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  1. Sapphire3619

    The Aftermath of the Snow

    It is the end of the semester, so I have a ton of things that I don't want to do before break, so I wrote this instead. I wrote it fast and sloppy, so I'm sure I missed some fairly ridiculous mistakes! *** Cami rolled her eyes. “No one in this whole state knows how to handle snow,” she lamented. Damien, her somewhat impromptu companion, shrugged good-naturedly. “Donna wanted milk, too, right?” “Yes, skim,” Cami clarified, reaching for a carton of eggs. The grocery store was, as expected, packed, with people scrambling to buy necessities before the storm hit. In fact, it was already snowing outside, and Cami had resisted when her mother, Donna, had requested a trip to the grocery store. Dr. Donna Patrick was a professor of international relations at the university. She lived 20 minutes or so out of town, in a large house that befit her academic rank. Her daughter, Dr. Camille Patrick, was a clinical psychologist and was in town for her mother’s yearly end-of-semester celebration. It was finals week at the university, and Donna, with her children grown, had developed a habit of inviting students to her house for a meal at the beginning of winter break. Mostly, she got students who lived close by, but occasionally, she got one like Damien, who would spend the night after the dorms closed. Damien was a junior who had first met Donna the previous spring semester in her popular intro course. Even in a class of 150 students, Damien stood out with his superior writing and thoughtful, critical answers in class. This semester, he had taken Donna’s advanced seminar, and Donna had gotten to know him even better. She knew he was a transfer student and that he wanted to go to law school. She’d been pleased when he accepted the invitation for the end-of-the-semester party. Because the dorms closed the last day of finals, Damien had agreed to say overnight at Donna’s house. Donna had explained that her husband, a professor in the chemistry department, was at a conference and would be back the following day for the party, but her daughter, Dr. Patrick (“Call her Cami”) would be in town. Cami was a few years older than Damien’s older sister, so he didn’t mind idea of sharing a house with the two women for a night. Damien had followed Donna to her house to find that Cami was already there. Introductions were made, but then the discussion turned quickly to the weather. Over Cami’s objections that no, Mom, there was really plenty of food in the house, no need to venture out, Donna decided that a trip to the grocery store was necessary, and that Damien should accompany Cami, just to be safe. Neither Cami nor Damien particularly minded having to spend time with each other, despite having just met. They were both outgoing enough that conversation wasn’t a problem. On the drive into town, Cami got to know the young man and his interests, and Damien asked about Cami’s experience in grad school and her current practice. Now, however, both were feeling ever so slightly more tense. Cami knew the roads were getting worse and didn’t want to waste time. She was doing her best not to take out any of her anxiety on the innocent student. Little did she know that Damien was working to suppress his own anxiety. He, too, was eager to get back to the house. His bladder was getting full, a sensation he really didn’t enjoy. Realistically, he could have used the restroom in the store, but it wasn’t an emergency, and he’d rather help Cami out with the shopping to speed things along. By the time they wound their way through the crowds and made it to the registers, the lines were all a half-dozen people deep. Damien drew in an unexpectedly harsh breath, but thankfully, Cami didn’t hear him. He knew he could just go. He could run to the bathroom and be back before Cami even reached the register. But the anxiety was already making him illogical, and he chose to stay where he was. “I suppose we’re part of the problem!” Cami was saying. “We’re being the kind of people who act like they’ve never seen snow before!” Damien managed a grin. The line was moving at a decent pace – at least the checkout employees were prepared for snow, apparently – and he knew he could make it back to the house. It took another 15 minutes, but eventually, Damien and Cami headed toward the exit, bags in hand. As they reached the door, however, Cami groaned. The storm had hit. Fat, heavy snowflakes coated the air, sticking to everything they touched. The cars in the parking lot already had a layer of snow, and the roads were no longer black but gray, lined with tire tracks in the rising snow. “Uuuuuuugh,” Cami moaned as they trudged across the parking lot to her car. “Mom better have wine waiting for me when we get back.” Damien gave a half-laugh. “We’ll be back, soon, though,” he said, more a question than a reassurance. “Ehhhh,” Cami shrugged, closing the trunk after putting in the last bag. “With the snow falling like this, the highway probably isn’t going to be much better. I’m guessing it’ll take us at least twice as long to get back.” Damien’s face fell, but Cami didn’t see as she slid into the driver’s seat. “Aaaaand, we have to stop for gas,” she sighed, seeing the illuminated signal on the dashboard. Cami pulled across the parking lot to the adjacent gas station. Damien looked around, but the station building was no more than a single-person kiosk. There was no public bathroom that he could use while Cami filled the car. His mind started slipping. He hadn’t had to go that badly, but nerves made his situation so much worse. Well, nerves and other things… Filling the car only took a few minutes, and Damien tried to use his last vestiges of rational thought to convince himself that he could make it through the drive home. But when Cami finally made it on to the highway, those last vestiges evaporated. Traffic had been slow enough in town as cars tried to avoid skidding through intersections, but on the highway, away from the buildings and signs, the view was almost entirely white. Snow swirled around the car, which Cami had moving at barely 30 miles an hour. Damien did some quick math in his head. At this rate, it would take them nearly an hour to get back to Donna’s house. He unconsciously turned toward the window, trying to hide his growing panic from Cami. Cami kept the radio off, focusing on the road. Although it was still daylight, visibility was terrible, and she and the other drivers kept their lights on. She drove for about 20 minutes in silence, going barely 10 miles. She knew the atmosphere in the car was tense, but she didn’t want to waste any energy trying to make conversation. Besides, Damien seemed to be OK with the silence. Until he wasn’t. At an undetermined point on the highway, Cami became aware of uneven breathing from the boy next to her. He was almost whimpering, his breaths sharp and shaky. Cami risked a quick glance sideways, but couldn’t determine anything, other than the fact that Damien was almost entirely turned toward the window. “Damien?” she asked cautiously. “You doing OK?” Out of the corner of her eye, Cami saw Damien press back into the seat. When he answered, his voice was…different. Nervous, definitely, but more…robotic, almost. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he said dully. “Please.” “Oh!” Cami couldn’t hold back her shock. Damien hadn’t said anything before, and even driving slow, he should be able to make it back to the house, right? “That’s OK,” she said, keeping her eyes on the road. “We’ll be back to the house soon enough.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. The only other exit between here and the one for Donna’s house was residential, so it wouldn’t have any public bathrooms to use, and it wasn’t like she could pull off the side of the road in a blizzard. Surely Damien knew that. