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  1. Sapphire3619

    malefemale The Haunted House

    Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!” “Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat. “You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size. “I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!” The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind. “Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.” “And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.” “You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat. “Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.” “It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state. Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties. Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along. The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment. In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar. It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit. Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls. The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table. He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically. “You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.” She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.” Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support. He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday. “Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.” Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.” He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point. “People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous. “A few,” the worker answered, face neutral. Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.” They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan. “No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled. Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure. The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound. Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from. As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them. Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him. They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor. “Go back!” Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor. “Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!” A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room. Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency. The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out. Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched. The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally. Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer. The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN! They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over. He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all. Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly. Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out. In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans. He was wetting his pants. Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs. It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now. Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience. The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends. Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared. Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long. His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done. He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity. “There you are!” Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house. “What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!” Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet. Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?” Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth. “I can’t.” Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“ She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame. “Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound. “What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!” Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching. “Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up. There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact. “Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly. Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?” Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.” Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.” Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent. “That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.” Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less. The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla. Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer. “White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.” Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.” Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night. Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.” Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument. She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.” Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party. He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling. “Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.” Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz. “Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile. Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all.
  2. Alex62

    Ry’s long drive

    Ry was having the best day ever but he also had horrible luck. So when he saw the traffic up ahead he wasn't shocked at all and of course he had to pee. He wasn’t to worried after all he was sure he could hold it. His mom, the driver, said “looks like we will be here a while”. It turns out the traffic was worse then they thought. Out of the 20 minutes he was stuck they barley moved at all and his need to pee got worse and worse. Ry found that somehow his hand found its way to his dick and he was now holding himself. With his luck of course his mom saw this and said “honey do you have to pee”? Embarrassed he replied “I do, but I can make it” but he wasn’t so sure if he could. Hearing this his mom turned away to focus back on the traffic but kept an eye on him. She noticed he took his hand away and crossed his legs. Seeing this worried her because Ry never sat like that unless he really had to pee. With his legs now crossed Ry was trying so hard not to pee himself. He couldn’t pee himself on his best day ever and epically in his moms car at 19. He felt pee leak out into his briefs. When this happened he uncrossed his legs and started to hold himself again He was wearing blue gym shorts so he knew if he had an accident his mom would for sure see. “Mom I know I said I could hold it but now I’m not so sure”. She took a look over at him and saw that he was not kidding, his legs where tightly pursued together and he was holding himself. She knew he was not going to make it but said “honey just try to hold it the traffic is moving now”. After another 5 minutes he felt another leak. He looked down at his shorts and saw a small wet spot in his dick area. “Mom I just peed a little”. Hearing this his mom knew it was only a matter of time “if you have to pee that bad just pee, I can clean the car and it’s bad to hold that much in”. Ry couldn’t believe what he was hearing; he couldn’t just go, could he? She said it was okay. He decided to hold on for a bit longer. He crossed his legs which worked for a while but a wave of desperation hit him causing him to bend over and moan in pain. Seeing this his mom said “honey please just go it’s just me in here and I’m okay with it”. Hearing this his bladder released, he felt the hot piss against his legs and heard it drip onto the floor of the car. It felt so good that all he could do was close his eyes. His mom watched as her 19 year old son wet himself in her car and next to her. Once he was done he looked down at his shorts and saw his once blue shorts were much darker in one area and he began to cry. His mom put a hand around her son “it’s okay honey it happens and I told you it was okay”. “It’s not okay it shouldn’t happen to kids my age!” He replied. “Your still a teen this stuff happens and besides you did this at 16 and got though that”. “That was at 16 I was still at an age it could happen!” He sobbed. His mom said “it was okay” again and kissed him on the cheek and went back to driving as traffic had Vega in to move again.
  3. qwertasdf

    malefemale wetting myself

    20191030_084304.mp4
  4. just a little drawing exercise, don't know if I'll post more
  5. peedespes02

    malefemale Male Close Long Fast Pee

    I had to go really bad at work drinking lots of water and I had cold tea too at work. I did too have some water and hot tea before work. I did pee before work but drinking all this water and cold tea makes really have to pee. I dont always get a change to pee at work and I get super busy. I felt I had to pee bad but I never know how bad I have to pee. Drinking all this tea and water hit me all at once and hit me hard. VID_20191027_173025359.mp4
  6. I had to pee really bad after drinking lots of water and cold tea when I came home. I held it for a little bit and started to need to pee bad. Drinking all this water and tea hit me hard and n VID_20191027_203252560.mp4 eeded to pee. I like the feeling of holding and need to pee bad. Then take a long pee and let it go.
  7. KayLeigh

