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  1. Alex62

    Roommate Disaster

    Derek woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. It was his favorite breakfast and his roommates, Kevin and Chris, were cooking it for his 20th birthday. Derek got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. On the way he passed the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had short blond messy hair and was skinny. Girls may have thought he was attractive but he wished he was bigger. Looking at the toilet he realized he had to pee. He thought to himself “I can hold it while I eat” and walked on out to the kitchen. Once he got there breakfast just finished cooking and Kevin was putting it on a plate. Once Chris and Kevin saw him they broke out singing Happy Birthday. Derek expected this but he always hated it, He would much rather Chris and Kevin attack him or something. But he let them know that so so why wouldn’t they do that instead. After they finished they sat down to eat. Derek sat on the couch with his feet up. Derek enjoyed his meal with his favorite breakfast drink, OJ. The OJ was good but did not help his bladder. Once they finished eating Kevin went to get ready for his part time job and Chris went for a walk. Derek just sat there watching tv for awhile, he knew he should go to the bathroom but he didn’t. After a whole his need had increased rapidly and he decided he couldn’t wait. He got up and headed to the bathroom but of course the door was closed. Nick was taking a shower. Standing at the door Derek noticed his need was much worse then he thought, he barley could hold it. Derek pounded on the door yelling “KEVEN” But of course no answer. He leaned against the door crossing his legs and holding himself. Right then Chris came in and headed straight to his room. He came out 5mins later in only his green boxers. Derek have had a crush on Chris forever. He had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had an amazing tan. Just Derek’s type and seeing him in only his green boxers was a dream come true. He went and stood behind Derek grabbing himself as well. Derek looks at him and says “you have to pee really bad too”? Chris nodded bouncing from one foot to another. Derek was doing the same. After what seemed like hours Keven turned the water off. Hearing this Derek once again pounded on the door and yelled “open the door Chris and I are about to piss ourselves”! Keven opened the door to see both his roommates with there legs crossed and holding them self’s. As soon as the door opened Chris tried to push pass Derek but Derek pushed him back and said “wait your turn”! Chris replied “I can’t, I’m about to piss my pants”! “So am I!” Derek said as he walked into the bathroom. Chris tried to follow him but Derek pushed him out saying “wait your turn” and closing the door and locking it. Derek could feel hot piss leaking into his pants but since his shorts were black you couldn’t see any wetness. He got to the toilet and pulled down his pants and undies and legged the lid. As he released Chris heard and couldn’t take it anymore. His own bladder released. It started and a stream but quickly turned into a jet of hot piss soaking his green boxers and running down his legs foaming a huge pee puddle around his feet. Chris couldn’t believe what was happing but it felt so good he didn’t care. After he finished what happing dawned on him and he turned bright red in embarrassment. Right then the bathroom door opened reveling Derek. As Derek stood there staring, Chris started to cry. Looking at Chris Derek couldn’t help but to think he looked cute. Keven came out of his room to see what all the noise was. When he saw Chris he stopped in his tracks. Derek wrapped his arms around Chris who was still crying.
  2. Yesterday I visited friends for lunch in a town just a couple of stops on the local underground. I returned home late afternoon and by the time I reached the station to get the train back I found the cups of tea had caught up with me despite having a "just in case" visit before I left. Whether it was the tea or the cold autumn chill I'm not sure. But by the time the train arrived my need had grown quite considerably. I was really uncomfortable and was quite worried. I'm one of those Omorashi devotees who loves everything about the fetish except the idea of doing it in public. Hearing of others troubles yes, but not mine. Selfish I know. It was literally a ten minute journey and as soon as we hit the platform I was out of the tube train doors and making haste for the toilets. Then disaster … a sign saying that due to "anti social behaviour and drug taking" the toilets had been closed. My heart sank and I feared I was about to do something anti-social myself! But I knew the café in the local park had toilets as I had used them in the past. I hurried up the road … it was just a few hundred yards. Then as I entered the park there was a terrible realisation …. where were all the tables and chairs! Then the second realisation. It had turned 4pm, the Winter timetable had come in and both the café and toilets had shut. There was an option to go behind a tree or find a bush but it wasn't that dark. The place is a route home for schoolchildren and I know that covert surveillance is in place to deal with the very behaviour the station was trying to address. I had no option but to endure the struggle of a 20 minute of a walk home. Because of bladder weakness I often wear a pull-up on long journeys but I hadn't wanted to that day because my friends might have noticed the bulge and in any case it wasn't that much of a trip. It wasn't long before I felt a spurt dampen my underpants and I was really apprehensive about losing complete control. I tried to quicken my pace but as fellow sufferers will know it is not that easy and can encourage further leaks. Despite my superhuman efforts to hold on more piss escaped as I entered my road and I could feel the legs of my jeans clinging to my thighs through wetness.. Just another few hundred yards. Please let me make it. I hoped my three quarter length coat would hide any embarrassment but as you will see from the pics my jeans were a very light blue! Luckily I made the front door without seeing any neighbours!
  3. Here4theFun

    Tied up

    From the album: Digital art

    Just wanted to draw a bit of bondage and omo.
  4. It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”. “Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.” As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them. Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them. Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?” “If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked. Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did. “I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained. Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.” A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style. “Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?” “What happened to your hand?” Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. “What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice. The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers. “Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.” With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.” As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident. “You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator. “Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.” A silence yet again drifted between them. Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?” Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?” “Nine o’ clock,” he reported. “Four fucking hours!” he hissed. Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.” “Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open. It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”. “Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.” As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them. Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them. Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?” “If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked. Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did. “I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained. Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.” A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style. “Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?” “What happened to your hand?” Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. “What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice. The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers. “Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.” With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.” As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident. “You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator. “Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.” A silence yet again drifted between them. Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?” Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?” “Nine o’ clock,” he reported. “Four fucking hours!” he hissed. Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.” “Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open. Posting the rest later B)
  5. I got all cold so I put on different clothes on a very soaked bed. So kept trying different wetting clothes to see which I liked best. Diapers are fun trapping the warmth, but I love the soak flow over your body and the wet patch and glisten and stain and the telltale wetbum saying you had an accident like a little 4 year old! Now found my new favorite wetting clothes. Hardly shows the wetting except in the moment but feels soooo good the way the warmth traps against you.The way you feel it creeping down your sides, your bum, the shimmer and glisten hitting all the right omo buttons. Maybe I could wet in public with this lol. I'm already wet so laundry can wait for tomorrow right? https://vk.com/id335842433?w=wall335842433_169%2Fall Movie on 11-9-19 at 12.28 AM #2.mov
  6. OMG that was orgasmic. I've never burst like that. I legit reached a point where I couldn't hold it and was just wetting uncontrollably! Too large to upload here but I'll post some screenshots, posting the VK link for your enjoyment https://vk.com/id335842433?w=wall335842433_167%2Fall Story time. First thing, Think anyone could tell I was wearing a diaper? My friend didn't seem to notice. Wore a long shirt and made sure not to bend lol. But I was soooo paranoid of the crinkle! So yesterday I wet the bed legitmatly which is like a needle in a haystack for me, I tried the https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxfWFpIvXlE video and it actually worked (third time not the first two). Sadly I woke up right at the end of stream or not long after because I was still warm, I was soooo turned on, had some fun But wish I could sleep through it since its hard to sleep in clammy sheets once the warm bliss goes away. Shout out to @nerdy princess gave me the idea (and thanks a billion for the encouragement and motivation to keep holding) for rapid desperation with her own tantalizing story from Sunday night. I love the idea of no control, it's one of my biggest triggers with this fetish, probably why I like bedwettings so much. But I usually just watch and have only done a regular hold once. I hate it because it can take me 8-12 hrs due/to mental roadblock even while well hydrated lol. I was skeptical about rapid desperation actually working but the method I used was at 4:20 (best time and date ;)) I started drinking 17 oz of water every 15 min like clockwork until 7:30 to leave for Zombieland at 7:45. I wore a diaper to pee every time I felt the slightest urge, even made a Walgreens run where I was scared I might leak because it started turning into actual wettings lol. It got even trickier when my friend Jon came over to join for the movie and knows nothing about this fetish. Thankfully he distracted himself with the new COD lol. Come 7:30 I pee one last time, chug a bai water, and put on a new diaper (the old was nearing capacity.) Skeptical I'd actually need to burst within 2ish hrs, yet when I got in the car I felt around a 3 instantly, and I'd just emptied my bladder. To quote Star Wars that was the I got a bad feeling about this moment... Finally to our seats, no drinks for me I'm already a bloated water balloon, I feel enough pressure that if it was normal I would have peed. 30 min into the movie I'm positively squirmy, yet I was with my friend and it was a sold out night (surprised me) I couldn't be super desperate, and I couldn't risk a leak even with black jeans. Nerdy Princess kept motivating me and refusing me leaks. By the last 30 minutes I really couldn't focus on the movie, a couple of times I even accidentally grabbed my diapered crotch and let go fast before someone noticed. By the last 15 min I leaked and had to force a clamp down. Finally the movie ends and fuck the post credit scene I had to make it home, standing up I felt such an enormous pressure I was sure I might wet myself, I had to pause and compose myself. My friend of course went to the bathroom like a muggle and I went to the car so I wouldn't be pee dancing in public. He was my ride so I made an excuse that I had to be up early so he could just drop me off because fuck I had to pee and couldn't hold a convo! I wanted to get back in blue boxers and grey trackpants for the video. Turns out he left his keys in my room so fuckkkk I had to wait some more. After goodbyes where he could probably tell I was frantic, he's walking down the stairs and I start leaking uncontrollably!! I'm like shit no I wanted a video!! I bend and squirm and grab my crotch and sit and do everything and finally stop peeing, but if id been in clothes that by itself probably would have looked like a wetting to most lol. I barely manage to press play on my laptop as I'm pulling up my boxers and sadly am not able to manage much teasing, squirming, and dancing for the viewer but fuckkk that release!! That warm golden bliss. I'd never peed so much lol. I had some me time and felt like this was worthy of an in depth write up. Put my degrees to use lol. Let me know what you guys think! I'm leaning to hold again, I honestly feel the urge already lol. Man what a rush to knock off a bucket list! @PrincessPeeach, @rachelkirwan I know you'll love this first of mine :) I think what I like most about this fetish is it more than anything has helped me fall in love with my body thanks to you guys encouragement. I feel sexy, and not like the 300 lb person I used to be. Thanks for that. Hopefully I find my omosoulmate one day! #HopelessRomantic #RapidDeseperation #Wetting #Public #diaper
  7. Here4theFun

