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  1. File Name: 2-1474 Race Girl Changing and Wetting File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 18 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Race girl changes her clothes and changes into a skirt and panties and wets herself. Click here to download this file
  2. File Name: 2-1441 Maid West herself File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 18 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Maid in blue uniform wets herself while working. Click here to download this file
  3. File Name: 2-1431 Math Schoolgirl wetting at Blackboard File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 18 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Japanese schoolgirl doing very hard math at the blackboard wets her white panties. Click here to download this file
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    File Name: 2-1172 File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 18 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Girl wets her panties on the hood of a car. Click here to download this file
  5. File Name: 2-1165 Polkadot panties schoolgirl wetting File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 18 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips Cute schoolgirl wetting her polkadot panties! Click here to download this file
  6. File Name: 034A104 - Japanese Policewoman Wets Herself File Submitter: boe2hoets File Submitted: 17 Dec 2011 File Category: Videos / Movies / Clips a Policewoman who needs to go to toilet while at the same time, a civilian (cameraman i think) come and asks some question. Then, she lost her bladder control. A Japanase short movie made by Japanese Pee EX which I find them very nice to watch. Enjoy :) Click here to download this file
  7. rachelkirwan

    female The Mega-Diaper Study Session

    So I haven’t written about an experience for a while and this is for several reasons. The first is that I have been very busy with my research and readings. It’s been lovely sunny weather over here in the South of the UK, and I haven’t really had too much to write about. I’ve been a relatively good girl with few naughty afternoons. This is partly because I have been spending more time with the BF, but also I’ve had a little lull in my desires to wet myself and otherwise be naughty. I do have two very emotional experiences to recount soon about sharing a bed with my BF while wearing a diaper and having a few incidents relating to my bedwetting issues and sharing a bed with him. But well now is not the time, and I can’t do those incidents justice. Instead I want to tell you all about a little bit of mischief I got up to a few days ago. For those of you who have been following the diaper reviews (https://omorashi.org/topic/14636-official-diaper-reviews/), but well I bought a pack of terrible diapers a while back when I was still sleeping alone and wanted to try out a few slim products to possibly wear if I was to spend a night with my BF. So I bought a pack of these: http://www.vlesia.info/en/pr_slip_compact.shtml. And they are terrible, the tapes come undone, they don’t fit correctly and they leak. Now I’m very careful with my liquid intake and all that and at night we are not talking massive soakings but these ones still leak, especially if you sleep on your side. They are however incredibly cheap so being the impoverished student that I am I tried them out and then well as they don’t work well at all and I’m not really willing to risk leaks I generally abandoned them. They are also not particularly bulky (hence the discreet aspect) and so they don’t even fulfill that need when I feel like wearing something super bulky. Sigh. So I’ve got quite a few of them left in the box under my bed. Well a few days ago I was feeling a little naughty, for a change (on an aside, I don’t know what it is about the nice weather but it initially seemed to really have lowers my libido). Anyhow, I’ve also been super busy (sorry for the slow replies to messages, but they have been very low on the priority list which is perilous). So I couldn’t justify a long protracted thing which would keep me from my work. So my solution was to drink slightly more water than usual (and some vitamin water ad tea for breakfast) and work, non-stop, without getting up, until I had read an entire ~270 page philosophy book. This was to be no mean feat, and just to clarify I had woken up (wet sadly but I’m getting pretty used to the routine by now). Went pee. Had tea with breakfast (Earl Gray, a big hard workers mug), and then had a pint of vitamin waters and a second pint of water. For those who know me, I don’t have a very large capacity and I’m terrible at holds. This wasn’t going to be a hold day however. You try understanding Françoise d'Eaubonne when you’re on the brink of brink of wetting your panties, if the desperation doesn’t get you, the irony will - big rivulets of irony running down your legs, oh you naughty girl, time perhaps for a spanking? No that would not do, so I decided to put on a diaper. Now I have a very strict ration of nice good Tena Slips for wearing at night, they are expensive and I wasn’t going to go about playing with one for fun, at least not until after August. But I also didn’t want to ruin the chair or carpet etc. So I did the following, in essence creating the diaper equivalent of a Moroccan stuffed wedding camel. I took a Vlesi-slip compact, inside it I put a pink princess Pullup with the sides cut off and a slit in the bottom to let it flow into the diaper. I secure this with a little tape. I then stuck a Depends pad also with a slit in the gusset of the Pullup. On top of this, I put a second pad, this one the normal period type on top and a little above the Depends pad. This pad covered the Depends pad entirely and I had also cut a slit in its bottom, which was a little harder because the entire thing was sticky. I don’t know the brand of this pad, it was one of the random ones in the bag under my sink which I must have got as a free sample or had a friend leave or something. It was nice though with the blue pattern on it. In the following picture you can see my creation. I then carefully put it on, and used even more tape to tape it in place. I taped it up very tightly as I didn’t want it falling off under the weight of the expected pee I was intending on flooding it with. So the diaper was firm against my skin. The feeling of a fresh diaper squeezed against the skin is usually a nice one, but well the pads didn’t exactly make the feeling perfect. The thing was incredibly bulky and I had to waddle a tiny bit. I then pulled on a baggy pair of PJ bottoms (I had a plain baby blue t-shirt and candy pink push up bra on, so overall I felt very padded indeed). Anyhow I didn’t know how the whole thing would work, and I intended on sitting at my desk for a good long time, so I also cut in half a Goodnites Sleep Mat and put that on my chair. The chair has been leaked on before but I was committed to not getting up regardless of the state of my diaper. So thus equipped, and with an additional glad of juice, beside me, I sat down at my desk and started reading. Now I’m cheating a little bit here, the book is an English translation first of all, and I had already read the first chapter the day before. So it wasn’t an entire book but it was enough. I sat about reading and felt the need to pee very quickly thereafter. I had taken some time putting the mega-diaper together and the fluids I had previously drunk had had time to work their way through my system. So I peed. A full bladders worth. And immediately felt the warm wetness spreading across my crotch. It was that exquisite feeling of peeing your panties but it stays warm. Perfectly yummy. Well there were no leaks, and in fact the wetness had not even travelled to the outer diaper, or at least I could not feel it and so I read on. Over the next two hours I released whenever I had the slightest urge and the diaper gradually filled. At about an hour and a half I could feel a small leak on the gusset along my inner left thigh, and the pee turned cold when it hit the fabric of my PJs (which are a sort of pink and black swirly pattern pair). It wasn’t too much of a leak so I read on. The diaper was very bulky between my legs and completely full after about 2.5 hours. Feeling the outside I could feel that the entire thing was soaked, but save for the small leak on my inner thigh, it was going very well and had held everything, at least 4 pees, though not full bladders worth. I had finished my water by now so I got up and waddled, yes waddled they diaper was thick between my legs and soaking wet, over to the sink for more water. When I got back to my desk and sat down there was a squelching sound and I could feel the warm liquid in the diaper squish all over my bum, up my bum crack and, delightfully, all over my labia. I was so very warm and moist, ok wet, all over my diaper area, and I reveled in it. Sitting down also cause little leaks on both the rear gussets along the under part of my bum. The classic diaper leak on the bum spot for those in the know. This was quickly absorbed by the Goodnite sleep mat, and I sat there reading and quickly finished off the next cup of water. I decided that the diaper was pretty much at and slightly beyond its capacity and letting out small leaks at random intervals would not quite get me the satisfaction I wanted at this point. So I held on to this last class of water as long as I could. I was a good 3.5 hours of sitting in this soggy diaper when I felt the need to pee and reckoned I had enough to get a good flood of the thing. I was also close to being done the book, but importantly also had to head out in about an hour and I wanted time to… well clean up among other things. So I released and I could feel the pee filling the already bursting diaper. One thing about diapers and filling them beyond capacity. They will hold more than they say on the label, they just won’t let you move without leaking. So sitting there I could feel the diapers and pads all swelling. Now this is a feeling I can recommend to any diaper lovers (but you already know what I’m talking about), but all wetting fans. Wetting your panties or underwear is nice, wetting tight pants is nice, the feeling of wet warm fabric against your private parts is truly a delightful feeling. The exquisite naughtiness of it, very fulfilling and gets the blood pumping… everywhere… but wetting an already full diaper, especially one which is tight, the thirsty material of the diaper can’t go out anymore, so it is forced to swell inwards, pressing its warm, wet, delightfully squishy bulk against your special places. The feeling reminds me of the first few times I tried (/discovered) masturbating. I was young, and woke up (wet) in the middle of the night after a very naughty dream (for a 13 year old it was naughty, and while my memory is fuzzy, it probably involved wetting and heavy petting… oh how scandalous). I remember pressing a pillow between my legs and squishing the wet squishy interior of the Goodnite against my labia and clit, slowly grinding. It felt amazing. Electric. And the warmth of the diaper soon spread all over my pelvis and body. Delightful. So wearing this massive diaper as I currently was brought back these early nostalgic feelings of self discovery and innocent eroticism, which I relish. Anyhow the diaper was very bulky and full. It leaked. A lot. I was of course no sure how much on my bum as my bum had felt wet for quite some time, but I could feel wetness on the bottoms of my thighs and basically all over the seat. The wet had also risen up the diaper and I hadn’t realized but the bottom of my shirt was dark blue with having also absorbed some of my voluminous accidents. I sat there for a few moments, thoroughly enjoying the wetness, the warmth and the sheer naughtiness of it all. I tried wiggling my bum (which made squishing noises and I could feel puddles of pee and very sodden diaper filling material pressing all around my bum), and also tried standing up and sitting down. Which made a delightfully squishy sound and made the pee squish all over my private parts. So yummy. Despite the tape, the bum part of the diaper was starting to sag. It was really not made to accommodate such a ridiculous amount of pee. I could also feel the wetness of my PJ bottoms against my legs, and a few drips of cool pee trickling down the backs of my legs when I stood up. I love this feeling, you feel utterly helpless to stop the trickle and have no idea where it came from, but the coolness of the pee focuses your senses on it and you can track its progress tantalizingly down your leg. The Goodnite sleepmat was pretty sodden (see the pictures below), but protected my chair, and nothing dripped on the ground. I moved the sleepmat to the ground and hurriedly took a picture. At this stage there was warm pee still dripping down my legs and my PJ bottoms were soaked. I could feel the bum was totally sodden. I peeled down my PJ bottoms and wrapped them in such a way as to avoid getting pee on my carpet. And then I shimmied the massive swollen diaper down my legs while standing on the sleepmat. I tore one side of take to facilitate this process but generally it was so exhausted from is herculean job that it didn’t have much left. My legs and private area were glistening with pee. I am partly shaved down there and my pubic hair was soft and damp from being encased in a wet diaper for so long. I towelled myself off with a dry part of the PJ bottoms and a dirty towel and then took a picture of the resulting diaper. You can see that the pads were utterly soaked, and very fat, this was what have been giving me such fabulous sensations. They went from slim little panty liners, so bloated pee filled hot dogs. The princesses, usually quite demurely covered with a thin layer of cloth, were brightly visible. And obviously the little ‘wetness indicating’ apple on the heart in the crotch was totally gone. The wetness indicator for the outer diaper was similarly gone and I found that the die had migrated up my back side such that the only place where a slight stain of the indicator was left was right above my bum crack. Interesting. I tried to separate the pads and Pullup to do individual pictures but they started falling apart. The slits in them spilling absorbent crystals everywhere so this was as many pictures as I could take. With my diaper area still glistening I wrapped up the entire thing in the sleepmat, tied and then taped it up, and tossed it in the trash. The whole thing must have weighted about 5 or 6 pounds probably more, perhaps I should have weighted it. I needed a shower but I also needed release. I left the book with a little bit left to go and some additional notes to take but I couldn’t keep my mind on it. I therefore took the towel I had used to dry myself off with and laid it on my bed. I took off my shirt which was wetter than I had thought, with wet patches well beyond my belly button. And threw myself on the bed. I was soaked, with pee and naughty juices and I began feeling my damp folds with my fingers. Usually I like to use my special vibrating toy but not today, I was quite rough too. I won’t tell you any more details about this part of the experience but I will say that it was fantastic and wet. I came very hard and quite quickly, and even squirted (or more leaked) a little as I did. I lay there wet and sticky for a while before I recovered enough to wipe myself off and make my way downstairs to the shower. I hope you all enjoyed this experience, I hope I can find time to write more soon. For new people please share your experiences, summer is upon us and this means getting out and wetting yourself has never been easier J Rachel
  8. Sapphire3619