    The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  8. I had VID_20191027_211919477.mp4 to go again after going at after taking that long pee. I had to go after just going. I drank a lot of water on the day.
  9. sleeping_cat01

    malefemale After the Party

    I open my eyes, but things don't make sense. I could have sworn I spent the night in a very horizontal position, and now I am upright, albeit on my knees... and I didn't fall asleep in this room. I'm pretty sure it was the living room. I mean, what happened? One moment I'm at my best friend's place drinking and we're all singing and laughing and having fun, and now I'm in a.. bedroom? This isn't her bedroom, is it? Also, why are my hands tied? Why are my hands tied to the end of a bed? Okay, seriously, try to remember... Evening, friends, party... No, that's not it. Err.. yes, that's right! They must have left late at night and.. I must have passed out. That's got to be it, right? But if I went out like a candle, and everyone had already left, only she could have.. except she couldn't have. That's not her. She doesn't pull pranks like this on her friends. I've known that from the moment I first met her at school about three years ago. I still don't know why I started talking to her. She is strong, determined, bitchy, whatever you call that. People had differing opinions. I'd describe her as a word-vomiter. Take talkative, multiply that by one thousand, and you're not even close. Still, it was fine by me. I've always preferred listening, anyway. We found common interests: anime, music, I don't know. I guess I might have had a crush on her, potentially. Not like I'd ever admit anything like that, of course. We'd hang out after school, and one day when I was about to go home, she just had to ask if I liked her like.. like that.. y'know... So I said yes, and she said I wasn't her type. Cool. We'd still hang out after school occasionally but not that much. Then nothing. Still nothing. Radio silence. Then she kind of just out of the blue told me to come to her place. You know, that's how these things happen. It doesn't make much sense, and it doesn't have to. Reminiscing about the good ol' times last night was nice, though. She really is a- "Sleep well?" good friend. There she is standing in some jeans and a plain t-shirt, looking very confident. You know, wide stance and all, tall and proud. "Still sleepy, huh? Well, it's not a surprise, taken that you didn't wake up even when I tied you up. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist when I saw you sprawled on the floor like that. I guess you really didn't hold back on the drinking last night." That might be the case but I won't say it. Not that I like being tied up or anything, but it's not quite that bad. What is quite bad, though, is that sleeping like a log means not going to the toilet. I could use one right now. At least I am wearing comfortable sweatpants which don't add to the pressure. I should really stop thinking about it. "Like, I mean, seriously, I thought you hated even the notion of drinking alcoholic stuff, but no. You really seemed to enjoy yourself last night." She's not wrong, but not wholly right either. I don't like getting drunk. The stuff just tasted so damn good. I don't know how but it really did. It's not like it was a lot of alcohol, really. A couple beers' worth, maybe. But then again, I passed out. Maybe I was just tired. Speaking of tired, I could really use a quick break right now. "What's the matter? You look tense." I can't look at her. Maybe if I turn my head, she'll understand that I want to be somewhere else right now. "Aww. Don't look away. It's okay. It's not like I would torture you or anything." It's trying to come out. My legs are twitching, and I can't stop it. I have to keep moving to hold it. Hold up. Now she's grinning ear to ear. Don't tell me... "What's up with all the shifting, sweetie? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need something? Are you holding back something?" I thought she wasn't into this stuff. She'd always tell me and her other friends to just tell her if we need to take a break because she didn't want to worry about whether we make it or not. "If you need something, just tell me, okay?" She's crouched a couple feet in front of me, resting her chin on her palms, her elbows on her knees. I keep looking away. She keeps staring at me attentively. "You know, all that stuff you drank last night has to be let out at some point. You can't just keep holding it in forever." I need to go so bad, but I can't tell her I'm about to burst. I just can't say it. I just can't. "It's impressive, though. If I hadn't gone right after waking up, I would have had an accident already. Still, you need to tell me before it's too late." It's trying to force itself out. The wave is coming, I can feel it already. I'm fighting with all I've got, but it won't last long. Her eyes keep jumping back and forth between my face and my crotch. With her watching, there's no way in hell I'll give up. Frankly, I don't have to give up. The writing is on the wall. The wave rushes over me, and a strained gasp escapes my mouth. A spurt slips past my defences. It's hot and wet, and it's very embarrassing to have it happen in front of her. I'm