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  1. slycat

    Tonight's Wettings

    Tonight I was going to go to the gym, but the power was out, so I came home. Power is on at home so I turned on the computer and started to hold while I was watching wetting videos. After a couple of hours I was getting very desperate. I had on 3 pairs of underwear. I sat in the tub. I was going to put my hand in water, but I didn't need to, I started peeing. Since I was sitting it seemed to come out very slowly. After another 45 minutes or so I had to go again, so I sat on the toilet and peed through my underwear. Still wearing them wet.
  2. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  3. Mad Bladder

    One too Many at the Game

    Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off. “Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand. “Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat. Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it. As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen. “Oh!” Kate Said. “What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside. “The games about to start!” Said Ashley. “Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!” “Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.” “Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?” “Just wait!” Said Ashley. “Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.” They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” “Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake. She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more. Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill. 10 agonizing minutes passed Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little. “Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay. “Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said. Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it. “Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded. She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on! She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.” 20 minutes later.... Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!” To be continued
  4. Oneno5566

    Podcast Stories

    Hello. I'm fairly new to posting here (been a lurker for a long time), but I figured it's about time I start giving back to the board. I know we've got threads for books, movies, and a bunch of other things, but I don't think I've seen a thread for podcasts containing peeing/wetting stories. I've added a few links below to get the ball rolling. Sorry if any of these are reposts. https://www.somethinglikemarriage.com/embarrassment-in-relationship/ Woman tells a story from college of when she couldn’t unbuckle her belt and peed through her jeans into the toilet. Starts at about 13:30 https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/httpwwwbuzzsproutcom100568rss/color-me-dead/e/55408888?autoplay=true Woman pees her pants from laughing while recording the show. Starts at about 41:00 https://podcasts.apple.com/my/podcast/s2-e25-this-is-a-horror-movie-with-patron-lisa-scrubbing-in/id1220565172?i=1000403244491 Women share stories about peeing their pants. Starts at the beginning of the episode https://aabeyondbelief.org/2019/02/06/episode-108-angela-b/ Recovering alcoholic shares story of a time she peed her pants. Starts at 6:30 http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/hoohas-podcast-ep-10-time-i-peed-my-snow-pants-and-other-embarrassing-stories Woman tells story of peeing in borrowed snowpants. Starts at 8:50
  5. ssjammerz

    malefemale White jeans wetting

    I decided to relieve some of my bladder pressure that has been building up for a few hours. Summer's here--plenty of reason to always stay hydrated! wj08.wmv
  6. One memory I have from my childhood is of wetting my pants one day after school.I was around 10 years old and really had to go bad by the time school let out.I was about to burst on the bus ride home and on the walk home from the bus stop started to do a few short bursts in my pants.I was running home I had to go so bad.I got home only to find mom was not home and the door was locked.She had gone shopping when I was in school and would be home in a few minutes.The worst possible day for her not to be home.I wasnt going to ask the neighbors if I could use their bathroom.I can remember starting to lose all control about then and making a run for the garage so none of the other kids on the street would see me in wet pants or want to stop and talk as I was about to pee my pants.I was scared mom would be mad at me If I wet.I just made it to the garage then lost all control and couldnt fight it anymore.I just stood there and full force peed my pants.There I was standing there in my wet pants waiting for mom to get home and after half an hour she did get home and She wasnt even mad at me and even said sorry for being late getting home.Just one of several childhood memories.I will post more under this topic in the next few days.
  7. I've noticed that there are no omo fanfics with Fleur, so I decided to make one. I'll probably create story about every task. I'm also sorry for not doing French accent for Fleur like in original books. I can't really do that Fleur woke up. It was first task day. She went to the bathroom to suit herself to look good during first task. Fleur took off all of her clothes and went to the shower. After washing herself and using towel she has put on cyan leggings. Fleur really didn't like wearing panties. She has only put them on while wearing short skirts. Fleur wore leggings instead of skirt today because of the dragon. The skirt can be put on fire easier than leggings. It's also easier to move in leggings. She has also put on shirt in same color. Fleur haven't wore bra. She usually wore it when she was wearing shirt. Fleur has done it to not stop her vila magic. Her plan was to allure the dragon. She was thinking about going naked (That's what every vila in old times was doing when they met someone with strong will) but then she has reminded herself that there will be a lot of people watching her. Fleur looked at her watch. She had 1 hour before going to the place of first task. Fleur quickly went off the bathroom and went to her room. Rooms in the school-house mobile building had special menu on the walls. It was changing depending on time. Under menu was table and chair. She only had to point wand at things she wanted and say how much of it she would like to get and it appeard on the table. It was done by house elfes, like in Hogwarts. "One glass." Said Fleur pointing at pumpkin juice on the menu with her wand. It appeard on the table. "Two" She said pointing at eggs. "Three" Fleur said pointing at toasts. Everything appeard. After eating she decided to go to the toilet. She had to go a little. When she was going into the restroom someone entered her room. It was Madame Maxime. "Fleur, it's time to go. I'll lead you." She said. Fleur nodded and followed Madame Maxime. After few minutes they were at the place, in dragon arena. They Cedrik, Harry and Victor went in in same time. Bagman explained them what they'll do. Fleur was happy. Her vila magic should be powerful enought to make dragon forget about eggs. They were now getting dragons. Fleur got mini figure of dragon with number 2 on it. "Common Welsh Green" Said Bagman and went on with his bag, giving the rest their dragons. Fleur sighted. She was prepared for this one. While waiting for task to start (Students were already in the seats, they were only waiting for the command) Fleur felt her urge. She haven't gone pee in the morning. She was looking for toilet, but in the champion's room there were no toilets. Fleur considered peeing herself and cleaning it up with spells, but she would get very emberrased if anyone noticed. She decided to hold it. The urge wasn't so big. The only thing was stress. When it was Fleur's turn she forgotten about it. She entered the dragon arena. When she noticed the dragon, Fleur quickly jumped behind giant rock. She knew that this dragon was shooting a lot of fire at first attack and then smaller shots. Fleur used her wand to shoot red sparks right to her, so dragon will shoot it and she can go left and allure the dragon with her vila magic with less risk. It worked. Second after she has shoot dragon was bursting fire at place where Fleur shoot. Fleur quickly concrecated on vila magic to make it very powerful. Dragon noticed her, but it haven't made any effect on it. Fleur concrecated even more. Dragon was still not affected. It was getting ready to fire... Fleur quickly put up her shirt, showing her breasts for 2 seconds. It worked. Dragon became allured. From the stress she leaked, but she haven't noticed it. Fleur reached the egg, she caught it and then the Dragon stopped being allured. It shoot fire at her. Fleur dodged the shot, but not completly. Her butt was on fire. She took her wand to cast spell to create water, but then Fleur started peeing herself. From all that vila magic, stress and shock of being on fire her floodgates opened. Fleur felt the wetness going down her legs. She moaned from relief. The only thing Fleur knew right now was that she was peeing herself. The fire dissapeard. She was pretending that she was using a spell the whole time. Her face was red. She haven't noticed how many points council gave her. Only Bagman added a comment, which Fleur heard. "Well, you got yourself on fire at the end, but you quickly casted a spell to protect yourself. 8 points!" He said, and shoot 8 with his wand into the sky. Fleur's face went even more red. After first task no one knew that she has wet herself. Well, atleast that was what she thought. Hermione had omniculars, and noticed that from Fleur's wand wasn't coming any water. She used stop option, and after the task she has shown it to Harry. Only they both knew about Fleur's little accident. I hope I haven't missed or wrote any detail incorrectly. Soon Next tasks!