    Alone

    I'd like to get a chapter-ed story out next (not this one), but that means finding enough weekends in a row to write it :) For now, I have this little scene to share. Happy [almost] Halloween! *** “Alright, darlings,” Willa Morgan called to the two teenagers. “We’re off to dinner. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, or you can order a pizza if you’re willing to wait. We should be back before 10.” “Sure, Mom,” 18-year-old Finley responded with a smile, swinging her unrealistically shiny curtain of hair over her shoulders. Hank looked up from his sketchpad. “Could I please play games while you’re gone?” “Sure, sweetie,” Willa replied. “Thanks for asking. I’m sure you can figure out how to get the system working.” Hank thanked Willa and headed back to the den. The cabin was small compared to the Morgan’s massive estate in the city, but it still seemed luxurious to Hank. He liked playing video games – the focus and lack of any real-world implications was relaxing – but he knew that Willa and Geoff preferred to limit video games during “family time.” Back in the kitchen, Willa and Geoff kissed their daughter goodbye and headed out. The cabin was fairly remote, and the closet acceptable restaurant for date night was a half-hour drive away, but they didn’t have any hesitation with leaving the two teens alone at the cabin. Well, barely any hesitation. When Willa had proposed going out the night before, Geoff had questioned whether or not they should stay with Hank. After all, the 15-year-old had only lived with them for a month, and this was the first trip to the cabin they’d taken as a family. The trip had been Geoff’s idea. He’d wanted to give them all a chance to bond and relax before the new school year started. He thought the quiet and relative simplicity of a week out in the country would be helpful for Hank’s transition. To be honest, the Morgans didn’t know a whole lot about Hank’s life before he’d come to live with them. Even the social worker didn’t seem to know. They knew he was originally from a few states over and that he’d been bounced around among various family members, but none of his living situations were what could reasonably be called “healthy.” Willa and Geoff had heard about drugs, alcohol, and neglect, though, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, there had never been any physical or sexual abuse. Through a series of lucky connections and one very concerned teacher, Hank had been placed in the foster care system and ended up moving a few hundred miles away. Willa and Geoff had been looking into fostering for several years. They’d only had one child and wanted to be able to share their considerable wealth, but they knew bringing a disadvantaged child into a completely new environment wasn’t a simple procedure. Willa and Geoff both worked, so they knew they were not equipped to take in a child with substantial supervision or personal care needs. Luckily, and more than a little surprisingly, Hank seemed to be remarkably well-adjusted. He was mature and whip-smart, the kind of smart that seemed out-of-place coming from a kid with dingy, tattered clothes and raggedy hair. The Morgans had provided a haircut and updated wardrobe, and Hank had responded with nothing but politeness and good behavior. He smiled easily and responded readily in family conversations. Willa and Geoff counted themselves very lucky. Now, out at the old but well-kept family cabin, Hank was settled in the den in the back, while Finley remained in the kitchen, engrossed with her phone. Finley wasn’t unkind, but she had the kind of embedded self-centeredness that came with being the beautiful only child of rich parents, despite Willa and Geoff’s attempts to keep from spoiling her. She didn’t enjoy the cabin as much as she used to, and now, a half hour after he parents left, she was bored. Her parents had explicitly told her to stay with Hank, right? He was 15. He’d be fine if she ran out to meet up with some friends. Finley had already made her decision before she knocked gently on the slightly-ajar door to the den. Hank’s eyes flickered over to his glamourous foster sister before refocusing on the campaign. “Hey, Fin,” he greeted her. Finley smiled. She really did like the quiet new addition to their family. She knew some of her friends’ younger brothers, so she was well aware that 15-year-old boys were not, as a group, all polite and unobtrusive. “Hey, kid,” she replied. “I’m gonna run out and meet some friends for dinner. I won’t be gone long. Is that OK?” “Mmm-hmm,” Hank mumbled, his eyes locked on the screen. He knew that Finley was asking him something, but she didn’t seem to be asking him to do anything, so he didn’t put too much thought into assenting. He and Finley didn’t talk much, so he didn’t feel badly about keeping his attention on his game. Likewise, Finley wasn’t really concerned with Hank’s inattentive response. She’d done her job – alerted the young man that she’d be gone – and she’d be back well before her parents, anyway. She grinned at Hank before walking out, shutting the door behind her. Hank didn’t really hear the door shut. He definitely didn’t hear the rattle of the old, loose lock clicking into place. The cabin was several decades old, and the den in the back of the house had been the last on the list for updates. The knob was loose and creaky, and if the door was shut even a little bit too hard, the lock would fall into place, effectively trapping anyone who happened to be in the den. But Hank didn’t know that. He barely even registered that Finley was gone. All he knew is that he was nearly finished with the current mission. He adjusted his position on the floor. He realized he had to pee, as he usually did around this time of night, and he was getting hungry. He decided he’d finish the mission, save, and then get up to go to the bathroom and get something for dinner. Hank squirmed a bit as he finished the mission, pressing his knees together. He saved his progress and turned off the TV, stretching a bit as he rose from the floor. For the first time, he noticed how quiet it seemed. The cabin didn’t have any of the typical traffic and human sounds as the city, anyway, but without the noise from his game, the silence of the house seemed palpable. Hank’s brow furrowed as he reached for the door. But the knob wouldn’t turn. Hank frowned, stepping in closer. He gripped the doorknob harder, but it wouldn’t budge. He jiggled the knob, and it rattled in his hand, but still wouldn’t turn. Hank felt himself starting to sweat. “Fin?” he called. No answer. He tried again, louder. “Fin? Can you help me?” Silence. Hank dropped his hand from the door. He tried to convince himself that there was a logical explanation for the silence…and the locked door…and the apparently empty house… It’s fine he told himself. Willa and Geoff are at dinner. Fin probably just has her headphones in or something. He stepped back from the door, unsure of how to proceed. He had to pee, and he was pretty hungry, but he could wait awhile. He slumped back on the floor and turned on the TV. After another half hour, he turned it off again, listening for any sounds of movement outside the den. The quiet of the cabin was making him nervous, and he could hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. He stood and looked out the window; he could see dark storm clouds rolling in, obscuring the evening summer sun. Hank’s face fell. The storm looked bad. It’s not that he was afraid of storms, but he could tell it was going to be loud and nasty, and he really wasn’t sure if the den was the safest place to be in the cabin. The Morgans had given him a cell phone, but he still wasn’t used to keeping it on his person at all times, so it was somewhere on the other side of the locked door. He walked back over to the door. He tried the doorknob again, already knowing the futility of the attempt. “Finley?” he yelled. No answer. “Willa? Geoff?” Silence. Hank felt his stomach drop. The nerves were accompanied by a surge in his bladder that necessitated a squeeze of his thighs. “Finley?” he repeated, but much quieter. He stepped backward into the den, fighting despondency. No one was coming. No one was home. Hank blinked rapidly. The rain started outside, and he slid down onto the couch. It’s fine, he thought. I can handle this. He felt a familiar emptiness in his chest as he sat in the empty room. He was alone. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been left alone – dropped off at some new house, not picked up after school, or, just like now, flat-out being left behind in a house by himself. Hank breathed deeply as the minutes passed. Some small, logical part of his brain tried to say that there was a rational explanation, that the Morgans really wouldn’t take him out to a cabin just to abandon him. But Hank had been left behind far too many times to allow that part any purchase. He was 15, he was alone, he was trapped, there was a big storm approaching, he was hungry, and he really had to pee. Inhaling sharply, Hank pressed his hand between his legs. He’d already had to go, and the increase in anxiety only served to make his need all the more intense. The storm intensified outside. Hank could hear the rain lashing against the block glass windows high on the wall. Hank knew he should calm down, but he hadn’t been able to release his grip on his dick. He felt overwhelmed, almost lightheaded. He looked around the room for anywhere he could relieve himself without making a mess, but there were no waste bins or even empty water bottles. A hot leak sprung against Hank’s hand, and he doubled over. He couldn’t remember ever having to pee so badly, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Slowly, Hank rose to his feet and made his way over to the far wall, off of the area rug. The old hardwood floors were a bit warped with age, but he figured hard floors would be easier to clean than the couch or the rug. If he ever got out of here, that is. Hank peed a little more as he moved, and his breath caught in his throat. Without looking, he knew there would be a visible stain on his shorts. It should have been the least of his concerns, what with being abandoned and locked in a room and all, but the immediacy of excretory desperation had a way of overtaking all other thoughts. Sliding down against the wall, Hank wet even more. He was vibrating with fear and the physical effort of holding, and he hadn’t been able to wrap his head around the fact that he was about to have an accident in his pants. A bolt of lightning lit the den, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder. Hank gasped and jerked, finally losing his last shred of control. Urine began to flow through his shorts, rapidly expanding the existing stain between his legs. Hank shuddered with failure and fear, repressed sobs shaking his body. His stream of piss surged and waned with each heave of his torso, cruelly mimicking his silent, uneven cries. But still no tears fell from his eyes. He was scared and alone, but he wouldn’t cry. He’d been here before. Well, not having an accident – not for many years, anyway – but alone in a house with no one to help or take care of him. Hank kept wetting, soaking through every inch of the fabric of his underwear and shorts. A warm puddle grew from his butt out past his shoes, pooling oddly on the old, warped floorboards. Another crash of thunder seemed to shake the cabin. Hank was still wetting himself, pee trickling in multiple streams through his drenched underwear and onto the floor. He leaned against the wall, unable to support himself, even in a sitting position. His stream finally tapered off, leaving him with saturated shorts sticking to his thighs and a long puddle underneath him that rippled with each tremor of his body. Hank stared past his knees, his gaze unfocused. The storm drifted past the cabin, and the sound of thunder gradually diminished, but Hank still couldn’t bring himself to move. He was exhausted from worry and trying to hold it, and he didn’t want to think of what he’d have to do now that the Morgans had abandoned him. His shorts cooled and chafed against his legs, and his thoughts swam with ineffectual attempts to convince himself that it was all no big deal. It was just another family that didn’t want him. He didn’t know how long he sat there. The sounds of the storm faded, but