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  1. Well I tried a daytime wetting outside in public. I wore black jeans and it worked, nobody could tell they were wet. I went back to the local area with rough sandstone boulders. I selected a nice pointy one as I thought it would make nice pee trails. No luck, I was sat on that rock for thirty minutes and couldn't go. It was then I realised that the pointy rock was pushing my bladder muscles closed. I tried a lovely sloping boulder but couldn't grip on, finally I selected one with a nice flat top. There were quite a few dog walkers, seven cyclists, four runners, and two family groups pass me before I could get release. Just as I had finished a man on a walk is coming towards me. He was completely oblivious to the fact my black jeans weren't dry. I would have liked to see a heavier stream it just didn't happen today.
  2. POV you’re my caretaker and I have to ask you if I can peepee but I reallyyyy have to go and once it starts it doesn’t stop. You don’t mind though IMG_4166.MOV
  3. Background: my wife had taken a job 1500 miles from where we lived, and after 1 year was coming back home. I went to help her move back. We packed up the car and started the drive back. We took a leisurely drive back, visiting several amazing National Parks. I frequently held it and made no serious effort to find a restroom. She was sympathetic. After we got home the grass was seriously overgrown. I drank 2 liters of Coke and about an hour later, when I became aware of my bladder, I started mowing. I was about half done and couldn’t hold it. My undies were soon soaked and there was a growing pool in my plastic panties. A few days later my wife went to the doctor and discovered she was pregnant with our first child. She got home and told me, and much to my surprise, made me promise to stop wetting, including wearing plastic panties when I mowed. I agreed, but hid my plastic panties. I stayed dry. She gave birth in an emergency C-section. We got home and I went back to work, doing both my job and her job. After several weeks the infant started sleeping through the night. The infant was about 2 1/2 months old. I got home for the night. She gave me holy hell with both barrels about why I wasn’t helping more with the infant. I drank several cups of tea and a soft drink with dinner. Then I managed to get into the bathroom without her knowing. I had a mountain of paperwork to do. I put the infant in bed and she went to bed. I started dealing with my paperwork, the hard part first leaving the mindless part for last. I became aware of the growing pressure in my bladder. I continued with the paperwork until I had to struggle mightily to control my bladder; I held until the last possible seconds. I really wanted to stay dry. I got up and walked to where to the left was bathroom and to the right was infant’s room. I turned left, got my pants but not my plastic panties down and was in front of the toilet when the infant started crying. I was completely dry. I very much did not want my wife to wake up, so I thought if necessary I could change and clean up me and she would never know. I got my pants up and went to the infant’s room. I was just inside his door and sure enough I felt a release and my undies rapidly warmed, so I needed to be changed. I got to his bed and leaned over. The need for being changed got much more pronounced. Then I felt his diaper and he needed to be changed too. I picked him up and put him on the changing table. I concentrated on changing him so I couldn’t hold. There was a growing pool in my plastic panties as I changed him. I put him back in his crib then went back to the bathroom and took off my pants, then sat on the toilet and took down my plastic panties and emptied them, and finished emptying my bladder through my undies. I went to our bedroom and was getting clean undies. The infant started crying again. This time she woke up wanting to know what the noise was. I told her it was the infant and I had just changed him so had no idea what else I could do. She got up and went to him. I took off my plastic panties and soaked undies, put on my new undies and went to bed. A few days later she asked me point blank that when the infant started crying I seemed to be doing something with my undies drawer so I peed in my pants, didn’t I? I told her what happened, except for the plastic panties part. I said I was going to use the toilet when the infant started crying, and I quickly decided I wanted her to sleep so I thought if necessary I could clean up me so I went to the infant and I did indeed go in my pants. Would she have preferred I let the infant awaken her? I was dry for about the next 6 months. I didn’t even wear plastic panties while mowing the grass.
  4. http://www.wetpantsboy.com/video.php?view=theatre&id=8801 If anyone can rip this I'd appreciate it :D
  5. Alexia gave Antony the coldest, darkest look you will have ever seen. It made Antony shudder. It was at that moment he realised that what started as a joke was now becoming serious. Antony had been teasing Alexia all the time since they got in the car. He started by gently prodding her in the side, which Alexia didn’t mind at first as she was giving as good as she got. But as time drew on he had started getting more and more vigorous and now he was nipping her as well. Antony wasn’t being cruel, he just never knew when to stop and draw the line. By his very nature he was a joker and a larger than life character. Even his physical stature matched his personality. Antony was a tall, thick built guy with a round bald head which reflected the sun and had the potential to blind anyone is his vicinity. But despite his larger than life personality he was deep down quite a sensitive guy, and when Alexia gave him THE LOOK he immediately knew he had gone too far. “I’m sorry sweetie, you know I love you right?” “Nope.” It was impossible to miss the mischief in her eyes. Despite the fact she was irritated by his behaviour, Alexia enjoyed being teased by her boyfriend. It was a part of him and she didn’t want to change that. It helped that she was no angel herself. “Come on…. Let me see that smile... You know you want to” “I really don’t. What I do want, is for you to leave me alone.” At first Antony took this to heart. He felt a chill around his body and his stomach churned. He felt his eyes become heavy as if he was about to cry. But her poker face soon flickered the merest suggestion of mischief. And he knew just how to capitalise. “Okay. Suit yourself.” And with that Antony began faking sadness. He turned away and folded his arms and started out the window. If he looked at her he knew he would break and start smiling. So he just started and waited for Alexia to make her move. “Will you two shut up back there. Some of us are sick of hearing you bicker and play fight. Some of us have to drive a car.” Alexia was taken aback by her sister’s outburst. Alexia knew it was unlike Alexis to lose her cool. Alexis was probably the most relaxed person she knew. It often made Alexia wonder how identical twins can look so similar, yet have completely different personalities. But while their personalities were different, they looked exactly the same physically. Both were short and lithe with long wavy blonde hair. They even had the same taste in clothing and it wasn’t uncommon for the pair to wear identical outfits. And today was one of them days. On this day they both wore white vest tops, short denim skirts and black Converse shoes. Even their underwear was the same colour. Red. The journey to their parents’ home was long and tiring. But they never got many opportunities to see their parents since they moved so it was worth the effort. They had been on the road for about 2 hours and it was at this point that Alexis wanted to stop and take a break. She had been driving nonstop since leaving Edinburgh and it was starting to take a toll on her. “I could really do with a break guys, I’m going to pull in at the next service station.” Alexis announced the information in a tone that would have no argument. She was tired, hot and sick of hearing her sister and Antony bicker. “Yeah okay, I’m hungry anyway. Oooh I hope the station has a KFC.” “Babe, I’ve always wanted to know. What is the deal with you and KFC? Its horrid.” Antony hated KFC and fast food in general, and he never quite understood how his girlfriend liked it so much. “Shut up!! Leave me alone, I like KFC. So what.” Antony gave her a look of incredulity and left it at that. When they pulled up at the service station it took Alexis nearly ten minutes to park. She was terrible at parking and it was a bit of a running joke in the family. But it never bothered her, as long as she got from A to B safely, she didn’t care. “Oww.. No KFC. Sandwich it is then” Alexia was genuinely disappointed she couldn’t have her beloved KFC, but she would soon get over it. She was used to disappointment. They began the short walk to the main entrance of the building. The building was old and tatty. The brickwork had long lost its gleam and the wooden beams in the ceiling had woodworm. But still, there was food, drink and restrooms which was fortunate for Alexia has she needed a wee quite badly. “Antony, I need to run to the restroom, can you go and get me a ham salad sandwich please?” “What did your last slave die of?” “Oh okay. I suppose I’ll just piss myself then. Would you like that? Would you like seeing your girlfriend piss herself, just because you can’t be arsed to go and get her a sandwich?” Antony remained silent. Deep down a part of him wanted to tell her the truth; that yes, he would like to see her piss herself. But he decided this was neither the time nor the place, so he smiled, gave her a kiss and set off to buy the food. Alexis was sat in the restaurant section of the station reading the paper and having a coffee. She could hear her sister and Antony bickering about the sandwich and for a moment contemplated leaving without them. But she would never do that. Besides, her parents wouldn’t exactly be pleased about it either. So she stood up, straightened her skirt and went to sit in the sun and get some peace and quiet. Meanwhile Alexia was entering the restrooms. The long corridor leading to the female restroom was boring, beige and dirty. Alexia didn’t like using public restrooms at the best of times, but these were among the worst she had seen. But she plodded on hoping the toilets themselves would be a lot cleaner. And so they were. The walls were sparkling white and the sinks gleamed of the sun shining through the many windows. There was a smell of disinfectant and cleaning products in the air. Alexia didn’t like these smells, but she knew it was a sign of cleanliness so in her mind that was a positive. As she looked for a cubicle she noticed that she wasn’t alone. This was a problem for Alexia. Alexia simply could not pee if she knew there were people within earshot. But as she was getting quite desperate by this point she dived into a cubicle. She lifted her denim skirt pulled down her red knickers and sat and tried to pee. She tried to block out the noise of the cleaners and public. She thought about waterfalls and waves. But nothing worked. She soon became conscious of how long she had been trying to wee and realised she had to give up and leave soon. So she gave it one last attempt and managed nothing more than a short dribble. So resolved to wait until she got to her parents’ house, she stood up pulled up her knickers and fixed her skirt and headed out the cubicle. Upon returning to Antony he remarked about how long it had taken her to have a wee. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she couldn’t manage any more than a tiny dribble. So she grabbed her sandwich and together they headed back to the car to meet Alexis. They picked up Alexis on the way out and all three walked to the car together. Alexia was getting tense as she knew it was another three hours at least until they got to her parents’ home. She cursed herself for having such a nervous bladder and began thinking what it would be like to have a normal bladder. She started to think of the sweet relief she would feel when she got to her parents’ home. All in all, this was a bad idea on her part, as this did nothing more than to make her more desperate. As they drove on Antony was reading a magazine and was oblivious to his girlfriend’s discomfort. Alexia had her legs crossed and was gently bouncing up and down trying to relieve the pressure of her swollen bladder. Every jolt from the road made her tense up. Every movement she felt seemed to make her bladder swell even more. She tried to focus on the scenery. The trees. The hills. A train flying past on the railway on the other side of the motorway. And for a while this took her mind off her predicament. But when she lost focus on the scenery her bladder ached even more than ever. “Where are we? How long until we get there?” Alexia did her best to hide the panic and fear in her voice, but she wasn’t very convincing. But nevertheless neither her sister nor her boyfriend noticed. “We’re still a good hour away yet. That’s provided we don’t hit traffic.” This wasn’t the worst news for Alexia. It turned out she had been staring out the window for at least an hour. And they were now more than halfway to their destination. But her bladder was aching more than it ever had before. Her need to pee was enormous now. Her gentle bouncing had escalated into full on rocking up and down and her hand was pressed into her crotch. She wondered if Antony had noticed and she gave him a quick look. And yep as she suspected, he was asleep. Alexis was completely oblivious to her sister’s situation. She was concentrating on the road. She wasn’t a confident driver and spent all the journey in the left hand lane, only overtaking when she absolutely had to. “FUCK!!” Alexis shouted as she slammed the brakes on. A car further up the road had been flitting from lane to lane and had misjudged a gap forcing the car in front of her to slam the brakes on which in turn forced her to do the same. Thankfully there was nobody immediately behind her so they got away with it. “This is exactly why I don’t like driving. Fucking morons. When did Kelloggs start giving away driving licenses on the back of their cereal? Fucking idiots.” Alexis was raging. She hated driving and incompetent drivers even more. But she soon simmered down. Meanwhile in the back Antony had been awoken by Alexis’s shouts, but he soon drifted back off. And Alexia had leaked in her knickers. Alexia was in a blind panic now. She had the situation under control until her sister had slammed her breaks on forcing the seatbelt to press unforgivingly into her bladder. The force of the seatbelt had released a long spurt of pee into her knickers, so much so it had soaked straight through her knickers and into her denim skirt. Alexia pressed her hand ever tighter into her crotch. The pressure on her pee hole was immense. She could feel small drops escaping and dampening her once clean underwear even more. Her hand was becoming wetter and wetter. She knew she was getting close to an accident. She debated telling her sister to pull in at the next station, but she knew she couldn’t. Alexia couldn’t face moving from her seat, she knew if she did everyone would see the wet patch on her skirt. Rocking furiously and with one hand pressed onto her pee hole, she knew the end was near. The drips were now becoming spurts and the seat beneath her ass was becoming wet. Quickly realising she was going to wet herself and there was nothing she could do, she removed her black leather jacket and placed it under her skirt. She continued to fight but she knew it was pointless. The leaks were getting bigger and they were occurring more frequently. Her knickers and her skirt were soaked. She began silently sobbing and gave up the fight. Pee streamed through her knickers, down her ass and straight through her skirt into her leather jacket. It was a long powerful stream. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed that she was peeing herself. Antony was still asleep and Alexis was too busy with the road. The warmth in her crotch and on her ass was both exciting and shameful for her. She continued to pee. Her bladder emptying itself at an alarming rate. When the torrent finished, she checked the damage. Her knickers were completely soaked, as was her skirt and jacket. But she was more concerned about the seat, and too her horror that was soaked too. She began crying hysterically. This both alerted Alexis and woke Antony up at the same time. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” The voice from the front startled Alexia. It was decision time. “Yeahh… I just got a bit emotional that’s all.” She forced back the tears and the words sounded braver than she felt. Antony looked at his girlfriend with a look of confusion. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. It made him sad. Antony leaned in to give his girlfriend a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his head into her shoulder. Then something struck him. What is that smell? He wondered. He looked his girlfriend up and down. He studied her face deeply. Then he noticed she was sat on her jacket, with a wet patch stretching out from underneath. He looked his girlfriend in the eye. She stared deeply into his gauging whether he had noticed her accident. Without flickering he reached his hand up her skirt and felt the wet evidence for himself. He felt both upset and aroused. Alexia began silently sobbing again. Antony was shocked. His biggest fantasy had come true; his girlfriend had wet herself. Yet he felt more upset than aroused. He gently brushed her blonde hair from her eyes, kissed her on the forehead and gently pulled her close. He embraced her with all the love he could muster. Alexia was shaking. Crying uncontrollably. Meanwhile her sister remained blissfully unaware. They hugged for a long time in complete silence. Until Alexia eventually broke the silence. “What am I going to do?” Her voice was all a tremble, the words creeped of her tongue in no more than a whisper. “We have to tell your sister; she’s going to find out sooner or later anyway.” Antony wanted to cry for her, but he couldn’t. He knew that, he had to be strong. “How can I tell her? Oh by the way, I’ve pissed myself in the back of your car.” Antony ignored her cynical tone. “Babe she can pull into a service station; you can get cleaned up. We can go into a town and I can buy you some new clothes.” “I can’t… The words won’t come out of my mouth.” “Then I’ll tell her.” “Don’t you dare… Please don’t. I don’t know what to do, in fact I don’t even think I’ve fully finished peeing yet.” As she said that she released another small torrent from her pee hole. Antony was unaware. “If you still need to pee, let it go. It’ll keep you warm if nothing else” He tried a small smile to comfort Alexia. And it worked she shyly smiled back and said “I already am.” His cock became hard. He put his hand between his girlfriend’s legs and felt the warm stream for himself. “What are you doing??? I’ve just told you I’m peeing and you go and stick your hand there.” Antony turned beetroot red, he didn’t want to betray his true emotions right now. “I didn’t believe you, I had to kinda see for myself.” “Yeah well there you go. How does it feel knowing I’m peeing right now?” Her voice was cynical again. Antony ignored her and tried to think on a plan. He knew deep down the only answer was to tell Alexis of Alexia’s accident. But he wouldn’t unless Alexia agreed, which she wasn’t going to do. Time passed with Alexis still blissfully unaware. Antony feeling a mix of both arousal and sadness. And Alexia sat in her own wet shame feeling empty, angry, upset and ashamed. The silence was long and hard. Neither Alexia or Antony wanted to break the silence. Nobody knew what to say. And Alexia was peeing again, although not much. She was already so wet she no longer cared. Her small bursts of pee caused by the amount of coffee she had drank at breakfast, was the only thing keeping her warm. “Oh fuck” Alexia broke the silence. The fear in her voice was palpable. It had just dawned on her that they were now just minutes away from their destination. She released another spurt of pee through nothing more than anxiety. Antony looked at her. He knew it was now or never. “We have to tell Alexis now or it’ll be too late” “Nooo. We can’t. Fuck.” She began sobbing again. Antony comforted her as best he could, but he knew the situation. There was no good way out of this. But he also knew, the best way was to tell Alexis. But he couldn’t bring himself to say the words and before long, the car stopped. “Finally. That took longer than usual, but here we are. At long last.” Alexis was chirpy, relieved to get out of the car and have a cup of tea. Alexia froze. All her muscles tightened. She was gripped by an overwhelming fear. Her sister was opening the boot to get the bags and Antony was stood outside Alexia’s door ready for whatever may come. Alexia gently pushed the door. A small gust of wind blew up her skirt causing her crotch to go very cold. She then just sat there. Before shrilly calling her sister. “Alexis….. I’ve…. I… I…. I’ve had an accident. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” She began crying and shaking uncontrollably. Her sister was both shocked and afraid. She didn’t know what she meant, she moved round the side to see for herself. The site she saw was a tragic one. Her own sister sat in a soaking wet skirt, on a soaking wet jacket crying uncontrollably. It took her a few moments to realise what had happened. “Have you… Pissed yourself? In my car?” “Y y… Y.. Yes, I’m sorry.” Alexis was struck. Part of her was sad for her sister’s accident and predicament, but another part of her was angry. “Why didn’t you tell me to pull over? Why didn’t you go to the toilet when we stopped? Why did you feel the need to piss in my car?” Alexia had nothing to say. She was crying uncontrollably. So Antony stepped in. “Alexis, these things happen. It was an accident. She didn’t want to wet herself, she didn’t want to do it in your car.” “She has a mouth. Why didn’t you say? Why sit there in silence and piss yourself” Alexia said nothing. “I think you’re being unfair. Can’t you see she is upset? Forget about your fucking car, what about your sister? She is sat there in piss soaked clothing, clearly distressed and all you can think about is your car?” Alexis felt a strong pang of guilt and shame. She realised she had been too harsh. She felt her eyes welling up with tears. She knelt down to her sister’s level, looked her straight in the eye and said “I’m sorry. I was shocked. I didn’t mean to sound how I did. I love you. You’re my sister, I should have been supportive instead of being a bitch.” Alexia said nothing. “Please say something.” Alexia remained silent. Then their parents came out the front door. Thanks for reading guys :) I hope you enjoyed <3 Any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)