  8. MasterXploder

    female A Beauty Under Pressure

    Commissioned by Infecteddeer12 With thanks to Sake for editing Warning: Contains story spoilers past the fifth palace "Well then, we will now begin today's panel." The audience of students inside Shujin Academy’s auditorium fell silent as Makoto spoke into the microphone from the stage. It was a tad stuffy for an October afternoon, especially with everyone crammed together, but nobody paid it any mind while they looked towards the stage. “Our guest of honor is Goro Akechi,” continued Makoto, glancing to the podium where the young ace detective resided. Akechi gave a sheepish smile to the whole crowd as he spoke. “I feel kind of bad, considering how many people have gathered. I’m sure you all would’ve been happier to have a singer or a mascot appear, wouldn’t you say?” The audience broke out in laughter, but Makoto remained stoic. “We’d appreciate it if you could tell us about your experience with the notorious Phantom Thieves. It’d be wonderful if you could let us hear more about your actual investigative process.” Her words could not have been any truer, not just for the students but for the Phantom Thieves themselves. Perhaps no one in the audience was more eager to know than Haru Okumura, who sat only a couple rows from the front. As the Thieves’ newest member, she had just as much to lose as the rest, especially now when they had officially been deemed criminals. The public had turned against them seemingly overnight, and the police were hot on their heels with their investigations. With them treading such dangerous waters, Haru certainly had a lot to worry about, to say nothing of another recent major event. Only a couple weeks had passed since she lost her father, the CEO of a worldwide food brand and the most recent target for the Phantom Thieves. Whether they were truly to blame for his demise remained to be seen, but it still weighed heavily on her mind, even if it didn’t leave her grieving as much as she expected. She needed to learn the truth of what had really happened, so she would do her best as the gang’s self-proclaimed Beauty Thief. “Mmm…” Speaking of things weighing heavily on her, Haru crossed one leg over the other, her frown deepening a tad. In all the rush and suspense leading up to the panel today, she had been fully focused on her duty. A little too much, it seemed, for she had completely forgotten to tend to other important things, namely using the ladies’ room at a reasonable interval. In fact, the last time she had actually been in the bathroom that day was… well, too long ago, if the signals from her bladder were any indication. It was a most unwelcome distraction, but she definitely couldn’t do anything about it right now, not when they might finally get some answers from Akechi. Makoto was giving it her best shot to pry something out of him, though he remained tight-lipped in his weirdly friendly manner as usual. The least she could do was give the panel her undivided attention, even if it was more divided than she desired. “Mako-chan’s really pressing for an answer,” she whispered to Futaba, the other Phantom Thief sitting next to her. It might have been stating the obvious, but anything to keep her focused on the truly pressing matter at hand. “She’s pelting him with questions,” replied Futaba. For a moment, Haru wondered if her friend was doing the same thing to stay on task. Maybe she would have somebody to visit the bathroom with once this was over… Haru shook her head. Another distracting thought she didn’t need, especially if it made her bladder send off another unpleasant throb. Her legs tightened in response, and she let out another faint whimper, but quickly tried to turn her attention back to the stage. “...If the Phantom Thieves are the ones I know of, I can’t possibly imagine they would kill anyone.” Both Haru and Futaba gasped simultaneously. There was no way she could let herself be distracted now, not after such a dramatic and bold line from Akechi. On-stage, Makoto was quick to the response. “Your comment just now… Does this mean the police have already identified who they are?” “Oh, no.” Akechi frowned. “The police haven’t gotten that far yet, but I have my own conclusions about the true identities of the Phantom Thieves.” In an instant, the auditorium was abuzz with excited murmurs and whispers. Haru even thought she could hear Ryuji blurting something out from the railings above the bleachers. “He’s lying, right?” she asked, not quite able to comprehend it herself. Futaba shook her head. “But if it’s the truth…” Haru could feel her heart fluttering in her chest with anxiety, a feeling not unlike the first time she accidentally stepped into the Metaverse itself. So many questions and worries filled her mind, yet all she could do was sit and wait for the answers to reveal themselves. “I’d like to ask you then,” spoke Makoto, “Who do you think the Phantom Thieves are, Akechi-san?” Akechi looked Makoto right in the eyes. “They’re people you all know quite well. The identity of the Phantom Thieves are-” Suddenly, several beeps went off over the microphone. Akechi dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. “Oh, it’s mine,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I apologize for the interruption, but I can’t turn off my phone due to my job. Would you mind if I step away for about ten minutes or so?” The excitement in the air immediately turned into frustration and disappointment, but Haru couldn’t blame anybody. Those same feelings plagued her as well, almost making her wish for the anxiety in her heart again. She sighed and looked down at her crossed legs. Maybe there was a silver lining to this, she realized. Ten minutes was enough time to get up, quickly use the nearby bathrooms, and be seated before Akechi likely returned. That way, she could give this dilemma the attention it deserved. Being rid of this pressure would be quite nice, too. But just when she made her mind up, Haru’s phone buzzed from inside her jacket. At the same time, Futaba pulled her own phone out, and Haru knew it couldn’t be coincidence and did the same. She had a text from Makoto in the Thieves’ group chat. “Akechi wants us to meet with him. PE faculty room. Please hurry.” “M-meet with Akechi-kun?” Haru’s heart sank. Out of the corner of her ear, she definitely heard Ryuji exclaim something. “Wait, what’s going on?” Futaba stared at her own screen. “Is he gonna try using police interrogation techniques on us? Ugh, I don’t have a pushpin on me, either!” Haru raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. Futaba could be… interesting sometimes. “I don’t know, but we should meet up right away.” “Maybe I can just bite my tongue really hard,” mumbled Futaba before putting her phone away and standing up. “Alright, lead the way, Haru!” she declared with a fierce look in her eyes. Giving a nod, Haru uncrossed her legs and stood up, wincing a little from her bloated bladder shifting. Only now did she realize her plan to pee during this break would not be happening, but again, she couldn’t complain. Something far more important had come up, and she had a duty to see it through no matter what. And she thought she had a lot on her plate before. Haru stood in the hallway outside the auditorium, her arms crossed and head tilted as she was lost in thought yet again. The meeting with Akechi had come and gone, but she was still trying to process what it would mean for the Thieves. Though she hadn’t been a part of them for long, it seemed like every time they tried to find a way out of their problems, they only ended up even deeper in trouble. Once again, all they could do was try and find some way to occupy themselves while they awaited whatever new development was in store for them. "Oh?" Right as she thought this, Haru rediscovered something that she definitely could devote her current time to: finding the nearest bathroom. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, Haru placed a hand to her groin and rubbed one leg in front of the other. In all the drama, she had somehow forgotten all about her toilet troubles until now. This was nothing new to her; growing up as a trophy daughter for a powerful CEO forced her to learn how to appear perfect and proper at all times. Holding her pee for much longer than she ever wanted was part of this, as even asking to use the bathroom was something her father frowned upon deeply when in the presence of other rich, high-class socialites. Eventually, she learned to hide the pain of a full bladder as well as all the other grief of her upbringing. But she wasn't at another gathering full of snooty adults. This was a public school with kids who (hopefully) wouldn’t judge her or her family over this. If she had to pee, there was nothing stopping her from making for the bathroom and relieving herself like a sensible person. "Hey." At least, there hadn’t been. "Hmm?" Haru quickly stood up proper and turned to the person approaching her. She had already picked up the faint smell of coffee and curry to know who it was. "Oh, Ren-kun!" she spoke with a soft smile. He didn’t say anything, but his own smile told her enough. It always struck her as funny how he was able to say so much with so little. That’s probably why he was their leader, after all. Haru had to admit, despite Ren just being a high school kid, she felt a desire to impress him, unlike all those snobs her father would make her talk to. She had to prove herself capable as the newest Phantom Thief in his eyes, and if that meant holding it in just a little longer, she would gladly bear that burden. At least they weren’t going anywhere too important now. The school’s culture festival was just about over, with only an afterparty left on the schedule. It sounded like the sort of casual event Haru needed to help her calm down from today’s drama, and now that Ren was here, there was no need to delay any further. “Shall we get going?” she asked. “I’ve never actually been to the afterparty before. It sounds like it could be good fun!” Ren simply nodded. “Alright, that was a great performance by the dance club! Everybody give them another round of applause!” The MC of the post-festival party’s voice came loud and clear (but mostly loud) through the gym’s speakers. The audience did as instructed, a few handfuls of claps to highlight how much smaller the crowd was compared to the Akechi panel. At least the applause sounded genuine enough, Haru supposed. Truthfully, she found it difficult to focus on the performance, which made her feel a bit down. The way they had moved reminded her of her ballet lessons, specifically where she was constantly told to move as though she were water coursing through a river, gentle but capable of becoming a powerful and unyielding rush at a moment’s notice. Right now, that was the last thing she wanted to be reminded of. “Mmm…” she moaned a little, her thoughts having triggered another painful pulse from her bladder. With every signal, her regret for passing up her chance to pee only grew. It was a good thing she stood near the wall where most of the students would not be focused. She feared that their judging eyes might make her need feel twice as bad. “Something wrong?” Of course, this still left the one person standing next to her. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Yet again, Haru forced herself into a relaxed stance and looked to Ren. “I, er, just can’t stop thinking about what Akechi-kun said.