trembling, whimpering. It's too hard on me, too difficult to keep my act together. A tear rolls down my cheek. "That's quite a wet spot. Don't you think it's time to get up and go?" I can't hold it any longer. I just can't. It's too late. Another wave hits. I stifle a wail, but can't hold the jet of hot liquid now running down my pants. I just can't. The river begins to flow, soaking my black sweatpants on its way to the spreading puddle on the floor. There is some splattering, a faint hiss, and a lot of short breaths and stifled moans of relief. I'm going lights-out, I can feel it. My vision is fading. The stream slows down, and ends with two little dribbles. The feeling of relief fades, giving way to shame and humiliation. I just lost control in front of my best friend. I had an accident. I break down, crying. "Aww. It's okay. We'll just clean up this ocean you released, and do some laundry. It's no big deal." She's right. It really isn't a big deal, but the feelings are just too strong. I can't stop crying. "I'll just untie these knots, and you can go take a shower, okay? I'll bring you some fresh clothes, so cheer up, okay?" Complicated thing, these emotions, don't you think? Are we just friends or is this something more? I can't stop thinking about it in the shower. Who are we, going forward? The clothes she brought, they're something she would wear. Me? Well, I'm not, like, against denim shorts and crop tops or anything, but that's a story for another time.
  10. Since I'm tired while typing this ima try to make this short and sweet, sorry for being gone for a while! I've been with my girlfriend alot recently and dont have lots of time to be on here so anyways here's a quick story of my first time swimsuit wetting. Enjoy ^^ I belive I was 16 when I first tried it and I was sitting at the beach when nobody other than my family was there, so my mom, and brother (at the time) we were sitting there and I had to piss.. badly and I didnt want to go in the water, (this also was when I lived in Canada) and I didn't want to go piss in the Atlantic ocean so I decided.. why not in my shorts. My shorts were white, dark blue and orange and yellow surfboards on it, and I decided, why the hell not.. and I just let go and it started to fill the net of my shorts.. and really nothing happened other then a little leakage and a few trickles, it was warm I'll say that. But it wasn't that interesting, and I was like "hmm.. well that wasn't as good as I thought it would be" I mumbled and then built up the strength and ran into the ocean and back out! And thats it!
  11. A few months ago, we welcomed a new furry into our ranks. And it was glorious So I’m starting this series lol So this takes place in Arizona Fur Con in Scottsdale, fyi. I’ve never been to Arizona, but I’ve been to Texas, and it’s frigging hot there, dude. “Okay, fine,” James said to his comments section, even though he knew none of the commenters could hear him. “I guess I’m a furry or something.” Then after further research, he realized there was going to be a furry convention in Arizona very soon! Well wasn’t that just great. However, James still felt a bit unsure about this whole thing, so he decided he would just wear a fur suit and never take it off or tell anyone who he was so no one would recognize him. That would just be a whole other mess to deal with. After some online surfing, James decided he would get himself a fox suit, because foxes are awesome. And with that, he ordered the suit and then proudly wore it to this Arizona furry convention thing. --- Well, it was definitely weird being at a convention without being recognized, but James tried to make himself comfortable at Arizona Fur Con. The best way to do this was by indulging in all of their food, because food is the universal symbol of comfort. He got himself a drink (non-alcoholic mind you) to wash it down, but realized it was extremely tasty and got a few more. Before he knew it, James started to feel full from how many refills he had. But seriously, it was delicious. As much as he was surprisingly enjoying this whole ordeal, James soon started to feel a bit overheated from the crowded atmosphere and from his over-insulated fur suit. And if he felt hot, he didn’t want to know how non-Arizonians must feel all the time at these cons. James decided the best course of action would be to go outside for a while and relax in the cool winter air. This relaxation lasted approximately thirty seconds before James felt his bladder nudging at him, particularly hard in fact. He groaned and crossed his legs, hoping to stay outside for a while longer. Why did all those drinks have to go right through him? He shifted his weight a bit, but a sudden cold breeze made his need worse and he had to bounce at the knees to calm his filling bladder. This was no use; he’d have to go and pee first and then come back outside later. Once back in the building, James’ bladder calmed down considerably and he was able to relax his body again. Which ended up being a good thing, because the bathroom line turned out to be horrendously long. James was not in the mood to wait in the interminable line, so he decided as long as he wasn’t so desperate anymore he could go do more things until the wait became shorter. --- James knew getting more