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  1. TLDR: In college I got dared by my three closest friends (all female) to pee in my pants, but I said I would only do it if one of them did it too. Comedy and wetness ensued. This story is true. But to protect the innocent (and/or guilty), names and locations have been changed, along with the general time period. I have also exaggerated some inconsequential things (like the distance to my house), and outright changed some major things, like the timing (which in reality happened over several days, but is portrayed here as all happening in one night) to make it easier to follow and enjoy. A good example of this is the "when was the last time you wet your pants" discussion, which in reality took place over many months, with each person separately, but I have combined them all into this one night. But the core of the story, and the number of people and wet pairs of pants, is as accurate as I can remember it. (I helps that I wrote about it in my diary when it happened, which is why I know the amount of detail I do, after so much time.) This story is long, but I'm going to tell it all in one go, instead of dividing it, because I hate when I read a story that doesn't finish. (I'm not a fast reader, and it takes me about 35 minutes.) I have also told it in such a way that my gender isn't revealed, in case it allows the reader more enjoyment to imagine the storyteller being X or Y. Or Zee. (My profile contains my actual gender, if you want to see.) It all happened during spring semester at Gleeson University, a small liberal arts college in almost the exact center of the USA. I was a first year graduate student, and had made some fast but long-lasting friends. By mid-March, three quarters of the way through the school year, we were a tight-knit group. The four of us were part of a larger group of seven (one additional girl and two guys; we'll call them Ree, Dack, and Ted), but they're only barely relevant to the events below. Vicki was a second year master's student who had done her bachelor's at Gleeson also. Natalie and Kaitlyn were both seniors in their undergrad, and had met Vicki the year before, but were not really close until this year. I won't comment on the degree that I and Vicki were pursuing, but I'll be honest and say that Nat and Kaitlyn were both theater majors. I loved hanging out with theater kids, as they were generally attractive, confident, and would pretty much try anything once. Natalie and Kaitlyn were also wicked smart, and enjoyed hanging out with us "normal" people, probably because we were older, and knew the ropes. Both of them were interested in the master's program, so I'm sure that played a role too. But we were genuine friends, and not just in college. I lost contact with Natalie over the years, but Kaitlyn and I still chat occasionally, and Vicki and I dated for a while many years later when we reconnected, and are still friends. None of them ever knew of my omo fetish, which was already in full bloom, but I had not yet shared it with anyone. Vicki was about 5'2" tall (1.6 meters - you're welcome NotAmerica!), and she was half Irish, half Italian, and all Roman Catholic. She had no discernable accent (unlike her parents), and had dark curly hair. She was as headstrong as she was competitive, and loved Star Wars and The Hitchhiker's Guide. I loved her immediately. On the night in question she was wearing medium-light colored jeans, and crocks. Kaitlyn was what she called "half red-head", in that she had the classic light skin and some freckles, but her moderately long hair was mostly light brown with only a twinge of red. She was 5'5 (1.63m), ever so slightly plump, and was from somewhere in the southern US, with a slight drawl at times. She was brilliant at doing accents and imitating people, and was a fantastic actress. She loved Shakespeare, and was gaga for Kenneth Branagh. She was wearing thin cream colored pants that went almost down to her ankles, and sandals, with socks. As undergrads, Kaitlyn and Natalie shared a room in one of the off-campus "dorms" on the same side of town as Vicki. They were more like shared apartments, with separate rooms and common bathrooms, but they were owned by the school, so everyone called them dorms. Natalie was the baby of the group, in that she was both several months younger than Kaitlyn, and also only 5'0 (1.5m) tall, and thin. We actually called her "baby" sometimes, but it was a term of endearment, not implying she was immature. True, she was the most childlike, innocent, and free-spirited of all of us, but as an actress, she knew how to commit, and was a fierce force onstage. She had very long dark, straight hair, down almost to her waist, and could really rock pigtails, but this night she wore it down, with a headband above her ears to keep it out of her face. She was the very definition of the word "cute". She loved The Simpson's, South Park, and Star Trek. She was wearing long pale blue denim overalls, with tapered legs, and white socks with sneakers. I should also mention that Natalie was not only a virgin, but had never masturbated, something I learned from Kaitlyn, and swore not to let on that I knew. I assumed it was a religious thing, but I never knew for sure. I myself (henceforth known as Pan) am on the tall side, with straight sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes. I lived close to Vicki, and usually walked to her place, even though I had a car. This night I was wearing a pair of light tan pants that I had never peed in before, but had worn once or twice and washed. I loved these pants so much I bought two pair. They were like khakis, but made of softer material, and very comfy, as well as stylish. I was also wearing white socks and tennis shoes. All of us were wearing shirts or blouses, the color of which is lost to memory, and I'm reasonably sure all of us were wearing underwear. So, it's a Tuesday evening, and the four of us were hanging out at Vicki's apartment, about a 15-minute drive from campus. One or two of the other guys in our group were supposed to be there too, but something came up. We had met to eat pizza and watch a movie, The Red Violin, which Vicki had on DVD. We were all enchanted by the story, and we talked about it at length afterward, while polishing off the pizza. Most of us were either off the next day, or had late morning classes, so none of us was overly concerned about getting home late. After the movie, we started a game of trivial pursuit, got bored after about 30 minutes from our lack of progress, and played a few other games for a while. Then, about 10pm, just as I thought we might be done for the night, Natalie or Kaitlyn (I don't remember which) said she had a game in the car she wanted to try. I genuinely don't remember the name of this game. It was either an early incarnation of the "Against Humanity" series, or some "Would you Rather" or "Never Have I Ever" kind of thing. Each card had a "have you ever"-type question on one side, and a dare on the other, which perhaps was intended to be a forfeit you had to pay if you didn't want to answer the question. Since we only had four people, we decided not to play in teams, but instead would put three against the one who was "it", answering questions about "have you ever" situations, and sometimes taking the dare instead. Sometimes we'd lay out 7 or so cards of embarrassing things, and ask how many of those had happened to each of us. These led to some great stories, of all types. Some fun things happened in the dare department, too. I know two of them kissed each other, and somebody mooned us at some point, but it wasn't until the last round that this story really begins. Despite only a modest amount of alcohol consumption, it was one of the greatest nights, and I don't think I had ever laughed so much in one evening. About 11pm or 11:30ish we decided to play one last round of our game, and decided that we each had to do a dare. Kaitlyn agreed to go first, and she dealt out three cards, one to Vic, Nat, and me, and we got to collaborate and choose a dare from one of those cards. I can't remember what the dares were, but at least one of them was something just mean, like "eat something out of the trash", so we rejected that, knowing that the person would HAVE to do it, per our agreement. We were really close friends after all, and had a close bond of trust that let us be at ease with each other. When a dare was too extreme, we allowed ourselves to draw another card, but only if we showed it to the person who had to do it, so they knew we weren't throwing away the "easy" things. At some point, as Nat and Vicki were trying to decide which dare they wanted for Kaitlyn, I casually said something like "Hurry up; I need to pee." They said "Ok, ok...", and we chose a dare for Kaitlyn, and she did it. (Actually, this may have been the "Moon someone" dare, but I'm not sure.) Whatever it was, we laughed, and went on a tangent talking about other things for almost a half hour. Next it was my turn. They each drew a dare card, and all looked at them. After a few intense seconds, one of them said, "We can't use any of these." They showed me the cards. One was something like "Shave your balls", one was "Go outside naked", and the third was similarly ridiculous, and/or not at all appropriate for our situation. So, I agreed they could draw more cards. I thought they would draw three more and compare, but it just sort-of evolved that they started taking cards one at a time, looking at them, shaking their heads and saying "No", and drawing another. After four or so cards I said "wait a minute, let me see", to be sure they weren't throwing away anything easy to do. They weren't; we just got an unlucky streak of unrealistic things, and I was happy to move on. About three more cards later, they all froze and looked at the card they had drawn. Then they looked back and forth at each other, slowly smiling. Kaitlyn suddenly said "No" and shook her head. But as Vicki was starting to put the card back in the deck, Natalie grabbed it out of her hands and in a quick gesture turned it around and held it, arm outstretched, towards my face. On it were three words: "PEE YOUR PANTS". Kaitlyn and Vicki just looked at me, smirking, while Natalie was smiling ear to ear. I said "Kaitlyn already said no." But she sheepishly replied, "I changed my mind." I thought Vicki might bail me out, but she quietly said, half contemplation, half command, "Pee your pants." Being unanimous, I did the only thing an omo enthusiast afraid of being caught would do: I said something like "I don't have to go." But Natalie chimed in "You said you had to go like half an hour ago." So I made up another excuse and said "No; it would get all over the carpet." To which Vicki said, "You can go in the kitchen; tile floor." I protested one more time, "But I would have to walk home in these pants." Kaitlyn said, "I can drive you." After a moment's thought, I just grunted, in faux defeated exasperation. Natalie said playfully "You have to do it. We agreed!", to which I said "Yeah, but... but... but...". Slowly, a quiet but growing chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee!" broke out, eventually bellowed enthusiastically by all three of them, accompanied by claps. Partly because I was afraid they would wake the neighbors, I relented and said "Ok, ok, ok!", to which they all applauded and laughed like little girls. Natalie stood up and pointed to the kitchen like I was going to do it that second. But I said "First, I have one condition." Instantly they were hushed and gave me their full attention. After a moment's pause, the conversion went like this: Kaitlyn: Ok, what's the condition? Me: Since you two, Vicki and Natalie, haven't had your turn yet, one of you two has to do it too. (Silence.) Vicky: Which one of us? Me: Well, that's the beauty of it. You two have to decide. (No response, but smiles were starting to form.) Me: Look, I'm not gonna be the only person to pee in my pants. I need... you know, plausible deniability, or something. Natalie: ...I think you mean Mutually Assured Destruction... Me: Whatever. Look, I don't care how you decide: You can play rock, paper, scissors, choose and number between one and ten... Kaitlyn: Or which one of you has to pee more. (A very long pause.) Vicki: Bu... Oh, I see. We'd be competing. Natalie: You mean, like who can hold it longer? Kaitlyn: Yes! Like a game. Well, a new game. Natalie: Oh gosh, that could be funny, but I don't have a change of clothes here. Kaitlyn: Hey Vic, don't you have a pair of sweatpants or something that would fit Nat? Vicki: Yeah, I guess. Hmmm. Ok, I'll do it, but only if Kaitlyn does it too. Kaitlyn: Me? But I already did my dare. Vicki: Yeah, but this is "a new game", remember? Kaitlyn: Wait a minute. Pan, you have to go now, right? I don't have to pee at all. Didn't you mean someone would do it at the same time as you? Me: Not necessarily, and to be fair in this new game we've stumbled onto, the, uh, "players" should all have a chance to pee first, and then the game begins, so it's a level playing field. Natalie: Oh, no, no, no; I see what you're doing. You're trying to get out of the old game so you don't have to pee your pants. Me: No, I swear. (slowly) I'll agree to pee in my pants now - like any second now, actually! - as long as right after it, your game begins. And Kaitlyn, if you play too, then you don't even have to drive me. I'll walk home, take a quick shower, and be back by the time things get... interesting here. Vicki: You're going to walk home in wet pants? Me: What else can I do? Your sweatpants aren't going to fit me. Plus, Kaitlyn has to stay here and keep you two honest, otherwise you might wuss out and just go pee in the bathroom halfway through. Kaitlyn: (after a long pause...) Ok, I'm in. Natalie: (Clapping) So, you... I mean, we, we all, are really gonna do this? All of it? Me: Rule Number 1: No cameras. Kaitlyn: Rule 2: We never tell Ree, Dack, and Ted about this. Natalie: Rule 3: No wussing out. Me: Rule 4: You have to drink a lot before I get back. Vicki: We can finish the wine coolers; I have three or four left. Me: Drink water first, just for, you know, hangover prevention. Kaitlyn: How much should we say we have to drink? Vicki: Like one big glass of water every, what, half