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  1. My mother and sister went out to the beach and in my house going to the beach is an all day thing, everyone in my house knows I strongly distaste the beach. They both left at six n the morning and as soon as the car pulled out of the drive way I took of my top leaving me only in my pink panties. I grabbed a two towels from the laundry and sat on the floor, with my Fredzilla plushie! I have been playing animal crossing all day, I am also watching Howls moving castle. I have not gotten up once, every time I felt an urge hit me I just peed. I didnt move at all. So far I have wet my panties around ten times. I reek of piss. I'm soaked and my panties are pretty see through, that's how much I peed myself. I feel like such a naughty little girl. Like daddy told me not to go potty while watching cartoons.
  2. For a bit more of a back story, see my original thread here. This experience actually happened the immediate day after my first witnessed wetting (I should probably come up with better topic names, ha!). For the record, this is a little more sexual so if that's not your cup of tea skim down to almost the ending for the wetting. The following day after my first experience happened to be a Sunday, so given that day of the week my parents had asked me to attend their church so as to have the congregation wish me well and safe travels before my trip. I'm not a very religious person (that's an entirely different subject and pretty irrelevant to this story) so I had decided to bring my girlfriend, Lindsay, along as we had plans to spend time together that afternoon. Seeing as I was to be leaving in 2 days now, my girlfriend and I were going to be spending as much time together for obvious reasons. She'd agreed to tag along the night before when I'd asked her, so I'd asked her to dress somewhat nicely as I was to be in the same boat. When I'd arrived at her house, I was impressed to see she'd actually dolled up quite nicely. She was wearing white peep toe 2" pumps, a semi-transparent floral with an orange backdrop knee length skirt and a short sleeve white button up blouse complimented with a somewhat large sized white purse slung over her right shoulder (Side Note: I'm not the best with women's fashion, so I try to use the best names I can to describe female articles of clothing). Her blouse was a little small for her, so in an almost an anime-esque fashion it was a tight fit with the buttons pulled slightly apart right across her breasts. She'd left the top two buttons unbuttoned drawing attention to her cleavage - which as I later discovered that day, was being accented by a push-up bra. She'd even put on a little more make-up than usual; a light blush on her cheeks, a flat, dull kind of red lipstick and a little bit of eyeshadow. Her make-up was complimented by her silver tear drop earrings. Needless to say, I was to be proud to walk around with her on my arm. Yeah, she was a bit of a trophy to me...but hey, I'm a guy and while that isn't exactly an excuse I was quite proud to be "her man", so to speak. The contents of the service isn't exactly critical to the story. I was given a "shout out" by the minister and my family asked the congregation for prayers as I went on my quest to find myself or whatever they wanted to call it. To be honest, I was more happy to have my girlfriend all dolled up to my side and knowing after we were done with this that we could finally spend some quality time together talking, goofing off and just enjoying each others company. I honestly wasn't thinking of anything sexual at the time, I just was happy to have someone who really "got me" and after the experience the previous day, I was pretty much on cloud nine. After the service, there were refreshments - fellowship, I believe is what they called it - consisting of some baked goods, juices and coffee. At my parents' request, Lindsay and I spent about an hour there talking and having some of the refreshments. As we got ready to leave, I told her I was going to use the bathroom as the juice and coffee I'd had was starting to make its way through me. She said she would just go out to the car, so I handed her my keys and walked into the bathroom. Looking back on this, I should've realized that she probably was starting to feel the urge to go. She had this thing about using public bathrooms/bathrooms she wasn't familiar with - she'd said herself that she'd rather wet her pants than pop a squat in the woods or use a dirty bathroom (and prior to my confession of my fetish to her!). I finished using the bathroom, washed my hands and walked out the doors of the church to the parking lot. To my surprise, my girlfriend was just standing by my car. As I approached, she said, "It's such a nice day out...why don't we go for a walk?". I responded with a quick "sure", took her hand in mine and started walking around to the other side of the church. The church was really close to a public park, so Lindsay and I just walked along one of the paved paths to a gazebo where once I'd taken a seat, she plopped herself down on my lap so as to not run the risk of tearing/dirtying her nice skirt. As we sat, we chatted about random things. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it made her laugh hard enough that she snapped her legs together, and placed one of her hands on her lower abdomen before exclaiming, "Don't make me laugh like that, I have to pee!" Immediately I felt a twinge in my own crotch, but for different reasons. "Do you want to get going, head back to my house?" I asked. "Sure." she responded cheerfully. I don't know what sparked it, but for some reason as she went to get off my lap and stand up, I stopped her and placed one of my arms on her lower back, the other under her knees and scooped her up as I stood up. A quick note about myself, I'm 6'1" and was 170 lbs at the time...I was quite slender, but it must've looked a little funny this 5'2" girl in the arms of a 6'1" skinny dude in stance that could be called a "real-world romance novel cover". Lindsay, of course, found this hilarious as I pretended to rock her back and forth like a little baby and then threaten to show her panties off to some of the younger boys playing in the field nearby. "What if I'm not wearing any panties?" she teased. "You? You'd never go commando...you're too little to be a commando at that. Maybe a tunnel rat." I retorted. "pee off, I'm no rat!" she said, playfully hitting me. "Yeah, you're too cute to be a rat. But you certainly pee frequently enough to be one." "Shut up!" she responded, playfully hitting me again, though a little harder this time and then continuing, "Now put me down before I pee on you." With that, I set her down on her feet where she straightened her blouse and skirt before then grabbing my hand as we started to walk back to the car. Once in the car, we strapped in and I started the engine, shifted into first before then I finally decided to broach the subject that had been bouncing around my head since she'd admitted needing to pee. I cleared my throat and spoke as I pulled out of the parking lot onto the main road, "So what did you want to do once we get back to my place?" "I dunno, did you have anything you wanted do?" she casually responded, as she checked her make-up in the passenger side mirror. "Well, you have to go so..." I let my voice trail off, still a little nervous about asking for what I really wanted. "Really?" she asked, seemingly mildly annoyed as she turned to look at me. "Well, why not then?" I answered, not taking my eyes off the road. "I don't know if I have any clean underwear with me." she said, as she opened her purse to paw through to see if she had a spare pair of panties (Yet another side note: I don't know if this is common practice for women, but 4 of the 5 girls I've dated have kept an extra pair of underwear in their purses and this was before I ever told them about my fetish). "You could always go commando..." I responded, a twang of sarcasm in my voice as I glanced over at her. "Looks like you're in luck." she said, pulling a dark green pair of panties out of her purse. Just as she'd discovered her spare pair of panties, we'd reached the subdivision where I'd lived for most of my childhood. Pulling onto my road, I noticed Lindsay shift a little bit in her seat out of the corner of my eye. Parking the car, I told her to wait by the car and that I'd be right back. Thinking ahead, I ran inside to grab a plastic bag to put her soon-to-be-wet panties in so she wouldn't have to be uncomfortable walking back nor get the inside of her purse wet. We'd been lucky enough to beat my parents back, so I left them a quick note saying Lindsay and I were out walking and enjoying the summer weather. When I returned outside, Lindsay was leaning on my car with her legs crossed. Noting her apparent need, I asked, "How bad do you have to go?" "Bad. Really bad." she responded, obviously uncomfortable. "Why don't go somewhere you can go?" I said, smiling devilishly. "Yes, why don't we do that. Like now." she answered, a real sense of urgency in her voice. I stuck out my arm for her to take, and threading her arm through mine we started our walk to our "fool around" spot (see my previous story for a better description). Upon reaching our little spot, Lindsay placed her purse down and out of the way. She reached down to pull her skirt up but I stopped her by grabbing her arm. "Wait. I want to do this a little differently.", I told her. She let out a little uncomfortable/annoyed gasp that clearly indicated her need. I decided not to waste any time, so I pulled her into a tight embrace and began kissing her working my hands down to her ass. As we stood there kissing, she wasted no time in undoing my belt and reaching into my pants to play with my rock hard erection. As we continued to kiss, I gently lowered myself to the ground bringing her with me and laying her out next to me. I pulled back a bit to take in the view and start to unbutton her blouse. She lay on her right side, her left leg crossed over her right, her skirt hiked up to being about an inch away from revealing her panties. As I unbuttoned her blouse, she finished unzipping my pants and pulled my "little me" out and began slowly stroking it, much to my enjoyment. Finishing unbuttoning the last button on her blouse, I pulled open her shirt to be greeted to a "nude" colored push up bra giving her already perky (and in my opinion, damn near perfect) breasts that little extra "oomph" to make them drool worthy. I'm not proud of it, but I felt myself salivate a bit when I saw them at this moment. She leaned in and started kissing me again as I started to massage her breasts through and under her bra. Having had my fill of fondling, I worked my hand south and pulled her skirt up to expose her panties. As I tried to push her legs uncrossed to began massaging her crotch through her panties, one of her hands grabbed my exploring wrist rather sternly. Pulling back, I opened my eyes as I was a bit shocked to her reactions. She was wearing light blue cotton bikini panties with a white little embroidered flower offset to the left and she seemed to be caught in a sea of emotions. On one hand, she was really starting to get turned on and wanted me to start "returning the favor" but on the other hand, was quite uncomfortable with how bad she had to pee. "Just relax...I love you." I said (pardon the shitty pillow talk, haha), sliding my hand out of her grip and gently pushing her legs open. She didn't resist, rolling onto her back as I found her sweet spot and gently began rubbing it in a slow circular pattern through her panties. She pushed against my hand, her breathing getting heavier. We resumed kissing, and as I started kissing her neck I could feel her heartbeat pounding. "Can I go now?" she got out between deep breaths. "I don't know, can you?" I responded, in my typical ass fashion. "Not funny..." she gasped. With that, she pushed my hand away from her and got into a squatting position. I moved to my knees, leaned in and started kissing her again as my other hand found its way south and proceeded to start rubbing her again. Once again, she pushed my hand and me away, leaning forward to attempt to look at her crotch. Immediately a dark wet spot appeared on her panties, rapidly growing in size to soak her panties from side to side. As the wetness started to work its way toward her bum, a stream jetted out from the center and gradually grew in strength. She looked up from her crotch, a look of pure bliss on her face, her eyes closed and biting her lower lip. As I leaned in to get a better view as she peed her panties, she placed her head on my shoulder and let out a sigh of relief. This new angle with her leaning into me meant I could no longer see her wetting her panties, but I could hear the trickling sound of her pee stream onto the dried leaves as it slowly died out. "That felt so good." she whispered into my ear, an extra emphasis on the "so". At this point, I was in a primal mode as I wanted her so bad I was about ready to tear off our clothes and go at it. However, my reasoning side of my brain with its respect to our desire to wait until marriage overpowered my instincts and I settled for gently pushing her onto her back before then sliding my diamond-cutting-drill-bit of an erection between her thighs. I began thrusting slowly against Lindsay's sopping wet panties and crotch. The warm and damp cotton fabric felt so good against my erection that within a matter of minutes I came, adding my own fluids to her's. As I more or less dismounted, Lindsay started giggling. "What?" I asked, confused. "I guess you really liked that." she answered, smiling. "So did you." I said rather flatly, shifting to put my junk away and zip up my pants. "Yes...yes, I did." she said, still giggling. "Your turn!" I said, moving to get into position to "work my magic" on her. "I already did!" She responded, smiling big. She stood up, slid off her soaking wet panties and handed them to me to place in the plastic bag I was carrying for that exact purpose. She did her best to clean herself up with some tissues from her purse, slid on her clean and dry panties. She then buttoned up her blouse, made herself look the most presentable she could given the circumstances all the while I sat there watching. I couldn't stop thinking just how damn lucky I was. And that concludes this experience. Hopefully it wasn't too hard to follow and some of y'all got some enjoyment out of it. *EDIT - Fixed a few errors that slipped by...probably more, but figured I needed to fix what I saw.*