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she guessed. It still lingered in the back of her mind, even if much more pressing matters demanded her attention now. “It’ll be alright,” he replied in his soothing voice. “We’ll pull through this like we always do.” Haru put a hand to her mouth and giggled, despite her bladder wishing she didn’t. “It feels like nothing bad could ever happen when you say that.” This was the whole truth; even while bursting to go and with a lifetime of incarceration hanging above her head, Haru was more at ease than she would have ever guessed. “And now, it’s time for your favorite Shujin tradition: the Student Sharing Special!” “Sharing?” Haru and Ren both looked back to the stage with raised eyebrows. “I never knew we had such an event.” Once more, Haru’s curiosity and modesty proved stronger than her common sense. As a third-year student, this would be her last chance to find out; she simply had to stay. “Alright, who has something to say? Anyone, anyone!?” The crowd buzzed with excitement, but nobody seemed to respond to the MC’s call. “No? I’ll just have to pick someone then!” “Ooh, he’s going to choose?” Haru looked over to Ren. “I wonder who it will be?” She had the silly idea of Ren being the one chosen and barely saying any words, yet still captivating the whole audience. Then again, with his criminal record, that would likely just be wishful thinking. “How about that fluffy-haired girl over there!? I choose you!” “Huh!?” Both Ren and Haru looked back to the stage, finding that some of the crowd were glancing expectantly in their direction. Already, Haru’s heart quivered from the attention, sending signals to make her bladder squeeze harder. If not for her upbringing, she likely would have put her hands to her legs just now. Instead, Haru nervously looked back to Ren. “He’s talking to me, isn’t he?” she asked, already knowing the answer. How many other girls in this school had hair as poofy as hers, after all? “It’s ‘cause you’re cute,” Ren replied with the straightest face imaginable. “Oh!” As if Haru needed anything else to make her heart beat faster, and now she had a light blush to add to her sheepish complexion. She wanted to say something back, but all thought of forming a coherent reply had flown out the window. “Come, come. Everyone’s waiting!” The MC’s voice reminded her of the bigger issue anyway. Right after, she could hear some of the students clapping and beckoning her as well. Her first instinct was to say no and back out of the auditorium as quickly as possible. How could she go on-stage with all these thoughts in her head? Especially not on a bursting bladder, which only felt heavier with this new stress. But as she looked at the eyes of all the students hoping for her to take the stage, the simple word would not leave her lips. Even now as a Phantom Thief, it seemed her new rebellious spirit had given way to her desire to please everybody, if just for this one moment. “I’ll… I’ll go.” She lifted a hand to her chest and nodded to Ren. “You sure about that?” He tilted his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ve had to deal with situations like these before. This shouldn’t be too bad. Maybe even a little f-fun!” Haru didn’t quite believe the last line, but turned and made for the stage. She kept a smile on the outside, but it did little to quell the worries within. It especially didn’t help her need to pee, growing stronger with each little step she took. Her hands remained held together in front of her hips as she walked, applying a gentle pressure to help stem the tide, for the little good it did. “And your name is?” asked the MC as she climbed the stairs, but his eyes grew wide once she finally reached the microphone. “Wait, you’re Okumura-san!?” “Um, yes…” Haru looked out at the audience, their collective gaze focused entirely on her. As she feared, their stares filled her stomach with butterflies, which did her bladder no favors. She wanted to rub her legs together, maybe even shift from one foot to the other, but so many judgmental eyes on her kept them rooted on the platform. The only silver lining was that Ren had taken a seat in the front row, his presence a welcome relief in a sea of emotion. To her surprise, the students applauded her, with even a couple cheering her on. Did she have more friends and well-wishers than she knew, perhaps? It was a comforting thought, if not a likely one. “U-Uhhh…” She wasn’t the only nervous one on the stage anymore. “I’m sure you’re, um… still grieving,” the MC spoke, his voice lacking a bit of his usual bluster. “My, um, deepest apologies.” “Oh, please don’t worry!” She replied. As desperate and nervous as she was, she did not wish this pain on anyone else. The MC paused before nodding. “So uh, do you have anything you’d like to share with us?” I really need the ladies’ room! was the first thing that came to mind, but Haru knew better. Unfortunately, it was the only major thought in her head at the moment. “Something to share… I have too many things,” she lied, her eyes darting among the crowd. “Errr…” The MC scratching his head. “Here, let me give you a question, then: Do you think the Phantom Thieves are really Shujin students?” “Huh!?” It was the wrong question at the wrong time. Caught off-guard, Haru nearly jumped in surprise. This, unfortunately, had a much worse effect on her than she could have expected. Right as her foot returned to the ground, a bit of urine took its chance to slip through her compromised hold. The faintest wet feeling registered in her mind, keeping Haru’s eyes wide open and heart pounding away. Unaware of her little leak, the audience let out a series of scandalous “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s”, some of them leaning in so as not to miss a juicy take from someone of such high esteem. “I mean, they are, uh… your father’s killers,” said the MC. “We’re all dying to know what Akechi-kun was going to say about their true identities.” He leaned in, having apparently forgotten the definition of tact. “So, are they from Shujin? What do you think, Okumura-san?” “Erm…Well...” Haru could feel sweat forming on her brow, her body betraying her underlying panic. How could she even think of a proper response now, especially when she could be on the verge of peeing herself in front of the whole school? All she could think of was how badly she needed to get off the stage right now, before she could humiliate herself in any number of ways, nearly all of them involving staining her tights and undergarments. “Please date me!” “Huh?” For a moment, Haru forgot about all her troubles in the face of such a bold proclamation. She looked to the person who stood and yelled this, only to discover it was none other than Ren himself. “Ohoo!” The MC quickly responded. “Like a hot knife through butter, a proposal cuts through the silence!” “W-wait!” Haru looked with wide-opened eyes at Ren’s unflinching stare. Was he seriously confessing to her now, of all times? This couldn’t be for real, right? Surely there was some underlying reason to his outburst. “So, Okumura-san! What’s your relation to this guy?” the MC asked above the crowd’s cheering. “Th-that wasn’t what we were talking about!” said Haru, shaking her head to hide the growing blush on her face. “My, she’s quite flustered! Is this a hot scoop?” He turned back to the audience. “But I’m a gentleman. It hurts my heart to bully such a sweet girl!” Somewhere in the back of her mind, the faint hope that she was about to leave the stage lit up. Please let me go now, she begged, I can’t take this any longer! “Well, did you all enjoy your blushing beauty? Thank you very much, Okumura-san!” While the audience groaned, Haru could not feel more relieved. “Th-thank you very much!” she quickly muttered into the mic before turning and departing. If Ren was expecting her to come right back to him, Haru had to disappoint. Stepping off the stage, she made a break for the doors leading out of the auditorium and into the adjacent halls. As the door shut behind her and she was free from all the many stares, Haru finally abandoned all traces of elegance, shoving both hands right into her groin and locking her legs together from the knees up. “Oohhh,” she moaned in pain. The stress had affected her poor bladder far worse than she could have anticipated. She had reached her limit, and could not put off her needs any longer. She was going to pee very soon, with or without her consent. With another whimper, Haru forced herself to walk down the hall, her goal being the closest bathroom. Just a couple corners to turn and she would be there, free to pee at long last. But with every step taken, she felt her hold slipping away and failure seeming more inevitable. Just keep walking, she told herself, One step in front of the other. You have to hold on, you have to… aaah! Suddenly, that small wetness from before grew to a frightening size, forcing her to a complete stop. She could feel it on her fingertips, the spurt having gone through her underwear and into her tights, a single drop even sliding down one leg. “No, no, no!” Haru clamped her entire body down as hard as she could, pushing her hips back to the point that she was nearly doubled over. Her eyelids shut so hard, she could feel tears trying to push through from all the physical and emotional pressure inside. It wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. She could not take another step without giving up the last bit of strength needed to keep it all in. This was it for her; no escape from a miserable fate, only this one would be brought all on herself. “I… I’m gonna…” “Haru?” “H-Huh?” She could only open her eyes and look to both the voice and approaching footsteps. Not only was Ren here but Makoto as well, both looking full of worry at their pained friend. “W-what’s wrong?” Makoto walked up to her, hands reaching out. “Ren told me you weren’t looking good, but…” “I…” Unable to form any other speech, Haru’s eyes darted between her friends. While Makoto still contained a hint of fear in her eyes, Ren’s changed to one of epiphany, as if to say “Wait, is she about to…?” Their looks were the last thing needed to break her. Haru could only gasp as she felt her strength fully give out. It began slowly enough, just a slight dribble spreading throughout her undergarments until they were fully saturated at the crotch. From there, if one were positioned underneath her, they could see a small wet patch suddenly spread out from her tights, like dark tendrils snaking across the white fabric. They reached out in every way possible as they made their way down, covering her thighs, legs, feet, and even her rump thanks to the angle of her body. Even with so much moving within the confines of her leggings, even more shot straight through at the crotch, creating an erratic stream surrounded by broken drops all falling straight to the wooden floor. Such a waterfall of off-color gold inevitably led to a noisy piddle once it met the ground, forming a puddle that did not take long to spread from foot to foot. It was here that all three present lowered their heads and were awakened to the truth, most of all Haru. A rich girl of high esteem was peeing herself in the school hallway like a toddler. “Aaah!?” Makoto clapped her hands to her mouth and took a step back out of shock. Ren did as well, averting his gaze so as to give her a modicum of privacy in such a disgraceful moment. Not that it did much good, with both the faint smell of urine and the noises of both pee hitting the ground and the hiss coming from the source. Haru couldn't respond, her whole body having gone rigid from sheer embarrassment. All she could manage were shallow breaths, punctuated occasionally with a whimper when she felt the gross, warm wetness taint another part of her. Her accident seemed to go on forever, yet it was over as quickly as it began. Her stream died off with only residual drops falling to the large puddle, testament that she had reached the very limits of her large capacity. “Oh… Ooohhh…” Haru’s moans were filled with emotion, the relief of having an empty bladder again mixed with the humiliation of it all going into her clothes in front of her friends. She looked with wide, vulnerable eyes at her friends. How was she ever going to explain herself, especially when the verge of tears? "I'm… so sorry…" To her surprise, Makoto was quick to gently lay her hands on Haru's shoulders and offer a smile. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can talk." She then looked to Ren and asked, "Can you look for a custodian? I need to get Haru-chan to the nurse's office." Ren simply nodded. From there, Haru let herself be led on a walk of shame to the infirmary. Every step felt uncomfortable, from the cold cling of her tights to the squish in her shoes, and the lingering smell only made it worse. She kept her head low, not wanting to even know if there were others pointing and gawking at her. If there were, at least they were keeping quiet about it. The next few minutes went by in a blur for her. She remembered entering the office and the nurse not being in, then the embarrassment that was stripping out of her bottoms and scrubbing up with a washcloth. Now, she sat on a bed behind a curtain, her legs bare and clad in a spare pair of emergency panties, ready to sulk in her shame for the rest of time, or at least until her servant arrived with a fresh change of clothes. “How are you feeling?” Haru perked up and looked to Makoto as she stepped around the curtain. “I… don’t know what to say.” “That’s fair. It wasn’t the best question, given the circumstances.” Makoto glanced to the empty part of the bed. “May I take a seat?” “Um… s-sure.” Haru scooched over and let Makoto sit down, feeling the mattress sink next to her. She kept her glance affixed to her stained clothes draped over a rack nearby. It was easier to stare at this reminder of her accident than it was to look at her friend right now. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” “Huh?” This was enough to make Haru make eye contact. “Let’s be honest, things have not been easy for everyone, especially not today,” started Makoto, “But even so, I should have reached out to you, at least remind you that we’re all here to support each other.” “Oh, please don’t apologize, Mako-chan,” said Haru, shaking her head. “It was my fault for keeping all this bottled up. It’s just everyone had so much to worry about, I didn’t want them to have to worry about me either.” She lowered her head and sighed. “But maybe I wasn’t as together as I thought.” Makoto stared at the stained clothes, her eyes zoning out as she was lost in thought. “Well, at least this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to the Phantom Thieves.” “I know. Ren told me you all have been through a lot before I joined.” “Actually, I was talking more about, erm, this particular mishap.” “Hmm?” Yet again, Haru looked at Makoto with a raised eyebrow. A blush appeared on the usually stoic Makoto’s cheeks. “Can you promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room?” “What are you about to tell me, Mako-chan?” “Y-You didn’t!” Haru stared gobsmacked at her friend, hands covering her mouth. Makoto sighed. “Unfortunately, I did. Right on Sojiro’s carpet, in front of all my friends. I let my pride get in the way of my common sense, and it cost me my dignity. Not to mention a good pair of pants.” “Oh my goodness…” Haru looked down at her own bare legs. “I still have a hard time believing it, myself,” said Makoto, rubbing her head, “But it helped me learn to be more open with the others.” “I see.” Haru stood up and walked to the nearby window, her back turned to Makoto. “Um, thank you for sharing with me.” “You’re welcome. I hope it made you feel a little bit better, at least.” “A little bit. It’s kind of strange, actually.” “Strange? How so?” To this, Haru turned around, her face sporting a little smile. “I know we’re still in the middle of a tough spot, but for the first time, it feels like we’ll actually pull through it, and not just because Ren-kun says we will.” Makoto giggled as she stood to join Haru. “Well, I guess a good attitude is the best thing we can have right now.” Haru found herself agreeing on the inside. Today had not gone at all like how she had expected, but in spite of everything, she couldn’t deny the optimism. It wouldn’t be easy, but she felt that someday, she could forget this accident and face the world like a true beauty again. (A/N: Before you ask, yes, I've already written about Makoto's unfortunate incident at Sojiro's house here. Also, in regards to the change in how I format my titles, well, I decided I've been writing long enough to quit aping Captain L's format and try my own. I kinda like it, actually. Anyway, consider me on a writing break starting now. When will I be back to writing? Whenever I get inspiration again, whether that be from coming up with my own good idea, or hearing a reeeaaaaalllly good commission idea. I'll still be lurking and occasionally posting here and on several Discord servers, so feel free to chat me up if you'd like.)
  9. A Beauty Under Pressure Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder Commissioned by Infecteddeer12 With thanks to Sake for editing Warning: Contains story spoilers past the fifth palace "Well then, we will now begin today's panel." The audience of students inside Shujin Academy’s auditorium fell silent as Makoto spoke into the microphone from the stage. It was a tad stuffy for an October afternoon, especially with everyone crammed together, but nobody paid it any mind while they looked towards the stage. “Our guest of honor is Goro Akechi,” continued Makoto, glancing to the podium where the young ace detective resided. Akechi gave a sheepish smile to the whole crowd as he spoke. “I feel kind of bad, considering how many people have gathered. I’m sure you all would’ve been happier to have a singer or a mascot appear, wouldn’t you say?” The audience broke out in laughter, but Makoto remained stoic. “We’d appreciate it if you could tell us about your experience with the notorious Phantom Thieves. It’d be wonderful if you could let us hear more about your actual investigative process.” Her words could not have been any truer, not just for the students but for the Phantom Thieves themselves. Perhaps no one in the audience was more eager to know than Haru Okumura, who sat only a couple rows from the front. As the Thieves’ newest member, she had just as much to lose as the rest, especially now when they had officially been deemed criminals. The public had turned against them seemingly overnight, and the police were hot on their heels with their investigations. With them treading such dangerous waters, Haru certainly had a lot to worry about, to say nothing of another recent major event. Only a couple weeks had passed since she lost her father, the CEO of a worldwide food brand and the most recent target for the Phantom Thieves. Whether they were truly to blame for his demise remained to be seen, but it still weighed heavily on her mind, even if it didn’t leave her grieving as much as she expected. She needed to learn the truth of what had really happened, so she would do her best as the gang’s self-proclaimed Beauty Thief. “Mmm…” Speaking of things weighing heavily on her, Haru crossed one leg over the other, her frown deepening a tad. In all the rush and suspense leading up to the panel today, she had been fully focused on her duty. A little too much, it seemed, for she had completely forgotten to tend to other important things, namely using the ladies’ room at a reasonable interval. In fact, the last time she had actually been in the bathroom that day was… well, too long ago, if the signals from her bladder were any indication. It was a most unwelcome distraction, but she definitely couldn’t do anything about it right now, not when they might finally get some answers from Akechi. Makoto was giving it her best shot to pry something out of him, though he remained tight-lipped in his weirdly friendly manner as usual. The least she could do was give the panel her undivided attention, even if it was more divided than she desired. “Mako-chan’s really pressing for an answer,” she whispered to Futaba, the other Phantom Thief sitting next to her. It might have been stating the obvious, but anything to keep her focused on the truly pressing matter at hand. “She’s pelting him with questions,” replied Futaba. For a moment, Haru wondered if her friend was doing the same thing to stay on task. Maybe she would have somebody to visit the bathroom with once this was over… Haru shook her head. Another distracting thought she didn’t need, especially if it made her bladder send off another unpleasant throb. Her legs tightened in response, and she let out another faint whimper, but quickly tried to turn her attention back to the stage. “...If the Phantom Thieves are the ones I know of, I can’t possibly imagine they would kill anyone.” Both Haru and Futaba gasped simultaneously. There was no way she could let herself be distracted now, not after such a dramatic and bold line from Akechi. On-stage, Makoto was quick to the response. “Your comment just now… Does this mean the police have already identified who they are?” “Oh, no.” Akechi frowned. “The police haven’t gotten that far yet, but I have my own conclusions about the true identities of the Phantom Thieves.” In an instant, the auditorium was abuzz with excited murmurs and whispers. Haru even thought she could hear Ryuji blurting something out from the railings above the bleachers. “He’s lying, right?” she asked, not quite able to comprehend it herself. Futaba shook her head. “But if it’s the truth…” Haru could feel her heart fluttering in her chest with anxiety, a feeling not unlike the first time she accidentally stepped into the Metaverse itself. So many questions and worries filled her mind, yet all she could do was sit and wait for the answers to reveal themselves. “I’d like to ask you then,” spoke Makoto, “Who do you think the Phantom Thieves are, Akechi-san?” Akechi looked Makoto right in the eyes. “They’re people you all know quite well. The identity of the Phantom Thieves are-” Suddenly, several beeps went off over the microphone. Akechi dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone. “Oh, it’s mine,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I apologize for the interruption, but I can’t turn off my phone due to my job. Would you mind if I step away for about ten minutes or so?” The excitement in the air immediately turned into frustration and disappointment, but Haru couldn’t blame anybody. Those same feelings plagued her as well, almost making her wish for the anxiety in her heart again. She sighed and looked down at her crossed legs. Maybe there was a silver lining to this, she realized. Ten