hour? Me: That'll take forever. Every 10 minutes, maybe? Kaitlyn: Gawd, I may not last until you get back. Vicki: Rule 5: Nobody pees on my carpet! After general laughter, it was clear we had nothing more to discuss, so I made a little smirky smile, and started walking toward the kitchen tile. Natalie clapped again in excitement, and a few seconds later we were all standing in the kitchen. Vicki grabbed a chair so she had a front row seat, and Kaitlyn put her hand on the back of it to lean in. Nat eagerly stood on the other side of Vic, smiling. I debated taking off my shoes, and thought one of them may mention that I should. But they didn't, so I decide to leave them on, as it was somehow more real that way. When I first mentioned having to pee, like a half hour or so ago, I was at an 8 on the desperation scale. Now I was at a high 9, and was struggling to hold it without visibly showing any obvious signs. I wasn't in pain yet, but I really, really had to go. Another chant of "Pee! Pee!" briefly broke out again, until I said "Stop; you're making me nervous," and clenched with all my might to hold on a moment longer, so as not to seem too eager. After another 10 seconds or so I said "Look away for a second... I'll let you know when it's happening." Without a word, all three girls, still huddled together in front of me, either turned their heads and/or covered their eyes, and the stage was set. I savored the moment, knowing I was in complete control of four people's destinies. When I decided it was time, I relaxed. But you know how sometimes you have to pee so bad it's hard to get it started? I had apparently hit that point. As an experienced omo enthusiast, I had long since mastered the art of letting go in my pants, but this was the first time anyone had been in the room with me, watching me. Ten seconds later I got an urge, but all I managed was a small leak, nowhere near enough to be seen. Five seconds after that, I felt like I was gonna let go, but it went away. Finally, I felt it; the unmistakable feeling of my bladder saying "Ok; going to open the floodgates now." I waited until the full flow had started, and I said simply, "I'm going." All three popped their heads back towards me and began to stare intently at my crotch. Obviously it wasn't visible yet because no one reacted. Then, almost simultaneously there was an "Oh!", a gasp, and a giggle, as they watched me pee in my pants. Natalie said "Yea!!!" and pointed at it the whole time, following the stain as it slowly meandered down from my crotch, passed my knees, and went all the way to my ankles. Kaitlyn kept saying "You're doing it! You're doing it!" Vicki couldn't stop laughing, until it started leaking from the cuffs of my pants all over her kitchen floor, at which point she said "Shit! I have to get a towel." She ran off to the bathroom, and once she returned I had stopped peeing, with Natalie and Kaitlyn still staring in amazement. Kaitlyn said "Holy shit, you really did it!" Natalie said "You peed a LOT!", to which we all broke out in laughter together, and just kept laughing for a long time, until our cheeks burned. Kaitlyn asked me to turn around, and I did so by taking high-kneed in-place steps, to better feel the wetness down my legs. I didn't want to appear to be enjoying it too much, so I said "This feels so weird!" and "Ew, it's getting cold," both met with giggles. Apparently the stain was just as obvious in the back, because each of them said "Woah", or "Omigod" as they reacted to the different view. Finally Vicki said "You can't walk home like this." I assured her, "I can hide it with my bag when cars pass", as I dried off my shoes with the towel, hoping no one would realize what an expert I already was at this. Soon after that I made Kaitlyn promise not to let anyone go to the bathroom after they had all peed to start the hold-it game. She swore, and Nat and Vic swore too, even though I didn't ask them to. As I started to move to the door, one of them said, "I can't believe you did that," to which I retorted "One of you is going to do it too!" Natalie said, "Now I'm really nervous... that it's going to be me!", and we all laughed again. Nat and Kaitlyn took over sopping up the wet floor, as Vicki handed me my bag and showed me out. As I was about to walk out the door, Vicki said "Wait...", so I stopped to face her. After three seconds or so she said, "I just wanted to see it one more time." In that moment something changed between her and me, something special that wouldn't be fully realized until years later. I left Vicki's apartment, hoping no one would see me in the super well-lit hallway, and being late, I was pretty sure I would succeed. Her apartment was toward the end on the second floor, so I had to turn left out of her door, walk down a long hallway, and then turn left again and walk down a shorter hallway to a half flight of stairs that led down to the exit door. I paused before I made the turn, to look and listen if anyone was in the hallway or just coming in the door. After 20 seconds or so, I decided there was no point in waiting any longer, so, I took a breath, and then charged forward around the corner. I saw no one. Just when I thought I was safe, two girls in their mid 20s suddenly appeared. They were of the mildly goth persuasion, which was relatively rare then, at least in that town. One wore short bleach-blonde hair, a nose-ring, and a T-shirt that looked like it had been through a shredder. The other had pink hair, but was dressed in otherwise "normal" fashion. They had been inside all this time, but were chatting, or smoking, or something, just inside the main door, but down the steps where I couldn't see them. They must have started walking at about the same time I did, and we were going to meet in the exact middle of this incredibly well-lit hallway. They had already seen me, surely, so there was nothing I could do except just casually walk by them, whistling like I didn't have pee all down my legs. I thought it had worked, but when I was about 15 feet in front of them, one girl whispered something to the other, who then looked directly at my crotch. I have never been so simultaneously embarrassed and excited. I felt my face flush, but I just kept walking. At the bottom of the stairs before going outside, I did a proper look down below to see if the pee stain was obvious. I had thought the bright light might hide it a little, as sometimes a darker light shows off the stain more. I was SO wrong. It was absolutely clear as day what I had done. I blushed again, and hurried outside to the road. I was breathing so fast, and my adrenaline was pumping, so I almost ran to where I was living, about a 10 minute walk away. It was practically on the same road as Vicky's, with just one turn shortly before I got there. I walked on the sidewalk, in the cool spring air, and hid my pants with my bag when cars passed, as planned. One time I forgot, because I was so engrossed with thoughts about all that had just happened, so at least one car got a full view of my wet pants. Another thrill tingled up my omo spine when I realized that. By the time I was home my bladder was full again, mostly because I hadn't emptied it entirely at Vicki's, so as to keep the puddle to a minimum. Feeling exceedingly naughty, I decided to wet the other pair of pants that I had bought that were identical to the ones I had already peed in. I put on new everything - underwear, pants, and socks - and put my shoes back on, to match the outfit I had worn at Vic's. There was no carpet in my room, but I realized I should get a towel from the downstairs bathroom in case I needed it. On the way back up the stairs, I realized my urge was peaking again, having already "tapped the keg". I decided to hold it just for fun, but the combination of alcohol, water, and excitement hit me hard. I only lasted a few minutes, pee dancing and shivering, before my bladder gave in, my heart racing. I watched myself in the mirror as I completely wet my pants again, seeing an exact copy of what the girls had seen. I was so horny by the time I finished peeing that I had to do something about it. I quickly stripped and had one of the quickest but most intense orgasms of my life. And there was, hopefully, more excitement to come in this crazy night!!! I took a quick shower, changed into jeans, and just before I headed out, I thought to call to make sure the others hadn't chickened out. (For those wondering why I didn't call on the way, this was just before cellphones were ubiquitous.) Vicki answered the phone with the words "We haven't chickened out." To which I laughed, and said, "Ok". Then I had a spark of inspiration. "Oh, tell them I have an idea about not telling the others. To raise the stakes, what if the loser has to tell Ree, Dack, and Ted that she peed in her pants? I mean, no discussion of why; that would still be against the rules, but just that she couldn't hold it and wet her pants." Vicki said "I'll mention it. But get here soon; we decided we all had to pee about the same amount, so we didn't do the pre-pee thing." "Oh gosh," I said. "I'll be there in 9 and a half minutes!", and out the door I went, walking even faster than I had earlier. When I got back to Vicki's building I was afraid I might encounter those two goth girls again, but I didn't. I was so glad Vicki lived off campus, so there was at least a chance that those girls were not also students at Gleeson. (I never saw them again, so I guess they weren't.) Vic left her apartment door unlocked, and when I walked in I found my three closest friends all standing in the kitchen with large glasses of water in their hands, and sheepish looks on their faces. I started the 10-minute timer on my watch and said, "So... how are we all doing in here?" Kaitlyn was first to respond: "Eh. Starting to feel it a bit." Vicki looked unfazed, but was standing weirdly still as she said "Hanging in." Natalie said "I'm gonna lose. I know it. I already have to pee so bad." "So do it!", Kaitlyn teased, spawning giggles from Vicki and me. I said, "Yeah, you know any of you can end this at any point." Vicki: Speaking of that, we talked about the loser having to tell the others. Me: And? Kaitlyn: Well, we agree it raises the stakes, but maybe too much. So we thought there should be an out. Me: An out? You mean like a truce? Natalie: Yes! That's the word I was looking for: Truce. Vicki: Where we would all, you know, give up, together... Me: So no one would have to tell the others, because there wouldn't be a single loser. So, no penalty. Natalie: Except peeing in our pants. Then Vicki seemed to get an idea: Vicki: Wait, what about a 2-person truce? Me: You mean if just two of you decide to give up and go? Like a Pact? Vicki: Yeah, a two-person Pact. Does that mean we'd both have to tell the others? Me: Well, there'd be no single loser, just one winner. So I say no penalty. Kaitlyn: Surely if there is only one winner, they should get a prize? Natalie: Yeah. A toilet. We all busted out laughing, during which I noticed both Kait and Vic instinctively hold their crotches for a second. This gave me an idea, but I had to choose my timing carefully. I realized there were some other wrinkles that we hadn't worked out, including how to handle the "leaks" issue. Me: So, if someone does lose, how's it going to work? I mean, at what point do they actually lose? Vicki: You mean, how much pee? Kaitlyn: Well, more than a drop, clearly. Natalie: I thought the loser would just fully go. Vicki: Well, that's the question. Me: So if person A loses, by peeing let's say, down to their knees, does that mean they can go to the bathroom then? Natalie: No! The loser should have to completely pee their pants. Vicki: Yeah, that kinda makes sense. Kaitlyn: So wait, if the loser lets out enough to be considered the loser, but then doesn't let go all the way, does that mean the winners have to wait until the loser does pee all the way before they can go to the bathroom? That doesn't make sense. Me: Hmm. Ok. So, I think, maybe there isn't a loser until either A) they have completely emptied their bladder, or B) gone so much that it makes a real puddle on the floor. Natalie: Geez... Talking about it is making me have to pee worse. I need to sit down. Kaitlyn: New Rule!: No sitting down. Vicki: Yeah, sitting makes it too easy to hold it. Vic and Kait were clearly targeting Natalie to lose, if in a humorous way. I also noticed that they were continuing to use their hands to hold more and more. And Natalie, although she was doing a definite early-stage pee-pee dance, wasn't touching herself. I thought this might be related to her lack of self pleasuring, and I decided to level the playing field. I said, "Ok, so, no sitting down. Also, no holding with your hands. Otherwise we could be here all night." Natalie immediately smiled, and Vic and Kait let out a grumble, and began to dance a little more urgently. Being the resident omo expert, I figured we had probably 30 minutes to go, an hour max. I was so excited to see any of my three friends pee in their pants, and it looked like it was really going to happen. After a few minutes of basically nothing interesting, I got an idea, and walked over to the table where the game cards were. As I sat down in the chair, my watched dinged, signaling it was time to drink more. All three groaned, and then laughed, after I said: Me: Ten minutes. Another glass! Kaitlyn: Shit. The sound of the water goes straight to my bladder. Vicki: I know! Right? Ok, one for me.... and... one for you... and... one for... Natalie: I'm gonna lose. I'm gonna lose... After a moment of us all intensely staring at Natalie, who had suddenly stopped moving and stood still, Kaitlyn, and then Vic started up the "Pee! Pee!" chant again, and this time I joined in. Nat's face was scrunched up, and I really thought this was it. After 10 seconds or so, Kaitlyn asked: Kaitlyn: Are you going? Natalie: No. I was able to hold it. Barely. That was close! Vicki: Damn. I got excited there for a second and thought I... Wait! There's something we haven't talked about. When Natalie... I mean, say Nat loses. Which one of us two gets to use the toilet first? (A pregnant pause.) Kaitlyn: We could... just keep playing. Vicki: Oh shit. Natalie: Yeah! The second place wouldn't have to tell the others that she peed. (Another