  3. Arms and legs flopped wildly this way and that, though her blonde hair flapped in the breeze as she ran and the dangling yarn hanging to skirt-length from her aging 70’s era hand-knit sweater moved in a straight line through Central Park West. Phoebe was on her daily jog – she’d had to forego this ritual for a few days to avoid a nasty winter cold snap, but it was a sunny lunchtime sky and a much warmer afternoon today and she planned to take full advantage of it. She delighted, as usual, in running with complete abandon, not caring what people would think of her madcap style – nylon-clad legs and loosely-knit sleeves flailing like a marionette controlled by a tragic victim of an epileptic fit. She saw the familiar right turn on her running route approaching and veered away into the park. As this was the first relatively mild day New Yorkers had experienced in over a week, there were dozens of joggers, bikers and walkers out and about within the confines of the tree-lined trails. And, on this day, Phoebe wasn’t indifferent to the throngs – she was pleased that so many were there. This wasn’t going to be just any run. Phoebe was on a mission. She sprinted into the center of the park, galloping past others and noting how their heads turned to follow her for a moment. Most days, she’d simply shrug it off as an irrelevant detail, but today, it was an opportunity to prepare – a fact that announced itself even more obviously in her mind as her bladder began its telltale throbbing. Oh, she could easily finish her run and get all the way back home without this need to pee becoming an issue, but that’s not what Phoebe had in mind. As heads turned to admire her spirited, if bizarre, trip through Central Park, Phoebe pictured those eyes on her as she wantonly let loose a warm river of pee into her jogging pants and her heart skipped a beat. Just imagining what she was about to do made her damp with anticipation and that was the only encouragement she needed. About halfway through the park, there was a large clearing and a rolling hill that sloped down toward the south. She ran straight to this common gathering place, full speed with the afterburner blasting in her heart – she wanted desperately to get to the proverbial punch line, skip to the last chapter of the story. She never was the patient type, but something inside her just knew that she was on the verge of an important moment of discovery, and that drained all desire for a slow burning build-up to this crescendo. There – up ahead – she could see the sun brightening the clearing ahead of her. She’d arrived, and not a minute too soon! Were you a casual observer, you’d have seen a blonde bullet streaking into the sun in some kind of mad hurry, and then, without warning, slamming on the breaks – her blurry likeness coming into focus and revealing a strange, excited smile. You’d have watched this person stand still for a minute and scan the crowd from one end of the hill to the other, nod with satisfaction, and then casually jog in a new direction – toward the shade of a row of trees. You’d observe as she circled a few times, before finally settling comfortably on the grass and taking a swig from her water bottle. Then you’d probably have looked away, satisfied that she was content to fade into the background and enjoy the odd bit of warmth in the heart of January. You wouldn’t have noticed that, after a moment, she put her hand to her heart and swallowed hard, nor that she glanced nervously around your patch of grass as though she was afraid someone was looking over her shoulder. You’d have missed that look of concentration on her face – unmistakable to anyone paying the slightest bit of attention, and passing from view periodically with a deep sigh and a frustrated grimace. If you were just out for a bite of lunch in the out of doors, you wouldn’t have noticed this battle of wills. And you’d have been sorry to learn that you’d missed such a raw display of drama. Phoebe was caught between the irresistible force of her desire to boldly gamble her pride on this little mission and the immovable training that put her bladder on lockdown. Grown women just didn’t do what she was trying to do! Some part of her mind was screaming “you can’t pee here!” and her sphincter was stubbornly obeying. She strained several times to break through that barrier, but all this accomplished was the feeling of pressure in her neck as her blood pressure climbed and her heart bounded in her ears. Every position she tried – Indian style, crouching, sitting with knees up in front of her, even standing – seemed to make this struggle worse. She couldn’t believe it – she’d been looking forward to this little excursion ever since talking to Joey about her earlier experiment! “Well,” she thought, annoyed, “there’s nothing for it but to sit for a bit and wait it out.” She rested her chin on one knee and lazily took in the passersby. On a normal day, she enjoyed making up stories to go with the faces in the crowd. The teen with the skateboard could become a star-crossed young lover there to meet the girl he dreamed he’d find here. The elderly Asian woman on the benches sipping some sort of hot beverage from a thermos was actually an oracle who could tell your fortune or relive past lives. She even gave life stories to the trees, wondering what they’d seen in the many decades they’d stood watch over Central Park. She hummed under her breath – a random meandering ditty she invented on the spot – and thought of words to describe her surroundings. “Easy breezy, waving trees…all the things that nature sees…old man winter’s such a perv…strips you naked as a jaybird.” She smirked, thinking she’d have to remember that line. Relaxed, she leaned against the trunk of a gnarled tree behind her, singing a little louder now. “Easy breezy, waving trees…fill the world with inner peace…can’t imagine what you’d think…knowing I was on the brink.” This song was taking on a life of its own now. “Easy breezy, waving trees…” She breathed deeply to contain her racing heart as she felt her insides melting. “You’re friend Phoebe’s gonna pee.” The last words came from a different place in her chest – deep down and filled with longing and trepidation – and she held her breath as the floodgates finally opened. Slowly at first, the heat spread and she instinctively pushed her knees together to hide what was happening. After a few seconds at a trickle, she heard a little rush and felt rivulets of pee rolling down from her nether regions to her butt, soaking her jogging pants and French cut cotton panties. “No one can tell,” she mouthed to herself reassuringly. “I’m peeing my pants!” she whispered breathlessly. She only hoped no one noticed her beet red face as the endless seconds ticked by, each one an eternity. People of every sort milled about in the clearing, oblivious to what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she was getting away with this. Her hands shook as she surreptitiously spread her legs just far enough apart to inspect the glistening stain on the insides of both thighs and high on her pelvis, only visible when she quickly lifted her ragtag sweater above the waist. Just to look at the evidence of her misdeed was all it took to drive her completely mad with desire. She wobbled to her feet and dusted the grass off of her backside, quickly tugging her shirt down low enough to obscure the stain. “Bathroom, NOW” she whispered. She had another need to be tended, and if she didn’t do it soon, she thought she might explode. A gust of wind sent a shiver through her, but it wasn’t from the cold – it merely reminded her that her ass was soaking wet with her pee. “What did you do, Phoebes!” she thought, urging herself onward. “You peed your pants! It’s unbelievable! You bad girl!” Oh those words echoing in her head were completely intoxicating. “I knew I’d find you here!” The world stopped, and for a split second, so did Phoebe’s heart. That voice was all too familiar, even though she hadn’t heard it in four years. “You look amazing,” that grizzled, romantic voice intoned. It couldn’t be him – not now, not in this moment. “Turn around and let me look into this beautiful eyes of yours – and don’t tell me you have chicken pox again.” Shocked, Phoebe slowly pivoted and locked eyes with Ryan, her submarine guy, in his dress white uniform and smiling. “Ah, see! Still as lovely as ever…and this time, pock free!” He swooped in to kiss her and sent her head dipping toward the ground behind bent waist. She was so startled that, for a moment she forgot about her previous intentions and lost herself in his embrace. And then, like a speeding locomotive, it all came back to her. Here was Ryan, as if dropped from the heavens in her hour of need, and boy was she needy. Without a second thought, she took hold of his arm and yanked him back toward Central Park West. “C’mon, we’re going to my place.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They stumbled into her apartment and Phoebe called out for Rachel. Getting no answer, much to her relief, she pushed Ryan forcefully toward her bathroom – not the destination he was expecting, but he was more than willing to play along when he saw that hunger in her eyes. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “Am I really so hard to resist?” He didn’t have a chance to say anything else because his mouth was swallowed up in a ferocious animal kiss as they pushed their way inside the little bathroom and Phoebe kicked the door closed behind her. “This is how it’s gonna work, sailor,” she grunted throatily. “I’m gonna give the orders and you’re gonna follow them.” Ryan had never seen Phoebe play this kind of game before, although given his occupation, he was now a little surprised at that fact. “Is that clear?” “Aye, ma’am!” he answered, saluting her as if she were his CO. “What are your orders?” Without a word, Phoebe lifted her sweater over her head, revealing her pee-soaked running pants in all their glory. Ryan’s eyes grew suddenly wider than dinner plates, it seemed to Phoebe. “My God,” he stuttered. “What…happened?” “I was bad, Ryan. So bad. I was out for a run and, just because I wanted to, I peed my pants. That’s not something grown-ups like me do, now is it?” Ryan certainly didn’t expect this turn of events – Phoebe had always seemed like such a flower to him after months in a steel tube with fifty men. But there was something about her choice of words that made his member stand at attention faster than he’d ever felt it spring to life. He was certain Phoebe wasn’t going to miss that fact. “Well?” “Uh…I don’t think so, no, ma’am.” “You have to punish me, Ryan.” He could barely make a guttural croak of acknowledgment. There she was in front of him, soaked from nearly her knees to just below the waist, sweating already from the intense glow of her full-body blush. He could swear he saw heat rising from her like a wave. “I gave you an order, sailor!” “What would you have me do?” he asked, still numb from the jarring surprises she was throwing his way. One look at her almost begging eyes, and the idea came to him. In one swift motion, he lifted her up off the toilet seat and over his shoulder, reached back and slapped her hard on the ass. At the sting, she gasped and clutched at his sides passionately. He raised a hand and slammed it back down a second time, a little harder still and she squeaked her approval. “Naughty…naughty Phoebe,” he said authoritatively as he leveled another blow to the opposite butt cheek. “How could you do this? Are you five?” He was getting into the spirit of this faster than Phoebe would have imagined possible, and she loved it. “I want to bathe in it,” she demanded, her desires interrupted only briefly by another crack of his hand against her wet bottom. “I need to be taught a lesson, I’m so bad,” she said between gasps of air. “Cover me, Ryan, now!” He didn’t seem to understand, as his posture didn’t change. “Pee on me, Ryan. That’s an order.” The thought had never occurred to him, but now that she mentioned it, he was even more aroused. This could pose a problem. He set her back down on her feet and she immediately laid out on the bathroom floor in her white sports bra and jogging pants, waiting expectantly for him to take action. “Uh…I don’t know if you realize this about men, Phoebe, but…” “Oh, don’t quit on me now, soldier! I’ll never behave myself if I’m not punished.” “I’d like nothing better, but…I don’t know if I can. It’s hard to…you know…when I’m…you know! You know?” “That’s not something a girl wants to hear. You’d better follow orders, mister. Don’t make me bust you back down to Ensign.” Encouraged by her insistence, he unzipped and extracted his extremely stiff member – the site of it made Phoebe even more desperate for release. It took him a few tries, but, much to his surprise, he was able to push out a small, fast-moving spurt of pee that splashed Phoebe just below the chin. That first little jet of warm pee startled Phoebe just a little, but she quickly reached a hand under her waistband and rubbed her soaking wet center, slowly at first. “You can do better than that,” she prodded. He tried again, and with slightly less effort, he squirted a second time, aiming this time for her breasts and soaking one of two bra cups. A fully loaded bladder was on the edge of being released completely after this second shot was fired, and, with a little concentration, Ryan was able to start his stream in earnest. Phoebe’s breath quickened still further and she reached two fingers deep inside of herself as he guided his pee from one side of her to the other and from chin to crotch, coating every inch of her with pee other than her face – something about that didn’t seem gentlemanly to him. “You want to pee your pants like an incorrigible child? Let’s see how you like being soaked in it from head to toe. You filthy girl – you wanton little menace!” She quickened the pace of her fingering, knowing his stream would die down soon. She needed to climax while still feeling that warm salt rain pouring over her unpredictably. She was oh so close…and as the flow slowed to a trickle that danced over the arm that reached under those soaking wet pants, she exploded with a scream and her body contorted into orgasm. “Now…take me now!” she begged, still frantically rubbing and fingering her throbbing womanhood. Ryan came prepared, quickly plucking a condom from his pocket, kicking his pants and uniform shirt to one side and diving on top of her, not caring that his undershirt was instantly soaked. He pulled her legs around his waist and slid her jogging shorts and panties off of her, freeing one leg at a time. And, as quickly as he could manage, he was inside her, pushing in as deeply as he could go, and she was moaning even more loudly, barking incoherent orders as he began his rhythmic thrusting. Their grip on each other slipped more than once from all of the wetness around them, but he kept up the pace. With amazing speed, he felt her convulse and she squeezed him between her thighs with amazing force to keep from spending that orgasmic energy on a scream piercing enough to bring the cops down on her apartment. Ecstasy fell on her in waves, and never ceased until he groaned his way into his own spectacular climax and collapsed on top of her. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, the two returned to the real world together. Pee still dripped from Phoebe as she lifted herself and Ryan into a sitting position on the floor. “How long are you here for, Lieutenant?” “Just for today – we’re in port for refueling and then we’re off.” Phoebe’s heart sank. “You’d better clean this mess up, little missy. You were the naughty one – this’ll be part of your punishment.” “Oh Ryan…you always know what to say!”
