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  1. (Image credit goes to the artist, Peach of aminoapps.com) Pamela's Plight It was another cold and gloomy day in the forsaken lands of Ikana Canyon. This was nothing new to Pamela, however, almost every day in Ikana was like this. Pamela, a young but mature girl, had moved here from Clock Town with her father, so that he could research the spirits, undead and other such supernatural things of Ikana Canyon. Pamela thought about this as she stood at the edge of the well, she thought about how she wished that they had never come to this horrible place. "What a desolate place. Why did Father have to bring us here?" Pamela said aloud. Ikana was mostly devoid of life, and the isolation would often bother Pamela, so she would sometimes speak to herself. Hearing a living voice was comforting, even if it was merely her own. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a particularly aggressive bout of wind. The dead trees and craggy rocks of Ikana Canyon created perpetual howling wind that was very foreboding. Pamela peered down into the well, it looked like a bottomless black abyss. As she stared down into the ebon nothingness, a gust of ice cold wind blew upwards from down in the well. Pamela shuddered as the gust made contact with her, there was something so sinister about it. Whenever she was outside in Ikana, Pamela always felt as if she was being watched, and after the gust of wind from the well, this feeling increased tenfold. Pamela's father had recently been researching the Gibdos specifically, and had discovered a colony of them residing at the bottom of the well. Gibdos are undead mummified corpses. A recent discovery brought to light a melody known as, Farewell to Gibdos which would drive any nearby Gibdos away once heard. Pamela's father had programed the music box, affixed to the roof of their house to play this melody in order to protect himself and his daughter. Unfortunately, he finally decided to enter the well so that he could more closely observe the Gibdo colony lurking down there, but he was effected by a curse at the bottom of the well which began to transform him into a Gibdo himself. Ever since this happened, Pamela had gone to the Well daily, trying to muster the courage to enter the well and search for a way to cure her father. And every day this ritual ended the same, with Pamela's courage failing and her running back towards the house in fear after staring down into the daunting black of the well. As she stood there listening to the wind, and contemplating the well, Pamela suddenly realized something: she could hear the wind, only the wind. Why couldn't she hear the music?! Remembering what had happened the last time that the music box stopped working, Pamela's stomach began to churn with fear. Quickly she turned around and began sprinting back for home. "No, no... please no!" Pamela thought to herself as she was nearing the house. "NO!" she exclaimed aloud as she reached the creek that was connected to the waterwheel which powered the music box. The creek had run dry! For the last several days, the water flow had been lessening. Pamela merely hoped that it was a fluke in the rain cycle or something, and that it would pick back up. But she was wrong... That's when she heard it, a hideous groan coming from the direction of her front door. Looking over, she saw her father standing outside near the front of the house. The curse already had him in a grotesque state, at least fifty percent of his body had now been mummified, and subsequently wrapped in bandages. What of his face was still exposed was a horrid picture of twisted pain and madness. "Father, what are you doing out here?!" "*Unintelligible moaning*" "Wait right there, I'm coming to you!" she called out. Pamela broke out at a light run towards her father. As she was running, something suddenly burst from the earth beneath her feet, and grabbed her by the ankle, causing her to fall forward onto her stomach. Looking down, Pamela saw the mummified hand of a Gibdo clutching her ankle. She let out a shrill scream of terror and began kicking at it's putrid, bandaged hand. Finally she was able to kick free and quickly jump to her feet. Looking back towards her father, she saw that several more Gibdos had risen from the ground and were closing in on her father's location. "Joooooin uuuusssssss..." one of the Gibdos hissed. "Y-y- yeaaargh ahh esss" he replied. "DADDY, NO!" Pamela shrieked as she saw her father take a shambling step towards the other Gibdos. Pamela sprinted towards them and got between her father and the Gibdos. "Stay back you monsters!" she cried as she struggled to usher her father back into the house. (Artist: unknown) Once inside, Pamela pulled her father by the hand, and lead him down into the basement. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "F-father" *sniffle* "You can't run off on me like that." He merely returned her gaze with a look of confusion and fear, like a reprimanded puppy that didn't understand how it injured itself. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I have no choice..." Pamela said as she pushed him into the closet and locked the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, Pamela put her back to the closet door, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor, her heart was still racing from the encounter with the Gibdos. Suddenly, she hear a loud banging on the front door from upstairs. "Jooooin.....uuuuuuusssssss...." "Oh no, I forgot the door!" Pamela cried out. Pamela sprinted up the stairs towards the front door, she saw that the creatures on the other side were fiddling with the doorknob, and she could here them pounding on the wood. Thinking fast, she ran over and pulled the lever, extending the heavy lock into place. Gradually, the Gibdos subsided their attempts at the door. Pamela crept towards one of the windows and peeked out through the reinforced lattice panels. Outside, she could see the Gibdos shuffling around the house in an endless circle. Mindlessly they were chanting, "Ooone of uuuusssss..." over and over. Pamela pulled a spare bed mat down into the basement, and curled up into the fetal position on it. Burying her face into the mat, she began to cry from the fear and stress of the situation. Occasionally the Gibdos outside would halt their circling and chanting to come and beat upon the house for several minutes before resuming the chant circle. For several hours, Pamela laid there on the floor, paralyzed with fear. Every time the monsters would come to beat on the house, she would shut her eyes and cover her ears, terrified that this time would be the time that they broke in. After several hours of this, Pamela was only just begining to realize that she needed to pee. But she didn't dare go upstairs yet, she was fearful to make any noise. She stuck her hand between her legs and pressed her thighs together, hoping that the building pressure would just go away. As more time passed, with nothing to do but stare fearfully at the stairwell, Pamela's need to pee quickly grew much worse. Finally, the pressure was becoming too much to bear, and Pamela began to look around for a solution. "I could use that bucket over there?" She thought to herself. "No, no, I can't do that, Father would be furious at me if I peed in his bucket, he needs that to hold the grease for the music box gears..." The pressure was steadily getting much much worse, as Pamela was a small girl with a little bladder. "Maybe if I went on a pile of towels? Ew, no that would dirty