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  1. animepee1234

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  2. Goldenstorm

    female Hinazuki

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  4. pdeferred

    female Pantsu

    They came in a little box on her anniversary morning. He was so very shy - she smiled to herself as she held them, imagining him blushing and aroused in the shop, surrounded by sensuous fabrics and glamorous women, trembling as he considered how each piece might look on *her*, how the soft fabric would cling and press up against her most intimate places, finally making his selection. Silky and pale blue; his strong hands carefully fold them in tissue. Considering ... placing the box just so, where she would find it as she stepped out for work. Work. They would meet for dinner and cake and ice cream ... and so much more. But for now, she was running slightly late, stuffing the small parcel in her purse and skipping off to the bus stop. The morning wore on, but her mind was on that package and on *him* - she wanted to wear them, to have these soft things of his laying up between her legs, to feel the silky touch of the fabric. And so when, as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-morning, she brought them with her. A small piece of paper fell to the floor as she shook them out - "Let No One Remove These but Me". How romantic, she thought, the cool smoothness caressing her gently. He was on her mind continually - through the mid-morning, and through lunch, and through the sleepy early afternoon. What they would do together, how his hands would run up under her skirt, follow the seams of his gift, caressing her through the thin fabric. And so, when as dictated by ritual and need, she popped off to the ladies mid-afternoon, she dared caress the gusset, pleasurably, and was unsurprised to find it slightly dampened. And she locked the stall and she hiked up her skirt, and she stopped. "Let No One Remove These but Me". She was one to take romance seriously. Peeing would require their removal. She hesitated - she was all ready to go, and she *did* want to go, as was her habit. But no - she would wait. Regretfully, bladder complaining mildly, she let her skirt fall back, and walked out of the restroom unrelieved. The remainder of the afternoon crawled by - her mind hardly on her work, but half on him and the evening, and half on the growing urgency between her legs. She rarely skipped her afternoon relief, and it was getting harder to control. By quitting time, she was rocking in her seat, pressing herself occasionally against the edge of her chair. Her urgency combined with thoughts of him, not entirely unpleasureable. The minutes ticked by until - finally! - she rose quickly from her seat and walked out. She found herself unconsciously in the restroom, quickly closing the stall door behind her and hurriedly hiking up her skirt, concentrating in order to control herself and avoid wetting the fabric. Her fingers hooked under the waistband before she remembered - blue silk and "Let No One...". It was with great effort that she calmed her excited bladder, rubbing her thigh hard as her muscles twitched. She remained dry, bladder discipline intact, but confidence waning. She *really* wanted to urinate badly, and sat there in the stall catching her breath momentarily, bargaining with herself. "Maybe I could just move the gusset to the side?" "No. That's not in the spirit of the rules." "I can hold it until I see him." "I *can*." She got up with great reluctance, her swollen bladder complaining as she walked out of the stall unrelieved for a second time. Dinner was a ten minute walk away. She walked quickly, slightly bent at the behest of her bladder. She was obliged to reach behind herself and squeeze a couple times as waves of urgency hit, but made it to the cafe. She was, of course, very early - about twenty minutes. She took a seat in the waiting area and pretended to read the menu with her heel tucked between her legs, counting first the minutes, then the seconds. The restrooms were *right* *there* in front of her, mocking her desperate need with their triangular symbols of perfectly normal people who did not need to pee. But romance was romance. And the minutes ticked by. "Why can't he be early for once?" "Just like, five minutes early?" "Okay. If he's not five minutes early, I've *got* to go anyway." "Fuck romance." He was not five minutes early. Still she held it, but as the hour flipped over on the clock, and she still didn't see him, she