  4. Tales of Wet Horror Incident on a Sunny Texas Road Okay, so it was last year and I was on a road trip with Linda, Erica and Shaun. We were makin' our way down to Texas to visit Shaun's cousin Ash. It was so hot...seriously! We could have made breakfast on the bonnet of the car it was so hot, just fry up a couple of eggs and some bacon. Anyway, we were driving along this massive straight road, just like the one you always see in movies. Completely deserted. Except for some fields and a couple of farms. See, if I'd gone with you guys, we'd all be complainin' about how thirsty we was, but luckily Linda is one of those girls who packs way more stuff then we actually need., so we were stocked with water and enjoying every minute of it. We had Shaun in the front driving and Erica in the passenger seat with us in the back of the van. It was one of those hippie ones from the 60's or whatever. Me and Linda were sat in the back, just downing all the water but I had no need to pee. It was all good, Linda on the other hand needed it badly. She had her hands stuff into her crotch and kept jiggling around. It was so annoying. Around 4 hours into the journey and things started to kick off. There was a hitch hiker at the side of the road. We were still awhile away from him, he was just a speck in the distance. “Hey guys, Hitch hiker!” Erica piped, practically screaming in Shaun's ear. How did I know this? Well... “Jesus Christ woman! You just screamed right in my fucking ear drum” Shaun yelled. I could see the spit fly out of his mouth and hit Erica in the face. I stifled a giggle. “Let's pick him up.” Erica continued, ignore the spit dripping off her face. “And so begins...The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” Shaun said in his best narrator voice. It was terrible. “Can we pull over? I gotta pee” Linda quickly said. “Use a bot-” Shaun began. “Let's pick him up!” Erica interrupted, she kept repeating this until eventually Shaun broke. “Fine, we'll fucking pick him up!” He yelled, a combination of sunburn and anger making him go bright red. We pulled over near the hitch hiker and I opened up the back door of the van. He quickly ran over and jumped in. He was short with greasy black hair and his shirt was just drenched in sweat, he stank of it. But, he had been walking along the road for god knows how long, so we really couldn't blame him. He stepped to the back of the van and took a seat, before looking around us all. “Hi! What's a bunch of kids like you guys doing in a crappy place like this?” He said with a large smile. He seemed pleasant. “We're heading down to Shaun, the ugly guy driving” Linda began, Shaun interrupted with a quick obscenity, Linda laughed it off. “We're heading down to his cousins, it's not far from here. Probably a couple of miles” “It been awhile since you've seen him?” This mysterious man asked. He just seemed to be so nice, like the one cool uncle everyone has. We made small talk with him for awhile, before Linda turned to Shaun. “Hey can we pull over? I still gotta pee” At this point, she was completely incapable of staying still and I really couldn't blame her. I looked down to her crotch and saw a small penny sized wet patch. I kept staring but I really should of being looking at the Hitch hiker. When we neared town he suddenly spoke in a deadly serious voice. “You kids know what that building is?” He pointed to a large stone building. It must have been abandoned for years. Bits of the roof had come off and rust was wearing away at the buildings door. “Back in the ole days, they used to take murderers and such out there. This wasn't the police or anything this was just citizens and all that stuff. When the justice system had gone and fucked up, they'd take all these criminals and such an' they'd torture 'em for a while. String 'em up and beat them.” We just stared at him for a few seconds, a big grin on his face. I was getting nervous because of it. He suddenly leapt forward and started grabbing Shaun, pulling him back by the throat. Erica starts punching him, trying to force him off, but the guy took the beating until the van ended up going off road, hit a rock and flipped over. It must have been about an hour later when I woke up. I was the first one awake. The first thing I felt was a sting of pain in my ankle and I looked down to it. Linda was lying on my leg. The next thing I felt was a warm, wet feeling on the same ankle. I saw that Linda was peeing herself. The crash must of knocked her around and made her lose control. I saw the urine make it's way down to her ass and onto my ankle, pooling just underneath it. I gotta admit, it felt good. But I was busy panicking at the situation. I started screaming and the others came too. “What the hell...” Shaun said, stirring from his rest. He had a large gash on his forehead which was dripping down is face. “Where the fuck is that old guy?!” I then noticed that the hitch hiker had disappeared. Once we were all conscious, we stood outside on the road, besides the van. Linda squatted down and finished off her pee. She didn't want Shaun to see her lady parts so she just peed through her green panties. I'm sure it helped cool her off but she kept sobbing. “This is just fucking perfect!” Shaun yelled, you've probably guessed by now, but he swore a lot. “Just fucking perfect. My van's screwed, she's pissed herself, were all beat up and that old guy could be anywhere.” “I'm gonna end up wetting myself soon. That bastard really shook up my bladder” Now that she mentioned it, I really had to pee as well. We argued for about half an hour before we started walking up the road. We would probably arrive in town in about an hour. Luckily he knocked us off the road quite close to it. Shaun and Erica walked up ahead while me and Linda stayed at the back. I was comforting her while holding my pee in. I could feel it pushing up against my bladder wall, just begging to spray into my black jeans. I pushed my fingers into my crotch and pretended to listen to what Linda was saying. She was saying something about “Oh god this happens way too often”. I kept stopping, trying to stop my pee from leaving my bladder and making me look like a fool. At this point I looked ahead to Erica and saw she was in as bad a situation as I was. She was pushing her dress into her crotch, giving me a view of her black thong. I had no idea she had a birthmark there, anyway, she was putting her fingers into her vagina, trying to prevent the flow. It looked like she'd all ready gone a little because I could see a few droplets on her legs. Noticing this caused me to lose control for a second, urine dripping into my panties. I yelped and Linda turned to me. “You okay?” She questioned. Tilting her head slightly. “I'm gonna piss myself.” I whimpered, tears appearing in my eyes. It was at the point, I thought “Screw this, I'm not ruining these jeans” I pulled my jeans down and squatted. I let go and starting peeing into my panties. I could feel the warmth pushing right through my panties and into the sand below. It sprayed a little to left and got onto my shoe, but I was busy enjoying it...the relief. Enjoying the relief. I could feel the others stare at me but I was busy. I finished up and stood, pulling my jeans over my panties. “Okay. Now she's pissed herself. I'd feel like a bitch if I didn't do the same.” She lifted her skirt out the way and gave us all a view of her thong. “Nice ass.” Shaun said, slapping her ass. “9/10 would bang” “Why not 10?” Erica replied, slightly annoyed “You did scream in my ear.” Shaun replied quickly. As he said that a stream started to drop down from in between Erica's legs and a large grin graced her face. It dropped down into the dirt below her and soaked into the sand. I watched with my mouth open and I started ge-and so did the others. Eventually she finished up and we started walking again. We eventually reached town and found a gas station. As we were about to walk in, a truck pulled up along side us. A fat man with sunglasses and a trucker hat leaned out of the drivers seat. “You kids okay?” The trucker asked. He was driving a tow truck. “Yeah Fine. Why do you ask?” Erica said, defensively. “Well one of y'alls got a gash on your head and one of you'se is limping.” He answered, wiping sweat off his brow. “Our car flipped” Shaun replied. The warm weather irritating him. “I 'spose I could errr.... help you kids out. Show me where your car is. I'll flip it back over and tow it to town” The trucker said. “Al do it for $20. you guys lookin' like your day couldn't get any worse” Shaun agreed and hopped into the truck with Erica. We agreed to meet back at the gas station in an hour. Me and Shaun got into the truck. For a truck driver it was surprisingly clean, But it was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. Maybe the engine was bigger or something, I don't know. My underwear was getting uncomfortable in between my legs. I should of just taken them off and pissed in front of everyone. I can at least sleep a little while I'm back here. Everything went to plan. A couple of them kids got into the cab with Bubba and now I'm just waiting in the back of the cab. behind the fake wall we put up. I'm gonna wait 'till the guys outside helpin' Bubba with his car then I'll grab the girl and he can get the guy. I'm gonna enjoy gettin' this girl. She gave me a serious headache with her punchin' on me while I was grabbing her boyfriend. Ah well. Looks like were here. It's show time. “Creepy story. But you pissed yourself on purpose, why?” Kim questioned. Jessica went bright red and stuttered “W-well I...errr” “Hey what happened to Shaun and Erica?” Cassie interrupted “I presume they went down to his cousin's. I think he moved down there. Haven't seen him since then. They just ditched me and Linda there. Ass holes” Jessica replied, gracious that Cassie had interrupted. “Well Kim. It's your turn.” Robin said, giving Kim a wide smile. “Okay. But if you laugh at me for this, I swear to god.....” Fun fact: Picking up hitch hikers will always be a horrible idea. Please comment. For every comment, some hot girl out there wets herself.
  5. Here’s a ~20 minute video of a cute blonde putting on some pink sweats and a pink tank top and then purposely wetting herself on webcam, then showering with them on. At the end, she strips to her thong, and then takes that off. Note: there’s nudity in it. But no masturbation and things of the sort. Mind you, I kinda skimmed through it before watching the full thing in order to share it on here ASAP. Sorry if I missed anything! Enjoy! PS - If anyone has any spandex/ leggings/ sweatpants/ yoga pants videos... lemme know! They’re my favourite! Thanks! Blodne Wets Pink Sweatpants on Webcam.flv
  6. File Name: みずもれ MIX 46 File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 27 Mar 2016 File Category: Female Wetting A new compilation video ripped from FC2. It's two hours long and has something for everyone--desperation, accidents, intentional wetting, masturbation, squirting, public wetting, school girls, uniforms, and more. Enjoy! Click here to download this file
  7. My friend and I still love to go to her place and wet ourselves together. Although I was the one that made her go into this fetish, she was the one that continued making me like wetting and not lose my fetish (If that didn't really made sense, I basically started losing interest in omorashi and she made me regain interest). It started in her room when we were just talking. We somehow started talking about my bladder problem. I told her how annoying it was to have that problem and how I feel like the only one that wets themselves. A few minutes later, she told me I was wrong and "it happened to me just now", and she stood up, showing the wet spot on her chair and on her jeans o-o. I was surprised at first and thought that was the last time she would do it... but I was totally wrong. The next day, she called me and asked me to go to her house again. When she said "And most importantly, bring extra pants and panties", I knew what we were gonna do ;P We've been doing it for a very long time (For years), but because of school and other stuff in life, we haven't done it as often now as back then. We're planning on meeting soon though. I'm surprised how addicted she is in omorashi; I'm pretty sure she's into omorashi more than I am, too. At first, she was doing it more or less to make me happy, but as time pass, she's been doing more sexual actions involving wetting (No sex, not with me at least. She also managed to masturbate after losing to a holding contest while I was talking to her on the phone once, unless that orgasm was just my imagination or something else). We did many things together that I won't say here, since there's just too many things to list and explain lol I hope you liked reading it, I'll probably share certain experiences I had with her later :3
  8. Yesterday evening my girlfriend and I went out hiking. It was a somewhat warm day, so we had been drinking a fair amount of water to stay hydrated. We were on the return leg of our hike, and at this point she had gone through a couple bottles of water already. My girlfriend is primarily into diapers, though she is happy to wet in private for me when I ask. Often when we go out, she will ware a diaper under her clothes and secretly wet herself. Desperation and public accidents really are not her thing, nor is that something I am really into, so unlike some couples into omorashi we don't have play public holding games or have accidents. Though she often wears a diaper when we go hiking, she had not on this particular trip. As we were on the return portion of the hike, she suddenly tells me she has to pee. Often she says this to me, being playful, because she knows I will be interested. Usually she doesn't actually have to pee when she says this, she just likes the ability to instantly distract me and forget whatever else we were talking about. However, I could tell from the way her voice sounded this wasn't her usual playful statement of having to pee, but she was serious. Usually, when she needs to pee, she just holds it and doesn't say anything, unless she is intentionally being naughty and peeing in her diaper. Otherwise, it is something she tends to make a fuss about. That she had to pee so bad she was telling me about it, and not in a playful mood, indicated that she was extremely desperate. As holding isn't her thing, it was unusual for her to be in such a situation. The issue of course was that she had drank two bottles of water. She also doesn't particularly like relieving herself outdoors. This was a mountain trail, that had a steep drop off one side and a steep upward cliff on the other, so there was no leaving the trail to find a bush or tree to hide behind. Every couple of minutes we had passed other hikers on the trail, so pulling down her pants and relieving herself on the path would of been extremely risky. I have no desire to force her to have an accident that she doesn't want, and her concern about needing to pee made me concerned for her. I legitimately wanted to help her out. One option of course was to relieve herself on the trail, right there, but that would of been very risky. Another option would be to try to hold it until we get to the trail head, where there was an outhouse, but she said she wasn't sure if she could make it that far, even though we were almost done with the hike. Finally, we could continue on the trail, keeping our eyes open for a suitable place where she could pee. A bend in the trail, that would give us a good sight line to see people coming from a ways off, we decided would be a good spot where she could just go on the trail. Or, of course some place where it got a bit flatter and she could sneak behind a tree. A few minutes later, walking down the trail ahead of her, I suddenly her her gasp and spun around. She had a shocked look on her face, her eyes huge, hands covering her mouth, a telltale wet patch had appeared on her pants and was rapidly growing. Completely on accident, without intending to at all, she had fully wet herself. "I can't believe I just did that," she said, more surprised than embarrassed. Her face was very red, however. With her pants soaking wet, we quickly made our way down to the trail head. At one point a group of hikers passed us, but we could hear their voices before we saw them. Almost back to the trail head at that point, the terrain had leveled out and my girlfriend had leaped into the shrubs to hide from them. As soon as they were safely out of sight she sprinted to the car. She hid inside the car, out of view, while I caught up with her. We then drove home where she cleaned up.
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    Jasmine needs diapers since she clearly can't hold her pee.