pause.) Vicki: Wait, this all started because Pan didn't want to be the only one, and that ONE of us had to do it too. But not TWO of us. Me: Okay. That's a good point. New rule: The loser gets to choose who goes to the bathroom first. After a moment's thought, Vicki's eyes lit up, and she began to speak to Natalie as a servant speaks to a master: Vicki: Oh, Natalie, did I tell you how nice your overalls look? They're just so stylish and lovely. Kaitlyn: (realizing what was happening) Oh! And your hair! Who does your hair? So long... and beautiful... and flowing... Shit. I shouldn't have said flowing. We all laughed at their attempts to curry favor with the presumed loser. I realized that whoever lost would probably chose the person who least had to pee to be the lucky one who got to go to the bathroom, and that would mean we could torture the other, and possibly get her to wet also. That would be fun, I thought, so I didn't object. Instead, I found the card that said "PEE YOUR PANTS", and announced to the group: "So, if talking about it makes it worse, then I have a great idea." Then I pretended to read from the back of the card: "Tell everyone about the last time you peed in your pants." One of the girls said "Does it really say that?" "Yeah," I lied, "It's on the back of the 'PEE YOUR PANTS' card. See?", and held it up. Of course, all they could see was the big writing of those three words, but they were too far away to make out what was on the back of the card when I flipped it over, as the words were in smaller type. What was actually printed had nothing to do with peeing, of course, but it seemed plausible enough, as it was very much in line with the kinds of questions we were reading earlier. Kaitlyn spoke up first: "Oh, what the hell. I've got a good one. At the end of my last year of high school I went on a first date with a guy. He was really nice, and tall, and pretty attractive, so I had high hopes. We had lunch together on a Saturday, and afterward we wanted go somewhere to talk and get to know each other. I recommended going to the lake near where I lived where there are nice trails through the woods. There was a little block building with bathrooms at the trail head, but I didn't use it, figuring we'd be back soon enough, since most of the trails were not that long. So we were like an hour into this strolling chat when I started to really have to pee. Now you know me: I grew up in the country, and I know how to pee outside, so I wasn't worried about that. But it was a first date, and I really liked this guy, so somehow I just couldn't bring myself to tell him I had to go. And I thought at any point we would get back to the parking area where the bathroom was. Just my luck, we happened to choose a trail I didn't know very well, and it was the LONG loop. About the time we figured that out, and turned around, I knew I was in trouble. Cause we clearly weren't going to pass any bathrooms as we backtracked the like, hour it would take to walk back to the car. I was so desperate at this point, and almost said something. But the conversation was really good, and he jumped right back into it. I'm not a shy person, but for some reason I still couldn't admit that I needed to pee. My need kept getting worse and worse, and obviously I couldn't grab myself or he'd know. Long story short, about 20 minutes before we got back to his car, I ended up... urinating in my clothes... as we walked. My jeans were sorta dark, so maybe he didn't see. But man, I was afraid he'd notice, and I was afraid to get in his car, cause I thought I would get his seats wet. I was so mortified, but I never said anything, and the seats were like plasticy, so if he did notice, he never said anything." Me: When you actually peed, did you like decide to go, or was it, like, an accident? Kaitlyn: About... half and half. Vicki: You peed while walking? Me: That's hard to do... (And then quickly) I imagine. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It was a slow flow, but like, I totally went. Natalie: That's a cute story. I don't really have a single time, but when I was younger I did it a lot. Usually it was because I didn't want to stop what I was doing until it was too late. But I guess the last time must have been just a few days after my 18th birthday, during a violin lesson. Thankfully I was wearing a skirt and this thick pair of warm and comfy black leggings that I really liked, which soaked it all up so my teacher didn't know. But my mom noticed, because she heard "splash", and said "Natalie, do you need to go to the bathroom?", as if I was 12 years old. I awkwardly nodded yes, and ran off to the bathroom, but it was too late. I had already peed almost all of it out. Technically like the last little bit went in the toilet, but, really, I totally peed myself. My mom came to the bathroom to check on me, and washed out my panties and tights in the sink while I did the rest of the lesson commando. Surely my teacher figured it out, but I just said I was hot in those tights. Which was, true. You know... before they got cold. General laughs followed, and of course also punctuated the telling of these two stories throughout. Then after a pause... Vicki: You're all looking at me. Does that mean it's my turn? Kaitlyn: (laughing) Um, duh. Vicki: Sorry to disappoint, but I've never wet my pants, not since potty training days. Natalie: Never? Vicki: I don't think so, no. I mean, tiny little leaks, occasionally, when laughing or straining, but nothing that, you know, counts as really wetting my pants. I did wet the bed once, when I was an undergrad, after a long night out drinking. I was so glad I have allergies, because I had bought an "allergy pad" mattress topper for my bed, which had the side benefit of being waterproof. Kaitlyn: Did you have a roommate? Vicki: Yeah. And she knew I had done it before I did, because she saw it while I was still asleep. Me: That's embarrassing. Vicki: Yeah, but she was great. Even washed my sheets and pajamas for me while I drank coffee and tried to sober up. Actually, she told me a funny story about peeing her pants to make me feel better. Me: So, tell us that story instead. Vicki: Instead of what? Me: Instead of you telling us the last time you peed in your pants. Natalie: Yeah; wetting the bed doesn't count! Vicki: Ok, whatever. So Kel, my roommate, was skiing somewhere - I have no idea where - on a school, or church trip or something, where they took a bus to get there. No, it wasn't a school trip, because she was in her gap year before college. Anyway, about halfway through the day she had to pee when she was at the top of the mountain, and there were no bathrooms up there, so she decided to take one of the faster hills down to the, uh, what's it called? Kaitlyn: Lodge? Vicki: Yes. So this channel, or slope, whatever, was steeper and harder to handle than she thought. She was a good skier, but it took her probably more time than one of the kiddie slopes because she had to take it slow to avoid falling on her ass. By the time she got down the hill she was about to explode. She goes into the lodge, hangs up her skies (or whatever it is you do), and finally makes it into the bathroom. But she's dressed in like 4 layers, with big snow pants on top, and she's frantically trying to get undressed. She told me "I made it... to the toilet. But I peed... in my pants. And I didn't have any clothes to change into, so, being the 'brilliant' person that I am, I just pulled my snowpants back up, and pretended nothing happened for the rest of the day. It didn't show, because of the layers, but I probably smelled. I must have smelled. But no one said anything." Natalie: Oh my God. What a nightmare. I hate, hate, HATE clothes that are hard to take off. Did anyone find out? Vicky: I don't think so. She was still living at home, so she had to tell her mom of course, and they had a good laugh about it. But otherwise she got away with it. Kaitlyn: Poor thing. Had to ride all the way home on the bus with wet pants. Vicky: I know. That's really embarrassing for a teenager. I was so attuned to these stories that I almost didn't notice my watch beeping again. But they did, and starting groaning even before I said "More water!" So, here's how things stood. Natalie was pee dancing, not really any worse than she was before. Vicki and Kaitlyn were both noticeably more agitated now, but still pretty calm. None of them had any visible leaks, and believe me, I was looking! That gave me a great idea actually, of how to speed things along. Me: I have an idea. You know how we said the loser gets to choose who gets to go to the bathroom? Well it seems pretty obvious that whoever the loser does NOT choose, the one who has to wait while the other is peeing in the toilet, is gonna get teased and tortured by the loser - and probably me - to try to make them pee in their pants too. Vicki: Yeah. That's why we were being so nice to Natalie earlier. Me: I know, I know. And that can still work if no one else has leaked. But if there are, like, any visible... you know, leaks, from the other two, what if instead of the loser choosing the person who gets to pee next, instead it's... the person who already has the biggest stain on their pants? Natalie: What? I don't understand. Me: Well, it's a way to help end this thing before morning. Think about it. It's an incentive to let some pee out, before the loser, you know, loses... Kaitlyn: Oh; I get it. You should always let out a little more pee than anyone else, so when someone loses, you'll actually get to pee in the toilet sooner, because you have a bigger stain. Is that it? Vicki: But if you try to let only a little bit out, you might not be able to stop it. Me: Exactly! Vicki: You are truly a sadistic person, Pan. Me: I know. But that's why you all love me so much. Natalie: I'm still trying to understand. So, if you let some out, you might not be able to stop it, in which case you lose. If you do manage to stop it, but you still have a smaller wet spot than the other person who isn't the loser, then you have to wait even longer to go to the bathroom, and get egged on by the loser... Me: And me. Kaitlyn: Yeah. It's an incentive to let more out than anyone else. But it has risks. Natalie: Sheesh, my brain hurts. It's so hard to think right now! The way Natalie was slightly hunched over as she said this was so cute, and betrayed just how badly she had to pee. We continued to talk about this new plan, but got sidetracked by my watch again, and another round of drinking, after which the girls talked about other things to try to take their minds off of what was happening. At some point we all walked around the apartment for some reason, maybe because someone thought it might take their mind off the urges. By the time my watch went off again ten minutes later, all three girls were visibly, obviously, desperate. Kaitlyn: I say no more drinking; I feel like I'm gonna burst any second. Nat: Agreed! Vicki: Agreed! Me: Agreed. But we never really decided about... Kaitlyn: Yeah, where are we on the whole... second place, pee leak, size-of-pee-stain thing? Me: We never really committed. Do you all agree on this? It really doesn't change the basic game; it just adds a new layer. Natalie: I'm gonna lose anyway, so I don't care. Vicki: Sure. Fine. Whatever. But I'm not gonna intentionally let anything out. I might not be able to stop it. Kaitlyn: Well I have to do something or I'm gonna pop. So, I'm going to let some out. If I lose, I lose, but I think it's worth the risk, and I mean, Natalie looks like she could go any second. Vicki: You're really gonna do it? Kaitlyn: Just a little. I'll be able to stop it. After a few seconds, Kaitlyn stopped squirming, and stood still with her legs still together. Fifteen seconds later, she made a little squeak, and a tiny spot appeared in the crotch of her cream-colored pants, and expanded to about the size of a penny. Kaitlyn: OK. Done. Told you I could stop it! Vicki: That's it? Oh, I thought we had to let out more than that. I can beat that. Kaitlyn: Can I just say, this is the silliest thing any of us have ever done? At this, Natalie and Vicki laughed so hard I thought they were going to lose it. Even Kaitlyn had to laugh at the craziness of it all. I remained stoic, like I was a referee in some bizarre endurance race. Without warning, Vicki blurted out, "Bam! There you go!" We all instantly looked at her crotch, and she had let out about a quarter sized spot that was still expanding in her jeans. She had stopped peeing, but it was still spreading as it began to dry. Natalie, sensing an opportunity, turned to Kaitlyn and began a solo chant of "Pee! Pee! Pee!", during which Kaitlyn made another attempt. The stain on her pants started to grow, faster this time, and after two seconds or so, she physically clenched with her whole body, accompanied by her saying "Hunnnh" as if she was an Olympic weightlifter. It was so funny, and everybody busted out laughing. The stain had spread to about baseball size, and she said, "Wow, I think I actually feel better after that." Not to be outdone, Vicki said "My turn," and all eyes went back to her jeans. Her flow was slow and controlled, and it took maybe 5 seconds to stop, at which point her stain was about the size of a large apple. She said, "Yeah, I feel better now too." Natalie, who rarely cursed, said: "Holy shit, I'm I the only one here who hasn't peed themselves tonight?" Kaitlyn shot back, pointing to her and Vicki's pants, "Hey, this isn't peeing. This is STRATEGY. And you're not supposed to be using your hands." Natalie quickly put both hands behind her back, and stood up as straight and tall as she could, her legs tightly together. But it looked as if her crotch was trying to eat her legs and abdomen, as she slowly collapsed back into a bending over position. I thought Kaitlyn might continue the stain competition, but she was apparently content to let things stay as they were, and for a while, maybe 5 minutes, nothing happened except for the girls gently teasing each other. I decided it was time to do something, so I said, "Challenge time. You don't have to drink more water, but you do have to listen to it." Natalie: Oh God, no! Vicki: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Kaitlyn: For Fuck's Sake. These comments continued with increasing frequency