quickly got up and made a mad dash for the door with the little taunting people on it, hurriedly locking the stall behind her, running in place and fumbling with the latch as the pent up urine surged toward freedom. Trembling now, she once more flipped up her skirt and reached underneath to pull at the waistband, barely managing to maintain control. And her hands felt that silky waistband, the smooth elastic rippling underneath. And she stopped herself. And her hands flew between her legs to momentarily stem the tide, holding it in until the spasms subsided. She could not remember wanting the toilet so badly ever before in her life, but she held herself there, poised over the bowl, urgently desperate to relieve her need. And she flipped her dress back down, and straightened her hair, and once more walked away from the toilet, awkwardly, her thighs pressed tightly together. Her bladder struggling to betray her. Because romance. That's why. And she slumped back down on her chair in the waiting area, heel grinding underneath, breathing hard and trembling with the effort. She willed him to appear. She stared at the restroom door. She stared at the umbrella holder in the corner. She considered - "Maybe I can just go without taking them off." "No. I'm not going to wet myself." "But if he doesn't show up soon, I *am* going to wet myself." For three long minutes. Until he was suddenly there. She had anticipated his arrival so desperately that she immediately leapt up and embraced him, grinding herself into his thigh as the urge threatened to overwhelm her. And she was suddenly, unaccountably, shy. He had so much to say - about the present, about the day, about the cafe. And she - who would have easily asked about the restroom casually - felt shame at her impending inability to control her urge. How could she be about to wet herself like a little girl, not an all grown up girlfriend? How could she - a responsible adult - have gotten herself into a situation like this? And somehow, they were seated. She back on her heel, rocking. Unable to say the words. And in a trembling voice, she ordered. And tried make small talk while thinking of some way - any way - to steer the conversation back to the delicate matter of her overwhelming desire to pee, and the conditions required therein. There are situations where asking your boyfriend to remove your undergarments is both appropriate and erotic. In public, in a cafe, in a restroom stall with a very real chance of getting a face full of hot liquid as your girlfriend loses control of her bursting bladder is not one of those situations. So instead she rocks and sweats and trembles and makes conversation that involves a lot of monosyllables - a prisoner of her shyness. She not thinking straight, not sure what she can do except try to control herself until an opportunity presents itself. And somehow, she makes it. Dessert is offered and quickly rejected by both - he seems turned on, maybe by thoughts of the gift between her legs, or perhaps the fidgeting. She almost summons the courage to say something on the way out, but can only get a syllable out as she passes the door to the restrooms once more. They walk down the street, his hand on her bottom. How can he not feel the struggle, the constant squeezing? She furtively grabs herself, shuddering, scanning the side streets for someplace out of the public eye - any place even slightly private. She feels it coming - the building spasms rising beyond her control, urges too great to resist. It's not much - a corner behind a stairwell - but she can delay no longer. She frantically pulls him behind, and finds her voice. "Take them off! Take them off! I can't hold it anymore!" He is shocked, still. She grabs his hands and forces them up under her skirt. "Take! Them! Off!" Finally he understands - and tugs them down around her thighs - dribbles of pee soaking in, then turning to a forceful stream, but he doesn't recoil, his hands still on her thighs, now misted with urine. Her breath is coming in sobs, spasms of pleasure at long denied relief. And there is his face, his hands, down between her thighs. And the contractions of her bladder turn to spikes of pure pleasure. Just barely off the street, she has to muffle her cries. The walk to the bus stop. The bus takes them back. Her hand in his pocket. Damp silk is balled in his fist, straying to brush between her legs from behind as she walks. Urgently through the front door, and rolling on the carpet. Clothes strewn with abandon, rug burns to be discovered later in the shower.