  10. Two photo sets I dug out of the archives. I spent several hours downloading these, over a phone line in the 90's. Can anyone tell me about them. Original source Etc. Thanx! GrayJep.zip GrayTaylor.zip
  11. Faust simply couldn't resist....After playing through so many of the games, and having been driven for a good story to write through in such a while...Faust has finally caved, and decided to write one that runs along a familiar storyline... A Pokemon storyline! Faust figured he could write a bit of a story about Pokemon things...Though, for this time, it won't be an interactive. No, Faust wants to write his own sort of experience with the game....[Moon, in case one asks]....And, as a result...here we are! Though, Faust will warn...This first section is less on the lewd fun, and more on the....well, plot. And, most importantly... There are possible spoilers that will be throughout the story. Especially for this first chapter. If you have not played the games, and wish to remain unspoiled...Faust highly advises you to shy away from this story. Faust apologizes..... So, with a sizable little gap...and some work..Faust presents.... [Faust's adventures in Sun/Moon] ================================================================================================================================================ [Spoiler-inducing Plot starts here] 'Alright....This is it.' The boy had been plotting this for weeks....Saved up his allowance for months on end, and waited. He knew it wasn't a good idea...He knew that his mother would be upset, but.... 'The way they treat it.....' he thought, with a cringe as he thought back to the first time he saw...it.. They were running some kind of experiment, and it went out of control....So, they sealed it with some kind of.....mask. And, what's worse...They continued to experiment on it....trying...failing...and freezing it between attempts. Even if they all insisted that it didn't matter...That it was just a tool...A means to an end......He knew better. Just because the adults thought he was too young to understand...He could see the pain in it's eyes.... He couldn't say why, but he felt a bond with it.....and he had to do this, even if his mother would hate him for it. Even if he'd have to leave her behind.... He couldn't let it remain tortured by those cruel experiments..... He glanced down at the rucksack along his back..... He didn't have a bunch of supplies....but, he took what he could gather. He wouldn't be able to return ever again....... 'I'm sorry...' he thought back, remembering the face of another...Someone he had to leave behind.... 'But...this is something only I can do..' A figure in a white outfit paced by, and the boy flattened himself against the wall. He had to make use of his small frame to get through this....To pull this off. 'If I'm found doing this, there won't be any second chances.' he thought to himself....As the figure paced by him....And he had his chance. The boy scampered as quietly as he could across the halls, towards a certain door...And cautiously pushed open the door......Nervously peering in. One person, and this whole thing would be for naught...... But, he breathed the smallest sighs of relief. There was no one....As he had hoped. The boy opened the door, and moved over to a familiar panel...Having watched the scientists do it so many times..... 'I'm here..' he thought, sliding his hands over a button, and pressing it... Kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... He could hear the machine coming to life, and the being he had come to save slowly rearing it's head again. It was like something out of a horror movie that almost resembled a dog....... An axe blade on it's head, mounted on top of a rust-colored mask that hid it's face....Green Talons in place of front legs....A dorsal fin in place of a tail...feathers in place of the dog's neck, and seemingly mundane hind legs, were adorned with violet scales. To the common eye, it was an abomination....To the scientists, a stepping stone in pursuing a greater goal.....But to him, it was an animal that had succumbed to far too many tortuous experiments....Pushed far too hard to accomplish something it couldn't do in the unreasonable time period they expected it to. Perhaps it was the horrid expectations that lead the boy to form an attachment with it..... "They call you Type: Null..." the boy called to himself, as the being started to rise up. "Saying you're 'Nothing.' ......That if you can't meet their goals, you're worthless.." The monster gave a sort of low growl, crimson eyes behind the mask glaring back at the boy as he dug through his bag...And pulled out a small spherical object. Red on the top, white on the bottom.... "I don't know if this will even work, but.." the boy called, holding it up. "I can't very carry you out of here. But maybe..." The being lunged at this, pouncing on the boy, as it let out a sharp cry. The boy flinched..... Was Null becoming feral again? The green talons dug into his outfit, shredding the fabric like tissue paper...As the being glared down at him...Crimson eyes looking like they were gazing into his soul. "I'm not your enemy....." He quietly called, as he felt the talons digging a bit deeper. "I'm here to help you....If you'll let me." The being showed no signs of understanding, feeling as if it was about to tear him into pieces....Before it relented, and backed up off of him. The boy slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, before climbing to his feet again, not once breaking eye contact. "Will you trust me, Null?" He called, the being looking back at him silently. For a few moments, the tension in the air was palpable....Before it slowly knelt down on it's talons, and lowered it's head in what was unmistakably a bow. The boy gave the smallest of smiles, as he moved to pick the ball up off the floor from when he was tackled....And lightly tapped it against the beast's mask. To his marvel and relief, the beast was suddenly encompassed in a red light, as the sphere opened up....and the being was whisked away into the object. It rocked a few times in his grip, before closing with a soft Ka-lick....And he held it up. "I promise I'll keep you safe...Null.." he solemnly swore to himself, tucking the ball away and starting out. The hard part had been over....Now, he just had to make it back.... He wanted to go back to his sister's room...He wanted to bid her farewell...To let her know his plan...But.... 'I can't...I shouldn't take any unnecessary risks..' he thought to himself, riding the lift up to the docks, and tugging the straps of his bag firmly. 'I've already done the hard part....Now, I just need to..' He wished he had a hat. If he did, he could have easily passed off as just another tourist of the area....He could have slipped out in the broad daylight off of the island. But, as it was..... "So, your mind is made up Master?" a woman's voice called, as the boy closed his eyes...cringing a bit as he held his hand over his face. "Yes...." he called, firmly. "It's too late to back out now. I've already taken Null, so..." The woman's voice didn't seem upset...More, amused. "Stealing a pokeball, and then taking such an important tool.....You know she won't be happy with you." "Well, with a mother like that, I'd rather be an Orphan." the boy sneered, turning with a glare. "Is the boat ready?" "Of course, Master." the woman mused, bowing. "Just remember. No matter what, you'll always have a place here, Master G.." "Don't give me that sappy talk.." he snapped back, pacing on. "If I never come back here, it'll be too soon. Just....Do me a favor, will you?" "Anything, my young master." the woman called, leading the boy out. For a few moments, the two were silent...As the boy gave a last, fleeting look to the upper part of the building. "Watch after her for me, will you?" he stated, in just as firm a tone as he had with Null. "I'll keep an eye on your sister as best I can...Master." the woman mused to him....As he stepped onto the boat. "Thank you..." ..... ........... ................. After a ride that seemingly lasted forever, the boy could feel his heart finally returning to a normal pace, as he started off the boat and towards the first building he could recognize. "Do you have any rooms for rent here?" he demanded immediately, as the woman behind the counter turned to look at him. "Ah...We sure do, but aren't you a bit young..?" she asked...as he reach into his bag, and pulled out a large stack of bills...Slapping them down on the counter. "I'd like to reserve one for as long as this will get me." he stated firmly, "That's not a problem, is it?" "Well..No.." the woman started. "But...This would cover you for several months...maybe even years! Are you sure you want to spend this much money? You might be able to buy a house for this much..." "I don't care.." the boy snapped firmly, as the woman looked visibly uncomfortable at taking such an offer... "I just need a place to stay for a while." "Well.....okay. If you say so." the woman called, picking up a key from behind the counter, and holding it to the boy. "Two doors down on your right. Just...Um..make yourself at home then." "I will..." the boy called, taking the key...and starting out. As he paced down the outside, he saw the sun coming up...and gave a small sigh. 'She's probably waking up about now..' he thought to himself, before shaking his head. 'I'm sorry...But..I had to do it. Forgive your brother...would you?' This was his life now....His, and Null's. He looked at the pokeball with a tensed, almost angry sigh....before sliding the key into his door, and starting in. Grogginess hit him like a wave from the ocean finally crashing ashore. He barely had the energy to shut his door, and drop his bag before collapsing onto the makeshift bed. It wasn't as fancy, or regal as the one he was used to, but... It was good enough. It'd have to do, for as long as he would keep this up..... ..... ........ Several miles later, a younger girl would be waking up to a damp bed of her own, blushing brightly and sniffling. "A..Ah...Uwahh.." she lightly stated, rubbing her eyes. "I.it happened again. I...I hope Big brother can help me with the mattress again....." She shuddered to think of how her mother would scold her if she knew she was still having problems with wetting the bed. She just...had so many bad dreams....And she couldn't help it. She gingerly hopped off the bed to inspect the damage, her own pajamas soaked and cold from the experience. She took a few calming breaths, before moving to sneak through the hallways...To a room that she didn't know was now vacant. With no letter telling of his destination, no explanation of why.....Where....or how. She didn't know how rough the next few years would be...How much his little break-out affected their 'Research' she was unaware about...And, most worrying of all..... .... ..... She had no idea she herself would go through the same thing in a few years time....With an entirely different pokemon, abused for it's power and potential. Not to mention, a much less clean getaway...... ========================================================================================================SpoilerEndslinehere================ ...... .......... ............. "....ust........Fa..st....Faust!" another voice called, snapping a similarly young boy out of a trance, quite a while later. "Wake up! We've finally arrived in the Alola Region!" The boy in this case lightly shook his head, emerald hair matted to his neck from the heat of the area invading the windows of the moving truck. He let out a quiet sigh at this...As the woman nudged him gently. "C'mon, don't be all pouty! We're in Alola now! It's a Beautiful island paradise!" she called happily, grinning. "I know you miss it back in Kanto, but you'll come to love it here...I just know you will!" "Yeah....I guess." The boy sulked, lightly closing his eyes as the woman opened the door, the beautiful, bright sunlight permeating the air....And lightly jarring the boy's attempts at dozing off again. "And I've got an old friend that I think you'll just love to meet!" the woman added, grinning. "Especially since you just had your birthday!" "Yeah, Mom.. While we were Moving." he snapped, clearly sounding bitter. "I sure loved skipping out on a party and all that." "Well, what I have planned is even better than a party." She mused, grinning. "but...I think I'll let you wait and see..." The boy gave a low leer at his mother, as several figures that had the muscles of body builders, but greyed skin and four arms appeared from the mover's pokeballs.....Pokemon, meant to carry heavy loads for them. "For now, I'd say just get settled. Maybe take a look around town honey?" the mother called, gently nudging the boy. "Get a real feel for the area, you know?" "I'd rather get some sleep.." the boy admitted, as the woman chuckled, and shook her head. "At least give the place a chance." she mused, grinning. "Then, you can just sleep your life away like a Komala." "Fine, fine.." the boy grumbled, slinking away with a sigh. Alola was...bright that was for sure. And, everything looked so vibrant and full of life. Something that he clashed with horribly.... "Can't believe we just moved out here.." Faust mumbled to himself, stifling another yawn. "Says she loves all of the pokemon here, but won't even let me get one. I swear..." It seemed like a nice sort of getaway...But not a place he wanted to stay. Kanto had been a bit adventurous in the past with Team Rocket, but....It was generally a safe experience. He had been excited to be getting his first pokemon, but with his mother's impeccable timing... They were on the road when he was supposed to be talking to professor Oak.....When he could have gotten a Charmander, a Bulbasaur, or a Squirtle. 'Hell, even a pikachu would have been fine.' he thought to himself, sighing. 'Do they even do anything like that here in Alola? I heard there were no gyms around here. They don't even have a pokemon league...So, they might not even have someone passing out pokemon....' He couldn't hide his disappointment as he passed through the small town...Seeing people greet one another, but generally avoiding him. He could already feel it... He didn't belong, and he would end up hating every minute of his time in Alola. Nobody wanted to speak with an outsider, and without a pokemon, he didn't dare to walk into the tall grass. He was about to double back and go back home, when a voice caught his ears. "You..want to go to the ruins Nebby?" a girl's voice called...looking like she was speaking into a sports bag. The bag, most surprisingly, seemed to rock back and forth at her side.....And emitted some sort of sound. 'Pew....' ..... He looked the girl over once more, seeing long...flowing blonde hair, wearing a white dress..With a matching, if oversized beach-like hat. She seemed a bit out of the ordinary too....And, for lack of anything better to catch his attention...The boy found himself following her.....Wondering... 'What is she doing...?' ===================================================================================================================================== Faust hopes you enjoyed reading so far...and hopes to have more up for you all soon.
  12. View File Sasha Concentration Problem Finally I think I have a file to contribute that I have not seen on here. This extremely cute girl is obviously having issues peeing while being filmed. She seems to take it in stride though. Enjoy! WARNING: The girl removes her top in the middle of the video exposing her breasts. Submitter amberpee Submitted 03/21/2015 Category Panty Wetting  
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    Princess K Desperation