as I proceeded with my challenge. I started by filling a glass with water, and taking a nice long drink myself, complete with a long "Ah" at the end. Then I slowly poured the remaining water out in the sink, from high above it. As a finale, I turned on the sink faucet full blast, but turned it back off a split second later. Then I waited, and did it again. Then I waited a little less time, and again, and again, and again, until finally, the water was on a steady full blast. After a few seconds I reduced it to a noisy trickle, and walked away, to the sound of all three moaning and groaning their dissatisfaction. When I got back to my front row seat, each girl had a unique, but unmistakable look on her face of "I have to pee right now." Nat was clenching her teeth, and doing quick little knee bends. Vicki looked like she had put an egg in her mouth and was doing Lamaze breaths while tapping her hips with her wrists. And Kaitlyn had her eyes closed with her eyebrows raised as she marched in place. I noticed that Vicki's crotch was getting ever so slightly darker, and as soon as the stain began to spread, I said quietly, "Vicki's peeing." She stiffened her body and said, "No I'm not! I'm stopping. I stopped." But the stain continued to grow until it was the size of a large grapefruit. Kaitlyn immediately said, "I'm going too. But I'm gonna stop." For a second she peed so hard that it shot through her pants. She then jerked her body, and the stain reduced and began to spread smoothly, starting to run down her left leg. Quickly Natalie said, Natalie: "Does that mean I win? Me: What do you mean? Natalie: She peed on the floor! Me: No, it has to be a real puddle. She stopped, see? Kaitlyn's pee stain was a beautiful half-moon shape above her crotch, and ran down her left leg about the length of her little finger. The following things happened in overlapping rapid succession, accompanied by the sound of a noisy faucet: Natalie said: "Crap! I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee!" Kaitlyn made a deep guttural groan, and kept twitching her right hand like she wanted to hold herself. Vicki's pee stain started to grow again, re-darkening her crotch and starting to run down her right leg. Vicki looked at no one in particular and said, "TRUCE?!" Kaitlyn looked at Vicki, then Nat, and said "TRUCE!?", as her own stain began to grow again. All eyes looked to Natalie, who said: "...... Fuck no. I wanna win!!!" Vicki laughed and said "Omigod." Kaitlyn laughed, and then sighed and took Vicki's hand. They both said "PACT!" at the same time, and relaxed and stood still. Vicki's stain began to flow down both legs equally, now almost to her knees. Kaitlyn was peeing so fast that she peed through her pants again, with a quick jet to the floor, but it then settled into a gushing cascade down first her left, then her right leg. Kaitlyn said, "Fuck, my shoes!", and quickly kicked off her sandals. Vicki said: "Fuck it. Mine are just crocks.", right about the time the stain passed her ankles, and the pee started to flow into them. Kaitlyn was slightly behind Vicki, her stain now passing her knees, and it looked for a second like it might stop. But quickly thereafter I saw a much faster flow permeate from her crotch, and within a couple of seconds it was down to her feet, soaking into her white socks. Vicki looked at me and yelled, "Towels!" I quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed two towels, and came back to find all three girls laughing so hard that they made no sound. Natalie regained her composure first and said "You did it! Yea!!!" and then threw her hands up and said "I win! I win! I win! Screw you guys, I'm going... to the toilet." More laughs. While Natalie was in the bathroom, Vicki and Kaitlyn began to show off their pee stains to each other. Between peals of laughter, they spoke in a coded language of half phrases, saying things like, "First you...", "And then...", "I thought...", "Wet my...", "But she...", "All the way down...", "like WOOSH...". As things finally got back to a more normal level, Kaitlyn said, "You did say you had a pair of sweats I can wear home?" Vic nodded yes, while still amidst a silent belly laugh. I finally handed them the towels, and they began to wipe the floor, Vic with her hands, Kaitlyn, with her socked feet. Eventually Vicki calmed down enough to ask me, "Pan, can you grab another couple of towels from the bathroom when she gets out?" I nodded, smiling ear to ear, and headed towards the bathroom. Right on cue I heard the toilet flush, ending my hopes that all three would wet. I heard the lock click open, and did the courteous thing and stepped to the side of the hallway before going down it, so Natalie could pass me as she came back into the main room. When she did, both Vic and Kaitlyn got completely silent. Natalie came out and stopped. She was wide eyed, red faced, and looked shocked and frustrated at the same time. Slowly my gaze made its way down her overalls to her crotch. It was wet. So was her butt. Really wet, and the wetness continued down her inner thighs, past her knees, and all the way to her ankles, stopping about one inch above both cuffs. She shouted: "I... HATE... OVERALLS!" You know, there is regular laughter, and then there's whole-body-paralyzing laughter. This was that. I found myself on the floor convulsing, and Vic and Kait were squealing so loud that NASA thought something was wrong with their radios. As that was happening, Natalie explained in one breath, "I was standing right in front of the toilet, but I couldn't get these clips undone, cause they're not like regular buckles, you have to squeeze them, but I forgot, and I couldn't hold it anymore and I started peeing, and I couldn't stop it, and finally I just sat on the toilet and peed through my pants." Vicki said "Oh, come here baby." And all three had a soaking wet group hug in the kitchen, standing on wet towels full of pee. It would have been a perfect picture moment in the days of cellphones, but I took mental snapshots instead. To this day, it is my strongest naughty memory, the smiles on those faces as they took turns hugging each other. I joined in too, not caring if my pants got wet again. Vicki finally said, picking tears out of her eyes, Vicki: I hate to interrupt this special moment, but I only have one pair of sweatpants. Kaitlyn: Natalie can have them. I don't even care at this point. It's late. I just don't want us to have to walk through the entire parking lot to my car. Me: I can get it. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be awesome. It's in the far corner; there were no close spots when we arrived. Here're the keys. It's a stick. Me: No problem. I had learned to drive on a manual transmission, so five minutes later I had moved her car next to the external door to Vic's building without incident, and was back inside. I had thought Natalie would have changed out of her overalls and into the sweats, but both she and Kaitlyn (and Vic for that matter) were still in their peed clothes, and Kaitlyn was drying off her feet with one of the towels from the bathroom that I never got to retrieve. As she was putting on her sandals, I asked "You're not going to shower first or anything?" Natalie responded, "What's the point? We don't have spare clothes for both of us, and we're only a few minutes away. And we have class in the morning." Vicki: Not until 11 though, right? Kaitlyn: I have a 9:30 exam tomorrow. Vicki: Shit. Well, at least take some garbage bags to cover your seats. Kaitlyn: Yeah, that'd be smart. Natalie: Unlike everything else we did this evening. Vicki asked if I would stay and help clean up, to which I of course agreed, and then the goodbyes began, wet pants and all. Five minutes later Nat and Kait were gone. Thirty seconds after that they were back, Kaitlyn saying "My keys?!" and after a final handoff, I started to help Vicki clean up. She asked if she could take a quick shower, and I volunteered to mop the kitchen while she did. After her shower, she reappeared wearing her much talked about sweatpants. She said the bathroom wasn't bad, and that I had done enough to help. She hugged me deeply, and said "Thanks for being such a doofus," which I took as high praise. I was already crazy about her, but now it was cemented in my soul. I left feeling fulfilled, lucky, naughty, and exhilarated. When I got home I wrote all of this in my diary, especially every detail I could remember about peeing stuff. I finished writing as dawn was breaking, and quickly fell asleep. In the next few days, every time any of the four of us saw each other we instantly broke out in laughter. But we never betrayed our promise not to tell our other friends anything other than we had a fun time with pizza and a movie. We didn't even speak about it much the few times when it was just the four of us, for fear of somehow defiling the magic of that night. Years later, I did follow up one time with Kaitlyn, and asked how she and Natalie made it home safely that night without laughing so hard they ran the car off the road. She responded by saying: Kaitlyn: We did laugh a lot. Mostly about the fact that we had to walk past these two confused looking goth girls in the hallway. THE END
  2. Hi everyone! My first post in about 10 years , I thought I'd start with a very embarrassing, but very thrilling, public wetting. I was working out of town as a vendor for grocery stores. The job was easy and therefore boring, especially because I was way overqualified lol. To pass the time one day I decided to do a hold. I decided very early in the day, and began taking many trips to the water fountain. The entire time I was working, I plotted and schemed out a good spot to go and flood myself, playing out different scenarios in my head while my desperation grew. Bouncing up and down and stealing a sly pinch here and there, I went through my day. Finally I reached the end of my shift and it was time to go put my plan into action. Driving out of the parking lot, all I could think of was the sweet release and relief that was waiting for me. Now this was a very upscale and rich area, there was a very nice shopping center that had a large parking lot wrapping around back behind the center itself. This part of the parking lot was usually not very busy, and had a great view overlooking fields. In my head I was already there, blissfully peeing my pants. It was midday when I pulled in to find the shopping center bustling with people and very busy. There were no parking spots in the front, which made me wonder how busy the back lot was. To my dismay I found it to be quite a bit busier than normal. I circled around the lot, looking for the perfect secluded place. After a few minutes of this, I realized I was going to have to have an F it attitude. The quote unquote perfect place was not presenting itself, and I did not want to have an accident in the seat of my car. I pulled into a parking spot near the funnel entrance into the back lot. In my head I knew the spot was risky, anyone parked back there could walk around the corner at any moment, so I would have to be quick. I turned the car off, jumped out, lean back against my door ready to let go, when I hear voices. Now this shopping center also contained a gym, so of course 3 of the hottest mid to late 20 something women come strutting around the corner. Even with me knowing how risky this spot was I was still completely caught off guard, partly because I was having to throw the brakes on so close to relief, but also because the beauty of these women was staggering. I was at a 10 on the scale of desperation, literally leaking in my boxers, trying to hold on, and I have this perfect sideview over the top of my car. It's as if I was in a movie, and they were moving in slow motion. All three clad in different color spandex leggings, with thick round bootys that tapered to skinny waists and skimpy sports bras. Definitely the rich white girl look, with fancy bags and big sunglasses. I was very intimidated by them in the state I was in. My brain froze but my body moved, scrambling to look like I was doing something until they walked past my car. I opened my driver door and started digging around under my seat like I was looking for something. I planned to stay down there until they had walked by, closing my eyes and squeezing myself. But then I heard "Hey can we get in here ?" I look up in two of the women are standing in front of my door, I was confused at first, but then the lights went on... I was parked next to their SUV (insert face palm here). "Of course" I replied back "How's your day going ladies?" I wanted to sound smooth, but sounded more like a teenage boy hitting puberty. They kind of half smiled and gave a dry reply. Due to my desperation I awkwardly closed my door and slowly backed up to let them both get in. They didn't understand, and could tell were irritated I didn't move faster. Although, in my mind they were the ones going slow, taking forever to get in their suv. Here is where the all too familiar pang of my bladder giving out, told me time was almost up. Frozen in place, leaning back against my car. My only hope was that they pulled away in time. Again, like I was in a movie, the SUV backed out seemingly in slow motion. Little spurts of pee started to shoot out, as I feined a smile at the girl in the front passenger seat passing me. What happened next all happened at a lightning pace. The SUV finally backed out enough to be able to pull out, and began to turn and go forward. My bladder spasmed and spurted into my jeans. Thinking they were driving away I started to relax, looking down the front of my jeans began to darken, when there was a honk. A vehicle came speeding around the corner, cutting off the SUV, and forced the girls to stop. Problem was, they were stuck right in front of me! I managed to stop the flow momentarily, but I was already soaked down to my knee on one side. My predicament was on full display if the girls only look in front of them. I could see clearly through the front windshield. The woman driving was looking over her back shoulder, and her friends were making sure she was clear to go. Praying they would just drive off, my body gave in and involuntarily pushed, emptying like a pressure washer in my pants. All the while I was watching them. The girls head in the front passenger seat turned, and cocked sideways with a confused look on her face. My stomach dropped, I was caught. Reaching over she tapped the driver, who whipped her head around, and when she saw me, both of her hands went to her mouth. Helpless, I could feel the warmth reach my left sock, and start running down my other leg as I just stared back, my face was hot and definitely beet red. The third friends head popped out between them from the back seat, sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to see better, she visibly gasped in shock. Piss flowed like a river down both of my legs and splashed loudly on the ground now, intense feelings of relief and embarrassment were overwhelming. But my omo brain wanted to make the most of my beautiful audience. Dropping my head I lowered my gaze to the ground below me. With no one blocking them in still, I wondered what they were waiting for. Trying to relax I pushed as hard as I could. Pooling in my boxers with nowhere to go, it went up the front of my jeans soaking my white T in front up to my belly botton. I watched the darkness on my jeans grow. Wetness had now wrapped around the back, met up with the front at my knees and continued to climb up. Peeing for over a minute at this point, my power hold was biting me in the ass. I stole a glance up at the vehicle to see them all watching intently, and got my answer as to why they were waiting. The girl in the front passenger seat had her phone out I'm assuming to film or take pictures, while the other two watched with amused faces. As the flow slowed to a trickle I shrugged my shoulders, eliciting giggles from the girls. The driver looked over her shoulder and backed away while the other two waved sheepishly. I gave a defeated wave back and then they were gone. Letting out the last couple spurts, I observed that my puddle was in at least a 3 foot circle around me, running into the the empty parking space the girls vacated, and my pants were completely soaked save for thin dry strips running up my hips. My feet sloshed in my shoes as I quickly jumped into my car and drove home trying to process what had just transpired.