  5. I think I am getting some of my confidence back, but only for here. Here's another Rainbow Dash story, Equestria Girls. Rainbow Dash's Swimsuit Desperation It was a hot summer day. At 1:00, the girls were planning to meet up and go to the swimming pool. Twilight Sparkle could have driven them, but they preferred to walk today. In the morning, Rainbow Dash was running around a racetrack at top speed for exercise. Half an hour in she was completely soaked with sweat, even her hair and her pink skirt that she wore over her skintight shorts as usual. So she drank lots of water and cider that she brought with her. When she was done, she ran home and had a light lunch, as well as drinking three whole bottles of soda and seven glasses of water. She was cooled down now by the end of it. It was almost 1:00, so she changed into her swimsuit, a rainbow midriff tank top and short, pink swim shorts, and ran to Canterlot High to meet her friends. Once all the girls were there, they started walking towards the pool. "Where's your change of clothes, Rainbow Dash?" said Twilight. "I didn't bring one. When we walk back, the sun will probably dry me off anyway." "Same here," said Pinkie Pie, who, instead of wearing her bodysuit that she usually used as a swimsuit, was wearing a white and pink T-shirt and jean shorts. But no one ever questioned her, for there were much weirder things she liked to do. They were halfway to the pool when Rainbow Dash had to pee. All she had drank was now going through her, but she didn't tell the other girls. She secretly loved peeing in the pool and was afraid Rarity, Twilight, and Sunset Shimmer would be disgusted by it. So, she wanted to hold it until then and not use the bathroom until she reached the pool. As they walked the second half of the trip there, Rainbow felt her need to pee increase fast. Three quarters of ther way there she could feel an intense urge to pee, but she knew she could hold it. She'd been at this level of desperation before. After an uncomfortable walk - to which she was more excited than nervous about releasing her bladder in the pool - they saw a note on the door to the pool. CLOSED DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES "Oh come on!" said Rainbow Dash, holding herself for a second and then withdrawing her hand to hide her desperation. "We can still go swimming at the beach," said Sunset. "Yeah, beach is fun!" said Pinkie Pie. "And there's bathrooms there so we can change into our swimsuits," said Twilight. The beach was on the opposite side of town. As they walked, Rainbow Dash could feel her bladder get more full every minute, as if a fountain was pouring a steady stream into it. She had drank a lot and she knew it hadn't all gone through her yet. She wished she had brought her geode so she could race to the beach and pee in the water, then return to the girls soaking wet with nothing but water, probably to dry off before they all arrived. Rainbow let out a groan as the pressure intensified. She knew the way to the beach so she ran ahead of the other girls, holding herself with one hand to avoid wetting her swimsuit before going into the water. "What was that, Rainbow Dash?" said Sunset. "I'm just real excited about going swimming," said Rainbow. With her in front of everyone else, and her back turned to them, no one could see where her right hand was. As they walked by a convenience store, Twilight said "Stop! We're real thirsty, and we could use a drink." Rainbow had to agree to this. She was very thirsty despite all she had drank. Twilight bought them all a large slushy, which Rainbow drank very fast, getting a brain freeze, but it didn't bother her as much as how badly she needed to pee. Though she was very refreshed and cooled down a bit, she knew her desperation would only increase from her latest drink. There were several places they walked by with bathrooms in them, and Rainbow considered stopping to use those bathrooms. But, she wanted to pee in the water. She loved how it suddenly made the water warmer around her, and thought it was kind of funny for Rarity to swim around in it. But she didn't want to humiliate herself by wetting her shorts out of the water, in front of all her friends. After a half-hour walk which felt like hours to Rainbow Dash, the beach finally came into view. Rainbow wasted no time in running toward the water, feeling the pee sloshing around in her as she did. She stopped as she saw the beach roped off. A man was there watching the ocean. "Why is the beach closed down?" said Rainbow, holding herself with both hands. "Someone saw three sharks in the water," said the man. "Once they catch them, then the beach reopens." He noticed how desperate Rainbow was. "But you can still use the bathrooms." Rainbow ran back to the other girls. "There's sharks in the water so we gotta swim somewhere else." She considered using the bathroom now, since it didn't seem like they could swim today. "How about that pond at the park?" said Fluttershy. "It's always fun to swim