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Damien did know that. But Damien wasn’t really thinking logically. He wasn’t thinking much at all. His movements were twitchy and uncontrolled, and after another 10 minutes, he let out a whine and shoved his hand between his legs. “Damien?” Cami asked again, more worried this time. “Are you OK?” “I don’t know if I can hold it,” Damien respond in the same flat voice. It was as if he was reading from a script, responding in a way that most college students wouldn’t. Looking down at the speedometer, Cami pressed her lips together. She really wasn’t comfortable going any faster. “You’ll be OK,” she said. “You can make it.” “I don’t know if I can.” Damien’s voice had a small tremor now. “I don’t want to have an accident.” Cami was truly bewildered now. He sounded childlike, or like an adult’s impression of a child. She risked another glance to the right – Damien’s legs were twisted tightly, hands buried between his thighs. He certainly looked like he badly needed the bathroom, but Cami couldn’t imagine a nearly grown man not being able to hold it for another 20 minutes or so. Cami kept driving. She was going as fast as she thought was safe, which wasn’t very fast at all. A few miles from their exit, Cami hard a small whine and then a hiss of breath as Damien sucked in air forcefully between his teeth. She didn’t know what talking would do at this point, but she still felt the need to ask. “Damien? How you doing over there?” “I-“ Damien’s voice was definitely shaking now. “I just peed a little bit in my pants.” “You’re OK,” Cami replied, automatically. She’d softened her own voice, as if she were talking to someone much younger than Damien. She didn’t want him to feel bad, but she also definitely didn’t want to have to clean pee out of her car. “We’re almost there,” she promised, which, while geographically correct, wasn’t quite temporally accurate. “Look, there’s our exit. Just another 10 minutes. You can do it.” A plaintive sniffle was all she got in response. She pulled off the highway, and peeked over at her passenger while stopped at the top of the exit ramp. Every muscle in Damien’s body seemed tensed. He was bouncing arrhythmically in the seat, seemingly not in control of his own body. As Cami turned, Damien felt the wetness of his underwear pressed against his skin. As tightly as he squeezed, he couldn’t make himself feel in control. Jeans weren’t the best for holding yourself, and he leaked again. “I…” he stammered, as if the words were being pulled out of him by force. “I had an accident again. M-my pants are wet.” “Honey, we’re so close,” Cami pleaded, abandoning all pretense of social correctness. The boy was in pain, and she wanted to comfort him. “Just hang on a few more minutes, OK?” “I’m…trying,” Damien answer, voice strained but still emotionless. “I’m trying not to pee my pants.” Oddly, but thankfully, the road to Donna’s house was clearer than the highway. A plow must’ve just been by. Cami took advantage of the comparatively good conditions to speed up a little. She made one final turn, the only sound in the car Damien’s hitched, desperate breathing. “There’s a bathroom in the basement,” Cami informed him. “Just off the garage. You can go in there.” “I’m going,” Damien squeaked, and Cami wasn’t even sure he’d heard her. “I’m having an accident and I can’t make it stop.” Cami hit the garage door button as she turned into her mom’s driveway. “Just one more minute, Damien, we’re here!” Pulling into the garage, Cami stopped as fast as she could. Damien was already unbuckled and fumbling with the door. He kept a hand pressed between his legs as he stumbled into the house. Cami puffed out her cheeks and sighed. She checked the passenger seat and didn’t see any wetness. She took that as a good sign and hoped that Damien was able to make it to the bathroom. Stretching out of the car, Cami gathered a few of the bags from the trunk. In the basement, the bathroom door was shut, so at least Damien had made it that far. She headed up the stairs, ready to confront her mom with some very important questions. In the bathroom, Damien had slammed the door behind him, but the sight of the toilet had been too much. As soon as he set foot on the tile, his bladder relinquished its tenuous hold, spilling urine around his tight grip. Twisting his legs together and bending forward at the waist, Damien scrabbled at his fly, but it was drenched in pee and his fingers kept slipping off. Heat coursed down his shaking legs, soaking into his shoes and socks. Damien felt lightheaded. He swayed on the spot, but didn’t fall. Several voices babbled in his head. I’m peeing in my pants…Did you have an accident?...Did you have to go potty?...I couldn’t hold it, sir…What kind of freshman can’t stop himself from wetting his pants? A pale puddle expanded around Damien’s feet, soaking into the bath mat. His head spun as he looked down at the streaks of pee still snaking down his jeans. He felt the stream of urine expelling from his bladder through his saturated boxers. He was whining softly, aimlessly. He had a huge accident all over his professor’s bathroom. He didn’t know what to do. Meanwhile, Cami had made a second trip down to the car to get the remaining groceries. She saw the bathroom door was still shut, but she knew that Damien had gotten his pants a little wet in the car, so she figured he didn’t want to come out just yet. Upstairs, Donna had come to the kitchen and was starting to put things away. “Hey, sweetie! How bad were the roads? Where’s Damien?” Cami set the bags on the counter and fixed her mother with a pointed stare. “Soooo…is there anything you know about Damien that you want to tell me?” Donna drew her head back, astonished. “Nothing that fits with the tone you’re asking me in!” she answered honestly. “What happened? Where is he? Is he OK?” Cami cringed. “He’s not hurt…” she equivocated. “But on the drive back – which took forever, by the way, I can’t believe you made me go out in this – he started acting really weird. He had to go to the bathroom, and apparently, he had to go really bad.” “Poor kid,” Donna sighed, definitely not understanding the full extent of the issue. “That must’ve been embarrassing.” “No, Mom,” Cami insisted, “it was way more than that. He was…I don’t know, narrating or something. Any other college kid would try to play it cool or laugh it off or not say anything at all, but Damien…he was describing what was happening and how he was wetting himself.” “He wet himself?!” Donna exclaimed. “Yes,” Cami rolled her eyes. Donna wasn’t a psychologist – she wasn’t focusing on what Cami thought was the important part. “And he’s still in the bathroom downstairs.” Donna frowned. “I’ll go get his bag. Poor kid. Thank God no one else is going to be here until tomorrow.” Donna was a great mom, Cami thought, and of course she’d take care of Damien, but Cami could tell – this was more than just an unfortunate accident. When Donna came back with Damien’s things, Cami followed her downstairs. Donna knocked gently on the bathroom door. “Damien?” she called. “I have your things out here, in case you need them.” There was a pause, and then the door opened slowly. Cami held back a gasp. The 20-year-old in front of her bore scant resemblance to the cheerful young man she’d met just hours ago. His eyes were red-rimmed and tear-filled, and there was nary a dry spot on the front of his jeans. Damien tugged unconsciously at the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it downward. Not that covering his crotch could do anything to distract from the drenched stretches of fabric all down both of his legs. “I…” his eyes were glassy and his voice, though definitely scratchy, had the same blank quality that Cami had heard in the car. “I didn’t make it,” Damien said, blinking. “I…I had to go so bad and I c-couldn’t get my pants undone in time and I h-had an accident on the f-floor.” Donna tilted her head sympathetically. Cami definitely felt the same, but she kept her body language neutral. “It’s OK, Damien,” Cami said softly. “It was a long ride back, and you tried really hard.” Damien flinched and looked down at the ground. Making a mental note of the boy’s reaction, Cami decided that now wasn’t the time for excessive comfort or encouragement. “We brought your bag, Damien,” Donna cut in, holding out the duffle bag. “You can get cleaned up and changed. There are clean towels on the rack in there.” Damien looked up just enough to take the bag. “Thank you,” he mumbled. He paused for a second, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Both women stood silently for a moment before Donna let out a very low whistle. “Woooooooow.” She turned back toward the stairs, and Cami followed. “I don’t know what I expected when you told me the kid had an accident, but that wasn’t it.” Her words weren’t judgmental – just stunned. Cami understood completely. It wasn’t even that Damien had apparently lost all control in the bathroom; it was the continued blankness in his voice, like he was being compelled. There was still emotion there – the unconscious attempt to cover his wet pants, the shaking voice – but the way he spoke throughout the whole ordeal indicated…something. “Can you do anything?” Donna asked as they reached the top of the stairs. Cami pressed her lips together. “You know I can’t force anything on him.” “I know, I know,” Donna waved her hand, mildly irritated at her implied lack of understanding. “But can you do anything?” “I’ll try.” Cami shrugged. Damien certainly needed some sort of care, and she had plenty of experience working with teens and young adults in her practice, but if Damien kept up this robotic narration, then there just wasn’t a lot she could do. Downstairs in the bathroom, Damien stared blearily down at the giant puddle. He heard himself whine softly and realized that his lower lip was trembling. He could barely think, but he knew that he had to clean up. Himself and the bathroom. In a fog, Damien reached for a towel. He dropped it into his mess on the floor, then started to strip off his wet pants. Several drops of urine squelched from the denim with the movement, spattering noisily onto the tile and