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    Sorry Everyone... It's been awhile.. Hope this makes up for it a little bit.. Keep up the great work everyone that post or make vids.. Awesome Job... Hope You All Enjoy!!!!! Purple AE Jeans and Black Corset Wetting - (HD mp4) I am wearing my purple AE jeans in this video and my bladder is completely full! I have been drinking sweet tea and water all day long and I haven't used the bathroom in over 4 hours. My bladder is just about to the bursting point but I try my best to hold it in for as long as I can. I do the pee pee dance, crotch grabbing, squatting, and more trying to hold in this hot pee but it is all in vain as it doesn't take me long to spring a leak. Once the pee starts dribbling out it is impossible to hold the rest in. I have to release my full bladder to ease the pressue so I let it all flow out, a whole fountain of pee, right down the legs of my purple AE jeans. I keep going and going until my bladder is completely empty... then I show off my big wet mess and talk to you about how you should have been drinking it... sucking it out of my jeans, swallowing it all down...

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  14. kingslyzissou

    Wetting Scene in Evil Dead Re-make

    A heads up to anyone interested in this sort of thing; I saw the Evil Dead re-make today and it features a female wetting scene about one-third of the way in. (potential spoiler alert) ................................ Well i guess it's not too much of a spoiler to anyone who's seen the originals or even commercials for the new one that the story involves demons trying to possess hapless youngsters at an isolated cabin to transform them into monstrous "deadites" which, in turn, attempt to wreak further havoc on the remaining hapless youngsters. As one of the girls starts to feel the evil forces tugging at her she becomes terrified and attempts to flee. she is frozen by an unseen force and we then see pee pouring down her legs and forming a puddle beneath her. Probably a fear wetting as she's clearly scared out of her mind but could also be the physical shock of her possession. We see other characters go into convulsions or foam at the mouth as the demons attempt to possess them, however this is the only time peeing is shown and they play up how frightened she is just before it happens so there you go. Incidentally i'm a big horror movie fan AND a big female fear wetting fan and I've always been a bit disappointed there weren't more fear wettings in them. Seems like a missed opportunity. (I guess Pieces and Friday the 13th part 2 have them but that doesn't seem like much in the grand scheme of movie history)
  15. ArnoldKegel

    sience fiction

    This is the first story I post. I got my inspiration from older stories, so some parts might appear well-known. Perhaps my style isn't very good. Improving suggestions are welcome, but I decide wether it is an improvement or not. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2515-08-02. Actually, my system can detect every human bladder on this planet, as soon as its content reaches the 1-litre mark. But of course, I have fed the computer with lots of attributes. I prefer a certain kind of woman. Yesterday, I witnessed a great drama; one of the most thrilling since I acquired the system. The system detected her when she was in the mall of a city she visited. She was 46 and still very attractive. She must have drunk a lot. She followed the ladies room signs and was shocked to see that the doors were locked. She blushed, turned to the left and crossed her right leg before the left, stood there for three seconds and thought what to do next. It was clear, she needed to find another restroom soon. But she had no idea where to go. Then she saw a security guard sitting at a counter and walked up to him. Her steps were cautious but fast. For a moment her left hand felt her bulging bladder. She asked for directions to her hotel. The security guard went into detail, while she, with both hands on the counter, crossed her legs again, bent her knees slightly and pressed her thighs together. Her thoughts: Come on, get to the point! Finally, she thanked the guard and went quickly up the nearby escalator, still with no idea where she was going, and crossing her legs again. At that moment her thoughts revealed that she had never pissed herself since she was a toddler. She got off the escalator and began walking through the walkway, slightly bent over. Her thoughts: I can hold it. I'm a grown-up woman. I can behave myself. I won't pee before I sit on a toilet. But the system showed me that her lock muscle was already weakening. Her huge bladder was attacking it again and again. Sometimes she bent more over, agony in her blushed face. Sometimes she bent her knees and performed a mix of walking and running. She pressed her left hand against the crotch of her jeans from time to time. She had no idea where that tunnel was going, but finally it came out at a hotel, not her hotel. Her thoughts: There are bathrooms in that hotel. Just hold on for another minute. She headed for the lobby and was greeted with a big sign at the bathroom that said bathrooms were for guests only. Her thoughts: That's okay. I'm a guest of the city and I have to piss like a racehorse. She walked towards the door and was stopped halfway by a huge security guard. "Ma'am are you a guest here?" Bending her left knee, moving it behind her right, lifting her left foot, pressing her thighs together, her right hand meddling with the button of her jeans, trying to smile, she said: "Yes." But he asked for her room key. She said she didn't have it with her, and stood now with her legs crossed, the right before the left, agony was back in her face. The guard seemed unmoved and just told her she couldn't use the bathroom. She: "Listen, I'm from out of town and I really, really need to use the restroom. What do you suggest?" He shrugged, said he couldn't help her, and asked her to leave. Her thoughts: Asshole! Everybody wants me to piss myself today. I won't do that. Not me! She went back in the walkway and unbuttoned her jeans. Her zipper was halfway down now and her purple knickers were partly visible under her bladder bulge. She didn't care about how obvious it was. Her left hand was holding her crotch again. Her thoughts: Come on. Find a toilet. Don't be childish. Just hold it. Find a toilet. You must not piss yourself. It would be so embarrassing. Find a toilet. Walking helps me holding it. I walk as fast as I can. She was breathing heavily, her mouth half open, her brows contracted. When no-one was around she stopped for a moment, held her crotch, moved her left foot far behind her right, so that her whole weight bore down on her right leg. She bent over and curtseyed deeply three times, squeezing as tightly as possible, moaning. Then she continued hurrying, both hands clenched to a fist. She considered squatting down and peeing right there in the walkway. Her thoughts: Impossible! Even if no-one's around. There are security cameras. It would be as embarrassing as wetting myself. Pull yourself together, girl! You have to hold on. Find a toilet. My bladder seems to be fuller than it has ever been. Mean bladder, stop pressing! I don't want to piss now. Not yet. Find a toilet. I have never had to take a piss this badly in my life. There was a car park nearby. She found it and considered peeing there. But again, it was full of security cameras. A quick squeeze with her fingers was necessary again. She walked around for a while with her small but fast steps, teeth gritted, agony face, sometimes shaking her hands. She was desperately looking for a bathroom sign. She had to squeeze her crotch again and again. Her thoughts: I must have been wandering around like this for two hours now. Don't think about it. Find a toilet. She had tears in her eyes. A young man was approaching and was going to walk past when she stopped him and asked him where there was a ladies' room. The man looked at her with pity. She said: "I've been holding it forever and I can't find any bathrooms in this city." Answer: "Try a hotel, honey." The tortured and desperate woman explained she'd already been kicked out of one. She was dancing on the spot, shaking her hands, her head thrown back. The man seemed surprised and said to try another. Huge Bladder thanked him and left. I noticed that the man kept standing there and gazed. Our desperate Lady found a lift and went in, wondering if she had the guts to pee in it. No, that wasn't possible either. As soon as she was inside, she started pee dancing and pacing around. Her zipper was down now. She kneaded her pussy with her left hand, only her knickers in between. She was groaning when the voice of the lift asked her for the floor. She pressed out: "I don't know. I need the loo." Nothing happened. After five seconds the voice asked again. "Ten! Ten!", she replied, almost crying. The lift started moving. Her thoughts: Why ten? Dammit, i can't hold it any longer. I just can't. It's about to come out. I don't care anymore. I'm gonna piss in this lift. In the midst of pulling her jeans and knickers down, the lift reached the tenth floor, the doors opened, and there was a ladies' room right in front of her. That's it, she thought. Almost there. Bent over, half squatting, hopping from foot to foot, she pulled her knickers up again, then the tight jeans, not quite to the appropriate level, her left hand flew back to her pussy, and she darted out of the lift with a groan. At that moment, my system detected a leaking. After so many fierce attacks by that giant bladder, her poor little lock muscle had a weak moment. She lost a few drops that dispersed into the folds of the inner lips of her squeezed pussy. Her thoughts: No! Not yet! Not yet! Please. A big sign said something about guests only. She didn't care. No-one was around. Whimpering, she pee-danced in and into a stall. She closed the door and lifted the toilet lid with her right hand. But then she had to use both hands to pull her tight jeans and knickers down. Despite clenching her thighs together as tight as possible and holding her breath, she lost a few more drops. Knickers down and a sharp spurt escaped from her exhausted pussy while she was lowering herself onto the toilet, the spurt almost missed the bowl. At last, she could release the tension of that tiny muscle, that had been holding back the impending blast for so long. There she sat, sweating, sighing with relief. Her hands and knees were shaking. She buried her face in her hands. Then, still peeing, she looked at the damage in her knickers. The wet spot was about two inches long and about one inch wide, a mix of urine and vaginal fluid. Her thoughts: I can't believe it. Incontinent. Me. I better take up Kegel exercises tomorrow. My system measured a micturition of 1437ml.
  16. hey! Im looking for a video that was on youtube awhile back! its a girl with a mask to cover her eyes, and i think she is with her friend/sister, and sits down with blue jeans and pee on a towel. the video is a bit long beacause they were messing around a little first, thanks for any feedback!
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    The wetting from JAV CETD-194 This woman comes across as an amateur and is being driven around in a see-thru one-piece kind of negligee. She has to pee and her JAV controller talks her into squatting on a driveway. After all the talk of see-thru one-pieces it's not as flashy as it sounds, and see-thru doesn't extend to the crotch, which is unpixelated. But an atmospheric clip, with thunder rumbling overhead and sighs of relief. WARNING: some BREASTS, but really only glimpses.

