there been another speed bump, there's a strong chance I'd have pissed—my boxers felt a tiny bit damp after the final one, but I hadn't felt anything come out. Not a good sign. I honed in on the sensation of wet fabric on the way back. I squirmed a little, which mostly consisted as shaking my leg very lightly for a second, since I was too scared to do anything else. The whole ride I was praying that his mom would hurry. I was barely holding on, and it wouldn't have done any good to have told them. I mean, it might have, actually, but in my 13 year old, shy brain, I didn't want anyone to know I had to piss. I didn't want them thinking about it. We arrived at my house soon. I casually got out of the van and said bye, and walked to the door. My stomach started to tighten, just like it had at camp. His mom stayed in the driveway until I got the door open, and made it safely inside, so I still could not dance, and the stakes were higher than ever not to start pissing, since I had a pair of headlights shining directly on me. Even from the side in black pants it would be hard to hide a sudden waterfall of liquid running down my legs and possibly cascading forward or backward. I opened the door and walked inside. Normally I”d have gone to talk to my mom but there was absolutely no time left. I had to piss so bad it was all I could think about, and to make matters worse, my stomach muscles were tightening even more. I dropped my baritone on the floor and powerwalked toward the bathroom. Any normal kid would have ran, but I was too shy for anyone to see me doing that. I remember praying no one was in the bathroom, and even wondering for a split second what I would do if someone was. When I asked my brain, there was a blank spot as an answer. 'I would just go pee outside' appeared in my mind for a moment, even though I knew deep down there wouldn't be time for all that. There was only one possibility if that door was closed. I would stop in front of it and start squirting piss into my boxers, and I'd likely lose control within seconds. So I walked faster, my bladder muscles getting tighter and tighter, my lower body starting to push against my weakening muscles. I was thinking this was impossible, that is couldn't be happening. I was still in pants, not even in the bathroom yet, and I could barely hold it. I was seriously about to start pissing all over my pants and the floor just like when I was 5. My actual best case scenario was just making it. Thankfully (or sadly considering this forum lol), the bathroom was free. I rushed in, ignoring mom who immediately asked me how it went from her room directly across. I closed the door, embarrassingly slamming it a bit in my rush. It was the camp experience all over again. My stomach was getting tighter, piss was dribbling into my underwear as I struggled to undo my belt. Thank God the cummerbund has been removed and forgotten at school. I didn't even have time to lift up the toilet seat. The moment I got my belt undone, my bladder released. It took only a heartbeat for my piss to accelerate into a full speed stream. My eyes widened with utter shock. It was happening; I was pissing my pants. I undid the button with Apollonian speed and slipped my already pissing member out, trailing piss against my boxers and getting some on the front of my pants as I did it. I aimed straight in the middle of the bowl, driblets of piss splashing up onto the seat from the ocean surging out of me I felt a droplet of piss running down my leg. It was only one leg, thank god, but it was not at the thigh, it was all the way down by my calf. While pissing, after I'd gotten over the orgasmic pleasure of relief, I looked down. The crotch and a bit of the side of the thigh area of the thankfully black pants twinkled in the light, but other than that, the accident was hidden. When I finished, I looked down into my boxers and saw a dark patch extending down my leg. What I did next I can't remember exactly. I either left the bathroom and went to talk to my mom, which in retrospect is a pretty embarrassing, because while it didn't occur to me at the time, she had to have known I'd had an accident, or least that I'd leaked a bit. She'd seen me rush into that bathroom, and worse yet had probably heard my fire hydrant style piss a millisecond after I closed the door—notably without the build up that usually happens when you don't start off in your pants. So if I did stand there and talk, she had to have known I was doing it after having wet myself a bit. The other possibility is that I shrugged her off somehow and retreated to my room. In any case, when I was alone I promptly removed my wet trousers and tossed them to the floor. I inspected my dark blue patterned boxers closely, and found a dark spot spread wide across the left half, extending down to the thigh, and then reaching a bit further down the side. The damage to my pants was minimal, but the same could not be said of my boxers. Those were soaked. I took them off and tossed them to the floor with the trousers, hoping they dried by the morning. In any case, my mom never mentioned it to me.
  4. So I recently posted a couple stories about times I almost—or kinda did—piss myself as a teen. For those interesting, here is the camp experience, and here is the band experience. Now, unfortunately, I don't have too many more stories that involve that same sort of clutch, last minute making it, at least none that I can remember. However, I do have a few other unique events that have happened in my life, and this is one of my fondest. This one happened around the same time as the other two, though maybe a year or so earlier. This was probably my first experience with peeing in my clothes with the exception of a few 'experimental' things when I was younger and minor leaks right after pissing, and likely my first time in years actually losing control of my bladder. A truly humbling experience lol. Back in the day I used to live in a trailer park. Picture Beverly Hills, but marginally shittier. I was still too young to know how shitty, though, so it really wasn't all that bad. Also living in that park was a little girl several years younger than me—maybe 8 or so? In any case, she was young enough to annoy me, but not so young that I could always get out of hanging out with her. I wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't tormented me the way she did lol. The worst thing by far, though, was her always trying to peep on me, specifically when I went to the bathroom. Like I said, I lived in a trailer park, and it wasn't fancy there. The doors were all very thin and cheap and sometimes the knobs broke off, and not everybody there could afford to fix them (or they fixed them themselves to... varying levels of success lol). I didn't know how to get her to stop, and none of the adults would help me, so pitifully enough I would actually hold my piss sometimes because I didn't want to be hanging out with her when I peed. One day I did this until I had to go quite bad. Piss wasn't dribbling down my legs or anything, but I was worried that if I got jostled or pushed the wrong way some could maybe come out—or a lot could maybe come out. The last thing I wanted in the world was a repeat of my very embarrassing accident at five, and I really didn't want to pee my pants in front of a girl several years younger than me. So I excused myself, told her not to follow me, and rushed off to the toilet. I went into the bathroom, positioned the towel that was used to block the open door-knob hole (I did say varying degrees of success), and hurried to the toilet. I pulled my thing out and aimed, but didn't piss yet. It felt like it was about to burst out, but I could hear her. Like I said, it was a trailer, I heard her steps when she approached the bathroom door. Sure enough I saw the towel beginning to move. I put my thing away and did a quick dance before she managed to get it to fall, revealing myself to her. I told her to go away and repositioned the towel again. I waited for a few moments. I asked her if she was still there. There was no response, but again, trailer, I never heard her walk away. I eventually got fed up with barely keeping my pee in while prancing around like an excited fawn and decided this was getting absurd. What was I? A five year old? She seemed to be unwilling to move without at least getting to hear me, and while that made me very uncomfortable, it was better than going to a different trailer to find my mom and tell her in front of her friends (most of which were males) that I couldn't handle this 8 year girl and that I really had to piss and that if she didn't do something fast I was gonna piss my pants. There wasn't time for all of that anyway. I was like, 11, had a full bladder, and was standing in front of a toilet. Walking back out of the bathroom was not an option. I had to go. So figured 'fine, let her hear me.' I rushed back toward the toilet, pulled my thing out, and within two seconds I was pissing hard and fast and nearly moaning with relief, but only a few seconds into it, I heard something by the door. The towel was moving again. I gasped and looked down at my exposed member. I looked at the towel, back at my member, and then back at the towel again, which in just a few, short, very relieving seconds, had been nearly jostled free. So I did the only thing I could do. I quickly stopped my stream and put my thing back in my pants. I'd never done that before, so in my mind the stream would just stop, no problem. Well it wasn't that simple. I was overwhelmed with a painful sensation I'd never felt before, with this sudden, immediate, overwhelming pressure. I'd made a mistake, and if I didn't quickly correct that mistake, it was going to fix itself right on the tile floor. I pulled my thing back out and immediately started to spray a high-powered jet of piss into the bowl. And then the towel, the only thing protecting me from the eyes of an 8 year old girl, dropped to the floor. In my panic, I stopped my stream a second time. I had to. Was I supposed to let her see my dick? Absolutely not. But this time the pain was even worse. I pulled my pants up over my penis to hide it from view, which worked great, she couldn't see a thing— but what didn't work great was the stream stopping part. Somehow, I did manage to make it stop, but within a couple seconds the pressure was just too great. It was an unfathomable thought for me at the time, it was not only the most impossible scenario, but one of my most dreaded. But, all that aside, it was unavoidable. It was happening. I was wetting my pants. I looked down in shock. I grabbed myself through my pants and tried to pinch my member closed, but the piss wasn't just dribbling out. I'd exploded. It was shooting out with force, and no matter of pinching could stop that for longer than an instant. I don't know what the material was, but my favorite pants back in those days were very comfy, but also very... crinkly? They sounded a bit like a soft aluminum foil being crushed into a ball. Kinda like a diaper, actually! Though, I quickly found out they didn't absorb like a diaper lol.... In retrospect, I'm not really sure why I had no underwear on, but I had to have been going commando, because the piss shot against the pants, soaking the front thigh area of one side in an instant. The wet fabric and overflowing piss twinkled in the light, hitting the pants so hard I could hear it. I actually heard piss hiss against the material of my pants. So I panicked again. My penis wasn't responding to me at all; the piss wasn't going to stop flowing at any point before pure catastrophe. I knew in an instant that it was either in my pants or in the toilet and let myself be seen. My brain chose the later. I pulled my cock out and flung the bursting trail of piss into the toilet. I looked over at her and found she'd already ran away, and I thanked God for it. To this day I'm not sure if I'd have gotten too embarrassed if she'd continued to watch and had tried to put my thing away, only to lose control a third time and flood the floor. But she was gone now, and I could pee in peace—in relative peace. But of course, the damage was already done. The door-knob hole was open, so I was constantly looking back at it to make sure she wasn't peeking again. There was no way I could stop my stream again after all that to plug it back up, even with my bladder half emptied now. If I even tried to stop it I'd probably just slow the stream down for a moment, only for it to burst out even worse a moment later. I was locked in. I wasn't sure how much she knew. She probably suspected something, but she was 8. She'd seen me look down, seen me grab myself, had probably waited around long enough to see me whip out my already pissing cock, but... well, she might not have realized. At least not known the full extent of my... accident. And while I did deny it as a kid, looking back I think it is fair to call that an accident, at least of sorts. In any case, she never brought it up, and I refused to hangout with her for some time after that, much to her dismay. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about my wet pants, and changing would have brought up questions, so I just kinda... kept them on lol. I could feel a big wet spot on the side of my leg whenever I took a step, like, a big one, probably the size of a couple softballs, but the pants were black. They only looked wet in direct light, and once they dried a bit, they didn't really shimmer much anymore. I went back to playing and did whatever I could to get them to dry—which was really just buy time. But yeah, that's all I remember! Hope you all enjoyed it more than I did....