sunlight didn’t return, indicating that it was at least after 9. Just as Hank was about to doze off, he heard voices. He blinked rapidly, heart in his throat. “…here, honey?” Willa’s voice sounded mildly concerned as she came down the hallway toward the den. “Willa!” Hank’s voice caught as he called for his foster mother, delirious with confusion and relief. “Willa!” “Hank?” Willa was definitely concerned now. She reached for the den door, and, seeing it shut, guessed what must have happened. With Geoff at her side, she twisted the old lock just so, and the door sprung open. Hank gasped at the sight of his foster parents. He felt like the ever-tightening band of fear wrapped around his chest had snapped, and he choked with relief. He scrambled to his feet, clumsy and gangly, as Willa and Geoff hurried across the room. Willa wrapped her arms around the distraught teen, and Geoff embraced them both. Before she could open her mouth to ask what had happened, Hank let out a keening sob. “You left me!!” he wailed, the words straining against his throat. “Y-you le-ahhhhhh!” Words failed him, and he sagged against the embrace of the Morgans. Willa and Geoff shared a horrified look. In just seconds, they’d figured out that Finley was gone, and Hank had somehow gotten locked in the den. Neither of them had expected the sheer betrayal and anxiety on the teen’s face, though. Willa opened her mouth to correct him, but Geoff spoke first. “We’re so sorry, Hank,” he said gently. “We shouldn’t have left you for so long. We’re here now. It’s OK, I promise.” Hank continued to weep, his face buried against Willa’s shoulder. It had been so long since someone had actually come back for him, since someone leaving didn’t mean them leaving for good. He’d spent the past two hours trying to convince himself that he didn’t care about the Morgans, and especially didn’t care that they didn’t care about him, but seeing Willa and Geoff burst into the den had shattered that delusion. He did care about them, and he desperately didn’t want them to leave him behind. Seeing them left him breathless with relief, a feeling only demonstrable through his current breakdown. Willa and Geoff shared a look over the crying teen’s head and came to the mutual decision that they’d get the full story later. The only important matter at the moment was comforting Hank. “Mom?” Finley’s voice echoed down the hallway. She’d heard Hank’s cries as soon as she walked in the front door and had hurried to the den. Willa raised an eyebrow at her daughter, who paled seeing the emotional tableau in the middle of the room. “Hank…” Finley stammered. “Mom, I…” She took a step forward and sighed. “Hank, I’m so sorry,” Finley apologized, genuinely remorseful. “I didn’t mean to be gone for that long, I swear.” Geoff and Willa both started at the girl, silently demanding an explanation. “I ran out with friends to get dinner,” Finley continued. “I told Hank I was leaving, but,” she continued quickly, seeing her parents stiffen at any implication that Hank was at fault, “he was playing his game, I don’t think he heard me. I wasn’t going to be out long, but then the storm came, and there was a tree across the road, a bunch of trees down, and it took me forever to get back!” Willa sighed, stroking Hank’s hair as the teen cried. She knew her daughter didn’t mean any harm, and they’d been meaning to fix the door to the den for ages. It was an unfortunate series of circumstances, but not really anyone’s fault. “I’m so sorry, Hank,” Finley repeated. Seeing someone so close to her own age sobbing and obviously having had an accident was unnerving, and she felt terrible for putting him in that position. Hank whimpered, but didn’t look up. He was grateful for Fin’s apology, but she was still a beautiful girl, and he didn’t want to make eye contact with a beautiful girl while soaked in his own pee. Besides, he was still shaky and uneasy, and he wanted to stay in Willa’s arms a bit longer. “Fin, honey, why don’t you go make Hank a snack?” Geoff suggested, knowing that neither Hank nor Finley would benefit from her continued presence in the room. Finley nodded, grateful for the excuse to leave but still be useful. Willa kept combing her fingers through Hank’s hair, murmuring assurances, while Geoff kept his arms around both of them. Hank’s sobs dwindled into whimpers, until finally, the tears stopped, like the storm passing away from the cabin and into the distance. “Hank, honey?” Willa murmured when the boy quieted. “Do you want to go get changed?” Hank’s stomach lurched. He’d known, obviously, that there was no way Willa and Geoff could have missed the evidence of his accident, but this first vocal acknowledgement that he’d wet himself was still jarring. He straightened, eyes shining. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked, voice raw and small. “I…I couldn’t get to the bathroom.” “It’s fine, Hank,” Geoff reassured him. “It’s not your fault.” “I didn’t hear Fin say she was leaving,” Hank rambled. “Or I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t have my phone, and the door was locked, and no one was here, and-“ “Hank, it’s OK,” Geoff hugged the boy tightly. “It’s all going to be OK.” Hank trembled. He believed Geoff – believed all of them, all of their apologies and reassurances – but he was so tired. He’d spent so long doing everything he could to be unemotional, to take care of himself and not be any burden to whoever he happened to be living with at the time. The events of the past few hours – the storm, the fear, the accident, and the reunion – had dragged him through a maelstrom of emotions that he couldn’t handle, even with his years of practice. “Go get cleaned up, sweetheart,” Willa encouraged softly. Nodding morosely, Hank shuffled out of the den. His shorts were no longer dripping, but they were heavy and uncomfortable between his legs. He was exhausted and shaky, and he didn’t know what to expect now. He collected his pajamas from his room and trudged to the bathroom. Peeling off his soiled clothes, Hank couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He almost felt like he was in a dream, where events were disconnected and time moved strangely. Back in his room, Hank was unsure of what to do with his wet clothes. He had a hamper, but he knew better than to put such soiled things in a closed container. “I’ll take those, sweetie.” Hank looked up to see Willa and Geoff standing in the doorway. Willa held out her hand, and Hank cringed as he passed over his pissed-in shorts and underwear. Willa quickly took the clothes to the laundry room before returning. “Hank, we’re so sorry,” Geoff started. He and Willa stood just inside the doorway and to the left, not wanting to intrude on Hank’s space. Hank stood against his bed, fidgeting awkwardly. “Hank,” Willa asked. “Honey, did you think we’d left you for good?” Hank blinked, ashamed of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. After a moment, he shrugged. “That’s what happens to me,” he whispered. Willa let out a soft, sad sigh. Geoff stepped forward to place a reassuring hand on the teen’s shoulder. “Not here, Hank,” Geoff promised. “We knew what we were doing when we asked you to come live with us. We’re not going to leave you.” Hank ducked his head. He felt so stupid. “I-“ he stammered. “I don’t think you’re bad people,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just…” He looked up, pleading. “No one was here,” he went on. “I was scared and I couldn’t help thinking that you weren’t coming back.” Dropping his eyes again, Hank’s voice lowered. “Everyone else didn’t come back.” Willa stepped forward, and she and Geoff wrapped the boy in a tight hug. “Of course, sweetheart,” she soothed. “Of course we understand that you would think that, and we’re sorry that you did. We’re all going to try to be a lot better about making sure you never have cause to think that again.” Hank nodded, too overcome to speak. He was comforted, but still tired from the terrible events of the evening. Geoff rubbed Hank’s back, recognizing the boy’s exhaustion. “Do you want something to eat, bud?” Still quiet, Hank shook his head, suppressing a yawn. “OK, honey,” Willa said, kissing his forehead. “We’ll let you get some sleep. Let us know if you need anything.” She and Geoff hugged Hank one last time, then turned to go. “Can-“ The adults turned around at the sound of Hank’s soft, stammering plea. “Can you leave the door open, please?” “Of course, sweetheart,” Willa promised. She gave her foster son one last smile before leaving him to sleep.
  9. CamiLikesCupcakes

    I wet my panties

    Last night, I had a conversation with a friend about how my user picture has absolutely nothing to do with cupcakes. We then got on the topic of how I used to have a pair of panties that had a cupcake pattern, and how if I hadn't thrown them away already, I was going to do so, because they were getting worn out. He suggested that before I threw my panties away, I should give them a good soaking. It sounded like a good idea to me, and I went to bed even though I hadn't peed since 10 PM. I woke up at 10 AM to the sound of rain outside. I was happy that it was raining, because it had been super dry in my state lately. I then noticed the throbbing pain in my bladder and instinctively clenched my thighs together. I placed my hand over my bladder and found that it was swollen. I tried to go back to sleep for another 20 minutes because it was so comfortable under the blankets, but I was tossing and turning with discomfort, and the sound of rain outside was further stimulating my bladder. I finally got out of bed and went over to my underwear drawer to try and find the cupcake panties. I knelt in front of my dresser, pressed my heel against my opening, and dug around in my underwear drawer for quite a while, unable to find the pair of panties I was looking for. Maybe I'd thrown them away and forgotten that I'd done so, maybe they'd gotten lost when I moved last fall, or maybe they were just buried in some deep corner of my drawer. Whatever the case, I couldn't spend much time looking for them when I had to pee so badly, so I went with a pair of panties that had a cute ice cream cone print instead and rushed to the bathroom. I took my pajamas off, put my panties on, and was about to stand in the shower and pee when I realized one thing: I hadn't shaved my bikini area in about two weeks. It had been so scorching hot lately that I didn't bother leaving my air-conditioned apartment to go swimming, the pool water was pee-warm and not refreshing in this weather. And I'd just broken up with my girlfriend of almost one year a month ago, so I hadn't gotten laid in a while, and just hadn't bothered shaving lately. It wasn't too bad, there were only a few hairs visible through my panties, but it was enough that I wouldn't want to take pictures. So I got my razor and did a quick shave, which was hard when I was bouncing around, squirming, and leaking into my panties. Finally I just decided that I had to pee too badly to worry about a thing like that, so I hopped in the shower and danced around while I tried to get my camera situated. My hands were shaking, and I was worried that I would pee myself before I could start recording. I finally got the camera at a good position and started recording. I continued to squirm for a few seconds just because it was hard to stop. I reassured myself that it was okay to let go, and I spread my legs and began to drench my panties. The pee came out fast, but in a very hard, thick stream. It was the kind of bright yellow, concentrated morning pee that hit your nostrils with it's stronger-than-usual smell even as it gushed onto the shower floor with a loud splattering noise and pooled around your feet before streaming down the drain. I only peed for about 10-15 seconds, but as I said, it was a pretty powerful stream. I recorded a video on my iPhone and held the phone upside-down because it was more convenient. It flipped upright automatically when I played it back on my phone, but when I uploaded it onto the computer, it was upside-down and I don't know how to fix it. So I won't bother posting the video, but I did get a pretty decent screenshot from the video. I'm thinking about wetting my panties again later today, but in a pink, lace, see-through thong. I'll post pictures later if I decide to do that.
  10. Jimmy Olsen