making him cringe. Every part of him felt dirty – his hands, his feet, certainly his legs and crotch… The towel was sufficiently sopping by the time it absorbed his accident. Damien looked dazedly around the bathroom before deciding just to heap all the wet clothes in the corner. He finally turned on the shower. Upstairs, Cami listened for the sound of the shower while she finished putting away the groceries. She ran through Damien’s behavior in her mind, trying to decide what she would say to him if given the chance. The shower ran for about 15 minutes. Donna had retreated to her study to grade papers, feeling it was best not to overwhelm Damien. Cami set herself up at the island in the kitchen, working on her computer. After a few more minutes, Damien stepped into the kitchen, hair wet and duffle bag in his hand. Cami didn’t look up at first, not wanting to make him feel trapped, but when he stopped at the side of the island, she raised her eyes. Damien’s eyes were no longer blank, and his skin had regained some color, but the blankness in his face was replaced with complete shame. “I…” Even his voice was back to normal, though quiet. “I think I should leave.” Cami gazed at the young man, even though he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were down, seemingly fixed on the countertop. She took a breath before responding. “If you want to go, of course you can,” she said. “But please know that you’re welcome to stay.” Damien still couldn’t look at her, so she put every ounce of honesty she could into her voice. “Damien, no one here is mad at you or judging you for what happened. It’s not your fault. We won’t tell anyone, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.” Damien inhaled shakily and grabbed his left arm, wrapping himself in a half hug. “If you do want to leave,” Cami pleaded, “at least wait until the roads are a bit better. I’d really rather you didn’t drive in the snow, and I know Mom wouldn’t like it either.” Damien looked out the window, where fat flakes were still falling copiously. His shoulders fell – Cami was right. As much as he wanted to escape, trying to drive anywhere right now was a terrible idea. Besides, he didn’t actually have any place to stay. He’d only thought as far as getting out of the house. Cami was still looking at Damien; he could feel her gaze, but he couldn’t meet it just yet. “I…I put the…things…in the washing machine,” he explained, just for the sake of having something to say. “I hope that’s OK.” “Of course.” Cami smiled encouragingly. Damien didn’t respond, but he also didn’t move. “Damien, can I get you something? A snack, or some hot chocolate?” Cami offered. “We weren’t gonna have a big dinner with just the three of us, but-“ “I’m sorry.” Cami stopped at the quiet interruption. Damien’s voice was stretched and raw, and his eyebrows were drawn together. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he struggled to compose himself. “Damien…” Cami reached her hand across the island. “You have nothing to apologize for. I promise it’s OK.” Damien shook his head and finally looked up. To Cami’s surprise, he smiled sadly. “It’s not,” he said, shrugging. “I know it’s not, and-“ He raised his voice slightly, preempting any argument from Cami. “-I want…you deserve an explanation.” Ever the professional, Cami kept the pity she felt out of her face. She respected Damien enough that she didn’t bother telling him that he didn’t owe her anything. Shifting from foot to foot, Damien pulled out one of the bar stools and pressed himself up onto it, letting his duffle bag drop to the ground. He fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable in a decidedly uncomfortable situation. For her part, Cami kept quiet. “Donna told you I’m a transfer student?” he began, and Cami nodded. “I started at…another school as a freshman.” He clasped his hands together on the counter, steeling himself. “I didn’t know a lot about college, I guess. I just wanted to have fun and do well and make friends. So I decided to rush a fraternity.” Cami felt her chest tighten. Even if she hadn’t witnessed the young man have an accident, she knew enough to know that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant story. “For this place-“ Damien seemed determined not to give any identifying details. “-they would assign each new guy to an active brother. There was group stuff, too, but basically each brother who wanted it would get one or two recruits that were…well, he could do what he wanted with them.” Damien was winding his fingers together, intertwining his joints. “The guy I was assigned to…he…I didn’t get it at first. He had me and this other recruit kneel for a long time, which was pretty standard, I guess, but then he…he kept giving us water. I thought it was weird that he wasn’t giving us booze, but then I figured maybe they were being more careful not to get freshman drunk so they wouldn’t get in trouble. “It was the other guy first. He started kind of wiggling and stuff, even though we both knew we weren’t allowed to talk, but the brother…he was, I don’t know, watching for it, I guess. So he said ‘What’s wrong, recruit?’ and the other guy said that he had to pee, and the brother just told him to hold it.” Shuddering at the memory, Damien took in a deep breath. “I just…I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know people could just be like that. I thought for sure that he’d let us go to the bathroom, but he didn’t. And I know…” Damian hunched he shoulders, ashamed. “I know the other guy and I, we could have just, like, stopped, or got up and walked out, because there were two of us and only one of him, but…we just didn’t know. We thought this was normal, and we didn’t know each other at all, so we didn’t know what each other would do.” Cami had heard it all before, of course. Almost everyone who had ever been abused blamed themselves for not doing more to get out of the situation. She opened her mouth to tell Damien this, but his story wasn’t over. “So the other guy finally peed himself, and then the brother kept us there until I…I had an accident, too. I thought maybe I’d get…maybe he’d be proud of me or something, I don’t know, if I held it longer, but it didn’t seem to matter. And then I thought that, OK, he made us both pee our pants, we’ll move on to the next thing, but we just…that was it.” A tear slipped down Damien’s cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice. “We had a whole week. Every free minute we had was supposed to be with our assigned brother, and all weekend. So that’s all we did. He would just make us drink a whole bunch and not let us use the bathroom. And he…it wasn’t just peeing ourselves. He wanted…he wanted us to talk about it. So he’d ask ‘What’s wrong?’ or ‘Do you need something, recruit?’ and we’d have to say that we had to pee or that we were going or stuff like that. If we didn’t answer or if we said something he didn’t like, he’d use the wooden paddle on us. So we had to…describe…everything.” Cami didn’t say anything, but she pulled a tissue out of her purse and passed it across the counter. Damien sniffled and wiped his nose. “We tried so many things.” Damien’s voice was like gelatin, thick and shaking. “And we never knew what he was going to do. Sometimes, we’d ask to go to the bathroom, and he would let us, but then he’d block the toilet and wouldn’t let us use it. Sometimes he’d act real mad that we had an accident, calling us babies saying that he could never let recruits in the fraternity who couldn’t keep their pants dry. But then sometimes…” Damien crumpled up the tissue and swiped at both of his eyes, but he was crying freely now. “Sometimes, he’d, like, comfort us, and say it was OK and we tried really hard to hold it, and he wasn’t gonna get mad as us for having a l-little a-a-accident.” Cami’s jaw was clenched so hard, she thought she’d crack a tooth. This was the Stanford Prison Experiment on steroids. This was the height of sadism. Although it definitely explained Damien’s odd narration earlier, it hurt to hear what he’d been put through. “At first, I just thought it was weird,” Damien continued, “but after a few days, I was so tired and sore and embarrassed that I started to cry, and then I couldn’t stop, and this other guy and me, we were just so tired and we never knew what to expect.” Drawing in a raggedy breath, Damien shrugged again, brushing off the hard part of the story. “I didn’t pledge, obviously. I don’t think the other guy did, either, but I don’t know. I barely made it through the semester. I was just hazy and off and confused. My GPA tanked, so I dropped out. I did online classes in the summer and fall before transferring here last year.” Damien finally looked up. His eyes were red and glistening, but the tears had stopped falling for now. “I really am sorry about today. I’m sorry I was weird and just kept saying weird stuff. I…I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like I knew it wasn’t the same and I wasn’t back in the frat house, but I didn’t know, because it was the first time