  3. A topic to add all my stories/diary posts to.
  4. (Sorry this took me so fucking long to write!) Hey y'all! Once again it's Story Time With Solous!(®) So I posted a poll earlier asking which story I should write and now, as promised, here's the story with all 4 votes! So the background on this story is actually part of another one I wrote previously, titled "Lilium Inter Spinas." I kindly recommend reading that story first as I don't feel like typing all that shit over again. I mean, you don't have to, but it might help 😋 So it's winter 2012. I'm still livin' and workin' in Arlington, and "Lily" and I have been dating for a few months now. By this time, Chef "Chino" has already pulled us into the office and told us to just not make things so obvious in front of the clients or when Corporate was visiting(which was often), as the company policy on co-workers dating was...let's just use the word "Tedious," and the more plausable deniability Chef had in regards to the two of us, the better things were for everyone all around. He ended the talk with a stern warning that the second it became a problem he would fire the one of us that pissed him off the most on that given day. We quickly became this like, Power Couple in the kitchen. Chef would give the two of us the bigger catering projects; anything out of the normal day-to-day operations would end up being split by Chef, "Lily", and me. The three of us worked really well together, it was actually some of the best experiences in my entire culinary career. Looking back, those were the last times I was actually happy in life. Sorry. Didn't mean to be a downer there, just kinda happened. Anyways... So it's Friday evening in December. "Lily" and I just left our Weed Guy's house and are on our way to the lquor store to get the rest of our "supplies" for the weekend. Now, I'm about to do something that ALL Americans do, and that completely baffles the shit out of all our non-American friends. Idk why we do it, it's just a thing us Americans do, so here 'goes...So I'm half-Mexican from my mom's side and my dad's side of the family is primarily French and German. I tell you that to tell you this: It's weird when I drink, 'cause like, alchohol does this thing to me to where different liquors effect my personality in different ways. Like, don't ever give me Irish Whiskey, as it turns me into a Weapons-Grade Asshole. Red Wine makes me mellow as fuck, and Bourbon makes me get all talkative and animated. Jager turns me into this knuckle-dragging "Alpha" that I hate being more than the Weapons-Grade Asshole. And if you want me to talk dirty to you in fluent Castilian Spanish while I make sweet passionate love to you on the bear skin rug down by the lit fireplace with candles all over and Flamenco guitar playing in the background? Well, all you gotta do is get a bottle 1800 Silver in me! 😉💋 So "Lily" walked up to me in the store with "That Smile" on her face. You know the one. It's the smile that says "I'm gettin' sssooo much dick/pussy/ass tonight..." yeah. "That Smile." I also noticed she's hiding something behind her back. "Whatcha got there?" I asked, pointing over her shoulder. She shrugged and gave me the cutest "Oh. Nothing..." I've ever seen! Then she slowly presented me with a bottle of 1800 Silver and a small bag of limes. She looked at me with a sly look on her face that said "Wanna have some fun tonight?" And of course I fuckin' did! We get the Tequila, limes, and a bottle of Capt. Morgan Special Barrel or whatever the fuck it's called and head back to the apt. I don't drink as much as I used to, but back then...whooo!!! I had gettin' Cross-Faded down to a fuckin' science y'all! So Step One, we got our weed, grinders, pipes, and lighters ready and started packin' and sparkin'. Once the bowls were cached I went to the kitchen to make drinks. A Rum & Coke for "Lily", more rum than coke, and a REAL margarita for me (2-3 good "Glugs" of silver Tequila on-the-rocks in a salt-rimmed tumbler with half a lime squeezed in. And nothing else!). We fired up our respective gaming consoles and snuggled up next to each other while we drank and played videogames. It is now 9:15 pm; the clock starts now. We took advantage of loading screens to make out and fool around but not much else yet. Remember, "Lily" and I had rules. So, naturally, after 2 more drinks and a shared bowl, I noticed "Lily" isn't next to me on the couch anymore. And just when I'm about see where she went, I hear from the bathroom, "Hey Hun, can you come help me?" And we all know what happens next, don't we!? (oh, wait... You don't? Guess you should go read that other story then, huh? 😉) Now normally at this point in time on a Friday night with "Lily", we're getting out of the getting out of the shower, and I'm slowly guiding her towards the bed with my arms around her naked body and my tongue in her mouth. This is the point in our normal Friday night where I would gently shove "Lily" down on the bed and spend the next 45mins fucking her brains out and completely soaking the first sheet from her squirting so much. But this particular night, things were about to go a little differently. We made it to the bed, and started things off normally; sucking on her peirced nipples while I rubbed her swollen clit, rubbing the shaft of my hard cock against her wet pussy. But instead of moving the head of my dick to just barely tease the inside of her pussy, I went up instead, just to where the bottom of the head was right above her clit. I started to relax. It began as a small trickle, but it was enough for "Lily" to notice. A huge wicked smile spread across her face, she arched her back and let out a moan. "Pee on my tits, baby. I want you to pee on my tits so fuckin' bad!" I was more than happy oblidge. I relaxed a bit more and let loose with a warm stream of pee all over her cute stomach. She immediately let out yell of shocked delight and started moaning and rubbing my piss all over her body. I move my arc slowly up her chest and started peeing all over her perfect tits; "Ohmygod baby, please don't stop! It feels so nice." "Lily" opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and I made sure some of my warm golden nectar found its way to her face. She took 5 full seconds before she swallowed it down without having to be told; such a good dirty girl! I started to finish up, puting the tip just inside her pussy and letting the rest of my piss go inside her as I rammed my thick cock balls deep. "Lily" gasped sharpley and started gyrating her hips with me still inside her; I don't know where she learned that trick from, but godsdamn it felt amazing! We fucked for an hour and a half! I made her cum/squirt 4 times before I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed my dick as deep as it would go and came. HARD. I'm talkin' muscle spasms, Tobey Maguire Face, near black-out, the whole nine. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced! <fast forward> I can't see. I can't move; at least not much. I'm tied to the bed, naked and blindfolded. Not gonna lie, I was legitimately a little bit frightened(first time and all), but somehow that made me even more turned on. I heard a noise to my left; it sounded like the door moving. I could hear footsteps/movement getting closer. Somebody's by the bed, I could FEEL them there next to me. I heard "Lily" giggle. All the sudden I felt fingertips lightly brush against my balls and slowly glide up my shaft. It gave me goosebumps and sent shivers up and down my whole body; it was fuckin' incredible. I felt her get on the bed and stradle me. But she's not saying much. I could feel her hands moving all over my chest, giving me chills. I'm going crazy at this point; I just wanted to break the ties at my wrists and ankles, throw "Lily" against the mattress and just fuckin' have my way with her... I can't breathe. I was being smothered and I briefly panicked. The rest of my senses' inputs started slowly registering: she's sitting, and grinding her wet pussy on my face. I inwardly smiled and got to work on her clit with my lips and tongue. I felt her hands in my hair as she gripped and held my face on her crotch. And without warning an explosion of hot piss erupts into my mouth. I moan loudly and instinctively start to suck and swallow every drop! I was in HEAVEN!!! I didn't want her to ever stop peeing in my mouth. Omgs it was so fuckin' hot! All good things must come to an end; And so too did "Lily" peeing. I felt her rub my cheek with her hand. "You were such a good boy!" she told me. "You didn't spill a single drop. Now it's time for your reward!" I felt her move on the bed; excited at the prospect of my "reward" for being such a good boy, I- OH MY GODS! All thoughts immediately left my brain as I felt her mouth wrap around my throbbing cock. I didn't even have a chance. I was already so fuckin' horny it took her all off ten seconds to get me to cum in her mouth as she greedily swallowed all seven ropes of hot cum I had for her. All I could do was lay there, trying to catch my breath. <fast forward> "Lily" and I are having sex during what is now our 3rd shower of the night. The tequila and rum were almost out. I lost track of time hours ago. "Lily" had one leg propped up as I stood in front of her watching my dick disappear inside of her over and over again; each thrust causing a small moan in her voice to escape. She wrapped her arms around me and dug her nails into my back; I still have the scars...😍 The combination of that and her moaning and whimpering right in my ear was almost enough to send me over the edge. And then I felt warmness in my crotch; like, more so than norm- this fuckin' chick is pissing on my dick WHILE I'M STILL INSIDE HER! My last thought before another intense orgasm was 'I need to marry this woman!' <fast forward> I got my phone ready. "Lily" smiled up at me in that extremely sexy way boys and girls do when they're on their kness in front of you. I hit the record button. And proceed to film the next 45 seconds as I lovingly gave "Lily" a Golden Shower. And she is LOVING IT! She's moaning and rubbing piss all over her tits as it cascades down her naked body. She puts her mouth around the head of my dick and gently sucks piss right out of me! The video ended with her, still on her knees, smiling and covered in piss. She never looked so beautiful ❤️ <fast forward> "Lily" and I are naked out on my balcony smokin' cigarettes (I had a privacy screen installed). My only reference to time was that the sun was out. She looks at me an says "go get your phone." When I came back she was squating in the middle of the balcony floor, spreading her pussy open with both hands. She looked up at me smiling, "You ready?" Of course I'm fuckin' ready! 😄 I started filming as she looked right at the camera and started FLOODING my balcony with piss! The entire time just looking at the camera and smiling. <fast forward> "Lily" and I are in my bed naked wrapped in each others' arms and our legs all tangled up. We're exhausted. I glanced at my phone as we were staggering to bed. It's 11:34am on Saturday morning; I've been up for over 31 hrs now. 14 of which were spent in an intoxicated watersports-themed sex marathon. My bedroom reeks of weed and sex. And pee. A pile of wet fitted sheets sits in the corner by the closet. We're laying on a comforter as it's the only clean bedding I have left. I don't care. I'm so content right now. Nothing outside that king sized bed existed; just "Lily" and me, drifting away together in blissful sleep. ❤️