    Genie wets himself

    From the album: Requests

    Can you draw something with the animated version of Genie from Disney's Aladdin (don't judge me) if you are ok with males that are mythical creatures? I prefer ABDL but if not you can do regular omorashi. Sorry for not being specific, it's just that I'm ok with any scenario.
  8. This is a video of me naked peeing stand over the toilet. You can see the pee come out of my pee hole and my stream. There are women who like to pee the pee come of hole of my dick. I pee and drink a lot. Tea and water make pee bad. VID_20191101_105252891.mp4
  9. peedespes02

    malefemale Male Naked Stand Pee

    This is a video of me stand over a toilet peeing. I drink lots of water and tea need to pee bad. VID_20191106_124846981.mp4
  10. Jarvis Langley

    malefemale Max Goof Omo

    © Myself: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/punkrockvampire/

  11. So tonight is bonfire night and I would be spending it alone. To make it more interesting I decided to have a little fun. *vague description of myself* About 6ft, was wearing light blue jeans, a black jumper and a yellow t-shirt with a pineapple wearing a thong on it- no underwear. The original plan was to wet a pair of joggers while in front of the fire I would make but I realised I needed to go to the shops for some things so I changed into a new pair for jeans Iv been wearing a bit, to test how absorbent my new jeans are I decided to pour a small amount of water on various parts of them to see if they’d show- they didn’t do I went with them. Skip ahead to about 5pm I head around my back garden to cut the wood into smaller bits to burn. This took me almost an hour and got me to 6/10- knew I could pee but not desperate. 6 o’clock rolls around and I’m trying to start the fire, Iv had another few glasses to drink and I’m occasionally spiking in need because of it being a bit cold and raining a tiny bit. I tried for about 30 minutes but just could not get this fire to light. I head inside and did all the things food wise I had planned to do with the actual fire while having a can of cider. I was bouncing about holding myself when I decided to kick it up a notch and try a public wetting. I figured the streets would be quieter and I wouldn’t be noticed so I went for a walk around the streets to the top of the hill I live on. As I lift I realised there were more people about that i expected, due to my need to pee and the drink I was extremely hard but luckily the jeans are quite loose fitting so it hid it somewhat, when walking to the top of the hill (about 10-15 minutes) a man with his dog was in front of me most of the time, I was worrying a bit that he wouldn’t turn away but was confident in my ability to hold as the need subsided as I walked. After a pretty uneventful walk up I noticed I had been getting quite wet around the tip so I wanted to check it wasn’t noticeable so after looking around for a bit I grab my crotch and pull the jeans away slightly. I then looked up and saw like three people in a garden looking in my direction. I was mortified, so I played about with my phone for a minute to make it seem like I was just adjusting. I had had been talking with some friends before I left about how enthusiastic my area is about bonfire night so I stopped to take a picture of a big fire across the way- and that’s when the first spirt came. I looked around quickly and nobody was around so I started walking again, I could feel my face warm up as I crossed the road and decided to take a quick video to see if more would come out. I was still for about two second when I felt my bladder contracting but I didn’t let any out, instead I walked down the hill to a better position beside a lamppost to take a longer video. After 3 seconds or so I relaxed a tiny bit and my urethra was filled but not releasing anything because of the way my penis was resting. I stopped the recording and started walking towards the local park where I was going to sit on a swing to try let go, after the first few cautious steps the pee escaped and ran down my left leg a bit. Nothing was visible but I picked up the pace and got to the darkened park, I was sitting on the swing, swinging on the swing, but nothing was letting me let go- so I gave up and started heading home proper. About 12 feet from my gate I just tried to relax and push some out while walking, it was difficult but a short quick stream cascaded freely down my leg. Not wanting the fun to stop there I went around my back garden again and sat with my legs on opposite sides of my wall- it was at two different levels so I had one leg about knee height. Nothing was letting me let go while sitting so as I was about to leave the fireworks started a big show- I took the opportunity to record it while standing on the wall- I recorded for a minute but after the first five seconds I was peeing constantly. A wave of relief washed over me as the pee cascaded down my legs, darkening the trousers slightly. I turned on my phone’s torch quickly to catch a glimpse of the damage before rushing into the house. I threw my shoes off, the left one being a bit more wet than the right, and had another glass or two of water. I then rushed up the stairs to the bathroom to take pictures and start writing this. With the relatively little I had peed I filled up quickly and wet another two time while writing this standing in the shower.
  12. Well why not try both now~ so i'm holding my morning pee until 1 PM and release it all, and feel an urge to poop, so, i just let it go~ DOWNLOAD THE VIDEO BELOW 226829.t.mp4
  13. Alex62

    Black jeans

    Peed my black ripped jeans!
  14. DarthBane93

    Bedwetting Dream

    So as you all know bedwettings are my absolute favorite. And I finally figured out how to get a good angle with my laptop!! One of these days I'll have an omorelationship to helo record even better lol. I hought I'd try something different and do a dream wetting scenario where I have an accident in the dream at a party in front of my date only to find out it wasn't just a dream.... So much easier to wet when you know you have good mattress protection lol. It all pooled on my butt, wish it'd come out the front more. Let me know what you guys think, any suggestions for the night? Should I go Diapers or keep soaked all night? Video is too large to upload, anyway to compress it? I'll post the VK link for now and set my profile to public so you can enjoy. https://vk.com/id335842433?z=video335842433_456239063%2Fb75f55e92f4ae1c00a%2Fpl_wall_335842433 Some preview pics, I know you wanted to see the shirt wet @nerdy princess, that's always my favorite too. Know you'll enjoy @PrincessPeeach @rachelkirwan #omorashi #pee #bedwetting #wetmyself #wetthebed #bedwetter #accident #soaked#abdl #NeedMommy #warmandwet #peedream #wetdream #desperation #omo #little
  15. FlowerMouse

    Western Candyland

    The sun sauntered to the horizon, washing the quaint, old town in a pleasant pink. The brightly colored European-styled buildings dazzled with hints of glitter in their bricks. Candy cane telephone poles soared high into the air. A young man on a horse trotted down a pink, dusty, dirt street. He had shaggy, peppermint striped hair, with blue freckles. His mint-white skin was covered by a plain, warm coat, and long, black pants with boots. He gripped his horse's reigns, as he wished he had brought a scarf. "If I have to deliver one more package in this freezing weather," he chattered, "I'm going to become a fucking pop-sickle." Despite the innocent, playful aura of the land, curse words were still used. How many on a daily basis appeared was based on the community. He saw multiple people scowl at him. He assumed they didn't like it so much. He complained, "Of course, this guy's stupid present or whatever is halfway across town." Digging into his coat pocket, he discreetly tried to hold himself. "And this is one of the best days that I don't get a break, too. Warren better give me an extra few dimes this time around." Feeling self-conscious, he put his humanoid hands onto the horse. He steered her to the right, entering a new street. "Are horses supposed to have socks or something?" he asked the horse. "I live down south, so I really don't know." The horse could not answer because she was a horse. He uncomfortably adjusted himself, as the horse jiggled on. The constant bouncing of the horse was making his bladder's muscles weak. "Maybe I can get one of those lady saddles," he joked to himself. A sudden sharp jolt made him bite his lip. He hunched forward, gripping himself. Sharp feelings raced up and down his spine, making his limbs jittery. He whispered a string of curses, as he pleaded his bladder not to give up just yet. The young man pressed his thighs together, hoping that his need would cease. After a few seconds of fear, his nervous system stopped signaling. He whispered pitifully, "At least let me deliver this god-fucking package." The pair made their way down sprawling paths. Tall, brick structures blocked out the lowering sun. Carriges, horse riders and people were the many annoyances on the road. Their path lead them to the outskirts of town, where mint grass could be seen. Licorice fences bordered the road. His face donned a hopeful smile, as he directed the horse to a distant mansion. A large, fancy house soon appeared in view. The pair trotted down a crumbly, gram cracker road. The landscape was dotted with colorful jawbreakers and gumdrops. "Wish me luck," he whispered to the mare, as he tightly gripped the package. He swung his leg over the horse, and landed on the ground with a heavy thud. His body shuddered, as he felt all liquid slosh against his will. Tingling nerves signlaled extreme need. Thighs clamped together, he took a deep breath. One hand held a package, and the other his groin. He waddled up to the shimmering silver front porch, and pounded his fist on the door. Instantaneously, a maid ripped open the door. "Package for Mister Locke," he declared. With shy hands, the dark blue maid daintily received the package. She chirped, "I will give this to him right away." She paused, as she took a second to study the odd man. He was bouncing on his heels, shivering and wiggling in the cold. He looked pathetic. "Are you sure you don't want to come in for a minute?" she asked, "You look extremely uncomfortable." He hoped she was just talking about the weather. "I'm fine," he squeaked, "Have a good day, ma'am!" He shuffled into the cold, adding a polite goodbye wave in order to signal the conversation to an end. "For a minute?" she offered, "It really looks like you need a ba-" "Goodbye, ma'am," he stressed, annoyed. He quickly hurried back to his horse, which was patiently watching him. With a bite of his hip, and a blue tinted face of cold and embarrassment, he hopped onto his horse. She quickly trotted down the path they came from. Only now, his need seemed to worsen threefold. His fingers, numb from the cold, dug into his crotch. He steered his horse every so often, winding down the mansion path into the main road. He tried to search for a private spot, but even in the outskirts of the sprawling town, there seemed to be humanoids littered everywhere. "How big is this place?" he whispered, bright green eyes wide with wonder. He fidgeted constantly, as the stables drew into view. His face grew hopeful, but a strong sensation overcame his body. Horrified, he felt his muscles spasm. A long dribble of piss shot down his neg. "Fuck-! We're so close!" he muttered, clamping his muscles as hard as he could. He bent over in effort, as his hand tried to hold his liquids in as best as he could. No amount of fidgeting could keep him comfortable. Finally, they arrived at the quiet barn doors. The sky was now a dark indigo, casting frightening shadows on the land down below. Biting his lip, and scrunching his face in concentration, he tried his best to delicately fold his legs over his horse. With attempted delicate precision, he flopped onto the ground. Instantaneously, he felt his muscles loosen. Relief swept through his body. "No, no, no," he whined, feeling the shame of assorted eyes scanning him, "Not now!" Too late. A loud rush of liquids broke the peaceful silence of the country night. He tightly bit his lip, as he tried to tighten his muscles. However, they had given up. Liquid pooled into his underwear, than soaked his pants. Shame clashed with relief. Warm piss sloshed against his legs, creating a distinct stain. Despite his efforts to keep quiet, a moan escaped his lips. An indescribable amount of liquid burst out of him. Finally, after what seemed like a very long minute, he could hear the final droplets of piss hit the now soaked dirt. Swallowing the shameful lump in his throat, he croaked, "Well, um... This is inconvenient." He detested the part of him that wanted to do it again. He reasoned that it was because the air was cold, and his liquids weren't. However, the stiff feeling in his groin seemed to cancel that theory. With shaking legs, he wobbled over to his intently watching horse, and unlocked the barn door. A waft of horse stench and hay filled his nostrils. He, however, was used to it. They waltzed over to the pen. Knowing what to do, she wandered into it. He took off her reigns, and set it on a hook. He was about to turn around and face criticism from his mother, when he heard a voice claim, "Hey, Erian!" He whipped around, fearful that somebody was going to make fun of him. "Who said that?" he squeaked. "Me," confidently stated his horse. His bright green eyes widened. His throat grew dry, as his face took on a more embarrassed blue. He shrieked, "Macy?! I thought talking horses were only legend!" "Well," she explained, "I guess not." The man gawked at his horse, who looked very amused. He sputtered out nonsense words. "Anyway," she continued, "I just wanted to thank you for today." He blinked, confused. "You treat me so well. My riders before you used to beat me. You talk to me! And I appreciate that." He whimpered a small thank you. "Do you know what else I appreciate? You putting on that show a minute ago. I was bored. Like, really bored. Walking in the same town every day gets boring! However, when you were wiggling and moaning, I was like, "Wow! Is he going going to make it or nah?" Also, the moaning was a good plus." She bounced her eyebrows. "Anyway, Erian, you're a good man. Keep at it." He felt a surge of both confidence and humiliation. At least she wasn't mentioning the liquids part. "Also," she mentioned, "You stink." "You too, pea-brain," he drawled, feeling worn out from the new experiences he was having. He slowly turned around, quietly slinking to the door. "Did you mean p-e-e brain, or p-e-a brain?" she called after him, as he shut the door. He sighed, as he turned around back to the path. He gazed into the dark sky, shimmering with stars. He thought he was going to be walking home with one problem, but ended up walking home with two. Thanks for reading my clusterfuck! (That's a cool word; people should use it more.)
  16. Hintojo