them up, and we can no longer wash them in the creek. Eeek, what was that noise?! I'm fine, I'm fine!" She thought to herself again. "What if I were to just...go on the floor? No, I can't, only babies make messes on the floor, I'm a big girl now, no way I can do that!" Finally Pamela determined that she would find no solution in the house, and that there was no way she was going to be able to hold it. She HAD to make it to the outhouse somehow. The Gibdos outside seemed to have quieted down, so Pamela silently tiptoed up the stairs. She could feel her bladder ache with every step she took. She did her best to quietly undo the door latch, and slowly cracked the front door open to have a peek outside. Pamela didn't see any Gibdos at first. "Maybe my luck is finally turning around?" She thought to herself. Suddenly, a Gibdo shuffled into view, only about two meters from the front door. The Gibdo slowly turned its head, and let out a very loud, almost feminine scream as its gaze locked with Pamela's. She was frozen in place, literally paralyzed with fear, transfixed by the Gibdo's spellbinding gaze. It turned its lanky body and began to trudge towards the door... Pamela struggled to move, but couldn't, her knees buckled, and her legs felt like lead. She wanted to scream, but only choked on her own breath as she opened her mouth. It felt akin to the paralysis often experienced when attempting to forcefully wake from a bad dream. Pamela struggled with all her might to move, to scream, to look away... anything! She began to feel a warm sensation grown in her underwear, this stimulus, finally helped her to break her gaze away from the Gibdo. As she broke free from the spell of fear, she fell backwards onto the cold floor, also swinging the door inward. Hitting the floor, Pamela instantly tensed all of the muscles in her body, putting a temporary hold on whatever accident was going on under her dress. She looked up through the doorway and saw the Gibdo again, it was only a few feet away from entering the house. The nearness of danger sent a wave of nausea through her stomach, and a pang of fear through her chest. This pang caused another small spurt of warmth to spread through her panties as Pamela instinctively leapt to her feet, slammed the door, and pulled the latch into place. As soon as the door was secured, both of Pamela's hands shot down in-between her legs, attempting to hold back the floodgates. The noise had alerted all of the other Gidbos, and they had now joined in banging on the house. With both hands between her legs, Pamela fearfully scampered back downstairs into the basement. Despite the looming fear of what was upstairs, she took the time to inspect the damage to her dignity. She lifted her pink dress and looked at her green tights, there was a small wet patch, barely noticeable. Reaching underneath her tights however, she could feel that her panties were already fairly wet. At this point, Pamela was desperate enough, and disgraced enough that she was considering dropping her clothes and peeing here on the floor. Suddenly, she heard her father banging around in the closet, and calling out to her with muffled groans. "Uuuh, aahh, P-paaahhhmeeahl-l-leeaaahh uurrng" "N-no, f-father, not... right...now..." "*More unintelligible moaning*" "Father please! I-I can't do...this in front of you" she said as tears of desperation began to well up in her eyes. "Nonono noo, I c-can't.....h-hold it! Oh..ah, no, eeeh!" Pamela made helpless little noises as she lost control. She felt another wave of wet warmth flood into her panties, she could not hold it back. One wave quickly turned into two, into three and into a continuous dribble. She clutched her hands against her vagina. "No, I'm too old for this! Eeek!" She sobbed as she felt the pee soak through her little green tights and leak through her fingers. The continuous dribble had now become an unstoppable stream. Her urine was running down both her legs, leaving dark green streaks in her tights, and pooling on the stone floor beneath her. Pamela's shoes also began to fill with pee. Realizing it was hopeless, she buckled her knees together and stood there shaking as she continued to fully wet herself. After what felt like several minutes, Pamela finally finished wetting herself. She stood there for several minutes more, crying and unable to move. "D-daddy, I-I'm s-" *sniffle* "s-sor-ry! I h-had an accident on y-y-" *sob* "your floor!" "*Unintelligible groans*" "I'm s-so sorry, please don't be mad at me, I tried to be a big girl!" Pamela cried at her father. Her cries of shame and desperation had once again alerted the Gibdos outside, and had brought them pounding on the house again. Pamela let out another eek of terror, and dove for the security of her sleeping mat. The accident had made her feel even more like a helpless little girl. Crying, she curled up into a tiny ball and hid there, laying in her own pee soaked clothes, not knowing what else to do. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  2. An apparent female fear wetting posted on the blog fearwetting.info recently. Is anyone aware of where to locate this apart from hunting down the dvd? Edit: the title is literally called "Human Lost - Disqualication" in its Japanese-English transliteration
  3. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bOUbRLn3kZw Short clip. Male and female character find a frightened man on his knees hiding behind a door. He shakily begs not to be shot when they point their guns at him and the camera pans down to his jeans which have a large, realistic stain on the crotch and down his legs. There is a yellow puddle between his knees. The female, Tara, mockingly says "oh look you pissed your pants" and her eyes linger on his pants for a brief second. Please feel free to delete if repost.
  4. View File GEXP-92 Full version of GEXP-92 as requested here: Submitter Nephron Submitted 11/29/2020 Category Female  
  5. Hello there! Does someone, maybe, has the full version of this JAV posted here? That's GEXP-92 (Heroine Killer 2), and the second girl (Nozomi Aiuchi), for me, is one of the cutest japanese girls ever. The first one (Mao Yura) are cute too.
  6. This is more of a request. New addition over at the fearwetting.info blog that ive never seen before. Im willing to click the link on the site and actually order the DVD but id like to see if anyone has any idea how to go about finding it online first. Its such a generic title "the killer bees" that anything i search for gives thousands of bee videos (lol). Perhaps searching with Japanese characters? Any help appreciated!
  7. 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
  8. Wetting @ about 8:30 Greg trying to explain himself over the following 2-4 minutes So there are actually multiple play throughs of this videogame uploaded where you can find different youtubers reactions to this scene (really, one and a half scenes, see last sentence below). While trying to extort information from Michonne, one man pulls out his pistol and threatens to shoot her young (teen?) friend Greg if she doesn't tell him what he wants to know. First a loud hissing sound occurs, then the camera relocates to Greg's crotch which then shows his wetting. Characters proceed to comment things like "get a towel". Over the following couple minutes, while being left alone, Greg tries to tell Michonne that he "can't believe he pissed himself," that he has "never done that before ever and isn't the type to be afraid" whereupon you can choose multiple different dialogue lines for Michonne in response.
