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  1. A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
  2. A loud clap of thunder awakened me from my slumber and I immediately sat up in my bed as a soft gasp exhaled from my mouth. A raging storm of thunder and lightning permeated the night sky and my bedroom with its anger along with a heavy shower of rain and hail pouring from the storm clouds at a steady pace, hitting the ground with a sound as loud as a rock slide. Almost instantly, I realized another reason to be awake; I really needed to pee, quite badly and I pulled my bladder muscles together. Why didn’t I pee before I went to sleep? I kicked myself for this as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The time was 3:52 AM, way too early for me to be awake but I was bursting to pee and since I was frightened by heavy storms, I was reluctant to leave the sanctity of my bed. I clutched my pillow tightly and whimpered as I looked around my bedroom, where shadows of my furnishings flashed on my light colored walls. A strong urge hit my bladder, causing me to grab myself in the crotch of my cream colored pajama pants and squirm in place. I desperately wanted to get up to go to the bathroom but my fear made it hard for me to leave my bed and I could only rock myself to subside the feeling, which was getting stronger by the minute. Come on, Maddy! Just get up and go! But I’m so afraid… I fought with myself. I had no choice, the fury of the storm outside didn’t show signs of stopping any time soon and I was about to pee on the bed. Both of my hands grabbing my girlhood now, I slowly scooted off of the bed, placed my bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stood up. Okay, I’m just going to go really fast and… Oh my god! I gasped loudly when a loud crack of thunder almost made me fall back onto the bed and I accidentally let a spurt of pee escape into my panties. No! I’m going to make it, just a little ways further. I quickly but barely gained back control and started hobbling towards my bedroom door, trying to walk as fast as I could while holding myself as tightly I could. I was hunched over and could barely even lift my feet off of the ground to move at a decent pace and every step I took I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder. My heart raced and my body shock from the uneasy feeling I’ve always gotten during a heavy storm such as this one. I’ve always felt like the house would be struck by lightning and catch fire, or the wind would blow the house away, or worse. I made it to my bedroom door and pulled a hand out from my legs to turn the knob quickly so I could jam it back between them. I fumbled with the knob, trying to open the door but it wouldn’t budge an inch no matter which way I turned the knob. Ooh, why won’t it open, I have to pee so badly! I bit my bottom lip and wedged my hand back into my crotch as another spasm hit my bladder and another burst of pee jetted out into my clutched hands, dampening the fabric of my pajamas. Noo! I can’t wet myself! I have to keep trying… I crossed my leg over the other and pulled my hand out that was damp with urine and shaking with fear. I again tried opening the door and pulling as hard as my weak, shaking body would allow with one hand only to be denied from exiting once again. Another spurt leaked out and formed with the wet spot already on my pajamas. Noooo! Don’t pee! I shoved my hand back into my crotch and bounced in place, wondering why the door wouldn’t open and desperately trying to not have an accident. I scanned over the wall where the door should have been as the lightening lit up the area; it appeared that the door was gone, but the knob was still there. What… where’s the door…?My confusion was soon interrupted when I felt an incredibly stronger-than-before twinge in my abdomen and I dropped to my knees to try and suppress the flood which was seemingly unavoidable now. I sat on my legs and firmly grasped my crotch, pressing my fingers inside of my girlhood to bear down on my pee-hole. I shut my eyes tightly as the pressure from my pee forcefully pushing its way out became too much and started coming out in long gushing blasts, soaking my pants. I… can’t… hold it…! Tears welled in my eyes as I had no choice but to wait for the inevitable caused by my silly fear of storms. Then it happened. Warm urine gushed out like an erupting geyser and poured over my hands, completely drenching my clothes and pooling under me. I could almost hear the hissing sound from the saturation of the fabric over the storm. Desperately, I tried to pull back on my bladder, but the force of the stream was too much and there was nothing I could do to keep from fully wetting myself right there, just right around the corner from my bathroom. I… can’t believe that I’m peeing myself… I cried as I sat there completely mortified and frozen in place for what seemed like hours wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. At that very moment, I seemed to have had my wish granted as I was no longer balled up on the floor in front of my door nor could I hear the rolling thunder outside. The only thing I heard were a couple of birds chatting with each other outside as I slowly opened my eyes to a brightly lit room filled only with the rays of the morning sun coming from the window. I was back in my bed, safe and sound. “Just another nightmare…” I said with a relieving sigh as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms out with a high-pitched yawn. I was still rattled from the seemingly real mind-state, but I often had nightmares with storms. Shortly after I put my arms back down, I felt damp under where I was sitting and pulled the coverings up. I knew what had happened before I saw the bed and my crotch soaked with pee and my heart began pounding, nearly bursting out of my chest. I covered my mouth as I gasped; I hadn’t wet the bed since I was a little girl. Without hesitation or thinking, I jumped out of bed and yanked my wet pajamas off of my sticky, glistening legs and tossed them in my dirty clothes bin then made a mad dash to the bathroom for a quick shower. As I turned on the shower and began taking off my top, the sound of the running water almost instantly brought my need to pee back. I plopped down on the toilet right behind me and let my bladder muscles contract, giving way to the straggling urine that I somehow managed to keep inside of me. The urine trickled out of me slowly at first before speeding up to a steady stream and mixed with the clear water below, making it a light shade of yellow. Still mortified, I began wondering how I was going to clean the pee stain off of my bed before my parents see it. Thankfully they were still asleep as far as I know. 30 seconds later, the pee slowed down to a slight tinkle before finally stopping. I flushed the toilet and hopped in the shower. I already had a proper shower last night before bed so I concentrated on washing my girlhood and the area around it, eliminating the icky sticky feeling that I hadn’t felt in many years when I last wet the bed. My mind instantly took me back to that horrible moment of my life. I was about 10 years old or so and I had a lot of soda before bed that night while I was watching a movie with my best friend, Haley. I was so tired after her mom picked her up that I forgot to use the toilet and went straight to bed. I was awakened by my mother shaking me and telling me to wake up and that I had wet my bed. I was so embarrassed that I cried and locked myself in the bathroom before my dad unlocked it and we all had a long discussion about how I needed to use the toilet before bed each night. As the years went by, I was able to wake up when I needed to urinate in the middle of the night… but not this time. I quickly shook off this thought, hoping that it was just a one time occurrence and nothing similar would ever happen again. I turned off the water and dried and wrapped myself with a towel then headed back to my room to put on clean clothes. My closet door was already opened; I let the towel fall off of my squeaky clean body as I looked at myself in the mirror hanging on in the inside of the door and began brushing my brown shoulder length hair that flowed over my petite, pale skinned frame. The weather was mildly warm outside so I put on a light colored pair of loose fitting jeans over a fresh pair of undies and slipped on a red baby-doll t-shirt after shamefully looking over my pathetic a-cups. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I noticed that I had 30 minutes to rid my bed of the incriminating pee stain that stretched over a good three quarters of the width of my light blue sheet. I yanked it off and threw in the basket with my wet pajamas before walking out of my bedroom to fetch some cleaning supplies from downstairs. I was so relieved to see that my parents were still in bed as usual and I grabbed a bottle of fabric cleaner and a cleaning pad. I traipsed back to my room and started using the supplies on the bare wet mattress until it was free of the urine stain. After I finished, I let out a big sigh of relief and gathered the cleaning supplies along with my dirty linens and clothes, then quietly walked down stairs again to toss them in the washer. As I was putting the fabric cleaner up, I heard someone walking my direction. Panicking, I quickly put the bottle in the upper cabinet and accidentally knocked over various items as an avalanche of cleaning utensils dumped over me and onto the floor below. I started picking them up when my mom showed up at the laundry room door. My heart began racing and I become nervous that she would see my wet sheets and pajamas. “Madison? What are you doing, are you okay?” She asked, concerned. “Nothing! J-Just doing some laundry before school.” I continued to pick up the items, dropping a couple from my shaking arms and laid them on the shelf in an unorganized fashion. I disregarded the fallen bottles and quickly put my wet sheets in the washer before I noticed the smell of urine permeating the small room. “Why does it smell like urine in here? And didn’t we wash all of the sheets on Tuesday?” She looked down at the pajamas and picked them up before I could stop her. I flushed bright red on my cheeks as I couldn’t do anything but wait for her next response. “It’s nothing… I didn’t…” There was nothing I could say to save me now, she had noticed the wet stains on my pajamas. “Nothing? These smell of pee. Did you wet the bed, Madison? I thought you were over that.” She looked at my bright red cheeks and my body shook from horror. It was bad enough when I wet the bed at 10 but even worse at 16. I wished that the washer would have turned into a monster and ate me up right then. I looked down in shame. “I… don’t know… yeah.” My voice shook as I spoke and every second that passed felt even worse than the last. I held back my tears and said nothing more as she scanned over my peed clothes. “Get your shoes on and go to school before you’re late. I’ll take care of this. If this keeps up, you’re going to the doctor. You shouldn’t be wetting the bed at such an age.” She said as she intently looked over each wet article and scoffed at them before dropping them in the washer. I slowly headed towards the front door as I walked away from one of the most embarrassing moments of my life and hoped this will all be forgotten soon. I slipped on my brown leather sandals and grabbed my school bag then headed out the door to the bus stop. The horrible moment that just passed kept playing over and over in my head as I waited for the school bus no matter how much I tried to forget about it. At least I’ll get to see my best friend Haley as soon as I get on the bus. I really needed her right then. I folded my arms across my chest and soon, the bus arrived and I walked up the dirty steps behind the folding doors, ignored the old-aged bus driver when he creepily smiled at me like always, and found Haley, smiling at me in a much more pleasant way as I sat down next her. I gave her a half smile and sat my bag in my lap as the bus drove off. It was only a matter of moments before Haley took notice that something was the matter as I expected her to. “What’s wrong, Maddy? You don’t look like your normal, cheery self today…” She looked at me with a concern that already begun to calm me down. I knew I could tell her anything, but I didn’t want anyone on the bus to over hear. “Err…” I looked around us and realized we were far enough out of earshot from the few other people on the bus. The closest person was a boy with headphones on a few seats back. “I uh… wet the bed last night…” I whispered to her. “Oh… is that all? Don’t worry Maddy, it happens.