since…” He trailed off and sniffed again, lowering his head. Cami gave him a moment before she decided it was her turn to speak. “I’m so sorry he did that to you,” she said simply. “No one deserves that kind of treatment.” Damien nodded in acknowledgement. “Damien, please believe me when I say you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything that was hurtful or on purpose, and Mom – Donna – and I just want to make sure you’re OK.” Picking distractedly at his nails, Damien nodded earnestly. “I’m fine,” he promised. “I went to therapy and stuff, and I know all that, and it helps. I’m just…” He paused, lip trembling again. “I’ve been really careful since then, so I wouldn’t have to feel like I…like I was gonna wet my pants, so then today was just…” He hesitated before glancing up at Cami. “I was scared,” he admitted. “It’s not like I think you or Donna are gonna be mean to me, but I didn’t know, and it’s not like it’s OK to have an accident in a stranger’s car, anyway.” “Damien, I know you don’t know me,” Cami acknowledged, “and I know that just trusting that everything is going to be OK probably isn’t going to happen. But I promise you that you’re safe here, and Mom and I will do whatever we can to take care of you.” Damien’s mouth curled upwards, almost imperceptibly, but then he frowned. “If…” His voice caught, and his face flushed. “It’s still OK if I say here?” “Of course,” Cami assured him. “Then…” Damien gripped his hands together. “I might…” He looked up, embarrassed, but Cami’s face was open and encouraging. “When…that week at the frat house,” Damien murmured quickly, “I…I started having problems for awhile, and it stopped, but after today, I don’t know…” He took a deep breath, trying to loosen the tight feeling in his chest. “Imightwetthebed,” he mumbled, then glanced up again, trying to read Cami’s face at this last admission. Cami felt her heart constrict with overwhelming sympathy, but she just smiled gently. “That’s not a problem, Damien,” she promised. “If it happens, it happens. We can help you clean up.” Damien let out a deep sigh, his whole body sinking in relief. “Thanks, Cami.” He straightened his shoulders, looking exhausted. He rose off the bar stool and bent down to grab his duffle bag. “I think I’m gonna go to my room, then.” Cami smiled and reopened her laptop. “Sounds good. We’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.” Nodding, Damien smiled a bit sheepishly and walked out. Cami inhaled deeply and gazed out the window. The snow had tapered off a bit, unlikely to do any more damage today.
  2. Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Interactive Stories 4! Faust apologizes for 3 falling by the wayside easily, but Faust hopes that the fourth time is the proverbial charm. As stated in the fateful occurrences, this interactive is about exploring Faust-verses, and characters in varying degrees of decency. Faust will not keep you waiting much longer, for it's soon to be voting time! Read below, and prepare for our journey! ====================================================================================================================================== Story Setting: Another Note: A setting based around a mostly scholastic environment! Expect long classes, crowded bathrooms, and limited privacy, outside of certain areas. Good place to meet new people. Holiday Fun: A Setting based on a given Holiday, [usually the one the story is written closest to], and with a small group of people, specified by the audience at times. Beach Adventures: A setting based around a lovely beach, with Sun, Sand, and ocean for what looks like miles! May also involve a long car ride, but be warned: There are no bathrooms on the beach. Town Adventures: A setting based around a day off from scholastic journeys, to do things around the town. Play cards, Go bowling, watch movies... The Sky's the proverbial Limit! Private Bedroom: A setting where you forgo the usual wiles and joys of adventuring, and just settle down to make love to your selected girl. [Some Characters Restricted]. Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests: Not really a Setting, but a series of tiny, little stories, set in the semblance of Caught Shorts, from his commission thread. Little, incredibly short stories, of a playmate or figure, on the absolute breaking point of their control. As for what they lose, or what they use... That's up to the comment-er! [Note: Does Not Require actually buying a Ko-Fi for Faust. Faust just is experimenting with it, before offering it as a feature on his own Ko-Fi Here . ] Meant as an easy-going setup, for if Faust's situation or workload becomes a bit strained. If it goes well, Faust may offer it as an actual reward on his Ko-Fi, and or create a separate thread for Ko-Fi submissions. ========================================================================================================================================== Character Select: Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [The Familiar Figure of Faust's stories, that has a generally friendly rapport with many people. A healthy appreciation for lewdity, and connections to the Goddess of Lust Saril may lend themselves to some naughty incidents.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] [Yu-know who this one is too! A curvy, friendly pinkette with a cutesy manner of speech, but with a bit of a distressing past. More than just good friends with Faustus, but with a woeful inexperience in shameful accidents, she tries her best to impress] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with long, Forest green hair, and a bit of a stern, killjoy attitude... What this modestly endowed girl lacks in friendly flexibility, she makes up for with a cold, stern demeanor... And a talent for holding her liquids. Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A silver-haired scientist with an insatiable appetite for sciences, that gets her in more than just a little trouble... With her tinkle, and other urges Saiga Giriko: [Female] A red haired scientist, who has to constantly reign in Eoria's more rowdy and raunchy plots... While also being someone not interested in wetting herself. [And more to be unlocked!] ======================================================================================================================================== [Modifiers!] [Forgoing the usual setup of Ratings, a new addition to the stories are Modifiers. These will affect the way things unfold in the story, in various ways. Some minor, some...] Normal Day: Nothing seems too out of the ordinary. May make it easier to find new people. Windy Day: The breeze is more than a little Stiff, and it has a mind of it's own! [Constantly blows things out of people's hands... Or certain garments up] Rainy Day: A ceaseless rainstorm goes over the town, making outside activities less pleasant....While the frequent, unending noises of water agitate piddle urges Hot Day: A day where the sun is working overtime, and it shows. Prompts more frequent Drinks, and copious sweating. Taco and Lemonade Day: A day where the school has it's famous Tacos on special... And The bathrooms are horribly crowded. [LOCKED!] [More to be unlocked] =============================================================================================================================== Items: {Currently Closed) ====================================================================================================================================== [TL; DR Version] Pick a character, Pick a setting, and up to 1 modifier. Majority votes will rule......But, while Faust is waiting on votes to come in, [And in Lulls between stories], Faust will set up Wind Down Ko-Fi Requests. ========================================================================================================================================= [Index of Tales] None so far! ====================================================================================================================================== [Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests] Contrary to the Title, one does not have to buy Faust a Ko-Fi to participate. These are little, incredibly short requests that Faust will do, of a character at the limits of their control. Format is as follows: Character: [Who is being caught short] Urge: [Which Urge is overwhelming this individual?] Attire: [What kind of outfit is in danger? Undergarments, protective garments, etc. ] Extra: [Any additional Details] Rules: 1. Any entry in the format not filled out will be provided by the Author's own intentions. Faust may or may not make an accurate bit out of it. 2. One Request, per comment-er, per Wind down Session. This is to keep Faust from being overwhelmed. 3. No Shaming Other people's Requests. 4. All Characters will be written as they are of legal age. 5. A Ko-Fi Donation is not required, but is appreciated. Faust mostly does this as short little fun bits, to keep his writing momentum. [Example of a Caught Short/What you can expect from a request]
  3. Evab100