    The Little Selkie

    Mal looked in awe at the bizarre spectacle unfolding on the beach hundreds of feet below. He had been looking for birds, crabs, seashells, cloud formations, or whatever else would look good in a photograph. His attempts to throw a college art project together didn't go so well on the public beach. There were too many people in the way, and one girl in particular he wanted to avoid. Now he was atop a cliff not far away, his camera hanging from a strap on his shoulder, as he stood in a spellbound state and stared at the things that were coming out of the sea. First he had thought them to be a trick of the light. When they surfaced, it was clear they were things rather than reflections of things. As they crawled and loped onto shore he thought they were seals, but it soon became clear they weren't. A shiver came to Mal's body with the realization that they were something truly strange. He expected to recognize them immediately, as if it were only some optical illusion or hallucination that made them look like something out of the ordinary. But they only looked more eldritch as his eyes focused. They had dark glistening skin like newts or leeches, but their eyes had a strange sparkle. There were mere suggestions of limbs rather than actual legs or fins. Three were on the shore now, while another three puppet-like heads had surfaced. They were clumsy on land, but something about them looked artful and clever. It was all very strange. Mal had been willing to entertain the possibility that they were dinosaurs, or even dragons. But soon he stopped even trying to place them, and sought only to observe them. Finally he remembered his camera. His expensive digital camera with the great zoom function. He snatched it up, pointed it in the general direction of the secluded stretch of beach where the creatures were coming ashore. It was still on maximum zoom from the seagulls he had been photographing earlier, and, when he put his eye to the eyepiece, he was surprised to see a nude woman stretching out her arms. He lowered the camera, thinking he was somehow seeing a different part of the shore. It turned out he had pointed the camera in the right direction. There was a redheaded young woman stretching herself next to the six unidentified animals. Or was it seven? There was an indistinct lump that could have been a seventh animal. Having returned the camera to the default view, he looked through it again, and slowly zoomed in, snapping pictures all the time. The woman kept smiling and stretching, and glancing at the Protean creatures every now and then. The extra sharpness of the picture didn't help Mal to identify the figures. They were still semi-symmetrical globs pseudopods of some sort. Their skin was muted shades of blue and green, and seemed now to be made up of something like scales. Things that could have been mouths and nostrils, and things that were definitely gills, appeared before him. But it was the eyes that attracted his attention like magnets. They could have almost belonged to dogs. Or even, perhaps, humans. Mal's curiosity and anxiety turned to fear and disgust when the back of one of the beast split open. It was red underneath. The gash widened and widened until it ran the length of the spine...assuming it had a spine. Then the red mass inside started to rise out, like the globby redness that oozes from a cherry pie when the knife slides in. In no more than a minute, the entire skin had been pulled away from the muscle and bones, and what almost looked like a red copy of the animal was scrambling across the sand. But it didn't bleed. It seemed all right. The woman smiled as it freed itself from the skin, and many of its brethren were now splitting apart. Mal realized that the small seventh shape was a discarded skin. But where was the thing that had molted it? The red and pink seal-shaped monsters stretched and squeezed and kneaded themselves until they were shaped like people. Then they actually became people. Women with red hair and blue eyes. They stretched, then walked, and ran, and leaped, and danced about. They seemed to forget about their skins as they enjoyed the warm sand and the cool breeze and everything else around them. One of the skins, which had been kicked off in a hurry, was now draped across a large, pointed rock. Mal had a naughty idea. ------------------ "Hey, Malford, it's me, Rochelle!" a young woman in a powder blue bathing suit called out to her old classmate. She squinted her hazel eyes in the sun as she removed her sunglasses and brushed her wind-whipped brown hair out of her face, hoping to make herself more recognizable. The young man looked at her stoically for a second, then went back to gathering up his things, paying no attention to the girl. Rochelle wasn't dissuaded. They'd been friends last year in high school, and, despite a little awkwardness the day of their graduation ceremony, she assumed they were still friends. She tiptoed across the hot sand to meet him. "Whatcha got there?" she asked as she saw the odd thing he had draped over his arm. "It's nothing," Mal answered curtly. "Look, I don't have time to talk. I'm working against a deadline. I've got a complicated project for my photography course." "Ooh, can I see it when it's done?" "Sure. You still got the same e-mail address?" "Yeah. So what is that?" She reached out and touched the strange cloth Mal was holding. It felt at the same time like fine silk, the wing of a butterfly, and the belly of a garter snake. It was a beautiful blue, but only showed its color where the light hit it straight on. "Careful, it's rare." "But what is it?" "It's a long story." He folded it up carefully and put it in a duffel bag with the rest of his things. After a few more pleasantries and dodged questions, Mal was off, and Rochelle was wondering if she had offended him. But mostly she was wondering about the cloth he had carried. Something about it utterly fascinated her from the instant her brain had registered the sensation of her fingertips touching it. That fascination was growing every second. But she hadn't lost sight of the destination where she'd been heading before she sighted Mal. A bunker-like cement building painted tan housed the public restrooms. Rochelle had much time to think as she stood in line. She'd gotten the impression Mal had just found the cloth. So if she could just backtrack the way she'd seen him coming, maybe she could find where he had gotten it, and what it was. Her obsession grew, her patience diminished, and soon she abandoned the slowly-moving line in favor of her quest. A strange feeling came upon her while she was making her way along the winding cliffside. She didn't know what it was, but it frightened as well as excited her. As she was rounding a bend, she caught sight of a triangular rock that jutted out of the ground like a tooth. The rock had been enough to catch her attention, but she could see something behind it, just peeking out of the edge. The girl's blood pressure jumped. That something was covered with blood. When she came in full view of the thing she had glimpsed, she put her hands over her mouth in shock. She didn't scream, or even gasp, but her eyes were wide and her tan skin was starting to turn white. In the sand lay a human corpse that had been skinned from head to toe. Every muscle was fully exposed for her to see. Tendons, ligaments, and even mammary glands could be spotted amongst the glistening red meat. The scavengers were keeping their distance. There was no pool of blood or stench of decay or any other sign of decomposition. It looked as clean as a freshly-butchered hog. This orderliness made the grisly sight even more unnerving to the faint-hearted young woman. But this horror was nothing compared to what came next. Just as Rochelle's rational mind was starting to kick in and she thought about whether she should go back and tell a lifeguard or call 911 right now, she saw the body move. Slowly, it sat up. Rochelle shrieked. When it was in an upright position, the stringy red eyelids on the skinless face opened to reveal a pair of blue eyes. Rochelle's screams were soon suppressed into squeaks and gasps as her breath left her. But she lost control of more than just her voice. Rochelle's bikini began to turn a darker shade of blue in a spot just behind where her thighs met. Her body wobbled as she tried to fight gravity and the loss of her strength and oxygen. The large navy blue spot reached forwards, backwards, and sideways, until it met the borders of the fabric and liquid began to run down her legs like streams of rainwater coursing over the lips of an overburdened gutter. The skinned fiend opened its mouth, revealing paradoxically white teeth, and spoke. "I have the same problem with this human body. Sometimes liquid leaks from between my legs." ------------------ When Rochelle sat up from the couch, she hoped it had all been a dream. It hadn't. There was a strange redhead in her apartment, wearing some of her spare clothes, staring at her with those creepy blue eyes. Rochelle hadn't really slept. It was late, but she wasn't counting on getting any sleep this night. She had just laid down to collect her wits, to get a grasp on this strange situation. But she had drifted into a sort of half-sleep, perhaps because her brain wanted to shut down and leave reality behind. "Your name is Rochelle Reincken, is it not?" the mysterious woman said. "I can't even remember if I introduced myself," Rochelle said. "What's your name, anyway?" "I can't seem to make the right sounds with this throat or these lips. But the name of my people is 'Selkie.' I heard your name when I was learning from you while you rested. I hope you don't mind. I was desperate to know things." "Learning from me?" asked Rochelle, squinting in confusion. "Listening to your thoughts. I thought I could learn enough to solve my problems. I heard very little in your mind, but I did pick out what I thought was your name." "Yeah, I'm Rochelle Reincken. Your problem is that you need your skin back, I understand that much...except you have skin now, so I guess I don't understand. God, this is all so crazy." "I have two more urgent problems, and I need to call upon your knowledge of the human body to determine how to solve them. The first problem is a pain I have here." She put her hand on her stomach. "I'm not surprised. In the last couple hours you've eaten a dead pelican, two fast food meals, including the paper the burgers were wrapped in, then I let you into my fridge...I'm kind of regretting that...and you ate four hard boiled eggs and eight raw eggs, all with the shells on, a head of lettuce, a dozen carrots, and a bowl of leftover chili, then I chased you out of the fridge and you ate a dozen bananas without peeling them or taking off the stickers, and probably every other piece of fruit around here. I just got groceries last night, too. "I need energy for my magic. Maintaining this false skin requires much magical energy. Don't worry about the ill effects of the things you say aren't edible. Even in this human body, I possess enough intrinsic magic to protect myself from poisons." "But my point is that's why you have a tummyache. Your stomach is too full. Don't worry about it. It will feel better as you digest your food...which I paid for." "I'm sorry if you are displeased, but I need false skin and a large magical reserve if I'm going to inconspicuously locate my skin and steal it back. "No offense, but that's not gonna work. There's nothing inconspicuous about you. When I brought you home, you didn't know what a door was. You didn't even understand clothes. How do you think you're going to function in human society without attracting unwanted attention?" "I don't know. But right now I have a more urgent problem." "Right, you did say two problems, didn't you?" "I have a second pain lower in the body. Not a pain so much as a...I think 'tingling' is the best word." "Hmm...Oh! I bet you have to pee." "That's the word you used when you spoke of the unwanted liquid outpouring that happened in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yeah, but don't go telling anybody I did that. You're probably getting that tingling because you have to pee, so I'll show you where the bathroom is." "I still don't understand 'pee' fully, and I don't understand 'bathroom' at all. All I know is that, when I take the form of my human ancestors for substantial lengths of time, I have problems with liquid pouring out of my body. Some of the other Selkies have had it happen too." Rochelle blushed. She really didn't want to explain. "How about you do that mind-reading thing to find out all about it? That'll be faster than using words, right?" "Yes, that should work." The fire-haired stranger put the palm of her cold hand on Rochelle's forehead. "Concentrate on the area of knowledge you want me to absorb." "This isn't working," Rochelle heard her say after a few moments. Are you thinking about the subject?" "Yeah." "I can't learn about it." "You sure?" Rochelle was dreading a verbal explanation. One of the reasons she never wanted to have children was to avoid having to potty train anyone. Now it looked like this strange being from the sea needed just such a lesson. "All I can really understand is that bathrooms are a place human females go to in pairs or groups. The rest of the subject eludes me. It's as if your mind is hiding it all behind a dark veil." Rochelle blushed again. She realized it must be because she was unconsciously censoring herself. This was a shameful subject, after all. "I guess I'll have to tell you. Follow me to the bathroom." Rochelle winced as she remembered. "Actually, the plumbing's been acting up. I can't trust the toilet to flush. I need to talk to the landlord about that again. In the meantime, we'll have to use the public bathroom on the first floor." "What is this 'bathroom'?" "It's the place where you can pee." "Can't I pee anywhere? You peed inside your swimming clothes on the beach." "You can but you shouldn't. So hold it." The woman held out her hands. "What do I need to hold?" "Your pee. Hold it inside." She put her hands inside her pants and gripped the flesh between her legs. "That won't help. Well, maybe it will, but don't do it when people are watching. At the very least, keep your hands outside of your clothes when you hold yourself." "The tingling is getting worse. What should I do?" "I don't know how to explain how to hold it in. But please figure out a way. We're going to the bathroom, and you need to stay dry until we get there." "Why does peeing happen? Why can't we control it?" "It happens because you drink liquids. They have to go somewhere." "I suppose. My skin is full of magic that benefits my body in many ways, so I never think much about how my organs work. I've never noticed peeing