    First Loss of Control

    Just had my first true loss of control the other night and thought I would share the story here. New to documenting my experiences so don't hold back any punches for comments/critiques/questions: Overall, had a bit of a rough week. Two major midterms back to back meant that I spent a lot of time studying and stressing—even though I'm a good student and always do fine come test day. Regardless, after my 9am exam on Friday, I decided that I should treat myself for all my hard work this week. I could hit up some friends to see if they want to spend the night on the town or.... With only 38 minutes left on the most recent Steam sale, I bought Bloodstained: Curse of the Moon. (Decent game. It strives to be a spiritual successor to the original Castlevania games, but it's not nearly as difficult. Would recommend to anyone new to that genre.) I had already decided that I would just stay in and play my new game instead of going out, when my roommate told me that he would be leaving our apartment at around 6pm to go play poker with some friends, and he wouldn't be coming home until after 1am. With this new information, I schemed of a way to make my night even more enjoyable—some rapid desperation. (For those of you who are unfamiliar with the rapid desperation technique, go ahead and look it up. It takes a bit of prep, but it's a great payoff! It requires that you drink a bit and use the bathroom as needed for a while until you stop and completely deny yourself so that it's like, and I quote, "hitting the brakes on a freight train".) After going on a run, showering, and doing some chores, 6pm arrived and I started a night of rapid desperation. As soon as my roommate left, I grabbed a cup that I know holds about 400mL, filled it with water, and downed it all. I played some Pokemon Platinum for a while and then drank another 400mL glass of water around 7pm. At this point I was getting a bit hungry, so I went to the kitchen and prepared myself some shrimp ceviche. I felt the need to pee as I was cooking, so I stopped, went to the bathroom. used the toilet, then resumed cooking. Before enjoying my dinner, I took a double shot of tequila. I then made myself a rum and coke to enjoy with my ceviche. I finished dinner a bit after 8pm, so for 'dessert' I had another glass of water, followed by another double shot of tequila. I went back to playing Pokemon for a bit until I felt the need to pee again, so I got up from the living room couch and went to the bathroom again, shortly before 9 o'clock struck and the rapid desperation rules changed—I would now be drinking a glass of water every 15 minutes, but still be allowed to use the bathroom until 10pm. My last bathroom break was at around 9:40. At this point, knowing that the holding time would begin soon, I slipped out of my pajamas and into a diaper. I also switched from Pokemon to Bloodstained, as I find that the turn-based combat is too relaxed for a hold. Focusing on games with more action usually helps me hold as it takes my mind off of how close to bursting I am. It allows me to reach a point where I'll probably have to clean up the warm aftermath of an overflowed diaper. I continued drinking a cup of water every 15-20 minutes, but no longer used the bathroom after 10pm. I kept holding, but it got to a point where I couldn't focus on the game and I decided to take part in one of my favorite holding activities—washing dishes. I intentionally didn't clean up after making my ceviche because doing the dishes while holding is one of my favorite activities. Normally, doing the dishes is a chore that I dread, but fighting back the urge to let loose onto the kitchen floor is a fun battle. The sound of rushing liquid, the warm temperature of the water, and having to alternate between bending over and reaching high to load the dishwasher or put stuff away makes for a very intense holding activity. Unfortunately, I made it through the activity without a single leak. The night went on. I moved to my bedroom in case my roommate came back early and continued drinking water. I stopped focusing on my game and decided to just lie in bed and listen to some relaxing music hoping to maybe fall asleep and wake up to a nice long wet. I put down two towels hoping to overflow my diaper in bed, but my hold started to cause a pain in my lower back that I couldn't bear anymore. Finally, at 12:30 I gave up on loosing control and I tried to use my diaper, but something was keeping me from letting loose. Instead, I took off my diaper and peed into a measuring cup. I totaled in at around 700mL. I was disappointed by my inability to wet and decided to stop drinking. I changed back into my pajamas and threw the towels that I had laid down into my laundry hamper thinking that my night was over, but I was dead wrong. My roommate came back a little bit after 1pm, but it didn't matter at this point because I was locked up in my room and done with my hold...right? I decided to move on and planned on playing my new game until I wanted to go to sleep. My roommate went straight to bed, which was very fortunate as it allowed for the following events to happen. I plugged in my laptop to a nearby power outlet and set up so that I could play in the comfort of my bed. Everything was going fine until I got to the 5th level. The boss for that stage is notoriously hard. I was very focused and tried my best, but I was getting nowhere. I was down to my last life, really hoping that I wouldn't die and get sent back to the beginning of th-!!!!! All of a sudden, right in the fucking middle of the boss fight, a sharp pain came from my lower abdomen and shot down all the way to the tip of my penis. I dropped my controller without pausing and died to the boss—all so that I could keep my bed dry. I rushed to the bathroom, hand on crotch, and relieved myself. But for some reason I could tell that this was not going to be an isolated incident. I grabbed the towels I had tossed aside and donned a diaper once again for a second attempt. After getting sent back to the beginning of the level I made my way back to the boss. I made it to him again, and like last time, in the middle of the fight I had the same feeling. But this time I was prepared. I powered through feeling and did my best to try and beat the boss, I failed to beat him but finally succeeded in something else that I had been trying accomplish, during my second attempt at the boss, I finally had my first loss of control! With no fear of wetting the bed thanks to my diaper/towel combo, I kept my shaking hands on the controller as I felt a strong discomfort grow to excruciating pain, to blissful release over the course of 10 minutes. My third attempt at the level was the time I finally beat the boss, but by that point I had flipped my diaper around to completely soak it as a third wave of desperation overtook me then escaped through a gushing stream from my penis. I stopped playing for the night after I got past the 7th level, but even after I stopped drinking after midnight, I was able to fill a total of 3 diapers front and back over the course of 5 separate wettings. Overall, 10/10 would recommend rapid desperation. That said, anybody else remember their first loss of control or have any memorable rapid desperation experiences to also testify to its effectiveness?
  17. Brandon_W2

    21 year old holding

    Hi guys! I just recently turned 21 and I’m looking to do a hold tonight. I haven’t had much alcohol since I turned 21 so I’m wondering which drinks make you piss the most? Im also open to suggestions of what I should do during my holding... I’ve thought about drinking tea as well as beer, since tea seems to really get my kidneys going. please let me know what I should drink, what I should do during my hold and how I should relieve myself
  18. Dunney

    I stink of pee.

    I've been wetting the same shorts for the last 3 days. The smell builds up slowly, but it's just as well I'd planned to wash them tomorrow. Every bladderful has gone through them and down my legs. The shorts dry quickly, so I can get away with this sort of thing so long as no-one comes visiting. When that happens, as it does occasionally, it means a mad sprint for the bedroom, a hasty wipe with a wet cloth and a quick change of clothing. This is one reason I masturbate daily. The other is that I enjoy masturbating. I've got a hand on a pissed leg as I type (one-handed.) It's time to move under my smelly shorts.
  19. Calvin1

    Finally peed in public

    Well, I finally did it. I am new to this site, but as stated have been secretly been holding and peeing myself for a long time. Thanks to two of you on this site I actually was able to get up my nerve and try a public pants "accident." I hope it is ok to mention them: Soggy Shorts and Peegirlpee 1. Here is how today went. I mentioned on a post that I would like to try to pee in front of my roommate and in public, figured if I was going to do it I might as well jump right in. The plan was to go with my roommate shopping do all the things she wanted to do do, and hold until we got back home. All was good, I had loaded up on coffee and soda. We started of dropping her dry-cleaning and then went to resale shop to try and sell some of her clothing. I was thinking this will be great, it takes a while for her to finish. While we where there I did start feeling the need to go, nothing bad, just that little twinge. I tried to relax, but the excitement and nervousness of what I was doing was not helping. Luckily her usual habit of shopping held up and nature started working, and I started feeling my bladder getting fuller. This was about 6:00pm, we arrived there about 4:00pm. I knew she still wanted to try the clothes on and that would take a little while and I started to panic. "Was this a good idea, can I go through with this, Aaaaah what am I thinking...." There was a bathroom in the store and I almost went for it. I did not....so I waited and actually kind of enjoyed the fact that I needed to pee, was holding it and so far nobody could tell. Well, sadly all plans were suddenly over. The store was closing early due to Halloween, and we left and went home. I was both kind of relieved and a little disappointed, but the evening was not done. After we arrived back at the house, she changed and went out, so I was thinking I could relax pee myself in private and wait. Luckily I came back to this board and happen to see that Soggy Shorts had given me a few tips. So I changed into some black pants and decided I would complete what I had wanted to do. I went to the mall. There was no turning back now, on the way there I was having a hard time not peeing. My left leg was bouncing and I had my hand in my pants. Honestly, I was kind of getting hard from holding and squeezing. I arrived at the mall just before closing, which in a way was a good thing. I parked the car near an entrance, but where there was a grass medium with some trees. By now if someone was watching they would have seen me wiggling in the seat, and I think I might have been even moaning "No, no, not in the car." Well I quickly got out, and as soon as I stood up, felt the first squirt, took a few steps from the car and the second one, longer than the first. My heart was pounding, I tried to breath normally, my mind was racing. I got to the medium and that was it, I just let it go. I can't explain the feeling I had, after all these years WOW. I can't say how long I stood there, I tried to look normal like I had just wanted to get something and arrived to late. I know people walked by me, but to be honest I do not know if they noticed or not. All I know, I was standing there pants wet feeling great. Now what I did not plan for was, of course, going back home in wet pants. Since I really did not know if I was going to do this I had not planned this far. Well, I got into the car, couldn't think of anything else, looked around, pulled my pants and underwear down, closed the door, used my sweater to dry myself as good as possible and drove home. Yes I was naked from the waist down driving home. What a Halloween. Waking up with just a thought and crazy plan, to tonight driving home half naked, and writing about it. Next step day time public pee.
  20. gottliebeln