  5. I've got a certain pair of underpants that I use for wetting. Nearly every morning, I put them on and do a squirt or dribble of my morning pee into them. I don't often empty my bladder fully in them, just wet them a little bit, then wear them for a while. Ive been "using" them for over a week, and must've peed them at least slightly perhaps ten times or more. I haven't washed them, but just hang them up to dry in my closet. Theyre a blue camouflage pattern on the outside, with a white cotton front and gusset. But over the last week and a bit, the inside has been stained a lovely yellow colour. Now I've been suffering from a back injury. I've been taken oxy contin, anti inflammatories, voltaren, and over the counter paracetamol as well. These combined have a "binding" effect, so I've been taking laxatives as well. These are hit and miss. Some days I don't crap at all, other days I have the runs, and go 4-5 times. Today has been one of those days. Anyway, the family has gone out for the night, so I put on my "pee panties," and revelled in the sight and smell of them. I stood in front of the toilet, and did the first big squirt in them, making them nice and wet. Then I pulled them down in the front, and proceeded to empty my bladder into the toilet. As I'm peeing, I felt the urge to fart, so I did. But this was a very wet "shart," and I ended up staining the back of my pants even worse than the front of them. Now I have no choice but to wash them, or throw them out, thus wasting a full week of pre-staining them with pee. Oh well. Back to phase one again.
  6. I may have told this story before, but it's been awhile since I've been online, so I'll tell it again... A few years ago I met a young marine vet on okstupid or fetlife or some other social network shit thing who was curious about pissplay, and wetting. So, on one of the last warm days of that year, I told him to slam a ton of water, and come meet me. I took him first to a beautiful county park that had a hiking trail, and proceeded to sit down on a log and piss my jeans for his amusement, and because I'd been drinking a ton of water as well, and his eyes did glow. He couldn't help but touch me where I was wet, and kiss me. I thought the park was too populated for a first-timer, so I took him to a small, off the main drag park with a playground. He was starting to look uncomfortably full at that point, so I tried to get him to relax by pissing my jeans again, this time in his lap, a top the playground equipment, but even though I got him wet, he just couldn't let go. He had to go so bad I could actually see and feel how full his bladder was. I thought maybe a more private spot would be better, so I led him away to a grove of pine trees. I unzipped my jeans and let him put his cock inside. He managed to piss a few drops in my pants, still suffering that terrible mental block I never seemed to have had, haha. But, I understood. I suggested a lunch break, and drove us through a Taco Bell drive thru. I made sure he ordered the biggest soda. We parked on a parkway to eat; he drank all of his huge soda, even though he was squirming the whole time. In hopes of getting him to relax, I made small talk while I smoked my after-lunch cigarette. Suddenly, he flung open the door and hopped out of the car. Of course, I did, too, and lo and behold, the cute Marine was standing in the street, pissing his jeans like I'd seen few guys piss themselves before. I never saw so much piss before; he was soaked, it took him quite a few minutes, and by the end he was standing in a huge puddle, and a river had run all the way down the gutter. He enjoyed it, though, so mission accomplished!
  7. I was asked and often wondered myself if Sarah has had an accident at work. The law of averages say she must have done, that is if her mishaps are genuine accidents. Well yesterday being the good house husband that I am put the washer on before I left for work (I was last out of the house), there where only a few t-shirts and a pair of jeans remaining in the laundry. When I got in about 6pm, Sarah and the kids where already home and my evening meal was almost ready. Sarah said the kids had eaten and ask if I could put mine out as she had a spinning class. I did but not before checking the laundry basket after she had left. There were two pairs of black opaque tights, 3 pairs of cotton briefs and a grey skirt (see picture). Two pairs of knickers were wet half way up the front and the gussets of both sodden. The third pair didn't look to bad. Both pairs of tights were damp. The inner lining of the skirt looked OK but smelt strongly of urine. Sarah may not of had a major accident today I thought but clearly she had not been totally successful at going to the toilet. The episode I shall convey tonight happened 6 years ago, our youngest soon was 4 months old and Sarah had been having real problems staying dry following a difficult birth. Kegel exercises were being done by the 100s e each day. This was the only period of our marriage she semi opened up about the problem I think she could accept it was part of being a mother and this was a common thing, something she would be over soon enough. Well it may have improved but over, I am not so sure. Friends of ours had a daughter around the same time and we were god parents at the christening. This was followed by a buffet in the grounds of a local hotel. We had hired a room for the afternoon so the kids could sleep if they where getting restless and tearful. To cut a long story into something worth telling I had been nibbling away at my sandwiches when I realised I had not seen Sarah for over 20 minutes and the kids were still happy in the garden. I asked around but no one had seen her so I headed up to the room. I had a key so I let myself in. Sarah was in the bathroom naked apart from her bra sponging a dry clean only dress she had just bought the day before. She turned to look at me, shocked to see me but still a sight for sore eyes. Pert breasts, long plated hair and a full fluffy bush, something that has been well trimmed for several years now. “You OK darling” I asked Then came the immortal words which I have never heard her admit to for years now “I've wet myself” “Don't worry, we will sort it out, give me your dress, I will dry it with the hair dryer you clean yourself up. Have you got spare knickers and tights?” “Yes in the kids spare clothes bag”she replied know tuning her attention to cleaning her legs and pubic area. “What happened” I asked (something a I dare not ask these days) “I could not get to the toilet fast enough, I've wet the carpet in the corridor” “Did anyone see” “God I hope not” We laughed, had a cuddle and were in the garden 10 minutes later, nobody any the wiser.
  8. Sometimes when we go out I set a challenge for myself that I will not pee whilst we are out, so essentially make a rule that public toilets are out of bounds. This can be fun as usually there is no telling how long we are going to be out, where we are going to end up and most importantly how much I will end up drinking. Sometimes this results in me getting home feeling only slightly desperate, other times I get home bursting full and almost wetting myself and on a few occasions I have had to forfeit, use a public bathroom and then accept the punishment. It’s always fun doing this with somebody else. I usually do it with my gf Alice if she comes out with us or with my twin sister Casey. However sometimes when the opportunity arises I do this challenge with my sister in law Sarah as she is into omorashi and enjoys being desperate and holding her bladder. On Friday it was Matty’s cousins birthday, which she spent with her immediate family then yesterday she arranged to meet with her friends and other family members and go out for a meal. Myself and Matty were invited a few days ago and we said we would come. Yesterday morning we went over to drop something off at Sarah’s house and found she was on her own and she told us her gf had gone away with her parents for the weekend. We asked if she wanted to come shopping with us which she did and we spent the morning together. We found out she was going to the meal that evening and Matty offered to pick her up but then we decided it made more sense for her to just hang out with us all day rather than us drop her off and then have to go pick her up again. We grabbed some lunch and then after dropping Matty off to run some errands I drove back to her house where we hung out for a bit before she went and got showered and changed. When she came back downstairs I couldn’t help but admire her. She is sexy as it is but she had donned a white strappy top which showed off her cleavage and a denim mini skirt which proved to be a triple threat. Not only did it make her butt look good and show off her long tanned legs, when she sat down you caught a glimpse of her sexy black knickers. She caught me looking and did a seductive pose and asked if I approved. I wolf whistled showing just how much I approved. We drove back to our house and I showered and changed. I opted for a red top and a white frilly skirt with white knickers underneath and after we were all ready we got in the car and set off. As we were driving along she asked if I was planning to do the no pee rule. I hadn’t thought about it and before I could say anything she added “because I am, I have told my gf that if I fail she can decide a punishment for me”. I giggled and told her I would join her and and help keep her from failing. She laughed and mockingly held her up hand and said “as you two are my witness, I hereby claim that I am not allowed to pee until I get home, if I do I shall willingly accept my punishment”. We all laughed and I turned back round. As I did I caught Matty smirking at me and I knew he was looking forward to when we were heading home and I would be potentially bursting full. Knowing he was enjoying the thought coupled with my own excitement of both me and Sarah not peeing for an unknown length of time sent shivers of arousal through me. Matty’s cousin decided she wanted to go to the Chinese Buffet which was fine by us as we love the place. All you can eat chinese food is a win for me any day. We met with everyone else then went in and once we were seated I realised that the unlimited refill soft drinks were going to really help get us both nice and full. We enjoyed the meal and enjoyed catching up with people and having a laugh. Throughout the two hours we were there I filled my glass 5 times and by the time everyone got up and started leaving I was feeling a pleasant filling sensation from my bladder. When we came out of the restaurant we parted ways with everyone and decided to walk a little way through town to a pub that Matty’s and Sarah’s Uncle owns. When we got there we chatted with their Uncle for a bit before going into the back room to play pool. We got a bottle of wine to share between the two us which gave us two glasses each. When we filled the second glass and the bottle was empty Matty’s uncle came and replaced with a new one. The wine coupled with the 5 glasses of lemonade was really starting to take effect and I could my desperation rising. Sarah drained her glass and cracked open the new bottle. As she poured the wine into her glass I saw her legs bob and I asked if she was okay. She looked at me with a smile and nodding said “yeah, just getting desperate for a wee”. I smiled and said “glad I’m not the only one”. We worked our way through the second bottle of wine and as time passed both of us were showing signs of increasing desperation. When she was not taking her shot at pool she stood jiggling and crossing her legs and every so often she would bob down and let out an “oooooooo” noise. After an hour and many games of pool (we got it free as we are family) the second bottle had been emptied I was really feeling desperate. Matty asked if we wanted to head home and she said “yeah, that would be a good idea, I’m busting for a pee”. I watched as she jiggled as if to emphasise that