  9. View File GGTB-21 Here I am with my last superheroine video for now ? I am deeply sorry that this one isn't a supercut. This JAV had so much content in it that I never got around to making one. But rest assured, this video is filled with multiple wettings in various scenarios, in both schoolgirl and superheroine costumes. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril in the future! ? [My next mega compilation is almost halfway done as of this post] Submitter Nephron Submitted 01/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  10. View File JOVD-024 SUPERCUT Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut ? This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 01/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  11. This turned out long. Maybe not the longest I've ever posted here, but definitely up there. Thanks for reading! Happy belated New Year! *** It’s not that Mandy was eavesdropping, exactly. “Eavesdropping” implied some sort of sneaking or subterfuge; Mandy just happened to pay attention to conversations that happened around her locker. “Senior lock-in is the best night of the year!” Cassie insisted, sounding every bit like the blonde cheerleader she was. “It’s more relaxed than prom, and way cheaper, because you don’t have to rent a tux!” Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy saw Ethan give a hesitant half-smile. “It sounds cool,” he acquiesced. “I’ll think about it.” Cassie put her hand on Ethan’s arm, a move that Mandy had seen melt much stauncher men. “It’ll be such a good way to get to know everyone!” she wheedled. “You don’t want to be the guy who just came for senior year, and then no one remembers you!” Ethan pulled out his textbook, not meeting Cassie’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s so chill!” she promised, sensing an opening. “Literally, you do whatever you want! There are quieter rooms with card games and stuff, and then the gym has sports and is really loud, but then the choir room is for people who want to sleep, so you don’t even have to stay up all night if you don’t want to!” Gathering her own supplies for her next class, Mandy knew Ethan was done for. If he didn’t give in now and agree to go to the lock-in, Cassie would have the entire cheer squad on him by lunch time. Any feasible excuse would be futile. He had to work? Cassie would personally find an underclassman to replace him. Didn’t want to buy tickets? Cassie would talk to the principal and get them for free. Literally anything to get the cute, mysterious new guy to come to the first big senior event of the year. “I’ll…” Ethan trailed off as he turned from his locker to see Cassie’s oddly persuasive smile. He exhaled softly. “Yeah, OK.” “Yay!!” Cassie leapt and clapped her hands together, looking for all the world like Ethan’s capitulation was the best thing that had ever happened to her. “I’ll make sure Mrs. Schaeffer has a ticket in your name in the main office!” The warning bell rang, and Cassie turned and skipped sideways down the hall, still chattering excitedly as she went. “You won’t regret it! It’s such a fun night! I’m so excited!!” Ethan rolled his shoulders back, looking bemused. Mandy closed her locker and stared appraisingly at him. “So what’s your deal?” she asked bluntly, never one to pass up a chance to get more of a story. “Huh?” Ethan blinked, as if he’d just realized Mandy was there. “Why were you so against the lock-in? And why did you let Cassie talk you into it?” Ethan straightened, then shrugged one shoulder, projecting casualness. “I didn’t want to miss work, but I guess I can get a sub,” he said smoothly. Tilting her chin up, Mandy narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Ethan had been looking behind him, nervous about getting to class on time, but he turned back at Mandy’s apology, confused. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” he said, shrugging again. “Like I said, I’ll get a sub…” “No,” Mandy shook her head, her face deliberately nonchalant. “I’m sorry I made you lie.” She stood just long enough to watch a look of alarm cross Ethan’s face, then turned to go to class. *** On Friday, the night of the lock-in, Mandy pulled her car into the school parking lot at about 7:30. There was no strict start time for the lock-in – some seniors actually just stayed after classes – but everyone had to be there by 8, when the doors of St. Benedict High School were locked. Then, the seniors had more or less free run of the school (no teachers’ lounge, no chemicals from the science rooms) until 1 PM the next day. There were snacks for the night, a continental-type breakfast, and then a big pizza lunch before everyone had to leave. Many students came already wearing sweats or pajama pants, while others had a change of clothes in their backpack, along with a toothbrush and any other items they deemed necessary for an enjoyable night: playing cards, extra snacks, movies for the rooms that had TVs set up, etc. For Mandy, her most important extra item was her camera. She was the head of the yearbook committee, since the school was too small to have a newspaper, and she took her job very seriously. Mandy wanted to be a reporter more than anything. She wanted to tell the truth, expose cover-ups, and give people as much information as possible, so they could be fully informed citizens. She wanted to get stories from the people who experienced them, not pundits talking on TV. Like many high school students of her generation, Mandy was irritated at the way she felt her generation was portrayed in the media. Between the cost of college (and the increased competition for many schools), stagnant wages, and school shootings, Mandy thought that it was well past time for younger people to have a voice, and she wanted to be part of that voice. And her desire to learn and share the truth had only grown more urgent since last school year. Just a few weeks before the summer, there had been a shooting at Belden High, which was about an hour and a half away from Mandy’s town. She didn’t know anyone there, personally, but St. Ben’s had played them a few times in various sports, and all of the students had been understandably shaken at something happening so close to home. Mandy more than most. In the weeks after the shooting, Mandy had obsessed over the thought that someone had to have known that the killer was angry, violent, and had access to a gun. Surely people knew by now that it could happen anywhere, that no one was safe. She knew, of course, that not every angry student was a shooter, and that there wasn’t a single set of behaviors that defined every killer, but she was still determined to notice things. Not just potential shooters, though – Mandy wanted to truly pay attention in her senior year and see who was in need, who was struggling, who needed encouragement around the school. She wanted to figure people out. And her current target was none other than Ethan Lane. Mandy looked around as she entered the cafeteria, where everyone had to gather for attendance and reading of the rules before the night began, but she didn’t see Ethan. Setting her things down on a chair, she mentally ran over what she knew about the transfer student. Ethan had shown up on the first day of school, tall and quiet. Because their class was comparatively small – only about eighty people – the presence of a new student in their senior year was pretty big news. However, though Ethan wasn’t exactly unfriendly, he wasn’t exactly forthcoming, either. When asked where he was from, he’d say something like “Oh, we moved around a lot, and now my mom got a job here.” When asked about his interests, he’d give a few generic answers, then say something about how he never really had time to do clubs or sports, because they moved so much. He didn’t talk much overall, so it’s not like his vague answers were overly suspicious, but Mandy had made it her mission to notice and understand, so… Ethan knew none of this. His only goal was to get through senior year without drawing too much attention. Even though spending the night in the school building didn’t sound at all appealing to him, he’d made the quick mental calculation while under Cassie’s persuasive gaze that not going was more noteworthy than going. And thus, Ethan found himself pulling into the school parking lot just before 8 on Friday night. He’d prepared, and he had a mental game plan – he’d just hang out with the class for a while, maybe watching a movie, maybe just