there." "And they've got outhouses so we can change," said Applejack. "Sounds good," said Twilight. "Let's go." (AN: A lot of those have "No swimming" signs, but in this story, they don't, and are perfectly safe) As soon as they left, the man caught a glimpse of three shark fins, so he hopped in a boat and caught them in a net - only to find that it was Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk, with diving masks, grey wetsuits, and rubber shark fins attached to their backs. The trip from the beach to the pond was slightly longer than the trip from Canterlot High to the swimming pool. Rainbow Dash really needed to go, the throbbing in her bladder getting more intense by the minute. She was now holding herself with both hands and sweating a bit more than the other girls. "You all right there, Rainbow Dash?" said Applejack. "I'm fine," said Rainbow nervously. "If you gotta go to the bathroom, just say so. There's several along the way. We can wait a little longer." Rainbow blushed a little. "Don't tell the other girls this, except maybe Pinkie Pie, but I want to wait until we get to the pond so I can pee in the water." "You look like you might not make it till then," said Applejack. "And between you and me, ah like to pee in the water too. So does Pinkie Pie." That didn't surprise her. "I just don't think Rarity, Twilight, or Sunset will like that very much." She moaned as she leaked a little into her swim shorts. "Don't worry, I'll be quiet." By the time they reached the park, Rainbow Dash felt like she was about to burst. To her relief, the pond was not closed off. "Yes!" said Rainbow, taking her hands off her crotch (revealing a small damp spot) and raising her fist in the air. Another jolt from her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed to pee, and she was about to run and jump into the pond. "Me first!" said Pinkie, running in front of her. "Cannonball!" She jumped into the water, making a big splash. The splash was too much for Rainbow. Before she could get moving, a soft hissing noise could be heard and Rainbow's pink shorts grew wetter and wetter. "Um... Rainbow Dash?" said Fluttershy timidly. Rainbow stood there, blushing beet red as she soaked her swim shorts. Rivers of pee flowed down her legs and formed a big puddle on the concrete path where she stood. A part of her liked the relief and the warm wetness, but the shame of wetting herself in front of all her friends kept her from enjoying it. "Oh no... Rainbow Dash..." said Twilight. "You should've gone at the beach, sugarcube," said Applejack, who still felt bad for Rainbow. "Come on in, the water's great!" said Pinkie. She looked at the other girls and saw Rainbow using her swim shorts as a toilet. "Oh... Quick, Dashie! Get into the water!" Rainbow was too embarrassed to move. She peed for just over three minutes, and then stood there in her pee-soaked shorts. Her beautiful legs glistened with pee. "Oh, don't feel ashamed, darling," said Rarity, patting Rainbow on the back. "We still love you, and you're going to get wet anyway." "You don't want me swimming with you after I wet myself," said Rainbow, trying hard not to sniffle. "Don't ever tell anybody else this, but, usually when I go for a swim, I pee in the water," said Rarity. "So do I," said Sunset. "Me too," said Twilight. "Um... so do I," said Fluttershy quietly. Rainbow felt a lot better at this, even though she knew it was different from peeing herself out of the water. "I'd give you a hug, but I don't want to get pee all over you before you change into your swimsuits." Rainbow felt how wet her shorts were. "I really needed to go, didn't I?" she added, trying to make light of her accident. She jumped into the water and swam around with Pinkie Pie as the other girls changed at the outhouse one by one and joined them. All of them peed in the water, even Rainbow, because the rest of the pee went through her very quickly. They each sighed in relief as they did so, and Rainbow and Pinkie had to stifle some chuckles when it was Rarity's turn.
  6. animepee1234

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  8. themerger

    Campus Peeing

    While I temporarily worked delivering fast food I happened upon many colorful characters in my travels, both among the clientele and general public. By far one of the best occurrences I ever encountered was after a 2 am delivery to an apartment complex near the college campus in my town. As I passed through the main thoroughfare that borders the campus, I saw parked in a driveway an SUV that was still running and had it's headlights shining. Within the beams of the headlights I could see perfectly a girl squatting high above the ground, shorts at her ankles blasting pee on the concrete. Since she was standing some feet away from the SUV she made no effort to cover herself and was just letting it all go in plain sight. Not only one of the best things I saw driving but one of the best sightings I may ever see :) Any experiences from y'all on raucous college campuses?