    female Wetting my Depends!

    OK, so last weekend..... I purchased a pair of Depends for myself. I loved wearing it, as I crinkled it every time I had a chance to feel it. But then, when it was time for my daily shower, I decided... “OK. How much can this hold really?” I did NOT want to leak on the floor so I put my diapered bottom over the toilet, and let loose. I was able to only go a small amount of pee, but BOY was it yellow and did it feel good on my pussy when I rubbed it~!
  4. Omo-secret

    female Sick Cheerleader

    Warning, contains messing. Single post story, if you enjoy my work, please check out "New Marauders" I examined myself in the mirror for a moment. My dirty blonde hair tied in a perfect pony tail, my green eyes were surrounded by a thin layer of mascara and eye liner, my lips were coated with red lipstick, altogether my face was stunning. But more than that, so was my body. The v-neck of my red cheer-leading top gave a glimpse of my breast and just a hint of my black lace bra. My black and red pleated mini-skirt ended at my upper thigh, exposing my long, well toned legs. My curvaceous butt was covered by thin golden colored panties, unlike the red shorts that most other girls wore under their skirts. I looked absolutely gorgeous I decided as we waited our turn to go out to the pep rally. Though I felt horrible. My stomach felt odd, I wasn't sure what was wrong with it, just that I wasn't exactly healthy. "It might look a little more modest if you wore shorts beneath your skirt." An older cheer-leader commented. "I'm not exactly modest." I replied. "With a body like that she doesn't need to be." One of the chubbier cheer-leaders commented. I blushed, she was actually attractive herself, though she didn't seem to think so. I balled my fists, my alternating red and black nail polish poking into my palms as I stared at the black flat like slippers that covered my dainty feet. Finally we went out as my stomach began to churn. I brushed it off as nerves. However, five minutes into the twenty minute routine my stomach was clearly upset. As we did double back hand springs I farted. Though I doubted anyone could hear it over the blaring music, I clenched my butt cheeks and noticed they felt moist, not just from the sweat that my body was perspiring either. I tried to ignore it as I did a serious of complicated routine moves, but I released another one in a cartwheel. The time a spurt of urine forced its way into my panties, darkening the panties. I gasped out loud as I prepared to be launched in the air. I felt my ass clench as suddenly feces threatened to burst through my anus. My face was red as I felt one log starting to slide out. Soon I was flying through the air, and I quickly regret the choice in no shorts, wondering if they would have hidden the wet spot or the bulge in my panties. Fortunately no one touched my groin region as the rest of the routine continued. Unfortunately I continuously spurted into my panties, and yellow streams of urine ran down my legs. More scat filled the back of my panties as well. By the time I was suppose to be going on the top of the pyramid there were pebble sized puddles of urine here and there that no one seemed to notice and my panties seemed to sag from feces. I followed a complicated set of movements probably spurting on a few girls but finally I was on top, and in a second my bowels exploded. A loud fart sounded as slimy trails of scat oozed down the back of my legs, some logs fell through the leg holes and down below me. Other cheerleaders shrieked as a golden stream of urine splattered on them as well as falling turds. I stumbled back and fell onto some padding. I wasn't seriously hurt, but the impact sprayed feces from my panties sending logs of scat out and around me. Instantly my urine formed a puddle around me much to the disgust and amusement of others. I quickly got up and limped out, crying, more feces falling to the ground as urine dripped from my panties.
  5. View File JAV - 295 (Doctor's Waiting Room Accidents) This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  6. If you had a method, whether "magical" or chemical or other to "turn off" your bladder control for a specific length of time, how long would you do it? I know some AB/DL types strive for total incontinence, but most of us would definitely hate that? So, how long? Hours, days, weeks, months, (etc.)? Go ahead and throw loss of bowel control in there too, if you fancy. I'd love to pick your brains about this.
  7. Hello everyone. What's your favourite desperation scenario? And what's your favourite thing to wear? Mines is being stuck in the car for hours on end with no hope while wearing leggings or tights (know I'm a guy but Fuck it I always shave my legs). Or having a pee holding challenge.
  8. I don’t own any rights to life is strange, also, this is my first contribution to this cite, so, please do enjoy, and feel free to comment and critique. To those who have played through Life is Strange: Before the Storm, I am starting with Chloe and Rachel on the train, written in Rachel’s Point of View. Also, for the sake of this piece, and for my own comfort, Rachel, Chloe, and anyone else I may mention are 18+ and instead of it being a Highschool, Blackwell is a college. Sorry for the length, I kinda just went with the flow. Rachel’s desperate train ride I had just jumped on a train, with Chloe Price. I am ditching school, with Chloe Price. She is such a rebel, and I really don’t see what people have against her. She has no shame, hell, I was changing, and she walked in. I mean, I don’t mind, at all. I was just hoping to visit the restroom before she came in to give me my belt. But, perhaps it was Hella entertaining to see her walk in on me. She was definitely looking. But, that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t get a chance to pee before coming on this train. I am sure I can hold it longer though, I just don’t want her to know. I just hope I can find a way to escape just long enough to find some relief with out drawing attention. The train suddenly shakes, and my need rises. When was the last time I went, cause, shit, I need to go. I notice Chloe looking over, I sit on the wooden box looking out of the train. “Pull up a chair Price, the view is amazing” “K…. Where is this going?” “I don’t know.” I cross my legs, not only to hide my need, but also to help hold it in. I need to go. Bad. “North? Maybe we will end up in Seattle!” Why did I wear jeans? If worst came to worst, if I wore my costume, or even some black sweats, may have been able to hide it did I did the worst thing imaginable, piss myself in front of the girl I actually really like. Not gonna lie, I hadn’t peed since last night, not cause I was lazy, but because I was too busy planning for today, and also, Fire walk. Damn, I want to catch my father in the act, but how bad would it be if I stop him, hate him for it, in soaked jeans. Shit, I really need to go. And Chloe, what will she think? What if she hates me for wetting myself like a little kid. I should have included a bathroom break in my plan. I have needed to pee since, god, since Firewalk. My bladder trembles as I start clenching at my crotch, How close am I really to pissing myself? “Rachel, you ok?” I look up to see a concerned look on chloe’s face, with maybe, a twist of something else? “Yeah, I’m fine, I just, I don’t know. Did you find a seat yet?” “Yeah, right here. Rachel, are you sure you are ok? You look like you need to-” “I said I was ok Price.” I gasp as a little bit comes out, Why didn’t I fucking go before getting on this train. “I think your lying to me. Rachel, When was the last time you-” “I think we should do something fun.” I decide to sit in the floor, doing everything I can to hold it in. But what Chloe said next Startled me, “V-Card’s been punched, Rachel. I’m sorry.” That was enough that some more came out. And took me everything not to lose complete control. “Wow” I honestly was thinking of two truths and a lie, but, like I said before, this girl has no shame. I’m sure if she were in my position she would have just told me. “Too far?” “Well, I don’t know.” “I see it caused you to, uh.” I look down to see a baseball sized patch on my crotch. “Yeah, I have needed to pee since, well, last night.” “You think you can make it until we get to, umm, wherever we are going.” “There isn’t even a bathroom there Price. I really don’t know.” “Rachel…. I” “Forget it Chloe, I just need to figure out what to do.” Things were silent for some time. I need to go so bad. How do I relieve myself without peeing myself in front of Chloe? Think Rachel, Think. “Hey, Rachel, I…… I think you should just.” “Do what Chloe? I’m on the verge of peeing myself. No one my age should even. Oh god Chloe.” I then notice her look down. Chloe was hiding something. “Just tell me Chloe.” She finally gives in. “I think you should just go right there. Honestly, You will feel better.” I was in shock, She thinks I should just do what I was avoiding doing. But, I can’t be mad at her. She can’t hide it from me. She wants to see me do this. I honestly want to just willingly let go, but, not with her there. “Chloe Price, You’re hella weird.” Her eyes go wide, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird, I just want to help and-” “Relax Chloe. So, when did you start to like to see people like me in this state?“ “What! No I Don’t!” “You can’t lie to me, Chloe.” God I need to go, so badly. “So, mind telling me something else about yourself? I could use a distraction from my bursting bladder.” “Well, I’m not really that interesting.” There is a pause as she tries desperately to change the topic. Meanwhile I’m trying desperately not to piss myself. Not yet anyway. “Well, It’s nice Rachel we’re having.” I laugh, “What!?” It hurts to hold it in. In fact, it seems I let a little more out. Enough to make the patch a tad bit larger. I notice Chloe’s eyes bulge a it, well that and her comment. “Uh, I meant Weather. Nice weather. And, uh. yeah.” It almost seems ok to let it go knowing she would enjoy it, but I still can’t just let go. I have always been Bladder shy, guess I never really noticed it until she wanted me to just release on command. However, laughing did help release a bit. “Chloe, I need to go so bad.” “Why not just let go. Might make the rest of our trip to….. mystery place, easier.” “Hella easier.” “Hella? Who says that anymore?” “It’s a Cali thing.” “California?” “Long beach, Also Ambidextrous.” “No Shit.” “I was going to use them in a game of two truths and a lie, but it looks like my bladder had other plans.” “How bad do you need to go anyway?” “Very, It hurts to hold it in.” “Just let it go. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” “I can’t, even if I try I won’t be able to with, well, other people around. besides, as much as you don’t like me in pain, you sure don’t mind walking into my dressing room without flowers.” “You wanted a belt, perhaps if you loosen it or tighten it you could.” “No, I think I should just make a deal with you Price.” “Excuse me?” “It seems that when I laugh I am able to relieve myself, as I know you saw.” “Umm. So I make you laugh and you wet, right?” “Deal is, I let you find my one ticklish spot, and let you see me pee myself if you promise me that before we both head back home, you piss yourself.” “Rachel Amber, You are hella weird. I promise.” “Pinky Promise?” We locked pinkies. Things are turning out better than I thought, my biggest mistake, What I thought might be the way things ended with her, this may be how we bond. I never thought I, at my age, would be peeing myself, and maybe liking it? “Well, I guess this is our game now. Where is Rachel Amber ticklish. One right answer. Feel free to search away.” I am most ticklish on my feet. Which is why I never wear sandals or flipflops. I don’t want people seeing my most valuable parts, except when I am on stage. When I am Prospera, I don’t mind being barefoot. I only want the right people looking at them for the right reasons, like if Chloe were to look at them when I need to pee this bad. But I still tend to try to get shoes on as soon as possible because I swear the next time I catch someone staring at my feet. Except Chloe, and maybe even Steph Gingrich, the nerd lesbian in our school. I wonder how she would have responded to this situation. Not in the way Chloe has I am sure. God Chloe, quit starring, just start searching. “So, my first guess is….” She starts scanning my body, I swear she was purposefully staring at my chest a couple of time. A natural Chloe Price move. “Armpits.” I take off my flannel shirt and lift my arms up. “Try it yourself.” She starts scratching, but to no avail. It might kill my bladder, but the tease is on. “Damn, sides?” She lifts up my shirt enough to access my sides. My bladder is Aching. Come on Chloe, I really need the relief. “How bout this. You guess this next time, I tell you the story of any other people on campus I saw wet.” I wink “Might have a certain someone at fire walk on that list.” She perks up, “I did not!” “If you guess right, you just may find out.” “Shit, okay… umm…” She reaches over and starts untying my shoes. Relief here I come. “You must be ticklish here Rachel.” She starts taking off shoes and socks. And my bladder is just dying of anticipation. She found my relief. All I can do is smile. “Try it out Price, today may just be your lucky day.” As soon as she starts scratching I scream out in laughter. My bladder lets spurts out little at a time until I stop Chloe, because finally, my bladder wont stop emptying. So much relief. I can’t help but cry as the pain starts slowly going away. I stand up and allow Chloe the show that she had been dying to see. Feeling the warmth run down my legs, soaking up every spot it came across. It was amazing, and now I am questioning why I never tried this before. All was silent, except for the sound of urine pouring down to the floor. Once the stream died down to a pitter-patter, and then halted, Chloe spoke up. “I am so sorry for putting you through this. You really must have needed to go and-” “Chloe Price, you don’t need to be sorry. Besides, you still owe me a wetting yourself. And lets hope you aren’t pee shy like I am, cause that is painful.” “Oh, yeah. And you owe me stories. Oh, and don’t worry, no pee shyness here.” There was silence for quite some time. I look at the damage. The entire back side is soaked and so is most of the front. Honestly, if this were to have happened in front of anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with Chloe. She just continued to stare at my mess in awe. I decide to speak up “It, actually felt pretty nice. You might be seeing a lot more of this out of me Chloe.” She smiles, “Rachel Amber, you look hot in those soaked jeans.” “How hot?” “Hella Hot.” We laugh as my piss stained jeans glistened in the sun light entering the train. I looked out, and saw the park my father would be going to be, presumably. “We’re here!” “Where?” “Jump and find out!” “What about the stories?” “I’ll tell you as you start to show signs of desperation.” “Alright, Fuck it.” Chloe jumped out, I follow, hoping this day will only get more and more interesting. Once again, sorry about the length. If the demand is high enough I may continue this. Who has Rachel seen wet? Could she have been behind the reason behind some of them? How will Rachel react to seeing Chloe peeing herself? And who was it at Firewalk that Rachel saw piss themself?
  9. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  10. My favorite wetting videos are the ones where girls pee themselves and there is a very loud hiss as she does it. The force of the urine leaving her body drives me wild but they're pretty hard to come across from just doing basic searches. What are the best wetting videos (and diapers too) with pee hissing? I'm a straight guy but if there are some videos of guys wetting diapers with a loud hiss I wouldn't really mind
  11. BlueWetter