  6. Okay guys, this is only my second fiction piece... please enjoy :) I wish this class would end. Why does she feel the need to ramble on and on about fucking algebra? I mean come on; who actually uses algebra in real life? Nobody, that’s who. So why is it fair for me to have to sit here and suffer this when there are much better things I could be doing; like going out with friends, watching movies, playing video games… I hate school. I hate these stupid desks, I hate that stupid whiteboard, I hate theses uncomfortable chairs, I hate the restrooms. I just hate everything about this place. “Sam!!?? Would you perhaps like to join us today? Or is whatever is going on in your head more important?” Is she talking to me? Fuck, she actually is. “Sorry, I am listening, I’m just taking it all in” I think that’s pacified her. Why does she always have to pick on me? Why am I always singled out? Bitch. Her eyes are scary. Why won’t she stop staring at me? “Sam, you do realize you will be sitting a test tomorrow? So if you’re not paying attention, I suggest you do so from now on” HOLY FUCK!! I forgot about that test!! Shit…. Claire, I’ll talk to Claire, she’ll have taken notes, I’ll ask if I can borrow them to study at home tonight. It’s not as if she needs them, she seems to know everything. Yeah. I’ll talk to Claire after class. Hallelujah!!! I’m glad that’s over, what a complete waste of my time. Where is Claire? I need them notes…. “Hey Sam” “Oh hey Billy, how’re you?” “I’m okay, how was class?” “Same old shit, have you seen Claire?”. “Emmm no sorry. Actually, I only came over to tell you that I think you look really cute in that dress” OH MY GOD!!! He thinks I look cute!!! I LOVE HIM!!! “Ohh thanks…. I’m sorry, I really need to find Claire, if you see her can you tell her I’m looking for her?” “Yeah, no problem” Okay. Walk away, don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back…. Oh god, he is so cute. Seriously where is Claire? Fuck it, I need to get to class. Arghh, I hate geography. I’d better go for a pee before though… Meh, it can wait. “Come on everybody, hurry up and sit down” There he is again… Billy is soooo cute. Should i sit with him? No i can't, i don't want to look... Fuck you Sarah…. I’m sitting next to Billy. If he thinks I look cute, that must mean he likes me? I really hope he asks me out, we could go and see that new Marvel movie at the cinema…. That would be so nice. Forget Billy. Concentrate. Yeah, concentrate. God these knickers keep pinching my bum. Why did I buy these again? I don’t even like the color blue. That’s the last time I buy underwear from that store again. I need to pee. I should have gone before class; I’ll just have to ask to be excused. I can’t do that. Then everybody will know I need to pee…. I can hold it, it’s only another 40 minutes, I’ll be fine. God Billy is so cute!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! Okay, 20 minutes…. I can do this. I need to pee soooo badly, maybe if I asked to be excused…. No I can’t do that; everybody will look at me…. I can hold it. But maybe if I let a little bit out… yeah, that’s a good plan. Okay, relax……. NO NOT THAT MUCH!!! Fuck, my knickers!!!!Oh god did it wet my dress?? No, thank god. That didn’t help. I need to use the restroom…. I can’t. I need to pee. Clock, hurry the fuck up…. Seriously I’m going to piss myself. I’m not asking, I’m just not. If I keep moving, I’ll feel better…… I’ll keep tapping my legs. Maybe if I put my hand on my pee hole too… Yeah that helps. Oh god, I wish I had never let that pee leave my bladder, the wetness in my knickers is driving me crazy. I don’t want to ask to be excused!!!!! It’ll be too embarrassing. I’m only a little bit wet, nobody will notice. I think I need to release a tiny bit more. My bladder is aching so much now, it’s becoming unbearable. No I can’t, if I release more I’m going to want to pee more. Just stay calm…. FUCK!!!! No please…. Stop… Stop dripping…. Please…. OH GOD!!!! Did anybody notice??? FUCK, it’s on my chair…. My dress is soaked. My knickers are soaked…. I still need to pee. I need to be excused, I’m going to ask. I have too, otherwise I am going to fully wet myself... “Miss, can I be excused for the bathroom please?” “No, there is just ten minutes left. I’m sure you can hold on ten minutes.” “I can’t…. Please let me go” “Sam, just grow up. You don’t have bladder issues, so there is no reason you can’t hold on. Its ten minutes Sam, it’s not a long time. Now anyway...” NOOOO!!!! Its going to happen… and its her fault. She wouldn’t let me go. OHHHHH!!!!! I’m actually wetting myself. OH my god…. That feels amazing!!!!! WOW!!!! I never knew wetting myself would be so enjoyable!!!! That feeling as my pee streams through my knickers and pools at my ass is incredible. OH wow!!!! Wait… what the…. I’m wetting the bed!!!! NOOOO… stop… got to get to the restroom…. oh god I’m soaked; the bed is soaked…. Just get on the toilet. Why??!! Why me??!! Why didn’t I take my knickers down…? I’m so stupid. How the hell am I going to tell Gary…? Once again, you decide for yourselves how this pans out. Thanks for reading guys. I hope you enjoyed <3
  7. The beginnings of sewer systems in ancient civilizations changed the meaning of "needing a pee".
  8. Hi guys, Last year I was sharing a house with four girls. Just saying, cool right? Well not always. Like this time I'll share with you now. It was a hot summer day, and I had been out all night (working) so I arrived home in the morning really exhausted. As always I went directly to bed for a few hours rest before classes. While at work I usually drink tons of water, I guess it somehow helps staying awake or at least makes me feel fresher, also is a good way to avoid headaches, to keep hydrated. I used the bathroom before leaving work, so I knew I didn't have to use it before sleeping, I wasn't even going to sleep that much anyway so as I said, directly to bed. suddenly I woke up bursting, like my bladder hurting but I was dead inside, half asleep and I though 'maybe I can hold a bit longer if I simply focus on resting' and I went back to sleep. I woke up a little later, and decided to go to the bathroom. I got up, every movement super uncomfortable, got dressed (as I said, only girls in the house) and went to the bathroom but before I got to my room's door, I heard the girl from the room in front of mine opening the door, walking to the bathroom, and closing the door - which was right in front of my room's door itself. 'OK', I thought, 'let's hope it's fast'. Then I heard the shower and I knew I was fucked. I mean, I was already into wetting, watching videos and reading stuff, but I had never had the experience myself yet. Apart from that one night out, but that was on a different level, the way I see it. So there I was, hopping for the best. And I gotta say, peeing yourself in a house you share with four other people isn't what you really want to do. Not me at least, given that I never told anyone about this fetish. I already knew our shower takes its time to warm, I knew she usually also took her time in the bathroom, so I knew I had at least a solid 45 minutes wait ahead of me. In all my discomfort I tried to find what to do, I turned on my hi-fi, my laptop and started working on a paper I had to get going, but sitting still wasn't helping on my bladder. At a point I was just walking from one side to the other in my bedroom and texting my girlfriend (now ex) explaining what was going on. She told me to pee in the kitchen sink - of course I thought of that - but it was a disaster, the whole week dishes were there and besides, if one of the girls walked in on me wetting in the sink they cook, come on.. it's probably not that cool. So we were just talking about this and then she said it 'look if you gotta go, don't be in pain, just go, how messy can that be!?' (she didn't know about my fetish yet, I actually used this situation to tell her after). I said 'I'm not just gonna piss in my room's floor' and she said 'don't, piss on the carpet by the bed and then you wash it' but I knew there was going to be a lot of pee and a carpet would mean nothing, I didn't want to get pee under my bed, that would be a challenge to clean, my bed was kind of stuck to the floor, the whole of it. Then I started feeling little drops of pee coming out and I grabbed my dick really hard (as I used to as a child - for later) and I have no idea how much time spent at this point, the 45 min for sure had. I texted her 'she didn't even stopped showering yet, I think I'm gonna piss myself, this is becoming unbearable' to what she responded 'just do, don't be in pain, go on a towel, at least half of it will be in your clothes and the rest won't escape from the towel'. And yes!! That was an idea!! I prepared everything just in case. But having her telling me to piss myself kind of made me horny (which actually eased the whole thing a tiny bit) so I asked (trying not to give me away too much) 'yeah, what would you even think of that!!?' and she told me that I kind of didn't really have much more options, as long as nobody saw me taking everything to the washing I should be fine, and as for her, she was having her fun with all that. Damn that got me going, but being discovered by my housemates wasn't an option and I heard the bathroom door. So as I wasn't so in pain any more because of my half boner, I still took the time to text 'she's out, going in for the kill!' and as I stood up I fell piss coming out of me. I grabbed my dick again, didn't dare to move, it suddenly got pretty serious. I was in my room, incapable of moving, crazy to go pee, and already with a patch on my shorts. As I tried to grab myself harder and walk to my door, I felt a bigger dis-control on my boxers and shorts and I stood still again. Now I was on my towels moving up and down, trying to find the strength to get to the toilet, and I probably just made it impossible with this movement, cause when I finally reached for the door with my already wet hand, having the other one grabbing my dick, my bladder completely gave in and a big stream of piss completely soaked my shorts and made a puddle on the floor. I couldn't really stop it, I was wetting myself beside my bed and my room's door. The towel were on the other side of the room (away from the bed and the door, for obvious reasons) and I walked to them, half wetting myself, half holding it in. Then I just laid on the towel and stopped trying to hold it in. I finally just let go and pissed all over. It took some minutes too. First, maybe because of so much holding, no idea, I couldn't control my pee but it was like it didn't want to come out either. Then I finally felt a firm warm thread on my shorts and shirt. The towel wasn't much of a great work either, my carpet was half wet, I had pee on my floor, and I decided to just lay there for a while until all was over and I laid until I heard nothing in the house. They all had left to work or classes and I had cleaning to do. I texted my girlfriend saying I peed all over myself and that I was going to clean it 'now'. She asked me for pics, I was wet to my neck, and told her why. She thought all of it was just hilarious. I proceeded to clean everything in my wet clothes and then jumped in the tub, jerked off and showered in my clothes (to give a pre cleaning, then I finished showering without them) apart from the pics I sent her, there are no other records of this, and as we're not together at the moment, she probably didn't keep them either. But I would be glad to share more of these stories. Eventually pics or vids, as I recently started to pee myself if my roomate (also a girl) is out for the weekend or something. You guys let me know if anyone is interested!! Thanks for reading.