minutes was enough time to get up, quickly use the nearby bathrooms, and be seated before Akechi likely returned. That way, she could give this dilemma the attention it deserved. Being rid of this pressure would be quite nice, too. But just when she made her mind up, Haru’s phone buzzed from inside her jacket. At the same time, Futaba pulled her own phone out, and Haru knew it couldn’t be coincidence and did the same. She had a text from Makoto in the Thieves’ group chat. “Akechi wants us to meet with him. PE faculty room. Please hurry.” “M-meet with Akechi-kun?” Haru’s heart sank. Out of the corner of her ear, she definitely heard Ryuji exclaim something. “Wait, what’s going on?” Futaba stared at her own screen. “Is he gonna try using police interrogation techniques on us? Ugh, I don’t have a pushpin on me, either!” Haru raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. Futaba could be… interesting sometimes. “I don’t know, but we should meet up right away.” “Maybe I can just bite my tongue really hard,” mumbled Futaba before putting her phone away and standing up. “Alright, lead the way, Haru!” she declared with a fierce look in her eyes. Giving a nod, Haru uncrossed her legs and stood up, wincing a little from her bloated bladder shifting. Only now did she realize her plan to pee during this break would not be happening, but again, she couldn’t complain. Something far more important had come up, and she had a duty to see it through no matter what. And she thought she had a lot on her plate before. Haru stood in the hallway outside the auditorium, her arms crossed and head tilted as she was lost in thought yet again. The meeting with Akechi had come and gone, but she was still trying to process what it would mean for the Thieves. Though she hadn’t been a part of them for long, it seemed like every time they tried to find a way out of their problems, they only ended up even deeper in trouble. Once again, all they could do was try and find some way to occupy themselves while they awaited whatever new development was in store for them. "Oh?" Right as she thought this, Haru rediscovered something that she definitely could devote her current time to: finding the nearest bathroom. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, Haru placed a hand to her groin and rubbed one leg in front of the other. In all the drama, she had somehow forgotten all about her toilet troubles until now. This was nothing new to her; growing up as a trophy daughter for a powerful CEO forced her to learn how to appear perfect and proper at all times. Holding her pee for much longer than she ever wanted was part of this, as even asking to use the bathroom was something her father frowned upon deeply when in the presence of other rich, high-class socialites. Eventually, she learned to hide the pain of a full bladder as well as all the other grief of her upbringing. But she wasn't at another gathering full of snooty adults. This was a public school with kids who (hopefully) wouldn’t judge her or her family over this. If she had to pee, there was nothing stopping her from making for the bathroom and relieving herself like a sensible person. "Hey." At least, there hadn’t been. "Hmm?" Haru quickly stood up proper and turned to the person approaching her. She had already picked up the faint smell of coffee and curry to know who it was. "Oh, Ren-kun!" she spoke with a soft smile. He didn’t say anything, but his own smile told her enough. It always struck her as funny how he was able to say so much with so little. That’s probably why he was their leader, after all. Haru had to admit, despite Ren just being a high school kid, she felt a desire to impress him, unlike all those snobs her father would make her talk to. She had to prove herself capable as the newest Phantom Thief in his eyes, and if that meant holding it in just a little longer, she would gladly bear that burden. At least they weren’t going anywhere too important now. The school’s culture festival was just about over, with only an afterparty left on the schedule. It sounded like the sort of casual event Haru needed to help her calm down from today’s drama, and now that Ren was here, there was no need to delay any further. “Shall we get going?” she asked. “I’ve never actually been to the afterparty before. It sounds like it could be good fun!” Ren simply nodded. “Alright, that was a great performance by the dance club! Everybody give them another round of applause!” The MC of the post-festival party’s voice came loud and clear (but mostly loud) through the gym’s speakers. The audience did as instructed, a few handfuls of claps to highlight how much smaller the crowd was compared to the Akechi panel. At least the applause sounded genuine enough, Haru supposed. Truthfully, she found it difficult to focus on the performance, which made her feel a bit down. The way they had moved reminded her of her ballet lessons, specifically where she was constantly told to move as though she were water coursing through a river, gentle but capable of becoming a powerful and unyielding rush at a moment’s notice. Right now, that was the last thing she wanted to be reminded of. “Mmm…” she moaned a little, her thoughts having triggered another painful pulse from her bladder. With every signal, her regret for passing up her chance to pee only grew. It was a good thing she stood near the wall where most of the students would not be focused. She feared that their judging eyes might make her need feel twice as bad. “Something wrong?” Of course, this still left the one person standing next to her. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Yet again, Haru forced herself into a relaxed stance and looked to Ren. “I, er, just can’t stop thinking about what Akechi-kun said.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she guessed. It still lingered in the back of her mind, even if much more pressing matters demanded her attention now. “It’ll be alright,” he replied in his soothing voice. “We’ll pull through this like we always do.” Haru put a hand to her mouth and giggled, despite her bladder wishing she didn’t. “It feels like nothing bad could ever happen when you say that.” This was the whole truth; even while bursting to go and with a lifetime of incarceration hanging above her head, Haru was more at ease than she would have ever guessed. “And now, it’s time for your favorite Shujin tradition: the Student Sharing Special!” “Sharing?” Haru and Ren both looked back to the stage with raised eyebrows. “I never knew we had such an event.” Once more, Haru’s curiosity and modesty proved stronger than her common sense. As a third-year student, this would be her last chance to find out; she simply had to stay. “Alright, who has something to say? Anyone, anyone!?” The crowd buzzed with excitement, but nobody seemed to respond to the MC’s call. “No? I’ll just have to pick someone then!” “Ooh, he’s going to choose?” Haru looked over to Ren. “I wonder who it will be?” She had the silly idea of Ren being the one chosen and barely saying any words, yet still captivating the whole audience. Then again, with his criminal record, that would likely just be wishful thinking. “How about that fluffy-haired girl over there!? I choose you!” “Huh!?” Both Ren and Haru looked back to the stage, finding that some of the crowd were glancing expectantly in their direction. Already, Haru’s heart quivered from the attention, sending signals to make her bladder squeeze harder. If not for her upbringing, she likely would have put her hands to her legs just now. Instead, Haru nervously looked back to Ren. “He’s talking to me, isn’t he?” she asked, already knowing the answer. How many other girls in this school had hair as poofy as hers, after all? “It’s ‘cause you’re cute,” Ren replied with the straightest face imaginable. “Oh!” As if Haru needed anything else to make her heart beat faster, and now she had a light blush to add to her sheepish complexion. She wanted to say something back, but all thought of forming a coherent reply had flown out the window. “Come, come. Everyone’s waiting!” The MC’s voice reminded her of the bigger issue anyway. Right after, she could hear some of the students clapping and beckoning her as well. Her first instinct was to say no and back out of the auditorium as quickly as possible. How could she go on-stage with all these thoughts in her head? Especially not on a bursting bladder, which only felt heavier with this new stress. But as she looked at the eyes of all the students hoping for her to take the stage, the simple word would not leave her lips. Even now as a Phantom Thief, it seemed her new rebellious spirit had given way to her desire to please everybody, if just for this one moment. “I’ll… I’ll go.” She lifted a hand to her chest and nodded to Ren. “You sure about that?” He tilted his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ve had to deal with situations like these before. This shouldn’t be too bad. Maybe even a little f-fun!” Haru didn’t quite believe the last line, but turned and made for the stage. She kept a smile on the outside, but it did little to quell the worries within. It especially didn’t help her need to pee, growing stronger with each little step she took. Her hands remained held together in front of her hips as she walked, applying a gentle pressure to help stem the tide, for the little good it did. “And your name is?” asked the MC as she climbed the stairs, but his eyes grew wide once she finally reached the microphone. “Wait, you’re Okumura-san!?” “Um, yes…” Haru looked out at the audience, their collective gaze focused entirely on her. As she feared, their stares filled her stomach with butterflies, which did her bladder no favors. She wanted to rub her legs together, maybe even shift from one foot to the other, but so many judgmental eyes on her kept them rooted on the platform. The only silver lining was that Ren had taken a seat in the front row, his presence a welcome relief in a sea of emotion. To her surprise, the students applauded her, with even a couple cheering her on. Did she have more friends and well-wishers than she knew, perhaps? It was a comforting thought, if not a likely one. “U-Uhhh…” She wasn’t the only nervous one on the stage anymore. “I’m sure you’re, um… still grieving,” the MC spoke, his voice lacking a bit of his usual bluster. “My, um, deepest apologies.” “Oh, please don’t worry!” She replied. As desperate and nervous as she was, she did not wish this pain on anyone else. The MC paused before nodding. “So uh, do you have anything you’d like to share with us?” I really need the ladies’ room! was the first thing that came to mind, but Haru knew better. Unfortunately, it was the only major thought in her head at the moment. “Something to share… I have too many things,” she lied, her eyes darting among the crowd. “Errr…” The MC scratching his head. “Here, let me give you a question, then: Do you think the Phantom Thieves are really Shujin students?” “Huh!?” It was the wrong question at the wrong time. Caught off-guard, Haru nearly jumped in surprise. This, unfortunately, had a much worse effect on her than she could have expected. Right as her foot returned to the ground, a bit of urine took its chance to slip through her compromised hold. The faintest wet feeling registered in her mind, keeping Haru’s eyes wide open and heart pounding away. Unaware of her little leak, the audience let out a series of scandalous “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s”, some of them leaning in so as not to miss a juicy take from someone of such high esteem. “I mean, they are, uh… your father’s killers,” said the MC. “We’re all dying to know what Akechi-kun was going to say about their true identities.” He leaned in, having apparently forgotten the definition of tact. “So, are they from Shujin? What do you think, Okumura-san?” “Erm…Well...” Haru could feel sweat forming on her brow, her body betraying her underlying panic. How could she even think of a proper response now, especially when she could be on the verge of peeing herself in front of the whole school? All she could think of was how badly she needed to get off the stage right now, before she could humiliate herself in any number of ways, nearly all of them involving staining her tights and undergarments. “Please date me!” “Huh?” For a moment, Haru forgot about all her troubles in the face of such a bold proclamation. She looked to the person who stood and yelled this, only to discover it was none other than Ren himself. “Ohoo!” The MC quickly responded. “Like a hot knife through butter, a proposal cuts through the silence!” “W-wait!” Haru looked with wide-opened eyes at Ren’s unflinching stare. Was he seriously confessing to her now, of all times? This couldn’t be for real, right? Surely there was some underlying reason to his outburst. “So, Okumura-san! What’s your relation to this guy?” the MC asked above the crowd’s cheering. “Th-that wasn’t what we were talking about!” said Haru, shaking her head to hide the growing blush on her face. “My, she’s quite flustered! Is this a hot scoop?” He turned back to the audience. “But I’m a gentleman. It hurts my heart to bully such a sweet girl!” Somewhere in the back of her mind, the faint hope that she was about to leave the stage lit up. Please let me go now, she begged, I can’t take this any longer! “Well, did you all enjoy your blushing beauty? Thank you very much, Okumura-san!” While the audience groaned, Haru could not feel more relieved. “Th-thank you very much!” she quickly muttered into the mic before turning and departing. If Ren was expecting her to come right back to him, Haru had to disappoint. Stepping off the stage, she made a break for the doors leading out of the auditorium and into the adjacent halls. As the door shut behind her and she was free from all the many stares, Haru finally abandoned all traces of elegance, shoving both hands right into her groin and locking her legs together from the knees up. “Oohhh,” she moaned in pain. The stress had affected her poor bladder far worse than she could have anticipated. She had reached her limit, and could not put off her needs any longer. She was going to pee very soon, with or without her consent. With another whimper, Haru forced herself to walk down the hall, her goal being the closest bathroom. Just a couple corners to turn and she would be there, free to pee at long last. But with every step taken, she felt her hold slipping away and failure seeming more inevitable. Just keep walking, she told herself, One step in front of the other. You have to hold on, you have to… aaah! Suddenly, that small wetness from before grew to a frightening size, forcing her to a complete stop. She could feel it on her fingertips, the spurt having gone through her underwear and into her tights, a single drop even sliding down one leg. “No, no, no!” Haru clamped her entire body down as hard as she could, pushing her hips back to the point that she was nearly doubled over. Her eyelids shut so hard, she could feel tears trying to push through from all the physical and emotional pressure inside. It wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. She could not take another step without giving up the last bit of strength needed to keep it all in. This was it for her; no escape from a miserable fate, only this one would be brought all on herself. “I… I’m gonna…” “Haru?” “H-Huh?” She could only open her eyes and look to both the voice and approaching footsteps. Not only was Ren here but Makoto as well, both looking full of worry at their pained friend. “W-what’s wrong?” Makoto walked up to her, hands reaching out. “Ren told me you weren’t looking good, but…” “I…” Unable to form any other speech, Haru’s eyes darted between her friends. While Makoto still contained a hint of fear in her eyes, Ren’s changed to one of epiphany, as if to say “Wait, is she about to…?” Their looks were the last thing needed to break her. Haru could only gasp as she felt her strength fully give out. It began slowly enough, just a slight dribble spreading throughout her undergarments until they were fully saturated at the crotch. From there, if one were positioned underneath her, they could see a small wet patch suddenly spread out from her tights, like dark tendrils snaking across the white fabric. They reached out in every way possible as they made their way down, covering her thighs, legs, feet, and even her rump thanks to the angle of her body. Even with so much moving within the confines of her leggings, even more shot straight through at the crotch, creating an erratic stream surrounded by broken drops all falling straight to the wooden floor. Such a waterfall of off-color gold inevitably led to a noisy piddle once it met the ground, forming a puddle that did not take long to spread from foot to foot. It was here that all three present lowered their heads and were awakened to the truth, most of all Haru. A rich girl of high esteem was peeing herself in the school hallway like a toddler. “Aaah!?” Makoto clapped her hands to her mouth and took a step back out of shock. Ren did as well, averting his gaze so as to give her a modicum of privacy in such a disgraceful moment. Not that it did much good, with both the faint smell of urine and the noises of both pee hitting the ground and the hiss coming from the source. Haru couldn't respond, her whole body having gone rigid from sheer embarrassment. All she could manage were shallow breaths, punctuated occasionally with a whimper when she felt the gross, warm wetness taint another part of her. Her accident seemed to go on forever, yet it was over as quickly as it began. Her stream died off with only residual drops falling to the large puddle, testament that she had reached the very limits of her large capacity. “Oh… Ooohhh…” Haru’s moans were filled with emotion, the relief of having an empty bladder again mixed with the humiliation of it all going into her clothes in front of her friends. She looked with wide, vulnerable eyes at her friends. How was she ever going to explain herself, especially when the verge of tears? "I'm… so sorry…" To her surprise, Makoto was quick to gently lay her hands on Haru's shoulders and offer a smile. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can talk." She then looked to Ren and asked, "Can you look for a custodian? I need to get Haru-chan to the nurse's office." Ren simply nodded. From there, Haru let herself be led on a walk of shame to the infirmary. Every step felt uncomfortable, from the cold cling of her tights to the squish in her shoes, and the lingering smell only made it worse. She kept her head low, not wanting to even know if there were others pointing and gawking at her. If there were, at least they were keeping quiet about it. The next few minutes went by in a blur for her. She remembered entering the office and the nurse not being in, then the embarrassment that was stripping out of her bottoms and scrubbing up with a washcloth. Now, she sat on a bed behind a curtain, her legs bare and clad in a spare pair of emergency panties, ready to sulk in her shame for the rest of time, or at least until her servant arrived with a fresh change of clothes. “How are you feeling?” Haru perked up and looked to Makoto as she stepped around the curtain. “I… don’t know what to say.” “That’s fair. It wasn’t the best question, given the circumstances.” Makoto glanced to the empty part of the bed. “May I take a seat?” “Um… s-sure.” Haru scooched over and let Makoto sit down, feeling the mattress sink next to her. She kept her glance affixed to her stained clothes draped over a rack nearby. It was easier to stare at this reminder of her accident than it was to look at her friend right now. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” “Huh?” This was enough to make Haru make eye contact. “Let’s be honest, things have not been easy for everyone, especially not today,” started Makoto, “But even so, I should have reached out to you, at least remind you that we’re all here to support each other.” “Oh, please don’t apologize, Mako-chan,” said Haru, shaking her head. “It was my fault for keeping all this bottled up. It’s just everyone had so much to worry about, I didn’t want them to have to worry about me either.” She lowered her head and sighed. “But maybe I wasn’t as together as I thought.” Makoto stared at the stained clothes, her eyes zoning out as she was lost in thought. “Well, at least this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to the Phantom Thieves.” “I know. Ren told me you all have been through a lot before I joined.” “Actually, I was talking more about, erm, this particular mishap.” “Hmm?” Yet again, Haru looked at Makoto with a raised eyebrow. A blush appeared on the usually stoic Makoto’s cheeks. “Can you promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room?” “What are you about to tell me, Mako-chan?” “Y-You didn’t!” Haru stared gobsmacked at her friend, hands covering her mouth. Makoto sighed. “Unfortunately, I did. Right on Sojiro’s carpet, in front of all my friends. I let my pride get in the way of my common sense, and it cost me my dignity. Not to mention a good pair of pants.” “Oh my goodness…” Haru looked down at her own bare legs. “I still have a hard time believing it, myself,” said Makoto, rubbing her head, “But it helped me learn to be more open with the others.” “I see.” Haru stood up and walked to the nearby window, her back turned to Makoto. “Um, thank you for sharing with me.” “You’re welcome. I hope it made you feel a little bit better, at least.” “A little bit. It’s kind of strange, actually.” “Strange? How so?” To this, Haru turned around, her face sporting a little smile. “I know we’re still in the middle of a tough spot, but for the first time, it feels like we’ll actually pull through it, and not just because Ren-kun says we will.” Makoto giggled as she stood to join Haru. “Well, I guess a good attitude is the best thing we can have right now.” Haru found herself agreeing on the inside. Today had not gone at all like how she had expected, but in spite of everything, she couldn’t deny the optimism. It wouldn’t be easy, but she felt that someday, she could forget this accident and face the world like a true beauty again. (A/N: Before you ask, yes, I've already written about Makoto's unfortunate incident at Sojiro's house here. Also, in regards to the change in how I format my titles, well, I decided I've been writing long enough to quit aping Captain L's format and try my own. I kinda like it, actually. Anyway, consider me on a writing break starting now. When will I be back to writing? Whenever I get inspiration again, whether that be from coming up with my own good idea, or hearing a reeeaaaaalllly good commission idea. I'll still be lurking and occasionally posting here and on several Discord servers, so feel free to chat me up if you'd like.)