chatting in the cafeteria, and then he’d feign weariness and find somewhere to sleep. Ethan steeled himself as he walked through the doors. He showed his ticket to the teacher at the check-in table, then scanned the room to see if there was some unobtrusive place to sit down. Cassie, surrounded by friends, waved him over enthusiastically, and Ethan had to settle for decidedly obtrusive instead. From her seat, Mandy watched Ethan intently. He looked uncomfortable, but not necessarily any more so than was warranted by the fact that he was the sole new kid walking into an overnight event. Still, she wanted to keep an eye on him. As Miss Lockwood, the AP English teacher and senior class advisor, stood to welcome everyone, Mandy slid out of her chair and sidled across the room to get a seat at Ethan’s table. The class was respectfully quiet as Miss Lockwood read through the rules – no alcohol, obviously, no sex, no destruction of school property, and no leaving before 1 the next day without explicit parental permission. She kept her words, short, however, and soon enough, the room erupted with friendly excitement. Some students sprinted off the find TVs, another group barreled toward the gym to start a dodgeball tournament, but Cassie and a handful of her friends stayed at their table. “So, Ethan!” Cassie grinned. “We’re so excited you decided to come! We’re so happy to have you in our class, and we can’t wait to get to know you better!” Ethan smiled. “I was actually hoping you could tell me more about all of you and the school,” he said smoothly. “You were right, Cassie – this is the perfect opportunity for me to learn everything the rest of you already know.” Cassie beamed, proud that her suggestion had been taken seriously, but Mandy was skeptical. This seemed like another ploy for Ethan to keep from having to talk about himself. “Here, before we get started…” Marisol pulled a bunch of bottles of Mexican sodas (all school-approved, of course) out of her bag, straight from her visit to her grandmother over the summer. “I brought plenty, so drink up!” Without even asking, she passed one to Ethan, who hesitated. “Don’t worry,” Marisol promised, winking, “there are no worms or weird, illegal herbs in them. It’s just like regular soda, just more flavorful.” “They’re great, Ethan, you’ll love them!” insisted Cassie. “Mari brings them every time she visits her family.” Ethan gave a half-smile and twisted the top off, having again decided that acquiescence was the way to go in this situation. He took a sip; the drink was really good, very fruity. It turned out to be a doubly strategic choice – as long as he had a soda, he could keep the bottle near his lips and use it as a chance to pause before answering any questions, often using that pause to quickly think of a way to deflect the conversation back to the other students at the table. It was an effective system, and Ethan barely had to speak over the next hour and a half, as Marisol kept replacing his empty bottles. Eventually, someone pulled out a pack of cards, and the table split into smaller groups, playing spades, hearts, and poker. It was a good way to pass the time, and Cassie had been right; it seemed like a pretty chill night. After far too many rounds of cards, with most people switching games at least once, and Ethan still not having to answer any detailed questions (much to Mandy’s consternation, as she’d very carefully kept within earshot of him), Cassie suggested heading to one of the TV rooms to relax and watch movies. Texts were sent, and it was determined that most of the group would head to the second floor religion classroom, where a Matrix marathon was currently going on. Ethan obediently followed the group upstairs; it was just after 11 now, and he’d promised himself he’d make it until midnight before “going to sleep.” Luckily, it was quiet in the classroom, save for the sounds from the movie. Ethan let out a breath, grateful to be further released from the demands of conversation. Settling into a desk, Ethan half paid attention to the screen, while Mandy fully paid attention to Ethan. He hadn’t said anything particularly strange or incriminating, but he still looked…off. Like he didn’t want to be fully involved, or like he was just waiting to be somewhere else. Mandy was partially right, at least. Ethan was more than ready to be somewhere else. He kept surreptitiously checking his phone as the movie went on, and finally, at 12:02 (he’d decided exactly midnight would be too suspicious), he shifted sideways. “I’m pretty tired,” he whispered to Cassie. “I think I’m gonna go find somewhere to sleep.” There were a few whispered protests, but Cassie shushed them. “I promised him we wouldn’t make him stay up all night!” She turned and smiled at Ethan. “Good luck – it’s always weird trying to sleep for real in a place that’s not meant for sleeping. We’ll see you in the morning!” Ethan visibly relaxed, grateful to have been released. “Yeah, see ya.” He slunk out of the classroom, carefully shutting the door behind him, but he didn’t head to the choir room. He hadn’t actually said that he was going to sleep in the designated room – just that he was going to sleep. Most of the teachers knew to clean out their rooms before senior lock-in, and others just kept their doors locked altogether. Ethan knew that Señora Garcia, the Spanish and Latin teacher, had a couch in her room and was relieved to find both the door open and no one else inside. He pulled his hoodie tight and curled up on the couch, proud that he’d made it to his self-assigned deadline. And deliberately ignoring the nagging sensation in his lower abdomen. Mandy, having faked a trip to the bathroom, watched Ethan step into the Spanish classroom. Hoping she wasn’t being too obvious, she glanced through the narrow window on the door and saw him sink onto the couch in the back of the room. Mandy sighed, mentally chastising herself for being paranoid. Ethan really did want to sleep. And for nearly three hours, he did just that. The school wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that the noise from the gym didn’t carry all the way around the building, and none of the TV rooms had the volume overly loud. Yes, it was slightly disconcerting to sleep in a dark school, but not so much that Ethan was unable to do so. Before 3 AM, however, Ethan awoke and spent a few seconds being confused before remembering that yes, he was in school overnight, and yes, he had just been sleeping on Señora Garcia’s couch. Once those realizations were complete, one more piece of awareness fell into place, and Ethan’s confusion was quickly replaced by terror. There was an awful, full feeling deep in his abdomen – one that he had directly planned against. Trying to remain calm, Ethan pulled out his phone. 2:53 Damn. There were still hours left. Ethan silently ran through his options, and managed to convince himself that he could just go back to sleep. This could be one of those weird times where it felt like he really had to pee, but then it didn’t actually get worse for a long time. He flipped over so he was facing the back of the couch and curled up, closing his eyes. He forcibly tried to fall asleep (which, of course, is a terribly ineffective way to fall asleep) for a half hour when an uncomfortable jolt from his bladder made him cringe and roll over. Now, Ethan was breathing hard. He knew what was going to happen, but he still tried to convince himself that he had options, that this wasn’t going to end horribly. Ethan sat up, pressing his thighs together. He rose and tiptoed toward the door, opening it as quietly as possible. He didn’t hear any noise coming directly from the hallway, so he stuck his head out to look around. He could hear distant noise coming from the gym, but he didn’t see anyone in the second floor hall. He carefully shut the door behind him, still trying to make as little noise as possible. The boys’ bathroom was on the other side of the school, so Ethan crept down the hallway, warily looking out for any classmates. Other than the noise from the gym, the school was eerily quiet. The main hallway lights were off, as were most classroom lights, and the safety lights gave off an odd glow, lending an uncanny feeling to the whole endeavor. Ethan walked slowly, rubbing his thighs together. As he approached the opposite wing, he began to breathe deeply, trying to convince himself that this would work. But as he pushed open the door to the restroom (empty, thank