  9. I came across this clip a while back and wondered if anyone knew about the girl,,,she seems to have an Eastern European accent. Anyway she is gorgeous and teasing in front of the camera in olive leggings,drinking wine while burdened with an annoying need to pee-I love clips like this! I can't recall if I've seen her in anything else, but I would sure like to see more of her! http://www.redtube.com/1415683#t=12
  10. Yesterday night I went to dinner with my family. It was kind of like a twice of year get together including my little brother, my biological mom, and my papa (grandfather). I wanted to look nice but not over do it, as he was the 'underwear with no shirt' kinda guy. Im the 'no pants with t-shirt' kinda girl, so I guess I get it from my papa. I decided to go with just a pair of dark shorts and a dark purple shirt. Of course I did my makeup nicely so I felt pretty. At the restaurant I had two large sweet tea's. I went home full and content, and I didn't need to pee. When I got home it was around 8, so I decided to drink a couple 17 ounce bottles of water while baking brownies. By the time it was 10 o clock I had drank three waters. It was difficult to move around and do things because I was desperate and scared to leak. At this time everyone was getting in bed or was already sleeping. Waddling over to the stove to get the brownies out, a spurt leaked for about 2 seconds and I knew that my pants were a little damp. These shorts were tight shorts so there would be no hiding an accident. Holding still was very hard for me at this point and I had the challenge of getting the brownies out. Pushing through I opened the oven door and pulled out the brownies. I had to hold kinda still so I was twitching, and apparently I had to twitch my wrist into the hot oven door. Cringing I pulled away and threw the baked good on the stove but what I didn't realize was that my shorts were wet. I had wet myself from shock but stopped in the midst of a spurt. Not enough to show on the front,but enough for me to know. Biting my lower lip I grabbed myself and went to the bathroom where I took a pic of my bulge and a desperation pic. It was hard to hold still to take the pictures actually. Anyways, with the pictures taken I thought I would go back and chill on the floor until I couldn't stop myself from peeing but that didn't happen. As I took my first step towards the door it was like a dam broke. There was no tiny stream, It flowed without any of my control. I couldn't even push more out. I sighed in relief as this happened but my cheeks turned a bright pink, I even felt it in my ears. The bathroom was a complete mess and it took about 40 minutes to clean my mess and get me washed up. I went to bed that night needing to pee but nothing really happened ;( *** Tell me what you think? Thanks for reading <3 M
  11. OKAY! First off, I want to apologize for not updating for awhile. Yes, I'm okay, and yes, I've had a LITTLE wetting fun without you guys. But I've just been super busy, and basically being a hormonal woman. You guys didn't need to see that LOL. SO with that said, I took a little break. To be honest, I have some news for those of you who care. It's a little disappointing but I have insecurities too y'know. I'm only human! Cutting to the chase, I'm pregnant. I have a tiny little human growing inside me and it's driving my hormones up and down, and basically all around. Hell and back. I may not post a lot of pictures of me anymore because one, I have stretch marks and two I'm gaining weight. I'm just getting insecure about my body and I want you guys to enjoy it without me being a Debbie downer on myself. Sorry! However you guys make me feel wonderful when you compliment me, or say nice things about my stories! Maybe that will cheer me up! :) Enjoy the story! Warning! The following content contains things you may not enjoy such as diapers. But for me this was a learning experiment and I found it enjoyable! So if you don't enjoy diapers, that's okay, if you read on hopefully you can still enjoy my regression! - M `````````````````````````````````````````````` About two weeks ago I had a day off, meaning I was home alone for the entire day. Keep in mind,that I'm a nanny who lives with the family I work for so I rarely get "days off". During Christmas time I had was curious to feel how a diaper felt. Was it soft? Did it feel like regular underwear, but thicker? As it was nearing Christmas time there was a sale on Pampers at Wal-Mart. I only had enough for a small package, and during that time I fit into a L/XL Pampers. My interest piqued and I said "what the Hell", my adrenaline pumping as I purchased the items through self checkout. My mother was shopping with me, but we went our separate ways during the beginning of the trip. When I got to my sisters house she tried to take the double plastic bag in herself but I made it seem like it was a present for her, so I could carry it in. Months later, and a couple of weeks ago from now, I still hadn't peed in them. I admit I have tried them on just to check myself out in the mirror or masturbate with them on. What can I say? I felt naughty. ;) My day off came unexpected. This means I woke up at 11 a.m. to an empty house. I usually get up at 6-7 a.m.to start breakfast and tend to the kids. I saw a message on my phone saying that they wouldn't be back until 6 or 7 p.m. This was great news. I lounged around drinking water and lemonade, with a red Coke T-shirt on and white lacy panties. By the time it was 2:30 p.m. I felt past the point of desperation, but I held on. Then it hit me, a light bulb flashed above my head and I ran to my room. Or more like waddled with my hand in between my legs. Barely being able to reach down into my drawer where I kept the cute purple, pink, and white designed Pampers, I leaked. I knew my panties were damp but this bought me more time to keep the Pampers dry. I slipped the cute protection over my thighs and butt. I noticed my butt cheeks were peeking out of the Pampers but everything else was fine. My butt is too big, and getting bigger. Deciding I would work on some of my online classes for school, I sat at my desk and switched my laptop on. I was hardly focused with my bladder aching and my piss nearly streaming out. I forced myself to concentrate,It took my mind off it for about six minutes. When it was around ten minutes I noticed something odd. My urge to pee wasn't as bad as it was before. Gasping I guided my hand to the crotch of the Pampers. It was puffy and I noticed a small stream was flowing. I attempted to stop but it kept going. Giving up, I relaxed, my eyes focused on my laptop. However my mind was anything but focused on the work in front of me. A minute passed by of the warmth spreading over my crotch and my pee droplets running over my skin as the flow began to slow. The front of the Pamper were puffy and I felt like a little girl. The padding wouldn't soak up anymore liquid around the front, so when I moved slightly the liquid traveled over my ass and absorbed in the back. After this, I rushed up and looked at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked little, with my short brown hair in curly pig tails and a puffy diaper. Once I cleaned myself up, I had a little playtime with myself and now that I've experienced wetting in a Pamper, I can't wait to do it again!
  12. Desperate School Day Amy walked into Odette high school, today was her first day at this new school. She was wearing a floral pastel pink tee shirt with black skinny jeans. She had blonde hair,green eyes, and a petite body. Amy made her way to the school office."Excuse me, I'm new here. Would you happen to have a schedule?" She asked. The office lady nodded and quickly handed her a schedule. "We have a student who will show you around." A nerdy looking guy appeared seemingly out of nowhere and introduced himself. He explained everything to her and walked her to her class. She thanked him and made her way into the classroom, full with students by now. "Ah you must be Amy, I am Mrs. Baines. Please take a seat." The teacher said. Amy took her seat and noticed the students whispering to each other and staring at her. She blushed and took out a textbook for the class and pretended to be reading it. After a few minutes the students seemed to grow bored and began paying attention to the lesson again. Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this class would go well. A few minutes into the lesson and Amy noticed a strange heaviness in her bladder region. That was strange she had only gone to the bathroom before she came to school. Which wasn't too long ago, she couldn't possibly have to go again. Amy glanced at the clock, wondering when class would be over. What should she do? [Take out a water bottle from her backpack and take a few gulps] [Raise her hand to go to the bathroom] [Other, please specify]
  13. Now that the weather is getting better does anyone have any specific wetting adventures planned? I am planning my usual desperation lawn mowing. I like to fill ue to almost bursting then see if I can mow my entire lawn without wetting myself. Most time I end up soaking wet. I am also planning some desperate walking and biking afternoons.