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I immediately felt so much better. I smiled a bit more as I looked at her. She had longer hair than me, auburn color, that flowed over her body that was a little wider compared to my small frame. More notably her chest, which was a couple of sizes bigger than mine, which I was always jealous of. She was wearing a pair of khaki colored carpenter pants and a green shirt. “I haven’t since I was 10... I was so embarrassed. Especially because my mom found out and made it into a huge deal and told me if it continued that she would take me to the doctor.” I explained to her comfortably. “Moms can be over reactive like that. Don’t worry, accidents happen. Even to Haley.” She warmly smiled at me, making me feel even more better. “Really? When did you last… you know…” I trailed off from my question and wondered if she caught my drift. “What? Had an accident?” I nodded. “Um… I can’t remember, about 13 or 14. Happened in Ms. Swanson’s class, you remember how strict she was on bathroom breaks. I was running late from lunch period and didn’t have time to go to the toilet before her class… and yeah.” She seemed okay with telling me this. I could tell she wanted me to feel better, and I did. “I hope I never have one in public… that sounds super embarrassing.” I said to her and looked outside the window. We proceeded to talk about stupid girl stuff that wasn’t important until the bus finally arrived at our high school and we all got off. Me and Haley went to our separate classes. “See you after school, Maddy!” She waved to me and I smiled and waved back. First period was English, which was a bore as usual but I got through it and Math was second. I liked Math, it always interested me for some reason. Then my favorite period of the day came, Lunch. Unfortunately, I didn’t share any lunches or classes with Haley except Marching Band every other day, which is how we met. She played flute and I played the French horn. I sat down with my poorly prepared chicken patty, tater tots which were surprisingly good and my large bottle of purified spring water from home. I took my time finishing my meal and drank most of my water. I looked at the clock; I still had 45 minutes left of lunch and I was a bit tired so I decided to rest for a little while, make a quick bathroom trip and then head to class. I laid down on my arms and soon, my eyes shut and I drifted off into a light sleep. “Young lady? Wake up.” I faintly heard as my eyesight slowly returned to normal and a figure of a woman was standing next to me. “Huh?” I looked up at the janitor who was sweeping the floors of the empty cafeteria. “You better get to class, you’re late. Lunch has been over for 15 minutes.” She said in a concerned voice. “Oh crap!” I exclaimed as I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my bag and darted out of the room heading towards my 3rd period History class. As I walked quickly to my class, I felt my bladder give several strong signals that I needed to pee. If only I didn’t fall asleep, I would have had time to use the bathroom then, but I was already late for class. It wasn’t that urgent yet but I could only hope it would stay that way until after class. I knew Mr. Venezuela wouldn’t let me leave, especially since I was now late but I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I walked through the door and all of the students including Mr. Venezuela looked at me. I suddenly didn’t feel brave enough to ask him to let me go so I just sat down as he watched me, waiting to hear my excuse. “Uhm… sorry. I fell asleep at lunch.” I sheepishly said to him, not paying attention to the rest of the class as I pulled out my history text book. He shook his head at me and continued with the lesson and I turned to the page I was supposed to be on. Minutes later, my urge to urinate returned stronger than before and I shifted in my seat to subside the feeling. I had to do this every time my need came back and it became stronger and more difficult to hold each time until I was forced to put a hand in between my legs in order to keep all of my pee inside my bladder. My face turned a shade a red as some of the others took notice to my predicament but I tried not to pay attention to them and focus on the lesson as well as preventing an embarrassing accident. Desperately, I crossed my legs, pressed my hands into my crotch and leaned forward a bit, suppressing the urge a little. More time passed, and I was no longer able to concentrate on the lesson at all but only on my bursting and aching bladder. I was in almost in tears when Mr. Venezuela finally ended the lesson. “Alright that’s it for today, class. Please write down your homework assignment for tonight.” He said. I was so ready to get of class that I didn’t think about the consequences of my next action. I pulled my right hand out of my tightly crossed legs and started to write down our instructions. Instantly a spurt of warm pee gushed out of my and dampened my pants. I groaned, apparently loud enough for everyone to hear including the teacher. Everyone turned to look my way and Mr. Venezuela looked at me with concern. I shoved my hand back where it was. “Is something the matter, Ms. Jennings?” He asked as my cheeks burned red and I was filled with embarrassment. I held back my tears and blurted out my need in desperation. “I’m about to have to have an accident, can I go to the bathroom please?!” I began crying as another spurt of pee escaped my clutches. “Can’t you wait 10 more minutes, class is almost over. You should have asked earlier.” He sternly asked. I knew I couldn’t hold on that long without wetting myself fully. I was already leaking constantly into my panties at this point. “No… I really can’t. It’s coming out!” I exclaimed in a broken and shaking voice as tears dripped down my flushed cheeks. A few students murmured to themselves. I overheard one of them saying ‘She’s going to pee herself.’ “Go then. Next time, make sure you have enough time before class to take care of this.” Without thinking and disregarding everyone else, I immediately stood up and headed towards the door. As I fumbled with the door handle, more long spurts of urine came out and began forming a large wet spot between my legs and I jammed my hand back in between them. “No! I can’t hold it anymore!” I said loudly and without any regard to whoever heard it as I dropped to my knees. The flood gates opened and all of my pent up pee poured out of me like a garden hose on full blast, completely drenching my pants and pooling under me. I sat in my pee puddle, frozen in place and in tears as I covered my face with my pee soaked hands. My nightmare came true. I could hear Mr. Venezuela trying to talk to me but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was lost in my mind, playing back everything that just happened and wishing that the floor would just suck me in. The bell rang a minute later and I was brought out of my thoughts. I stood up quickly, almost slipping in my puddle, grabbed my bag and textbook, and darted out the door. I ran down the hallway and out the side doors, ignoring all of the looks I was probably getting from others and leaned against the light colored brick wall outside, dropping everything in my hands. I bawled my eyes out as I covered myself with my sweater that I pulled out from my bag. Soon after, I heard someone open the very same doors that I came out of and I almost ran away, until I saw who it was. “Maddy?” Haley said. I didn’t say a word but instead threw myself at her and clung to her tightly, crying my eyes out on her shoulder. “It’s okay Maddy… I saw you running down the hallway.” She softly said as she patted my back and hugged me. My crying subsided as she comforted me. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to my house. You can get cleaned up and changed there.” I sighed with relief and nodded as I let go of her. I put my book back in my bag and threw it over my shoulder and we walked to her house. I told her everything that happened along the way. I was thankful that Haley was my best friend, she really comforted me that day.[/size]
  3. The sun began to shine through out the rain forest. through every twig, branch, leaf, and through out each and every birds home and nest. It was only moments until the entire rain forest was finally awake, and for all the birds to begin their usual daily routine. Even though Blu was still extremely tired, Blu managed to drag himself out of bed and attempt to get the day started. ''Well good morning sleepy head'' jewel had said while giving Blu a pat on the back. "good morning" said Blu mid yawn, while stretching. " hey, how did you get up so early with barely any sleep?" "me? more like you got barely any sleep." She wasn't too far from the truth. Blu's look said it all. The bags under his eye's, how all of his feathers were a complete mess, how his eye's kept trying to shut on him. It was obvious, he was dog tired.Blu had stayed up a great portion of the night still thinking about the diaper. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the thought. The colors, the tapes, the padding, everything and he still couldn't understand why he kept thinking about it. "Heh, well...yeah..I didn't get much sleep." "rough night huh?'' "(while groaning) yeah....." "well'', Jewel said while getting a little closer to Blu," If you help me get the kids up, I'll take the kids to my sisters for the day and you can get a little rest." " Thanks Jewel." Blue had managed to say with a weak smile. Before the two could even say another word, they heard their middle child, Carla, calling them. "Mom! Dad!, It happened again!" Both let out a heavy sigh, knowing what Carla had meant. The two flew up to Tiago's room to find an embarrassed little macaw, sitting in a soaked diaper and on the verge of tears. The flower design on the front had completely faded and what was once a large display of colors was now a bright yellow hew. "I-i-i didn't mean to!" Tiago had said with a tear beginning to run down his face. Jewel walked over and began comforting Tiago. "sshhhhh, it's okay" Jewel had said wile wiping away a tear. She then picked up the young macaw and carried him over to the changing table.when she had set Tiago down, the diaper had made a large squish turning Tiago´s face pink. "Can I help mom?'' said Carla bouncing with anticipation. This request made Tiago's face turn an even brighter shade of pink. Jewel noticed the young macaws embarrassment and denied Carla´s request in order to calm the young macaw down. "no, sweetie." "awww,but come on mom!" "no, now go make sure your older sister is up." Carla crossed her wings and did as she was told. Jewel began to release the tapes of the soaked diaper, unfolding it to see the drenched padding. She grabbed Tiagos feet and pulled him up until his behind was successfully off the diaper and in the air. She then pulled the diaper from under Tiago and effortlessly folded it up and threw the wet padding into a small garbage basket."Tiago, your gonna have to start trying harder if you ever want to fix this problem. me and your father can't keep doing this forever." Jewel then began to start taking out some baby wipes and began cleaning the young macaw. " I keep trying, b-but it never seems to work!" "We know your trying Tiago" said Blu, attempting to calm him, " But you need to try harder if your going to beat this.¨ It wasn´t long until the young macaw was all clean and rejoined his siblings for breakfast. ¨I don´t know what i´m gonna do with him.¨ Jewel had said with a sigh. Blu walked over and gave her a comforting hug. ¨Hey, it´s only a matter of time until this is over.¨ ¨Yeah well, hopefully sooner or later.¨ they both sat their in embrace for a few moments until Jewel gently pushed Blu away with a smirk. ¨And you´re changing him next time.¨ ¨aw come on, your better at it than me.¨ ¨and so will you be when you get more practice at it.¨ With a disappointed look, Blu agreed and the two joined their kids for breakfast. After they finished their breakfast, Blu and Jewel shared one last kiss before leaving with the kids to go visit her sister. After they left Blu walked back into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. he thought back to the moment Tiago was in the wet diaper. How the padding was completely soaked with urine. how every time he moved, the diaper would make a loud squishing sound. how the once colorful flower design on both the front and back of the diaper was now completely faded under a bright yellow hew. And then the moment when Tiago was being changed came into his mind. how Jewel held and carried him over to the changing table. how she talked so softly and was so comforting to the young macaw. remembering this left Blu excited and confused. ¨why do I keep thinking about this stuff? It´s just a stupid diaper.¨ Blu got up and went into Tiago´s room. He opened up the dresser containing the plush and colorful padding and took one out. The padding felt even softer than the last time he had held it. ¨why am I so fixated on this?¨ Blu held and stared at the diaper for a few minutes. The thought and urge to wear the diaper had quickly begun to grow in the back of his mind. He didn´t know why, but he really felt like wearing and USING the diaper. He wanted to feel like he was just a little kid again. but Before any other thought´s could come into Blu´s mind, he quickly put the diaper away and closed the drawer. ¨I...must be tired, yeah..that´s it. I´m just tired.¨ Blu dismissed all remaining thoughts about the crinkly padding and went back to bed. However, deep in the back of Blu´s mind, he knew that his tiredness had nothing to do with the way he was feeling. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanna say i´m sorry that this has taken me so long to make. Finals this past week has been kind of hectic and has had me feeling really tired lately. But on that note, I´m back! and there are a lot more chapters in store for this story. Please comment, every little tip helps me with the story and my grammar in general ^.^
  4. This is a catgirl. I made her up and drew these cute pics of her (pose, squirming, and wet). How'd I do? BTW I'm taking name requests for her!