    female Request: Natalee

    Hi everyone, I am searching for videos of wet Natalee.. I have found one on YouTube that I shared here some time ago. If anyone has any other videos of her to share, I appreciate it..
  12. This super hot blonde pees her jeans in the bathroom. Nudity warning: She starts undressing at 1:08. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5c0c42f46a2ad
  13. View File Locked Out Jeans Pee This video is from the site Manyvids.com Cute girl drinks a bottle of water over time lapse then is 'locked out' of the bathroom before peeing in her jeans. Very mild. Submitter Pumpkinking Submitted 01/16/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Jeans  
  14. Pumpkinking

    Locked Out Jeans Pee

    Version 1.0.0

    417 downloads

    This video is from the site Manyvids.com Cute girl drinks a bottle of water over time lapse then is 'locked out' of the bathroom before peeing in her jeans. Very mild.

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  15. WesternWets

    Film Scene Fan Art

    I find myself falling in love with several of the films on the pee movie list, especially when they have a good story and fun set of characters to boot. Bonus points if the character who pees herself is well-rounded and focused on a lot so that the accident stays fresh in our minds whenever she returns to the screen. For this reason I'm going to start illustrating some of these cinematic accidents, and I invite others to do the same. It'd be a sin to start with any other one but this. Aside from being a beautiful picture about earthly vices and a meditation on what it means to be and feel like an alien, "The Man Who Fell To Earth" has one of the most iconic urination scenes in cinema. As many of you know about an hour and a half into the movie, the titular man played by the legendary David Bowie unveils his extraterrestrial form to his girlfriend Mary Lou, portrayed by the delightful Candy Clark. The result is a very realistic accident, after she spills her gin & tonic all over herself in fright, he caresses her cheek and she whimpers in terror. Frozen and shaking in her short nightie, she further wets herself when her bladder leaks into her panties. This was actually a last minute addition since the script called for her to vomit in fear, but the dedicated actress couldn't do that bodily function on command no matter how she tried. Perhaps peeing is easier? The actress confirmed in an interview it was faked, but that hasn't stopped it from being a classic fear wetting that deserves way more praise, just like the movie it belongs to. It sits on my shelf with several other films containing pee scenes. I'll illustrate some of those too, next year...
  16. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  17. Jacqi Lantern