  5. Hey y'all! So, if I'm being honest, sharing these stories with all you wonderful people has become my new favorite creative outlet; something I've been in dire need of. I won't go in to detail about my mental health struggles here, as I like to keep my posts light and funny. Just know that finding this site has become a small speck of light in the darkness that has been my life for years, and I truly cherish every single interaction I've had on this amazing site. Thank you all. So. It's 2012. I'm 27, well into my divorce, livin' in a hood-ass apartment complex in Arlington, Texas(in between Fort Worth and Dallas), and working as the Unofficial Sous Chef at the employee cafe/canteen in the global headquarters building of a company that(among other things) makes helicopters for the United States Department Of Defense. Monday thru Friday, PTO, holidays off, benefits, and pretty decent pay for the time. I'd been workin' there a year already and had quickly become the Number One Heavy-Hitter on the entire crew; only one who could handle more shit at once than me was our Executive Chef; Chef "Chino"(he told me to call him that, he was TOTALLY cool with it!). Chef "Chino" is a 5'6" 200lb(168cm 91kg) Cinese Gordon Ramsey, with a slight Napoleonic Complex, and a penchant for stress-eating. He wasn't over-weight tho, he worked out a lot and did Triple Gun shooting competitions. He's also the greatest Chef I've ever had the priviledge of working for in my 12 year career in foodservice. I learned so much from him. So my job, as the Unofficial Sous Chef, was to ALWAYS back Chef "Chino"; he was "Bad Cop" and I was "Good Cop." Which meant whenever he tapped me on the shoulder as he was walking past me, I knew what time it was. "Goddamnit, Guys. EVERYONE LINE IT UP!!!" I'd shout; I knew how to make my voice carry better than Chef, better for the initial shock to make sure you get everyone's attention. Everyone lined up by the office facing Chef "Chino" and me. My job was to stand behind Chef with my arms folded across my chest and do my damnedest to 1) Not look like a disappointed uncle, and B) Keep a straight face thru what's about to happen next. Chef launches into to this tirade of transgresions, providing physical proof as evidence when available. He always went out of the way to make these puplic group harranguings as ridiculous as possible, while still driving home the underlaying message of "Y'all Fucked Up And That's Why I'm PISSED!" I was also the Breakfast Guy. Which meant I had to drag my happy ass thru those double doors by 4:30am, just enough time to get the breakfast buffet ready by 6am if I fuckin' hurry. It's late August, nice chill day at work. I'm getting my station prepped for lunch service when in walks this 5'11" 190lb(180cm 86kg) tall drink of water, with dark strawberry-blonde hair pulled back to reveal gauged earlobes, and a dark blue steel industrial in one ear. As she got closer I saw the septim peircing(my kryptonite from both men and women! 😍) accentuating her oval shapped face. An eyebrow ring opposite the industrial finished the look. I was taken aback. 'Who is this?' I thought to myself. We smiled to each other as she walked by towards the office. She shook Chef's hand and they both went into the office; the sound of the door closing snapped me out of my stupor. I see her start to fill out an application as I get back to work. As I was working, I noticed her watching me from time to time. Her light blue eyes tracking me as I went about getting my station set up. 'Shit,' I thought. 'This chick's gonna be Trouble.' I get everything set up and clock out for my break. I wave at her thru the office windows as I stroll out the double doors; she waved back. I mosied over to the parking lot so I could chain-smoke in my car for 30mins straight, and mentally prepared myself for lunch service. I saw Chef after I clocked back in and was putting the finishing touches on my station. "So what'd you think?" he asked me. "Think about what?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I had to play it cool. "The new girl! She's got good experience, and she's finishing up her culinary degree at the jr college." "Right on," I replied. I'm the mothafuckin' Apotheosis Of Cool. "She starts tomorrow. Her name's "Lily." And you're gonna be training her." He walked off. I would't have had time to answer anyway, the gates had just openned up. Signalling the start of lunch service. 'Well.' I thought to myself. 'Fuck.' So quick shoutout to @DerekOmoso for suggesting I use a flower as her name instead of a stripper stage name like I've been doing. 'Cause it made me remember that I would eventually have her contact picture as this in my phone: She thought it was fuckin' hilarious! So we fast-forward a few months; "Lily" and I are dating and have been goin' at it non-stop like two mice in a wool sock! I mean...this chick...we wore each other OUT those first few weeks! We fucked AT LEAST twice a day for NINE DAYS STRAIGHT!!! It was awesome! And the only reason we couldn't break double-digits is because we were both too sore and exhausted. I told her my dick was so sore it was starting to hurt whenever I got hard. She was more than understanding, as she told me she was so sore from my "amazingly fat girthy cock repeatedly murdering her vagina,"(her EXACT words) she was legitimately concerned she'd have difficulty walking the next day. Ah...so much sex. One of her friends pulled me aside while a bunch of us were hangin' out and shootin' pool at this dive bar by "Lilys'" parents' house. She told me "I don't know how much she's exagerated when she told me how much you were packin' down there, and I don't wanna know. I do know that you know what you're doing with it; I've NEVER seen her this happy with a new man!" Her friend grinned and gave me "knucks," and with out missin' a beat: "If you hurt her, I'ma cut your dick off with my tourne knife(a 4"(101.6mm) knife with an extremely sharp, curved blade. Used for carving potatoes.) while you're asleep." She gave me a hug and went back to go join her friends. Goddamn female Chefs...mmm. Fuckin' love 'em!!! 😍😍 We were both so comfortable in exploring different things together. Once she learned about my pee fetish, she just fuckin' ran with it! She told me she'd always been interested rope bondage, so I ordered a highly-recommended Beginner's Guide book and 30'(9.14m) of Japanese silk bondage rope from amazon. Now, we never moved in together, but it was a given that after work on Fridays until Sunday evenings would be spent together in various states of undress in my apartment. My sheets would have to be washed at least twice during the weekend, as ALL my fitted sheets would become soaked in piss and cum(and sometimes blood depending on the time of the month, but that's never bothered me. Nothin' a shower can't fix). So our Friday nights would always go as follows...I'd get off work at around 2pm, as I was the first one thru the double doors every morning. "Lily" would be off work by 3:30pm or so. This gave me plenty of time to go home, smoke a bowl, tidy up the the place, and rub one out real quick while I'm takin' a shower. She'd always show up right as I'm getting dressed. We'd hop in my car and go grab whatever supplies we needed for the weekend; food, booze, weed, lube, bondage tape. You know, just the basics. 😉 We'd get back to my place and put everything away, and set up her PS4 and tv next to my xbox. That's right folks! Not only was she super attractive; with her amazingly toned legs from being a semi-pro figure skater during all her teenage years, multiple tattoos, nipple rings, and 3, coun't 'em, 3(!) navel peircings...but she was also a Gamer Chick! 😍❤️ Multiplying those previously aforementioned attributes by Over 9000! During this time I'm slowly being driven crazy. Ya see, we had rules. "Lily" would stay fully clothed and purposefully Hold for a few hours. Undressing only when she decided she wanted to go pee. But I still would never know when this was happening; we'd be smoking and/or drinking by then and gaming. And "Lily" was a fuckin' Jedi Master when it came to Holding! Nothing phased her, not even tickling! It was uncanny. Eventually she would always manage to get up without me noticing. I'd hear from the bathroom, "Hey Hun, can you come here, please?" I'd get up with a big dumb grin on my face, I knew what would be waiting for me: "Lily" standing butt-ass nekid with one foot propped up on the counter top, and a cup full of fresh warm pee in hand. I immediately did what was expected of me. I downed the glass of "Lily's" delicious golden piss as fast I could, savoring every drop; that was only the first step. And I wasn't to do anything else unti that glass was empty. Then came my favorite part: I had to clean her off! 😄 I'd start just above her clit with my tongue, slowly moving down one side and up the other of her smooth puffy lips. Once I was sure I got every single drop, I'd dive me tongue deep into her wet pussy; the tastes of her pussy juices and pee mixing together in my mouth, making my dick harder than diamond! I'd gently suck on her peehole a few times to make sure no drop is left behind. Once I'm satisfied I had gotten every single molecule of her sweet golden nectar, I'd latch on to her clit with my lips and start gently sucking while I'd move the tip of my tongue up and down her on her swollen little clit. Her response was immediate: with a sigh and a moan she started to slightly move her hips against my face. I sucked her clit a little harder, moved my tongue a little faster, while pushing back against her hips. Her hips moved more and more, to where she was grinding her crotch on my face. Oh y'all...I fuckin' loved this next part. It was only a matter of time before she had a handful of my long curly hair and was smothering me with her hot wet snatch. Moans became more pronounced from the both of us. "Lily" tensed up and started what I can only describe as "softly shreiking" as both of her hands grabbed the back of my head, the leg she had propped up began to spasm, her body shook as she moaned loadly. I became aware warm trickle in my mouth and I closed my eyes; enjoying every second of her orgasm as she squirted in my mouth. Eventually we'd separate and catch our breaths. I'd kiss her deeply, shoving my tongue in her mouth so she could enjoy a little taste of herself. "Mmmm..." she'd always tell me the same thing, in the sweetest voice imaginable and with a huge smile on her face. "Thank you for helping me, Baby." We'd always take a nice long hot shower next. Passionately embracing and kissing each other, washing each other's back, and, of course, more kissing and embracing. Our Wet Weekend Fun only just beginning. 😍
  6. First date I had with my girlfriend we still had to get to know eachothers interests, quirks and so on. I didn't know that she wets herself when she is nervous or just waited too long to go to the bathroom, but we went to a restaurant and we sat close to the bathroom. So she drank some wine and she ended with a water. Before we finished our delicious meal, by the way, she excused herself and kinda ran to the bathroom and she was gone like 10 minutes before she was looking around and finished her food and she had talked about herself a lot and she let me talk since she came back from the bathroom. She was very busy looking around and she looked at me and told me she was a little wet, she had a stain on the back of her dress... she looked so humiliated and I didn't want her to be laughed at, I loved the sound of her and I told her that I would hide her humiliation from the people there. I paid and took her hand and I saw her wet spot and I stayed almost against her, it might have looked silly, but we got outside... Once she got outside she cried softly and I held her tightly and she was very embarrassed about the incident, but I whispered to her that it was ok, I had a fantasy about seeing a girl pee her pants. She said whispering to that she peed more than she dared to admit... She let her panties drop and she picked them up and she squeezed it until a few drops fell out... She looked at me and said "Do you want my wet panties? To remember our date." I put my arm around her and I kissed her when the church bells rang and we kissed until they stopped and the look in her eyes was just what I hoped... She grabbed my arm and she suddenly started laughing. She said very quiet because there were people and she said "you know, I could pee again, but I'm going to wait until you can watch me wet myself in this dress... I never met a guy who didn't run or make me walk out of there without being covered like you did. I like that you even loved it! And that caught me off guard and decided that you deserved to see me pee because I was probably going to do it anyway. " I looked all over her and she had this gorgeous shoes so I complimented her about them and she showed me her feet and she looked so hot. She smiled from ear to ear and giggled as I was joking around and she had a warm deep laugh, so once we left main street she made me stand 4 feet from her and I knew that she was going to wet herself for me. She stood there and spreading her legs just a little and I was probably staring like a nut, but she giggled and I could hear her pee and her dress got darker and darker... she let go and she peed a long time and there was a giant puddle under her dress and she looked at me and she let me touch her wet dress and I look like a dope. My blood got sucked out of my brain and I didn't even talked normal but made up for it when she asked if I loved looking at her and I kissed her feet. She looked a little overwhelmed and she whispered "I love the way you think!" And I complimented her about her cute little toes, she looked at me and she just grabbed my arm and I wrapped her in my arms and she looked at me with love in her eyes and she talked about her life pissing her about the problem that it presented and how she only had ever been rejected. I hugged her and asked her if she wanted me to walk her home and maybe if she loved our date, maybe do it again... She looked at me and she was crying, but they were happy tears, she asked me with a trembling voice if I had despite of her peeing at least a good time? I was wondering if I was going too far, but I said that I loved every drop of it... she let a laugh escape and I hugged her and whispered want to get a piggy ride home and she let me pick her up and I took her shoes of and she whispered and said to be careful with her feet, sure they look cute but they smell like pee now... We almost were at her home and she lived with her parents, so I had to put her on the floor and kiss her there again until she took my hand and stroked her still wet and she whispered "Do you feel how wet my feet are in my shoes" I just kissed her toes and asked her if she was free for next week or just any day and she said can I see you tomorrow? And 6 years later we still enjoy whenever she needs to pee...