she was desperate. Matty said he would walk back and get the car and then drive round and pick us up. He headed out the door and we went to say goodbye to his uncle before going to stand outside and wait. As we stood outside waiting for Matty my desperation rose suddenly and I stood crossing my legs back and forth. As I did I was treated to Sarah doing the same and chanting “need a wee, need a wee, need a wee” over and over and hearing her saying that turned me on like crazy. After a few minutes Matty pulled up and we got in the car. I got in the back with Sarah and we set off heading for home. Now we were in the car and out of sight we were free to wiggle and squirm as much as we wanted and were able to hold ourselves between our legs. We drove along both sat with our hands pressed between our legs and both squirming as our desperation rose. The only sounds were both of us making desperate noises and hearing them turned me on. We pulled up to a red light and there wasn’t another car in sight. She noticed this and said “come on stupid light, I’m bursting for a pee and you are just holding us up”. I giggled but was thinking the same thing. I was feeling immense pressure on my pee hole and could feel myself getting close to dripping in my knickers. Eventually the light turned green and we continued on towards home. We drove through our town and as we were driving up the hill to our little village the sense of being almost home hit me and a dribble escaped into my knickers. I pushed my hand against my pussy to stop anymore escaping and I could feel the damp spot on my knickers. After a few minutes we pulled into our driveway and he stopped the car. The moment the car stopped I jumped out and for a few moments pressure lifted as I got out of my sitting position but then gravity took hold and the pressure returned even stronger. I quickly walked across the drive to our front door, closely followed by Sarah. When she stopped at the front door her hand shot up her skirt and she broke out into a spectacular pee dance. The sight of her holding herself up her skirt drove me crazy and also made my own need so much worse. Matty parked up the car and as he walked over towards the door Sarah suddenly said “come on come on, i’m gonna have wet knickers if you don’t get a move on”. He laughed and slid the key into the door and unlocked. He stepped inside and we followed him in. I kicked off my shoes and ran up the stairs. I ran into my bedroom, threw my bag on the bed and dashed into the en-suite. As I got to the toilet I started leaking and quickly pulled them down and sat on the toilet. Immediately a powerful stream erupted from my aching pee hole and I let out a huge sigh as relief washed over me. As I sat enjoying the wonderful feeling of my bladder emptying I heard a door close and figured it was Sarah going into the main bathroom. After a blissful couple of minutes my bladder emptied and I stood up and pulled up my knickers enjoying the feeling of the wetness on them from where I had leaked. I walked back downstairs and was shocked to find Sarah stood at the bottom with her hand still up her skirt dancing like mad and I realised it was Matty who must be in the other bathroom. Suddenly something flashed across my mind and I smiled to myself. I reached the bottom of the stairs and stood watching her dance and moan in desperation. “I hope Matty isn’t long, I’m nearly having an accident” she said, moaning and looking up the stairs. I smirked as my mind went into overdrive. I walked over to her and said “it doesn’t matter how long Matty is”. She looked at me puzzled and I continued “earlier you said, and I quote “I hereby claim that I am not allowed to pee until I get home” did you not?”. She looked at me and before she could say anything I looked around and said “and you are not home yet, therefore you are not allowed to pee yet”. She looked at me open mouthed and said “noooo I didn’t mean that, I just meant until we were back home”. I shook my head and said “you said until I get home and that means your house, I also said I would help you not to fail so therefore I refuse you permission to use our bathroom”. She looked at me in shock then smiled and said “fine, but you best take me home quick otherwise I am going to pee all over your floor”. I winked at her we waited for Matty to come downstairs. When he did we went outside and got into the car and set off. As we drove along she sat next to me moaning and squirming and holding herself. “I hate you” she said glaring at me. Knowing how much she loves been denied the bathroom and made to keep holding I knew she did anything but hate me and either way I was enjoying her immense desperation too much. As we drove along she suddenly gasped and said “oh god it's dribbling out, hurry up”. She kept gasping each time a dribble escaped and then suddenly she moaned out and she pulled her skirt up and plunged her hand into her knickers. The sight made my arousal sky rocket and I could only watch as she pushed her fingers directly onto her pussy. In the ten minutes it took us to get to her house she leaked a few more times and the moment we stopped at the end of her driveway she jumped out and quickly shouted asking if I wanted to come in. Matty said he would wait and I got out and followed her up the drive. I watched her dancing on her doorstep looking in her bag and then suddenly she looked at me and winked. I wondered what she winked for then she said “I’m technically home, I am in my garden” and before I could say anything there was a splashing noise and I looked down to see a stream of pee pouring out from under her skirt. She sighed happily and I stared as she wet herself in front of me. The pee streaming and snaking down her legs was beautiful and I found my pussy throbbing with arousal. Eventually the stream died down and finished and then she continued opening her door as if nothing had happened. I followed her inside watching her wet butt wiggling and followed her into her kitchen. Without warning she walked over to her washing machine and started stripping off. She stripped down to her underwear, throwing each item of clothing into the machine as she went. The sight of her in her pee soaked knickers was so nice and after admiring that scene for a moment she slid them off and threw them into the machine as well. She told me to wait and I watched her naked form walk past and head upstairs. She came back a few minutes later in her pajamas and thanked me for bringing her home. She asked if I wanted a drink but I said I best get home. We talked for a bit making arrangements for today as we are surprising her’s and Matty’s dad for Father’s day and with a hug we said goodbye and I walked past her puddle and got in the car. I sat for a moment replaying the image over and over in my mind. The stream coming from under her skirt, her sexy butt in wet knickers, her sexy desperation dance. I was suddenly brought back to reality but a feeling and I realised I needed to pee. Being caught up in her desperation had obviously distracted me from my bladder but then I realised I had consumed a lot of liquid and I had broken the seal. As we set off back towards home I realised I was actually quite desperate and my bladder was filling fast. After five minutes the wines effect on my weakened bladder had sent me from desperate for a pee to busting for a pee and I was jiggling and squirming in my seat as my desperation rose rapidly. It continued to rise and without warning I started dripping and dribbling into my knickers.I grabbed myself and realised Matty was watching me. The drips soon turned to leaks and I was amazed how fast my desperation had risen. As we drove through our little village I started spurting and knew I was close to having an accident. We pulled into our drive and the moment the car stopped I got out and the sudden motion of me standing up made me spurt like crazy and before I could stop it my pee hole burst open and pee poured into my knickers. I pulled up my skirt and leaned on the car as the stream grew in strength and splashed all over the floor. I looked round and found Matty staring at me with lust in his eyes. I finished peeing and let my skirt fall down. When we got inside he sat down on the stairs and said “show me”. I looked at him and the growl in his voice made me go weak. He looked at me and growled “I said show me….show me your wet knickers you naughty girl”. I winked and pulled up my skirt and I could see in the mirror by the door they had gone see through with the wetness. We went upstairs and I am sure you can use your imaginations to work out what happened next.
  9. A youtube I just came across. She plays it so calmly. Then again, how else would you behave if you got caught short at the till? Lady pissed herself in the liquor store.mp4
  10. I realise I only posted last week but I just have to tell everyone about tonight, it was incredible to best sighting I have ever witnessed and by my own wife. The kids were at there grandparents as neither of us could get out of work by 4pm to pick them up. I got home about 5.30 and began to cook the evening meal. The weather was lovely I opened the patio doors and set the table in the garden. I even put out a bottle of wine. The meal was almost ready when I heard Sarah arrive. “Dinner is almost ready” I shouted as she heady upstairs “Should I serve it” I asked “I'll'' do it I will be down in a minute” she replied Sarah came into the kitchen still in her skirted work suit looking stunning as always as I headed to the garden with a bottle of chilled white wine, which I opened and sat waiting. It was about 5 minutes later when Sarah came out carrying two plates with a towel. She was halfway across the garden when she began to shout “Take these quickly” I looked up “Quickly!” “Are they hot” “Not really just grab them for god sake hurry up” I put down my book to get the plates” “For god sake get the bloody plates” she yelled I reached out to for them expecting then to burn but to my surprise they were warm but not hot. As soon as I had hold of them Sarah rammed the toilet up her skirt between her legs “Noooooo” she wailed Her face contorted her eyes closed not unlike when she orgasms (I have a good memory). For a second or so the world seem to freeze and I genuinely wondered what was going on, but then I saw a little river-let of pee running down her left leg. Sarah was wetting herself right in front of my eyes. It wasn't long before pee came gushing down both legs, wetting her shoes and creating a pool between her feet. I could not believe it, you see this in videos online but your own wife in your own garden what a sight. Sarah froze in a semi squatting state looking at the pee splashing between her feet “Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t” she repeated. When the flow subsided she stood up and just starred at me for what seemed a minute but was probably no more than 5 seconds, pee still dripping from under her skirt. She then turned and bolted inside and up the stairs. The previous 2 minutes just kept going round and round in my head 'WOW''. Having not appeared 15 minutes, I went upstairs with the idea of consoling her and hopefully getting her to open up. Firstly I thought it would help her and secondly selfishly really but it would just turn me on so much to hear her tell me all about her wetting her pants. Instead I got and absolute ear bashing, Sarah who by now was in shorts and t-shirt went ballistic. Telling me it was all my fault, how I took so long to get the plates on purpose, how selfish I was etc. Non of which was actually true, but there was no reasoning with her. She has gone to bed, I am in the spare room tonight. I have attached a picture because of previous responses the picture is not of Sarah. However it shows you what she was wearing tonight and to be honest the person in the photograph has a very similar figure. Yes I am a lucky man to have a wife in her 30 who looks and dresses like that and wets herself. I just hope she is exclusively mine.