    female Persona O

    "ngg" As a train whirs along the tracks above the crowded streets of Tokyo, a young woman stands with knees slightly bent and thighs pushed together, her expression one of mild discomfort. Rather slender in build, her height placed her somewhere below the height of the rest of the women and men in the train, her dark colored hair cut to her shoulders and pushed back from her face by a black hairband, her pointed features grimmaced as she gradually shifted her weight from foot to foot, the train ride dragging on and on from her limited perspective. It was a truly miserable experience. The train had been just crammed enough for her to have to stand, her arm raised to support herself with the handle looped around the steel support beam, leading her feet to ache and her body to feel sluggish and tired, as the ride into the city had taken a few hours now. Coupled with the fact that she had downed nearly 3 full cups of coffee this morning just to be awake early enough to arrive by midday and the fact that said coffee had been sitting in her lower extremities for a quite a while, and it made for quite the uncomfortable ride. Biting her lower lip, the girl's dark brown eyes scanned the scrolling screens overhead, huffing through her nose in relief as she saw the name of her stop scrolling first, indicating it was next. Shibuya, he final connecting stop before she would hop on a train to Sangen-Jaya, the closest station to what would be her new home in Setagaya. She could only hope that her station would let her off at least somewhat close to her destination, as she was loath the have to use a public bathroom, much less have to bother finding a convenient one in the sure-to-be cramped station and the less ideal shops shes was to come across. Garbed in a pair of slim-fitting dark blue jeans, and a black tunic dress, she had with her only a small amount of money to pay a shop for merchandise anyway, along with her quite masculine wallet, phone, and some change, so stopping someplace would be a last resort at best. Though the longer she reasoned against herself over stopping off someplace to relieve herself, the more it seemed like it might become a necessity. She found herself cursing the needlessly long train rides, as several lines were running slower than their usual pace to compensate for repairs needing to be done and for general public safety concerns as of late. Deciding it might be good to take her brain off the swelling pressure in her bladder, the girl looked down to her phone, nestled gently atop her palm and held in place by her three long fingers and her thumb, staring briefly at the reflection of her big brown eyes before lighting the screen up and scrolling to her recent messages, staring at the address and instructions she had been given. It was difficult to make out without her glasses on, but she was familiar enough with the app to navigate to her most recent message, and opening it allowed her to glance over the message that she had been periodically checking over the past couple hours of her full commute. The message itself was very simple, she was being instructed to travel into the city via train and arrive in Setagaya, where she would be presenting herself at the abode of one Nakayama, Ryusei. This is where she would be living for the next 365 days, under order of the court and her parole officer. While unfamiliar with the exact address, she had simply agreed to being told where to go without raising any concerns, not wanting to draw the process out any longer than she already had. While reflecting on her soon-to-be living situation, she found herself pondering exactly what this person was like. All she knew about him was that he was a man that was good friends with her father, though through what means she was not told. He owned, or rather owns a local laundromat, and was never married. This was not very comforting information to the girl, as the thought of living in a house previously occupied by one 30-something year old man made an uneasy shiver run up her spine. Surely there wasn't enough space for her? And the fact that the man had apparently volunteered in this endeavor filled her head with images of some rotund goblin of a man trying to peek in on her as she showered. Plus there was her...issue...to take into account. Shaking her head, she breathed a huff through her nose, forcing herself to dispel such thoughts. Surely the government would not force her into some cramped little space just in an effort to send her to a more-easily-monitored school. Besides that, there was nothing to be done about it. She had to simply play the cards she was dealt for now. And right now, she was being dealt a hand of sodden, yellowed, dripping cards. The vigourous head-shaking motion had sent light shivers down her body, and such agitated her bladder further, making her shuffle her feet, and bite her lower lip, fingers curling around the handle hanging above her head. [could this line go any slower?] After what felt like the better part of another hour, a pleasant sounding chime over the intercom and a gentle-sounding woman's voice announced that the train would be pulling into Shibuya shortly, and that all passengers should remain seated until the train has come to a full stop. Grateful to hear those liberating words, the girl quickly shuts the screen to her phone down, ignoring the slight flash of red she saw in her peripherals, and tucked the device away into her front left pocket, bouncing back and forth between both of her feet. In the short time she had actually been standing there for, she had kept the tingling sensation below her waist in the back of her mind, but now knowing that the train was going to be coming to a stop, she relented to the idea that she could not hold it for another hour long trip to Setagaya, and that she'd have to take a short walk into Shibuya to find someplace she could unload at. After about another five minutes for the train to actually pull in to the station, open its doors, and for the small grouping of people riding in from outside the city to pour from it's doors, the girl would be hurriedly rushing up the stairs with a slight blush to her cheeks, feeling the weight of her early-morning commute sloshing around beneath the constricting waistband of her pants. She cursed at herself for letting it get to be this dire of a situation, but couldn't focus on her self-deprivation for very long, lest her efforts to make it so some kind of toilet be wasted. She knew better than to try the station bathrooms. A large place like this, as packed as it appeared on the outside, was just the place to foster lines of young women, perfect traps for the desperate and bathroom-shy, both titles that applied to herself. Instead, her best bet was to head up to the surface, and try to find some small establishment she could perhaps purchase a package of candy or, luck forbidding, a soda in exchange for use of their bathrooms. And true to her instinct, on her way through the underground complex that her station-stop had been a part of, she was able to glimpse a set of bathrooms in the distance, the leftmost of which sporting a line of women reaching out into the complex proper. Stepping out into the city streets of Shibuya, the sun had fully risen and was now shining down onto the denizens with mild warmth of April, relenting in the downpour of rain it had given way too for the past three days. The city itself was a hub of bustling activity, groups of people in all manner of dress and manner rushing about to their respective destinations, threatening to sweep any unwitting tourist up in the flow of walking traffic. Luckily, our protagonist had a destination in mind, one containing a throne of shining porcelain and a sanctuary of privacy for her rather un-lady-like intentions. Unfortunately for her however, a cursory look at her surroundings after emerging onto the streets from the station below yielded nowhere she could stop in to relieve her waters, only further stations and a booth selling lottery tickets. At this moment, the girl felt a shudder run up her spine as her muscles lapsed in their control for a moment. She could feel herself about to lose a leak of urine into her underthings, only barely able to wrest control of her faculties back before she left a damp stain on the fabric. Flushing red in the face, she froze at the top of the stairs, her face scrunching up as she all but fully crossed her legs, her right thigh in front of the other and pressing back while most of her weight rested on her left leg, bouncing up and down the heel. Her fists clenched at her sides, she could only stand there and wait for nearly a full minute while she waited for the urge to start letting lose in her clothes passed over her. She now had no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't be able to hold it long enough to arrive at her destination. She needed to cross to Central Street and find somewhere, anywhere she could pop in and have a quick pit stop. As soon as she the wave of pressure pushing down from her abdomen retreating back within her, her confidence returning along with it, she began to move again, taking a hard right once then twice again and heading further into Shibuya, aiming to cross the busy intersection and over to the businesses on the otherside. She'd have to get over her public-toilet anxiety just this once... Standing there in the small crowd waiting to cross the street, it was difficult not to indulge in the sights. Being from a more rural area, she had never seen such tall buildings or such bustling avenues before. Certainly nothing tall enough to boast big screens or scrolling billboards like what surrounded her now. For a moment she truly looked like a tourist, gazing up at the buildings and at the cars bustling up and down the city streets as she stood there bouncing in place and dancing from foot to foot, doing so without thought as her body struggled to manage it's capacity. As the light turned from orange to green, the crowd started to walk, and the girl began stepping forward in a hurry, only to have to slow her gait as she nearly walked into the back of a taller man in front of her. Stepping to the side to move past him, she found herself having to dodge another person, then another, only to slow to a stop herself as she realized that all around her, people had stopped walking all together, in the middle of street. No...they hadn't stopped walking. They had frozen. People stood mid-gait in the middle of the cross walk. There was a young man in the crowd that sat perched on a bike, perfectly balanced despite not being in motion. Despite the throbbing in her bladder, the girl stopped dead, looking around at the city square, up at the scrolling billboards she had just been watching. Every single thing, even birds in the sky, had frozen dead in their tracks. Before she could even properly comprehend what had happened, the girl winced as she felt a splash of hot water against the back of her neck. Shivering, she squeezed her legs together and whirled around, her bladder shuddering at the liquid stimulation. Her eyes went wide as, perhaps 10 paces away, a humanoid shape was forming out of boiling hot water seemingly bubbling up out of thin air. It twisted up from the ground into a womanly shape well over 6 feet tall, the head sporting two empty almond-shaped spaces for eyes. Eyes that seemed to draw the girl's attention in, further in...until suddenly in her minds eye, she could see her own face reflected in it, the crystal blue water whipping around her face and eyes as she bore a confident smile. Gasping, her focus was suddenly returned to the world around her, as loud white noise filled her ears, and the crowd of people began to move around her once again. A cursory glance around would reveal that everything had returned to how it had been moments before, the crowd threatening to leave her standing dumbfounded in the center of the road. "what...what was...ah!" A shrill squeak came from the depths of the girl's throat as she felt a spurt of warmth spreading over her most sensitive areas, soaking into her panties and pressing against her tightly clenched muscles. The time to contemplate her odd experience would be later. Right now, she had to make it to a restroom before she did irreparable damage to her underwear. She started towards the other side of the road once again, having to stop and take a sharp intake of breath as the reckless and sudden move sent another leak dripping from her straining womanhood into her moistened smallclothes. Whimpering, she grabbed at the front hem of her tunic, taking a brief moment to cross her legs and bounce in place, before she had to start moving lest risk getting run over. She spurted twice again as she crossed the street, no doubt leaving a sizeble stain on her underwear that she could feel making the fabric stick to the bottom of her rear and soaking into the inside of her jeans. Finally having reached the sidewalk, she was afforded the opportunity to stop in place and clamp down on the leak, visibly tense and turning back and forth as she stood there with legs crossed, people moving around her and sparing her odd looks. Shy as she was, she couldn't afford to be bashful right now. The heat now nestled in the crotch of her bottoms only made her body desire to let loose even more, the dampness pressing against her womanhood in a most tantalizing way. It was a full minute before she could move again, and she knew now she couldn't afford to be picky about where she stopped. The Big Bang Burger on her right would have to do, she decided, as she quickened her pace to make it in the door. Thankfully, being the middle of the afternoon, it seemed that the business was lacking for business, so she could quickly make her way up to the register, meeting the face of a girl about her own age, done up in uniform and greeting her pleasantly. "Welcome to Big Bang Burger! How can we...help you...today?" The employee's speech slowed as she watched the girl in front of her, unable to stand still for even a moment, and with a hand tugging down at the front of her dress. "Hello...I...I'll order a small fry...and...could you perhaps point me to your bathrooms?" That seemed to clear things up, at least on the Employee's end. Giving a short nervous chuckle, she rang up the order with a quick pace, clearing her throat before she spoke again. "The restrooms are around the corner to your right...may I have a name for your order?" she asked, watching the girl produce a card from her wallet, dancing in place as she handed it over to pay. "nng...Mo...Moriuchi..." she murmurs simply, waiting only to get her card back before taking off for the restrooms, social etiquette be damned. Thankfully, there was no line or lock on the door to take care of, allowing her to rush right in, already lifting her dress and unbuttoning her jeans as she crossed the tile room, whimpering frantically all the way. Her body had seemed to sense how close relief was, and was now deigning it appropriate to begin a slight dribble to re-wet her already sodden underwear. Dancing on the spot as she opened the door to the first stall, slipped in, and locked it behind her, the words "no" and "not yet" passed her mouth several time as she made her way to the modern westernized toilet occupying the stall. Still bouncing and frantically dancing, the girl cursed under her breath as she wiggled her jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of rather wet looking pink panties, complete with sunflower print designs all over, and a dark patch that covered the gusset and partially up her rear end. Turning around, she tugged her undies down only to her thighs, the small trickling stream falling from her womanhood splattering freely against the seat for a moment before could position herself properly and fall to sit down, finally able to relax. A heavy sigh followed by several deep breaths came from Moriuchi-chan's throat as she finally began to release her pent up waters into the basin below, basking in the relief afforded to her by the fast food establishment. Bathing in the release, there was a short fifteen seconds where nothing entered her brain besides pure happiness at not having to face her new guardian with soaked pants. And that thought then lead the fact that she hadn't actually made it out dry. She had leaked in her underwear quite a bit, and had to inspect the damage. Scowling, she looked down to her clothes, breathing a disappointing sigh through her nose. Her underwear was wet, that was for sure, and it would be an uncomfortable and unsanitary train ride if she were to put them back on as is. Luckily her jeans only had a small wet patch on the bottom of the seat, and would be spared from sight by the length of her tunic, but still, it was far too close a call. Sitting there, she had to make a very embarrassing decision, puling off her sneakers, pants, and underwear in sequences, before pulling her pants back onto her legs up to her knees and putting her shoes on, holding her panties up for one final look, as she relented to the fact that she'd have to leave them behind, else risk smelling like pee and chaffing her legs the entire rest of the way to her new home. A shame too, these were one of her favorite pair... Finishing up after about 45 full seconds, the girl wraps her hand in toilet paper to clean herself and dab away the moisture left inside her jeans, before tugging them up, grimacing as the rough fabric fit snuggling around her bare rear end and more sensitive feminine areas. Flushing behind her, she cleared her throat once, peeking out into the bathroom from behind the stall door to confirm nobody else was in there. A simple maneuver was left. The trashcan, the sink to wash her hands, and the protagonist of our story left the bathroom to continue her trip, down one pair of panties, but with a delightfully conservative serving of french fries waiting for her. (So a while ago I attempted to start a persona-themed roleplay with some people and it never quite got off the ground. I put quite a bit of thought into what would have been my main character for it thought and I would hate for that to go to waste, so I decided I'd write this up. I suppose it also serves as something of an advertisement for my open-ness to do a Persona-themed Roleplay on the site, but I figured a fic would be a nice place to start. The other contributor to the brief RP was Keita123, who also does some fine work.)
  18. rachelkirwan