goodness), he knew his hopes were futile. He felt his pelvic muscles contract, and, even as he pulled himself free of his sweatpants, nothing happened. He clenched his teeth and bore down, but not one drop of urine escaped his exposed member. Ethan groaned and shoved his dick back in his pants. Stupid Mexican soda, he thought, though he knew he, not the soda, was to blame. Another wave of desperation rolled through his bladder, and Ethan gripped between his legs, thoroughly furious at his body’s lack of cooperation. He pressed his groin for a few seconds until the most immediate urgency passed, then tried to think of what else he could do. There was another bathroom on the third floor. Maybe, he told himself, it would be completely quiet up there, with no lingering noise from the gym, and he’d be able to relax enough… Back in the hallway, Ethan looked around again. He still didn’t see anyone, though he saw the flickering light, presumably from a TV, in the history classroom a few doors down. Deciding to be extra careful, he went the opposite way toward the main stairwell. The gym noise was more pronounced by the stairs, but it did diminish as he climbed up to the third floor. There seemed to be no one at all upstairs, which was both unnerving and relieving. As he turned left toward the bathroom, Ethan’s bladder spasmed, and he felt a leak slip into his underwear. He choked out a sob, then threw a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise. He shoved open the bathroom door, but his heart was already racing. The thing about school bathrooms is they all look pretty much the same, and as soon as Ethan set foot in the room, his muscles locked up completely. Frantically, Ethan once again stood in front of a urinal, pointing his dick at the bowl, but nothing happened. Despite the sheer volume of liquid inside of him, his bladder would not release. “Come ON!” Ethan leaned forward and pounded his fist against the wall, to no avail. Panicked tears prickled his eyes. His heart continued to race, and he feared he would pass out if he stayed in the bathroom. Stumbling out the door, hands pressed between his legs, no longer bothering to scan the hallway, Ethan shuffled forward, completely out of options. He couldn’t use the restroom like a normal person, no, and he couldn’t ask to leave, not that he’d make it until he got home, anyway. He leaked again, warm and glistening through his sweatpants, as if to underlie his mental calculus. Stupid Mexican sodas! Shuffling forward, Ethan frantically tried several doors before he found one that was unlocked. He tripped forward, barely pushing at the door to close it behind him. In the last part of his brain not consumed with terror and desperation, he realized that he was in the chemistry lab. Ethan lumbered about halfway across the room before lurching against one of the lab stations. He slid around the side of it, as if blocking his lower half from view of the door would somehow make this situation better. “No, no…” Ethan couldn’t help but whining as his leaks became more frequent. He was scared, he was angry at himself for getting into this situation, and he was in pain. Before he could think anymore, though, Ethan’s muscles gave out, and hot liquid gushed down his legs with almost mocking force. Ethan sagged against the chemistry station as he wet himself, hanging his head in defeat. This was always what was going to happen, of course, and he’d known it from the minute he’d woken up on the couch. His lower lip trembled, but he didn’t cry. The unfamiliarity of standing in a dark chemistry classroom at 3:30 in the morning served as a buffer to the worst of the humiliation of having an accident at age 18 in a technically public place. The trickling sound of his accident seemed to echo through the empty room, and Ethan tensed with shame. The feeling of physical relief was nothing compared to the fury he felt at himself for allowing this to happen. Out in the hallway, Mandy crept up the last stair and looked around. Still paranoid, she’d been making periodic checks of the Spanish classroom since Ethan had gone to sleep. When, at her last pass, she’d peeked in and seen him gone, she let herself get a bit nervous. She’d done a quick scan of the remaining “group” rooms, and, having come up empty, decided to search the third floor. She glanced around the hallway and noticed one door slightly ajar. The chemistry lab. Mandy’s heart rate spiked, and she tried her hardest to remain rational as she slowly stepped toward the unlatched door. Just because the new kid, the one who wouldn’t give a straight answer, was in the chemistry lab in the middle of the night, when nearly every member of the senior class was literally locked in the building, didn’t mean he was doing something cruel, right? Mandy paused outside the lab and listened. There was definitely someone in there; she could hear irregular breathing. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. Ethan’s head snapped up. He was standing about halfway across the room, half hidden behind a lab station. He looked horrified at being discovered, and Mandy felt her palms beginning to sweat. “What are you doing in here?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “N-nothing,” Ethan stammered, doing nothing to ease Mandy’s fears. “You’re not supposed to be in here.” Mandy took one step forward, reaching into her back pocket for her phone. “The door was open,” Ethan said, frozen by Mandy’s movement. She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t come any closer. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Mandy repeated, walking a bit closer, one step at a time, like she was in a wedding processional. “I just…wanted to see…” Ethan had no excuses. His brain was muddled and frantic, and all he wanted was for Mandy to stop moving toward him. He couldn’t tell, but Mandy was just as frantic. Ethan’s erratic behavior was all but confirming her suspicions. Each student looked in terror at the other, eyes wide, both petrified at what they thought was going to happen. “You’re not allowed…” “I didn’t mean anything…” “Ethan, what are you doing?” “Please stop…” “I can’t let you…” “No, please…” “You don’t have to do this…” “No, nooooo…” But Ethan’s pleas did nothing, and with one last forced step forward, Mandy stood in the aisle, staring directly at her classmate, finally able to take in the full scenario. The safety lighting in the chemistry room was dim, but enough for Mandy to see Ethan’s soaked pants and the giant puddle on the tile floor. “Oh!” she gasped. Her stomach flipped with relief, confusion, and secondhand embarrassment. She’d been so, so wrong. Ethan dropped his head, eyes welling with tears too numerous to hold back. His knees shook, and he braced himself against the lab station to keep from collapsing into his own mess. “I…” Mandy gaped in the silence, ashamed of her own paranoia. “Ethan, I’m sorry.” Ethan didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Mandy spoke again, compelled to explain herself. “I was scared. I was being unreasonable. I had convinced myself that you were, I don’t know, making a bomb or something, or hiding guns up here.” She saw Ethan’s shoulders tense and felt even worse. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, voice small. “Ever since the Belden shooting, I’ve been super nervous about anything out of the ordinary. It’s stupid.” Mandy stared, but Ethan’s head was still down. She thought she saw a tear drip off his chin, and she wondered if she should just leave. She was just about to turn away when Ethan spoke. “It’s not.” Mandy leaned forward, unsure if she’d head correctly. “What?” “It’s not weird,” Ethan repeated, a bit louder, then sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked up at Mandy, and the broken, knowing look on his face took her breath away. “It’s not weird to be scared.” Mandy allowed the weight of his words to wash over her, and then she knew. “You were there.” Ethan paused for a second, and another tear slid down his cheek. Then he nodded. “Oh, God.” Now Mandy felt even worse. Not only had she suspected a classmate with no real reasoning, she’d suspected a survivor. Mandy’s heart ached, but her intense curiosity and search for the truth kept her speaking. “Is that why you didn’t want to come tonight?” Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He’d told himself that this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen; he didn’t want anyone at St. Ben’s knowing where he’d come from, why he’d transferred. But now, standing in wet pants at nearly 4 in the morning, keeping his story bottled up didn’t seem like the best idea. He rolled his neck back and forth. “Kind of,” he finally answered. “I… I was in the bathroom when it happened. You know, you hear these awful noises, and you don’t let yourself realize what they are right away, because how could there be gunshots, you know? Even though that’s a thing now,” he added bitterly. “It was at the end of the school year, so, you know, we didn’t go back, and my parents were already looking for places to move, so I wouldn’t have to go back there, but then over the summer…” Ethan paused, embarrassed but compelled to continue. He took another deep breath. “We toured a few schools over the summer, because we wanted to make sure I felt comfortable in the building and the staff understood what had happened, but then at one, I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got in there, I just…couldn’t.” Ethan felt his face burn with shame at the admission, even though he’d already very obviously wet himself. He couldn't explain any more, even though he was pretty sure Mandy still didn't understand. She'd think it was just anxiety, PTSD or something, but it was more than that. He physically couldn't go in school bathrooms, and he hated himself for it. After a few seconds, realizing there was no more to that particular bit of the story, Mandy spoke up. “So you just…never go at school?” Ethan shook his head miserably. “I go right before I drive here, and then I just don’t drink anything, or not much of anything, during the day, so I never have to.” “But…” Stunned by this new information, Mandy tried to understand. “…how were you planning on making it through the lock-in? It’s 17 hours!” If possible, Ethan’s face fell even further. “My mom spoke to Miss Lockwood and got permission for me to leave at 8 AM,” he explained. “I thought I just had to make it til then.” “And then Marisol brought the sodas,” Mandy filled in, everything clicking into place. Ethan nodded, and a fresh batch of tears fell from both eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I scared you.” “Oh –“ Mandy couldn’t help but reach toward him. “Ethan, no. Please…it’s not your fault.” Ethan blinked rapidly, futilely trying to clear the tears out of his eyes. Between his accident and his confession, he was exhausted and out of all ability to control his emotions. “Look…” Mandy reached out again. “Ethan, let me help.” Sniffling, child-like, Ethan looked up. “Where’s your bag?” Mandy asked, quietly taking control. “Did you bring extra clothes?” Ethan shook his head, crestfallen. “I…I didn’t think I’d be staying.” “That’s fine,” Mandy soothed. “I’ll sneak into the drama room. There’s bound to be something in there. Stay here,” she ordered. “I’ll be back soon.” In the silence left by Mandy, Ethan sniffled deeply. Disgusted, he stepped out of his puddle and grabbed some paper towels from the cleaning station to clean up his accident. It was an obnoxiously big puddle, and by the time he was wiping up the last of it, Mandy slipped back in the lab. “Here.” She laid a few options on the table, none of which were as bright or sparkly as Ethan had feared. “I…” Ethan stared at the pants, knowing they didn’t solve all of his problems. He looked back up at Mandy, imploringly. “I can’t stay,” he murmured. “What…what if I have to go again?” Mandy tilted her head to the side, thinking. She knew better than to try to convince Ethan that it would be fine. “Does Miss Lockwood know that you went to Belden?” she asked. Ethan nodded. “OK, then let me talk to her. I won’t tell her what happened!” Mandy insisted quickly, seeing Ethan’s anxious reaction. “I’ll just tell her that you’re uncomfortable being here. I’m sure she’ll let you go.” Mentally, Ethan warred with himself for a few seconds, but the fear of having to pee again won out. “OK,” he whispered. Mandy left to seek out the senior advisor, and Ethan quickly stripped off his sticky, cooling pants and underwear, reeling from the events of the last 45 minutes. He slipped on a pair of gray flannel pants, silently sending an apology to the arts department. A few minutes later, Mandy returned, smiling softly. “Miss Lockwood said it’s fine,” she explained, and relief hit Ethan like a bucket of cold water. “She said she’d meet us downstairs to let you out the side door. You just have to promise to text when you get home.” Ethan could only nod, nearly lightheaded with the consolation that he didn’t have to stay any longer. Mandy was already walking toward the door, narrating soothing words. “No one will see us. Most everyone is asleep by now, and the ones that aren’t won’t be anywhere near the side door. Don’t worry.” Downstairs, Miss Lockwood smiled encouragingly at Ethan and made no comment about the pants balled up in his arms. She unlocked the door, then respectfully stepped aside. “Are you going to be OK?” Mandy asked, staring up at Ethan earnestly. Ethan looked out toward the parking lot, the sense of impending comfort and freedom already easing the tightness in the back of his throat. He looked down at his unlikely rescuer. “I will be.”
  12. View File GEXP-92 & GHOR-50 SUPERCUT Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection ? Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
  13. View File Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation It took me months to dig, cut, and compile in my spare time, but I'm happy it's finally done guys! This is a mega compilation of clips from over 40 superheroine JAVs, most found on this amazing blog and some found on other AV sites. I manually dug through the entire blog's clips to search for wetting scenes, before cutting them out and compiling them all here. The blog has such an amazing collection of superheroine JAV that I would easily have missed out some that had wetting scenes inside, so I apologize in advance if there are. Until now the blog is still being constantly updated so I'll occasionally check back for more. I also searched on other AV sites to add on to the collection by searching up popular series titles that contained wetting scenes more frequently. Alas, I believe there are still many many more out there I did not manage to procure. Most of the wetting occurs as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. I split the compilation into 3, each of them spans about 30-40 minutes long. The quality isn't amazing, so I apologize for that. At the very least it should still be perfectly watchable. There are title cards (pathetically made in WMM) before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video (either the wetting scene cut on its own or the full JAV), just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, which is all I could ask for, fret not because there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this mega compilation, because I felt that they truly deserved their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them 🙂 Lastly, shoutout to @DuffMan for making fall in love with superheroine videos, as well as all his Fear Wetting compilations. Hoping this can help contribute to his legacy. Submitter Nephron Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
  14. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  15. View File TGGP-81 Superheroine Wetting SUPERCUT Second upload from my superheroine wetting videos obtained ? This one had to be my absolute favorite among all the videos I found. It had multiple wetting scenes and each of them are so good. For some reason, she's really good at wetting herself. Absolute marvel to watch. Watch for yourself! There is some nudity, sex, and some stimulation wetting as well, so be warned if that is something you dislike. If you want the full JAV, just let me know ? My uploads from now on will only have 1 to at most 3 JAV supercuts in each upload until my next Mega Compilation. So stay tuned for more ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/01/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
  16. amy's nightmare(silly game i made) View File this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :) Submitter pp123 Submitted 02/23/2017 Category Female videos
  17. By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke. 1: The Others 2: The House on Haunted Hill 3: Truth or Scare 4: The Descent 5: A Bump in the Night 6: Open Water ...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