  11. Okay, this may not be for everybody for a bunch of reasons. First - there is no wetting to be seen. Second - it's completely in czech language. BUT this very pretty lady won Czech Miss contest (okay its been some time, maybe 10 years ago or so) and she also totally wet her pants in borrowed car. And she spoke about the accident in TV (some shit show about jokes or so, who knows). The story itself starts around 6:00. It was in the winter, in the traffic jam and as she says she really really needed to pee. She is quite graphic about it, she speaks about shaking, bouncing knees, wishing to cry. Around 7:35 she explains she came to decision to just let it go and wet herself in the car than to suffer anymore. Than after 7:50 she speaks about how nice it felt to let it go and how - in some twisted way - she enjoyed the feeling and even moved her bottom for a while in the totally wet seat. And she continues to how she called her friend to wait for her at her home, to bring her some dry pants and how she changed the wet pants for dry ones behind the wheel ... you can quite see all that in her body language while she tells the story. And than her friend helped her to clean the peed car seat. Youtube link is here - I'm sorry if you expected something much better, but imagine - even beauty contest winners piss their pants ... and tell about it on TV :-P Thanks for some comments ;)
  12. When one day my brother came at home from school in his peed jeans, told me what did happen to him. I will write it in first person narrative. It was last lesson that day and it was art lesson in a special class for arts lessons. I was seating there with one girl behind the desk, her name is Alice. Approximately 15 minutes before end of this day was teacher called to the office. I did not know why, but it did not matter in fact. At the same time I needed quite much to the bathroom but teacher was not at class and I did not know if I could only leave or wait. So what- I decided that I could wait little longer. But teacher was not here after 5 minutes and I was in bigger and bigger problems. But I supposed that teacher must come back in a short time. Alice noticed that something was wrong with me and I was very surprised with our conversation: Alice: you look like as you need to the bathroom Me: (blushed little bit) yes, but I do not know if I only can go or if is better to wait... Alice: depends on your need Me: I was in the bathroom before 4 hours ago for last time Alice: so you can release it for one second. It will not be visible and you drop the huge pressure on your bladder. And in 10 minutes we are on the end of lesson and you can go to the bathroom. Me: (surprised) did you try it self? Alice: sometimes, just before end of lessons. But you must be able to stop it! and she laughed. We continued with our work and did not talk about that more. I felt how huge urge hit me and tried to release for one second as Alice said. I managed to stop it and pressure to my bladder was really smaller. I calmed myself and continued with my work again. It was little wet stein on my jeans but I could hide it with sweatshirt. But after only 2-3 minutes hit me my urge again and more harder than before. Maybe due to wet briefs, maybe due to my nervousness, I have never tried to pee little in my jeans. Suddenly I only felt how I started to pee myself and even if I tried to stop it I peed maybe one minute. My bladder was empty and Alice stared at me. She does not say something and for me was good that another students did not notice how I peed in my jeans. I went last from class and hurried up at home and hoped that any friend did not see me. So I hoped that it was only you and Alice which saw me. And I was nice to my brother and said nothing. Mummy was not at home so my brother managed to put jeans and briefs in machine and hide his accident.
  13. I'm sitting on the toilet atm, what a coincidink. Sooooooo... I was at work, drinking too much coffee. I thought I could make it home without wetting my pants. I always think I can do things without wetting myself but I GUESS NOT. I was on the bus and I ran into an old friend, and he walked me home as we live close by. I live by a soccer feild and his friends were out there playing. We played for a bit but then I forgot that I really needed to pee... And let me tell you, these boys are very attractive so that makes this story 10x more embarassing *sad* Anywho, I scored in the net and my friend decides to pick me up by my sides which is very ticklish to me. He was holding my legs onto his chest and spinning me around. I am pretty tall so the spinning made me dizzy and I just started peeing! I was wearing my black leggings and I could feel my butt getting a little wet and I just held on for dear fucking life. I just yelled "don't pick me up again I need to pee!" I looked at my bum and I didn't pee enough to see it. I went to the washroom when I got home and my panties were wet, started to dry a little from getting home fifteen minutes after my accident (oops.) Luckily, the boys didn't notice my legs were a little wet... I SURE HOPE NOT (kinda)
  14. Licky Lex slips on her rollerblades while trying to pull down her pants and ends up wetting herself on the ground. 2016-04-22 - Tight roller skates - lickylex7_sd.mp4
  15. Ally runs from her car to the toilet just to find it's locked. 2016-03-28 - Parking lot - allystyle5_sd.mp4
  16. Here's vid 2. Real cutie brought the wrong keys, and can't get in. 2015-06-24_-_Wrong_keys_-_daphne3_fullhd.mp4
  17. It's time to give back. :) I'm not gonna go through the entire catalog of Omorashi.org vids, but I'm gonna use my best recollection and past forum stalking experience to try not to post duplicates. Feel free to delete any that are already here... Anyway, first one is Lexi from LoveWetting rushing to the bathroom when her friend gets there first and makes her wait. 2016-03-07_-_Who_goes_first__-_lexidona13_fullhd.mp4
  18. I had a fun desperate filled evening last night. Going out for the night with fellow omo lovers can be quite fun. I will post the story in parts as to avoid it being too long and make it easier to read. Hope you enjoy. Part 1 So I shared the story of my sister in law’s accident on Friday and I thought that was fun, however it turned out that the fun with her didn’t end there. After her accident on Friday we sorted through her shopping and chatted for a while. The topic of weekend plans came up and I told her that I didn’t really have any plans outside of my normal weekend. The only difference was that late Saturday afternoon Matty was going away to a stag weekend to the coast and would be staying over till Sunday lunchtime. When I told her this she asked if I had plans and I told her I was probably just going to stay home and chill out. She told me that she and her gf were going out for some food then going out for drinks if I wanted to join them. I decided it sounded fun and she said to make it easy I could stay at hers afterwards so I wouldn’t have to get a taxi home. So yesterday I spent the most of the day with Matty then around 5 o’clock I dropped him and his friend off at the train station then headed over to Sarah’s. When I got there she poured me a glass of wine and we sat chatting for a bit before I went and used her shower and got dressed to go out. When I came back downstairs Sarah checked her watch and said that Stacey would be getting home from work soon so she would go and shower then Stacey could be getting ready whilst we were sorting hair and makeup. She went upstairs and I set about drying my hair. By the time she finished and dressed Stacey came home and she went to get ready. Pretty soon the three of us were ready and we headed out to the restaurant in the town centre where they live. Whilst at the restaurant we bought a bottle of wine to have with our meal and after we had eaten we walked down the road to a cocktail bar. We enjoyed trying the different cocktails and chatting and after about an hour Sarah’s phone went and when she checked it she told us that some of her friends were in town and asked if we wanted to go meet up with them. We agreed and phoned for a taxi whilst we finished our drinks. We went and stood outside and after a few minutes the taxi rolled up and we jumped in the back and told the driver where we were headed. He set off and we sat back and talked about the places in town we could go. Sarah said her friends we were going to meet her friends in the club they were in but then we could go wherever. As we drove along I noticed Stacey’s legs had started tapping and bouncing slightly and I obviously wasn’t the only who noticed as Sarah asked if she was okay and she just smiled and said “yeah, just thinking I should have had a wee before we left”. After that she didn’t mention it again but as we neared our destination the signs she needed to pee got more prominent and it was obvious she was getting quite desperate. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up in the town square and paid the driver and set off walking towards the club where Sarah’s friends were. As we walked along Stacey said “oooo I will be glad when we get there I’m busting for a pee”. We walked down the main precinct through town and as we turned the corner we saw the club up ahead and because of the time it was starting to get busy and there was a small queue of people outside. We got to the back of the queue and stood waiting. Stacey stood fidgeting and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and after a few minutes said “I don’t think I can wait until we get inside, I’m almost wetting myself”. She put her hand between her legs as if to emphasise what she said. She stood subtly dancing for another few minutes and in that time we had moved forward but there were still a few groups ahead of us. Suddenly she leaned in and whispered “I’m going to have to go and pee, I’m seriously bursting and I definitely won’t make it if I have to wait till we get inside”. We walked out of line and walked down around the plaza and down some steps that lead to the main road. Halfway down the steps she stopped and started dancing from foot to foot and asked if there was anybody about. I looked down the steps and couldn’t see anybody and Sarah did the same at the top. As soon as we said it was clear her hands shot up her skirt and she yanked her knickers down, squatted and released a powerful stream down the stairs. As she did she moaned in relief and the look on her face showed just how much she was enjoying it. Watching her stream gush out and flood down the stairs was turning me on and I just stood watching the beautiful sight before me. After a minute of full force the stream died down until eventually it stopped and she sighed happily. She pulled her knickers back into place and with a giggly smile said “boy that feels better”. She saw me and Sarah staring at her and added “and it looks like you guys enjoyed it too”. We walked back up the steps and back around to the club and joined the queue. Ten minutes later we were inside and met up with Sarah’s friends. We had a couple of drinks in there then moved on to another club. Throughout the night we worked our way across town visiting pubs and clubs and having a good time dancing and flirting and getting tipsy. At about half 11 two of her friends left us to go home and we decided to do the same. The best place to get a taxi would be the town square so we set off walking that way. When we got there there was a small line at the taxi rank which was to be expected but luckily as it was only half 11 it wasn’t as busy as it would get. We joined the back of the queue and stood waiting. After a few minutes a taxi turned up and the people at the front got in and drove off. One of Sarah’s friends looked around and said “I could do with a wee and I think I better go before we get in the taxi, I have a bad track record of almost peeing myself in taxis. We all laughed and Stacey pointed just down the road and suggested we wander down and use the public toilets outside the shopping centre. We agreed and set off down towards the toilets.