    Spank Wetting

    Version 1.0.0

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    Name kind of says it all. Enjoy, Rach

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  19. HarryPotterFun

    Harry Potter

    This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them 😞 I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. 🙂 The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
  20. I hope everyone here can help me out. I've been trying to add clips and screenshots to the new Pee Movie Database of adult men peeing in their pants. If you know a scene, please let me know (PLEASE let me know also the episode and time it appears if you can. Thanks!) Here are some places that show what I've already collected: https://omorashi.online/pmd/wetness http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/shows http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/movies
  21. Version 1.0.0

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    Well, some more almost made it and just made it videos for you to enjoy. Rach

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  22. View File JAV - SL-221 (Almost Made It, Rushing to the Loo) Well, some more almost made it and just made it videos for you to enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/15/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  23. Version 1.0.0

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    This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach

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  24. diokno44x

    Car Wetting 3

    Well, time for the third installment in this little trilogy of the times I peed my pants in the car. So this occurred in 2nd grade, I must have just come from school, as I was still dressed in the uniform khakis, and the white polo if memory serves. I also wore a pair of these Spider-Man Pull-Ups, as it was around late 1st grade to early 2nd grade that Pull-Ups fit me better than the usual diapers. We were driving out of the neighborhood that Saint John Vianney resided in, and heading into the area with all the shops and the public library, that I felt the need to pee. Thinking nothing of it, I simply did as usual when I had to pee and I was sitting. I spread my legs, and let it flow. Unfortunately, I underestimated how much I had to pee. I soon felt my Pull-Up dampen, as usual, but I soon felt my khakis dampen, and then the seat. I would have stopped my flow, but realizing it was too late, simply let go. Once I finished up, I looked at my mom, who was in the seat in front of me. "Mommy, my Pull-Up leaked." I told her. She comforted me, and stopped the car. Opening up my door, she helped me get all non wet clothes off, tossing my soaked Pull-Up into a nearby trash can. This left me in just the polo, and my shoes. She had me sit on a plastic mat, just in case, while we continued the drive to get some spare Pull-Ups at the local CVS.
  25. Plug Cryostat

    May couldn't hold it

    Here is a drawing i decided to do of May from Pokemon. For those familiar with my art, you'll notice this is more detailed than i'm used to. I'm trying to improve my artwork with shading, and i'm learning a bit on how to draw environments. I look forward to any comments and criticism on my work. Without further adieu, here is, May.