happening while in my skin." "Lucky you." As they left Rochelle's apartment, the strange woman asked, "Am I right to think it is taboo to let water pour out of you at any place except in the confines of a bathroom?" "Yes." "So what you did inside your swimming clothes is forbidden?" "Yes, but please don't mention it. And don't talk like this when you're not in my apartment. There could be people..." As if on cue, Rochelle saw someone headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. It was a tall man with dark skin, short black hair, and a friendly smile. "Hi, Ben." "Hey, Rochelle. Who's your friend?" "You may call me 'Selkie.' It would be most accurate." Rochelle blushed, but "Selkie" was clearly unaware she was saying anything strange or embarrassing. "I like the accent," Ben commented. "Where are you from?" "The Reykjanes Ridge." "Is that in Ireland?" "It's nearby." "So what are you doing here?" "Right now Rochelle Reincken and I are going to the bathroom together, as human females are wont to do." Ben didn't have anything to say to that. Rochelle wanted to scream, she was so embarrassed. "Let's go, Selkie," she said, and she fled from the embarrassing conversation as quickly as she could without making it obvious that she was running away. "It's the ascending room again," Selkie commented when they reached the elevator. "This is so intriguing." "It's called an elevator. It's going to take us down to where the bathrooms are." "How does it work?" "Don't worry about it. Actually, maybe you should. If you take your mind off your pee it should keep you from peeing your pants." "The peeing of pants is what you did on the beach, is it not?" "Yes, that's the right phrase. But don't mention that again. It's embarrassing." "Ah! Because you are ashamed of accidentally violating a taboo." "Yeah. I don't want to pee my pants, and neither should you. Nobody does." "Except inside a bathroom." "No! You don't pee your pants there either. You pee in a toilet." "A toilet is something inside a bathroom?" Rochelle relaxed her neck until her head bumped into the wall of the elevator. "This is going to be a hard lesson to teach," she muttered to herself. On the ground floor, they walked to the lobby where the closest restrooms were. "Just keep remembering you don't want to pee your pants under any circumstances," Rochelle whispered. "You take them off first." Selkie reached for the fly of her jeans. "No! Not now!" When inside the bathroom, Selkie again tried to take off her pants, but Rochelle again stopped her. Someone at the sink noticed this happening in the mirror, and turned around in puzzlement. "Hi, Rochelle!" said the perky blonde. "Oh, hi, Jenna," Rochelle said, again wanting to wince. "God, I didn't know you still lived here! I haven't seen you in ages." "Yeah, I'm working some crazy hours these days." "Please tell me what to do soon," Selkie said. Rochelle noticed she was now holding her crotch. "Don't do that," she snapped. "I have to. I'm very close to peeing my pants." "What?!? Jenna exclaimed." "This is my friend Selkie. We're coming back from a little girls' night out, and she had too much to drink." "Yes, I drank very much, it has to go somewhere." "You're in trouble, then," Jenna remarked with a laugh. "All the stalls are taken." "Just my luck!" Rochelle bemoaned. "Are there toilets inside the stalls?" Selkie asked. "Why don't you just go in the men's room? That's what I always do in a situation like this. It's never full." "I can't take Selkie into the men's bathroom! She's too innocent!" "Huh?" "I don't want to be in there with guys. She doesn't know how to handle herself." "I don't?" "No, you don't." Jenna gave Rochelle a quizzical look. "Please take me somewhere where I can pee without breaking a taboo, Rochelle Reincken," Selkie said. "Fine, we'll go to the men's room," Rochelle said. She couldn't say no to those big blue pleading eyes. "I'll watch the door for you," Jenna volunteered. "I don't think any guys'll mind waiting for you. Especially if they see how cute you are." Inside the empty men's room, Rochelle began to lecture Selkie. "Take your pants down to your knees and sit down." Selkie obliged, and Rochelle cradled her head in her hands and groaned. "Selkie, that's not a toilet," she said in a pained voice. "That's a sink." The redhead lifted her rear end out of the sink and prepared to hop down. But the countertop around the sink was wet, and her hands and legs slipped. She flew sideways and landed bottom-first on the tile floor. "I peed," Selkie announced. Indeed, there was a puddle growing around her. But it was worse than just that. "You didn't pull down your underwear," Rochelle said, once again burying her face in her hands. "You only mentioned the pants. Will I be punished now?" "No." "Later, then?" "Don't worry about it. Nobody here will punish you for peeing your pants." "But it is a taboo, is it not?" "Yes, but it's not a law." "Then how is it enforced?" "It's hard to explain. Just don't worry about anyone around here punishing you." "I feel excellent." "What?!? Why?" "The peeing felt good, because it removed the tingling pain. My human body is now devoid of bad feelings. Correction: The two lumps of flesh just above the tops of my legs are sore." "Get up. I'll show you how to use a toilet, for future reference." Rochelle helped Selkie off the floor, and she pulled up her jeans. The seat of her pants was already soaked, and the front began to darken as well when the denim came into contact with the wet panties. "The pee is pleasantly warm," Selkie commented with a smile. "It feels like blood, but I am uninjured." "Here's what to do next time," Rochelle said. She was in a stall with the door left wide open. She loosened her belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped her faded hip-hugging jeans, and pulled them down to her knees. Then she did the same with her lime green cotton hipsters. "You sit down on the toilet like this, after making sure the seat is down." "But the seat is up." "That's the lid. It's different." "Why is there both a lid and a seat?" "Don't worry about it. You sit down and you let go of your pee." Rochelle spurted and sputtered. It was a little hard to get going while Selkie was watching and scrutinizing with wide blue eyes. But she managed to initiate the stream, which continued until she was almost empty. After a few squirt gun-like blasts to the inside of the bowl, her bladder was fully voided. "Your pee isn't nearly as yellow as mine," Selkie observed "It's different colors at different times. I'm not sure why." "Why have you never inquired or researched the different pee colors?" "Because it's taboo. We don't talk about it." "Don't you have to talk about it?" "Sometimes. But we prefer to avoid it. Just like we prefer to avoid peeing our pants." "That is why you wish to avoid talking about your peeing in your swimming clothes, is it not?" "Yes! Don't talk about it again!" Rochelle scolded for what felt like the hundredth time. Then she returned to the lesson. "Now that I've peed in the toilet, I wipe the extra pee off my body so it doesn't get my clothes wet." She got some toilet paper and dabbed at her wet parts. "Then I flush the pee along with the paper." "Where does all that water and pee and paper go?" "Into a lot of pipes." "Where do the pipes go?" "Why do you ask so many questions?" "I want to learn about the dry world so I can go about in it long enough to recover my skin. My life depends on it." For the first time, Rochelle felt truly sad for Selkie. "What happens if you can't get your skin back?" "I won't be able to breathe underwater, so I won't be able to go home. If I stay away from the sea for too long, my magic will drain away. No amount of food can help that. When I have no magic, my tissues will no longer be able to stay together without skin, and my organs will fail. I will die." "We'll go up to my room and get started right away," Rochelle said forcefully as she pulled up her pants. "You'll learn from my mind, and with that knowledge we can make a plan." "I can also teach you from my mind." "Great! I know how to find the person who took your skin, and I'm sure we can get it back from him without betraying your people's secret. How long can you live without your skin, anyway?" "I don't know. No Selkie has had to die that way for centuries." "And you won't die that way, either. I may not understand the situation, but I know I won't let that happen to you." When Rochelle exited the bathroom, she realized she had forgotten another situation. Jenna was still waiting outside, as were a trio of college-age boys. Rochelle could see each one of their faces light up as they saw a pair of beautiful girls their age and a chance to talk to them. It was also obvious when each one noticed Selkie's wet spot. "Thanks for waiting, guys," Rochelle said. Sorry about that. "No problem," one of the boys said. "Are you all right?" Jenna asked Selkie as everyone around pretended not to stare at her wet spot. "No. I peed my pants." "She'll be all right," Rochelle assured. "Now we're going back to Rochelle Reincken's room," Selkie continued, "where she will punish me." Rochelle hastily led Selkie to the stairs. "Why aren't we taking the box that ascends and descends?" the confused girl asked. "We might run into people there, and I don't want to share an elevator with them and have to explain our situation. So we'll take the stairs, where there are less people. By the way, I'm not going to punish you for peeing your pants. I thought I already made that clear." "You said no one down there would punish me. I thought you were reserving that duty for yourself." "No. You won't be punished at all." "I feel wonderful!" "I wish I did." "These 'stairs' are a lot of work to climb," Selkie commented after making it up two flights. "I wish I could swim up to the floor where your room is." "I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to get used to using your legs." "Legs are fun to use every so often, but I wouldn't want to have to depend on them all the time." On the sixth floor they again encountered Rochelle's friend Ben. Selkie spoke before Rochelle could say anything. "I see you're staring at my pants. I wet them because my journey to a toilet was delayed. But don't worry about me; I will receive no punishment." Ben looked at her dumbfounded. Not knowing what to do, Selkie smiled. Rochelle led the girl away from the boy, all the while suppressing the urge to chomp down on her own hand. Back in the privacy of her apartment the two fared better. From Rochelle, Selkie learned about things like cars, makeup, and money. What she needed to know to get around in this world of dry land. Rochelle, in turn, learned about the Selkies. Their ancestors were strange sea monsters who took human brides. Magic allowed the women to live in the dark undersea abode, where their descendants now live in happiness. But female Selkies take after their ancestral mothers, and have an inborn homesickness for the land above. To this day, they take excursions to deserted shores, slough off the inconvenient skins that contain their gills and most of their magical attributes, and enjoy the land and air and Sun. They can do this because their bodies under their skin can be reshaped into the ancestral form, and they have enough magic residing within themselves to fashion temporary false skins that make them look and feel even more human. But their skins are essential to them. They protect them from drowning, disease, the blindness they would otherwise have so deep underwater, and the ill effects of high water pressure. They also, Rochelle could infer, protect them from the need to urinate and defecate. And so Selkies think nothing more of their food once they have swallowed it. Even though a Selkie's skin is so important, this Selkie had become so intoxicated by the feeling of being on land that she hadn't kept an eye on it. Then, when it was time to follow her older sisters back home, she couldn't find it, and realized a land-dwelling person or thing must have crept in and stolen it away. "My mind is spinning," Rochelle said once the two were done sharing their thoughts. "There's so much to take in. I know I said we would draw up a plan tonight, but I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm going to try to get some sleep, although that's probably impossible." "You have trouble sleeping?" Selkie asked, sounding concerned. "Not normally, but my mind is racing right now. I've been through so much today." "You should rest." "I'll try." "Here," Selkie said, coming close to Rochelle. "I know a trick that will help you." ------------------ It was a beautiful morning, and Selkie was so glad she was up here where she could see the Sun shining down on the Earth. She got out of bed and stretched, as if she were coming out of her skin. How she longed to have that skin back. Still, this body had definite plusses. She felt one of the minuses instantly, but knew how to remedy it. She got dressed, took the elevator down to the ground floor, greeting Rochelle's friends and acquaintances as she met them, and made her way to the bathroom. She followed Rochelle's directions perfectly this time, pulling down both her panties and her pants, and sitting on the toilet's seat even though it hurt her sore buttocks. She only deviated from the instructions by letting out a moan of satisfaction as the urine was released from her aching bladder. She covered her mouth, and felt shameful for doing something that seemed like it should be a taboo. If she had known a little more, or been able to read human expressions better, she would have known that leaving the stall door open was also taboo. But none of the women who saw her sitting there said anything, so how could she know? When she was done, she wiped herself, stared in amazement as the toilet flushed, pulled back up her panties and pants, and washed her hands. Back up in Rochelle's room, she got some things together, then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for her meeting with Malford Poynter today. She had learned enough from Rochelle's mind to feel confident that she could solve this problem. There was the other, minor problem of the pain she felt in her lower abdomen, but she wasn't worried about that. Her knowledge from Rochelle told her what implements were located in which drawers, and what most of the things in the medicine cabinet were. She knew how to apply makeup, fix hair, and do everything else she needed to look pretty. But she knew she didn't need much. She had a beautiful face with silky brown hair, and her own blue eyes worked well in the ensemble. Before turning the light off, Selkie glanced at the bathtub. There, half-submerged in red-tinted water, lay what was left of Rochelle Reincken. "Thanks for everything."
  11. lukerossi