  19. I have seen this on Youtube but havent seen it her already so I want to share it:
  20. My first piece of fiction. Contains desperation, wetting, and some sexual content, particularly toward the end. --- Katie brushed her hair back and took another sip of her beer. It was Friday, and she was celebrating an early quitting time with a few drinks at the bar with her friends. Her boyfriend Zack was still at work, and had been all week--with the long hours he'd been working, she'd barely gotten a chance to see him. But it was Friday, and they were finally going to have some time to themselves. Katie had even dressed for the occasion. Knowing that this would be their first night together all weeks, she wore her favorite seafoam green tank top. It was hardly what you would call low-cut, but she liked it because it showed off just enough cleavage to drive Zack crazy, especially compared to her usual clothing. Katie was rather conservative in public, though the last few years with Zack had brought out an otherwise-buried wild side when they were in private. She shuffled in her seat, thinking about the night to come. Katie took her last gulp and put down the empty glass. It was her second beer, and she was beginning to feel that ever-familiar urge to pee. She glanced at the bathroom, but decided to hold it--not out of laziness, but naughtiness. Aside from an insatiable libido, Katie had a pee holding fetish--for as long as she could remember, she loved the feeling of filling up her bladder and squirming in her seat. As she got older, she became more daring, wetting her pants in the bathtub on occasion, and even some very wet sex with Zack (after she got the courage to admit her fetish). Her ultimate fantasy was to pee her pants in public--not a full wetting in a crowd, mind you, which was too embarrassing for her timid midwest sensibilities. But she got excited about the idea of letting out some descreet spurts where no one would see. She hadn't gathered up the courage for such an outing, so it stayed a fantasy for now. Still, on this chilly Fall night, she was feeling frisky, so she decided she was going to use this urge to her advantage. She stuck her hand between her crossed legs, sneakily took a photo of it with her phone, and sent it to Zack. She didn't have to go that badly yet, but she staged the photo to tease him a little. "Saving up for you", she tapped in a text message, and sent it off to him, feeling a tiny twinge of excitement in her crotch for the night to come. Katie checked her watch and realized she still had awhile before Zack would be home. So, to kill time, she decided to order one last beer. As she drank, she began to squirm a little in her seat--beer always went right through her. She figured this was perfect--by the time she got home, she'd be at the perfect level of desperation for some naughty fun. She paid for her beer, stepped outside, and did an incognito potty dance as she waited for the cab. Once it arrived, she hopped in, gave her address, and rode off. But a few minutes into the drive, the car slowed down, and Katie's heart sank. There was an accident up the road, which, coupled with Friday afternoon rush hour, had brought the the only route home to a standstill. Katie pulled out her phone to check their ETA. What was usually a twenty minute drive was now forty, and there were no easy detours they could take to get around the traffic. Katie cursed her choice to skip the bathroom--her strong urge was quickly turning into desperation, though she convinced herself she could hold it until she got home. Katie tried browsing Facebook on her phone, but she soon became unable to concentrate. She had never gotten this desperate this quickly--it must have been the beer, rather than her usual water, that sped up the process. She squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to find a position that relieved the pressure. But nothing helped--she had to go, and soon. She stealthily unbuttoned her jeans, which were now tightening around her bulging bladder. Her light pink panties peeked through the top, and she tried to cover it up with her hand so the driver wouldn't see. She resisted the urge to shove her hand down her pants to hold herself, and instead checked her phone again. They were still twenty minutes away. Clearly she wasn't good at estimating her bladder capacity--even without the traffic, she'd have been cutting it close. But with the traffic? There was no way she'd make it all the way home. Her bladder was still filling up at an alarming rate, and she was aching with a need to pee. She looked out the window for possible places she could relieve herself. Unfortunately, they were on the freeway in the middle of the city's park--there was no bathroom to stop at, no way to turn around in the middle of the traffic jam, and there was SURELY no way she was going to ask the cab driver if she could squat on the side of the road. She'd rather wet herself in a cab than flash her crotch to a freeway full of unmoving cars. Her only option, she concluded, was to try to let out a little bit of pee to relieve the pressure. Just enough so that her panties would get wet, but not her jeans. Of course, she had reservations--Katie had read enough desperation stories online to know that "letting a little bit out" rarely works, and she could risk a full-on wetting. But if she didn't try now, she'd just end up soaking herself later, so she decided it was worth the risk. Katie uncrossed her legs and scooted her ass over the edge of the seat, just in case it all came rushing out--it'd drip onto the floor below instead of back into her seat. She didn't want to end up sitting in a puddle and soaking the butt of her jeans. She took a breath, braced herself, and relaxed her muscles. But despite how desperate she was, being in public made it hard to truly let go. Finally, she felt a small spurt escape, dampening her panties before she immediately clenched back up. "I did it!" she thought. "I didn't lose control at all!" Unfortunately, the spurt was so small that it didn't relieve any pressure either. She didn't even see a wet spot on her jeans. She could go a little more, right? She'd already proven to herself that she could stop. She relaxed again, a bigger spurt shooting out from between her now-damp lips--but this time, it was harder to stop. She felt her muscles spasm as another spurt escaped. It slowed to a trickle, before she lost control completely and started shooting a steady stream into her wet panties and formerly dry jeans. The stream quickly filled her panties and started to dampen her jeans, dripping onto the seat. "Fuck fuck fuck, no no no" she muttered under her breath as the drips turned into a steady flow, a small waterfall of pee cascading down the seat and onto the floor below her. It felt so good to let go, but she forced herself to clamp down. After a good ten seconds of full-force peeing her pants, she was finally able to stem the flow. She let the last few drops fall, then scooted back into her seat, legs together and shaking. She felt a little better, but she still had a strong urge to pee, and she knew her bladder was still filling up thanks to that last beer. She re-crossed her legs and dug her hand into her crotch, no longer caring who saw. She felt the wetness on her jeans on her hand, and pressed it into her crotch--she was nervous and embarrassed, but it was hard not to get a little turned on. She pulled her hand away and watched the clock slowly tick by as she bounced her legs up and down. As she expected, her bladder filled back up quickly, and Katie began to get worried. Her pants were drying, but slowly--if she let any more out, the wet spot would certainly be noticeable when she got out of the cab, and she couldn't handle the embarrassment of walking to her apartment with wet pants. She decided she could hold on. They were out of the traffic, and she was only ten minutes away from home. She could make it. She HAD to make it. After what seemed like an eternity and only a few accidental dribbles, the cab finally pulled up to her building. She frantically paid the driver, losing a few drops in the process, and opened the door. As soon as she stepped out, though, she doubled over, realizing that holding the dam was going to be twice as hard standing as it was sitting. Another trickle escaped down her inner thigh as she took her first step toward the door. Barely holding on, she took quick, tiny steps up to the door of her apartment building. A jet of piss shot down her leg while she fumbled with the keypad. The door unlocked, and she rushed in, confronted with a horrible choice: Take the stairs, which were quicker but more likely to cause leaks, or the slow elevator, in which she could stand still. Fearing her decision wouldn't matter, she dashed toward the elevator, hoping it was already at the lobby floor so she wouldn't have to wait for it. Score! It opened immediately, and she stepped in. Before she could rejoice in this tiny bit of luck, she heard a voice behind her yelling "Katie, hold the door!" Her downstairs neighbor, a woman in her late 20s, was looking to get on the elevator too. Even in her desperate state, Katie couldn't give up her midwestern manners--after all, she didn't want to become known as the building's resident bitch. She held the door for her acquaintance, and the elevator began its slow ascent to Katie's floor. Trying not to look too conspicuous, Katie attempted to stand still, but the spurts were becoming more regular, each one only seconds after the last. She winced as she felt tendrils of pee drip down both her legs, praying that it didn't enlarge the wet spot on her jeans. After an arduous minute of waiting, Katie reached her floor, and the elevator doors opened. Her neighbor waved goodbye as Katie drew in a breath, prayed to keep control, and took the few steps out of the elevator toward her apartment. As the elevator closed, her shuffle became a sprint--she was so close she could taste it. But as she reached her door, she realized she hadn't gotten her keys out yet--all that time wasted in the elevator! She began fumbling through her purse, but her excitement in reaching her apartment had gotten the better of her. She felt herself lose control completely as she futiley shoved her key toward the lock, missing the keyhole, and the next spurt exploded into a constant spray of piss, shooting right through her now-drenched panties and soaking the legs of her jeans. There was nothing she could do anymore--she was full-on wetting her pants, frantically trying to get the key in the door. Then, in her worst possible moment of failure, her apartment door swung open, Zack standing in the doorway as her pee hissed out of her crotch and down her quiverling legs. "I thought I heard you out here, you having trouble with your keys?" He said, before he noticed the tears beginning to stream down her face and the puddle at her feet. "I...I tried to hold it too long", she stammered as she looked up at him, blushing with embarrassment. She was still peeing full force, but had given up on making it to the bathroom. Her jeans were already soaked, what was the point in trying? Zack stood there, dumbfounded, while Katie said nothing. The only sound in the doorway was the hissing of her pee filling up her panties and falling onto the ground. Finally, she let out a long sigh as she found her relief, her stream finally slowing to a trickle. She silently walked inside and began wiping off her clothes while Zack quickly mopped up the mess at their front door. He walked into the bedroom just as she pulled down her soaked panties, her glistening pussy peeking out as she bent over. Zack walked in and pulled her close with a strong, but tender kiss. "Be honest," he said. "You enjoyed that a little". "It did feel awfully good to finally let go," she admitted, "and I peed a little in the cab too"--a fact that turned her on more than she'd let herself believe. After all, this was what she'd always dreamed about--a real public accident, her ultimate fantasy. And though it hadn't happened quite the way she'd planned, she was starting to get turned on again. Zack kissed her neck, slowly moving down her chest and stomach, until he reached her bare, shaven, and piss-soaked pussy. She let out a loud moan as his tongue finally found its way to her clit. He continued licking, her pussy already wet with anticipation, and she thought back on the entire incident--naughtily peeing in the cab, losing control at the door, and now, Zack's tongue tasting her pee as he licked her wet cunt. It was all she needed--after only a minute of tonguing, she started shaking as he brought her to a quivering, standing orgasm. A little extra pee trickled from her lips and down her leg as she came. There were worse ways to end the week.
  21. Okay, to start- my best friend is a guy. No, I have zero romantic interest in him, nor does he in me. He has been in a committed relationship for a while, unfortunately his girlfriend is at home in California for the summer, while we live in Missouri. So, the two of us were hanging out, playing some Pokémon Go and swimming at my house. I live in the woods, and there are only two or three other houses near mine. We were in the pool, and all of a sudden, my phone (which I had opened to the app) started to vibrate, indicating that there was a pokemon nearby. At this point in time, I really really had to pee. I was about a 9 on a scale of 1-10. I should have used the restroom before the two of us went out stomping through the woods, but hey... hindsight is 20/20. Anyways, he and I grabbed our phones and headed off into the woods, looking for the bulbasaur that was nearby. It was fairly dark out, so whenever he wasn't looking, I was having to hold myself to avoid leaking. I couldn't stand still, and I was constantly crossing and uncrossing my legs as we walked. After about ten minutes of walking around, we found the bulbasaur. As we both launched Pokeballs at it, I could feel urine spurting out of me occasionally, running down my still-damp legs. We both caught the bulbasaur, and we started walking back to my house, but the damn was already broken. For the next two or three minutes, pee flowed down my legs slowly as a tried in vain to stop it. But it didn't stop until my bladder was completely empty. Fortunately, the sound of leaves crunching under our feet and the two of us chatting about our various Pokémon was enough to cover it up, and it went unnoticed. It was one of my most thrilling wettings to date.