  9. Kittykatpeeing

    female Zoinks! Just had an accident~

    Okay so today I woke up and found out I got to stay home from school not only that my mother left to go job huntting all day. So lucky for me I got to have a wonderful weetting experiance, as some know from my last post I have a weak bladder since I was younge. Toda last beforey I just wanted to see how long I could last before needing to use the restroom. Or well wet myself. Okay so Scooby Doo was playing and I thought that would be a great way to keep track of time, so there I was on ny couch drinking up a 1.4 QT of water. It didn't take long for me to feel a small pressure in my bladder, and to fell my legs asking me to get up and go. I ignored it and watched how The gang had to solve mysteries. It wasn't till..about maybe 30 minutes later did I really start to feel a realy bad pressure. I just couldn't help but rub myself threw my blue boy shorts. That's when I felt a drop. I had to cross my legs and ignore it, but maybe another 30 minutes I felt another drop, my panties were getting soaked. I desiced ot was best for me to go and stand in the shower, I brought my water with my though and started fulping like crazy. I wanted to feel the sunsation of my bladder taling controll. Okay so 20 minutes later I felt a leak, not a big one. It took me three seconds to stop, but I fidn't notice how another leak started and I could't stop it. It moved sowthwards and started to form a puddle. And I was so happy, I moaned out loud and just tryed to hold back. I couldn't! Gosh it felt so great to just sit in it and masturbate afterwords! So that was my experia.xe for the day. P.S:So if things are spelled wrong, I'm useing a phone keyboard to type and it's hard.
  10. A/N: Another commission for vexer. Seriously, there is no show I have seen that I will not write for, i am all about that commission business. Timmy had absolutely had it with the way Vicky treated him, though this was far from the first time he'd claimed to have “had it”. Still, he felt that she had really crossed a line this time, and he was tired of all the ways she tried to humiliate him. It was time that she got a taste of her own medicine, and he said as much while ranting about this to Cosmo and Wanda. His rant was finished off with him declaring, “I wish she'd be humiliated, to make up for the way she humiliated me!” The problem was, he wasn't very specific when he made his wish and never mentioned Vicky specifically. All he had said was “she”, and though he hated to admit it, he had been humiliated by a few other girls in his time, and the magic was set to target them as well. Still, since Vicky had humiliated him the most recently, she was targeted first, and he didn't notice that anything was up at first. He had wished to be wherever Vicky was when it happened, and so he ended up secretly following her around the mall, watching for signs of whatever would lead to her humiliation. Soon enough, it was easy to tell that she was getting desperate and ignoring it, which meant that she was going to end up wetting herself in front of a lot of people. The mall was very crowded, which meant that there would be several people witnessing her humiliation. She was fidgety and nervous, but did not interrupt her shopping even when she was so visibly desperate that anyone would have been able to tell what the problem was. Vicky would cringe and wince, and then keep on as if nothing had happened. Eventually, it got to a point where she would have to stop and squirm in place before she could continue shopping. Already, people were noticing her doing this and laughing to themselves about it, but she didn't seem to notice and Timmy got satisfaction watching as everyone made fun of her. Soon enough, she would really get hers, and he would get to witness it and know that it happened because of him. Even if she didn't know, it didn't matter, because she would be humiliated and that was all that really mattered. But what he didn't know was, at that moment, Trixie and Veronica were shopping in the mall as well and they were going to be affected by his wish as well. He didn't see when Veronica first began to feel uncomfortable and start to realize that she needed to pee, and didn't know that she decided to try to hold it a little bit longer because she didn't want Trixie to think that she was lame for needing a break already. And while all this was going on, Trixie started to feel her own need, but also thought it would be better to wait, because they hadn't been out for long and she didn't want to give Veronica any reason to think less of her. And so the two girls, much like Vicky, ignored their own bladders even when it became obvious that they were desperate, and neither of them seemed to notice the signs that the other was giving off. But Timmy hadn't seen them yet and hadn't figured out what was going on outside of his revenge plot with Vicky. All he could see was how close she was getting to losing control in front of everyone and that she didn't realize that, and wouldn't until it was much too late. He watched her stop to cross her legs, he watched her squirm around in front of everyone, and he watched the way she struggled to walk, but it was not until she doubled over, with her hands between her legs, that she seemed to realize just how serious her situation was. She steadied herself, blushing as she realized that a lot of people were staring and laughing, but also