    Bucket list

    I'm interested to hear about everyone's bucket lists here - things you haven't done but would one day like to try or do. I've been lucky enough to do all kinds of pee-related activities, one I haven't really done, but want to is a pee road trip with a person or person's who also love to pee. I've spent a lot of time driving the Pacific Highway in Australia between the Gold Coast and Sydney in the past and it's a drive that's always made me want to want to indulge in pee fun. I've done it on my own - on one trip I set a goal that I would not use a toilet conventionally for the whole 10 hour trip and would keep drinking water the whole way. I think I ended up going through about 10 pairs of clothes on that trip! It would be a lot more fun with a pee companion though. I had a girlfriend once who peed herself for me, each time she needed to pee while on a short road trip on the NSW north coast, but that was more for my benefit than anything - she even pissed herself while sitting in the car which was pretty amazing! So that's on the top of my bucket list, I have more but this will get the ball rolling.
  12. Emrys

    female Mc'Wetting

    This story has been writen in the style of a confession so please, imagine you're navigating the real life experiences lists and indulge in a little schadenfreude. There's a fairly long fuse on this one and a slow burn, hopefully the bang will be worth it. Hi everyone, my name is Seren. I'm going to tell you all about an ETREMELY embarrasing accident that I had about a year ago. I'm only writing this at all because a friend of mine kept banging on at me to get it off my chest, as the memory of the event has stayed with me. It makes my insides feel like they're collapsing in on themselves, like my heart has burst and is spewing hot blood into my lungs until I can't breath. Yes it really was that bad. Made worse by the fact that I live in a small town in the hinter-lands of the UK; everyone knows everyone. I'm sure that at least some of you know what that's like. Sorry if I'm going on a bit, I'm just working my way up to it... so here goes nothing. The whole thing began on a Friday night. I was doing a 12-8 shift at my new job, my first ever job, at Mc'donalds'. I had been there for a week, but I still found the eperience to be quite daunting. They put me on the tills at front counter, as it seemed to be an unwritten rule that all the girls go there and all the boys get put in the kitchen. There was so much to learn; the way the menu was crammed onto the touch-screen till was just crazy! And even though the girl who originally taught me, Rhiannon, was very patiant and helpful, most people wouldn't spare me their frustration if I made a mistake. And I made loads. When it's busy the atmosphere is frantic. Everyone had to shout to be heard over the sounds of equipement and buzzers; customers talking; the somewhat harsh, boisterous din of the kitchen boys; and the constant Musac (famous pop songs-I'm more of an emo/rock girl), so I found it all a bit more than tense. I'm a rarther shy girl anyway, and a bit on the short side, but not tiny. I've got shoulder length hair, dyed black and slighty curly, which ofcourse I had to tie back while working there. Although friends have told me that my curves are really attractive, I've always thought of myself as being a little dumpy. Not that it matters now, no boy is going ti want me after hearing about what happenned. So anyways, it was a Friday and I'd just finished the shift. While in the crew room I got a text from my mate who lives in Maesgeirchen (mice-gair-can) that few of our mates were getting wasted that night. Now, I knew that I had work again at 12, but it was Friday and the thought of letting off some steam with friend was very appealing at that moment. Plus I could hardly walk into an offie' myself to buy booze so if I wanted to drink at all I had to rely on them. I walked all the way there (it took about two hours!), still in my work clothes because there was no time to go to mine and get changed, phoned my mam to say where I'd be and arrived at the party. It was all happenning there. Alot of the boys had brought weed as well as beer, vodca and some weird stuff called 'Jeigermeister', one of them even had some coke, but I was satisfied with the Lambrini that my girlfriends had managed to get. well, I did have a few pulls on a joint. Not that many mind you. Ironically, I remember being worried that if I smoked too much I would fall asleep and wet me knickers in front of all my friends. To be honest, I wish it had happenned that way, it still would have been less embarrasing than the way it acually went down. The party went on until about 4am, at which point most of the older ones moved on to someone elses' house. that left me, my mate Sioned and her BF Gari, whose house it was (he was a bit older, and he had gone to bed earlier because he had been working all day). For the net hour me and Sioned messed around, throwing clothes about, giggling, general pissed girly stuff, until we were definately ready for bed. Sioned got a blanket for me and just flopped it over my half unconscious body, which ws making the bast of the couch, adding 'nos da seren bach' (good night, little star), 'nos da cariad' (good night, love) I replied. Then she went upstairs to Gari. I awoke with a start. Like the light shinning throught the unshuttered curtains, the realisation that I had to work that day dawned on me, stung me. I figured that I had to be late, because the sun was up and I had gotten drunk. Panic gripped my mind as I reached down to a pile of my things, looking for my bag and the phone inside it, very worried indeed. If I lost my job, I knew, my parents wouldn't ever let me stay at Sioneds' house or anyones' ever again, plus, in the panic of the moment it occured to me that I wouldn't be able to get another job because the only place I could get a reference from a place which had sacked be for being late. I was still drunk and all these portents of doom were ringing in my head, causing me to feel queezey. I pushed the phone into my face, my guts turning over with adrenaline in unwanted antisipation: 11:30am. Fuck glory hallejula. There was a chance. If I could convince Gari to give me a lift I might just make it in and save my skin. I rummaged around in my pile, pulling on my white cotton knickers (yeah, yeah, I know, but my mamand dad are cheap, aye! they buy the packs), then my Maccies top which was skin tight (weird moment: I remembered one of the older kitchen boys telling me that he thought they sized all the girls' clothes wrong on purpose), then the socks, but the trouser weren'tin the pile. Instead was this pair of ever so slightly faded suit-pants, or something. Then another memory flooded back into my mind from the night before, Not of a wetting, but a dousing. One of the lads had been messing about and had spilt larger all down one of my legs, so Sioned had grabbed the first thing she came across in her room to lend me. She's less curvy than me, so these pants were skin-tight too. At this time though, I had been grateful for them. I plastered them on, then ran up to their room. 'Sioned!'I knocked on the door, not too loudly, but urgently, I was in a very urgent mood. 'you ok, seren?' thesleepy answer came back after a few moments, and I relaxed by a degree, but no more. I eplained myself when she got to the door, after which she did get Gari up. 'I suppose I can get a coffe while I'm there, aye?' he said weakly, flashing a grin that said he was probably ready to get up anyway, but would have preferred to 'attend yo bussines' first. I blushed out a smile as we went downstairs and put our shoes on. I was going to make it after all. The damn nearest run thing that you ever did see in your life. Thank God for good friends, is all I could think at the time. But as we went outside and crossed over to his 1.3 Ford Fiesta I realised I had alot more to think about than I first imagined. You already know what that was I suppose. I hadn't gone to the bathroom right before I went to sleep, like I know I should have. And when I woke up the drama of trying not to be late had pushed all other priorities aside. Well now, in the car, as we bounced over the estates' suspension busting speed traps, one of those priorities was pushing back. Back, downwards and outwards with a spike of intensity that, quite obviously, took me by surprise. Gari was being careful not to speed as we drove through the estate, conscious that there were usuallt police about and that the speed bumps were put there to protect neiboughood children, and it was a Saturday. 11:49. Very tight, but we were on our way. I wanted to ask him to speed up but I daren't not, as he was good enough to do this for me ion the first place. The tightness in my bladder was worsening exponentionally, but it wasn't all that bad, I told myself, because we'd be there soon, so I just held on. The urge to hold myself was getting stronger though, which made me feel ashamed. Me and Sioned were the same age, but I was being driven to work by her older boyfriend, who had a car and a house, and I just felt like a little kid who couldn't hold her white wine and might just pee a little in her knickers if he didn't hurry the fuck up. 11:57. We'd spent the entire ride in silence, and I thimk it was getting to both of us. I mean, I would have on the edgr of my seat if it hadn't been cranked too far back for the action not to be noticable. 'Do you mind if I flip the radio on?' Gari asked. Just like that, Garis'care-free nature had sliced through that tension in the cab, and for one tenth of a second, in my pants as well. I gave out a somewhat surprised 'iaun!' (ok) smiling while I blushed, but only briefly, as I desperately struggled against the spurt and won control of myself. The only damage was a small wet spot in my knickers. Only small. But I could feel it there now. The radio clicked on '...classic song there by Wet Wet Wet, and we're going to follow it right up with another classic from the mid nineties: "I'm only happy when it rains"...', a damn close run thing... 11:59. We were on the main road down to Maccies' now, a straight road, and I was seriously worried at this point. Not about being late, I knew I was going to be a few minutes over by now, but I could live with that. I had to wrap my head around the possibility that I might end up wetting myself in the car park as I got out of Garis' car, on the busies day, at the busiest time. I wished he hadn't turned on the radio now, because Shirley Mansons' words were not helping ny situation: "pour your misery down on me...". I was miserable. I pulled all my inner resouces together now and focused my strength, blocking out the music, my surroundings, keeping just one thought in my head: 'hold'. 12:04. 'What was that Seren?' Gari said as he navigated the web of cars trynig to turn into the car park. 'oh, nothing. 'Thanks for getting up for me Gar', diolch!' I said as my fingers were snaking for the door handle. 'ddim problemo, seren bach, any time!' 'Bye Gari!' The moment of truth. I hurled myself out and plotted a course for the doors and to my near astonishment, I was doing ok. Through the doors now, I weaved in between the crowd of would-be burger munchers, into the corridor and towards the toilets. The customer ones were chock-a-block, so I entered the staff only corridor to go to those ones. What do you think I found? locked doors. Both of them. I let out a wimper, and with it a thin stream of wetness found its' way into the cotton of my panties, but overall I kept my composure. I was adamant that after all I'd been through, I was not going to let this day slip into disaster. So I went to the crew room, dumped my bag and coat on the couch, taking my cap and went back to wait. For about five seconds. One of the managers, Tim, came through the kitchen door at the end of the corridor, looked around and saw me, he looked about as desperate as I felt, briskly walking towards me. (Oh, shit) 'Sorry I'm la-' I started, but he was quicker. 'That's ok. Fine. Your not that late, and it's my shift anyway. But if I could just get you set up on a till as soon as pos' that'd be lovely, thanks.' 