  22. Most Saturday mornings Matty, Alice and I attend our local park run event. The one we go to is a 5K run around the park. It attracts quite a lot of people and we always have a good time. We could go for speed and come in with the leaders of the pack but we aren’t doing it for competition and we enjoy a steady run around the park and usually average 30 minutes. My record is 13 minutes but as I say we don’t go for speed. I got up yesterday morning and as it was set to be another really warm day I decided on spandex shorts instead of my usual leggings so that my legs wouldn’t get too warm and a pink spandex vest top. I went downstairs and made myself a cup of coffee and waited for the others to be ready. We finished our drinks and jumped in the car and headed over to the park. When we got there we went to the the cafe in the park and bought a bottle of water to take with me and bought a cup of tea as we had some time before the run started. We sat in the sun drinking our tea then went for jog to warm up. We did a lap of the park and when we got back to the start line we got in position ready to start. As we were stood listening to the run organiser giving the rules to anybody that was running for the first time I noticed the coffee and tea had started filling my bladder and I was quite desperate for a wee. I thought about going to the toilet but figured it wasn’t too bad and I would go afterwards. After a few minutes the starting gun went and we set off. The first lap of the park was fine and as we started the second lap I took a big swig from my water to cool down a little and I felt my bladder was filling up fast. The motion of running was making her bounce and put added pressure to the desperation I was already feeling and was making my need to pee worse. The good thing was it didn’t feel uncomfortable, the feeling of my bladder bouncing and adding to my need felt really good and turned me on. By the time we got to the third lap I was absolutely busting for a pee. Had I been stood still it wouldn’t have been too bad but my bladder bouncing was putting so much pressure on my pee hole. Halfway round the lap I could feel it threatening to trickle out and my naughty side took over and I figured that my shorts were black and would show the wetness but people would just think it was sweat marks. I relaxed a little let a trickle out and it felt so nice as it dampened my shorts and soaked against my thighs. As I ran along I kept letting little trickles out and enjoying the feeling and by the time we got to the finish line I had a very big wet patch on the crotch of my shorts. Luckily however because it was so warm it was drying quickly and that gave me another naughty idea. After you cross the finish line you get into a single file line and walk around the flower bed area and you get given a position token. This has a barcode on it and each person has their own unique barcode. You then walk around and get both of these scanned and this matches the position you came in to your name so you can look for yourself on the leaderboard and see your time. As we came in around 30 minutes and was with most of the other runners you end up queuing and waiting to get your barcodes scanned. This is fine as normally you just enjoy standing around after running all that way, it’s good for cool down. We collected our position tokens and got in line to be scanned and I stood subtly pee dancing. Now I was stood still the pressure wasn’t as bad but I was really desperate and almost leaking. Knowing that my shorts would dry quickly meant I could allow leaks to escape. As we slowly moved along the line I kept leaking and each time I loved the feeling of the wet spandex which was tight against my skin. The only problem with allowing myself to leak was it made holding on harder and I soon found myself leaking uncontrollably and getting close to spurting. I really didn’t want to suddenly wet myself around all these people and urged the line to move forward quickly. I stood stepping from foot to foot and squeezing my thighs together to try and control the flood without being too obvious that I was in desperate need of a wee. Suddenly a wave of desperation hit me and my pee hole opened and a spurt shot out and soaked the front of my shorts and I felt pee slowly running down my leg and I quickly leaned down and wiped it off before anyone saw. By the time we got to the scanners I had spurted a couple more times and had little trails of pee running down the back of my legs. As much as I didn’t want to wet myself I was so turned on by the fact someone behind me would see. I scanned my barcodes and said I was going to the bathroom. Alice came with me whilst Matty was talking to one of the other runners. We walked up to where the cafe was and when we opened the door to where the toilets were I saw there was a queue. There was a ladies toilet and a gents toilet which each one was just one room with one toilet in so there was usually a queue. Seeing this made me spurt again and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on long enough to wait in line so I grabbed Alice’s hand and walked over to a nearby tree. I stood next to it and before Alice could ask what I was doing I released the pressure and allowed my pee hole to open. I saw her about to ask me but then her attention was brought to the hissing noise and the sound of pee splashing on the floor. She smiled at me as I moaned in relief and pee poured out and saturated my shorts and ran down my legs. Eventually the stream died down and turned into drips and I leaned back against the tree sighing happily. My tight wet shorts felt so nice clinging to my skin and I ran my hand over them feeling the wetness. I quickly wiped my legs dry and we walked back down to where Matty was. Despite my shorts been soaked through it wasn’t too obvious that they were wet so I didn’t attract too much attention. We sat down on the grass whilst Matty went to get us drinks and sandwiches and when he got back we laid out and enjoyed our picnic whilst relaxing in the sun. We stayed there for about an hour before we decided to head home. As we were walking back towards the exit of the park I suddenly realised that before when I had said I was going to the bathroom Alice had said she was coming too and yet she hadn’t been. I asked her and she said she had to go but was going to wait until we get home. We came out of the park and as we were walking up the road to where we were parked I was talking to Matty and Alice was walking behind us and I heard her say “guys” but didn’t say anything else so we continued our conversation. Suddenly there was a splashing noise and she said “GUYS!!!”. We turned round and she was stood with her legs spread wide open with pee pouring down her leggings and all over the floor. My eyes widened with arousal and I looked at her smiling mischievously. She giggled when she saw our faces and said “I was going to wait until we got home but you looked like you enjoyed wetting your shorts earlier and I wanted a go”. We watched as she finished flooding herself and then continued to the car. When we got there we both stripped out of our shorts and leggings and sat on towels in the car and set off home. Certainly was a good start to a Saturday morning
  23. First of all, I'd like to say that as much as I enjoy omorashi, I think this was a very sad situation and I wish I had intervened. I thought a story like this might happen after I saw a dad ignore the pleas of his tired 4-year-old (or something like that) son in order to keep playing Pokémon Go last week, but I never expected me to witness it myself and especially not so soon or to someone older than 5 years old. The girl who had an accident was still underage though, and while there's nothing sexual about this story, consider yourselves warned. --- So I was out alone tonight playing the game myself and went to an area well known to be a great location for catching Pokémon (there were 4 lures active within less than 20 seconds of each other at the time and they were constantly being replenished, which is probably why the mother didn't want to leave). There were a bunch of players but one of the closest to me was a young mother, I guess around 35 years old, with her 2 daughters. I estimate the older girl to be around 12-14 and her younger sister to be around 7-8. The mother was busy playing the game on her phone (and by the looks of her power bank had been doing so for quite some time) while the two children were playing together (not Pokémon)some metres away. I wasn't really paying attention at this point so I'm not sure how long this went on for, but at one point the older girl went up to her mother and said she needed to go to the toilet extremely urgently. You could hear the desperation in her tone. The mother told her that they'll be going home soon. The girl went back to playing with her sister. We were standing close to a restaurant/cafeteria and I'm not sure why the girl did not use their bathroom at this point. It's the kind of place with tables outside in the open air and I'm certain nobody would have questioned whether they are customers and simply assumed the girl's family was eating outside (I did this a lot when I was a child, both when we really were customers and when we weren't). I suppose she was just too shy to go inside a restaurant on her own. Now paying more attention, I noticed the girl crossing her legs occasionally as she played and she was doing a subtle pee pee dance. After about 15-20 minutes, she went up to her mother again and, this time putting a hand on her crotch for added effect, pleaded with her to go home. The mother snapped at her and told her they won't stay much longer. I don't think she realised how much time had passed since she asked or how desperate the girl really was. I noticed the girl started crossing her legs more frequently after this but she didn't hold herself again (like I said, probably shy) until around 10 minutes later when she told her mother she was going to have an accident while holding herself with both hands and bouncing up and down. She was not crying but she sounded very close to tears. The mother got visibly frustrated at this point, raised her voice and told her not to make a scene and to set an example to her little sister. I should have intervened at this moment as it was evident that this was horrible parenting, but I didn't. After the mother got angry the younger daughter stayed next to her watching her play Pokémon Go and getting excited about all the new Pokémon she was catching (from what I overheard I think the mother was a fairly new player). The other girl showed no interest, either because she thinks the game is stupid or because she was too desperate to care. A few minutes later, as I was busy looking at my own phone trying to catch a Dratini, I heard a loud wail coming from the girl as she half-shouted that she was peeing her pants and started crying loudly. I obviously looked up and saw her with her legs crossed (but not holding herself), looking down and staring at the crotch of her dark pink (and darkening) shorts. The bottom of her shirt (I think lime though the lighting wasn't too good) also got slightly wet. I must admit I was surprised by the accident which is probably why I didn't say anything to the mother before it happened. I live in a small place where a toilet is never too far away and my omorashi memories are almost limited to my own memories. I have a few memories of schoolmates but I was always sitting too far to see the accident actually happen. This is the first time I actually saw one. The girl was visibly very upset and couldn't stop crying, drawing everyone's attention to her. I can't imagine how embarrassed the poor thing was. As I said, this is a popular location with Pokémon Go players and was full of players at the time, not to mention how she must have felt to have an accident in front of a sister 5-7 years younger than her. The younger girl laughed at the situation while the mother started shouting things like "You should be ashamed of yourself peeing your pants at your age" and "Even (sister's name) can hold it" (roughly translated). At least she did have the decency to take the girl home then, though she left the app on so I suppose she was still playing on the way.