  5. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story contains ENF (Embarrassed nude female) It's not the main focus of the story but it is sprinkled in at some point. I understand it's not everyone else's kink so I'll try to keep it to a minimum. It's been a hot minute since I played Undertale. So if everything isn't perfect... sorry. Also I'm to lazy to play the game again soooooooo yeah. This is just a short story that I thought I'd write. Just for funzies Other than that, thanks for reading! A reply in the comments about anything would be greatly appreciated. Now let's go join the spider boss! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Muffet sat back in her relaxing bath. The day was only half over, but she had done SO much work! From selling doughnuts to running around everywhere, the poor lady needs a break! Her bathtub was pretty much a crater shaped hole in the stone, deep in the spider cave, for privacy obviously... . The whole day she had also been drinking cup after cup of her homemade tea. It hadn't occurred to her yet, but pretty soon she's about to know.... and feel how much tea she truly drank that mourning. Muffet's bladder was sort of full, but she didn't want to move, she was so relaxed! Plus the toilet is right there, she can go whenever she wants! Right?! Half asleep, a familiar noise sneaked up on her. "Huh? Is someone there?" She opened her eyes and looked to her left. The guest was just one of her little spiders. "Oh, hello there little one! I would love to chat right now, but I'm a bit busy at the moment. Also, of all times to bother me... when I'm naked? Really?!" She said a little annoyed. "This better be important!" The spider made a few movements, this is how they can communicate with her. Muffet saw what the spider was saying, and briefly facepalmed. "Ohhhhhh! Right! The human is coming today! I almost forgot, thank you for reminding me!" The spider tried to make a few more movements but was shortly interrupted by Muffet's chatter "This is going to be good, that human is going to learn what spider crushers get for hurting our kind. This is going to be fun!" The spider looked concerned, but on she went still talking. "I can't wait to get rid of that pesky human, my pet is going to eat well today! First I need to get ready... I just need to use the little girls room, then I'll get out in min-" The spider cut her off, and made more distressed movements... Muffet's smile left her face as she let it finish what it was saying. Worried, Muffet responded, "What do you mean it's getting late... what time is it?!" It made some more movements. "1 PM! (GASP) I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" She shot up and stood upright in the tub. "I need to get ready right now! It'll be here shorty!" She looked down to the spider "Leave me alone I'm naked here!" And with that, it ran off scared for it's life. Quickly, she stepped out of the tub and ran around a little, "I guess I'm just gonna have to HOLD it in then, now where the heck are my clothes!" After a bit of running around she found a few spiders on the ground "Quick, all of you! My clothes! Where are they! And stop starring!" One spider awkwardly pointed behind her. Muffet turned her head to see her clothes in a pile "Thanks!" she said before darting towards them. Once there she found her top and bottom. "Good... but what about my underwear?!" She looked around more "Hello? Has no one seen my bra? Or panties?!" After a quick scan of the area, no one was even listening... . "Ugh! Fine! I'll just put them on anyway!" And that she did. "I can't believe this... this isn't even ladylike! Plus it's uncomfortable... but I'm not going to waste time with it, the human will be here soon!" As she speed walked to the main path of the tunnel, the weight of her bladder was starting to get painful. "Blast my tiny bladder! I wish I had just peed earlier! I need to make this quick... I wonder how I could even do that..." Muffet's thoughts had distracted her enough to not realize where she's walking. She ended up tripping over crack in the ground! "AH!" She yelped as she fell forward into clump of webs right in front of the path, and she appeared to be stuck! "What is the meaning of this!" Muffet said as she stood back up on her 2 out of 8 legs. "What- Who did this! HEY! can anyone hear me!" Just then, another spider rushed to her to see what the issue was. "You! Why is this web here?!". The scared spider tried to tell her that was a trap made for the human. "The human! Ohh of course.... darn-it! The human was supposed to fall here, not me!" Muffet struggled more but couldn't get out. "It's to sticky! I can't even get out.... fine then! I'll worry about this later! In the meantime, get out of here and wait for the human to show!" her spider agreed and left. Muffet crossed her top arms and pouted "And I still need to tinkle!" her lower arms grabbed on to her crotch "If I wet myself here I swear to Asgore... " Minuets went by, Muffet was full to bursting at this point! "Hurry up hurry up hurry up! I need this human to show up right now! But finally, her wait was over. There came the small child entering the cave. "(gasp) I need to act natural!" She tried to straighten herself up, but her arms still grasped her crotch. The child walked up the trapped spider to examine her, Muffed greeted the human by saying "Welcome little one, I heard you like crush spiders... is that right?". It looked back at her in confusion. "Frisk... that's your name isn't it? You're going to pay for what you did!". Frisk could tell something was off with her... "Ready to fight... pathetic human?!" Frisk drew her knife and prepared for an attack. Muffet is now realizing something.... she can't move... "Umm human... be a dear... and use that blade of yours to cut me loose." Frisk looked at her in utter confusion. "I-it's so we can have a fair fight! Things aren't going to plan today..." Frisk took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. "Hey what's that s-supposed-" another huge wave of desperation hit her. "Okay okay! I know it sounds weird but I REALLY need to get out of here!" Again, frisk gave the (why should I care?) look. Muffet's body leaned forward again. "F-forget about the fight! I need-" I spurt of pee shot into her bottoms. This actually made Muffet start to panic and blush... "Cut me out now! Please!" Frisk put away her knife and crossed her arms. "You don't understand! I need-" More pee came out of her "Ahhahaahhh! P-please!" Her mind was racing [hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, HOLD IT IN! Ahh I can feel it dripping down my thigh! No please stop! STOP PEEING!] But she lost control... "CUT THE W- Ahaaahaaahahhhh!" Pee gushed out of her, a dark spot appeared on her bottoms, it ran down her legs, and onto the ground in the form of a growing puddle. Frisk had absolutely no idea how to react, so she just awkwardly started to walk away. "No! please....." but Frisk kept on walking... Eventually, Muffet was alone. She looked down at the huge mess she's still making. Her hands came off slowly "S-so much pee... oh my this is so embarrassing..." After a minute of that, it stopped. "Ohh no... (sigh), I guess I better clean up here. I need to get out of this web first..." She looked down and realized something about how the web was stuck on her. "The only way out is too... no... never! I'm not doing that!" The web appeared to be only be stuck to her clothes... We see Muffet minutes later... walking though the cave... naked. Her top arms are covering her breasts, her mid arms are covering her butt, and her lower most arms are covering her crotch. It was her walk of shame. She started giving mean looks to the spiders staring at her. But eventually started walking with her head down in shame. Not only was she naked, but she was also covered in pee. Every spider saw their once tough and intimidating boss, walk out of a fight not only naked... but also wet in her own "accident". She had never been this red faced before in her whole life. She was numbed with her own humiliation... The End ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! Any feedback at all would be greatly appreciated! Don't be afraid to say anything, or request something! But anyways... it's been groovy! -Focused Codis
  6. I had to use the bathroom really bad after lunch. Unfortunately, 2 others got in line for the bathroom before me, and the second kid was in there for an eternity. I kept thinking any second he would be done. At that point in life, I thought there was no way a 6 year old actually pees their pants, that there was nothing to worry about. I dont remember much, but I just kept waiting for him to leave. I needed to go worse and worse, and could no longer st tand still. I kept bouncing up and down, thinking the bathroom would open up any second, but it never happened in time. I dont remember the exact details, but all I remember was not being able to hold it for a few seconds, enough for me to start peeing my pants. I just stood their upset and in shock about this, as I kept peeing. I remember standing there helpless, hearing pee run down to the floor and feeling my jeans and underwear become wetter by the second. Eventually, i was able to stop, but not after my jeans were soaking wet. Then, to my anger 2 minutes later, the kid walks out of the bathroom, and I was able to finish, but it didn't help. I had to walk around In wet clothes the rest of the day. Then later, while on the computers, i had to pee again, and before i could think, i was having an accident a 2nd time, though less than the first. The wetness and weakened bladder must have made me give in quickly, as I peed for around 10 seconds, rewetting the areas that had began to dry. Unlike the first time, I had to walk by more people to get back to the bathroom. I couldn't wait for that day to end.
  7. Derek woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. It was his favorite breakfast and his roommates, Kevin and Chris, were cooking it for his 20th birthday. Derek got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. On the way he passed the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had short blond messy hair and was skinny. Girls may have thought he was attractive but he wished he was bigger. Looking at the toilet he realized he had to pee. He thought to himself “I can hold it while I eat” and walked on out to the kitchen. Once he got there breakfast just finished cooking and Kevin was putting it on a plate. Once Chris and Kevin saw him they broke out singing Happy Birthday. Derek expected this but he always hated it, He would much rather Chris and Kevin attack him or something. But he let them know that so so why wouldn’t they do that instead. After they finished they sat down to eat. Derek sat on the couch with his feet up. Derek enjoyed his meal with his favorite breakfast drink, OJ. The OJ was good but did not help his bladder. Once they finished eating Kevin went to get ready for his part time job and Chris went for a walk. Derek just sat there watching tv for awhile, he knew he should go to the bathroom but he didn’t. After a whole his need had increased rapidly and he decided he couldn’t wait. He got up and headed to the bathroom but of course the door was closed. Nick was taking a shower. Standing at the door Derek noticed his need was much worse then he thought, he barley could hold it. Derek pounded on the door yelling “KEVEN” But of course no answer. He leaned against the door crossing his legs and holding himself. Right then Chris came in and headed straight to his room. He came out 5mins later in only his green boxers. Derek have had a crush on Chris forever. He had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had an amazing tan. Just Derek’s type and seeing him in only his green boxers was a dream come true. He went and stood behind Derek grabbing himself as well. Derek looks at him and says “you have to pee really bad too”? Chris nodded bouncing from one foot to another. Derek was doing the same. After what seemed like hours Keven turned the water off. Hearing this Derek once again pounded on the door and yelled “open the door Chris and I are about to piss ourselves”! Keven opened the door to see both his roommates with there legs crossed and holding them self’s. As soon as the door opened Chris tried to push pass Derek but Derek pushed him back and said “wait your turn”! Chris replied “I can’t, I’m about to piss my pants”! “So am I!” Derek said as he walked into the bathroom. Chris tried to follow him but Derek pushed him out saying “wait your turn” and closing the door and locking it. Derek could feel hot piss leaking into his pants but since his shorts were black you couldn’t see any wetness. He got to the toilet and pulled down his pants and undies and legged the lid. As he released Chris heard and couldn’t take it anymore. His own bladder released. It started and a stream but quickly turned into a jet of hot piss soaking his green boxers and running down his legs foaming a huge pee puddle around his feet. Chris couldn’t believe what was happing but it felt so good he didn’t care. After he finished what happing dawned on him and he turned bright red in embarrassment. Right then the bathroom door opened reveling Derek. As Derek stood there staring, Chris started to cry. Looking at Chris Derek couldn’t help but to think he looked cute. Keven came out of his room to see what all the noise was. When he saw Chris he stopped in his tracks. Derek wrapped his arms around Chris who was still crying.