  7. Prefix: This is based off what really happened to me yesterday, and I’m only posting it in this forum so I can change some names and locations to not give away where I live. The actual story: Yesterday I woke up a bit early, and by a bit I mean I woke up at 4:30AM. Of course, this isn’t such a bad thing, as with the heatwave gripping England at the moment it gets so hot that I’ve been deliberately sleeping through the hot part of the day. Anyway, the important part was, I woke up at 4:30AM and by 5AM I was fully awake and ready to enjoy my day. Knowing that the weather was going to be sunny all day, and that the predicted temperatures were way too high, I decided to go out to the town early so that it wouldn’t be too hot. This is the root cause of the incident later. I really should’ve realised that at 5AM none of the shops would be open, but I didn’t think that through, and since it had been so many months since I last went up to the town centre I didn’t remember when all the shops opened or closed. So I got dressed, putting on a rather plain but comfortable long skirt and a really comfortable, loose fitting, cool shirt, and went downstairs. I wasn’t hungry, as it was 5AM, so I just made a comically oversized mug of tea, filled up a 1L bottle of water, and drank a glass of Sprite. I sat in my living room for another half hour, drank my tea, grabbed my bag, and set off. Now to most people, walking up to the town centre is probably a pretty common thing, but for me as someone who was stayed indoors for a week and gone an entire weekend without seeing any sunlight, it’s more of once every couple of months thing. But I still knew my way there, and I walked down to it. Other than getting honked by some assholes who ran two red lights and barely missed me, the trip was uneventful, and I soon arrived near the mall. I went past it and into the park nearby, a quite large, nice natural area with lots of trees and plants. I used to go there as a kid all the time, and I’m used to it being full of people, so it was quite surprising when it was completely empty. Nevertheless, I sat down on a bench and got a book out of my bag: Enid Blyton’s The Secret Island, a favourite of mine from when I was a young child. I saw it on a shelf for the first time in 8 years and decided to read it, and now was as good as a time as any. Honestly, the weather was amazing at 5:30AM. (When I arrived in the park) To most people, it would probably seem too cold, as I think it was around 10 degrees, a stark contrast to the 35 degree midday weather and the 42 degrees my bedroom can reach with my PC running, but to me the weather was great. My comfortable temperature range is between -1 and 18 degrees, so 10 was lovely. There was a nice breeze, and the sun was hidden behind the plants, leaving me in the shade. My reading was interrupted around 5:40AM however, by the appearance of a girl. I’m not sure of her age as I’m notoriously terrible with ages, but she clearly wasn’t a fully grown adult but at the same time I’m pretty certain she was at least 14. Probably 15-17. She arrived, and sat on a bench at almost the exact other end of the park in relation to me. I noticed, but I couldn’t really get a good look at her to see if she was someone I knew at that distance because my eyesight is astronomically poor and I need new glasses. I was expecting she’d leave after a while, so I wasn’t surprised when she got up; I was when she sat down again on a bench much closer to mine. From this distance, I could see her in detail. This was when I guessed her age. I definitely didn’t know her, but she looked friendly and had a really nice pink hoodie. I smiled in her direction, and she smiled back, but that was the end of that interaction. I picked my book back up off my bench, and started reading, but I felt my bladder give a little twinge as I finished the chapter. I realised that I hadn’t been the bathroom as I left, but I ignored the twinge and returned to reading as I would just go later when it become more serious. The girl opposite me stood up a little later, and paced about a bit before sitting back down. I didn’t pay much attention though, as I was still reading. I did notice however that she was moving around in her seat more than I expected, but I didn’t think much of it. It was only when she got up fidgeted a little, and moved onto a different bench, that I started getting distracted from my book and started watching her movements with some interest. So I put down the book, and acted like I was just observing the plants behind and around her, which in fairness were actually quite interesting, they’d changed completely since I last sat on a bench here in around 2013. Almost disappointingly she sat still after this for a couple of minutes, and I was about to pick up my book again when she suddenly crossed her legs and shook a little. I tried not to think about the fact that this meant that she needed the bathroom too, now wasn’t the time. But she was definitely uncomfortable, legs crossed, moving around and fidgeting. As if sensing our shared predicament, my bladder gave a stronger twinge, urging me to look for a toilet. But I couldn’t leave now, I had to see what this girl did next. Besides, I was only a little full, I could wait. I got my bottle of water out of my bag and had a mouthful of it, probably not the smartest idea in hindsight, especially as I had been drinking from it periodically anyway. I then picked up my book and continued reading occasionally looking up to see if the girl was doing anything different. After a while, she moved back to the bench opposite me that she sat at earlier, and uncrossed her legs. She was obviously struggling to sit still, but she was hiding her need much better. I looked down again read the next couple of chapters, only to be interrupted: ”U-Umm... hello?”, said the same girl, except now she was standing completely still in front of my, without even shaking her legs. ”H-hello...”, I replied, surprised to see her. ”So... what b-brings you here today?”, the girl asked. ”Oh... I-I just felt like g-going o-out... v-visiting... I-I mean, j-just going outside...”, I said quietly. I really should work on communication skills, when I’m not talking to someone I know I’m really terrible at talking to people. I used to be way better at this too, I don’t know what happened. “I’m out here as I-I-“, the other girl started, before crying out: “A-ah! N-no...”, and grabbed herself hard on the crotch, dancing a little. ”S-sorry... I-I just don’t have an-anywhere else to-to go...”, explained the girl, who had managed to stand mostly still but was still holding herself. I pretended not to notice, and asked her what she meant. ”I-I c-can’t... c-can’t go back home r-right now, for im-important reasons, but I-I really need to call someone... can I please have six... sixty pence for a payphone?” ”Wow, a-a payphone? I haven’t used one of them... w-well ever! I’m s-surprised you know h-how. But sure, here.” I gave her £1.20 incase she needed a longer phone call, as I remembered my mum saying about how they charge based off of call length once. ”Th-thank you... This phone call is-is r-really im-important...”, she said, taking the money and putting it in her pocket. Just as she was about to turn and leave, I asked: ”Are y-you all right? Your l-legs are r-really sh-shaking...”, unable to resist the desire to hear her explanation for her desperation. ”O-oh... y-you noticed, huh? I-I just... j-just really... r-really need the b-bathroom... I-I couldn’t go a-at home e-earlier... and I-I can’t g-go back y-yet... so th-this is a r-real problem...” “I know where there’s some public t-toilets nearby, I could sh-show you.” ”N-no... I’ll be f-fine.”, she said, as she winked and walked away. She sat on the far away bench she first sat on, meaning I couldn’t really observe her desperation anymore, disappointingly. “What a weird conversation, I wonder who she was or why she wouldn’t tell me why she couldn’t go back home. Probably a runaway or something.”, I thought to myself, and went back to my book. Unfortunately for me, I was really starting to feel the effects of that comically oversized mug of tea and that glass of Sprite I’d drank earlier. It was now around 6:20AM, and the twinging had been replaced by a constant, and growing urge, pressing on my bladder. I tried to ignore it, deciding to wait until later, but it was getting really distracting. Even trying to focus on my book couldn’t quite take my mind off of it. Not wanting to look like I needed to go in public, I pressed my legs a little closer together, taking the pressure off a bit while not looking too conspicuous. This made things much more manageable, but at 6:40AM I decided to go the nearby public toilets. So I got up, feeling the liquid slosh around as I moved, which didn’t help with my situation, grabbed my stuff, and started walking. As I reached the first shops, I realised the flaw in my plan to go to the town centre at 5AM. They were all closed. All of them. Opening hours ranged from 7:30AM to 12AM, but none of them were open this early. But that didn’t bother me, I knew I could always wait until later. I continued towards the bathrooms, passing more and more closed shops. I had to take a different route to normal as I couldn’t take the usual shortcut through Poundland, but I eventually found them. Exited, I ran up to the doors, my bladder bulging slightly at the thought of release, only for the door to refuse to open. Looking up, I saw a sign: ”In order to reduce maintenance costs, these facilities will only be open between 10AM and 16PM. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.” “WAIT WHAT!?” “Sorry for any inconvenience!? It’s not something that monitor inconveniences you, not having a bathroom is serious! I swear, England’s been getting worse and worse since everyone started voting Tory...” “Oooh... this is bad. I doubt I’ll be able to wait that long... I think I can hold it long enough to find somewhere else though, there’ll be 24-hour shop somewhere where I can relieve myself...” I turned away from the door, noticing that although they had shut the toilets there was still a working water fountain nearby, so I used that to fill up my bottle of water which I had almost completely drained, adding another litre of water to my already full bladder. Walking away from the toilet block, as merely looking at them, even when they were closed, was making me want to go even more, I found a bench a little way away, and sat down. I squeezed my legs tightly together, as this street was deserted, which made holding it back easier. I then waited until 7AM, as I thought some shops might open at that time. I got back up at 7AM, uncomfortably loosening my legs, and feeling the heavy load I was carrying press harder and harder on me... but I couldn’t give up. Not on a public street like this. I had a drink from my bottle of water, as no matter how desperate I still prioritise hydration. The feeling of the water running through made caused my bladder to give a powerful jolt, nearly causing myself to leak. But I withstood it, and headed back the way I came. I walked down past all of the shops, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed... “There has to be somewhere that’s open, right? I need to use their bathroom so badly...” I walked down into the main shopping street which led towards the centre area that connected to the mall. I couldn’t find any open shops. I eventually found one shop that was open, but it didn’t have a bathroom, even for staff, forcing me to wait even longer. I walked down the path to the mall, unsurprisingly no shops were open. I walked up to the mall, hoping it would be open, but the doors wouldn’t move, and I saw a tiny sign saying it wouldn’t open until 9AM. I turned away disappoint, and luckily spotted a sign, pointing me towards... some toilets! Excitedly I raced in the direction it pointed, and followed a second sign, directly into a set of glass doors. Which didn’t open. The bathrooms where within the mall. But the sign still pointed to them, and I could see the toilets, even the pink female symbol enticing me towards the girls’ room; so close, yet so far. Begrudgingly, I walked away from the secondary entrance, and followed a pathway towards the high street. “Ah... a-ahh... there has to be bathroom somewhere... hopefully on the high street I’ll find an open shop...” I walked past a massive water feature, numerous fountains and water sprayers, which was naturally kept running 24/7 365 days a year, even in negative temperatures, because of course the council have the budget for an important thing like that, just not for something silly like toilets. My poor, aching bladder bulged as I walked past, I could feel the pee trying to force it’s way out. I had to stop and cross my legs for a bit after I got away from it, I barely managed to hold on. ”Thank god it isn’t raining... the sound alone might be too much for me.” Eventually I reached the high street, having cut through a different park, and reached yet another disappointingly shut street. Although almost everything was closed, I saw two promising sites, a 24-hour McDonalds, and a Starbucks. The McDonalds was closer, so I went into there first, trying not to seem like I was too desperate. I walked towards the bathroom, it was a small shop, with a single bathroom for both disabled people, men, and women, but I didn’t care, I just had to pee. I push on the door and... *click.