  24. Welp, here it is. I've been waiting a lot of years to write this, but it is finally time. This is a compendium of nearly all the experiences I have had relayed to me by others, primarily female, though there are some male accounts at the end. Somehow, this isn't all of them. Some were lost during a drug-inspired mass deletion, but a lot of it I still managed to dig up. Some are on an ancient hard drive and have been corrupted over years of storage. Some are based entirely on my memory, and I am sure a few have been forgotten or will be left out. However, let me make it clear: every single one of these is true. Some of the relayed ones may be exaggerated, there is also the slight possibility they were outright lies, but I will honestly inform you when I suspect something of being inauthentic. There is no pandering to fantasies or anything like that here. There is no need. Many of them were told to me by people I was close to, or in relationships with, and therefore, I have a better idea of whether or not they were true. All names have been changed, this includes mine. I am not using my normal handle for this, out of respect for the people I was with. There is the slim possibility they could stumble upon this and find something of their likeness reflected here, though this risk is almost entirely eliminated if my original handle is not used. I want to make absolutely sure I have taken every measure to make sure their identities are safe. I will do my best to relay these in the order they happened, though I can't make promises it will be in the exact order, as my archiving of these events was generally a quick copy and paste and then a quick name that was usually pretty generic. Nothing under the age 17 will be told in detail – not that the list is huge. Also, as a note, I do not recommend skipping any of the accounts within a single person's experiences. A lot of them, especially early ones, contain important details in other accounts, though they should never contain overlap with other people, so the people can be read it any order. Let's go ahead and get this started: THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST PERSON AMONG SEVERAL. MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED IN THE FUTURE. ALEXIS BIO: She was my first “girlfriend.” Met her on a popular forum for something tv related, though I stopped frequenting it after meeting her. It was long distance, though she didn't live terribly far. At the time, I was maybe 15, she was 17, and turned 18 while we were together. In retrospect, it wasn't a real relationship, and it wasn't real love, but it was fun and I don't regret the times we had. PHYSICAL TRAITS: I believe she said she was 5'7. She had long hair, brown, possibly more of a dirty blonde. She had large breasts, D size if I remember correctly, and she had a nice body, nice hips, thighs. She wasn't fat, and while I personally would not call her chubby, a person into skinnier girls potentially would, but regardless, she was well-proportioned. NOTES: These are all on an ancient hard drive, and a lot I don't want to dig up and deal with, so I will be relaying the better experiences by memory. ACCOUNT #1: The first account I will keep quick. This one she didn't talk about much, as she said it was quite embarrassing. It was the only time she ever wet herself in public, and it happened when she was in the first grade. Standard story, don't recall too many details. She had to go, asked, was told no, and ended up wetting herself on a chair in the middle of class. It's gets better, this is just a formality. ACCOUNT #2: There were many times where she held it for me, and would do it until it got too bad and she would have to go. Generally, in the private chat, she would play it up, act like she really had to go, and while I am sure she exaggerated sometimes, I doubt she did it super often and I believe she was really holding it for me. One of the first things I got her to do beyond simply holding it was to go in the tub and wet herself before a shower. The first time, I got her to agree while she was already holding it, and the original plan had been to get her to do it through her panties, but she took them off last minute, much to my disappointment. She did, however, do it, and down her legs as well. She described it as warm, and said she enjoyed it because I enjoyed it. It took several months of chatting to get to this point. ACCOUNT #3: After having had a taste, I definitely craved more. Getting her to hold it a bit wasn't a huge issue, but the wetting was generally harder. As a compromise, I would sometimes ask her to go a bit, so there wasn't a huge mess and there was no immediate need for laundry or a big risk of getting caught by her parents. On one of these occasions, she did it in a pair of sky blue shorts she tended to wear quite often – also, as a side note, she almost never wore panties unless she was on her period, so assume she is going commando unless I say otherwise. She said she was about an 8 on the scale of 1-10, but this was before there was an omorashi.org or an actual popular scale, and to her, 8 was bad, 9 was very bad, and despite my protesting, 10 was extremely bad, and an accident occurred somewhere higher up. So bear that in mind. Anyway, she went a bit sitting in front of her computer, and typed 'ok..rbbr ' instead of 'brb' in her hurry afterward. After about 4 minutes she returned. I asked her how much came out and she said “maybe about..more than a couple drops.” When asked how it affected her desperation, she said it “made it ante up” and that it made things worse, though she had no trouble making it to the toilet. ACCOUNT #4: One of my favorite accounts of all time. It happened before she met me, and was rather special. This is one of the only stories that involves her in panties, and probably the only one that involves her in just panties and a shirt, as most were experienced in the sky blue shorts, or tight, black running shorts, or jeans. She said she was watching tv with her mom, and she got up to get something to drink. She said she had needed to go, but didn't remember how bad. Anyway, she ignored it. On the way back from the kitchen, she sneezed and immediately felt something warm between her legs. When she looked down, some had dribbled down onto the floor and a bit was going down her leg. She said she hadn't expected this at all and her mom had quite the laugh. She quickly went and changed. ACCOUNT #5: Many of my favorite accounts, and you will see many of them throughout this, have been candid instances of desperation, some of them being close-calls -- the closer the better. This is one instance of a “moment,” as I dubbed them, that happened to Alexis. She was walking back to her car with her friends after a movie when she noticed she had to go, but I assume it was no cause for alarm, since she decided not to (this one was before she met me, and was therefore completely candid), though she did say it was somewhat bad. When she got home, she was very late, and her mom was angry with her. She said she had to sit down on the couch and endure her mother screaming at her, and the entire time she had to desperately go. When she got to go, she described it as a “never-ending fountain.” I asked her how long she thought she could have waited had she needed to, and she told me a minute, followed by “...seriously.” Imho this was probably a slight exaggeration, and she probably could have waited a bit longer, though it is worth noting this is the first time she had ever hinted to me about possibly losing control in such a short span of time, so I think it is reasonable to assume she was extremely desperate, and by this point she had held it for me several times. After asking what would have happened had her mom continued on for longer, she told she would have gotten up in the middle of her yelling and made a run for it, and probably would have only endured "30 seconds" more before doing so. ACCOUNT #6: Another one of my favorites. This one also happened before she met me, but was relayed to me immediately after ACCOUNT #5, where I first asked “Have you ever been to the point where you lost control, but you were close enough to the toilet to make it? “ I then specified: “I mean you actually lost control of your bladder before you were on the toilet.” She told me she thought so and needed to remember. What she told me after that was a story where she was watching the movie titanic. She said she was crying, and had not noticed she needed to go until fairly late into it. When the movie ended, she made a dash, but said “lmao it went before I got myself to the toilet.” I asked if she had gone completely, and she replied in the negative and said it had only started. She said she had probably been wearing a shirt (no bra, as usual) and those silk shorts. ACCOUNT #7: She said her friends had tricked her into watching a screamer once, and when the thing jumped out and screamed, she peed a little. This was not a visible amount, and was probably only a few drops. ACCOUNT #8: She went to see a movie with her mom and toward the end her mom was having some type of “attack” and she had to drive her home while needing to pee 'BADLY' as she worded it. After that, she had to tend to her and get her something to eat, before she finally ran for the toilet and “made it just in time.” ACCOUNT #9: This one was on Valentine's day. She used to drive to a park and go running everyday, and beforehand she would always drink of a ton of water, partially to stay hydrated, partially to have a story to tell me when she got back. On this day in particular, I am guessing she drank a bit more, and she said she “leaked “ while running, though I suspect she may have deliberately let go, or at least started the process. She said she lost control for a bit, which I believe, though she claimed to have gone about 1/8th of a full bladder, which I suspect was an exaggeration. Of note, she was on her period -- toward the end of it -- and therefore did this in a pad, thus the reason she was willing to do it in the first place. When she got back she said she had to redo her dad's parking, and then park her car in the correct place, and then she had to take the garbage out, all while the urge was bad. She admitted to putting it off intentionally for me. ACCOUNT #10: Apparently this happened the next day lol. Not sure how I managed to make this happen, but I'm not complaining. Anyway, I managed to get her to stand in the bathroom and pee in her panties a bit (she had them on for her period but it had already ended, so no pad) and then immediately sit down on the toilet and finish. She did this and said she had trouble getting it started at first but managed to get a little to come out. She stopped it and sat down on the toilet and finished going through the panties, and said the only weird part was that there was some “sloshing around” when she was done. She then quickly got into the shower. This was in black shorts. ACCOUNT #11: She went jogging in some black shorts and had to go pretty bad by the time it was time to head out. She said she “remembered me” and decided to let a little go while she was sitting in the car before driving home. She wasn't wearing any underwear and figured if anyone asked she could pass it off as sweat. She said it left a golf ball sized wet spot near her butt. ACCOUNT #12: She was at school and was going to donate to the blood drive. She said had needed to go for awhile but was ignoring it. On the way to the drive the urge “blew through the roof” and she rushed to the bathroom, but all the stalls were occupied. She said that it came down to a matter of seconds and said she “almost pissed her damn pants.” When asked about dancing, she replied with “shifting my feet, tapping my feet on the floor, going in circles, shaking my leg, holding them together/criss crossing them. “ She said she was in short shorts. ACCOUNT #13: Later that same day, she went home from school and took a nap. When she woke up she said the urge was pretty bad and both bathrooms were occupied by parents. She said she tried to hold it for a bit but eventually said fuck it and “bust in” on one of them taking a shower and went. She said she could have waited longer had she needed to. ACCOUNT #14: Before I get to the grand finale, I feel I should mention this one. I have no record of it, and I am not entirely sure when it happened, though I am quite sure it was much earlier than a good bit of these. She was wearing boxers for this one, and was voluntarily holding it in. She held it a bit longer than normal, and judging by her text, seemed quite desperate. When I finally let her go, she said she started to pee herself on the way to the bathroom, and stopped in the tiled kitchen, where she promptly peed all over herself and on the floor. I have mixed feelings on the truth of this one, and while I do believe she peed herself, I've always been skeptical as to whether or not the accidental release aspect was true. I've personally decided that the most likely possibility is she did lose control to some extent, but had I not been a catalyst to the event, she wouldn't have stopped in the kitchen and would have continued to the bathroom, though, I could be wrong about this, because she explained to me the house was carpeted everywhere else. ACCOUNT #15: And here is the grand finale. There are probably a few I am not remembering or have not recorded, but for the most part, these are the bulk of her more exciting desperate moments, as well as the best ones I will not forget anytime soon. This last story is one my favorite all time stories, and I am to this day surprised it turned out how it did. It happened late in our relationship and was one of the last fetish things she did for me. She swore this one was not planned at all as well. She went jogging as usual and said she drank quite a lot, mentioning an energy drink, a glass of water, and another glass of water mixed with a nutrient supplement. Apparently, she said she was in a rush, though followed that up by saying she was late to return the car to her mother, but I will add it may have been in reference to being desperate as well, and possibly a double entendre. When she got home, she said she “burst through the front door” and to her “dismay” she found both bathrooms occupied. She stood outside one and decided to sit down, claiming it “covers up” better. While sitting, she said she “just couldn't hold it” and “was sweaty already,” so she peed about half a bladder's worth. I believe that amount to be exaggerated, as she said none leaked onto the floor, however she claimed her entire butt was soaked, so it had to have been a good bit. When asked if this was voluntary, she said it was a mix of involuntary and intentional, and that anything she let out would have come out on its own five seconds later anyway. She said when the bathroom became available she lost control as she ran in, but managed to keep it a secret. Anyway, that is my first “girlfriend” and some early experiences with her.