  8. Chapter 1 Daria was dying. Her bladder pressed hard against the tight waist of her khakis that cut off at the ankles to show off her sexy feet in designer flip flops. Her tight top stretched tight over her boobs as her tits erected out like arrowheads from the pressure she dealt with. The physical agony was bad enough. Those five water bottles she sucked down throughout the party had really gone to her. She was sitting and talking to some other twenty something years olds like herself from around town in her college campus while crossing and shaking her legs aggressively. “Oh holy crap,” she whispered to herself. So low, as it was from an intense and slight pulse that made her feel like her belly would pop out any second. Her toes curled as her feet shook and sweat fell down her head. “Why did I drink so much and hold it for so long?” She wondered. Daria got up from her chair and prayed there wouldn’t be a line at the bathroom. Apparently there was only one in the house but alas, she stopped in the hallway and threw her arms up in frustration then rubbing her hands down her face as her legs squeezed over each other tight. She stated at three other girls as beautiful as she was squirming gently outside the bathroom door painfully holding back their bladders as well. The one at the front, Erin, was in a red sweater and black tights with slippers. She held her hand gently against her crotch as she bounced with an annoyed expression across her face. Behind her was Alex. A thin and tan hottie with long legs in short short jeans and a red shirt with buttons. Her arms wrapped around her chest and bit her lips as her foot tapped. Behind her and in front of Daria was Joanna. A tall gal with tight blue jeans and wearing a purple top. She stood with her legs crossed and hands in her pockets. Anxious and in agony . Daria walked up asked, “Um, I’m sorry to trouble you. But....could I possibly cut in front?” The girls all turned their heads shocked as they were bouncing around themselves. “Hells no.” They each replied. Daria felt like collapsing to her knees and crying however, she had to pursue on. She squirmed at the end of the line, legs rubbing against each other and feet pacing back and forth as she worried and held in a watery load anxiously. Meanwhile not far behind was Billy. A horny omorashi obsessed guy who from behind the corner of the wall started to cum himself in aw from watching those four beauties squirm . To be continued
  9. A post in this thread made me think of a new fantasy. While inside the main room at the ski lodge... I would be wearing two diapers, with two pairs of lined rain/snow pants under a pair of insulated puffy ski bibs; to the point where it's obvious what I'm wearing underneath. I've just checked into my room, only to find the toilets are shared. I needed to pee after drinking plenty of water on the two-hour drive up. Unfortunately, there's a super long line filled with a group from one of the buses that just unloaded. So I decide to wait for the line to clear, and walk over (crinkling and swishing away) to a chair and sit down. Then someone, who I didn't know noticed me, comes over and sits next to me across the table. We start to chat and drink a lot of coffee and water for an hour or so. At this point I'm slowly squirming around, but my new friend keeps ordering more coffee for us, while the staff keeps refilling my water with every round. All of a sudden I feel a slight spurt go in my pants; so I quickly cross my legs, making a noticeable crinkling noise. I say "I've got to head to the bathroom, had a few too many coffees." But before I can get up, they whisper they know I'm wearing diapers and that unless I sit back down, they'll loudly ask, "Are you wearing diapers?" They tell me that I'm to follow them outside, walk to the top of the hill, and wet my pants before inner-tubing back down. As we head outside, I see there's only one inner tube left. My friend says they'll sit on my lap on the way down, just in case I try to fake wetting myself before getting back to the lodge. As we make our way up, I'm bursting beyond belief. They say I have to hold it to until the top, and they've added the condition that I wet while waiting in line to go down the hill. They'll walk behind me to ensure there's no 'trail' left in the snow. Once we reach the top, we get in line and they say I can finally let go. I begin wetting, but it lets out a loud hissing noise, so I push the inner-tube against my bibs to try to stop it. This quiets the noise, but at this point I start flooding my diaper. I feel it slowly absorbing the warmth all around, but then the line starts to move. I walk with my legs spread apart, trying to keep it going, but it's bunched up and uncomfortable. As we wait for the next group to go, I slowly pull at my thick pants, only to feel the diaper slip. Piss rushes down my right thigh, soaking into the cotton-lined nylon snow pants. The warmth causes me to let loose, fully emptying my bladder. I lean to ensure I properly wet both sides, putting my hands on my knees feeling the pee running down my legs, and starting to spread up the front of my bibs. Amazingly nothing leaks through, and the pee that didn't soak my diapers and pants pools in my boots. My friend, smiling, whispers to me, "lucky nobody was behind us just now. You're pants are sagging a little. You done?" I nodded as we made our way to the front of the line in a couple minutes. I sit down in the inner tube, and my friend sits in my lap. I was nervous about them asking why we only having one inner tube, but then I felt the warm, wet feeling all over my thighs, butt, and stomach as we sat there. The guide from the lodge then grabs our inner tube and shoves us down the hill. When we reach the lodge I’m starting to get a little cold. I say I really have to change out of my clothes, take a shower, and do some laundry. They say I need to do one more thing, inviting me up to their room. It’s on the top floor, and I see they have a shower and toilet in their room. They explain they book the room for the winter and go up every weekend, knowing people wet on the slopes. They say they did the same and noticed there’s always adult diapers in the bathroom trash, and people doing laundry, so they look for single people with bulky pants. They tell me to get in the bathtub and take off my jacket, boots, and socks; they’ve been holding the entire time and really need to go. So I lay down in the tub, unzip my bibs, and pull back my pants. The pee starts running down the front of my chest, warmly pooling around my mid-section. They stop, and tell me to zip the bibs back up. They then start pissing all over my bibs back and forth for a full minute; when they finish I stand back up, feeling the piss rush down the inside of my pants and down the drain. Now I can shower; so I take off the diapers before putting the pants and bib back on. Once the water is warm, they take the removable shower head and shove it down my bibs. As the water begins filling up my pants I see yellow liquid running out the bottom of the pants, before turning clear. I then take off the clothes and finish showering, wrap my clothes up in another towel and head downstairs to do laundry. Luckily nobody seems to notice as I start the washing machine. We go sit down next to the fire in the main lobby, and my friend tells me I’m more than welcome to do this any time, before ordering another round of coffee… Sorry for the long read, hope you enjoyed!
  10. Did you keep it a secret from them? Did they find out in the most embarrassing way? Did they tease you for it? Were you open about it?
  11. One thing that I find somewhat off putting in a lot of omorashi videos is the girl's underplayed reaction to having wet herself. In many cases they don't seem as ashamed as that situation would make them in real life. Does anyone know of any videos that feature more of this aspect of omorashi? Thanks
  12. So this is basically a page to tell your embarrassing experiences at others places, could be a friend or another person Anybody else had a bed wetting experience at a sleepover?
  13. The light flicked on as the door was slammed shut. A lock clicked and Maxon leaned against the door. My heart was pounding and adrenaline coursed through my veins. After a minute or so Maxon let out a long sigh before taking the two and a half steps to the back wall and sitting on the bench. "Come sit America." He patted the bench beside him. I hesitantly came and sat on the hard board. Maxon wrapped his arm around me and we were silent. I looked around the room we found ourselves in. It was about 5 feet deep and 7 feet long. It was mostly empty, save for a shelf against one wall filled with supplies, the bench we were sitting on, and a sink and toilet next to the shelf. There's no way I'll be using that. There wasn't much else I could do, so I leaned against Maxon and thought about how lucky I was to have been with him when the rebels attacked otherwise I don't think I would have made it to the only bunker I knew about. It felt like it had been forever since we had been locked inside the safe room. There was no way to tell how many hours had passed. It was silent, although there was no way of telling whether that was because of soundproofing or not. Maxon and I had chatted on and off and eaten a small meal. I was glad to be with him, but there was a small problem. I had to pee. Badly. I shifted in my seat. Judging by my inability to sit still I had at most 15 more minutes until I had to relieve myself. I really didn't want to do that in front of Maxon. I gazed longingly at the small toilet next to the sink. "America? America? What's the matter?" "Huh?" "You look pained. What's the matter?" "Um…" I started. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't admit to him that I needed to relieve myself, but then again I couldn't hold my aching bladder for much longer. "Nothing. I'm fine." "You don't look fine. What's the matter?" "I told you. Nothing is the matter. I'm just restless is all. When do you think they will come let us out?" "Hmm, hard to say. Usually everyone gets out within 48 hours but sometimes the guards miss one or two of the more hidden rooms. All the doors open in four days regardless though." I accidentally whimpered. "America, something is wrong and I need you to tell me what it is." "Well, if we're in here much longer you'll find out anyway." I took a deep breath. "I have to pee." "Pee?" "Yeah. Very badly if I'm being honest." "So… go. The toilet won't explode you know." "I can't go with you here! It's embarrassing." "Oh. I hadn't thought about it like that." "Yeah. I didn't even want to tell you. It's embarrassing." "America, you're twisting yourself into a pretzel over there. Just go. I promise I won't look and I'll even plug my ears and sing a song if I have to." I couldn't hold it for much longer and I definitely didn't want to wet myself so I stood up. "Okay. Just look away please. And don't tell anyone okay?" "Who would I tell?" "Promise me please." "I promise." He looked me in the eyes and then faced the opposite wall. I lifted up my skirt and sat down on the toilet. I waited and waited for what felt like an eternity. "Hey Maxon?" "Yes?" I hesitated, making sure I was fully covered. "Could you come turn the tap on? I can't go with you listening." "Of course America," He stood up, making an effort not to look at me and quickly turned on the tap before returning to where he was sitting. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the splashing from the sink, grateful Maxon had turned it on full blast. All of a sudden a more powerful gush of liquid overtook the sound of the faucet. I feel my face getting redder and redder as I sat, sure that Maxon could hear every single drop thundering into the bowl despite the faucet. This was definitely not ladylike. Thankfully my stream slowly died down and then stopped. I was sure I would be sitting on the toilet peeing for ages. Now, where was the toilet paper? I scanned the tiny room and the shelves. Why the hell was the toilet paper all the way up there? I couldn't even reach it if I wasn't squatting on the toilet. "Maxon?" I asked timidly, making sure my legs were pressed together and my dress was covering what it needed to. "Yeah?" "I...I can't reach the toilet paper." He looked over his shoulder at me then quickly panned to the shelves. "That's absurd! Who in their right mind would put it up there?" "Could you get it for me?" "Yeah," He scrambled up again, walked over to the shelves, and easily plucked the roll of toilet paper off the top shelf. He handed it to me, looking away. I thanked him quietly and waited until he sat back down with his back turned to carefully lift my skirt and quickly wipe before standing and flushing. Then I washed my hands and sat at the far end of the bench, away from Maxon. I couldn't bear to sit near him or even look at him. I might as well go home as soon as we're let out because I don't think I'll be able to look that man in the eyes ever again. The minutes ticked by and at some point Maxon came and silently sat next to me. Still I don't look at him. He put his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. "I'm sorry." Maxon breathed into my ear. "Pardon?" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to look, I swear." "I know." "So you're not upset with me?" "No. It was an accident." "So why won't you look at me?" I sighed. "I'm just really embarrassed." "About what? Peeing?" "Yeah." "I know this probably won't help but I'm going to say it anyway. You don't need to be embarrassed about a natural function. Everyone does it. I've had to rush out of more than a few overly long meetings." He squeezed my shoulders tightly in a hug. "Thanks." I breathed. We descended into silence. It was nice to have Maxon's arm around me and feel his warmth seeping through my clothes. Every so often he would shift and I didn't think too much of it until it started happening more frequently. I turned and looked at him. "Um… Maxon?" Do you have to pee? "Why are you moving so much?" "Uh… No reason America." "Is it the same 'no reason' as I gave earlier?" Maxon just looked at me. "Well?" "Yeah." "So go. If I didn't need to be embarrassed then neither do you." "It's different." "Why?" "Because you have that dress to keep you covered. I have to um…excuse my language... whip it out when I go." "So? You face away from me when you do it. I can't see anything. And even if that wasn't true, you didn't watch me so I won't watch you." "I suppose you're right. I just feel really vulnerable." "I know." I rubbed his hands which were still clasped tightly around my midsection. "Okay… America, please let me up." I shuffled out of the way and he stood up. I slid down the bench so I was not as close to the toilet so as to give him some semblance of privacy. I shut my eyes tightly and waited. The sound of his zipper seemed to echo around the room. Then silence. And more silence. Then it started. I tried not to listen, I really did. It echoed so loudly throughout the room that it was impossible to not hear it. He peed louder than I had which was weirdly relieving. The stream turned into a trickle and then it was just drops until I heard his zipper again. The toilet flushed and I heard him move to the sink and start washing his hands. "You can open your eyes you know," he said, with laughter in his voice. I opened my eyes, sure I was blushing. He met my gaze on the mirror and smiled before turning to the shelves. "I'm getting tired of sitting on the bench. How about I roll out these sleeping mats and we sit somewhere more comfortable?" "That sounds good to me." "Alright then." He took down two rolled mats and then two blankets and finally two pillows. He rolled them out onto the floor opposite the shelves. Then he unfolded the blankets and placed them on top of the mats. Finally, he put the pillows against the wall. "Your bed for the night m'lady." He said gesturing. "I'm hoping we don't actually need to sleep here," I said, sitting down next to him. "I could think of worse things than having to curl up with you in my arms." "Oh, Maxon! You're always so smooth" "Thank you, I try." I laughed. We chatted for a while longer, savoring the time we spent embraced. Finally, Maxon yawned and I followed suit. He stood up. "I think it's time for us to get some sleep." I nodded. He held out his hand and helped me up. "There's a dress here that you could sleep in. I don't imagine you would want to sleep in that, as beautiful as it is," he handed me a folded pile of cloth, "I'm going to...uh… go again, but I won't turn around until you tell me I can," he assured me, his ears and cheeks turning a bit pink. Maxon turned around and I unfolded the dress. It was very plain and very large, but the fabric felt comfortable enough. I laid it on the bench and went to unzip my dress but found I couldn't reach the zipper. Maxon was peeing so I continued struggling. When it had been silent for a bit I turned. "Maxon?" "Yes, America?" "I can't unzip my dress. Will you give me a hand?" "Of course." Maxon washed his hands and then stood behind me. His fingertips were hot against my skin and I felt electricity buzz as the zipper moved down my back. I almost told him to just take everything off but stopped myself. This had been such an enjoyable time that I didn't want to spoil it by making a fool of myself like I had the night I tried to seduce him. "There you go." Maxon patted me on the back and moved away again. I looked behind me to make sure he had his back turned before quickly dropping my dress and pulling on the other one. "Okay." I said, turning around. I was swimming in this dress but that was good because I didn't have a bra on and peeing in front of Maxon was as intimate as I wanted to get with him tonight. I didn't think I could deal with any more embarrassment tonight and I may die if Maxon realized I wasn't wearing a bra. He turned around and smiled. "You look so cute. Sadly there's no toothbrushes or toothpaste so I guess it's just time for bed." "Okay," I nodded and laid down on the mat nearest the bench. Maxon grabbed a flashlight, set it on the bench, turned out the lights, laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around me. "Good night America." "Good night Maxon." -------------- When I woke up, Maxon was still fast asleep with his arms around me. It took me a second to realize what had woken me up. But I figured it out when another cramp hit my stomach. Oh God. Not this, please. It's one thing to pee in front of someone but it's another to poop. I didn't poop in front of anyone. I didn't even poop in public restrooms. I definitely couldn't poop in front of a guy I liked. He'd wake up and smell it and I think I would die of embarrassment. Another cramp hit and I almost whimpered. I had to go, there was no way around it. I just couldn't wake Maxon. I carefully moved his arms off of me, blushing when I realized that my dress had ridden up almost to my hips. It’s a good thing I woke up before Maxon. I carefully crawled out and padded my way to the toilet. "Merica?" Amazon's sleepy voice caught me just as I was about to pull my panties down. I cursed him in my head. "Yeah?" I tried to answer without my voice wavering. Like I didn't have a care in the world. "What are you doing?" He shuffled, as if he was sitting up. Then I heard him grab the flashlight. "Nothing! It's okay. You don't need to see. Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you." "Oh that's okay. I feel well rested anyway. I think I'll just stay up." "Maxon please go back to sleep." I tried again, but this time I was unable to keep my voice steady. "Okay. Now I know something is the matter. What's going on America?" A sudden, harsh light illuminated the small space. I couldn't see him, but he definitely could see me. A beat of silence. Then another. Then another. "Oh! I'm sorry America! I didn't realize you were in the process of peeing." The light shut off and I was left with those annoying light spots. I was debating whether or not to say that I was done, wash my hands and go back to bed in the hopes that Maxon would fall asleep again but then I was hit with another cramp and, to make matters worse, a large fart rang out too. I was utterly frozen in the silence. "America?" A tentative whisper broke the silence. "Yes?" I managed to choke out. "You don't have to pee do you?" "No." I gasped. My cheeks were wet. I didn't even know when I had started to cry. There was shuffling. "I put the flashlight back and am currently pressing my pillow to my ears. I'm sorry that's the best I can do." I didn't know whether I wanted to shrink into a tiny speck of dust or go hug Maxon. Apparently there was a third option because my bowels were going to move no matter what. I hastily pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet, grateful for the darkness. And just like that I started. I swear to God I've never ever had this much inside me. Thankfully the cascade ended and I carefully wiped before quickly flushing, hoping that there wasn't too much of a lingering stink. I washed my hands and then reluctantly went back to the mats. As I laid down, Maxon took the pillow off of his head. Then he took me by the waist and pulled me into his body. "You know, last night was the best sleep I've gotten in a long time." "I'm glad." I snuggled into his arms and chest. "I'm sorry I woke you up." "America, you know there's nothing to be ashamed about. It's natural. Nothing you could ever do in front of me would make me care about you any less." "Really?" "Really." "Thank you Maxon." Then I started kissing him.
  14. Veronica was close to falling asleep. The platinum-blonde university student adjusted her sprawling position, trying to get comfortable in her single bed. A mild warmth glazed her skin as she pulled the quilt over her body, even though it was only mid-day. The black hoodie and thick grey sweatpants she was wearing cocooned her. This nap has been heavily anticipated. If Veronica was lucky, she might dream about Katie. That all-too-frequent scene comes to her mind, where the shower is turned off and the bathroom door creeks open. Her short roommate would slip out with a towel wrapped around her torso from her post-gym clean up, her skin exfoliated and her chestnut-coloured hair damp. Sometimes when she walked through the living area on way to her room, Veronica might be lounging on the shared couch, and she’d glance up to see those bare legs. Maybe her gaze would linger too long, and Katie would catch staring her with an exaggerated eye-roll, sending an exciting jolt of shame through her body… Damn it. She was supposed to be napping. Although she tried to clear her mind as she wrapped her arm tighter around the pillow, Veronica’s attention was drawn to certain lower pressure she didn’t expect. God, did she really have to piss now? It was pretty a mild twinge but noticeable all the same. Veronica squirmed slightly. She could hold a little bit of pee for a quick nap, couldn’t she? Especially considering that heavenly heavy sensation had already flooded her limbs. She was way too comfortable to push herself out of bed. There wasn’t much doubt that her body would stir if her need got serious, and it might even stop her from sleeping too long. Yeah, it was decided. Sheer laziness had overruled her fear of waking up to a wet mattress. Cupping her crotch with her palms and squeezing her thighs together (just as a precaution) Veronica did her best to relax, and soon sleep overcame her. Consciousness arrived with severe cramp in her bladder. Veronica gasped, hand clutching her crotch. She bit her lip and curled up in bed. Oh, fuck. The evening sky had set in so the only light breaching the blinds was the faint glow of streetlights. She felt disoriented. Confusion had accompanied her rude awakening. Bleary-eyed and heavy-headed, she was clueless as to how long she slept. You idiot. Despite her foggy mind, Veronica knew she had to get to the bathroom as soon as humanly possible. She felt too hot. Sweat had gathered all over her pale skin and… shit- were her undies damp? The quivering woman cast her blanket across the room and hauled herself upright. On the edge of the bed, Veronica was still gripping her privates as her knees bounced up and down. She allowed herself a moan. Have I ever had to piss this desperately? Forget that. No time to fuck around. Veronica leapt from her bed, and the action was accompanied by a bladder contraction. A spurt of pee warmed her panties; wetness spread over the crotch and partly up the fabric covering her ass. If they were damp before- oh, God- she wore white today, didn’t she? Veronica potty-danced through her dim bedroom to the door. She managed to twist the handle and pull, but as lifted her hand she was struck by another cramp. A more severe leak flooded into her oversaturated underwear. A small wet patch grew slowly on the crotch of her sweatpants, light grey turning darker. The feeling of dread and embarrassment was really setting in now. Twenty years old, and she was about to wet her pants, with a toilet right down the hall and having been in the house all day? Surely, she still had some dignity to save? Whimpering, she stepped into the hall. Veronica moved towards the bathroom, stopping very few steps to bend over and wrap on let around the other. She had both hands shamelessly down her underwear clutching herself as a final resort. After a hallway journey that had no right to seem as long as it did, Veronica reached the bathroom door. Her hands were soaked but her sweats were relatively dry. The student pulled her trembling right hand out of her pants, but before she grabbed the doorknob, a fresh wave of despair fell over her. No… fucking… way… The shower was running. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck The hiss of rushing water almost did it. Veronica almost gave in, but managed to clench it after one thick spurt streamed from her damp crotch, painting a wet line down her inner left thigh. Soon, the last of her composure would crumble. She began to bang at the door with one hand. “Katie! Open this fucking door!” Her entire body was twisting with desperation. “Open up!” “What the fuck, Veronica? I’m in the shower!” she yelled over the gushing of hot water. “You need hurry! I’ve got t-to… to-” “Oh my God. If you need to piss, or whatever, you can wait. Act your age.” Another spray of piss spread over Veronica’s butt and she yelped. “Katie, please… I can’t…” “Go away!” Soon, the sound of the shower was nothing compared to the hissing of the stream below Veronica’s waist. Her bladder finally gave in. The wetness drenched the light grey sweats as the urine poured through her soaked undies. The small circumference of the dark patch quickly streamed up her backside and down her thighs and across her front. Veronica’s eyes fell closed and her mouth hung open like she was drifting off to sleep. A shivering sensation overcame her bottom half as the pressure ebbed away. She moaned. This feels… God… “Veronica?” A light pattering was heard as droplets of pee dropped onto the hardwood floor and absorbed into Veronica’s socks. The exhausted woman had been holding so much, and now she was even pushing slightly, just to somehow participate in this release. Athough she had already practically wet herself, that little effort on her part was all the more humiliating. The stream soon slowed to light trickle, so she had to push a little harder to empty her bladder out. She couldn’t bear to admit how comforting this sticky heat was. Those last spurts felt far more pronounced than the prior cascade, as if the reality was truly setting in. Veronica eventually glanced down at her accident. The fabric of her pants stuck to her like wetsuit now and there was scarcely a dry spot remaining. She shuffled her feet a little to hear the squelching of her socks in the sizeable puddle she now stood in. Out of curiosity she pulled the waistband of her sweats outwards to see her panties for the first time since this situation began. Her pee seemed clear, and so the white briefs didn’t appear comically yellow, but they were certainly soaked; so much so that they were see-through and clinging to her mound. The waistband snapped shut with a wet smack. Veronica straightened her back and breathed out a shaky moan. Her entire body was buzzing with adrenaline; her legs were shaky and weak. It was like the afterglow of sex… but somehow more intense. The embarrassment of having an honest-to-God pants-wetting accident at twenty years old served only to amplify the pleasure of this release. The shame she felt at that thought only pushed her pleasure further, bubbling up inside. While ruminating over this piss-induced euphoria, Veronica paid no mind to the fact that the shower was no longer running. The bathroom door was pulled open. Veronica’s gaze shot up from her wet pants. Her state of confused arousal was far from gone and she could only stand in fearful shock as the towel-wrapped form of Katie appeared in the doorway, smelling like coconut shampoo. Katie’s baby blue eyes first met Veronica’s. There was agitation evident in her pretty features. However, before long those eyes traveled downwards and widened as Katie caught sight of Veronica’s sodden sweats and the puddle at her feet. Katie’s breath hitched. How could Veronica have guessed that wetting her pants would only be the second most embarrassing moment of her evening? Veronica stared at her bewildered crush in silence for a few moments… and then it came. Katie began to squeal with laughter. Delighted wheezing began to breach the quiet of the hallway. She clutched the fold on her towel with one hand and placed the other on her stomach as tears formed in her eyes. Veronica could feel the sting of tears herself. “Oh, fuck!” she choked out. You actually pissed yourself?” Katie returned to laughing for a few moments. “I mean, maybe I should feel guilty, but how the hell have you managed to piss yourself in your own apartment?” Veronica had no idea what to say. Too ashamed to maintain eye-contact, she lowered her eyes to the puddle she made and fidgeted with her fingers as the mockery rang out. After a few indiscernible comments, her roommate’s howling began to fade into some light chuckling. Katie wiped her tears away and Veronica did the same. “Jesus. I almost just peed there too. What a way to end the day! I’ll let you get cleaned up, tiger. Bathroom’s free.” Katie hopped over the large puddle of urine and gave Veronica a supportive slap on her plump and wet backside. “Remember to mop the floor!” With a final laugh Katie closed her bedroom door behind her. Veronica stood frozen in the hallway. The past fifteen minutes had been a fever dream. Her pale cheeks were flushed red but she was fucking clueless as to the cause. Or the specific cause, more accurately. Emotionally, her mind was raving. Her wet clothing had gone cold and she wanted to be rid of them. Especially her underwear. One burning thought, however, was able to triumph over every other confusion or discomfort. She padded through the open doorway on trembling legs, slammed the door behind her, then locked it. She tossed off her hoodie, then peeled off her socks, then her sweats, then her panties, and hopped in the shower. Veronica adjusted the heat, then turned showerhead on and selected pulse. Oh, Katie…