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  18. Despfan31

    female New Youtube Wettings

    Searched YouTube and found 4 new wetting videos. The first 3 are from a YouTube user called Our Li'l Puddles and the jeans wetting is from a female drummer also on YouTube. Enjoy desperation peeing pants while washing clothes.mp4 humiliating pee accident.mp4 wetting jeans present.mp4 I Peed in my Purple Jeans.mp4
  19. Just met a kinky play partner who's seriously open to almost anything! This is only her second wetting ever - her first was this past weekend, and she liked it so much she wanted to do it for me again today. But only if I shared it with you all, since she loves that part of it, too! I personally love the after videos, where she describes how wet and gross she feels. :D ShesWet1.mp4 ShesWet2.mp4 ShesWet3.mp4
  20. threepoint14

    Where can I find this?

    Hi, I just can't find a video for hours, please someone help me! I think I saw it on youtube. There was a girl with a standing up urinating device, she tries it, but fails, and half of the pee goes in her jeans. She laughs a lot about it. Thank you!
  21. oldtimer1955

    French MILF panty wetting

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    I have about 40 of these French matures panty wetting, mostly outside. There is a little incidental nudity. I couldn't find them on a search here. Here are the thumbs. And here is a sample. Are they of any interest? [Admin - if they are of interest what is the preferred way of uploading ~40 MP4 files, totaling about 350MB Thanks.]