  25. “So, without further ado, please welcome the newest member of the Serlean family, Katha!” A roar of applause followed the announcement, the crowd of similar-looking men and women all idolizing the newborn that was being thrust into the air. I don’t get it though, there was nothing special about it. It was just a braindead, snot-nosed baby that wasn’t going to amount to anything. In fact, it was destined to let the whole family down. But I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. My name is Katha Serlean, the 47th member of the 28th generation of the Serlean family. Why is that so important? It’s not, but I’ll tell you why my mother thinks it is. And I quote, “the Serlean family has been the greatest force of caretaking since your great-great-great…” you get the point. Every boy becomes a butler, every girl becomes a maid. I’m honestly shocked that I’m apparently the first one who isn’t on board with doing menial labor all my life. I mean, sure, I’m good at it. I had better be after the hellish boot camp we have to go through before our first home. Today was the day of my first job. I’ll even admit, I was a little excited. Past Serleans have worked for kings, emperors, presidents, hell even my cousin is in charge of the Playboy mansion. Not exactly a place I would want to be in charge of cleaning up, but hey, I’m sure he gets plenty of benefits from it. So, after hearing all that, you can imagine my dismay when I arrived at my new workplace. Just some regular, suburban house. It was barely even two stories high, with striking white siding and a gaudy purple door. Now, it had been a long trip from my childhood home to this place, so naturally I needed to use the toilet. Hey, it happens. Everyone has to go sometime, right? Well, that’s kind of where this story begins. Keeping my back straight and my need hidden, I gave the door a hard but gentle knock. No answer. So, I knocked again, a bit louder. Still nothing. I was getting a little frustrated as my bladder was really starting to bug me. This time, I really gave it my all. Now, being hired as a Serlean maid is a little different than nabbing a job washing dishes at some random guy’s apartment. You’d probably get paid more doing that. But, as you might have inferred, we take the craft very seriously. Or at least everyone else in the family does. The first thing we have to do after being approved by the current Elder for work is to find said work. This can be a painstaking process, as while the one doing the work itself doesn’t earn a whole lot, the family makes bank. So, most people don’t have the money to get even a once-over by a first-timer like me. When you do finally find a job, it’s totally anonymous, and you have to refer the person that wants to hire you to the board, which is made up of everyone too young to be the Elder and too old to push a mop. God damn I need to pee….oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else. Anyway, the board sends out a scout, who finds out every little thing about the client and their home, puts it all into a dossier, and gives it back tot the board for approval, who then give it to, in this case, me. Actually, it just occurred to me that I didn’t even bother to read it. Maybe it says I don’t have to do anything! Or at the very least I would get to repaint this ugly house. I opened up the dossier, groaning at its length, before panning its text for words that might indicate what’s going on. ‘Client will not be home, door is unlocked’. Oh. Well then. I opened the door, cursing myself for not having thought to even try it, and immediately scan for the bathroom with one eye and continue reading the dossier with the other. My reading eye caught the word ‘facilities’. God how I wish I had not read this part. ‘Facilities are off limits. STRICT ENFORCEMENT.’ If it isn’t clear enough, strict enforcement means strict enforcement. Less of a hard spanking or a dock in pay, and more like exile from the family permanently. That means your kids can’t even apply to be Serleans anymore. They even legally change your name! Like I said, they take things super seriously. Unfortunately, this was very bad news for my already aching bladder, which was only getting more full as time went on. However, don’t let it be said that I don’t know how to keep a cool head (Hehe, that rhymed). Members of the family are taught to adapt quickly to circumstances like this. Normally that would mean peeing in the kitchen sink or something, but an act like that would get my ass exiled way faster than breaking a rule on the dossier. And believe me, they always find out about that stuff. My second aunt once had to go so badly during a job like this that while she was cleaning the garage she stood over the drain and pretended to wipe down the client’s car as she relieved herself. She lives in Fresno now, painting pets for commissions. She seems happy. With no other viable option in sight, I pressed my thighs together and got to work. It was a pretty simple gig, to be honest, and I wasn’t too worried about ending up in exile. That’s until I got upstairs. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was like a…well, there’s no point in grossing you out. Ever smelled something bad? It smelled worse. My brain started spinning, trying to think of what the source could be. The stench grew stronger as I cautiously stepped down the upstairs corridor. Most of the rooms looked tidy, at least from a glance, but there was one door that was shut. It was covered in streaks of paint, and several other substances that resembled paint. Before I could even get inside I had to wash down the door using a special scraping sponge and a bucket of water. Oh how I wanted to let my water join in…but I had to block out those kinds of thoughts, despite needing to pee worse than I ever had in my life. I was determined to wait, mainly for fear of exile but partly because the outfits we wear are super nice. We sew them ourselves, and they always end up looking lush and extravagant. Mine (I think) is one of the fanciest. I may not be all that girly but I really did a nice job with all the frills and lacey bits. If you’re a pokemon fan, imagine Mega Audino with twice the bells and whistles and a black paint job. I really did love the outfit, and it was just as important to the family. A sort of symbol that lets everyone know you’re a Serlean (for those that would even know that there is an Italian Mob for housekeeping). In fact, one of the rules of our trade is to keep that uniform spotless. It’s a sign of professionalism, and they’re an utter bitch to try and clean, even for us. Once I got the door clean and wiped the sticky…thing off the doorknob, I was able to wrap my hand around the knob and open the door. Immediately I felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets as my view was assaulted by what I can only describe as…a mess. But this wasn’t just a mess. This was like…an apocalypse. It was like Mad Max: Fury Room. Toys, food, clothes were strewn all over the place. I couldn’t even see the floor past it all. “Guess this is why they called us…” I said to myself. For a moment, I considered popping a squat in there. I would bet good money that no normal person would be able to tell I had, let alone after I cleaned it all. The thought was so nice…but I couldn’t do it. The family always finds out stuff like that. My personal belief is that there’s always a scout or someone that’s watching you the whole time. My brother thinks the family puts tiny security cameras all through the house before you get there. I’m sure once I get high enough in the ranks, I’ll find out all of my family’s little secrets and techniques that are only myths to me now. I started cleaning the room when my bladder hit me way harder than it had been before. I gasped and dropped the toy I’d picked up, unable to resist holding myself with both hands. Sadly, that meant I was getting my tights a bit dirty. “That’s probably my cut of the earnings for this job I just lost…” I muttered, sighing. But, at least I didn’t wet myself. That would have been much worse. I wiggled my hips to regain control before returning to the mountainous task at hand. In a way, I was glad I had resorted to holding myself, because now I could do it anytime I needed to. And i did need to. A lot. Especially when I slipped on a half-eaten PB&J and fell on an army guy. Thankfully, pain is not against the rules. Only stuff you want to do is. Needless to say I was starting to get frustrated. I don’t have anger issues or anything, but try cleaning your house while you’re holding in the goddamn atlantic ocean in your abdomen. You start to lose your grip. About an hour of gritted teeth and minor leaks later, I had done it. I double-checked the whole house for dust, crumbs, anywhere I could have gone wrong. The place was spotless. I would have jumped up and thrown my hands in the air triumphantly if my hands weren’t glued to the underside of my frilly black dress. It was time to leave. I stood, staring at the front door for a few minutes, unsure how to tackle this problem without keeping my hands from rather pleasurably rubbing my most sacred place. Oh stop judging I was about to wet myself. You’d do the same. I reached for the doorknob with my armpit, planning to turn in that way, when it started turning on its own. For a second I thought the universe was trying to help me, but then what little rationality in my brain that hadn’t begun screaming at me to let go of my pee figured out that the client was home. I sighed. Another rule broken. You’re not supposed to be in the house when the client gets back, provided they leave before you get there. At this point I didn’t care about getting paid or being punished in some way. I just wanted to pee. I stood a few feet back, giving my muscles one last big squeeze before moving my hands and clasping them politely behind my back. I put on my best fake smile, my body already beginning to tremble with the effort it was taking not to make a puddle in this guy’s foyer. The door opened up, revealing a rather rotund man, his almost as rotund wife, and his two rotund children. Not that I had a problem with it, it’s just the first thing I noticed about them. The next few things I noticed were stained clothes, unshaved faces (yeah, even on the wife), and a general aura that just said ‘we’re assholes’ to me. They smelled like assholes too, but the other kind. Then, the father started being an asshole. The first kind. Though I think the second kind being in my face would have been preferable. “What’re you doin’ here, missay? Thought we hired yew ta clean tha place and git!” His breath made me shudder even more than my about-to-burst bladder did. I took it in stride, though. As deplorable as he was, he was still right. Which kind of ticked me off. But I was supposed to be out of the house, so I did my best to ignore it. What I couldn’t ignore, though, was the tirade he went on after that. He told me to stay put and went all around the house, screaming and hollering about how I had moved things, messed things up, missed spots (the dirty liar). He even went off on me for dirt that he and his family tracked in when they got there. He dug so deep into me I thought he had a personal vendetta. But what struck me the most is when he said this. “I’m calling that no good agency you came from and you better believe they’re gettin’ the worst review I can think up!” With that, he stormed upstairs to yell at his wife for being the one that called me, leaving me alone and in tears in the foyer. I got mad. I saw nothing but red. Then, I saw yellow. A stream of it. A rather thick and heavy one. I sort of just stood there watched it happen. I couldn’t do anything about it, and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. My bladder was as tired of this guy as I was, and I saw it as a fitting justice. The ramifications of the pooling liquid that was spreading out onto the floor under me weren’t even crossing my mind. A smile crossed my lips, the feeling of relief so immense I just about orgasmed. Honestly, with how good it felt and how much liquid there was, I probably wouldn’t have realized it if I had. I stayed where I was for a few minutes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, as well as the satisfaction of getting back at that guy. It didn’t last long, though, as I heard a door open upstairs. Sick of getting yelled at, I grabbed my bag of cleaning supplies and hurried out the door. Needless to say, the family found out what I had done. Some where sympathetic, I’m sure everyone assumed I had peed on accident. That was technically true, but I would have done it anyway. The board took a vote, and tied, so the Elder had to give her opinion. She was, of course, not keen on making exceptions. That’s how the family had gotten where it is now. So, I had to accept my fate. I said goodbye to a lot of people, the hardest were my brother and mom. I wasn’t too upset, though. They were letting me keep my outfit, as long as I didn’t wear it in public. This life really wasn’t for me anyway. In a way, I was glad I did what I had. It made me wonder if my aunt had done hers on purpose as well. Maybe I would ask her one day. Now, I’m a pastry chef in New York. I also do some janitorial work at the place where I work for some extra cash. I have a pretty decent house now, just outside the city. I like to pee in the foyer sometimes. After all, I can always clean it up. Thank you for reading this! Feedback of all kinds is highly appreciated. This story was written for my amazing friend, Justice.
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