    Diaval? Maleficent 2

    sooooo i saw maleficent mistress of Evil last week and WOW i forgot how much i love diaval. really maleficent and him are just a Perfect example of two things i love; goth and femdom. so anyway, i haven’t been able to get the thought of diaval wetting out of my head. whether it was induced or encouraged by maleficent, or if he was simply too confused with a human body to figure it out. there’s so much potential here!
  21. Alex62

    malefemale A Halloween Treat

    I peed my briefs for fun today! heres a Halloween treat! IMG_9233.mp4
  22. For the first time ever, I have actually have something done by the time I said I would. Enjoy this extremely long piece, clocking in at over 10k words. It is as creepy and Halloweeny as I could make it, and contains a great many accidents, both wetting and messing, and both male and female. Happy Halloween! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Despite the loud voices and raucous laughter of her friends, the car ride was surprisingly peaceful. Lily did her utmost to enjoy the relative serenity before they arrived at their destination. A haunted house attraction. A very high-quality, one, too. “Remind me,” came the voice of Emile, who sat behind her, “What makes this place so special?” The young man had a bad habit of not listening to people. “Emmy,” Leroy, Lily’s boyfriend, answered, “If you ask me that again, I’m gonna bury you.” “Like to see you try,” Emile replied, chuckling. “I forgot, all right? Tell me what the big deal is. Really sell it to me.” “Real scary place,” Leroy made sure to speak very slowly, as if he were addressing a toddler, “People died in the house, and these guys made a haunted house trip out of it. The whole thing is so scary, you have to be at least 18 to get in, on account of some kid getting traumatized.” “‘Getting traumatized,’ dude, the kid went missing,” Said May from the back seat. “What?” Lily asked, unable to keep concern out of her voice. She’d heard the bit about it being scary, she didn’t know about a missing kid. “Don’t worry, Lily,” May said reassuringly, “Cops said the kid just got so terrified he ran off. He didn’t, like… die in the house, or anything.” May, despite being the sporty tomboy that she was, always took on this slightly maternal tone with Lily. “Sheesh, May, you’re gonna make her pee herself before we even get there,” Emile intoned. Lily blushed and shrunk in her seat a little bit. Their tradition of visiting a haunted house on Halloween had begun two years ago, and on both previous visits, Lily had had an accident out of fear. On the first year, she simply was overwhelmed by the sounds and atmosphere of the house, and unconsciously piddled down her legs as she walked. Only when Leroy asked if she was okay did she notice the trail she’d left behind her. Mercifully, she’d worn a skirt, so no one could see the wetness. The second year, a man in a particularly good costume burst through a wall and swung a very convincing prop chainsaw at her. She’d run as fast as she could, and only when she stopped did she notice that her jeans were thoroughly soaked in her urine, and her underwear full with her waste. While her friends liked to tease her about it, they were quite helpful in escorting her out of the house before anyone could notice her accidents. “Sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to worry you,” May said, in her matronly voice again. “And hey,” she began searching through the pockets of her shorts, before finally producing a taser from them, “Anyone actually tries to hurt us, and they’re getting zapped!” May spoke in a joking tone, but Lily knew her friend wouldn’t hesitate to jump to their defense. Emile instinctively leaned away when she drew the taser. He was quite familiar with its electric kiss. When she first bought the thing for self defense, Emile immediately volunteered to be their first test subject to see how well it worked. It worked pretty well. Emile promptly fell down and soiled his pants when the tazing was done. Lily had been secretly happy that they now had someone else to tease about having an accident. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Leroy interjected, “Please put the weapons away, because we are here.” The car came to a stop, and they disembarked. Ahead of them was a fairly downtrodden two-story house. The years had not been kind, and it truly looked like the new owners had done nothing but make sure the place wouldn’t collapse on the guests. Even from such a distance, she could see the decades of dust and dirt along its walls. Many windows were boarded up, and covered on the inside, blocking any view of the horrors lying in wait. They weren’t even inside yet, and Lily was already getting chills. Outside the house, a festive Halloween party was going on. People who worked at the attraction, or who were there to visit it sat around, enjoying drinks, snacks and music. It looked to Lily far more inviting than the fear she was about to subject herself to. She wondered if any of the others were as anxious as she was. Emile was probably the most apprehensive, aside from her. He was bad at not conveying everything he felt through his body language. She could see that her friend was on edge, already. She’d never known Leroy or May to be afraid of much of anything, though, and she couldn’t imagine that was going to change. Except snakes, Leroy had once confided in her that he was terrified of snakes. Just looking at all of them filing out of the car, Lily felt like they belonged in a horror movie. They had her: the, by her own admittance, small and shy girl. She wore an orange sweater with a Jack-o-lantern face on the chest, and a long blue skirt. Her blonde hair hung in ponytail. Then there was Emile. He was the second shortest of all of them, only a few inches taller than she. He was boisterous, loud, and difficult to actually bother. Everything seemed to just bounce right off of him and never leave him too annoyed. He just wore a simple white shirt, black jacket, and some baggy jeans. May walked slightly ahead of him. Her silhouette could honestly have had you mistake her for a boy. She was quite tall, athletic, had a rather small chest, and kept her black hair cut short and messy. The cold didn’t bother her, and so she wore a light green tee shirt and green shorts, exposing her dark, well-tanned skin. Leroy headed up the pack. He stood nearly a head taller than Lily. He was quite slender, and tended to wear tight clothes to show it off. A white and red shirt rested underneath a trim, black jacket. He wore tight, dark blue jeans. His face, and indeed, his whole body had a number of sharp, angular features that all complemented his overall figure and were, by Lily’s reckoning, quite handsome. She stole one last look at the car, and then the party, before catching up with the others. Her chances of escape grew slimmer by the second. She walked close to Leroy to help steel herself. They approached the door, and Lily took comfort in the fact that she still had her ace-in-the-hole; and in the fact that Emile and May hadn’t noticed her ace-in-the-hole. Beneath her long skirt, in place of panties, Lily wore a diaper. She’d lost enough pairs of underwear to her fear, and Leroy had suggested she seek some protection. She hoped she wouldn’t need it, but somehow, she doubted she would leave this place without needing a change. -------------------------------------------- There was absolutely no way she was leaving without needing a change. The inside of the house was huge, much bigger than she thought it was. It was like a choose-your-own-fright game inside, with separate wings of the house hosting different scares. They’d been through one of the routes, a zombie themed one, and already Lily could feel a light wetness around her crotch. Their costumes were just good, her brain kept forgetting that is was all just pretend. Emile, and even May were clearly also unsettled by it. As always, Leroy moved as casually as he did at the grocery store. “Didn’t that scare you at least a little?” Lily asked him. “Not a bit. They get you goin’?” “Oh please, when I have ever been scared at one of these?” She joked, trying to ignore how she’d already peed a little. “Next up, let’s go the other set-up on the first floor, then we’ll head upstairs,” Leroy instructed. Crossing through the large, open foyer into the next section, they found themselves in a room that had been so convincingly dolled up to look like a misty, haunted forest that Lily kept expecting a breeze to roll through. If the scare for this room was just its ambience, it would have been enough. Naturally, though, Lily wasn’t that lucky. High pitched laughter, like that of a small girl’s, broke the tense silence of their party. Emile and May spun around, looking for its source. Lily simply grabbed on to Leroy’s arm. There was a rustle in some of the fake bushes near them, rousing all of their attention. As they all watched, ready for something to jump out, footsteps raced behind them. They turned again, but saw nothing. That giggling came again, from a few directions, surrounding them. It was all too much, and Lily’s mind couldn’t reconcile what it saw with what it knew- that it was all pretend. Things became overwhelming, she really was lost in a forest, with fog so thick it was suffocating. Something really was following them, chasing them. Her knees came together, and she felt her crotch warm up once more. Two long releases of urine streamed into her diaper, both of them synced up with that creepy laughter. A silhouette resolved itself in the mist, that of a small girl in a torn dress. “Are you lost, too?” She said in a wispy voice. Lily buried her face in Leroy’s chest, willing the fear to go away. He wrapped his hand around her, and slowly escorted her forward, through the rest of the “forest”. He did his best to interject himself between his girlfriend and whatever other horrors the forest had to offer. The two of them made it out of the forest wing before Emile and May. Lily took a long moment to catch her breath and try to get her heart to stop racing. Leroy had a look of real concern on his face, and she didn’t blame him. She’d never been so scared before. “Lily, are you all right?” “Y-yeah, I think so… ” She was panting and her voice was shaky. “I guess this place is what it’s cracked up to be, huh? Listen, if you want, you and I can just go hang out at the party outside.” “We- we don’t have to… ” She shifted uncomfortably, her wet diaper an ever present reminder of her terror, “But, um… I did have my, y’know… issue, in there.” “No judgments here. That kid was a natural at this. I think I saw a sign for a bathroom upstairs, you can get cleaned up in there.” “That sounds good,” Though she wished he wouldn’t say it so loud. -------------------------------------------- “Did you see where the others went?” Emile asked, having noticed that their party had shrunk. “Huh? Oh.” May took her eyes off the faux forest around them, and noticed their now relative solitude for the first time, “I bet Leroy just got Lily out of here. Did you see how scared the poor thing was?” “Yeah, that’s probably about right. Guessing we’ll find them outside.” The fog from the fog machines grew very thick, and it became difficult to even see the path they were meant to follow. Hazarding a guess, Emile walked forward, passed some of the fake trees. May followed behind him. Both of them nervously looked around as they walked. After a short moment, the fog parted just enough for them to see a door up ahead. Emile opened it, expecting to see the foyer, but the two of them were instead greeted by a series of boxes, stacked high and covered with blankets and tarps. “Ah, shit,” He muttered, “I think we just found a storeroom for the decorations.” “Not likely,” May responded, walking by him and getting a closer look at the boxes. “Look at the dust on some of these. They definitely haven’t been touched in years.” “Huh. So then… what is this place?” “No clue, but hey,” She bent over to pick something up. When she stood again, she was holding a skull, “‘least they decorated a little bit, for us intrepid explorers.” She looked the item over, raising her eyebrows, “shit, this thing looks real. I gotta know where these guys buy this stuff.” Emile lifted one of the covers from a crate, sending up a cloud of dust. He briefly tried to pop open the crate itself, but it was bolted shut. No opening any of them without a crowbar. He looked up and spotted another door, leading further into the house. “We’re already off the beaten path, wanna see if there are any cool secrets off the grid.” May smiled, and the two approached the door. -------------------------------------------- “... I’m sorry,” Lily quietly intoned as she walked beside Leroy. “What for?” “I just, I know you really wanted to see this place, and I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.” “Silly