looking panicked because she knew the situation was going to get worse if she didn't do something about it. By this point, she could hardly walk at all, and began to slowly make her way towards the bathrooms, struggling with each step. She whimpered a bit, looking terrified as she went, knowing that she was almost at her limit, and Timmy could see just how close she was to losing it. But she was getting close to the bathrooms, and if she didn't wet herself soon, she might make it, and then she wouldn't be humiliated at all. He didn't understand why this was happening until she finally reached the bathrooms and let out a moan of distress. On the door of the women's bathroom was a sign that read “Out of Order.” A few girls who passed it looked a bit uncomfortable, but they were not so desperate that they couldn't make it across the mall to the the other bathrooms. But Vicky was at her absolute limits, and she wailed, knowing as well as Timmy did that she wouldn't be able to make it over there. Even so, she took the first few pained steps in the other direction, but then it was too late for her. Doubling over once more, she jammed her hands between her legs to try to stop what she already knew she couldn't, and then she was wetting herself completely, in front of nearly everyone in the mall. Though her pants were dark enough that the dark patch barely showed, it was still obvious just by her face what was happening, and it was not long before a puddle began to form on the floor around her. It was also not long before laughter broke out in the crowd, and Vicky blushed as the group of mall goes mocked her. She had been well and truly humiliated, and Timmy felt satisfied to have had his revenge. As soon as her bladder had finished emptying, Vicky fled the scene, running for the exit while running from everyone laughing at her. And of course Timmy was among those laughing, perhaps even laughing hardest of all. His small bit of revenge wouldn't do him much good down the road, but for now, it gave him more than enough satisfaction. But that was still before he knew all that was going on in relation to his wish, including just how bad things had gotten for Trixie and Veronica. Namely the fact that things had been steadily getting worse for the both of them, but neither would admit it and both only made effort to conceal it from the other while remaining perfectly oblivious to whatever signs the other made that they were in the same boat. So, while it was clear to the public that they were both struggling, it was not clear to each other and they both kept shopping and trying to maintain their facade, all while desperately hoping the other would need to go to the bathroom first so that they wouldn't have to be the one to look bad. Trixie couldn't stand the idea of looking powerless in front of Veronica, though she normally wouldn't have cared what her friend thought of her. The magic made her a bit more irrational and she could only think about how this would affect her image and she therefore cared a lot more than she normally would have. Even as she felt her bladder filling up more than she was able to handle, she did what she could to push it to the back of her mind and kept looking at clothes as if nothing were wrong. Even when she found herself squirming whenever Veronica wasn't looking and when she found that she could hardly hold still, she just kept pretending that she was fine. She was sure that she could last until she had a good opportunity. But she was already so close to her limit, even more so than she realized because her judgment was so clouded. She crossed her legs for a moment, not realizing just how obvious this looked, and really thought that she was being subtle, even when she bounced up and down and squirmed around in front of everyone. It was so obvious that it was painful to those who watched her, but she wasn't being any less subtle than Veronica was. Just the same as Trixie, Veronica would wait for an opportunity where she didn't seem to be looking, and then she would cross her legs and bounce on her knees, and pace back and forth, and then freeze up and pretend like nothing had happened when she thought that Trixie was looking again. She was honestly used to holding a bit just to make sure she didn't look bad in front of Trixie and she had her fair share of experience, but now she was pushing herself further than she ever had before. She had never been this dangerously close to wetting herself, but she kept telling herself that she would be fine, and that she wouldn't have to wait too much longer. The two girls just kept trying to fight the inevitable and kept trying to keep the other from finding out, but even with their resolve, they could not last forever, and even with their resolve, they soon found that they were absolutely at their limits and could not wait anymore, regardless of what the other girl thought. And so Trixie took off at as quick of a pace as she could manage in her current state, with Veronica following close behind, both with the same destination in mind. They hadn't even communicated what it was they were doing and it was suddenly as if they had forgotten their reason for holding altogether. All that mattered was making sure that they didn't wet themselves, which they both knew was coming soon if they didn't do something about it. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to them, they were making their way toward the same bathroom that Vicky had tried to use, the one that was still out of order. By the time they reached it, it was too late for them to go anywhere else, just as it had been with Vicky. Veronica wailed in distress, completely forgetting to try to mask her problem. She wasn't going to make it any longer and she knew it, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being completely humiliated. She made a small effort to get away from the crowd, but her cry had directed too much attention to her and she couldn't, and there were several eyes on her as she felt her bladder give out at last. Moaning in humiliation, she felt the warm liquid running down her legs, and she covered her face as she flooded her panties. Trixie would have normally been disgusted to watch her friend do something like this, but right now, she had much more important things on her mind, such as trying to get to the other bathroom. She turned away from Veronica and made a feeble attempt to get away, but just like Vicky, she had no chance of making it all the way across the mall in her current condition. All she cared about was getting away from where Veronica had humiliated herself and avoid her own humiliation, but she barely made it a few feet before it was also too late for her. Clenching her fists, she wasn't sure what to do when she began to wet herself. She wanted to try to find some way to conceal it, but she was completely frozen in place, in full view as it ran down her legs, puddling at her feet, and the crowd roared with laughter, though everyone was a bit confused. That was the third girl that had wet herself over the fact that the bathrooms were out of order, and it seemed like one hell of a coincidence. And Timmy began to wonder if it was a coincidence at all. He had watched in amusement, and then horror, as Veronica and Trixie had met the same humiliation that he had created for Vicky. Had it happened to both of them directly as a result of his wish or had it been more indirect, just because the bathrooms happened to be closed for his wish to work? He didn't know why his wish would have caused it, but he didn't understand how he hadn't been specific enough to make sure that it would only target Vicky. Whatever the case, he felt responsible for what had happened to them, and even though he didn't particularly like Veronica, he felt bad for her just as he felt bad for Trixie, and he wondered if the bathroom would be fixed any time soon, or if any other girls would suffer the same fate. He hoped that it was over for now, but once again, there was more that he did not know. Namely that Vicky had had to bring Tootie with her to the mall, but had promptly left her by herself. This meant that, when she left, Tootie had been left alone and had no idea where to find her sister. Not to mention the fact that she needed to pee, and didn't know where to find any of the bathrooms. She was stuck by herself, getting more and more desperate, while she tried to find Vicky so that she could go to the bathroom or, at the very least, go back home. It didn't help that she had a habit of not noticing that she had to go until things were already bad, and she had once again held for a little bit too long before realizing that she really needed to go, and soon. This meant that she was already close to her limit even before she realized she was getting there, and without her sister, she had no idea where she was going. Squirming in place, she looked for one of those maps of the building, hoping that she could find her way to a bathroom from there. She continued to squirm and fidget and cross her legs while she stared at the map she found, finally able to figure out where she was and which direction she needed to go in, and not a moment too soon. She could barely walk in the direction she needed to, she was so close to losing control, and she couldn't even afford to walk quickly, not wanting to jostle her overfull bladder any more than necessary. It took her much longer than it would have normally for her to get close to the bathroom, and by the time she got there, she was at her very limit. That was when she saw the out of order sign herself, and whimpered. There was no way she would make it anywhere else, and she already had such a hard time finding her way around anyway. There was no way that she would get out of this without wetting herself, but she didn't want to do something like that in the middle of a crowded mall. There would be so many people who would see her do that, and she didn't know how she would get out of this. And then she saw Timmy in the crowd, and just like every time she saw him, everything else on her mind melted away and he was all she could think about. Her need was temporarily forgotten, and all she wanted was to go over to talk to him. Forgetting everything, she made her way toward him, until it was very immediately and very suddenly brought back to the forefront of her mind. But now Timmy had noticed her coming toward him and he was looking at her, and there were so many people around who could start looking at her at any moment, and she realized that the only reason they weren't was because Trixie and Veronica had done exactly what she was trying not to do, and were the center of attention. If she were to wet herself as well, everyone would surely notice, but worst of all, Timmy would notice it. She tried as hard as she could to hold back, but it was already too late for her, and with Timmy looking