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  22. Pee Tee

    female THE NETBALL GAME

    Here is a story which I have written recently, hope some of you like it. Anne was a keen netball player at school, playing in the first team and also at County level. When she went on to college at 18, she continued to play in the college league and her friends and social life developed around the girls with whom she played in the college team. Often after matches at the weekend there would be partying and drinking and flirting with boys. One of the things that Anne and some of the other girls in the team had found was that while they were running and jumping around on the netball court, if they were in need of a wee, they would sometimes find that they accidentally wet themselves a bit, which in medical terms is called stress incontinence. The girls in the team were wearing a team strip of maroon coloured polo shirts and short pleated netball skirts, with maroon coloured cotton knickers, white ankle socks and trainers. Often when they came off court at the end of a game several of the girls would have a darker coloured damp patch to their cotton knickers beneath their skirts, where they had wet themselves. If it was only a small amount then, if it was ever noticed by a casual onlooker, this could be put down to perspiration after a hard game. In the changing rooms afterwards the girls would talk openly about this happening, and would laugh amongst themselves about wetting themselves while playing, often not even noticing at the time that it happened. Anne had found the she was beginning to wet herself regularly at almost every game and so had decided to wear a thin panty liner while playing, to hide the fact and avoid any embarrassment. At one of the weekend parties Anne had met a boy, Alex, and after a while they had begun dating. Several months passed and, although they both took things slowly, as they really got to know each other the relation became more serious and they fell in love. Alex came to quite a few netball matches to cheer the team on and then went on to the after match parties with the girls and their friends and partners. He soon began to overhear some of the girls, when they had had a few drinks, talking about the fact that they would sometimes wet themselves while playing. If there was a queue at the toilets later in the evening, after a few drinks there would even be a few bawdy comments by some of the girls along the lines of ‘ …Oh I can’t be bothered waiting, I might as well just wet myself again like I did in the game!’ followed by gales of laughter. Later when they were together Alex asked Anne about the comments he had heard and she told him all about the girls who sometimes would accidentally wet themselves while they were playing netball. Alex was quite turned on by this, and Anne went on to tell him that it now happened to her quite often, and she had started to wear a panty liner while she was playing as a result. Anne noticed that the whole conversation had seemed to get Alex really turned on, so she asked him why. He then said that he had a secret sexual fantasy which he had never shared with anyone else, and asked that she promise not to laugh when he told her. He thought for a few moments and then said that in his fantasy he imagined being with a girl who became desperate for a wee and, after holding on for as long as possible, couldn’t help but wet her knickers while she was with him. Surprisingly there was no thunderbolt from the heavens after he disclosed this fantasy, and Anne wasn’t bothered by it at all. The following week he was invited around to Anne’s house, just the two of them for a quiet meal and a few drinks. After a while they were getting quite passionate, and Anne asked if Alex would like her to dress up in her netball strip, since Alex thought that Anne looked really sexy in her polo shirt, short pleated skirt and ankle socks. When she came down Alex’s heart nearly stopped, Anne looked so gorgeous. While they carried on drinking Anne began flirting with Alex, striking sexy poses and flashing her knickers under her short skirt and laughing. Anne then began to look mysteriously at Alex, and said ‘What would you say if I told you I was getting really desperate for a wee, and I really should go to the bathroom?’ Alex thought for a moment and then responded ‘I don’t want you to go to the bathroom yet, I want you to hold on.’ Anne smiled and carried on dancing around in front of Alex for a few more minutes, but then crossed her legs and began jigging around. ‘Right now I'm absolutely bursting to have a wee,' is all she says, 'I really am going to wet myself in a minute if I don’t go to the bathroom.' Alex’s legs are trembling, and he says ‘ I don’t want you to go to the bathroom just yet.’ Anne looked deeply into Alex’s eyes and said ‘ If I can’t go to the bathroom and I am desperate for a wee and can’t hold on any longer, do you mean that you want me to wet my knickers,’ Alex looked at her ‘I do want you to wet yourself now, like you do sometimes when playing netball.’ ‘Or like I did when I was a little girl?’ said Anne. Anne crossed her legs and held herself with her hand, ‘Oh I’m nearly doing it, I really can’t wait much longer.’ Then she walked over and sat on Alex’s knee, with her arms around his shoulders. ‘It’s easier to hold it when I’m sitting down’ she said, ‘But I am going to wet myself any minute if you really want me too, I can’t wait much longer.’ ‘I do want you to’ said Alex. Anne gave a short cry and thrust her hand between her legs. There was the tiniest hint of a darkness that is even darker than the maroon colour of her knickers spreading over the material in between her legs. She pulled her knees together and then apart as far as they will go once, twice, three times, and the dark patch of dampness began to glisten and spread. ‘Oh heavens, I can’t hold on, I’m wetting my knickers,’ she said. The wetness slowly spread, soaking her knickers and Alex’s trousers as Anne began to let go her full bladder, as she wet her netball knickers and skirt sitting on Alex’s Knee. By now they were both so horny that they had to finish the evening by making passionate love, and then soaking in a hot bath together..
  23. So I've been getting into Adventure Time lately and while I haven't watched all the episodes yet I got a sudden urge to write a Marceline story after the episode "Marceline's Closet" where the boys hear her peeing from the other side of the bathroom door. It's not actually related to the episode mind you, but that is what got the cogs turning in my head. Hopefully I've done the characters justice with this one... "So, the weather's supposed to for sure stay like this, right PB?" Marceline turned her head to lazily stare at Finn, who was lounging on the beach next to her. Jake was sprawled in the sand next to him and Princess Bubblegum was on a fuzzy and slightly sticky pink towel a little further down where she'd set up an equally sticky, pink beach chair. Somewhere along the shoreline BMO was short-circuiting in the water, but they were all fairly certain s/he'd be fine. The five of them had decided to have a beach day, but planning that around Marceline's aversion to sunlight had been fairly difficult. A sunny day at the beach was ideal to most, but Marceline was partial to not being turned into a smouldering pile of ash and as such her good sometimes-friend, Bonnibel, had scienced up a device to predict the weather. They'd found a nice cloudy day with little prospect of rain, and now Marceline was blissfully hat free and enjoying the dulled sunlight as best she could as she floated above the sand. "Well, there is a 12% chance of the sun coming out, but it really was the best I could do this month. Sorry Marceline." "Hey, I brought a hat," Marceline said. She pointed to a bag lying on the ground under her feet. "Like I ever go anywhere during the day without it. You know that, Bonnie." The bag also had her gloves, and, well, all her other clothes. She and the other two who actually bothered with clothes were all wearing their beach attire, which in her case consisted of a black bikini with skulls on it. Yup, she was definitely feeling the skulls today. Marceline put one arm behind her head and used the other to pick up the tomato juice she'd wedged into the sand. She sipped at it absentmindedly as Finn stretched. "Whelp," he said. "I'm going swimming. I think BMO might need some help anyway." Down by the water BMO was twitching and sparking. "Anyone coming with?" "Count me in," said Jake and he unravelled himself from where he had been lying. "I think I'm getting bored of being lazy for now." "I don't really feel like swimming," said PB. "You guys go ahead. I'm enjoying the beach bum life," said Marceline. Finn shrugged and he and Jake ran energetically down to the water where Finn picked up BMO to be placed further away from the waves. Up in the dryer recesses of the sand, silence fell. Marceline hadn't really thought that one through. She and Princess Bubblegum were now alone, and while they had been getting along better, their relationship was still rocky. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, but the thought was driven away by a twinge of hunger. Her tomato juice had run dry and Marceline floated over to rummage through the cooler so she could grab some more. She felt a twinge further down in her abdomen and was regretting not bringing along any non-liquid form of red to snack on. She was on her fourth glass already. The clouds may have been obscuring the sun, but Marceline still found it irritating sometimes. After centuries of living with it she was very good at tolerating the constant itch it caused, but at the moment it was getting a little too irritating for her to relax. She backed up a little with a new glass of tomato juice and huddled under her parasol to ease the discomfort some. She glanced up at the clouds and noticed that the sky had gotten a little brighter. There was a beeping to her left and Princess Bubblegum gave off a quiet, "Hm." Marceline peered under her parasol to see her friend fiddling with a beeping, whirring device that was about the size of her forearm. She was frowning. "Lighten up Bonnie, you're here to relax. You do know what 'relax' means, right?" This comment only earned Marceline a stern glare. "For your information, Marceline, I was just checking the weather. For you," she said. "I just thought the clouds were thinning a little and I wanted to check up on my weather machine." Marceline felt a spike of nostalgia for the good old days when Bonnibel would worry needlessly for her. Back then she had found it endearing, but now she found it annoying. "Seriously? I don't need you to baby me. I'm used to unexpected changes in the weather and I can deal, okay? I've been away from you for how long now and I haven't shrivelled up or been roasted." "I'm sorry, Marceline. But the clouds are going away," PB said. "I guess my weather machine wasn't as accurate as I thought." Marceline glanced back at the sky, where it had gotten a little brighter but it was still cloudy. "I suppose your weather machine told you that, huh?" "Weather is hard to predict." Marceline sighed. As much as she hated to admit it, she trusted Bonnie and if her machine said the sun was coming, that was probably the case. "Whatever," she said. "I've got my parasol." Just then a huge gust of wind blew over the beach, kicking up sand and ripping Marceline's parasol away from her. Marceline made a quick grab for it, but it was too late. The parasol was being carried away in the air and Marceline wasn't going to risk flying after it if she couldn't grab it in time. "Traitor!" she called after it. She felt the sting of the sun beating through the thin clouds and thought it was probably a good idea to put on the rest of her clothes before the weather cleared up completely. She uncurled herself and made to reach for her bag, but before her hand made it to the leather strap, a falcon dropped out of the sky and snatched it away. It cawed and flew out towards the water at an impressive speed. "Oh, come on!" Marceline yelled. Bubblegum was giving her a worried look and Marceline was seething. "I suppose now we find shade," PB offered. "Shut up." They grabbed the rest of their stuff and headed a little further inland where there was a leafy tree sitting next to a slight cliff. Between the two of them it would provide a decent amount of shade when the sun came out, which was really all Marceline needed. She threw the cooler into the sand and leaned against the stony wall. Just then the last of the clouds cleared and Marceline was truly trapped. That was when she realised just how badly she needed to pee. All that tomato juice had really caught up to her and now she had nowhere to go to relieve herself. The beach wasn't horribly crowded thanks to the previously cloudy weather, but there were still people around and things were sure to pick up now that the sky had cleared. Marceline groaned and flopped down in the sand, dropping her forehead to her knees. "Oh, cheer up Marcy. I'm sure it won't last too long." PB was laying out her towel and chair in the shade and sat down, weather machine still clasped in her hands. She glanced down and frowned. "Oh. Never mind." "Let me guess," Marceline's muffled voice said. "Clear skies for the rest of the day?" "Ya." "Great." As Marceline shifted in the sand a little, Finn and Jake came running towards them from the water with BMO trailing behind. "Hey, we saw you guys moved," said Jake. "Is it because of the sun?" "Ya, Marceline lost all her gear, so we're gonna hang out in the shade for a bit," Bubblegum said. She tried to smile reassuringly at Marceline, but the vampire turned her head to glare at the cliff. "Aw, math! That could jack you up big time Marceline! Don't worry, Jake and I'll save you." "How, by making the sun go away?" "No, we're just gonna head over to your house and grab some junk. We'll be back soon, don't worry!" Finn ran off, still wearing only his swimsuit and Jake made quick pursuit. BMO stayed back. "I'm going back to the water now," BMO said, before turning around and running back towards the waves. Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were once again alone, only this time Marceline found herself thoroughly distracted by the discomfort in her bladder. She grunted and pressed her knees together. "Are you okay?" Princess Bubblegum asked. Marceline was irritated, sure, but she wasn't one to let something like a little sunlight and a rapidly filling bladder ruin her cool demeanour. "I'm fine Bonnie, relax," Marceline said as she rolled her eyes. Besides, she didn't have to go that badly just yet. She could hold it. But Marceline was fully aware of just how far away she lived and the fact that Finn and Jake were bound to be gone for a while. She leaned against the cliff behind her and relaxed in the shade while Bonnibel did whatever crazy research it was she considered to be relaxing. She'd certainly brought an unusual amount of test tubes with her for a trip to the beach. As they waited, Marceline's need grew. She'd gone from casually leaning back, to strumming guitar chords in the sand to distract herself. She began tapping her foot to an imaginary beat, but the truth was she just couldn't sit still. The sound of the waves further down the beach certainly wasn't helping matters. Her bladder had been throbbing constantly for the past twenty minutes. Suddenly she was hit by a wave of desperation that caused her to gasp and hunch forward, her hand flying to her leg and grinding a fistful of sand into her thigh. She clenched tightly to ride it out, but PB had definitely noticed the change in Marceline's demeanour. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "I'm fine," Marceline ground out. She was still trying desperately not to wet herself, but the urge was fading. She relaxed a little and looked over at Bubblegum, who was frowning at her. "You're not fine. What's bothering you?" "Really, it's nothing you need to worry about," Marceline said. "Well, whatever it is, maybe I can help!" "I doubt it." "Marceline!" Marceline threw the sand she had been clenching in Princess Bubblegum's direction, but the wind caught it and whisked it away before it could do any damage. "Fine! I have to pee, okay?" she said. She rolled her eyes when she saw the look of comprehension on PB's face. "Oh... Well how long are you going to be able to hold it?" It was just like Bonnibel to put all the pieces together and realise that Marceline was really quite desperate now. And with the toilets on the other side of the beach... Marceline was hit with another wave of desperation and hunched inwards. Her hands went to her lap though she refused to actually grab herself. The beach was much more crowded now and it would be super embarrassing for Marceline the Vampire Queen to be seen holding herself like a little girl. She was over a thousand years old after all, though not by much. When the urgency eased up a bit Marceline growled. "I don't know. Definitely not long enough for Finn to get back with my stuff." "Hm..." Bubblegum was looking around their shaded hideout, but after a moment gave up. "There really isn't any privacy here," she concluded. Marceline snorted. Like she hadn't noticed that already. "I'm just going to have to hold it, alright? I don't really have a choice." "If you insist." Bubblegum went back to her science and Marceline shifted position so that she was sitting on her knees. Her thighs were pressed firmly together and this way her legs weren't pushed uncomfortably against her bladder. She wedged her heel discreetly against her urethra, which seemed to work as a replacement for holding herself, but her knee was jiggling urgently. Those boys really needed to hurry up. She stayed like that for a while, riding out a few rolling waves of desperation. They were getting closer together now and Marceline was having a very hard time getting her mind off of it. Then she was hit with such an intense urgency that she couldn't stop a small spurt from jetting out of her and soaking the inside of her bikini bottoms. She hissed and clenched until she was sure no more was coming, but the fact that she was slowly losing control was undeniable. Princess Bubblegum turned when she heard the angry noise Marceline had made and watched as the desperate vampire slowly regained her composure. "Are you still sure you can hold it?" she asked. "I never said I could hold it," Marceline growled. "I said I didn't have a choice." "I'm sure I could come up with something to-" "I don't need your help!" Marceline bared her pointy teeth in a menacing sneer. She didn't need Bonnibel hovering over her shoulder. That wasn't her place anymore. "Fine, be that way." Bubblegum huffed and began fiddling with her weather machine some more. Marceline tried to ignore both PB and the insistent screaming of her bladder. Her tired urethra leaked again and she felt a slight wetness against her foot. Sitting on her heel wasn't going to be enough anymore. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she realised she really needed to hold herself. She just didn't want anyone to see her doing it. Marceline did the only thing she could think of in the moment. She turned invisible. Princess Bubblegum looked over at where Marceline was, but she didn't comment. Instead she rolled her eyes and went back to her science. Marceline crammed her hands in between her legs and bounced up and down a bit. She couldn't believe how badly she needed to pee. It was unbearable. Holding herself wasn't helping as much as Marceline would have liked. She was able to stave off a few more leaks, but it wasn't long before a slight dribble made its way onto her fingers. She groaned and pressed against herself even harder to keep all of her urine inside. "I can still try to think of a-" "No!" She wasn't getting Bonnie's help with this. Besides, it was embarrassing enough without having to hear Bonnibel problem solve her need to pee. But Marceline was quickly losing control. There was a hiss as urine sprayed between her fingers and Marceline watched in horror as a few drops of urine materialised a few inches above the ground before falling into the sand. She was able to stop the spurt but it was painful. If she lost control like this there would be a visible stream of urine coming out of nowhere. She moaned and shifted her weight back and forth between her knees. Another spurt escaped and dribbled to the ground and Marceline knew she was fighting a losing battle. When another jet of urine shot out of her Marceline did her best to clamp down on it, but only succeeded in stopping it for a second before another spurt escaped. She watched as jet after jet of urine sprayed to the ground from her invisible urethra. She couldn't stop herself from peeing! Marceline quickly dropped her butt into the sand as her bladder let go with a forceful hiss. She moved her hands out of the way and watched as a heavy stream of urine sprayed out of nowhere, directly into a rapidly growing puddle in the sand. Luckily the dry sand was soaking up Marceline's pee thirstily, but the fact that she was peeing publically did not escape the embarrassed vampire. She felt herself relax as her overstretched bladder emptied itself with vigour. It felt incredible. Unfortunately Marceline's accident was not going unnoticed by Princess Bubblegum, who had turned towards the sound of hissing urine. She didn't look embarrassed for Marceline, but rather was eyeing the spray of urine with a pitying expression. Eventually the heavy stream died down and an embarrassed Marceline let the last few seconds of urine dribble out of her into the sand. The puddle she had made was about the size of a basketball due to the sand not being able to soak up her urine as fast as she had been expelling it. Luckily it appeared to be quickly soaking into the ground now and Marceline was left sitting invisibly on an indent of wet sand. She quickly reappeared to cover it up, though she was positive her face had turned a delicious shade of red. "You should have let me help," Bubblegum said. "Ugh, shut up." Marceline quickly swatted some dry sand over her accident and shuffled back against the cliff. Luckily, by the time Finn and Jake returned, Marceline's bikini had dried and she was able to dust off the sand that had stuck to her previously wet bottom and thighs. Bonnie was the only who knew of Marceline's embarrassing incident, or at least that's what Marceline hoped. Who knew what a casual observer might have seen.