  14. Mojique (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED) The story: (Copied from the page) You play a student called Reguma who wakes up in a strange world filled with monsters. After escaping to the nearest town, you run into one of your classmates, nicknamed Hamuko. For some weird reason, Hamuko has the power to fight the monsters! You travel around with her and battle and meet some other classmates, and team up to try and figure out how to get back to your homeworld! Omo Material: I won't spoil much but there are in this DEMO (yes, it's a demo but the full game should be out pretty soon and it should be translated a bit sooner), there are at least 3 Unavoidable omo scenes, and you can spam Diuretics to make the amount of omo scenes skyrocket Playtime: Just the demo's regular playtime is 7 hours, it's got a lot of content and has a lot more on the way! Installation Difficulty: IT'S HARD AND CONFUSING IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT IS DEFINITELY WORTH IT (HERE'S IS A BLOG THAT CAN HELP OUT) Overall rating: 1000000/10, has already played 29 hours worth Aquarius (Recommended) The Story: You play as Ria Carbonette as you go through your normal life (well normal for a mage in training) Omo Material: There are 3 Unavoidable ones and countless ones you can start up, Like Mojique Playtime: 3 hours at the very most, It's just a demo and idk when Rainy will release the next patch <D Installation Difficulty: Easy, you download 2 things, that's it, they're even provided Overall Rating: 8/10 More will be added (And feel free to ass your own)
  15. I found this great desperation wetting leggings video. Very good wetting. Purple leggings wetting.mp4
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  17. Well, I was seeing that there are some videos of love wetting on the site, and I just curiously decided to investigate this site, and I found a very good video category, the tag would be "torture" and I will be posting the link here. http://www.lovewetting.com/ this is the link of the site and this the çink of the tag http://www.lovewetting.com/wetting-desperation-videos.html?filter=YToyOntzOjc6ImNvbnRlbnQiO2E6Mjp7aToxO3M6MToiMSI7aToyO3M6MToiMSI7fXM6NDoidGFncyI7YToxOntzOjc6InRvcnR1cmUiO3M6MToiMSI7fX0=&page=4&order=downloads and for me, the best video until now xD
  18. The attached clip was posted last year from FC2 and I am having a very difficult time finding the entire video. The clip features a female student at the mercy of a male classmate with a remote control vibrator. She squirms and struggles to maintain her composure in class, but cannot escape before having an embarrassing vibe-induced wetting. It would be great to find the full video and see the entire scene. If anyone can provide any leads/information, it would be appreciated. Clip attached, FC2 post URL below: POST PAGE: https://omorashi.org/files/file/3088-recent-fc2-captures-iii/ DOWNLOAD PAGE: https://omorashi.org/files/download/3088-recent-fc2-captures-iii/ FC2-79.flv
  19. Hello everyone, long-time lurker here, thought I'd finally make an account to post a story I've been working on for a few days. Enjoy. :) Now We're Even If this morning served as any indication of how sixth grade was going to go, my prospects were grim. For one, I slept past my alarm long enough to have to fly out of the house to the bus stop, after getting ready in only the most important ways. Note that in my adrenaline-fueled frenzy to avoid being late on the first day, that list of “most important” things did not include going to the bathroom. That comes into play later. Of course, I make the bus as it's pulling in and relax a little; everything seems to be alright. But unlike last year in elementary school, there were basically no open seats. Being bigger kids, people couldn't fit three to a seat anymore, and none were empty. I'd have to sit with somebody I didn't know on this apparently very full route. I'd made it most of the way to the back when I found a spot. There was a spot next to this Asian-looking girl in a hoodie and headphones, resting her head on the corner of the seat back and the window with her eyes closed. “Excuse me,” I said. No response. I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at me. I don't know what it was, but time seemed to stop for a second. While she pulled out an earbud, probably wondering why I tapped her, I just stared at the way her curious eyes looked back at me. “Umm,” I continued, “Can I--” I meant to finish with “sit with you” but couldn't get the words out as the bus jolted forward and sent me tumbling half into the seat and half into her. The shock sent a twinge through my very full bladder, which did nothing to help my hot embarrassment while several kids laughed. She separated herself from me while giggling and made space on the seat. “Yes,” she said, mostly understanding what I wanted. “Thanks,” I said, fixing myself where necessary. I was too shy to say anything else. She put her earbud back in and kept her eyes closed all the way to school. We got there and parted ways. I had a little time to figure out where Mr. Carson's class was, but didn't want to risk hanging out until the bell to start looking. The schedule said he was in “C-202” so now all I had to do was find the C building. The school was absolutely packed, so I had to deal with worming through crowds as well as trying to find either the right sign or at least a map of the school. There were bound to be bathrooms in there once I did find the right area. *Beeeeeeeeep.* The distinct tone of the bell sent me once again running. I made it to the right doorway just as the second bell rang; I found out later the teachers tended to give students slack on the first day, because of course a lot of people don't know where they're going. Too late for me now though, since I was already here, and my bladder really began to protest. I squeezed my hand down on my crotch hard, hoping to suppress its surging and quivering. I didn't normally like to ask to go to the bathroom in class, mostly because you're basically announcing your bodily urges to everybody. But it looked to be inevitable now. I quietly continued my battle, looking around at these new surroundings as the class settled in. Mr. Carson taught honors pre-algebra, so his walls were plastered with colorful posters of math formulas and other assorted brainy stuff. I wondered how hard this class was going to be now that there would be so many letters in the problems. And having to pee was not making it easier to get my head in the game. Before, I just felt full, and it was pressing up into my stomach. Now it was like the pee was actively trying to get out. But I was almost eleven and a half years old. Nothing bad was going to happen. I'd just ask to go when I got the chance. It wasn't really cold in there, but I got goosebumps, randomly shivered, and felt a little pee squirt into my boxers. No big deal yet. It happened occasionally when I had to go really bad, but it didn't show, and never preceded any problems holding it afterward. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the rapidly cooling wet spot. The teacher was an old guy, probably in his late 50s at least, with white hair on the sides and back of his head, rimless glasses, and a big belly. He finished writing his name in capital letters on the whiteboard and sat at his desk, waiting for the last few stragglers to get in. “Alright, folks,” he announced, standing up and waiting for the commotion to die down, “I'm Mr. Carson, nice to have you all. I'm sure you're just chomping at the bit to get started on some math first thing in the morning.” He chuckled at the clear insanity of saying that, the wise guy. “But I like to do a little activity to start us off that will get rid of some of that first-day ice. I see you all found some cozy spots next to your friends or whoever, but here's the deal-- I use assigned seats in here. Alphabetical order by rows, starting with A in this corner. If you know about where you're supposed to be, go that way, and ask the names of your neighbors to find your spot. If you're still stuck, I've got the seating chart up here.” I groaned and joined the mayhem in rearranging ourselves. Dealing with the crowd in such tight rows was not easy while having to go pee so badly. I was hoping against hope we'd be done with the ceremony soon. We had finally found our seats, and I had told half the people in the back that my last name was “Wallace.” I was in the second-to-last seat, but was apparently the very last one on the list, having nobody in the last spot. He went from desk to desk in the front row, handing the kids stacks of papers to pass back. It was the usual stuff-- a syllabus, supply list, classroom rules. On that last sheet was a section titled “Breaks.” It read: --One opportunity to leave the classroom for a break will be given halfway through the period. A pass, handed out at Mr. Carson's discretion, will be needed otherwise. Please time your requests with respect to class activities. “With respect to class activities?” What did that mean? I guessed it was that he didn't want us leaving in the middle of something. But you can't exactly time nature. There was one more paper percolating back through the rows. It was a monster. Simply titled “Benchmark Quiz,” it lay down a series of fifty math problems, gradually harder the farther down they went on the page. “Now, before you freak out,” he announced (too late), you'll see it's called a 'benchmark quiz.' It's not graded, but I'd like to see your best effort. If you dog it on this, you won't be challenged on some material later because I'll think you know less than you do. So do yourself a favor and put forth 100 percent.” I'm already giving 100 percent, I thought to myself, while crossing my legs and trying not to be too obvious about holding it. I looked around at the other kids. They all appeared focused on the work. Was I the only one who had to go? A turn of the door handle drew everyone's attention. The Asian girl from the bus murmured “Sorry” with a meek flash of a smile before sitting down beside me. She had tied the arms of her hoodie around her neck in the meantime, which better showed off her dress; its sleeveless, knee-length cut in turn highlighted the tone of her dancer's body. Her straight-cut bangs and neat ponytail gleamed a deep, lustrous black in the fluorescent lights, which also highlighted the freckles dusted across her nose. I'm not sure if she noticed I was there as the teacher delivered the handouts, whispering “Miss... Wasserstrom? Thank you for joining us.” He returned to the front of the room, where he put some classical music on the radio for atmosphere while we worked. Things went well for a few minutes I guessed, as my spot in the back corner and the music made it easier to fidget without being noticed. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed 'Miss Wasserstrom' tear a sheet from her binder. Naturally I thought nothing of it, as I had better things to worry about, like the heaving water balloon in my crotch that had me hanging on for dear life. I assumed she used the sheet for working out the harder problems. But then I caught her sandaled left foot kicking out something. She had flipped the paper, intricately folded, so that it bounced to a stop against the leg of my desk. She motioned for me to open it. I girded myself for getting out of the pee-dance rhythm to reach it. I dropped my pencil near it for cover, and secretively grabbed both items. A surge of pressure hit me and I lost more than a small dribble into my pants. I squeezed myself with both hands and was able to stop, of course acting like nothing was wrong when opening her note. “The kid from the bus! U okay?” it said, in attractive, loopy print, followed by a sad face. A glance at her showed she looked back, anxious for my answer. I drew a line under her writing and replied, “Just tired, quiz sucks. U?” I waited for a good opportunity and slid it back to her, resisting another little swell of desperation from the sudden move. Despite that I had to use the bathroom worse than I ever had in my life, I managed to keep a low-profile while holding it, and even beat a good pace on the math problems. I passed the multiplying and dividing ones about halfway down, and started getting into the multi-steps. I had only ever heard about these, so was sort of winging it now. Before long she sent the paper back again. “U look lk u have 2 go potty lol.” Crap! My secret was out, to the one person I'd most prefer not to know. A hot flush prickled up in my neck and cheeks, and I made a point to sit really still after reading that. It didn't work for long. More pee threatened to break through and I had to jam a hand in my crotch and jiggle my leg again to keep it back, all right in front of her. No sense in trying to lie. “Yea rly bad. Need to go like now or we all drown.” I never knew I could be so bold. Here I was, the ever-modest and good student, passing notes in class and telling the prettiest girl I've ever met about my pee emergency. But getting away with it was easy enough in the back corner, and her easy grin drove me to trust her. “Y don't u ask?” her next message said. She had a point. I stashed the note away, raising my hand to catch the teacher's attention. “Yes,” Mr. Carson answered, looking at his seating chart for my name, “Kyle. Question?” “Can I go to the bathroom?” I pleaded with my body to calm down so that I didn't look like a toddler while asking. I also hoped he wouldn't pull the teachers' old “I dunno, can you?” routine. “Can it wait until you finish the quiz?” he fired back. No, I thought. The pee churned inside me, and I had begun to