directly at her, she jammed her hands between her legs and tried to stop a spurt of liquid escaping. But she couldn't, and she couldn't stop the one that followed it, nor could she stop her bladder was emptying completely. Timmy looked just as horrified as she felt as she began to wet herself in front of him, but the crowd was still so focused on Trixie and Veronica that only a few saw her do it. Still, she would have given anything for Timmy not to be one of the few, and she felt tears well up in her eyes as a puddle formed at her feet. She was a few seconds from bursting into sobs when Timmy suddenly closed the distance between them and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the crowd, and she was so delighted at the sudden contact that her tears did not fall. He did not let go of her even as they made their way out the mall exit, and she was confused as to why he was doing this, though she could not say that she minded. Timmy, meanwhile, was doing this because as soon as he had seen her, he knew what was coming. He still couldn't tell if it was directly because of his wish or simply bad luck, but this was the third girl he knew that he hadn't wished for this to happen to, and he didn't want another one to suffer that humiliation. She was lucky that everyone was so distracted that hardly anyone noticed her, but he knew he had to act quickly if he was going to prevent that from going any further, and so he had grabbed her and moved her before she was noticed. “You need to get home and get cleaned up,” he said, once they were outside. He let go of her hand once he realized that she hadn't. “You mean you did that to rescue me?” she asked, sounding delighted. He knew that she would not see this as anything other than a romantic gesture, and that he would have to deal with that for a very long time, but he would just have to deal with that when the time came. “Get home before someone else notices,” was all he said, but Tootie still gazed at him with the same adoration. “You're my hero,” she cooed, so delighted to get to spend this time with him.
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  18. Since I'm new here, I decided to start off with my first ever time wetting myself. I'll leave my exact age out in case of moderators, but I was in high school. I was very much into holding desperation, but I had never tried it myself. My parents were out for a while, so I decided to try rapid desperation. I was already a little desperate because I hadn't taken my morning pee and so I started. I was drinking about 100 mL every 10 minutes, which seems a bit much, but I can hold for a very long time and I wanted to lose control before my parents came home. Since I was fairly bored during the first half of my hold, I decided to masturbate, touching my swollen clit through my panties and moaning. However, when I came even a little bit close to coming, hot pee squirted out from between my legs, showing exactly how desperate I actually was. I stopped, wanting to flood the tight shorts I was in, and drank another 100 mL. Before we get too far into the story, I'd like to describe myself so you get an idea of how I looked. At that age, I was already fairly big in the bust (I was a 34C and still growing) with a slim waist, full hips and a round ass. I was small though, having to wear children's tops since anything else didn't fit quite right and as a result, my boobs were always on display. This particular day, I was wearing a tight white low-cut tank top, which was slightly translucent so that you could see my plum coloured bra, and Daisy Dukes that showed off my ass perfectly. I was about 50 minutes into the challenge and wildly desperate. My knees were bouncing, hands jammed into my crotch and my boobs were threatening to come out of my bra. I could barely focus on anything, all my attention on my bladder and trying not to wet myself. My knees knocked together and I was grinding against my hands. I had never been so turned on! Before I could go get my next glass, my pee started to leak out. I grabbed once more between my legs, trying to keep it in and went and had another glass of water. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, so I moved everything into the shower where any mess would be easier to clean up. I was shaking my ass, which somehow made me feel better and then drank another glass of water. I needed to go, and fast. I unbuttoned my shorts, trying to prolong my desperation and saw my bladder bulge. I was at least twice my normal size and as I drank more, I watched it grow. It was a total turn on. Soon, all thoughts had turned to either how horny I was or how desperate I was. My boobs shook as I bounced, trying to keep it in, and piss was dripping down my legs, my pee hole working double time to keep everything in. I drank another glass of water (I was around 1 hour and 30 minutes in, having drunk about a litre of water) and finally the floodgates opened. I moaned as hot pee ran down my legs, pattering loudly against the shower floor and soaking my little shorts. I was holding my boobs, still trying to hold it in and failing and finally I fell to my knees. I must have pissed for about 10 minutes, until finally the flow stopped and I rubbed myself to the best orgasm I ever had, even squirting out a little bit of pee at the end. This is my first attempt at writing about my experiences, so if you have any suggestions on how I could improve, please comment