thing for you to be sorry about,” He looked at her apologetically, “I know these places freak you out, and I keep dragging you to them anyway. I’m sorry.” “Well, at least we made a good call on my, uh, you-know-whats,” Lily put a hand on her hip, feeling the waistband of her diaper. “You see those two back there?” He said with a smile, “Before we get outta here, they’re gonna be wishing they’d worn some, too.” They both laughed at that. Despite lacking in any of the thematic decorations, the upstairs was no less unsettling. Old and rotted wood, covered windows, and boarded up doors were all there was to see. That, and some helpful signage leading them to the bathroom. Once they reached it, they discovered a large, spacious restroom, perfect for changing. “Um, I hate to ask, but… Do you think you could gimme a hand real quick?” She blushed as she asked. “No prob.” She had no idea how she managed to find a boyfriend who didn’t raise any objections when his girlfriend asked for help changing her wet diaper. They stepped inside, and a terrible odor greeted them. Both of them coughed lightly. “Guess we weren’t the first ones to find the bathroom, huh?” Leroy suggested. But Lily felt a growing sense of unease. Looking around them, the whole bathroom was filthy. And not bathroom-filthy, but grime and unidentifiable substance filthy. The little white tiles had what she forgivingly called dirt caked between them. The mirror was cracked severely. She hazarded a look at the toilet, and saw that it was overflowing with a rust colored liquid. “Um, Leroy? I don’t really feel… comfortable in here. Maybe the hosts outside know a better bathroom?” One look at his face told her that he felt the same way, “Yeah, let’s go find a nicer bathroom.” Exiting the bathroom and reentering the hallway, something didn’t quite seem right. After a second, Lily realized that the sounds of the various haunted house attractions were absent. The muffled partying outside had gone silent. Now, only the pitter-patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard. “Does it, uh, seem quiet to you?” She asked. “Sounds like rain. Guess the party people packed up.” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” She walked closer beside him. They rounded a corner, returning to a longer stretch of the hallway. Lily’s heart nearly stopped when she spotted the figure at the end of the hall. It was an extremely tall woman in a white dress. She looked as though she’d been stretched to nearly cartoonish proportions. She was turned away from them, but Lily could see how pale her skin was. Something in her brain finally clicked; Okay, it said, Those other things were fake. I get that now. But that is real. It didn’t matter how good your costume was, you couldn’t pull off a look like that. Lily covered her mouth to suppress her scream. Wetness and warmth again flooded her diaper as her fear robbed her of her bodily control. The rest of the liquid her bladder had to offer streamed out of her, and she felt the urine soaking into every inch of the diaper’s fabric. Leroy clearly had the same thought, about this thing being the real deal. He quickly pulled her back, putting himself between the creature and her. Taking a very quick stock of their surroundings, he noticed a door that had once been boarded up, but now was open. As quietly as possible, he opened it and ushered her inside. He pushed the door to a silent close, and then scouted out the room they took shelter in. It was only lightly furnished, and left no hiding places for more… things. Lily’s whole body felt stiff, and she realized that she’d clamped her hands over her mouth, and had never released it. Tears stained her cheeks, and her diaper was sagging with urine. “W-w-what was t-that?” She asked through terrified sobs. When Leroy drew near, she quickly embraced him, holding on to try and stop her shaking. “I… I dunno. Trick of the light, maybe.” “No, that, that was… ” She tried to continue, but she really didn’t know what to say. She had no idea what it was. Somewhat forceful footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing fainter. The tall woman was leaving. “Hear that?” Leroy said in a hushed voice, “She left, okay? We’ll just catch our breath here for a sec, and we’ll beeline for the exit. All right, Lily?” “... All right,” she said. -------------------------------------------- Emile gagged slightly when they entered the next room. A musty, rotty smell greeted them in a room with a few more crates, and a large cabinet. “Whoa-ho, you think this is the room where they toss all the pants this place made people shit in?” Emile said, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve. “Oh fuck… ” Was all May said when she caught a whiff of it. They ventured into the room, and looked around. This room definitely wasn’t part of the experience, but it really could have been. The wallpaper was old and peeling, the room was dark, the floor had odd stains. Walking by the large cabinet, Emile noticed some writing on the wall. In big, bold letters was written: “JUST HIDE. DON’T TRY AND FIGHT LIKE HIM.” ‘Like him’? Emile thought, confused, when a shrill scream almost made him jump out of his skin. Her turned around and saw May stumbling away from something on the ground, looking woozy. He walked around a small stack of crates to look, and nearly threw up when he saw what appeared to be the ruin of a human body on the ground. There was no mistaking it, either, it was real. It had been largely torn to shreds, most of the appendages and the head missing. The torso looked as though an animal had been feeding on it. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” May was clearly suppressing the urge to vomit, too. May continued to panic over the remains when Emile heard the steady thump, thump, thump of approaching footsteps. They were heavy, certainly not Leroy or Lily. Reflexively, he looked back to the graffiti, which urged him to hide. He had to say, hiding sounded like a plan. “May!” He hissed loudly, yet quietly, “May!!” It took her a second to realize he was talking, but when she did, she seemed to notice the footsteps, too. She looked fearfully at the door, then back at Emile. With no other recourse, Emile opened the doors to the large cabinet, and gestured for her to follow him inside. She hurried over, and the two squeezed into the tight space. It was large enough for them to stand, although it was cramped. The door could not be fully closed with both of them inside, leaving a small gap down the length of the doors for them to see through. Emile could feel his hands shaking, his heart pounding in his ears. Someone, inhumanly tall, wandered passed the cabinet, moving with purpose. It searched around, behind the boxes, and in the corners of the room. They heard us! He realized, The killer knows we were here! As the thing approached the cabinet, Emile could see through the gap that it wasn’t simply some killer. It wasn’t even human. The thing’s face was pale gray, and lacked a few features. It had no nose, and its eyes, disproportionately large for its face, were snow white. As it walked towards the cabinet, the final unchecked hiding place in the room, Emile became aware of the warmth spreading in his pants. For a second, he tore his eyes from the tall woman, and looked down, at his groin. A wet stain grew a steady pace, travelling down his thighs. He was utterly powerless to stop his bladder from emptying. He felt the hot urine reach his ankles, and flood into his shoes. The monster stood just in front of the cabinet, and suddenly turned around, its attention shifted to the body on the ground. It crouched low, and began to devour the torso. May and Emile both sighed in relief, the latter still pissing into his pants. It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew by the creeping dampness that his jeans were waterlogged. He looked to May, and noticed with shame that she was looking at his groin, watching the show unfold. The tall woman continued to eat the body, and it seemed as though the two of them would be stuck there for some time, when May began to move her arms frantically. He followed her gesticulations, and saw with dread what she had realized. The puddle that was steadily growing around his feet was still spreading, and had nearly reached the doors. It would leak out, splash to the floor, and alert the monster. Emile grabbed himself with both hands, stopping the flow of his piss with all his might, but it was too late. The puddle would inevitably grow too large and spill out. Watching the puddle that would be their death continue to spread, the rest of his courage drained out from between his legs despite his best efforts, renewing the warmth that begun to grow cold. But then, miraculously, the clang of something metal falling over caught the monster’s attention. With great haste, it ceased eating, stood, and strode from the room. Only seconds later, Emile’s puddle began noisily dripping from the cabinet to the floor below. They stayed in the cramped cabinet for minutes that felt like hours, wondering if it was safe, and trying to ignore the stinging smell of urine. Eventually, both of them looked at each other, and nodded. Very slowly, they pushed open the doors of the cabinet, and stepped outside. “We have to get the fuck out of here,” Emile said. “With gusto,” May replied. He appreciated her not commenting on his wet pants. She took a still wobbly step towards him, and then wrapped her arms around him, muttering “holy shit, dude.” He reciprocated the hug, since he needed the comfort just as much as she did. -------------------------------------------- Back in the foyer, Lily and Leroy hesitantly walked down the steps. Their footsteps seemed deafening in the silence. Leroy cautiously scanned the area for any signs of danger, while Lily frantically looked around, nearly jumping at every shadow. They wasted no time getting to the front door. Click. It was locked. “Ah, come on!” Leroy muttered as he pushed and pulled on the large wooden doors, but the locks held firm. “Piece of shit!” He growled as he rammed his shoulder into the door. The resultant sound made both of them freeze in place, listening for footsteps. They heard none. “What we gonna do?” Was all Lily could think to ask. “Gimme a sec,” Leroy answered, deep in thought. “Uh, hey, Leroy?” Lily called out when she noticed the note left on the wall. A series of arrows had been painted along the walls and floor, directing one’s eyes towards the note. He wandered over, and the two of them examined the slightly yellowed piece of paper. If you’re reading this, then I’m sorry to say that you’re in a very great deal of danger. You may have already seen that ghostly thing- the tall woman. If you’ve seen her, you likely already know that she’s determined to kill you. I’ve been trapped in here for some days, and I’ve determined that the tall woman cannot read. Indeed, she doesn’t seem to be much more than an animal. I’ve left this note to outline your situation, in the hopes that someone might someday escape this place. Wherever we are, it’s not the normal world. No one else is here aside from the people who get pulled in here, somehow. Don’t bother with the door, either. It’s locked, but that doesn’t even matter. I’ve escaped through a gap in the fence in the backyard, but there’s nothing outside. Wandering through the woods will simply return you to the house. Don’t have much more time to write, so I’ll be brief: Make no attempt to fight the tall woman. Another survivor was here with me, and I watched the creature rip him apart like he was made of paper. There is something else, an entity of some kind that sustains this place. If I were to guess, it is situated near or in the well in the backyard, since the tall woman has attacked me whenever I venture too near to it. I do believe the only hope of escape is to destroy this entity in the well. Fortunately, the tall woman’s zealous guardianship of its hiding place leads me to believe that the entity is vulnerable. If you can elude her, make your way to the well, and try to end this. That is where I am headed, now. If you’re reading this, then I did not succeed, and I’m sorry. “This has to be a nightmare… ” Lily intoned, almost inaudibly, “I got so scared I passed out, and I’m just dreaming all of this.” “Calm down, Lil,” Leroy’s stoicism gave way to sympathy. “Any second now, I’ll wake up, and Emile and May will make some jokes, and we’ll laugh.” “Lily,” He said, a bit more sternly. Tears flowed down her cheeks once again, “I don’t wanna die here, Leroy!” “You think I’m gonna let you die here?” He grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly, “We’re getting out of here, and we’re gonna kick that monster’s ass.” He always spoke with a kind of certainty and conviction; even with the hopelessness of their situation, she kind of believed him. “Okay… Okay,” She squeezed his hands back, “I trust you.” A muffled scream resounded through the walls, and both of them went rigid and quiet. A door creaked open somewhere, and hurried footsteps presaged the arrival of the tall woman, like a bird to a worm. Someone was in danger. Wishing to get out of sight immediately, Leroy and Lily hurried away, running anywhere that wasn’t there. --------------- Passing through a series of doors and halls, they found themselves in a foul kitchen. Pots, pans, and silverware littered the floors and countertops, most of them covered in rust, or stained with something disgusting. “I think we’re good, I think we’re good,” Leroy said. He opened up one of the drawers, and scowled when it only contained old rags, “Help me look for… something sharp. Anything that could be a weapon.” “Okay,” Lily began searching through the drawers, but the ones that weren’t empty were full of trash. Leroy opened the cabinets, hoping to find a heavy pan, a knife, a cleaver; honestly he would’ve settled for a rolling pin. He reached the end of the row, and yanked open the last of the cabinets. He was met with an avalanche of kitchenware. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled, spreading his arms out to catch the metal items before they crashed to the ground. He held back some of the avalanche, but too much fell passed his arms, and hit the ground with what felt like the sound of an atom bomb. He spun around, much too frantically, and saw the terrified face of Lily. They both knew that she would be there, and soon. “Uhh, uuuhhhhh… ” His mind raced, trying hard to think of a solution. “There!” He exclaimed, rushing over the cabinets under the kitchen sink. “What?” Lily asked, hurrying over to him. “Get in!” He opened the doors. “What about you?” The space was much too small for him to squeeze into. “I’ll find a spot, just get in, Lil!” He hissed at her. She seemed indecisive for a second, but then crawled inside. “Wait here until the coast is clear, okay?” She nodded. He closed the doors, completing her hiding spot. But now he had no idea what to do with himself. He didn’t see any hiding spots that could actually hold him. He spotted his only hope on the ground, among the pile of things that had spilled out from the cabinet: the handle of a large knife. Out of options, he lifted the weapon, and held it in front of him. He had to hope that the tall woman wasn’t as invincible as the note made her seem. Footsteps. The door would swing open in only a few seconds. He took a deep breath, he steadied his shaking hand. He tried to mentally calculate his swings while he had the chance. The footsteps grew louder and louder. His breathing quickened, and the door finally swung open. When he saw her disturbing, inhuman face, his confidence wavered. She approached him, her full, tremendous height making his knife seem absolutely tiny, certainly too impotent to kill her. She lunged forward, swiping her hand. He dodged to the right as nimbly as his fear would allow, but still her nails raked across his left shoulder. They cut straight though his shirt and jacket, and bit into his flesh. The wounds wept blood, saturating his sleeves. He returned the favor, driving the blade into her torso, just under where he guessed her ribs were. The knife stuck into her, but the wound did not seem to bleed, nor did the tall woman seem particularly fazed by it. He twisted the knife, but she simply drove her fist into his stomach, flinging him over the table in the center of the kitchen. His legs felt weak, and he couldn’t seem to stand. In the back of his mind, he was cognizant of a sensation in his pants, at his rear. He was pretty sure he pooped a little when she punched him. She advanced slowly towards him, savoring in the kill. He ached, and by the time he had started to lift himself back up, she stood directly in front of him. He fell backwards, onto his tailbone, and scrambled back as fast as he could. His back slammed into the wall, and he knew that he was cornered. The tall woman continued her advance. She gripped the knife, and casually ripped it from her flesh, dropping it to the floor. The display of her unholy endurance broke him. Fear strangled his heart, and he felt tears burning his eyes. Weakened by the earlier blow, his bowels failed him, and released themselves into his underpants. A fairly solid mess tented his tight pants, and spread across his rear. The wet crackling was loud enough for him to notice, despite his terror. He had never soiled himself, never had an accident of any kind since he was a toddler. The tall woman seemed to relish his fear. She had slowed her pace, and had not broken eye contact with him. It didn’t notice when the cabinet behind it opened, revealing Lily. Leroy’s breath caught in his throat. What are you doing?! He screamed in his head. The tall woman followed his gaze, and turned around just in time for Lily to jump and smash a glass jar against her face. It recoiled at this, and grabbed its face in pain. No, he noticed, it specifically was trying to get the glass out of its eyes. The rest didn’t seem to bother her. Looking pale as a ghost and horrified out of her mind, Lily sidestepped the tall woman and grabbed Leroy’s arm. With all her might, she hoisted him up. Doing her best to support him and keep him steady, the two of them sped away from the kitchen. They heard the sounds of splintering wood and crushed metal behind them. -------------------------------------------- Right as May and Emile had reached the door and discovered it was locked, the sounds of violent rampage erupted from nearby. They fled to a nearby staircase that led down to the basement. May was taking the steps two at a time. Emile waddled behind her, not enjoying the sensation of his wet pants, evidently. They reached the bottom, but couldn’t see anything- the basement was pitch black. Fumbling around the walls, May soon found a light switch. She mentally thanked the renovators of this place. Flipping it on, the basement was actually less terrible than she was prepared for. She was prepared for blood, bodies, evil symbols on the walls; but instead it was… just a basement. “Whoa!” she exclaimed in shock when her eyes came upon a humanoid figure in the room. It dawned on her that she viewing her own reflection, and that an entire wall of the basement was inexplicably taken up by a mirror. When the shock wore off, she felt a droplet of urine run down her thigh. Inspecting her shorts, she saw they now had a small, wet stain just between her legs. “What? You okay?” Emile asked, looking over at her. “Yeah, just… Mirror scared me.” “Looks like it,” He said, smirking when he noticed the wet spot on her pants. “Hey, you’re one to talk. Your pee almost got us killed.” “It was a calculated move,” He said with his silly smile, “It’s gonna smell my pants and decide to eat you first, giving me time to run away.” “So it was all part of the plan?” “You bet. Now don’t piss yourself, you’ll ruin the plan,” He pointed to some old boxes, “Go crouch and pee over there or something.” “Fine, just stay over there,” She headed for the boxes, since she did need to pee. “You may find this hard to believe, but I actually don’t want to watch you take a leak,” Emile said as he occupied himself with looting the containers around them. May had to walk by the mirror-wall as she approached the boxes. She knew that in horror movies you should never look in the mirror, but she was just confused by its presence. Who puts a mirror in the basement? More importantly, who turns an entire wall into a mirror? That was weird. One of the boxes, the one against the wall, was pushed slightly back, creating a small alcove of privacy. With the mirror-wall in front of her, she’d get a first class seat to watch the show. She leaned a little, to use the mirror to peak at Emile and make sure he was minding his own business. Satisfied that he was, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Just as she began to crouch and lower her clothes, she noticed a third shape in the mirror. It was a man. Dressed simply, like a farmer, maybe. His face was stretched into a rictus grin, and he stared at the empty center of the room. He carried a bloody axe in one hand. May fell on her butt, peeing forcefully into her shorts. The hissing was loud and a puddle quickly formed underneath her. Her urine washed over her butt, and wet the backs of her thighs. She must have made a noise of some kind, because Emile worriedly asked if she was ok. When she didn’t answer, he rushed over. He peered over the boxes, and was greeted with the dignified sight of her with her fly down and sitting in an expanding pool of piss. “What, did you slip?” He asked, suppressing a laugh. “Emile!” She whispered, while she clamped her legs shut to stop the flow, “Mirror!” He quickly picked up that was serious, and turned around. “What about it?” “You didn’t see that?!” “Something in the mirror? No I didn’t.” Had they not seen a monster just a short while ago, he might’ve been more hesitant to believe her, “What did you see?” “A- A man. With an axe. Didn’t look like he was cutting wood with it.” Emile was perturbed by this information. He scanned the room once again, but apparently saw nothing. “Wonderful… more shit trying to kill us.” He looked at her awkwardly, “So uh, we should probably get goin’,” May blushed and looked away, “... ‘m not finished… ” “Huh?” “Not done peeing.” “Er, well, just go!” He urged her. This time he did not give her much privacy, and stood guard right next to the boxes. It didn’t matter much, there wasn’t any point to not just finishing up in her shorts. With only a slight push, her stream picked back up, returning its wet warmth to her crotch. The puddle grew a little more, and the fresh urine reheated it. After the longest and most awkward few seconds of her life, she was done wetting herself. “... ‘kay,” Was all she said as she stood and zipped up her shorts. Urine dripped from her soaked butt, and cold drops raced down her legs. She stood, and joined Emile on the other side of the boxes. “Look on the bright side,” Emile said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What fucking bright side?” “Now we match!” He pointed one hand at his urine-stained pants and the other at hers. “Shut up,” May replied, but she couldn’t suppress her smile. But that smile faded when she noticed the writing on the wall next to the stairs- writing that didn’t appear in the mirror’s reflection: THEY’RE IN THE MIRRORS! DON’T LOOK AT THEM! The last bit of urine she didn’t know was left in her suddenly found a new home in her panties. -------------------------------------------- Leroy was limping through the halls. Lily did her best to keep him moving, but he eventually had to stop. He clutched his stomach in pain. He nearly keeled over, and it was then that Lily heard a distinct crackling sound. She could tell then that Leroy had had an accident. “I’m sorry,” his voice was raspy from having the wind (among other things) knocked out of him. “Don’t be.” “It punched me, and then I thought, uh… Thought I was done for. It just kinda came out,” From her position at his side, she could see a growing bulge in the seat of his tight pants. “It got me good, too, now I can’t stop.” “I won’t tell a soul, promise!” Lily gave him a reassuring look. Then she blushed, and added, “You’re actually not alone,” She turned and lifted her skirt, giving him a view of her sagging diaper. The front was yellowed and drenched, and the back was brown and bulging. From the moment she heard the fighting begin, to the moment they ran away, she had been voiding her bowels on herself. When she actually faced the tall woman and attacked her, she knew was when she did the bulk of the soiling. In the few seconds it took for her to register that she wasn’t dead, she positively loaded the thing. Now her diaper was so wet and so full she was worried it was going to fall off of her. “Heh, guess I’m not. ‘Least your underwear was made to be crapped in, though,” He winced in pain, one arm gripping his stomach, the other his shoulder. For the first time, she noticed how badly his shoulder was hurt. “Come on, just a little farther, sweetie. Let’s find a room and see what we can do,” She guided him into a nearby room- once a bedroom. She led him to a soft-looking bed, “Lie down, Leroy,” she ordered, and he did so without complaint, even though she knew his mess made the effort more disgusting than it should have been. She removed his shirt and jacket, and cringed when she saw the massive purple bruise on his belly, and the deep gashes on his shoulder. She lifted the blanket on the bed, exposing the sheets. She struggled with them, attempting to rip them. When she succeeded, she wrapped the cloth around his shoulder, and bound it tightly. Blood quickly soaked into it, but it was the best they had. “How’s it look?” She thought on how best to answer him, “... Like you’ll have