drinks was a terrible idea at this point, so he decided to check out a few of the panels. It was here that he got to learn a lot more about furry history, and realized that maybe furries weren’t so weird after all. Maybe he could get used to the idea that he most likely was one. He then looked around at some of the art, and at one point noticed that someone had made fan-art of his characters from the fable videos. Of course, he couldn’t say anything without blowing his cover, so he just admired it from afar. If only that artist knew. Staying still had brought James’ attention back to his bladder, and he realized that it was eminently full and he would have to pee very soon. He crossed his legs as casually as possible and took a deep breath to calm the urge, but it wasn’t working anymore. The bathroom line was still as long as it had been since this whole mess started, but James didn’t have much longer at all before his desperation would become dangerously urgent, so he decided if the line wasn’t going to get any shorter, he might as well join it now. Shuffling behind the last person in line, James crossed his legs again and tapped his foot, trying to keep from panicking too hard. You can make it, and even if you don’t, no one will recognize you anyway so it’s not a big deal. Nevertheless, his stubborn bladder refused to listen and James ended up silently begging the line to move faster. It wasn’t moving fast, but it was progressing, which raised his hopes until they were slightly dashed by a massive wave of urgency, and he moaned under his breath and tapped his foot faster to hold back the flood. The urge subsided after a while, but it left James more desperate than he had been in a long time. In fact, the last time things were this bad was when he was still wetting the bed and he happened to wake up one night right before it happened. Yup, there was no holding that in. Of course, James had grown up since then, and his muscles were now strong enough to last a bit longer, but he was seriously running out of time. Not only that, but he was overheating again due to sweating in his fur suit. Thankfully, there were only a few people ahead of him now, and that motivated him to keep holding on. By the time he was next in line, James felt like he was about to burst, and took advantage of being pretty much in a corner to grab his crotch without anyone noticing. However, his was still noticeably pee dancing, stomping his feet and shaking his hips, and breathing in ragged gasps. His entire lower body felt like it was on fire, and his pee had already started traveling down his shaft. He was also starting to feel fuzzy from how hot it was, but he knew he had to wait to take his fur suit off too. He tried to limit his movements to keep from sweating too much, but then he felt another colossal urge and had to double over and shake his hips harder to fight it off. After what seemed like hours, the door finally opened, and James bolted inside, quickly locking the door and gripping his cock again as a small spurt escaped. He noticed there was only one toilet in this entire building, which explained why the line had stayed so long this whole time, but James had absolutely no time to be mad about this. He quickly stumbled to the toilet, ripping off his fox head to reach the zipper underneath, and because he was honestly going to pass out from how sultry it was in there and how much he was sweating from desperation. He kept his legs tightly crossed to keep the dam from bursting and got to work zipping down the rest of his suit, except the zipper wouldn’t budge. Seriously!? This was the absolute worst time possible for that damn zipper to be so stubborn. Another leak escaped and James brought his hands back to his crotch and performed every pee dance he could think of to stop the rest from coming out. He gasped and leaned against the wall to support himself, panic-stricken and in extreme discomfort both from having to pee so badly and from how hot and sweaty he was in the suit that he had now found himself trapped in. He kept trying in vain to get the zipper down, but it had to be stuck or something, and grabbed his dick again due to another leak, only to not be able to stop it no matter what he did. James had never felt so helpless in his entire life. Finally, the leak turned into a thick stream as he wet himself completely. He slid down to the ground in frustration only to realize that it actually felt really good. The immense relief sent euphoria through his brain and James started to feel considerably cooler except for the comfortably warm piss against his crotch and his legs. He let out a series of pleasant moans and relaxed his body completely until he finally finished pissing that stupid fox suit. Then he realized he would have to go back out in front of a bunch of people like this. Good thing no one would recognize him, but James still blushed profusely from the embarrassment that was to come. One thing was for sure, this was not going to be a video. ...And yeah I am hoping to do Jaiden Animations (and more Animation Squad dudes lol) at some point, but feel free to request anyone you want me to write about. And then there are all those other really old requests I still have to do... *sigh* See you soon!
  12. FlowerMouse