'I-' 'Cheers. we're two people down today and it's absolutely packe. Don't worry though, it'll only last about two and a half hours.' To this day I don't know why I followed him blindly into work without saying a word. I think he mesmerised me by being niceabout the fact that I was late, or maybe the reassuring sound of his voice or the constant eye contact. Whatever it was, he had me. I was doomed I'm that moment. I felt strangley helpless. As I clocked myself in I became aware of the wet spot in my pants again. I swear it was more like a very moist patch by now. I marched up to the tills, avoiding eye contact and totally under the power of this manager. He was one of the good ones. But the busy state of the store was blinding him to all other concerns, he hadn't noticed the stiffness of my walk. I signed into a till that was already running and had a massive que i front of it. I remember thinking that I really, really, REALLY wish I had pissed through my knickers and into my skin-tight trousers on Garis' car seat. And the thing about these trousers is that they weren't the same material as or cut as the work pants, which probably would have at least made any stain less visible, wettness doesn't really show up on them. It was too late now. I'd never get away. 'Hello, can I take your order, please?' I strained, trying to concentrate on what the customer was saying. Which was hard, because I was constantly aware that I was wearing wet panties in work. The patch had grown. They wanted a double cheese and a Mac. The trickling had stopped while I collected the burgers and handed them over listlessly. I had retreated deep inside my own mind, as the pee had escaped deep into my knickers by now. I should have said something, but there was so much energetic activity all around me and I suppose I felt that they would just say no. I had lost my grip on reality. The next person wanted two cokes. I took themoney and went to the drinks tower, putting two large cups under the nozzles and pressed the two buttons which automatically began to fill them with gushing liquid. I had lost my grip. As soon as I heard the dispensers start- whooooosh.....;my legs wobbled this way and that. With my back to the customers, I properly wet my pants. One great big surge of wetness eploded into my knickers and they became drenched. The unimpeded wave went straight through my slightly faded tight black pants, which nobody had noticed until now. I contracted once, then gave up utterly. I focused on the cups as I felt the pee flow in so many dividing streams down my legs. The plastered on material absorbed it right up my bum, as it did at the front. I just watched the two cups become full as I finished completely soaking all my pants, making a vast puddle underneath me. As my senses reterned to me I realised that everyone had gone silent. I heard the last hiss of my shame before the boys in the kitchen also started wandering what was going on. I finally started crying. The other girls bundled me off quickly as they could to the staff toilets, hesitating for a moment while they decided on whether to take me through the kitchen or dining area. They had to take me through the kitchen. The whole building had come to a stand still. All eyes were either on me or learing round obsticles trying to see me. The girls got me some new work pants and I cleaned myself up. I didn't waste any time getting out of there, and I've never set foot inside that building since. Wow. I think I do actually do feel better after telling you that. I'll always feel ashamedof myself, though. Soon as I can, I'm going to go to uni' somewhere else. I mean, I live/was born in a uni' town, but I can't stay here. Sad I know, but there it is. I'd still stay in Wales though (we get financial help from local governement) Oh, and one more thing. I'm under no illusions as to what kind of site this is, which is why I made an effort to make the telling as 'entertaining' as possible, while fulfilling the requirement of my brief to seek a little closure on this matter. But I don't mind though, hey! It takes all sorts to move the world, right? Seren xx AUTHERS' NOTE: Not even in school, 13 years ago, did I ever have to copy-type a 3000 word document. Eesh! If nobody reads this I'm going to hang myself from the big 'M' outside our Maccies'.
  13. The friend that told me this is really close to me, as is her girlfriend... We generally get into some pretty fun holding/wetting games, and their experience I'm about to share is an example of one sort of game, with a twist. I'm posting this with express permission, as my friend is standing right over my shoulder and telling me to share their fun, http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png A short description of the two, as I originally typed this out for another friend of mine; (Again with both of the girls prodding me to do so.) Rei is a Japanese-Canadian (Her mom is Japanese, and her dad is Canadian) , and is 5'1, with a light complexion, black hair, and green eyes, and a slim figure. She's pretty small-chested, but she's not flat, and is otherwise shapely in a manner fitting her small frame. She speaks nearly unaccented english, when she isn't teasing Natasha or myself in Japanese. Natasha (Nata, Nata-chan, etc.) is Russian-Canadian (Via immigration), She's closer to 5'6, 5'7-ish, very pale, and has blonde hair and gray eyes. She's a bit more athletic than Rei, and a little bit bustier, with fairly modest curves (But not unattractive, TRUST ME ON THIS. *Is hit*) Her english is accented fairly heavily, but she's fluent. And now for the actual story! Mid-November, over at their apartment, the two girls were relaxing and enjoying the weekend, and so decided to play some games on their Wii console, particularly Super Smash Brothers Brawl. After a couple of warm-up matches, Natasha decided to make it a holding contest, with some simple rules for drinking. 100ml of water per every time knocked out, and 100ml of Tea, coffee, or soda (Basically, diuretic drinks) for every time they knocked their own character out, all totalled after a five minute timed match. At first, Nata had an advantage over Rei, mostly from teasing the poor girl, though Rei quickly caught on and ignored her girlfriend’s antics and focused on the game. (Though not before getting knocked out twice from diverting her eyes elsewhere. http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png) Three minutes in, Natasha started an offensive rush, but was quickly countered and tossed off the level, although she damaged Rei’s character heavily. (Now the interesting part!) The end tally for falls/deaths was: Rei, 7 incurred from fighting, one from a suicide attack. (700ml normal drink, 100ml diuretic) Natasha, 10 incurred from fighting, two suicides. (1L normal, 200ml diuretic, and yes, she got her ass kicked.) The girls pre-poured drinks and set them aside in their fridge for later, each taking a glass of about 250ml of their drink of choice, quickly drank them, and continued to play normal matches, with much lower stakes. (Rei thought 1L was enough, and I’m inclined to agree.) After a few more games, and plenty of goofing around, the two grabbed more drinks, and decided to just cuddle for a while, Natasha with her head on Rei’s lap, so Rei could run her fingers through Nata’s hair. Hours passed, and the two decided to head out for a walk, choosing to take what remained of their drinks with them. (Not much, water bottles each.) They chose to walk to a small park nearby, and stroll around the large pond there. Not far into their stroll, Rei started to feel a growing pressure in her bladder, and so looked to Natasha, who was faring worse then her, already pressing her thighs together tightly whenever they stopped. Once they rounded the final turn on the path around the large pond, Natasha was bursting, and cared little about what other people may have thought, though there were few around, and held herself un-subtly, occasionally bouncing her knees when her bladder spasmed. Rei was doing a little better; still able to restrain herself from crossing her legs, or holding herself, though she admits she could feel her bladder’s contents sloshing around as she walked. They passed by another couple walking by, but the other people pretty much ignored them and kept walking, for which Nata was pretty thankful. Near the end of their walk, Rei walked ahead of Nata and looked around, and then came back, gesturing to behind a small maintenance shed made of concrete, before winking playfully at Natasha and kissing her. The girls slipped behind the shed and sat themselves on the roots of a small tree next to the little building, allowing Rei to push Nata back against the tree trunk. Rei quickly slipped her hands up Nata’s shirt and into the cups of her bra, which prompted shivers when her cold hands cupped the Russian’s breasts. Just as she adjusted to the sharp temperature difference, Natasha clenched her thighs more tightly, the chill made it difficult to maintain control, and the crotch of her panties was already warm and soaked, partially from her leaking slightly and partially because of her arousal due to the situation. The Japanese girl shifted in closer, to allow her access to Natasha’s lips, and to seat herself on her desperate girlfriend’s lap, with her legs off to the side, thighs rubbing lightly against each other. At this point, Rei’s gentle massaging of Natasha’s breasts and rock-hard nipples had knocked most thoughts of sense out of the girl’s head, and she grabbed Rei by the shoulders and pulled her closer into her lap, startling the shorter girl slightly. Natasha’s forceful tug only encouraged Rei further, and the Asian girl broke her kiss with Nata to trail down to her left breast, and begin playfully sucking on the already achingly hard nipple, running her tongue forcefully around it between applying more suction. Natasha was in bliss, and nearly driven to orgasm, as her control slipped, and her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent, soaking the seat of her jeans, and leaving trails along the back of her legs, when the fabric could hold no more, it splashed and dripped out of her jeans, and poured over the bark and roots of the tree the two were sitting on, before coalescing into a fairly large puddle. Immediately catching Nata’s loss of control Rei slipped her free hand down past the waistband of the Russian’s jeans and panties, and slipped her fingers inside her lover, pumping them in at out at a steady pace. Natasha bit back a deep, long moan, and arched her back as she squirted into her already ruined panties, before collapsing onto Rei’s shoulder, and breathily giggling. The girls heard the sound of feet on gravel on the nearby path, and quickly snapped back to the real world, staying deathly quiet as somebody passed by, and thankfully, didn’t see them. Nata quietly noted after the person was long past, that they should continue at home, and Rei agreed, bar one thing, she lifted her skirt up to reveal her own dampened panties, and shifted herself to allow her to straddle one of Natasha’s legs, before rejoining their broken kiss, holding her lover tightly as she began bucking her hips against Nata’s clothed leg, and letting go of the control of her own overtaxed bladder, though much more slowly, letting out long spurts, shifting as she increased her pace to a slow, constant flow. Natasha giggles amusedly through their kiss, but shifts her leg so that Rei is running herself against Nata’s slightly bent knee. Rei quickens her pace, squeaking moans into Nata’s mouth as her pace steadily increases, and as she finishes emptying her now relaxed bladder, bucks one last time against Natasha’s leg, before falling from the taller girl’s lap into the puddle the two both contributed to, breathless, with her panties still leaking her own juices. The two recover quickly enough, and soon the two are headed home, with their jackets around their waists, and pleased smiles on their faces. (And that is all that I had info enough on to write, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing and hearing about it!) ...If it isn't obvious enough, The two are pretty close to friends-with-benefits with myself, for which I count myself lucky. I cannot stress this enough, though, that both gave me the okay to post this. They know about the site, and want to contribute, though they don't have their own accounts. Best wishes from Natasha, Rei, and Myself, to all of you here on Omo.org, and I (And occasionally, they) hope to contribute more in the future.
  14. babemeetsworld