concoct vivid horror fantasies of wetting myself in school. I didn't remember peeing my pants beyond dribbles at two or three years old. If that happened now, in middle school, life over. I could officially move to Mars and not ever worry about wanting to come back. “Um,” I answered, my response lukewarm in comparison to the steamy liquid at the gates. It was just a few questions to go. “I'm done now,” I said, springing up and walking a little too rigidly with my paper in hand. Mr. Carson looked it over at his desk while I waited. “The directions at the top say to try all the problems, Mr. Wallace,” he said, pointing out the wording for proof, “You've only got a couple lines left, so just pump them out and I'll let you go right after.” I returned to my seat, defeated and ready to pump out piss. The girl I only knew as Wasserstrom seemed to understand, giving a consoling expression before focusing on her quiz. My own incomplete paper teased me to the rhythm of Mr. Carson's classical music. These remaining math questions were pure Greek, and it's not like I could focus even if I did understand them. The relentless pee sloshing around made my stomach ache and my lower muscles burn. My body told me the whole time to just let go, but my brain told me I'd hose the room if I did. I kept at it, holding myself and writing what was certainly gibberish for every step. I'd get to go soon. It began to happen before I fully knew what was going on. In one series of pee surges, no amount of squeezing let me clamp down like I could before. Trying to hold it harder this time only caused my bladder muscles to flutter and open. A little trickled out at first, but against all efforts it swelled until I was peeing a full stream right there in sixth-grade math. I just froze. Alarms went off in my head, hot pee slicking my hands as I tried to stop the geyser. It splashed back from my boxers and foamed when flowing over my thigh until it pooled in my chair. I winced when one or two drops ran from the seat onto the floor, praying for the tiny splats to stop. I was so wet. Even my forehead was wet with the sweat that had formed there. There was no way that thunderstorm of piss went unheard the way it attacked the crotch of my pants. But when it let up, the relief enveloped me, and all seemed initially okay. Most of the others were still working on the quiz. A few people had finished and were doodling, daydreaming, or sleeping. Wasserstrom must have been preparing another note while the whole thing happened. She scribbled on it and slid it across. While looking down I noticed I miraculously avoided getting more than a few clear drops on the floor. My jeans must have been thick enough to keep the spilling down. The odor of pee began to waft up to my nose. If not by the sound or smell, I'd be found out by the thudding of my own frantic heartbeat. “Did u have n accident?” her note read. What in the world did she mean? There must have been some people in remote reaches of Alaska who didn't notice, but anyone closer was probably lucky to have avoided being sprayed. It was safe to assume she knew what happened. “Yeah, so so srry! I didn't mean 2 let go. I'm gross and u mst h8 me now.” I dressed up the note with a crying sad face and gave it back to her. I couldn't steady my quivering breaths. It was only a matter of time before the news of my disaster got out. The other kids would know, the teacher would know, my parents... time to start packing for Mars. I wrote in some random numbers for the last couple math problems and lay my head in my hands until Wasserstrom's note came back. “It's ok,” her message said, its letters as lovingly shaped as before, “I don't h8 u. Not like it nvr happns 2 me. U can't evn see it frm here with you&#39;re dark pants lol. Jst go anyway to clean up. I won't tell.” Was this real life? This stunningly gorgeous girl was supposed to call attention to my shame, or at the very least, never so much as look at me again. But her reassuring words were there, freakishly real as the pungent, sopping mess in my clothes. But then again, as I looked down at my pants, she might have been right. The jeans were brand new for the school year and really dark. Unless you knew what you were looking at, you would honestly have a hard time seeing the wet spot. And God, she was being amazing about it. Emboldened, I took her advice at the end, turning in my quiz a second time, with the mother of all poker faces while I passed the others and approached his desk. Mr. Carson checked over the sheet as he did before. He gave me a funny look once he got to the last ones, which I didn't even really try. But he said nothing, so I prodded him for the pass. He handed me the protractor which read “HALL PASS” in thick marker. I vacated with a speed somewhere between walking and “fighter plane ejection seat” somehow without running. The hall echoed empty enough. I tugged at the fabric of my pants, stretching it out and rubbing it in an attempt to get dry. The front actually wasn't too bad. Since I was sitting down, most of it ran to my butt. My strategy from then would be to focus on the denim in the back while making sure to face towards anyone who might notice. Walking with your hands behind your back was a little weird though, so I put more effort toward acting natural than trying to fix myself as fast as possible. I made it to the bathroom without incident. As luck would have it, it did come equipped with hot-air dryers. I'd just have to pray nobody came in and saw me using it on my butt. It was right next to the door which opened in, so I braced one heel against it while trying to dry my backside. Of course somebody tried to come in like a minute later, but my technique gave me enough warning to turn around and pretend I was drying my hands. He did his business and left. Once alone again, I looked in the mirror at the remaining evidence. Even what I could see on the back didn't show too badly. I opened my pants button and fanned the back part, airing out the strong stink. If I could get away with the smell, I might be home free. It occurred to me in there that while it was hardly distinguishable amid the bitter funk of stale urine on the floor, the distinctness of my own pee by itself wasn't unpleasant. In a weird way I sort of liked it. I kept drying myself for a few minutes, meanwhile savoring the pissy air and trying to suppress feeling totally filthy for it. Outside of the devastating embarrassment I had yet to completely dodge, it was easy appreciating the novelty and warm relief of having peed all-out in my pants, not needing to care where it went. I returned to class after cooling my heels awhile, content that the reduced scent and wet spot would not give me away. I sat back down a few minutes before the teacher confirmed everyone had finished, so he let the class out for a break. We all filed out to the courtyard. The girl named Wasserstrom called out “Kyle!” and made a beeline to me. It was my recent ordeal or looking at her sunny expression which made it hard to keep standing. “Miss Wasserstrom,” I said, imitating Mr. Carson. She giggled at my impression. “My name's Mei,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “How'd it go? If I didn't know better I'd say nothing happened.” She looked directly at my damp crotch as she said it. A blush bloomed on my cheeks. “I think I mostly dried out,” I said, my hands in my pockets. Now that we were talking about my accident I couldn't look her in the eyes. “Don't even worry about it,” she said, touching my shoulder. “You saw my note, it's not like you're the only kid to ever pee their pants. It was fun to watch though.” My mouth hung open at her last comment, and I was put back on guard. “Relax! I was kidding. Sort of.” I settled on a nervous laugh. It was pretty clear she wasn't going to shut me out or make fun of me too bad. “You know, you're hard to figure out,” I replied, beginning to get the swing of conversing with her. “You said in the note that the same thing happened to you?” “It has, yeah,” she said, scuffing her foot and angling away a little, “But that's a story for another time. Today is your day.” She winked at him. “So, do you usually make friends with a person by falling on them and peeing in class?” “No!” I answered, aware a split-second too late she was still joking. I rallied decently enough, “Did it work?” “Well, we're talking right now, so yeah.” My boxers were still very damp, but I dared eye contact anyway. Her irises glimmered a deep green, accenting the abstract pattern on her dress. Thank God I was sort of thrown into talking to her, because it never would have happened otherwise. I brought up the first thing I could think of. “So, where is your family from?” “Here, why do you ask?” She put her hands on her hips and acted offended. “Just kidding, I know my name sounds sort of... white. My dad's family is from Germany, and he met my mom, who's full-blooded Chinese, in California. So I look more like her and have a name like an anime character.” “I like it.” Whoever said talking to girls was hard? Here I was doing it while covered in my own piss. Although I was beginning to think it helped a lot more than hurt in Mei's case. We went back to class and did not have nearly as many opportunities to talk, as Mr. Carson had begun lesson 1.1. We received our homework and parted ways after first period. My pants had dried enough by then that nobody could tell what had happened. The rest of the day passed with much less spectacle. Towards the end, I looked forward to seeing her on the bus almost as much as simply getting away from school. Finally, I got my wish. I spotted her looking around near the bus lane after classes had let out. “Mei!” I shouted over the mayhem of bodies, waving to her. “How was your first day?” I asked after jockeying through the crowd. “Eh, it was school,” she said. “Any cool classes?” I probed further. “Not really.” Sheesh. Earlier she was talking my ear off, and now I could hardly get two words. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yeah, I'm sorry,” she said, her aloof shell cracking some, “I'm just ready to get home.” I left it at that. I felt much better on the way back, now that I had eaten and didn't have to pee half as badly as before. Mei looked out the window, but something was definitely off. She sat stiffly, squeezing her knees together on every hard bump in the road. Seeing as the bus was no luxury car, there were plenty of chances for me to see the pattern. Talking about my accident for most of first period relaxed my nerves to bring up the bathroom subject again. “Do you have to go pee now? You're squirming like crazy,” I chuckled. “Yeah, actually,” she mumbled, giving up the act and pressing a palm between her legs, “The bathrooms here are so gross I didn't want to go.” “I don't blame you; the guys' was pretty gross and it's not as easy for you. We'll be home soon though.” She seemed to want to sit in silence, so I let her. What I didn't expect was how much of a treat watching her desperation proved to be. The twitches around her mouth, the way she rubbed her knees together, and knowing she felt the same things I did earlier all played parts in driving me crazy. I didn't think she would pee herself, but it didn't stop me from imagining. When we got to my stop, she jumped up right behind me, saying “I know my stop is next but I'd rather get off here.” I wasn't about to question it. “Okay,” I said. This day kept getting better. The bus finally roared away and we were relatively alone. Mei grabbed herself with both hands, driving fistfuls of her dress into her crotch now that nobody was around to see. She did little hops around and sang “I have to go potty or I'm gonna pull a Kyle!” to her audience of one. I couldn't help but laugh with her. “You can go in my house if you want, can you hold it until then? It's right over there.” I pointed to the corner of my roof visible behind some trees. She agreed, doing a sort of hobble to cover the distance. I led her in cutting through some tall bushes in the side yard; it was quicker than going around to the driveway and I figured by her pee-dance she would need every second. When I turned back to make sure she got through okay, she let out a series of squeaks, throwing her hoodie off and grabbing me, shaking. I held her while watching a pretty big spider scamper off the discarded sweatshirt back into the grass. Ick. She let go a few seconds later, but I had already felt a too-familiar warmth on my leg for the second time today, right under where she stood against me. Her thighs shined with fresh wetness and big yellow drops pattered into the dirt from the hem of her dress. We were collectively speechless for a moment. She clasped her hands above her head, staring at me with mouth agape. “Ohmigod, I am so sorry! That spider on me was a monster and I just... sorry.” Secretly, I was on fire. What earlier occupied only the pit of my imagination just happened for real. My heart pulsed and I blushed a little, but somehow I kept a clear enough head to play it cool. “It's okay, really. I promise.” “Some of it got on you too though!” She gestured at the wet spot on my knee, easier than before to see in the sunlight. Trust me, I noticed. I insisted it was fine, since I had been way wetter hours earlier. She turned her attention back to herself. “Ugh, my dress is soaked!” she lamented, wringing out the front. I offered, “You can come in and borrow some dry clothes if you don't mind wearing boy stuff.” “That'd be nice, thanks.” She smiled at my offer, bringing heat back to my face. I returned the expression, commenting, “I guess this makes us even.” Maybe sixth grade would go well enough after all.