a cool scar.” “Awesome,” He sat up, scrunching his face when he felt his mess squishing underneath him. He threw his shirt and jacket back on, and stood. When he felt he could walk, they left the room. They returned to the foyer, making sure the tall woman was nowhere in sight. When they were certain it was safe, they advanced. Crossing by the stairs, the two of them caught sight of something and jumped backwards, Lily muffling a scream with her hands. Some familiar expletives caught her attention, and she saw that they’d bumped into Emile and May, who were equally startled. They had also both peed their pants. “Emile? May?” Lily said, utterly relieved. “Oh shit, you guys are alive!” May called out. The four of them came together with a brief hug. “Man, is it good to see you two,” Emile said. “Less great to smell you, what is that?” May added, kind of ruining the moment. The both of them looked at Lily, both clearly suspecting that she’d messed herself, when Leroy chimed in, “Don’t laugh, but that’s me.” “I don’t buy it,” Emile, narrowing his eyes at them. “No, for real,” He lifted his shirt, revealing the giant bruise, “that monster got me in the gut, made me shit myself.” Both their eyes widened, “You fought that thing?!” Emile asked in disbelief. “Good shit, man. Emmy wet his pants just from seeing it.” “At least I didn’t get scared by my own reflection.” “Guys,” Lily interjected, they stopped talking, “Leroy and I found an old note, and we have an idea how to get out of here.” “You do?” Emile asked, excited. “Yes sir,” Leroy picked up the explanation, “The thing that’s causing all of this apparently at the bottom of a well out back. We have to go find it and kill or break it.” “Sure.” “Okay.” They spoke almost in perfect unison, both readily accepting what Leroy said. “Well, uh, all right. Guess I should’ve known you guys wouldn’t ask any questions. Let’s go.” As they walked, Leroy lead the group, despite his injuries and relatively slow pace. Emile sidled up next to Lily, and spoke, “Don’t take this personally, but I refuse to believe you haven’t had an accident, too.” “Uhh, I went before we came in. Kinda for that exact reason.” He squinted at her, but seemed to accept the answer. The door to the backyard didn’t take too long to find. It opened out to a large patio with some old furniture strewn across it. The rain had subsided, but everything was still wet and dripping. The backyard was very large, and bore a few sheds, a pagoda, and a large well near the center. Lily could understand why the author of the note felt that the entity was in there; just looking at it filled her with dread. “The note we found mentioned that the tall woman knows if you get too close to the well, so stay away from it until we’re ready,” Leroy explained. “You got it,” Emile answered. “Sure, but slight problem,” May pointed to the well, “It’s boarded up.” Lily and Leroy turned to look at it, and sure enough, the top of the well was blocked off. Leroy groaned in mounting frustration, “Okay, so, we improvise! You two,” He pointed to May and Emile, “Hit up that shed, look for anything that might be able to break through. And rope, to climb down. Lily I will check out that shed.” She wasn’t eager to split up again, after they’d just reunited, but at least they wouldn’t be far apart. -------------------------------------------- May couldn’t get the image of the man with the bloody axe out of her head. She knew she didn’t imagine it. She knew it was trouble. As she and Emile slowly pulled open the door of the shed, she drew her taser, ready to stun anything inside. Much to her horror, one of the walls of the shed had also been fitted with a large mirror. “The fuck is up with the mirrors?” She inquired, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. “No idea, but check it out,” Emile walked passed her, and picked up something from an open box, “Rope! Halfway there already!” “Nice. See what else we got in here. A machete or, like… a gun would be cool.” The two of them set about looting the shed. Lots of useless tools filled the various boxes toolkits, things like screwdrivers and pliers. Nothing for breaking and smashing. May shoved a box over, and looked quizzically at the etching on the ground it had covered up. It looked like a circle with a symbol inside of it. Great, there’s the evil runes. There were more, resting underneath the various containers and detritus. She moved them, shoving them wherever they would fit so she could see what someone carved into the floor. Several of the runes had been tampered with, though. They were struck with something in order to damage them, or crossed out with additional carving. Words had been written atop the defaced runes: THEY BROUGHT THEM HERE, THROUGH THE MIRRORS DON’T LOOK As chilling as the message was, she was feeling quite vindicated. “Holy crap, May, look out!!” Emile shouted. May jumped to her feet in alarm. She had a feeling she knew where their attacker was coming from. Looking at the mirror, she saw that same man, with his same axe marching towards them. He dragged his weapon along the ground behind him. His face, still paralyzed in a grotesque smile, almost made her pass out. Her bowels immediately emptied, and with a loud burst of sound, she filled her panties. Wet mush erupted out of her, and created a bulge the size of an orange in her green shorts. She stumbled backwards, bumping into Emile. The two of them both fell down. May’s already wet and now messy backside landed squarely on Emile’s lap. The soft, semi-solid mass in her underwear spread across her rear, flattening out. She knew Emile had felt it, too. The man swung his axe while they both were trying to get away, and the blade landed between their legs, burying itself into the ground only inches away from Emile’s crotch. If he hadn’t already wet himself, she was sure he would’ve then. They tried to pry themselves off of each other, but their frantic and fearful movements just kept getting them stuck further in the mess of limbs and shed debris. The man pulled back, nearly freeing the axe from the ground. In a rare moment of brilliance, Emile brought his legs together, enclosing them around the axe. As the man pulled, Emile pulled back, not relinquishing the weapon. Taking the opportunity she’d been given, May shot forward with her taser. She had no idea if tasers even worked on evil spirits, but she had to try something. She drove the buzzing device into the smiling man’s neck. To her pleasant surprise, he stopped trying to retrieve his axe, and twitched as the electricity did its magic. After several seconds of tazing, the man seemed to dissolve into a sort of black mist. His axe disappeared as well. She supposed that was a victory, probably. She kept her head low, not daring to look into the mirror. The two of them grabbed the rope they would need, and slammed the doors of the shed behind them. Both of them were sweating and panting. “I… I definitely shat myself… ” May said between gasps for breath. “I know… I noticed… ” Emile said, confirming her earlier fear. May reached back and felt the severity of her accident. Her butt was separated from her panties by a layer of mess at least half an inch thick. Drooping down between her legs was a more substantial bulge. Her panties were blue, and she dreaded to think what color they had become. Looking over, she noticed Emile feeling his own bottom. He groaned after a second, clearly dissatisfied with his findings. “You, too?” “A guy almost cleaved my dick in half with an axe. Of course I crapped myself,” He picked up the rope, and half-walked, half-waddled forward, “Let’s go find the others and get this over with.” The back of his jeans bore a large brown stain. It looked like he unloaded quite a bit more than she did, and his mess hadn’t been flattened nearly as much. Consequently, he had a massive, rounded bulge on his butt that was tinged brown. The discoloration streaked a short ways down the backs of his legs, indicating his release was rather wet. Thus far, Emile had most certainly won the gold for accident size. Her own was considerable, but not enormous. She’d taken a look at Leroy’s earlier, and it definitely didn’t compare. She also waddled slightly, but nowhere near as much as Emile had to. -------------------------------------------- “Thanks for covering for me,” Lily said, as she and Leroy searched their shed. “Hm? Oh, about the smell thing? No worries. Technically wasn’t even lying.” “Still, it was nice.” “No it wasn’t. Totally selfish,” He said sarcastically, “I just wanna watch them freak out when they think you’re the only one who didn’t ruin their pants.” They both laughed. They searched in silence for a second more, when Lily asked “What do you think it is, in the well? Another monster?” “Dunno. Guess I’m with the note guy; the tall freak wouldn’t come to defend the well if whatever’s inside could defend itself.” “That’s fair.” She rooted through a container, finding nothing of use. “Leroy, I just… Thanks. If we do manage to get out of this, it’ll be because of you.” “Says the woman who glassed the monster right before it could kill me.” “And who pooped herself doing it!” She laughed, and Leroy chuckled. Her face darkened a little when she continued onto the next thing she needed to say, “And I just wanted to say… If we… If we don’t make it-” “Which we will.” “But if anything goes wrong, I just wanted to say that I love you.” “... I love you, too,” He stopped searching for a second to face her, “And I’ll be saying that to you again, in like, an hour; after we’ve escaped this place.” He returned to searching, and her eyes drifted down to his butt. On any other day, it was a fine butt to look at, but today… Today there was a particular lump there that she didn’t care to observe. She didn’t blame or judge him one bit, though. How could she? She was not only wearing a diaper, but had used it so heavily that she had to frequently pull it back to keep it from falling off of her. Each time she did so, the cold, wet fabric pressed against her womanhood, and her mess once again squished against her rear. It would take a hundred showers before she felt clean again. “Jackpot!” Leroy shouted, as he hefted up a sledgehammer. “That could do the trick.” -------------------------------------------- The four of them had reconvened a short distance from the well. In total, they’d found the rope and sledgehammer they needed, and had scrounged up a small hatchet pocket knife. In addition to May’s taser, that meant one weapon for everyone. Leroy and Lily had also been polite and not commented on May and Emile’s waddling gaits, or the foul smell that followed them. The plan was simple enough, but one mistake could cost all of their lives. All they had to do was smash apart the boards on top of the well, tie the rope to the post above it, and rappel down. At the bottom, well, they would improvise, as Leroy put it. Anything could have been down there waiting for them. Maybe it only wanted them to think it was vulnerable. Maybe it was just… a well. Nothing but water at the bottom. Everyone prepared themselves, readied their weapons, and said their prayers. “Ready, Emmy?” Leroy asked. Emile picked up the long length of rope and nodded. Lily and May took up spots on either side of the well, keeping a lookout for the tall woman. “Go!” In a flash of movement, the boys sprinted forward. Leroy hefted the hammer over his head, and brought it down with all his might upon the boards covering up the well. The head of the hammer smashed clean through them, creating a hammer-sized hole. As quickly as he could, he lifted it, and smashed once again. Striving to avoid Leroy’s swings, Emile set about tying the rope to the post above the well. He knotted, he double-knotted, he triple-knotted. The knot wouldn’t break on his watch. Lily and May were on alert, watching. They both saw the shadow moving passed the windows, the frightening figure of the tall woman. She knew they were attacking the well. She would be there in mere seconds. May’s paranoia of the mirror in the shed endured she kept an eye on it, too. Emile put as much stress on the rope as he could, and neither it nor the post gave way. Their ride down the well was ready. Just in time, too, as Leroy destroyed the final board covering the well, causing its many splintered fragments to descend into the dark pit. “Everyone in!!” He screamed. Emile went first, hatchet on his belt, ready to be drawn in case something was waiting for him below. The girls ran for the well. Lily grabbed the rope, the makeshift gloves they’d made for everyone protecting them from rope burn. Once she’d gone, May turned to see Leroy standing guard, sledgehammer ready. “See you at the bottom, Lee,” She jumped in, grabbing the rope. The door to the backyard flew off its hinges. The tall woman, who normally moved at a steady stride, now charged at him as fast as it could. It would kill him