* I wouldn’t open. I turned around, disheartened, and the staff on shift told me it was out of order for maintenance. I hurried out of the shop, feeling my bladder bulge harder than ever. Nevertheless, I moved onto the Starbucks. The doors were open, so I didn’t look for the opening hours sign. I ran in, and spotted a sign directing me to the bathrooms. I sprinted for them, so desperate, only to find that there wasn’t girls’ room! I’m not even joking, it sounds like something from some fan fiction, but there literally wasn’t one. I searched the entire cafe. Men’s, disabled, staff, and then nothing. There were only 3 toilets, and there wasn’t one I could use. Normally though, I’d just bust into the men’s. But then I noticed something, the shop was silent. I turned around and looked to the counter. No one was there. I walked to the door, no one was outside, and then I saw the opening hours sign: it opened at 10AM. Someone had picked the lock or something and got the doors open, leaving the inside completely empty, as the shop shouldn’t open for another hour and a half. I hightailed it out of there, desperate for somewhere to go. There was only one real big shopping area to go to, so I walked round to there. Again, all the shops were predictably empty, except for one, the newly-built (well, newly-built for me, I think it went up like 3 years ago but I’ve only seen it once before.) Morrison’s. All of it’s lights were on, so I ran towards it and... “Yes! Yes! YES! It opens at 7AM! It’s open... I... finally... somewhere to pee...” I sprinted towards the doors, they opened automatically, and I went into the main shopping floor, looking around for a bathroom. And I found one! I walked towards it, trying not to look bursting to the staff, and I walked in, opened the girl’s room, and it was being cleaned. IT WAS BEING CLEANED. Honestly, I don’t know if the world just had it out for me this morning, but every time I found somewhere, something got in the way. I sadly walked out of Morrison’s, feeling my need growing worse and worse, not even sure if I withstand the pressure long enough for them to finish cleaning. I stepped out of the department store, wondering what to do next. It was 8AM by now, meaning 3 hours roughly since I last had a bathroom break. I was just considering finding either some bushes or ideally the council headquarters to pee in discreetly, when my stomach suddenly growled hungrily. Of course, I hadn’t had breakfast, had I? I decided to go and visit a restaurant I knew nearby which was open at this point, as it would make the hour or so until the mall opened much more bearable. I walked towards the entrance, trying my hardest to keep my panties dry. I was very full. I either had to fidget constantly or hold myself to even walk around, if I had to wait much longer I’d be squirming. “Ah... o-oh... if I go in here I have to be absolutely sure I won’t pee myself... I could never live that down... I-I think I can manage, m-my dam will hold.” I stepped inside, and sat down at a table with a booth around it in a certain way which meant it would be very hard to see my legs from most angles, and I then immediately crossed them as tightly as I could, continuing to squirm and fidget under the table. The waitress came over to me: I ordered the same meal I buy every time I go here, along with my usual drink, a large mint-chocolate milkshake, instinctively. I realised my mistake as soon as it arrived; standing before me was a massive glass, the size of a medium sized vase, at least 2 pints at the minimum, probably about a litre. “Oh god... why did I have to order that... I’m so full already...” Despite my doubts that I could hold back another massive drink on top of everything else, I ate the meal, and drank the entire milkshake. I regretted it rapidly, as the second I tried to stand up I nearly lost control and had to fall back down onto my seat. Sitting down, I could mitigate the urge, but not while I was standing up. Eventually, I managed, barely keeping the seal intact by utilising all my willpower and strength. I asked the waitress if I could please use the bathroom before I left, as due to the size of this restaurant the toilet was on the second floor and had to be accessed through a locked door out the front of the restaurant. ”I’d love to let you, but I don’t have to key.” ”W-what... d-do you m-mean?” ”My boss has it, and she won’t be here for an hour or so. I wish she’d hurry, I need to go myself...” ”O-okay... th-thanks anyway...”, I said, and paid the bill. Stepping outside into the colder air nearly made me explode, the sudden contrast causing the floodgates to nearly open. I squirmed around in the spot until the urge subsided somewhat, and slowly began to walk towards the park I was in earlier. I couldn’t wait much longer, I could explode any minute. And it was only 8:35AM. My poor, tortured bladder, pushed to its limits by council idiocy... I managed to reach the park, and sat at my previous bench. But I couldn’t sit still this time, it was impossible to stop moving for even a second. I had to keep fanning my legs, alternating between crossed and double crossed, with both hands buried deep in my crotch, and even then it was nightmarishly hard to resist the desire to let it all come flooding out. I tried to distract myself, but I couldn’t. All I had to do was wait another 20 minutes, and the mall was really close... “Nnngh... w-why... a-ahh... why did I d-drink that... I-I was b-bursting before, n-now I-I could e-explode any... o-ooh... s-second...” Each minute felt like an hour. After about 5 agonising minutes, a little spurted out. After another 5, a much larger leak happened, but I held back most of the force. It felt like I was trying to fit an entire ocean into a glass, my bladder stretched like a water ballon, big and bulging. “I-I must endure it... I-I can’t give in...” I just about made it, the church in town rang out it’s 9AM bells, and I sighed with relief, if I hadn’t been trying to hold back a waterfall I would’ve jumped for joy. “C-come on... j-just have t-to make it t-to th-the m-mall... j-just a little longer...” I slowly stood up, bladder feeling heavier than my CRT TV, a bit more spurted out, causing a leak, but I stemmed the flow, and ignoring the slight black spot on my skirt I embarked towards the mall, trying to keep the floodgates closed. I reached the secondary entrance from earlier, and sprinted in, before the automatic doors had finished opening. I ran towards the bathroom, my only goal being to get in there. I was nearly in a cubicle when my body realised there was nothing holding back the oncoming floodwaters from overflowing, overfill bladder, and it started coming out just before I was able to throw a door open and get into a cubicle. It all came flooding out, most of it into the toilet, and it was honestly an incredible feeling. Although my panties got a bit wet, as I was wearing a skirt rather than trousers it was better than it would’ve been if I’d warn tracksuit bottoms like I considered before I left, that would’ve p been much worse. End of story: Wow, this is certainly the longest story I’ve ever written on here. Sorry for not posting in far too long, I got back from my holiday a while ago expecting to starting using this site more often, but I’ve just been so busy omorashi has barely been on my mind. I was gonna write something the other day, but then my chronic fatigue syndrome started acting up and I slept for 18 hours. Yesterday’s near-accident just gave me the incentive to post on here again.
  8. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  9. Wrote this a few weeks ago but I guess it never got approved.. it's a copy and paste . Not in the mood to go fix all the spelling stuff so sorry in advance. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something. Edited August 29 by FunkyNoJunkie 0 Quote Your content will need to be approved by a moderator Reply to this topic... Follow0 GO TO TOPIC LISTINGWetting experiences
  10. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something.
  11. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  12. So I thought it would be fun and smart to go Black Friday shopping diapered, I wouldn't have to lose my place in line and it would keep me warmer. Great Idea right? So before heading out I put on a DC Amor and several layers of clothing for the cold weather. I also stop to get a coffee on the way(this comes back to bite me later) By the time I get to Walmart I already have to go so I just let loose right as I get out of my car. If you dont already know, DC Amor's have extremely good absorbency so I wasn't worried about wetting so soon. I get my place in line, at this point it's about 90 minutes before they open and I still have most of my coffee to drink, I pass the time reading the ads and such they handed out. about an hour later the coffee has run right through me, this time it's an absolute waterfall, I wet so much i was starting to push the limits of the diaper as I felt the soakedness of the padding creep further up my backside, If you've ever worn a DC Amor you know that they get really poofy when wet so I was in heaven at this point. Right before they opened the store things took a turn the coffee I drank had started to affect my other bodily functions. Don't get me wrong, I like messing, but I'm really not interested in public messing because of the smell and I didn't really want to deal with trying to take off my diaper under 3 layers of clothing in a public restroom so I just decided to hold it until i got home. The feeling went away after they let us in, I got what i wanted quickly and headed towards the checkout. As I was at the checkout my bowels returned with a vengeance. It started to become painful. Thankfully I made it out of the store and headed towards my car. As I got to my car it was a losing battle, it got to the point to where i couldn't walk without feeling like my insides were going to burst, I had no choice but to just let it go and I started filling my diaper right there in the parking lot. Thankfully nobody was around so my embarrassment was minimal. It was about 10 hours after my thanksgiving meal so wouldn't you know it was probably one of the biggest messings I've ever had, As the Second wave came my diaper was being pushed out so much i swear you would be able to see it through all my layers of clothing. I never dreamed of filling a diaper that much. Then I had to drive home, yeah i wont go into detail on that
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