  18. View File Space Monster (Fear Wetting) A space monster attacks a cute space station operator, who wets all over the place in terror! Submitter DuffMan Submitted 06/11/2014 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  19. Before I begin my retelling, I will offer a warning. The situation in the following story contains non-consensual sexual assault of a minor. {Post content removed by administrator} Following, I told my parents what had happened, but both boys weren't punished. My parents spoke with me, but were ashamed and silent. Numb, I slipped into depression and succumbed to PTSD. We never talked of the situation again. I don't remember too much after it had happened, and repressed the memories of the sexual assault and fear wetting for nearly 20 years. I didn't masturbate until I was 24, didn't have sex until 30, and climaxed for the first time at 36. I am doing much better these days, with a loving husband and finding acceptance in my fear wetting fetish. Thank you for reading. -hoimi
  20. LISA: THE TRUTH IS DOWN THERE! By Watcher When I was a Research fellow, I used to earn some extra income by supervising undergraduate examinations. . I was supervising a final exam for some Biology students. One of the class members was Lisa, about 22 years old. She was slim, dark haired, and really had long sexy legs to die for! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, especially since she was wearing a fairly tight dark blue dress which, I had noticed as she walked in to her desk, came down to about three inches above her knees, so I had a glimpse of tantalizing slender thighs as she sat down. As I said, I had a real problem keeping my eyes off her. I was walking up the aisle from behind when I saw her quickly snatch something – looked like a little notebook – of the desk and quickly put it into her backpack which was hanging from the back of her chair. As I passed she bent her head down and seemed to be engrossed in her work. When I was collecting their exam papers I asked her to come up to the front desk. I leant back against the table and told her what I had seen her do. I asked her to show me the contents of her bag. She placed them on the table – the ususal, change purse, lipstick etc. And a small blue notebook. “Is this the notebook I saw you take off the desk and place it in your bag as I passed you during the exam? I asked firmly. Lisa got really flustered – “I had been reading it before the test papers were given out, and forgot to put it away when the exam started. I hadn’t looked at it during the exam!” she started to stammer, really scared now. I looked at the notebook, it was indeed a very well organized collection of study notes for the course she was being examined on. “You know that if this is reported, you could be expelled from the College, and won’t get your degree! The regulations strictly forbid bringing any material like this into the examination” Now while this was true, we never subjected students to a search as they entered the exam. As soon as I said that, Lisa just stared at me, her lovely large eyes were wide with anxiety. Her mouth was open slightly as if to say something. Her face flushed, then she turned very pale. She leant over on the table and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She began to tremble slightly, and I could see she was physically going into a state of shock as she realised the impact of what I had said. Lisa, her eyes still closed, moved her other hand and placed it low over her tummy. She bent her knees slightly, and squeezed her legs together. I heard a faint hissing sound, and as I looked at her legs, saw a little trickle run down between her thighs, then splash around behind her knees and curving round her calves and splashing over her ankles onto the floor. Lisa was wetting her panties! I had often fantasied seeing a pretty girl like Lisa doing just this, and I was fascinated, watching the streams splash down her legs. I imagined her soaked panties, warm and wet, and the sensation of those trickles running down her sensitive thighs. The exam had lasted over three hours, so I wasn’t surprised she had to go quite badly. But this !! Well, this was fantastic !! She turned sideways to hide her face, then turned away from me, so I could see the streams course down the backs of her legs behind her knees. After about 10 seconds or so she stopped wetting her panties, and the streams slowed to just a few drips which still ran down her legs, drop by drop. She started to sob, her face now blushing deeply. I walked over and gently placed my hand on her arm. She turned towards me, her face bent down as she looked at the floor “Lisa.” I said quietly, “I believe you. I won’t report you, of course you can go now.” She briefly glanced up at me, her face was wet with tears, and her lips were trembling as she muttered “thanks” and ran down the hallway to the exit. ====== Several months later I was at a college reception/dance at the opening of a new arts building. I saw Lisa across the room. She had graduated, and was now working as a research associate in the biochemistry department. She was completely out of my jurisdiction now, so I went over to her, and after introducing myself, she indicated she remembered me, asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, and soon we were on the dance floor. It was an old fashioned party, with some of the quieter hits from the 70s playing, so the dancing was slow. After a few moments we were dancing closely, and when the music stopped playing just stood there together, my right arm around her waist, my left hand clasped over hers which she was resting on my shoulder,. Neither of us made any indication of moving apart, so I drew her slightly towards me, and she did not resist. I suggested we go out on the balcony for a drink, and she agreed, so we walked out handin- hand. We stood together, looking over the city lights laid out beneath us like a view from a plane. “Dr. . . . . she began. “Jeff ! . . . . .” I emphasized. “Jeff” she said, holding her glass with both hands and turning to face me. “I never thanked you for believing me at the exam last June.” She looked up at me. “Thanks for giving me a chance!” Then she raised her face and kissed me on the cheek. I gently took the glass from her hands and set it on the table beside us, I took both her hands in mine and she moved close, turning her face to one side she rested her cheek on my shoulder I moved my mouth closer to her ear and said quietly: “I knew you were telling the truth when I saw you wetting your panties!” “Oh God!” she moaned “That was the worst moment of my life – I really mean it. I don’t know what you must have thought of me wetting my panties in front of you!” “Well” I said, as I held her just a little bit more tightly, “If you had really been cheating you would have been prepared for what I said to you.” “Yes” she said – “I would have been on the defensive with my excuses. But your accusation literally took my breath away – I was in shock, I could feel my legs give way, and if I hadn’t had the table to lean on I am sure I would have collapsed onto the floor. Instead, I just hung on to the table. I could feel myself starting to wet my pants, but was paralysed – couldn’t move or stop it from happening. I was so embarrassed afterwards” she went on, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You seemed like a really neat guy, and I was so humiliated by my accident I didn’t sleep at all that night for thinking about it!” “I have thought about you a lot ever since then,” I said after a few moments quietness. “I really liked you right from the start, I found you incredibly attractive, and I am so happy I have met you again like this!” “I am so happy too.” Lisa whispered, pulling my head down towards her face. “I was so sure you would have been completely turned off and disgusted with what happened ?” “Oh no!” I whispered back – “Actually” and I hesitated – this could make or break the relationship – “Actually I know this may sound kinda kinky, but seeing you wet your pants was , well, was very, eh, . . .” “Interesting ?” Lisa finished for me, then giggled as we began to kiss, mouth to mouth. “Yes, very, eh interesting, and exciting!” And that was the start of a memorable relationship. Lisa never really got into wetting her panties on a regular basis. But once in a while, when she was feeling particularly sexy, or naughty, she would dress up in that blue dress. I knew what was going to happen, and I was never disappointed.