  24. Okay the prologue wasn't really scary or anything, but this part it's started. So if you're easily scared or whatever...keep reading. Tales of Wet Horror Don't go into the Englund Home It was around 3 weeks ago, me and a few others were messing around outside the old Englund house and- “The old haunted one?” Kim interrupted “No..the toy store. Of course the haunted house. Now stop interrupting.” Robin replied, much to her annoyance. We were all stood outside the creepy ass house, staring up at it. It was one of the old wooden houses we see in movies, the one with the small porch out front and the wire mesh door. You know the kind I'm talking about. I stepped out to the front door and looked left and right before entering. On my left there was a hanging wooden couch and on my right was some pots with dead plants inside. Everything looked dead....it's hard to believe this place hasn't been flattened and turned into a shopping mall. I pushed the door open and walked into the hallway. The first thing I saw upon entry was a large wooden staircase that looked like it could collapse any second. I wondered how far I had to go in, to find this legendary post of names. It was tradition to go in and write your name upon the pole. Not many people got there, but those who did, often said it was a big lie and nothing would happened. Those who didn't get there would run out screaming about the horrors of which they saw. Becky was watching the house with interest. “How do you think she's doing?” She asked Sarah. “She'll be fine. Everybody is just paranoid about that place. There's nothing even scary about it.” Sarah replied into a monotone voice. “I give her five minutes either way.” Becky said. “I give her ten.” Sarah replied, grabbing some drinks out of the bag she brought with her. “Want one? Becky accepted the drink and began sipping on it. I pushed open a door to the right of the stairs and began to walk through, what was formally a living room. I looked around and saw a recliner chair, slightly reclined and a television which was...still on. I moved in closer to investigate and found not only was it plugged in but it also had a modern sky box plugged in. But the house was abandoned in the 70's...I stood and walked away from it. I was gonna find this pole and get out of there quickly. I stepped to the north of the room and opened a door to what was a kitchen. I looked on the counter and saw something wrapped in a plastic bag. It had flies surrounding it and smelled of rotten meat. I wanted to leave the room and find this god damn pole but, curiosity got the better of me and they say curiosity killed the cat...it almost got me killed. I couldn't take my eyes of the bag as I moved closer to the counter. Dread gripped my heart more and more, squeezing and oozing fear from it. I had ignored it to this part but I felt it in my bladder as I got more nervous, it was telling me I need to pee, like you do when you're hiding from someone. I was now at the counter. I looked down and tried to peak into the bag. It was too dark, I couldn't see inside it. I put my hands on the edges of the bag as I prepared to pick it up and move it into the light, the smell forcing it's way into my nostrils, causing my nose to twitch. Throughout this I'd never looked behind me, so I failed to see the 6”6 giant in the hood, stood behind me, until he slammed my head off the counter. Big guy found dis girl wanderin' around our home. He got her on deh back of her noggin' an' slammed her head off the side, was a great watch! Haha! So we decided we gonna bring her up the stairs an' make her dinner. Well make dinner outta 'er. Haha. On the way up, the stairs startin' creakin' again. Had to tell the big guy to watch where he were standin'. He's good but kinda stoopid. “Ahahahaa!” She laughed. Completely oblivious to what was going on inside to her friend and unaware to what the men inside were planning to do to her after. She sat there drinking with Sarah. Waiting for their friend to return. If she ever did. I woke up tied to a chair with...oh god what was that. It was cold, wet and slimy. I tried to move only to feel a wincing pain in my bladder. I looked around and found I was backed up at a wall, with a window to either side of me. It seemed it was an upstairs room and I heard peoples voice nearby. I scooted the chair forward a little and felt an intense pain on my back. I turned my head to the side as far as it would go and saw it. I had a hook sticking out of my shoulder! It was digging into the meat of my shoulder. I started weeping when I realised I couldn't move. Me an' da big guy were workin' wid my old man to prepare dinner for deh next couple 'a' days. He'd picked up some girl stoopid 'nuf to wander into our home. She wuz probably part of dem kids who always try 'nd write dere names all over our walls! Hate 'em but dey feed us so, can't complain too much. We were preparin' deh greens and suddenly me and da' big guy hear dis sobbin', bitch musta woken up. “gimmie a sec guys. I'll go deal with 'er” I suddenly hear footsteps and look up. I saw this short guy in dungarees, they had...oh god was that blood? That was blood. I felt my bladder squeeze again and I bent over. Trying to contain the liquids threatening to burst out of my bladder and ruin this skirt and my underwear. Why am I even thinking about my bladder when I'm in this situation? The short guy got closer and I got a look at his face, he had stubble and his hair looked like it had never been cut. It was all over the place and he obviously didn't floss his teeth. “'ello. You made dah mistake of comin' into dis house. So. We gonna let you go if you promise to not tell anyone 'bout us, got it?” He said with a toothless grin. “Yes! I swear to god I'll tell no one, Just let me go!” I screamed. Sobbing. My bladder was throbbing so much, I swear if someone put their hand there they could feel it, but I just didn't care. I just wanted to get the hell out of that house! “Good. Now, one more thing we gotta do” He said. He took out a coin. “Now dis is my grandfaders lucky coin. Dis thing survives a couplea wars an' was with him up to the day he died. God rest his soul.” He quickly made a cross on his chest. “Now. If it's heads, then we gonna let you leave. If it's tales, then you gotta stay and you gonna be here for dinner. Hehehe.” “But you said-” “Yeah, well I ain't tyed to a chair. So shut up and lemme talk, bitch!” He suddenly said with such angry eyes. I don't know who scared me more, him or the guy who attacked me. “Now den. Let's do it.” He gripped the coin and got prepared to flip it, balancing it on his finger. He suddenly flipped the coin into the air and caught it with his other hand, he started performing tricks with the coin, rolling it along his knuckles, throwing it in the air, catching it in his mouth and spitting it back out. He was playing with my fate. He suddenly caught it on the back of his hand and took a peep under. “OOOOH! Girlie.” He said with a grin. “Guess what?” He stood and got in close to my ear. “It's tales.” I saw him reach back and grip an old fashioned razor. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to wretch itself free and burst from my chest. “Please don't. Just let me go, I'll tell no one!” I suddenly felt my bladder let go. It started off with a long spurt, spraying into my panties and dripped back under my ass. I let out a small yelp as another spurt shot out, further wetting my panties. The second spurt started a stream as it sprayed through my panties and began forming a puddle around my ass and onto my denim skirt. This crazy man must of heard it because he suddenly stepped back and began to watch. This could be the chance I needed. I braced my stealth as I started rub my hands together trying to push these slimy bonds from my wrists. Urine continued to spray out of my red panties, it's now falling off the edge of the chair like a waterfall and he can't take his eyes off it. I suddenly feel one of my hands get free. Okay good. I just have to keep forcing pee out. I look to the window and see he's left his razor there. I need to make my move. I force out a little more urine before grabbing the razor and throwing myself forward, I feel to the hook rip out of my shoulder and it hurts so badly. An intense pain as I feel blood dripping down my shoulder. I quickly slash at the man and feel it connect. He screams and his hand grabs his eye. I must have gotten him there. I take another swipe and get him on his wrist, severing his wrist causing blood to spray out. He falls to the ground wailing in pain and I hear heavy foot steps. It must be the big guy! I reach down and wince in pain as I feel the chunk of flesh missing in my shoulder. I slice the bonds at my ankles. I sprint out of the room and down the stairs. I quickly jump down 4 steps at a time and sprint out of the door. Despite big a massive muscle bound man, he's incredibly fast and he's carrying a large axe or something. He starts running down the stairs and suddenly. I hear this crack and hear the steps collapsing! He's fallen through them. I'm home free! The big guy was tall enough that he could pretty much jump out of the stairs but instead he just kicked through them. I ran out screaming. Sarah and Becky were still sat in the field, laughing and drinking. “Oh god. I've gotta take a massive piss.” Becky stood and began to walk nearer to the woods. “I'll be right-” “Run! Fucking run!” The two saw Robin running towards them, being chases by the massive muscle bound man. The two decided to take her advice and sprinted away from the house. The big guy was so fast! Her sped after them holding this massive axe! He was so close to Becky, she just couldn't help it. A large patch started appearing on the inside of her right leg and dripped down into her shoe. She knew that both her neon green panties and her favourite jeans would be ruined but she had more pressing matters at the second. Like the axe wielding giant running behind her. She suddenly heard a large thud and took a glance behind her. The big guy had slipped and was lying in the dirt. He stood and a terrifying roar burst from his lungs, it could probably heard from miles away. I slowed down when we reached the other side of the woods. “Oh god.....” I fell to the ground, gripping my shoulder. “What the fuck just happened!?!” Sarah ran up behind me and saw my shoulder. “Oh my god, your shoulder...” Becky sped up behind her. I saw her pants were soaked “What the fu-Oh my god your shoulder...” “I have just had the weirdest night of my...” I felt my pants leg. It dawned on me. My pants were lighter. I was missing something. “oh god....” “You both pissed yourselves by the way.” Sarah said. “Oh god? Oh god what?” “They have my wallet.” I said. “My address is in my wallet!” She flopped to the ground before Becky joined her. They both sat, scared with wet pants. “The end.” Robin said. “That...wasn't what I expected” Cassie said. Slightly shocked. “Did you ever tell the police?” “Yeah they went there. House was empty.” Robin replied. “That was pretty damn scary” Liz whimpered, Jessica nodded in agreement. “Okay. Who's next?” Robin asked. “That would be me.” Cassie raised her hand. “Mine took place- “Wait!” Kim yelled out. The other looked at her. “What?” “How did you know about the parts you weren't there for?” Kim asked, a glare on her face, directed at Robin. “I have the scar to prove it before you even start doubting me.” She quickly showed the scar. “Okay. My turn. It started when I went to the carnival last month. Remember the real dirty one that comes through once a year?” The other nodded. “Well. It started lie this.... To be continued.... I hope you guys don't mind me posting two parts in one day. I'm in the writing mood. Chapter 2 will probably be out tommorow depending on the amount of time I have or by the end of the week.
  25. Hello fan-fiction readers, this is my first topic started in this forum. My name is Charlie, and although I live in the US for most my life, I've always had this thing for the UK. I moved here just under 2 years ago. I've thought long and hard about why I should find the UK so alluring, and have decided one of the contributing factors must be Harry Potter. I grew up with the Harry Potter stories and their magical representation of victorian England. Anyhow, the fact is the Harry Potter franchise is still a guilty pleasure for me, as is the fantasy I wish to write about today. I am aware there have been stories involving Ginny and Hermione on here before, but this one is what I like to imagine happening. These words create a powerful image, but if you're not a member of the Harry Potter audience, you might like to see the attached pictures as a bit of a visual reference. It had been a hot summer's day at Hogwarts, the sun had shone brightly on the excited young wizards and witches as the end of term neared. There was a buzz about the corridors, and as a cool twilight fell the great hall filled for the evening's feast. But there was one student not present, and with the year's final exam the next day, it could only be Hermione who had snuck off into the Library. She'd been there for most of the afternoon, revising as if her life depended on it. It was dark and dingy up there, and she'd lost track of time. But feeling the hunger start to rise, she knew she would need to head down for something to eat. Reluctant to be leaving the books, she collected all her papers, slotted the books back on their shelves and begun the walk back to her dorm, where she could stow all her notes and freshen up for the meal. With most of the school in the Great Hall, the corridors and stair cases were silent. "Wattlebird" Hermione whispered standing at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Creaking, the painting of the fat lady swung to one side, revealing the common room. Hermione steps inside and started to head for the girls dormitory. But she was stopped dead in her tracks by the soft sounds of a girl sobbing. She looks around the large circular room, checking the portraits on the wall. But they were all silent. As she stepped forward, the back of a girls head came into sight. She was on the sofa in front of the fire, with her head in her hands and long pale red hair draping her face. "Ginny?" Hermione enquired, stepping forward to see if it was her."Ginny are you okay?" "I want to be alone." Came the response of a quivering voice, her words lost amongst the sobbing. Quietly, Hermione stepped around the sofa and knelt on the floor. She placed her papers down and with one hand took hold of Ginny's wrist. Her soft grip coaxed Ginny into timidly lifting her head. Her face was terribly read, her eyes swollen with tears. She briefly stopped sobbing, seemingly perplexed by Hermione's friendship. "I, I... I've had a terrible accident." She stuttered, and burst into tears again. Concerned, Hermione's attention was suddenly grasped by a dark patch on the front of Ginny's skirt. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her what had happened. Not giving away what she'd seen, Hermione lent forward to console Ginny. They hugged for a few minutes, as Ginny's tears ran down Hermione's back. "I just feel so stupid," Ginny continued to stutter, "It's the sort of thing kids do." "Tell me what happened." Hermione said, moving to sit next to Ginny on the sofa. "I, um. Well I fell asleep." She was finding it hard to form the words. "I fell asleep and I. Well I guess I didn't realise..." Realising she was finding it painful to talk about, Hermione interrupted Ginny, "It's okay," she said, "I understand." Delicately using the tips of her thumbs, Hermione carefully wiped away Ginny's tears. Her cheeks were soft, and she continued to stoke them affectionally. For a brief moment, the room was completely silent. Hermione looked into Ginny's shy wet eyes. She was trying to work out the best way to move forward. "Let's stand," Hermione broke the silence, "Come up." She was abrupt, standing first and holding a hand to help Ginny up. "We can fix this," She reassured her. Eventually Ginny raised one timid hand and placed it slowly into Hermione's firm grip. Hermione yanked her up. There was a huge wet patch on the sofa, the yellow liquid dwelling on the surface of the fabric, glistening in the flickering light of the fire. Ginny stood in shame. She looked like a guilty puppy standing next to a broken vase. "Turn around then. Show me what I'm dealing with." Hermione's almost regimental assertion was paying off. Looking ashamed at her feet, Ginny slowly tuned on the spot. The little patch on the front of her skirt was nothing compared to the big black wet stain over her bottom. Out of Ginny's sight, Hermione was transfixed by what she saw. She smiled to herself. Still with an air of dominance, Hermione begun to explain, "You know, I did something like this once." "You did?" Ginny was glad to hear she wasn't the only one to have a bad accident. "It wasn't long after we first arrived here. I wet my bed in the dorm. But no-one ever knew. You never new did you?" "No. How did you hide it?" She was excited to hear there could be a way of no-one finding out. "There's a spell, would you like me to teach you it?" Ginny turned to face Hermione, who's eyes quickly darted up from her bottom in the pretence she was not quite so attracted by the pee soaked skirt. "I'll do it on you first, listen carefully." Hermione always loved the chance to demonstrate her skills. She took her wand from her pocket and delicately held it, pointing at the sofa. With a perfectly executed flick and precession elocution, she spoke if a firm fast voice. "Urina Sicco!" With that thousands of tiny droplets exploded out of the wet fabric. They spiralled up away from the sofa, forming a light mist of liquid which hovered in a cloud around the point of Hermione's wand. "She that," she said, turning to Ginny with a proud smile on her face, "That's all your pee." Ginny stared, not sure what to say. Her face continued to burn red. Hermione held her hand to one side of the mist, pointing into it. With pomp she reach into it, curling her fingers around the cloud of pee. For a moment, she transfixed herself, then suddenly snapped out of it. "Right," she said, and carried the lead the cloud over to the fire, where she held it over the flames. The formation broke and ever tiny drop began to clime up the chimney. When all the pee had left her wand, she turned and pointed it at Ginny's skirt. "Urina Sicco!" She cast the spell again and the small patch on the front of Ginny's skirt was transformed into another cloud of pee droplets. Hermione instructed Ginny to turn again, under the pretence that she's clean the back of it. But with Ginny's eyes now in the opposite direction, Hermione took the chance to look closer and the small cloud of pee she was holding. Biting her lip, she looked at the tiny particles glistening in the light. Then quickly before the hesitation seemed to long, she took one last cheeky glance at Ginny's sodden skirt and waved her wand. "Urina Sicco!" After Hermione had lead the final lot of pee into the fire and up the chimney, she turned to look at Ginny. They smiled at each other, and for the first time Ginny relaxed. Her red cheeks were beginning to settle and her eyes had a sense of calm in them. But Hermione wanted to make sure Ginny could clean up should it ever happen again. "Now you must practice the spell," she said, "Two flicks with a little twist of the wrist, then just hold it steady else you'll drop the pee. Do you want to try it now?" Ginny nodded, smiling. Hermione looked at the entrance. "They're all still in the Great Hall aren't they?" she asked. Ginny nodded again, and gave a little nervous giggle. She had no idea what Hermione was about to do. Hermione stepped back onto the rug in front of the fire. She lifted her skirt as if about to curtesy... TO BE CONTINUED...