  10. The Black-Light District.... A subsidiary of the Magic Academy as a whole.... The air smells strongly of disinfectant, and an unnatural cleanliness. The area, at least initially, seems to be illuminated by a dim light...Brighter than candlelight, but not quite at the level of a few well placed lamps...As if the lighting itself wants to leave the area.... After a few minutes of exposure to the uncomfortable air, the area starts to brighten up.... Yet, the same overly-clean smell pervades the senses for a while longer. It almost feels like a hospital... Especially as several of the doors open....A few, barely cracked....some opened halfway......Yet, the inviting light doesn't seem to permeate the deep shadows in the door frames... Save for the bright, watchful eyes that peek out at you.... Moving..Staring... following... Unblinking glares, as you pace your way down the halls... None of the doors opening fully....A few of them even creaking shut.... Doing absolutely nothing for the nerves, or anxiety such an area brings. At the end of the hallway merely leads to a left-or-right junction, heading you further into the district. A note fished from a pocket tells you to go left, right, and then left..... Prompting you to make your turn.... And suddenly notice the hall you were in fade from the corner of your view..... The path behind you shifting to a diagonal one, from it's prior setup. An...uncomfortable shift in perspective... Or one of the many Defense mechanisms you'd heard about..? Pacing down the hall, you see a few girls standing outside of their rooms, speaking in hushed tones... More stares gazing over you... Not as a stranger, but the way someone looks at a bug on their wall... Or, a piece of refuse..... Less than human.. Less than animal... You appear to be less than nothing to them, as you keep going... Taking the first right you get to... The area behind you fading again.... As you make a lengthier trip, pressing forward.... And seeing a line of girls, standing straight... In identical uniforms to one another... As they await outside of a door with a familiar ladies room sign on it... The bathroom, you imagine.... Some girls are shifting ever so slightly.. Some are glancing forward, with bitten lower lips... And some of them are pale, with hands clenching their stomachs..... You decide it's best not to be caught staring, and make your way to the last junction... Taking another left, as you come to a pair of....refreshingly blue doors. It seems almost like the material is made up of something soft, as you glance down at the note... The text on it having changed. [You're there] .... You take a breath of the uncomfortable air you just now realize is fading... Gasping as if you'd just emerged from being submerged.... As you push open the doors to see... .... The bottom of an ocean? You see windows behind a large desk, with deep, blue waters behind it... A singular, folded note on the desk. You step forward, glancing down at it... As you look over the text. [Be back in two minutes: Get Comfortable] You ponder how long that two minutes will actually be... but, this gives you time to center your thoughts.... And recollect some parts about yourself... ========================================================================================================================== [Black Light District: Character Creation Generator! (This will be your main character for the Black-Light District of Magic academy! Please fill out accordingly, and a general consensus will be reached out of several votes...) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight: (Are you Skinny, Average, or Plump?) Bust Size: (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) Rump Size: (Are you Flat, Average, or Gifted?) Hair Style: (Is your Hair Long, Average, or short?) (Extra Details welcome too) Clothing Style: [Do you prefer Boyish clothes, Girly clothes, or have No preference?] Transfer Reason: (People don't usually come here of their own volition. Were you sent here for Violent reasons, Mentality reasons, Disciplinary reasons, or A Stupid reason?) Secrets: Any kind of secret you may have, Embarrassing, dark, or otherwise? Extra: Extra Details! [If a consensus can't be reached, you will be created by the Author instead.] (Faust apologizes for the lengthy delays in stuff. Hopefully, life'll stop beating him up for enough to get this off the ground.)
  11. The majority of accidental wettings have two key contributors. Lack of foresight, and fate. This one was no exception. I am currently working. I won't get into details as to what I do, but it is of the utmost importance that I stay at my seat (unless I'm at lunch), lest I get in trouble if I happen to miss a very important phone call. It has happened once or twice. Three strikes, and you're out. I forgot to mention the third contributor. The third contributor is the mind. Our story begins early this morning, in which I oversleep and make a mad dash for the car, driving to work and forgetting to do everything I usually do yet somehow manage to look presentable. An extremely short black dress complemented by a black leggings are what I sport. Today, my workload is light. And with light workloads, boredom tends to increase. What better way to spend the time than to learn other languages? Today might have gone quite uneventful had a friend not asked me one important question: "How do you say, 'I can't hold it anymore!' in French?" Having only begun to learn the language, I was completely stumped. And so I spent hours upon hours, working with my friend to learn all related words, and maybe, just maybe being able to answer that question. By the end of it, I was able to say things like "I need to pee" to "I HAVE to pee NOW!" to "please... I've got to pee." All the while fighting to keep my voice calm and pleasant when a work call DID come in, because such learning was quite effective and rewarding and, dare I say, pleasant. At least people on the other end of the call couldn't see me blush or fidget slightly. Wait, I'd been fidgeting? I stopped my quest for a moment to assess the situation, and it turned out that indeed, j'ai eu besoin de faire pipi. (GIven my limited knowledge, I probably wrote that wrong, but I digress.) It dawned on me that I desperately needed to do something that I had forgotten to that morning. I had barely been drinking water, but the need was strong as ever, and lunch was on its way. But even a few minutes can seem like hours in such a state. Anybody passing by my office would probably think I was a bit concerned about something, what with the way I was squirming. And then I got the fateful call from my coworker who was supposed to relieve my station, and me by extension. She had asked me to pick up some lunch for her today, and I knew she was feeling fairly weak from a recent surgery, so I couldn't say no nor could I delay in. After the agonizing few minutes until I heard her footsteps, I just sat there trembling, hardly able to focus on the work I did have, and when she did arrive, I did not even allow myself to glance back at the restroom door as I walked away from work, and into the dangerous position of driving to the restaurant where I was to obtain both our lunches. I really wish I had tinted my windows. Fate was at least kind in one regard: No buses were passing by. Anybody who was in a bus, or at least a very high pick up, would be able to see the driver of a pretty little car with one pale hand jammed tightly between her legs. Said hand had no choice but to leave its position once I reached a very crowded and very slow drive-thru. Squeezing as tightly as my thighs would allow without stepping too hard on the brake or the gas, I gritted my teeth and focused on the task ahead. But to no avail. What with all the concentrations, my mind could only think in French: je dois vraiment pisser... My mouth followed suit, speaking the new words I had learned just that morning. A rush of completely unexpected blissful torment struck me like a truck, and I had to fight to not actually cry out with the mixed sensation (the window was still open as I had just placed the orders). Not only did affirming and acknowledging my need exacerbate it, but there was a simple truth I still cannot comprehend: the language I was learning simply sounds beautiful, and is especially sexy once one knows. Or even when they don't. In any case, I could feel my panties moisten a little but I was in no place to check and identify what it was. "Miss, we're a little backed up, so could you please wait over here and we'll bring your food to you?" I jumped, shattered out of my reverie. "Uh, sure," I replied, evidence of unsteadiness in my voice and face. "That's perfectly fine." At least my mind was free to whimper. Each passing moment dragged on, plopping onto the last one after its time finished and continuing to weigh more and more onto my little bladder. No sooner had I received the food and gave the workers my best customer service smile, than I hightailed it out of there as fast as the law would allow. Okay, okay, maybe a little faster than that. Pulling in to work to deliver the goods and repeating the words I'd learned with new waves of need and pleasure at once, I comforted myself with the reminder that, all I had to do was give my friend her lunch, and then I would be free to go. My body thought otherwise. Leaning over into the passenger seat to grab the food, I felt a spasm down below and immediately stiffened every muscle of my body to staunch the flow. I snapped up straight like a rubber band, and braced myself for leaning over again. Just for a little bit, just grab what you need, I told myself. After steeling myself, I lunged to grab ahold of everything in as little time as possible, but it wasn't enough. Another squeeze. And this time I knew full well what was in my panties. Throwing every sense of dignity out the window, I sprinted towards the bathroom, stopping only to drop the food off on a table. My friend would get it afterwards. With trembling hands I undid the latch and shut myself into the safe haven my work so graciously provided. Relief flooded me as I unleashed a torrent into the bowl. I even indulged in letting out a very tiny "Aah...". Inspecting the damage, there was nothing major. Anything more severe up to a point would be obscured by my black leggings. But that's irrelevant to one's ability to feel the wetness post-leak. I mean....as I write, I certainly do.