if he tried to fight it. Once he had waited long enough for May to finish her descent, he turned and began his. Falling down a dark hole into the unknown brought him considerably less fear than being alone with the tall woman. He slid down the rope for some time, far more than he expected. When he finally reached the bottom, he and the others all stood stunned for a moment. At the base of the well was a spacious cavern. Mirrors were embedded in the wall every few feet. At the center of the cavern was a disfigured tree-like growth. Roots branched like veins into the earth above and below it. At the center of the growth, an eerie blue light emanated. There was a crash behind them, and the tall woman landed in the cavern. It hadn’t taken the rope, simply jumped. Once again, the thing’s frightening inhuman nature shook Leroy to his core. Wetness flooded his groin, racing down his legs. He lifted the hammer, preparing to fight, even as piss stung his thighs. May primed her taser, hoping it would work as well on her as it did on the smiling man. The tall woman rushed towards them. Leroy felt his stream of urine grow stronger. It targeted him, and pounced. He had learned to swallow his fear and dodge early after the last attack, and managed to roll out of the way without getting hit. The irregular movement diverted his stream, causing the stain soak the upper areas of his pants more than it should have. It also flung droplets everywhere. His hammer was heavy, and he couldn’t swing it at her before she could swing at him. He backstepped, dodging another feral swipe. He lifted the hammer over his head, brought it down. She grabbed it mid-swing, stopping all his momentum as if it were nothing. He stared in disbelief, and May took the opportunity to rush the tall woman, and tazed her in the back. Meanwhile, Emile and Lily set to work using their hatchet and knife to cut open the strange growth. From one of the mirrors on the wall, Emile saw the smiling man emerge. “Oh come on, fuck off already!” He shouted. Lily screamed when she saw him, having no idea who or what he was. “Lily! Trade!” He plucked the knife from her hands, and gave her the hatchet, “Keep cutting this thing, I’ll keep him busy!” She didn’t have time to object before he ran off to engage the smiling man. The man swung the axe horizontally with unexpected speed, nearly taking Emile’s head off. Unlike the tall woman, he never seemed to move very quickly. Emile danced around him, keeping just out of range of the axe. That is, until the smiling man swung, Emile dodged, and then the man used the new position of his axe to drive the handle into Emile’s face. He yelled in pain and took several dazed, wobbly steps back. May was dismayed to learn that the tall woman was worlds more durable than the smiling man. In only a couple of seconds, she overcame the taser’s shock. She turned quickly, and lashed out, striking May in the side of the head. The attack sent her flying, and she slammed into the cavern’s wall. She found that she did not have the strength to stand back up. At long last, Leroy was able to land a blow with his hammer. The weapon impacted the tall woman in the back, making a sound as though it had hit concrete. She was knocked forward only slightly, and turned to retaliate against him. He could hardly believe it. An attack with every last ounce of his strength didn’t even scratch her. He was completely powerless against her. He had one last idea. He swung the hammer, and she once again grabbed it. When her hand was occupied, he released the hammer, and bent low to scoop up some of the loose gravel along the floor. Remembering how much pain she suffered when Lily hit her in the eyes, he threw the handful of rocks into her face. As he hoped, some of them struck her eyes. Like before, it recoiled in shock and agony. He used the time as an opportunity to make sure May was all right. Lily had continued to use Emile’s hatchet, and had carved away much of the wood. She found something strange inside. At the center of the growth was something like an orb. A perfectly spherical mirror, she realized. She hacked more of the wood away, revealing more of what she hoped was their ultimate target. Emile was losing ground quickly to the smiling man. He dared to steal a look at Lily’s progress, and saw the strange orb. It gave him an idea. May couldn’t move, and Leroy was out of weapons. The tall woman approached him, claws bared. All he could do at this point was give her enough trouble killing him to buy the others enough time. Lily had exposed much of the orb when Emile shoved her out of the way. She didn’t know what he was doing, but he leaned against the growth and the orb, blocking them with his body. The smiling man prepared the killing swing, only for Emile to jump forward and dive under the man’s legs at the last second. The smiling man’s axe shattered the mirrored ball. The tall woman froze suddenly, then began writhing in pain. The root tendrils receded, began to die. The mirrors all cracked, then shattered. The tall woman collapsed, spasming as though she was suffering a seizure. The roots died and died, until the growth was nearly gone. The smiling man’s smile melted away, replaced by a look of horror. When the last of the unholy tree had perished, a blinding light engulfed all of them. -------------------------------------------- They came to in the woods, just a short distance from the house. Morning light was shining through the trees. “Did… Did we do it?” May asked. “I think we made it!” Emile could hardly contain his joy. “Let’s not celebrate just yet,” Leroy cautioned. He took several steps toward the house. The others followed. Emile and May laughed with sheer joy when they all saw people entering and leaving the house, packing up all the decorations and set pieces. “We fuckin’ did it!” Emile cheered. “And we still need clean pants… ” May observed, killing Emile’s happiness a bit. “Oh, by the way, Lily… ” Leroy began, walking towards her. “What is it?” He scooped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, “Love you, and I told you so,” he said. “Anyway, can we please get out of here; y’know, before some sees or smells us?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Lily agreed. “Dibs on the first shower,” May proclaimed. The argument that ensued was not a pretty one.
  23. Earlier in the year I posted a true story of my first public wetting, having decided the somewhat-local mall would be my stage. Now, simply peeing yourself is pretty awesome. but what always put me over the edge was pushing my bladder to its limit, and the thought of losing control in a precarious situation and going from willing participant to helpless victim of your own biology. I intended to do exactly that...maybe put myself in a predicament that could end up in me fighting against losing all my fluids in front of other people. Unfortunately (for this hobby, at least) I have a pretty big bladder that often takes a long time to fill to the brim. Long story short, the mall closed before my bladder reached capacity, and I ended up having to settle with just peeing myself intentionally in the parking lot instead of accidentally. Still fun, of course, but not what I had in mind. I vowed that the next time, I'd fill up earlier, time things properly, and do this thing the right way. This evening ended up being my chance. And by the way, if you're into descriptions, I'm a straight cis-male of above average height, with dark blonde hair and a slim build (I was a decent runner in high school). I started off by taking my final preliminary pee at 5:30pm and chugging a bottle of water along with some tea to get things moving. Once I felt myself reach about a 3 (you can tell it's there, but no feeling of urgency) at 6:45pm, I started making the drive to the mall, and worked on a second bottle of water on my way in. The ride wasn't really a problem. I didn't want to put myself in a situation where I'd be a distracted driver because of my bladder. I reached the mall around 7:15, having found a suitable place to park that was both slightly obscured but close enough to the access road and the mall entrance to make it a risky endeavor. By this time I felt like I was maybe a 5 or a 6 on the scale (where it was starting to get uncomfortable). Once inside, I decided to make a few laps around the mall while waiting for my kidneys to do their thing. Maybe check out a few stores and put some early Christmas lists together. I reminded myself that the rule of the game was that I was not allowed to leave the building before the first uncontrollable spurt. I noticed my first little warning pangs around 7:30pm where each stride was putting strain on my bladder. I probably considered myself a 7 at this point. Around 7:45pm, while inside one of the big clothing retailers, I could feel a little damp patch forming on the front of my boxers. I was sure I wasn't losing control already, but I slipped into a changing room to investigate the situation anyway. I discovered it wasn't pee coming out of me but a generous amount of precum. Turns out doing a public hold can get you kind of worked up! I took a few moments to edge myself a little bit when the overhead speaker crackled to life to announce that the mall was closing a full half-hour before the time listed on the website. No fair! Pushing myself past the brink in time was already going to be tight for my 9:00 deadline, but there was no way it'd happen before 8:30. It looked like I'd fail my mission again thanks to my stubborn bladder. Suddenly, I remembered reading in some other thread about a way to trick your body into feeling more desperate by sitting on a toilet but not going. I just had to give that a shot. Desperate times and all that. While I could feel my tiring sphincters being teased while I was seated, it wasn't going to be quite enough to put me over. I had to come up with a contingency plan. I decided to check out some of the nearby box stores that would be staying open later, and scouted out the parking/lighting/exit situation to see if they were a viable wetting alternative, but reasoned they would probably be a bit too bright and populated for my liking (this time). By the time my scouting run was almost over, I was sitting at a solid 8 on the scale, and I had to undo my belt to release some of the pressure on my strained bladder. At 8:45 I returned to my secluded-but-vulnerable parking spot at the mall, as employees were starting to filter out. I decided the next best thing to an uncontrolled wetting while trying to leave the mall was an uncontrolled wetting in the parking lot while there was a fair amount of activity about me. I spent a few minutes browsing social media posts on my phone while my bladder reached what I would consider to be a 9 (a lot of fidgeting and holding!). Finally, at 8:57 I hit my breaking point. I gingerly exited my car, the simple act of standing up pushing me to a 10. I stood beside my car on the mall entrance side, bouncing from one foot to the other, knowing that my battle would soon be over. At 9:00pm sharp, the dam broke. A sudden spasm sent the first jet of warm pee into my pants. I knew the damage wasn't bad yet at that point and that sometimes I can still hold on, but soon after the second and third spasms followed, soaking my upper leg. One more vain attempt to keep everything left inside failed, and it became an unstoppable cascade exiting my body. My urine rushed mostly down my left leg, drenching the bottom half of my pants along with my already damp thigh. I could feel it soaking into my sock and pooling in my now-squishy "designated wetting" shoes. At the same time a separate stream of urine diverted down the back of my pant leg toward the ground, carving out two distinct, snaking trails of pee on the pavement below, that would soon meet up and form an actual puddle. A few minutes pass and I make sure the remaining contents of my bladder are now safely stored in my soggy pants & shoes or on the ground. I took a moment to stand next to my car, my little pond beneath me in view of anyone that would've happened to be near. The overhead lighting was fairly dim, but any illuminated headlights aiming in my direction would have been quite compromising. My heart was racing and at this point I'm throbbing. Once the parking lot was mostly empty and the coast was clear I climbed in the back seat of the car, sitting on a strategically placed trashbag/towel cover for the car seat. The lower ambient light and my tinted windows afforded me a comfortable level of privacy, where I rubbed myself to orgasm and came under my clothes, adding some sticky warmth to my rapidly-cooling pants. I decided against changing into my spare, dry clothes, and enjoyed feeling the results of the night clinging to my skin. I'm about to jump in the shower, but I wanted to type this out first while everything was still fresh in my mind. Hope you enjoyed!