  20. My girlfriend and I, in our early 20's, shared a bedroom in an apartment with other people. Friends invited us to go skiing, something I had never done before. I bought a waterproof ski suit. My girlfriend and I got up early and dressed very warmly; we each put on 4 or 5 undies and 3 jeans under our ski pants. She said it would help if I fell and got snow inside by ski suit. I joked that with that many undies it felt like I was wearing a diaper. We had a 3 hour drive to the ski area and got there shortly after it opened. I spent the morning taking ski lessons and finally got the hang of it. In the afternoon I kept at it and finally I could get down the beginners slope without falling. My girlfriend was right about getting snow inside my ski suit. At the end of the day we met at the ski lodge, turned our rented equipment, and began the drive back. After about half an hour we stopped for fast food . While we were eating it began to snow and it was getting dark. I decided to not use the restroom because I had so many layers and I did not like public restrooms, especially the stalls. We got back on the road. The traffic was moving somewhere around 1/3 to 1/2 the speed limit and the roads were getting slick. After about 20 minutes my bladder filled but I thought I would be able to get home. There was a rest stop that would normally have been about 30 minutes away. The farther we went the heavier the snow got, the slicker the roads got and the slower the traffic went. It seemed like we were going about 10 miles an hour. Meanwhile I was wishing I had taken the trouble to use the restroom. After about 2 hours I was hoping we would get to the rest stop very soon. My girlfriend was sitting right next to me and another woman was on her other side, and we were crowded. Pressure waves started in my bladder. I remembered joking about how with all the undies I felt like I was wearing a diaper; I thought I might soon wish I was really wearing a diaper. The traffic was at a near stand still. The pressure waves were coming with increasing frequency, lasted longer and were stronger each time. Finally I saw the sign Rest Stop 1 mile. I expected to be there in about 15 minutes, hoping I could hold it that long. Then the traffic came to a sudden stop. We barely stopped in time to avoid hitting the car ahead of us and the car behind us stopped a few inches from our rear bumper. We sat there long enough that had traffic been moving normally we would have been home. While traffic was stopped my kidneys were not. My hands were cold so I put them inside my ski suit and put them at my crotch. I got a series of pressure waves that I had to struggle to control. After several one was so strong that my struggle was not enough; I felt an orgasmic release as warmth exploded into my crotch. and spread toward my butt. A few minutes later another irresistible pressure wave hit with the same release and warmth flowing around my butt. It had not yet soaked through to my outermost jeans, at least at my crotch. Then came another pressure wave and warmth spread to my legs and I felt my crotch get warm. I gave up when the next pressure wave hit. I just relaxed and the warmth spread and I could feel that I was sitting in very wet pants. Traffic began to move and we finally got to the rest stop. The driver asked if anybody needed to stop and specifically asked the woman sitting next to my girlfriend. She said no. The driver and the woman sitting in the front seat, both of whom lived in the same apartment with the woman in the back seat, asked if she was sure. She said she was sure. As we passed the rest stop entrance we saw several cars sideways blocking one lane and leaving only a narrow passage in the other. After we got past that traffic picked up but still no more than about half the speed limit so it took another 4 hours to get home. When we got home the woman in the back seat asked it would be alright she got dropped off before we were dropped off. I agreed and my girlfriend agreed but I sensed reluctance. The woman got out and ran into her apartment building, then we were driven home. Her apartment mates asked each other if they thought she made it this time. As we were getting out of the car I checked to see if where I was sitting was dry, and it was. My girlfriend asked what I was doing, and I said nothing. We had sometimes teased each other if one of us had to go to the bathroom badly. She teasingly asked why didn't I say I needed to stop at the rest stop. I asked why should I. She said that just before we got there I was sometimes very tense then after we passed the rest stop I wasn't tense again. She was certain I had to go to the bathroom. I said I didn't have to go to the bathroom when we got to the rest stop. She asked did that mean I had to go to the bathroom before we got there? I asked how could it be that I had to go to the bathroom before the rest stop but didn't need to go to the bathroom when we got there? She said there was only one way she could think of. I asked what that was. She came back with I didn't answer her question, did I have to go to the bathroom before we got to the rest stop. I said I wanted to hold her her. I kissed her passionately. She seemed tense as she tried to push away but then shivered and then embraced me passionately. I reached down and put one hand under her ski pants and on her butt, something I sometimes did while we were embraced. I soon felt my hand getting warmer! I became even more passionate. When we finally ended the kiss she was out of breath. I asked if she was OK. She said it was orgasmic. I said I had no idea I was that good a kisser. She said there was that but she had no idea it felt so good to, well I knew what she meant. I innocently asked how my hand got wet? She blushed and said I probably knew. I asked did she peed in her pants. She tried to evade. I asked if she remembered how I said wearing that many undies felt like wearing a diaper? On the way back I had felt like I should have been wearing a diaper. What as the one way she could think of that I would have had to go to bathroom before we got to the rest stop but when we got there I didn't need to go? Why would I have felt like I should have been wearing a diaper? She said I did pee inmy pants, didn't I? I lowered my my ski pants and she saw my wet pants We showered together and rinsed out our clothes. We went to bed for some serious canoodling.
  21. So this happened yesterday, as some of you may be aware i have recently began the process of cutting weight. To do this i will be using the same technique i used when i needed to cut weight for fights, which involves manipulating my bodies water and sodium levels... So yesterday was my last day in which i could drink as much water as i wanted, so as you can imagine i drank way more than needed.. Which in turn led to a very awkward situation. Business has been slow recently so i have had a lot of spare time on my hands but yesterday i knew i had a lot do be getting on with so i planned my day accordingly. I woke up at 7am and went for my morning wee, i told myself i was not allowed to go again until i returned home (i estimated about 3pm) so i got dressed had some muesli (hate that stuff) and drank 300ml of water, i then set off for a hard days work. Through the day i was drinking 250 ml of water at regular intervals which had a profound effect on my bladder. By 11am i was pretty desperate for a wee, i was squirming quite a bit but it wasn't that bad yet, i had it under control. However my job involves a lot of driving which can help to forget how badly i need to have a wee but when i'm stuck in traffic or at lights it makes it 10x worse. And of course at the moment there are major roadworks all around my area so its stop start traffic pretty much all day.. not good when trying to forget about needing a wee. Every time i stopped at lights i was non-stop fidgeting, even the radio was making my situation worse. They were having a debate about saving water and some female student called in to say she pees whilst in the shower to save water... as you can imagine this in no way helped!! It aroused me and made me think about wetting myself. Come 12 i was mercifully nearly finished for the day, i didn't have as much to do as i thought i did. So i set off on my last few journeys. All of which were torture as the need to have a wee increased by the minute, at one point i honestly thought about giving in and just going for a wee up a back street or something, but i banished these thoughts to the back of my mind. Around 12.45 i made my last drop off, i must have looked pretty silly to the lady who answered the door because although i tried my best, i simply could not stop fidgeting. I jumped back in my car and made for home. The journey was pretty straight forward and i didn't have to stop very often. Although every occasion i did have to stop i thought i would lose control and wet myself in the car, but i somehow kept the flood at bay.. more or less After many close calls i eventually pulled up at home around 13.10. I grabbed my gear and ran for my front door. i put my key in the door (after many failed attempts, i was shaking like a leaf) but the key would not turn. I pushed the door to find it was already open.. and there were people inside.. At the moment im house sitting for my gf as she is away and a couple of her relatives had popped round to see her. My heart sank,they had clearly let themselves in thinking she had just popped out or something. i had a choice to make there and then; try and hold on and hope they leave quickly or just go for a wee... I opted to try and hold. I did the civil thing and made them coffees although i stuck to water and informed them that Chloe was away at the moment. They were rabbiting about the upcoming EU referendum, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away i was now on the verge of wetting myself right there in front of them. I knew if i wanted to wet myself privately i had to get rid of them quick. i started racking my brains on how to do it without being rude. I was stood there legs locked together rocking up and down and not once did they even notice. I accidentally let out a leak, i was now in serious discomfort. The wetness i could feel on my cock made me want to release it right then, i could feel the end was drawing near. I was also becoming irritated that i couldn't think straight, all i could think about was my aching bladder. I had one idea and i put it into action. I informed them that i had a couple of business acquiescences coming round for coffee and a chat about business. This was my only idea and thankfully (for my dignity) it worked and they very slowly made there exits. The moment the door shut behind them i ran to lock it, i was shaking uncontrollably now and i simply could not get the key in the lock, it was at this point more pee escaped from my bladder and streamed into my underwear. The warm wetness in my pants was growing by the second, i could feel a slow steady stream escaping from my cock and soaking into my underwear. I dumped the key and ran for the bathroom. By the time i got to the bathroom i was already pretty wet, but that was nothing compared to what was coming. I climbed into the bath and let it go. My pee soaked through my pants and quickly started to spread and run down my thighs and legs and pool at my feet, the warmth was amazing and i could not help but moan in pure pleasure. It felt like it was going to go on forever and i wish it could have. I peed for quite a long time and when it did finally end i fell back against the wall and just stood there enjoying the warm wetness that was all down my legs and at my feet. it took me a while to regain the urge to move and clean up after my "accident" But once i did, i took some snaps hopefully for you to enjoy Thank you for reading guys. i hope you enjoy