    Roadtrip in Space

    This was written in 2 hours late at night (it's past midnight when I'm writing this) so don't judge me ;-; Also the formatting is weird because I copy-pasted it bc typing things in a forum box is nasty Ethan chugged the last drop of soda, as he threw the plastic bottle behind him, hitting the three other bottled he had already drank. He was aboard his friend's space ship, traveling at near-light speed, and was really, really bored. "Want the last of my chips?" May asked, who was sitting next to him, equally bored. Ethan shook his head, looking wistfully into the starry sky, dashing behind him. "No? Well, sucks for you then, 'cause these are really good chips," she quipped. She dug her blue hands into the bag, scraping out the dregs. The small, crushed bits popped into her aquamarine mouth gracefully. She moved her bubblegum pink hair out of the bag. It was only when she tossed the plastic into a compartment behind her that she noticed her friend's mood. "Space is like a bag of potato chips," she explained, "Once you've eaten one, you've eaten them all." Ethan turned around to make a confused face at the alien. She barked in laugher, then tried to explain her advice. After a few minutes of puzzling back and forth comments, they got nowhere, and moved on. "I wasn't even thinking about space. I was thinking about how small of a chance that I got to be friends with an alien. You had to land in Kentucky, be in my city, and be zoned in my school for us to meet. Do you realize how small of a chance that was?" "Nope. My single-celled brain cannot comprehend such numbers. However, I'm sure the computer can!" She barked a few orders at the computer. "Fifty percent." "Are you sure?" Ethan asked. "Yep." He continued, "Well, that just made my whole rant useless." The two laughed, as Ethan grabbed a water bottle. He took a swig, then sat it down at his feet. After a moment, he crossed his legs. "Hey, uh, I suppose you don't have a bathroom in here, with your ship being one room and all that," Ethan commented. May's eyes shot open. "Oh, yeah," she muttered guiltily, "I forgot about your waste products..." With a hint of irritation in his voice, he remarked, "How long have you been living among humans?" "Erm... Two years?" Ethan sighed, discontented, as he stared into space. He asked, "How long until we get there?" "Let's see... Three hours!" He made a confident noise, which could be described as a 'pssshh'. "I can hold it," he stated, feeling optimistic. However, after half an hour, he was wiggling in his seat. Worrisome signals danced up his spine. He crossed and uncrossed his legs. "Okay, fine. I have to pee," he admitted, embarrased. "Called it!" she quipped. Ethan's light skin turned a moderate pink. May jeered, "Aww, look! You're blushing! I wish I could do that." His skin took on a bright red. He resisted grabbing himself, but a sudden surge made his hands panic. His hands tried not to apply pressure to his swollen bladder, but sitting down, it was difficult not to. A small whine escaped his lips, making his face even redder. She was overtaken by how weirdly adorable he was in this state. However, she recognized that he wasn't going to admit defeat, even at his his limit; which meant disaster for her seats! She grouped around the small space behind her seat. "Here's a bottle," she offered. She shoved the soda bottle to his chest, along with the cap. "Thanks," he mumbled. He shuffled in his seat, pointing his back towards her. His hands grabbed his zipper, when he felt a prickling sensation on his neck. He exclaimed, "Well, don't look at me!" "Oh, yeah! Whoops." She turned around in her seat, drumming her fingers on the chair rest. She couldn't help but stare at his reflection on the window. Ethan was primed and ready to relieve himself; all he needed to do was relax. Relax. Easier said than done. With his friend by his side, he felt oddly exposed. His bladder begged for release, but his human brain sat, apathetic to the organ's needs. The social part of his brain recognised that there was potential for him to be made fun of. His bladder would scream for it to be over, but his brain would not have it. He muttered a curse under his breath. "This is going to sound weird, but," he admitted, "I can't do it." She scooted to face him. "Why not?" she asked, innocently curious. She hoped no malice was in her voice; she didn't want to make him feel bad. Guiltily scratching behind his head, he murmured, "I think it's because your presence, um... Makes me nervous? I don't know it's weird." "I'm your friend! You can trust me." "I know that. It's just..." His face grew embarrased, shameful. He bounced in his seat, as he crossed his legs. His bladder was getting dangerously uncomfortable. "Do you feel romantic attraction?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, um..." he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I think you get the hint," he murmurred, adding a small laugh at the end. She cocked her head, stating, "What hint?" Ethan sighed, grabbing at his crotch again. He double-crossed his legs, and carefully slipped his hands out. "What I'm trying to say is that you'd be a great girlfriend." "And you'd be a pretty good boyfriend, too!" she stated sweetly. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened. "Wait, you'd want to go on dates and stuff?" he asked, dumbfounded. Smiling wide, she exclaimed, "Yeah, that'd be great!" "It was that easy?!" he shouted, punching himself in the gut (mentally) for holding his feelings back for a year. Suddenly, a gargantuan shockwave slithered down his spine. He felt his bladder's muscles give way. Pressure that had been building up was now being released like a shaken soda bottle. Stating a slew of curses out loud, he pulled down his pants, and stuck his genitalia inside the bottle. The ship filled with the noise of hot urine blasting the inside of the bottle. He let out his breath in small, satisfied pants, as pressure decreased. May quickly looked away, but before she knew it, her gaze was drawn in. Pleasure traveled through his body, as the bottle quickly began filling up. Before he could fully enjoy his catharsis, however, urine quickly filled to the top. Panicking, he removed his genitalia from the bottle, and screwed on the cap. However, his muscles were too exausted to stop the flow that seemed to continue forever. Piss spilled onto his thighs. He said even more curse words, at a louder volume. May aquired another bottle, but by the time she grabbed it, the damage had already been done. A large, visible stain adorned his pants. Holding up the pee bottle triumphantly, with an embarrased grin, he stated, "Mission almost accomplished." The two's laugher echoed in the small spaceship. He sent the pee bottle into outer space, as May searched her storage boxes for clothes. She was overjoyed when she found some pants. She was extra pleased, as he allowed her to watch him take off his clothes. After hours of some chatting and boredom, they reached their destination; May's home planet. "I needed to visit my parents anyway," she remarked. They traveled through the planet's thick atmosphere, bashing into clouds. She zeroed in onto a continent. He watched the spectacle of going from seeing a whole planet to seeing little dots of buildings scattering the landscape. However, the closer they got to the surface, the more off it seemed. Fire spread in the distance, while the land looked rugged. May's face was plastered in a mix of horror and shock. Finally, as they landed on the surface, they realized the situation. Destroyed houses covered the land. "This was my mother's house," she whimpered, pointing to a structure. The only thing left was steel wires poking out of the ground, with concrete rubble scattered around the perimeter. "Well, this can't be good," Ethan muttered.
  13. Wet my dark levis jeans. View File Since I had dribbled in my jeans, I decided to fully piss them. Since, I have enjoyed lots of good content, I wanted to contribute a video of my own. Submitter shywewe Submitted 10/23/2019 Category Male videos Clothing Jeans  
  14. Hello, good evening (here where I live is at night) today I come to bring you something that happened to me a long time ago. I've been playing games online for a while and a while ago in the game league of legends I came across a guy who had been playing for about ten hours. I used to play with that boy every day, it did not matter, he was very competitive and once he started playing, he did not move from his chair to practically nothing. I do not have a peephole on my pc but the reason why I put skype so that it was guiding me in the game, the case is that I heard it a bit strange, it seemed nervous but associated it with some losing streak. The game is known to have very long games, 30 to 60 minutes per game and that began to become unusually long we were going for 43 minutes, I think it was getting boring, when I began to hear him moan and move in his chair . I asked him about the game chat and he said that maybe he needed to go to the bathroom, but even so he was thinking about staying until the end of the game (I was surprised how determined he was because to play he needed both hands and seemed to be moving a lot). About ten minutes Afterwards it had become very obvious that he was having a lot of "bad" sounds of effort to retain to the point of growling. I was really getting very horny and wished that the game would not end until he exceeded his ability to endure. I heard vaguely a "fuck" with a high level of despair but unfortunately soon after the game started to run. It was a small disappointment for me but since then I have been hoping that it will happen again XD hope never gets lost
  15. Pissing pants while cleaning View File As I was cleaning the house, I was busy drinking lots of water and soft drinks. Since I could not hold for long, I just kept on pissing my pants in the bathroom so that I did not make a mess. Rather then uploading a bunch of small videos, I combined them into one big video. Submitter shywewe Submitted 10/23/2019 Category Male videos Clothing Jeans