  12. Found a new wetting amateur on mydirtyhobby https://www.mydirtyhobby.com/profil/4080948-anna4sex She is doing also public wetting while walking...my favorite type of wetting. Here are some clips that she is making: Somebody knows this model ? For me is quite new 🙂
  13. Have you ever wanted to know how badly others have to pee? Tim has. Chapter 1. The bus pulled up outside the college, and Tim got on. It wasn’t an actual school bus, but a public one, and he made his way towards a seat at the back. The school was the first stop from the depot, and therefore empty, and he had no trouble getting a rear seat, but one that had a good forward view. The ride home was almost an hour long, so a good seat was important. He could of always driven his car of course, but with his student concession the bus was much, much cheaper, not to mention the fact that the ride home gave him ample time to indulge in his favourite game, watching for pee desperation. Tim considered himself a professional voyeur, a true connoisseur of all things desperation related, and was proud of being able to spot a potty dance in a crowded room from afar. He had a mild need to go himself, a need which would be much stronger by the time he got home, especially if he managed to drink the rest of his water bottle as planned, which would lead to some fun private time once he was alone. He really enjoyed the feeling of holding onto his own pee, while keeping an Eagle eye out for random strangers that might also be feeling the need for relief. They weren’t all random strangers though. There was a particular person of interest that he saw on the same bus virtually everyday, a true Goddess, one that he had many fantasies about, who he was sure was quite desperate on a daily basis. But her stop wasn’t for a few miles yet, so he had lots of time to sip his water, and survey the passengers who were slowly filling the bus in front of him. He put his earphones in, but turned the volume on his phone down low, so he could only just hear the music. The earphones were more to discourage any attempts at mundane conversation that any of the other students might attempt to start. His attention drifted around the passengers. A girl with black hair was sitting with her legs tightly crossed. He watched her briefly, but decided she didn’t need to pee, but was trying to avoid contact with the fat man she sat beside. At the next stop, more passengers got on, this time not college students. A young woman in her late twenties looked like a possibility, but he couldn’t be sure. A young boy with her made a quick squeeze at the crotch of his shorts, but it was only a quick one, and he wasn’t squirming. The middle aged man in the suit looked a bit fidgety, and swapped his briefcase from side to side, but Tim thought he was probably just getting tired of holding it. As the trip progressed, the passenger rotation continued. At first, for every one who got off, two new ones took their place. Soon, the seats we’re almost full, and more people were standing. This was another benefit of sitting towards the back, he’d be less likely to have to give up his seat for an older person. He continued to drink from his bottle, enjoying how the motion of the bus was accelerating his own need to pee. It certainly wasn’t at all urgent yet, but it was starting to become noticeable. He hoped that he would be reasonably desperate by the time he arrived home. The jeans he was wearing would be a fantastic thing to pee in. He knew this from past experience. Tim loved wetting his pants, and he loved wearing diapers as well, but he didn’t get a lot of opportunity to do so. Because he lived with his parents and older sister, the alone time required to comfortably wet oneself, then discretely do the laundry, or safely dispose of a wet diaper, was limited. But, today was Friday. His parents were away for the weekend, and his sister was going out tonight, staying at a friends place and going clubbing, so 18 year old Tim would have the house to himself! He planned to start off with soaking the jeans he was wearing, then settling in for some hard core gaming, drinking beer and wearing a big adult diaper. No doubt he’d do an online search for pee desperation as well. Maybe wet his nappy as he watched girls go in their pants. It certainly didn’t get much better than that! So far, this bus trip was proving fruitless. The dark haired girl disembarked, and the man with the briefcase took the seat. The little boy seemed restless, but was probably just bored. Another older lady, standing towards the front, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, but that wasn’t much of a tell. For the thousandth time, he really wished he could read peoples minds! Oh to have the power to see inside a persons head, and to see if they were truly desperate or not, to know if they were going to wet their pants! He was shaken from his daydream as he recognised the bus stop that they were pulling up at. This was HER stop, and yes! She was here. Sinead. He knew her name from reading it on the tag of her laptop bag, and hearing her friends talk to her. Sinead was Irish. Pale skin, long auburn hair, and a few freckles on her pert little nose. She was tall-ish, maybe 5’10, with a generous set of breasts, and an ass that men would happily fight over. She was always happy it seemed. Always smiling. Always laughing at something, and she had the cutest accent in the whole world. But as usual, Tim thought that she needed to pee. He knew it was a possibility that she was like him, and enjoyed holding on. Or perhaps she didn’t like using the bathroom at her school. Maybe she didn’t have time to go before the bus arrived. It could be a number of reasons, but whatever it was, it was a regular occurrence, he was sure. Today, Sinead was wearing skin tight pink jeans. Her glorious backside highlighted in tight pink denim, with no visible panty line showing at all. Tim decided she was probably wearing a thong, and it was pulled right against her quivering sex, and he felt himself begin to stir within his pants. He watched her closely. As usual, she kept bouncing around, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but talking and laughing with her friends at the same time. She was probably around 20, the same age as his sister, and he had often wondered if they perhaps knew each other. As he observed, she crossed one foot over the other, and reached around behind herself, to gently tug at her jeans under her magnificent backside. At one point she laughed, and even hunched slightly forwards as she did so. She was like this every. single. time Tim saw her, and he just knew that she was riding the bus with a full bladder every day. His mind swum with possibilities, like it always did when he saw her. What if there was a breakdown? An accident? Terrorist attack? What if she simply misjudged her need one day? What if she lost control and wet herself? The thought of her bright pink jeans, getting darker and wetter as she squirmed uncontrollably was the hottest thing in the world! Tim’s dick went rock hard, and he felt a little wet spot of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. He hunched forward, pretending to be scrolling through his playlist, just to hide the tent in his trousers, but his eyes never left her butt. Oh how magnificent it would be to see her wet her pants! The ride continued, and for awhile Tim’s view of Sinead was blocked by other passengers. After awhile, his erection subsided, and he could sit back again, and drink more water. The sticky spot on his underwear felt nice, like a little pee spot, and he wished that he could give it a good, hard rub. All too soon and it was his dream girls time to get off the bus, not all that far from his stop actually. As usual, he had a vague thought about perhaps getting off here and following her, but he knew that was getting a bit creepy. Besides, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was older, prettier, and much more popular than he would ever be, and there was no chance at all that she would ever talk to him. He gloomily watched on as she alighted from the bus, and walked away up the street with her friends. But as the bus pulled away, he did a quick double take! Was that a small wet spot on her bottom?? Or a shadow? No. No. No. How could this possibly happen? Had she leaked, or was it a trick of the light? He felt like he had to know! Tim briefly considered getting off at the next stop and walking back, but he had no idea where she might be. Even if he found her, he couldn’t exactly just follow her and stare at her butt. Besides, his own need to pee was getting progressively stronger. He let the person sitting beside him out, then slumped dejectedly back into his seat. Had Sinead just leaked? He’d never know. He sighed softly. “If only I could read people’s minds...” he thought ruefully to himself.
  14. Join Alisha as she acts out one of her longest held fantasies in this video, as she pees her pants in a classroom. This scene starts with Alisha explaining her classroom wetting fantasy. She talks about how once, in high school, she had an accident while laughing and it was kind of a turn-on for her. Since then, she has fantasized about peeing her pants in a classroom without consequences. In this scene, Alisha gets a chance to act out her fantasy. In a classroom setting, Alisha intentionally pees in her jeans, completely soaking them. Once she is done peeing, she shows off her dripping wet pants for our camera. Then, turned on, she proceeds to masturbate in her wet clothing while we watch. The video continues until she climaxes.
  15. Hello. I haven't posted any art here yet, but I enjoy making it. I have been art making for maybe 2ish years and have not been happy with the quality or speed in which I produce art. To counteract this, recently I decided to just say "fuck it" and just draw anything in an attempt to improve my body proportions and general output of art. Here I have compiled some sketches I made over the last few days. Most of these are quickies I made with references of real women needing to pee. You can tell where I need to work on the most, haha. Hope it's not too offensive to the eyeballs. Warning! Some nudity! And here's a more polished image as a bonus. Kinda shows my style a bit more. I'd be happy to hear any thoughts on my art. I know I'm not perfect, but I hope that by continuing to just make anything I will get better.
  16. Does anyone else find that they pee more often when they’re wearing a diaper? I know I do.
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  18. Hi, These last few days I've been really horny. I don't know why. It has been warmer weather than usual for the UK, so I'll put it down to that. Anyhow, today's been fun writing a new part for my fan fiction, but I've just taken a brake from that to do something in the real world. I've been drinking plenty of water all this morning. So a few minutes ago, I started rummaging through my draws, looking for something fun to have a bit of summer fun in. I found my bright red leggings at the bottom of one of the draws, and quickly decided it was time I spruced up my piddle habit with a bit of colour. So without hesitation I stripped off my shorts. I stood for a moment, trying to decided to go with or without underwear. In a rush I decided it would be more fun without, and quickly I pull up the leggings. They're a little on the tight side but that's just more fun. I stood for a moment, buzzing with a climax of hormones and excitement. It was time for my naughty secret to come out to play again. Knowing I was on the time limit, I grabbed my shorts and rushed out of my room, heading down to the bathroom where I locked myself in. It's a terrible small room with a bath tub to shower in. I climbed in the tub and stood for a moment, rubbing my dry legs together, then I placed one hand on my tummy and pushed. I felt my leggings fill with warmth and a thick stream burst straight through the tight red fabric. A dark spot erupted in my crotch and the warm stream split to run down the inside of my legs. I felt the hot pee soaking into my socks, and then two yellow puddles appeared from under my feet. It felt amazing! I could see the loo, and I was thinking 'I should be on there.' How naughty I was being! The pee flowed and flowed, and I started to hear the plug hole gurgling as my wee-wee trickled down it. I squeezed and shook every last drop out, and enjoyed the delight of the warmth in-between my legs. I stood still, as the last of the pee dribbled out into my leggings. Then an idea came to me. I'd bought my shorts in so I could get back to my room, and there was one thing in my shorts pocket. My phone. Now I'm not normally one for photos, intact I have on several occasions turned down people who have asked me to photograph my wet clothes. But I was terribly horny. As I right this, I still am terribly horny. I can assure you this is probably going to be a one off, but here you go. I've attached the photo I snapped before quickly cleaning up, and heading back to my room to write this. Enjoy the pic, see you later. It was great fun to take. I must go, lots to do and not much time! x
  19. So, as the question asks, did anyone else here wear diapers past the age most kids are potty trained? Ergo between 18 months and 3 years of age? I know I did. I wore them until a little past the end of second grade, so about the time I turned eight, since my mom couldn´t find anymore that would fit me. If you can, share any memories you can. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush.As this was going on, even though it barely lasted a minute, to five year old me it felt like hours. As I pooped, I kept thinking "Please don't notice my poo poo." I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather.
  20. Looks like someone forgot to lift the toilet seat up.
  21. So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.
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