  15. For this story, I had been posting all of the new entries into the original thread, rather than creating a new thread for each chapter. However the problem was that the original thread was labeled as part 1, so this may have caused confusion for some people. So here I will be reposting all of the previous chapters, and the new ones as well from here out. The Legend of Zelda TP Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 1 (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord The Legend of Zelda TP: Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 2 Ilia felt as if she had been walking forever now. Her feet were sore, and this narrow path just went on and on. She looked up above her and could see that the sun was directly over head, thus causing the rocky embankments to either side of her to cast no shadows. The red rock stretched upward like walls, and made her feel uncomfortable, she could easily be cornered here. She couldn't quite remember why she was so on edge, but Ilia felt the recollection pressing at the back of her mind stating that she was fleeing from somewhere, or something. Unbeknownst to her, Ilia had recently been attacked and captured by Bulblins, and held by them in the secret village. Her injures, and initial trauma had caused her to suffer retrograde memory loss. The psychological terror and trauma that she faced at the hands of her captors had now forced her brain into a sort of post traumatic amnesia, which blocked out her recent memories of being held in the village, and how she escaped. It was now reaching the heat of the day. Ilia couldn't remember what happened, but the heat stimulated Ilia's clothes, causing the aroma of old urine to drift upward from her pants. "Pew, why do I smell pee?" She said aloud. She sniffed, "Uugh, is that coming from my pants?" *sniff* "yep, it is. What's going on, did I really wet my pants recently?! I can't remember...My pants are dry now though." Ilia did her best to ignore the smell of what was apparently several day's worth of wetting her pants, but her face would turn beet red with embarrassment every time she caught another wiff of herself. Finally though, it looked as if her embarrassment could come to an end! As the red rock embankments sloped downward, they gave way to a grassy open field with a crystal blue river running through it. Ilia was overjoyed at the thought of cleaning herself and drinking fresh water. Excitedly, Ilia made her way over to the river, got down on her knees, cupped her hands and began to scoop water up to her lips. The cool water felt good against Ilia's dry throat, the march here had been long, hot and dusty. After drinking the clean water for several minutes, she felt refreshed, and turned her attention from her quenched thirst, to her outer body. Ilia observed her surroundings, the road was deserted, with no travelers visible from either direction, much farther ahead, she could make out the shape of a mighty castle, surrounded by a small city. Deciding that she was alone, she stripped her clothes, so that she could go for a dip in the water. once her brown capri pants were off, she looked down at her panties, there was no mistaking it, the urine she had smelled on her pants had definitely come from her own accident. Her white panties were adorned with a large yellow stain in the crotch. She bathed herself for awhile, enjoying the cool water. Once she was finished bathing, Ilia grabbed her pee stained pantsand and underwear, scrubbed them in the river, wrung them out, and set them in the sun to dry. Ilia replaced her breast wrap and chemise and sat down to rest in the grass while her no longer soiled clothing dried. (Artist: unknown.) Once her clothing was dry enough, Ilia continued her journey, she didn't know where else to go, so she headed towards the distant castle. A couple hours later, and she was nearing her destination. Seeing a fork in the road, she peered ahead to ensure she chose the path that lead to the castle, and that's when she saw it, the form of a body, collapsed on the road. Ilia quickly ran over to investigate, and saw that it was a young Zora boy, he was unconscious. "Hello? Is anybody there?! We need some help here!" Ilia called out, as she attempted to lift the boy. Her calls were met with silence upon the empty road. With no help nearby, she had no choice but to move the boy herself. She was a young girl of only sixteen, but she had a fierce mother's spirit in her, and simply could not leave the poor child behind to succumb to his injuries. Though she had grown up in a ranching and farming village, Ilia's father had always been protective of his little girl, and never really subjected her to much if the manual labor. As such, she did not have the brawn needed to lift the boy in her arms, so she pulled his arms over her back, and held on to them as if she were giving him a piggy back ride. Even with the boy's feet dragging in the dirt, Ilia was still struggling to keep him up on her back as she trudged along. With each heavy step she took, she noticed a slight pressure building up in her lower abdomen. Back at the river, Ilia had drank a copious amount of water, and it was quickly catching up to her. Despite the growing pain in her bladder, she ignored it and pushed on, knowing that she could still easily wait awhile before relieving herself, she did not want to stop and then have to pick up the boys again. However, it wasn't long until the weight of the Zora child also caught up to her, and she finally had to stop for a rest. "Hmm, maybe I should go ahead and pee while I am taking a break, so that I don't have to take a break again later." Ilia thought to herself. "Hmm, but there is nowhere to hide, no trees or bushes...it seems weird to do it in front of the boy. What if he wakes up?! That would be awfully embarrassing! Nah, if he was going to wake up, he probably would have already. But what about other travelers, I'm so close to the city now, there are bound to be other people now..." As if on que, Ilia's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a horse and carriage rolling along the path. The sound was coming from the direction which she had come. Ilia looked behind her and saw the wagon approach from over a small hilltop. "I guess I will have to wait after all. It's really not that bad anyway." She thought. Driving the cart was a brawny woman who's prominent features were a pair of enormous, partially exposed breasts. The woman waved at Ilia as she was approaching. "Hello there!" The woman called out as she brought the cart to a halt next to Ilia and the boy. "Are you alright there, Sweetheart?" "I'm alright, but I don't think he is." Ilia replied. "That poor child looks green around the gills, what happened to him?" "I don't really know. I was just traveling along the road, and found him collapsed here. I think maybe he was attacked by monsters." "Hmmm, sounds 'bout right. There's been lots of monsters and other such vile things wandering about lately. You two shouldn't be wandering around by yourselves, let me give you a ride to castle town, we can call for the local physician there." Ilia was feeling wary, as this woman was a stranger, but then she realized that she had no memories, everyone was going to be a stranger. The woman sounded genuine in her desire to help anyway. Plus, Ilia wasn't interested in dragging the child any further. "Okay, that's very nice of you. Can you help me get him into the back of your wagon?" "Sure thing, Sweetiepie!" The lady responded with blunt enthusiasm. Once they were loaded into the cart, and were traveling again, the woman struck up a conversation by introducing herself as Telma. "And what about you, Darling? What's your name?" "My name's... uh" Ilia stumbled with her words. "Uh, well...I don't actually know..." "Don't know your own name?! Didn't your momma ever give you one?" Telma asked. "Well, I'm sure she did, I'm sure that I have a name. I just... don't remember. I can't seem to remember anything right now. I recall traveling here from some dusty area with red rocks everywhere...and then I found this boy..." Ilia blushed as she said this, she didn't know why, but it felt embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless, even though it clearly wasn't her fault. "That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that, Hun. So, red rocks you say? Sounds like you might have been traveling from the Eldin region, you think?" "I guess.." Ilia replied sheepishly, really having no idea. Just then the wagon went over a bump in the road, causing her body to jolt, and her need to pee to intensify. She let out a small squeal and put her hands between her legs. She hadn't expected it, but the jolt forced a tiny dribble of urine into her panties. This surprised her, because she didn't feel desperate enough to be on the brink of an accident or anything. "You alright back there, Sweetie? Didn't mean to give you a fright!" Telma called back over her shoulder. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" She responded. "Just..... well, will we be able to find a toilet soon?" Ilia blushed as she said this. "Don't worry one bit! We're only about five minutes ride from the town gates, and it won't be far from there to my place." Comforted by this, Ilia put on a brave face and waited. She could do this, it wasn't that far, and the pressure wasn't all that bad. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of Castle Town. She was relieved, knowing that the boy would soon be cared for, and that she would soon be able to take care of her business. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and the sensation of the pressure dramatically increasing. She yelped again, and then realized that the pressure was abating very quickly. That's when she felt the warmth spread through her panties. Looking down, Ilia could see that she was wetting herself, it had started so abruptly that she had hardly even realized it was happening. She cried out more loudly than she meant to, and quickly put her hands between her legs again, cupping them over her crotch. It was no use though, her muscles felt weak down there, she couldn't stop the flow. Hot pee was now streaming straight through her panties, through her pants and onto the floor boards of the wagon. "You sure you're alright back there, Honey? I ca-" Telma didn't finish her sentence as she turned back to look at Ilia. The poor girl was a sight, her face was flushed, her eyes were clamped shut, with tears running down her cheeks, and a large pool of urine forming on the floor where she was sitting. After a painfully long moment of silence, Ilia opened her eyes and looked down. Her face instantly turned even redder, and she put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sob that was building in her throat as she saw the puddle she had made. (Artist: unknown.) "Oh-oh no, Telma, I-I'm so sorry, I..." Ilia stammered as she choked back on her words and began to tear up again. "Oh no, no, don't worry about that, Honey, it was just an accident! No need to fuss. I won't tell anyone what happened. Just sit tight, we're almost there, and then I will help you get cleaned up, alright?" Ilia just sat there quietly and nodded her head. Once the covered wagon finally arrived at Telma's bar, she climbed into the back to assist Ilia. Telma found a spare horse blanket among the wagon supplies, and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist to cover up her accident. Some of Telma's patrons came and helped carry the Zora boy inside, while Telma hurried Ilia past the other guests in an attempt to not be noticed. With her face burning red, Ilia just kept her eyes on the floor as they did so, until she was safely in the back room. All the while, she was thinking to herself, "I can't believe I did that. I had an accident right in front of Telma, and in her wagon too! How could this have happened?! I wasn't that desperate yet. It just....happened... Ilia was still unable to remember her time in captivity with the Bulblins at the hidden village. But if she could recall, she would have remembered being tied to a pole with no bathroom breaks. She would remember desperately trying to hold her bladder, sometimes for 1-2 days straight. Holding it till she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen before wetting all over herself. She had no memory of it, but our poor damsel had caused slight damage to her bladder while she was a prisoner. As she will soon come to realize, her bladder control has been significantly weakened.... Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  16. Hi everyone this is my first time sharing a true wetting experience I had about a couple of months ago, I hope you enjoy it and feel free to share any stories of your own related to this one. So anyway, I was driving home from a theatre group I'm with and as I drive away I hold myself as I'd been needing to use the bathroom for a while but just hate using public bathrooms so I hold it which either ends up with me having a close call or in wet pants. As I'm driving I tell myself "I can make it." and "Gotta hold it a little longer." just hoping my bladder muscles don't give in as now I have both hands on the wheel it carries on like this for the rest of the journey but when I get home and turn off the engine my bladder decides that my car seat shall be the toilet and so I start to wet myself without any warning or any leaks first. I try fighting it first but with no luck so I just relax feeling every drop of pee flow out of me soaking my jeans and the car seat thank god none of it went on the floor. I sit there for a good couple of minutes after I finish my accident just taking in what just happened and enjoying the sensation of relief then I snap back into reality "I'm an adult who's just had an accident." I think to myself going a bit red in the face, luckily no one was home so I could hide my pee soaked jeans from my family. and just clean out my car the following day.