  21. This is too good not to share. This Japanese website has a very thorough list of fear wettings in Japanese eroge, manga, anime, porn, movies and TV. A lot of these I've never seen on English language sites. http://fearwetting.info/wordpress/ Finding this is somewhat bittersweet, because so many of these scenes look amazing, but their source material is often not available in English.
  22. View File JAV Fear Wetting This is a staged upskirt/panty fear wetting JAV. Girls go through a haunted house (viewed through a night-vision filter) and are frightened into wetting their panties. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/09/2017 Category Panty Wetting
  23. I was watching a video about a game called "Haunting Starring Polterguy" from 1993 for the Genesis/Mega Drive, when I noticed a funny little fear wetting animation. The basic concept is that you're a poltergeist and you have to scare people into leaving the house. Figured you might get a chuckle out of it. Girl: 12:47 Boy: 13:18 I don't know a lot of (mainstream) videos games that feature wetting, or pee in general. Only thing that comes to mind is the Sims. Anyone know any other examples?
  24. I actually thought I wrote this up properly years ago. But when I was just updating my story index it turns out nope, I didn't. Years ago I left work at the end of the day without peeing even though I did need to go to the toilet. This was the retail gig where you had to use the sketchy public shopping strip toilet after closing, in the dark. It wasn't an emergency or anything so it wasn't a particularly big deal at that point. I drove over to a friend's house because we had made plans to hang out that night. He didn't live particularly close and by the time I got there I definitely needed to pee. Again, not worryingly badly, I'd have totally put off going for a while once I got inside had he been home. But he was not. His housemate wasn't either. The lights were off, the door locked, and no one answered my knocking. This was back in the days when not everyone had a mobile phone, I did, he didn't, and I didn't have any way to contact him. So what do I do? I sat and waited for a while. Then I started pacing laps of his veranda because I couldn't stand still. I could have just gone home, or more reasonably to a service station so I could empty my bladder. But I really didn't, and still don't, like doing that. I could have just kept pacing his front veranda and waited. But I was pretty much busting to wee and I didn't fancy doing that for God knows how long. I could have peed behind a bush in his yard. I eyed a few likely suspects off and I'd probably have ended up doing that except I had one last better option. I knew where the spare key was. Letting yourself into someone else's house is rude but I was an invited guest who was being kept waiting and I really didn't want to have to pee in a front garden. I fished the key out from behind a loose brick and let myself in. It's a bit unsettling being in a perfectly dark and still house you aren't intimately familiar with so that probably had me on edge a bit. I knew the way to the toilet so I headed there quick smart. I opened the toilet door and turned the toilet light on. There was someone already standing in front of the toilet. Inches from me. I'm not a big screamer normally. I fucking screamed. And simultaneously pissed my pants. My bladder had been preparing to let go anyway and running into someone in a house you were sure was empty is pretty frightening. Anyone could have done the same thing. Once my heart stopped exploding I realised the "person" was Russell Crowe. Or more precisely it was a cardboard cutout of Russell Crowe that the housemate had staged there to scare my friend. I borrowed their washing machine and watched TV wearing a towel. My friend came in half an hour later having forgotten we had arranged to hang out.
  25. "Oooh, I did it again..." Those were the first words that came out from Mithra's mouth when she woke up this morning. Once again, she had wet the sheets she had been sleeping on. She had started wetting her bed a couple months back. At first, she thought it was just a one time thing, but eventually it started happening more and more frequently, to the point that she now wet her bed more often than not. She didn't know exactly what might have caused this but she had a theory. A theory that she dreaded to think about but was quite reasonable in retrospect. Her holding spell had weakened the strength of her bladder. She had been using that spell continuously ever since she came up with it. Her bladder strength hadn't been that great to begin with after all. But now, without her spell, she would leak at the silliest thing. Examples that she could remember on the top of her head: 1. A girl suddenly leaped towards her and hugged her, hitting her body in the stomach area. She leaked a quick yet powerful spurt from that, accompanied by a fart. Thank the gods for her long robe. And since it happened when a village welcomed her back after she vanquished the beast that had been terrorizing them, no one noticed that she had farted, thanks to the loudness of the scene. The smell was there though, but nobody said anything. 2. A spider fell on top of her head as she was investigating a ruin. Usually, she would always use her holding spell in a dangerous place like that, but since there weren't any monsters around, she turned off her spell, thinking to conserve her mana. She wasn't even scared of spiders but the surprise made her release a five second jet of hot pee into her panties. She had to cross her thighs and jam her hands into her crotch to stop the flow. Of course, that made her leave a telltale wet patch on the front of her robe. Thankfully, her robe was of a darker color, and when she returned to civilization, the pee stain had mostly dried. 3. Once, when she was low on mana, she had to move a rubble from the path she traversed. Usually, she would use a spell for that. But since she needed to conserve her magic strength, she decided to do it manually. So she bent over and began lifting the rubble. The moment she started exerting her muscles, she let out a loud and rancid fart, followed by a handful of poop escaping her anus into her panties. She immediately turned beet red and released the rubble. She returned back with a soiled panties, though of course, no one else but her knew that. She also couldn't cast the simplest spells without leaking at least a little. She knew that magicians often have accidents inside their robes when they cast their spells, but it only happened if the spell was taxing on the caster's body. For an archsage like her who had mastered her craft, it shouldn't make her dribble to cast a simple healing spell. Well, she had no choice now. She just had to master her holding spell so she could cast it 24-hours without any exertion on her part. There was no way she was going to go back wearing diapers beneath her robes. That's only for newbie adventurers. Not an archsage like her. After she dressed herself, the first thing she did was to cast the holding spell on herself. It was necessary before she did her next spell, which was to make the wet stains on her bed and nightgown disappear. Without it, she would no doubt leak at the process, wetting her fresh new white panties right away. After that was finished, she took off her holding spell however. It wouldn't do to spend up her mana in a peaceful place like this where she shouldn't have any accident. Currently, she was in the kingdom of Okrania. She came here to fulfill the request of the king to help them deal with a crazed necromancer and his undead hordes who threatened the kingdom. As an archsage, she knew how to cast holy spells which no doubt would be effective against them. And she wanted to help the people of the kingdom as she knew well how terrifying an army of undead hordes could be. Once, when she was just starting up as a mage, she stumbled upon the undead in a graveyard her party crossed through. She made it out safe, but not before wetting and soiling her robes like a little girl. She couldn't help it. Some of the stronger undead had an aura of terror with them and combined with the lesser ones popping out of the ground and grabbing her leg, the shock got into her. And now, she wanted revenge for that
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