  22. Today was the start of extended hours at my local ski hill, allowing me to get some runs in after work. The plan was for my girlfriend to order food and I would pick it up on my way home. I will admit it I have a small problem with large amounts off coffee, as in I love it and drink copious amounts on the average day of work.....today was no different I also have a bit of a over active bladder. After six runs 3 pee brakes and one beer It was time to go get dinner. I drove the 30 min to the restaurant of my girls choice, the family owned too small too loud too busy Mexican joint is quite popular and was packed. I walked in with a uncomfortable need to pee, confronted by a packed lobby/till/busting carts area shoulder to shoulder with people coming, going and waiting, I located the bathroom doors across the room but thought better of it and got in what appeared to be a line. Ten min later I was holding my food and now in line to pay and had to pee pretty bad eyeing the bathroom and considering my options. A trip to the bathroom in these closed quarters would be akin to exiting the window seat while sitting with some nfl line backers on a regional flight I needed to pee but not that bad yet. After fifteen min my need to pee had grown to urgent, I decided to use the bathroom.....now. I turned toward the bathroom and noticed it was occupied shit, I had been there for almost 30 min, my food was getting cold and I had to do something soon or piss myself. At this point I was next in line but considering bailing on the food and leaving, ahead of me was a mid age lady who was convinced her husband had a reservation, the cashier lady could not find it. After what seemed like forever she decides to call her husband. With people coming and going as well as the waiters all trying to occupy the same area I got bumped from behind and it happened I let a spurt out not a lot but I had to bear down to stop it. I was on the verge of loosing it right here in public, in the next min two things happen, the lady discovered she was at the wrong restaurant and the bathroom became available. It was now my turn to pay but I had to go pee NOW, I started to turn to ward the bathroom and someone beat me to it. I let out another spurt and stepped up to the cashier to pay slipping my card in the machine and entering my code, no tip today. Leaking little spurts the whole time while trying to remain composed I waited for approved to flash, that was it I lost it spurting turned to a full stream standing in public in a tight confined space I peed for what seemed like forever warmth flooding my crotch and spreading down my thighs I could hear it hissing. I dared not look down but I knew I was standing in a puddle my shoes were even wet thank god it is winter and everyone's feet are dripping melting snow, I collected my receipt and left having to squeeze my way out. I went home completely soaked down to my shoes and part of my shirt luckily none of that was visible thanks to my snow pants and jacket I had a complete accident in public and no one was the wiser. When I got home I walked in not sure how to hide it and got found out right away my girlfriend asked me If I could smell pee as she took the food from me. We have dogs, I can think of fifty things I could have said instead I said "no" knowing full well I was soaked waist down with pee invisible to the eye. obviously she decided to investigate further and quickly noticed my wet foot prints on the wood floor, I fessed up told her the truth, she seemed unimpressed but sympathetic. I went in the bathroom and removed my sopping snow pants and completely soaked long johns took a shower and did some laundry. I have partaken in wetting many times in the past but not in public except one accident involving a kayak and chest waders this was the first time with any risk of getting found out and very public accident. while I was peeing myself sure the relief felt good but I was not sexually excited on any level other than thinking almost remotely wow I'm actually peeing myself in front of people. This is something I have fantasized about before but never followed through. Now I am completely turned on buy my accident but not at the time.
  23. Hey guys, this is my first piece of fiction..So please bear that in mind :D Also just a small warning that there is some swearing sooooo if you're put off by that sort of thing just bear it in mind :) It was two in the afternoon by the time Sam finally took her lunch break. For whatever reason this particular Tuesday had been manic all day, it seemed to her that everyone and their dog had decided that this day was the best to go out and waste money on cheap and nasty clothing. She would never say this aloud of course; her boss probably wouldn’t appreciate it. But her boss hated her anyway, yet she never quite knew why. Sam always put it down as just one of those things. Maybe it was jealously she thought? Sam was a very attractive young woman. Standing at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing no more than 8 stone, she was a tall, slender lady. Her curly blonde hair was her start attraction, but on this day it was tied in a bun; but when released her curls were wild yet tame. When untied her hair flowed down to her slender waist in cascades of shimmering blonde loveliness. On this day Sam wished she had untied her hair, as after seeing herself in a mirror at work she feared her bun and outfit did not match. Sam had got dressed in a hurry this morning and didn’t spend much time planning her outfit, so as a consequence she felt underdressed and a little untidy. But even in a plain black top and dark blue jeans with bright pink knickers and matching bra underneath, she still looked radiant. The dark top made her big blue eyes shine even brighter than normal and her soft white skin seemed to almost glow. As Sam retreated from the shop floor to the staff room she picked up her phone from the office safe. What a palaver that always was; some of the stuff in that safe would make you blush. As she checked her phone she noticed she had four missed calls off her husband Gary. Sam ignored it. Sam and Gary were having troubles and arguing a lot, in fact she had kicked him out of their home. So Sam simply cleared her notifications and poured herself a cup of coffee. Sam always hated the coffee provided at work, so she had brought her own and made use of it on every occasion. On this occasion she needed caffeine more than normal; she was tired, fed up and generally just a bit down in the beak. So she drank her coffee and tucked into her fruit salad. After finishing her lunch Sam cleared up, locked her phone in the safe again and went for a wee before returning to the shop floor. As she entered the restroom it hit her that she was actually really quite desperate for a wee and it shocked her as she hadn’t even felt a twinge. Sam didn’t think much of it, instead she dropped her jeans and knickers and emptied her bladder. As she began peeing she looked down to her feet and got a little surprise. There was a small but noticeable wet spot in her knickers. “Oh my god” she said out loud to herself. Sam hadn’t even felt it, she never felt a leak and certainly didn’t feel wet at any point through the day. This shocked her and scared her a little bit. She was 23 years old and at no point since a regrettable incident involving copious amounts of tequila had she ever wet herself, but here she was looking at a wet spot in her knickers. She finished peeing, wiped herself and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. The wetness she felt against her skin made her feel uncomfortable, but she figured she would adjust to it over time. So she washed her hands, double checked her jeans to make sure she had no wet spot visible and left the restroom. Five was approaching and for Sam that meant one thing, home sweet home. In the end the day had kind of tapered out a bit, it started manic but ended in a typical quiet fashion. So she cashed out and went to grab her things from the safe and staff room. It took Sam the best part of ten minutes to find her phone in the safe and when she did retrieve it she found she had more missed calls off Gary. Bugger him she thought and carried on collecting her things. Sam said goodbye to her colleagues and left the store to make her way home. Her journey home wasn’t a particularly long one, but it could be troublesome at times. Sam jumped in her car, fastened her seat belt and selected some suitable music for her short trip home. Sam drove a bright red Fiat 500 with matching leather interior and trim. As she checked her mirrors and began plotting he route of the car park she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. “Wow okay, no messing around today” she thought to herself. For the second time in one day Sam had been very suddenly gripped by a strong need to pee. She slotted he car into gear and made for home. As Sam joined the motorway she felt her bladder start to swell and throb and very quickly her need was growing at an alarming rate. Sam began fidgeting and rocking back and forth. She pushed her left hand into her crotch and her left thigh into her right one. She was genuinely beginning to panic a bit. Her desperation had grown so fast and so sharply, she was simply not prepared for this. She then began thinking of the wet spot in her knickers earlier. And very quickly she had another one to think about. A small spurt of pee had escaped her pee hole and soaked into her pink cotton knickers. Sam frantically pushed her hand even harder into her crotch. “No, no, no. This cannot happen to me, I’m 23 years old I shouldn’t be wetting myself. Oh god… Hurry the fuck up… Come on, I’m going to piss myself. Oh god, oh god. Yes!! move, get out the way. Come on… Not far, it’s not far, you can do this. Come on.” Sam left the motorway and joined the small A road that took her to her front door. Whenever she moved her left hand to change gear she leaked a little bit more into her knickers. By this point her knickers were pretty sodden, and her jeans were wet too, but not much, it was noticeable but only if you looked very hard. 3 minutes from home. Sam had got the spurting under control by now. Her knickers were wet and her jeans too, but she was determined to stay dry from now on. She pulled out the roundabout. Turned left. Carried on straight. Home was so close; her toilet was calling her. She could feel the relief… Literally. “Noooooo, oh my god, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A large torrent of pee had escaped her pee hole, flooded her knickers, soaked her jeans and pooled on her red leather seat. Sam was crying now. But she regained control. Her left hand was now lodged in her crotch. But the wetness on her bum, hand and vagina made her want too pee sooo badly. But she couldn’t. “I’m 23. this shouldn’t be happening to me. I shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be wetting myself… Oh god” She turned left at the last junction before home. The warm wetness that had pooled under her bum was driving her crazy. So many parts of her wanted to let go, flood her knickers, jeans and seat and just be done with it, then enjoy the blissful relief… But she was home. Sam pulled onto her drive, turned the ignition off and jumped out quicker than she knew was possible. She fumbled for her key in her handbag. She fumbled getting the key into the door. She squeezed her legs together. She danced on the spot. She pissed herself. Her warm pee streamed from her pee hole, through her once bright pink knickers, flooded through her jeans and streamed down her slim legs and pooled at her feet. Sam stood still, unable and unwilling to stop the torrent. She was transported to a different place. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet relief that was flowing down her legs and spreading round her bum as well. She finally finished peeing. She was soaked. She opened her eyes and examined her own accident and began to cry. She squatted down and forced out the very last drops of pee. Sam then unzipped her once light blue jeans and examined her knickers…. “What the fuck?” “GARY!!!!” “Have you pissed yourself?” “No… Yes… Please…. No…. I didn’t mean too” “You’ve actually pissed yourself. Just like a little girl” “Please... Don’t tell anyone, it was an accident…. I didn’t mean to wet myself” Gary stood silent examining his wife’s accident. Gary had been trying to call Sam to tell her that he was waiting for her at their home, he had returned to apologize. What happens next?? I’ll let you decide.
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