  17. I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  18. Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time.
  19. Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."
  20. So I know I haven't posted in forever, I sort of forgot about this website to be perfectly honest....sorry guys! So when I was a senior, I was in a class with all girls. There were no guys in the class, so I was like "hell yeah" from the start. STORY 1: Well, one day this girl that I had sort of a crush on, we'll call her Ki, peed her pants a little. Ki had long, brown, straightened hair, she was probably 5'7'', and of normal build. This day, she had worn a green v-neck t-shirt, and black tights, to which her ass was covered by the back of her shirt. One day, my class and I were all sitting around, laughing up a storm about a video we were all watching. They kept playing it on repeat, and I'd have to say Ki was laughing the hardest out of everyone else. Earlier in class, she had asked to use the rest room. My teacher simply ignored her. She had said something along the lines of "I just have to pee, I'll be really quick!" Everyone in the class started laughing saying "Oh come on! She just has to pee!! She's gonna wet herself if you don't let her go!" Still, my teacher ignored her. So the girls are laughing it up, and laughing it up. Ki wasn't in her seat, she was standing so she could see the video on the phone. She was laughing so hard that she was squatting. Someone saw Ki laughing so hard, and cried, "She's going to pee her pants! She's gonna wet herself!" Ki was still laughing. She couldn't stop laughing. I saw her trying to cross her legs even though she was knelt down, squatting. Still laughing, she put her hand to her crotch. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, watching all of this occur, knowing what's going to happen next. So, between laughs, Ki yelled, "Mrs. ____, can I please use the bathroom?! I need to pee!" Finally, my teacher granted her permission to go pee. But poor Ki had already began going before my teacher said she could. Still squatting, a small stream came dripping out of her tights, through her shirt that was covering up her ass, and onto the floor. Someone saw this, and yelled, "OH MY GOD SHE'S ACTUALLY PEEING HER PANTS! SHE'S WETTING HERSELF!!" Ki quickly stood up, and tried to run out of the classroom, while holding her crotch in an attempt to stop peeing. She was laughing even harder, which didn't help, so instead of running out of the classroom, she stayed in it until she regained control of her bladder. I saw urine dripping down her leggings, while the class was in hysterics laughing at what Ki did. A path of urine on the floor led up to right where she was standing. Ki's blushed, and her eyes welled up as she quickly ran out of the class. She came back a few minutes later, dry, except for the stain on the bottom of her shirt from where her ass had soaked up a lot of urine. She then had to clean up her own mess in front of everyone in the class. STORY 2 So in the same class, there was another girl, named Amber. Amber was short, long brown hair, and also of normal build. Her and I are good friends, and she is cute. She was wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt that day. [Note- this wasn't the same day, this was a while before Ki's accident] So Amber and I were chatting in class, and she had her legs crossed the entire time. When class actually started, my teacher began reading aloud a story for a lesson we had. I kept seeing Amber crossing and uncrossing her legs as my teacher read aloud to us. We weren't really allowed to interrupt because it would make everyone lose focus, so we would always have to wait until she was done with the lesson or story to ask to use the bathroom. Finally, towards the end of the period, my teacher finished. Amber raised her hand to ask to use the bathroom, but my teacher was too busy with talking with other students across the room to notice her. Amber was tapping her foot now, raising her hand urgently. I turned to her to have conversation with her, but she quickly said "I have to pee..." Having the soft voice that she has, me partially being deaf, and me making sure I heard that right, I said, "what?" " I have to pee so bad!! I'm going to piss everywhere!" "Then ask if you can go pee," I teased. She gave me a look, and raised her hand higher. She even called out my teacher's name, but she didn't hear her. "Ughhhh...." Amber moaned. She stood up and walked to her desk. "Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?!" My teacher looked at the time. My school had a rule where you aren't allowed to leave your class ten minutes before the end of the day, as too many kids would leave early to go to their cars and leave the school. "Nope, sorry, you can't wait ten minutes?" "It's an emergency! I'm going to pee all over myself!" Amber begged. "No sorry...." Amber returned to me as we chatted some more, but she only wanted to talk about how badly she needed to pee. "I've been holding it in all day long and I just really need to pee and I don't think I can hold it much longer!!" Five minutes went by, and she began pacing with her hand on her crotch. Another minute went by, and she was right by the door so she could run to the bathroom as soon as the bell rang. Another minute went by- 3 minutes before the bell- and she was now squatting to hold it in. "I actually can't hold it in any longer....literally I'm about to piss all over the place..." she groaned. I said to her, "you can't just hold it for like three minutes?" "No-ho-ho..." she said. A minute went by again, two minutes before the bell, and she said, "fuck it, I'm just going to piss..." and she began wetting her pants. She tried to contain it with having her hand on her crotch, but it overflowed, and poured all over the classroom floor, and all over the front of her thighs. It went all over her ass. At this point, she admitted defeat, spread her legs, and accepted the fact she was wetting. Some people stared, and others ignored it. An enormous puddle was at the bottom of her moccasins, with the puddle rippling from the drips going down her yoga pant legs. Her pants were drenched. I stayed after school with her as she wiped up the mess she made, embarrassed, but relieved from her bladder. I poked fun at her from it, but she didn't care too much since I was her friend.
  21. I had my first genuine accident in quite some time on Saturday. I didn't enjoy it - I'm hypocritical in that I'm much more into accidents than deliberate wettings but absolutely hate my own accidents and react pretty badly to them, and I've never deliberately wet myself in public because I'm too embarrassed. I hope you enjoy it though! So I went for a day trip to a neighbouring country by ferry to enjoy the snow and do some mountain activities. Since I spent most of the day on the mountain I was wearing boots, grey jeans (not very dark), 3 layers of clothing and a jacket. I never use public toilets when abroad unless they are unisex because I'm too scared of how people might act. Usually I hold it in until I'm at the hotel but since this was a day trip, there was no hotel this time. I was on a tour with a coach so I planned to use the bathroom on the coach, but it turned out it didn't have one. So I knew I was going to be in for a few rough hours in the evening until I boarded the ferry back home (most people sleep on the ferry so if worst comes to worst I could dare use the toilets there because they'd likely be empty). Anyway, had a really fun day, and by the time the coach was on the way back to the port I had to go quite a bit. Not quite desperate but bothersome and - since I'm into omorashi - also enjoyable. So when we got to the ferry I decided I would hold it for the 2 hour trip and go at home. What I forgot was that although I hadn't had a lot to drink during the day since I left my bottle of water in the coach, I had had quite a bit at dinner and it was all making its way to my bladder. So there I am, next to the window seat getting very desperate very quickly. At this point I was in pain and wasn't enjoying it anymore. I would have gone to pee but the man sitting next to me was a stranger and he was asleep after a tiring day. Ever shy, I was too embarrassed to wake him up just so I could go to the toilet so I just held it (at least for a while ). It was quite hot on the ferry so I took of my jacket and one layer of clothing to allow more room for the rest of my clothing and hopefully ease the pressure on my stomach/bladder region. Again, too embarrassed to undo my zipper or belt. I was squirming in my seat with one hand in my crotch, taking it away whenever someone passed (thankfully not often). I was scared that I wouldn't make it and started panicking and that never helps. The man next to me slept for the entire trip and it started dribbling out when there were about 30 minutes left. I didn't know what to do so I stayed in the same position except my heart was beating a million times faster. Just a couple of minutes later I couldn't hold it any longer and full on peed myself, panties, jeans, socks, boots and all. Most of it ended up in my boots so not much made it on the carpeted floor (if at all) and there was a dark spot on my jeans which was visible but not so much in the darkness. The tears came as soon as I realised I couldn't stop because I hadn't had a public unintentional accident in years but luckily I cried silently and the man next to me slept on, oblivious to what the girl next to him had just done. I used some tissues to dry my face and also the tiny puddle on the chair as best I could then just hid beneath my jacket. When we arrived I sat as long as I could, acting as though I was waiting for the rest of the queue to get off first. Eventually I had to wear my jacket because it was almost midnight so I tried to disguise my wet jeans using shopping bags and hoped no one would notice the dark spot in the darkness of the night. Luckily there was no customs or security to go through (which is stupid to be fair) so I just had to walk straight out as fast as I can to find my mum's car, who was picking me up. She knows the struggles I face and was sympathetic but it didn't make me feel much better about having wet myself. I can only be a bit excited about it now that's it over.
  22. a lot like my last one, but with a bit less desperation tracer pops out of a mission for a sorely needed bathroom break she accidentally farts trying to push out a bit more... not realizing she's still on active voice contact with mercy nudity involved omoop3vr2.mp4
  23. I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration. She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered. Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode. The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks. "I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance. "We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days? She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod. The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed. There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.". The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure. There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure. With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified! When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her. "Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted. The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased.
  24. Hey all, a number of people liked my last story about Grasen so I thought I'd share another one. First off, let me just clarify some stuff. I don't know how lucky I am. Hell, I'm only 20 years old, and I've had a decent number of wetting experiences. From people I wasn't attracted to, and a lot of people I was/is attracted to, I've seen it all. I want to share from my high school days up until recent wettings I've experienced, because a.) I've experienced a few back in my school days and b.) I would rather start from the old and work to the new. Now, like I said about how lucky I am. Grasen is seriously a gorgeous girl. Unfortunately, I don't talk to her anymore, because of reasons that got in between us. I don't want to bore you guys and gals with that. But aside from that, let's share this story up. So I remember I was hanging out with Grasen and her friends. We all went to the movies as a group. I can't remember what movie it was, but I remember it being funny. (SPOILER- the way I remember this is because Grasen ended up wetting herself laughing so hard. Writing this, I'm beginning to think that maybe she really did have a fetish. I know it's not easy to piss yourself involuntarily when laughing too hard.) Anyways, we were ordering popcorn and drinks and all that good stuff, when Grasen randomly started getting a little antsy. She was sort of walking around a little bit in the line with us. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh yeah, I'm fine...don't worry about it," Grasen said with a smile. We started ordering our snacks. Grasen ordered a large drink. "Grasen, you're a small girl, do you think you can even manage drinking all that?" I joked to her. "Hey...you don't think I can drink this all by myself, don't you?" I bet her that she couldn't. "Actually, can I get an extra-large drink?" She said, smirking at me. "Wow...you're gonna need to piss something fierce when you're done drinking it," I said. "I already need to piss," Grasen said. "Can I just use the bathroom before we go watch the movie?" I was just about to say yeah, when her friend Sophie turned and said, "No, we're already late for the movie. We're not waiting for you." So we walk into the movie theater. "I've gotta make sure you drink it all," I said. So I sat next to her. That was only half of the reason why I wanted to sit next to her. Other than the fact I liked her, I hoped for the possibility of her wetting herself again. We sat down, but the movie was already playing. Honestly, I can't remember what movie it was, or what it was even about, because I was more focused on Grasen than I was on the movie. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't creepily staring at her throughout the movie or anything lurky like that, but every now and then I would nonchalantly glance over at her. She was sipping on her drink a lot. I guess she was determined to prove me wrong or something, haha. Within 10 or 15 minutes or something like that, she was finished with her drink. "Told you I could do it," Grasen whispered, grinning. "Ah, well, congrats," I whispered back. "Grasen [Last name will be unmentioned], you just drank the world's largest beverage. How do you feel now that you have completed this daring stunt?" "I don't know," she said. "But my bladder feels like it's gonna explode any second..." She snickered. She did the normal "I need to pee really bad" signs throughout the movie. You know, the hand on crotch-bouncing leg-crossed legs-sighing bit. The desperation was like any other. "Grasen, why don't you just pee?" I finally said. "I don't want to miss anything in this. I hate missing things in movies. I'll just wait until the movie is over to pee, I guess." Now this is where more suspicion of her possible fetish comes into play. I was as horny as a dog then. I was so aroused, I was actually light-headed and a little dizzy. Well, I guess she could see I was more focused on her desperation than the movie. Because that's when it happened. Something funny happened in the movie. Grasen laughed out loud, titling her head back to laugh. She took her hand off of her crotch to place it on her chest. She uncrossed her legs to lean forward, laughing. She leaned back again, and we both looked down at her tight black yoga pants. I really couldn't see much of what was happening as it was dark in the theater, and her pants were black. But I knew what was happening. We both made eye contact. I pretended not to know what was happening. "What?" I said laughing. "I'm peeing my pants!" She yelled. People in the audience started to look, but I guess couldn't see so they turned back to watch the movie. "Wait, for real?" I said. "Yes!" She spread her legs to show me. Yep, she peed. Actually, she was still going. I could barely see it because of the lights being dimmed, but sure enough, a huge river came out of her crotch, spreading all over of the seat. "Oh my god, Grasen," said Sophie. "Really? Again?" said another one of her friends. Her friends were trying to make her feel bad. I didn't want to be an ass and start getting mad at her, in fact, I was contemplating THANKING her and possibly even kissing her. Sort of wish I did. Instead of laughing at her like her friends did, I laughed with her. Her friends went back to watching the movie. We both were laughing about how she was wetting. "I can't believe you pissed yourself again!" I said. "I'm still peeing!" she said. I heard dripping on the floor. She closed her legs to try and stop. "Did that help?" I asked. "No, I'm still going," she said. She had a look of worry on her face. "Oh," she moaned. "My pants are gonna be covered, I can't stop going...and I just bought these, too...." I felt a little bad. "Just try and stop it with your hand or something?" She did. "That stopped it, I guess...eh, whatever, I've had to pee all day long, I just haven't had the time to go to the bathroom. I guess now is my only chance to actually use it." Grasen whispered. "What do you mean?" "Like, I still really, really need to go. I'll just go the rest right here, I guess," she said. Sure enough, she spread her legs again. I looked and saw that river coming out again. Just then, the movie ended, and the lights came on. As everything got bright, I look at Grasen. Her eyes were closed and her head was titled back. She had a look of relief on her face. Her friends ended up just walking out of the movie, embarrassed about Grasen. I stayed. Grasen opened her eyes. "Did they leave?" she asked. "Yeah...assholes. Are you done peeing?" I replied. "No," she stood up. Her ass was drenched. "I'm still going, I'm almost done." Her stream now went all over the sides of her legs and to the front. After like 10 or 15 seconds, she said she was done. People in other rows walked past and stared at Grasen, giving her dirty looks and glaring. Someone said, "Go back to preschool, bitch." We ignored it, but Grasen looked embarrassed. "Hey, it's okay," I said. "This happens to tons of people." "Yeah, I guess you're right." We stared at the mess she made and started laughing about it. Her seat? Absolutely soaked. They're cloth seats, with metal at the ends. The cloth absorbed a lot of her piss like a sponge. But the floor was a pretty good sized puddle. And she stood in it. She felt the seat. "Oh my god, it's so wet," she said as she looked at her pants. "Look at my pants!" Her pants were ruined. They were those loose type of yoga pants. The ones that start off tight at the top, and at the bottom are baggy. Anyways, her legs were covered and the pants stuck on tight close to her skin. She wore light brown moccasins that were now dark brown and wet. "We should probably go home now," she said. She led the way, where I had full-access view of her ass, which was covered in piss due to her sitting and peeing. As I walked past her seat, I quickly felt it. God damn, what a mess she made. Anyways, that's the end of my story, I hope you guys liked it. I only have a few more stories to share about Grasen's accidents, so I'll save those for other times. I'll tell more stories about other people in the meantime. I'm also willing to make friends too, just add me as a friend and we can chat in the private messages! Anyways, what are your thoughts on this? Thanks for reading!
  25. I will try to remember and write out this as best as I can. This experience took place about a few months ago. I was having a movie marathon with my friend, Finn. This was the first time I'd ever gone to his apartment, and I was a bit nervous and fidgety. The one thing I should mention about myself is that I have a very weak bladder, and Finn has an obsession with Coca-Cola. Now, I'm talking bottles, and bottle, and bottles. In turn, he always offers me some, which I obligingly drink. This applies to every time I hang out with Finn. So there we were. A full day of movies, and popcorn, and of course-- Coca-Cola. I was sipping on my water, Finn was drinking his Coke. I had drank one bottle, whereas he had drank 3, and still going strong. Now, I'm not quite sure if Finn has a bladder of steel, but he was completely fine. We were only halfway into the second movie when I started to feel it. Pain. Right in my abdomen. I hoped it was just some sort of cramping, but deep down, I knew what it was. My bladder, telling me to go and take a piss. But I didn't want to bother Finn to ask where the bathroom was, as he seemed quite interested in the film. So I sat, rigid, with my thighs together and my hands in my lap, and I hoped that Finn would not notice anything different. But he freakin did. He looked at me, with a bit of a concerned look. "Are you ok?" he asked. "You look a bit sick." It was the perfect time to ask. He had paused the movie, I could've asked, and it would've been done. But no, I was simply to embarrassed to say something. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a bit lightheaded," I replied. That was a terrible mistake. You see, I have low blood pressure, which can often times make me lightheaded, dizzy, and sluggish. The fix for that is more sugar and iron. And you know what we had right there, that contains a lot of sugar? Coca-Cola. Finn pulled a bottle from the case and handed it to me. "This'll make you feel better, right?" "R-Right..." I took the bottle, cracked it open, and took a sip. He still looked at me expectantly. So I took another long sip. He was then satisfied, and turned back to watching the movie. Then that movie ended. So he put in another one. I was in so much pain. In the past, I had fantasized about being in a scenario like this, but in those, it always ended up ok, and the other person got off on it. But this time, it was real, and I didn't know how Finn would react if I wet myself, right on his couch. I was shaking a bit, and it took so much of my energy to keep all the urine inside of me. I was tearing up, the pain was so bad. I quickly glanced to Finn, and was relieved to see him invested in the film. I grabbed myself, and rubbed my thighs together. A spurt of pee left me, and I let out a small gasp. Luckily, the sound of the movie was turned on loud enough that Finn didn't hear me. I was tempted to check for a dark patch, but I realized that if I did, I would lose it completely. Instead, I tensed up and tried to keep the floodgates closed. Whenever a loud crash came on the tv, I let out a little whimper or whine, and everything was riding on my ability to ask where the toilet was after the film ended. It was almost over, at most 15 minutes left. I tried to take deep breaths and calm down, and attempted to relax a bit. But we were at the climax of an action film, and while my eyes were closed and I tried to stay calm, a loud bang rang out from the speakers, making me jump and gasp. It all came out. I grabbed myself, attenpting to stop the flow, but I couldn't. I could feel Finn looking at me, as anyone would if your friend was wetting themself in front you. I moaned, and sighed, and let out little noises and whimpers, as I tried my best to stop wetting myself. Eventually, I gave up, and relaxed, eyes closed, letting out a long, shaky breath as the urine hissed out of me, soaking my jeans. The stream must've lasted at least a minute, and by the time I was finished, I was panting. I opened my eyes, and turned to look at Finn. He looked so shocked, and the moment my eyes met his, I looked away, biting my lip. In all my fantasies, the other person was turned on, and very open about it. But this was different. It was happening, and I was too embarrassed to even look at Finn. Tears began to build up in my eyes, and I let out a soft whimper. Finn stood up, and cleared his throat. "I-It's ok, you know. Everybody has accidents," he said awkwardly. "Why didn't you just me where the bathroom was, though?" It took so much of my energy to respond. "I just," I said, my voice quivering, "didn't want to bother you." Finn sighed. "You wouldn't have been bothering me. If anything, you would've been helping me, by saving me the trouble of cleaning my couch," he said with a small laugh. "Yeah, um... I'm sorry about that," I replied, my voice so small. "You know what, don't worry about. Sorry I didn't notice, I could've done something. I mean, I know you're shy, but I didn't think you were this shy... Especially since we've been friends for so long. Whatever, let's just get you cleaned up, ok?" I nodded, and I stood up. My pants were dripping with pee, and the liquid had pooled on top of the couch cushion. Thankfully, the couch was the weird, leathery material, so the urine just dripped off. We began to clean up everything, and I was still kind of shaken. He's cleaning up my pee! It's like he doesn't even care! I thought, my cheeks growing even more red. After we cleaned everything up, I washed off my legs, and Finn (of course, realizing it would be a bit humiliating for me to wear my urine-soaked pants out, and get on the bus in them) gave me a pair of his jeans. Though, they didn't fit at all, as he's 6'2" and I'm 5'2". I had to roll them up several times, and they keep falling down, so Finn had to give me a belt as well. I stuffed my wet pants into my bag, and said goodbye to Finn. Whilst I wet myself, we did get to do finish all three movies, though I didn't do much watching. So, that's the story of my first (of many) wetting experiences in front of people. I'm not sure if Finn thought it was hot, or was turned on, like the other person always is in my fantasies, but I could have sworn that his pants were tight around the crotch region.
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