    Babe Wets Her Grey Leggings

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    Ah, my first video I hope you all like it. This is actually my first time wetting myself fully! Beforehand, I was posting on the omo live action thread, you can see what lead up to this there. I didn't go to the bathroom all day so I could really feel how desperate I can get. Btw, yes I am in my pjs have fun! xx

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  15. p0ptartcat

    female Georgia's wet morning

    Georgia flicked her long blonde hair back as she strolled into the school gates, proudly showing off her new designer handbag to passerby's. Georgia was a 14 year old girl with beautiful beach blonde hair. She had brown eyes and an amazing smile, which exposed her perfectly formed teeth. She ruffled her collar and pulled up her skirt as she walked into the Social Area to find her friends. "Georgia!" her friend Shannon called to her. "Over here." Georgia put her bag down by her locker and skipped over to Shannon. Suddenly, Dylan and his mates charged into the Social Area, mud covered across their already dirty clothes. Dylan had blonde hair, similar to Georgia's and had green/blue eyes. "You should've seen us Shannon," Dylan said with a tone of humour. "I'm sure I should've," Shannon replied, her voice littered with sarcasm. "C'mon lads!" Dylan and his gang charged back out the door and outside. Georgia looked through a window and saw them belly-flopping off grass banks, rolling in the filth that the recent rain had caused. "They're idiots," Georgia exclaimed. "I know, but it's kinda cute watching them." "What? How can you think that's cute? I don't understand some people." Georgia's voice trailed off as the bell rang, signalling all the students to grab their stuff and go to their form registration, where after that, they spent the remaining half hour socialising. After form registration, Georgia and the rest of her form group exited their form room and headed to their first lesson: Maths. Georgia was nearly at the door to the Maths room when she felt a small twitch in her bladder. She was quick to shake it off and entered the classroom. "I want you to do the exercises on page 36 to 39. You should know what to do. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask." The class opened their textbooks to the pages that the teacher had ordered them to. "Fractions. I hate fractions," Georgia whispered to Shannon. "Damn right. I'm pretty sure you speak for the whole class when you say that." Georgia felt another twitch in her bladder, but ignored it. The thought of hard work managed to help her forget it. However, half-way through the lesson, Georgia felt more urine filling up in her bladder. She wasn't really desperate, so she decided she would go on the way to her next lesson. But ten minutes later, her bladder started to fill up even more. Georgia still decided that it was best to hold on. There was only twenty minutes left. Suddenly, Dylan let out a massive belch, causing the class to erupt in immature laughter, and a small dribble of urine to leak into Georgia's black panties. She quickly squeezed her crotch, trying hard not to let any urine escape, but no more came out. It just must've been the element of surprise that made her dribble a little bit. "No homework tonight class," the Math teacher announced to the class, causing the class to be sweeped in relief. Georgia quickly packed up her books into her designer bag and ran out the classroom, dashing to the direction of the girls bathroom, only to be swept away by a swarm of seniors exiting a classroom. "Shoot!" Georgia cursed under her breath. She then felt a warm sensation down in her panties. Realising that the knock must've caused her to pee a little bit, Georgia grabbed her crotch and attempted to run to the toilets. "What are you doing?" Georgia's science teacher said. "You need to be in class now. Go!" The teacher pushed her in the direction of the science lab. Georgia swore at the teacher under her breath and walked to the lab in a strange movement. Georgia crossed her legs tightly, trying to hold back what felt like a flood. More urine spurted into her panties and then leaked down her leg. She then quickly threw her hand down her skirt and squeezed her panties as tightly as possible. She started to feel liquids around her panties. It didn't feel like she was peeing, so it must've been sweat from all the desperation. "Ok, if I just position myself correctly, I might be able to get up and ask the teacher if I can use the loo." Georgia was just about to stand up when a voice whispered "can you help me on question 5?" It was Shannon. "Erm, I'm stuck on that one too. I was just gonna go and ask the teacher now." Georgia stood up, only for more pee to fire out of her urethra. She waddled over to the teacher's desk and asked in a hushed voice, "please can I use the loo?" "No," the teacher replied, "this is revision for an important test. You can't miss any of it!" "Fine," Georgia skulked back to her seat, not wondering if she could hold for much longer. "Did she say anything?" Shannon asked. "No, stupid cow, said we have to look it up in the textbook," Georgia lied. "Crap." Georgia had forgotten about her desperation until a long spurt of pee dribbled into her panties. She jammed her hand into her crotch in an attempt to get out of class dry. She made sure no-one was watching her as she used her spare hand to try and do her work, but she couldn't concentrate on her work, only on her bladder. The sound of the bell was like heaven to Georgia. She leaped off her chair, only to notice a small puddle on her chair. "Crap, I hope no-one notices that." She sprinted out of the door and dashed through the hallways, hand in crotch. "Yes, almost there!" Georgia's heart skipped a beat when she saw the long line outside the toilets. "Aah, what am I going to do? I can't wet myself. The school is massive, the next toilet will be at the other end of the school. I've only got one option." Georgia darted outside, pee running down her legs. She ran onto the field and ducked behind a bush. Her bladder was aching so much now, she had to let it out. She let go of her crotch and quickly tried to pull her skirt down, but it was too late. Her pee started leaking out in spurts first, then in multiple dribbles, before finally forming a stream. It soaked her panties completely and started leaking down her skirt. The pee then started filling up in her black cotton panties and then leaking out onto the muddy field. Her skirt soon became an ocean of urine. Georgia was now in tears. How was she going to hide her wetness? Her question was the answered when it started to rain, soaking Georgia completely in a mix of both rain and urine. She then felt relaxed and started peeing again, causing the rain puddle underneath her to become diluted in yellow. She then quickly ran inside, trying to avoid getting even more wet than she already was.
  16. Charlie Kirby

    female Orgasmic Desperation

    Thank you for all the popular feedback on my content. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but today I found time to write up a story I've wanted to share for a long time. This is the story of the first ever orgasm I experienced as a teenager, while I was still attending school. It was accompanied by a rather dramatic wetting, which I'm sure you'd like to hear about. x It was getting towards the end of my summer break. The weather was still lovely, and the days were long. Over the past week, my father had been re-decorating the house, and while he and my mom worked on the other rooms, I'd been making my own improvements to my room. My bedroom was large for a teenager. It was a square room, joining directly with the dinning area, and with a small short corridor leading into my ensuite, another surprisingly large room. In that little corridor, there were two doors, one on either side. On the left was my closet, a long, dark and dingy room lit by four small spotlights. Opposite that was a much smaller cupboard containing the heater controls for the pool. My mom had given me a budget to 'do up' my room, and I'd used it to upgrade my TV, repaint the walls and amongst other things, replace my duvet, pillows and sheets. I'd dumped my old bedding in the closet. That Friday, I woke up with that cheeky little urge to do something naughty. But with my parents home all day, I knew it wouldn't be easy. Never the less, I decided to go for a day of desperation. I thought I knew how to handle it by now, and I figured that if I just drank as much as I could all day, in the evening I could dress in some old clothes, lock myself in my room and lay in the bath. So I got up, neglected the chance for a morning pee, went for breakfast and let the fun begin with half a pint of orange juice. By 3.00 that afternoon I was already busting to go. I was in my room watching TV, and as I lay on my bed I could feel my heart beat thumping in my bladder. It was so good, so naughty, but made at the same time so nervous. My mind began to wonder from the TV show, I found myself fantasising about what could happen. There was a rocking horse in the corner of my room, and I'd had an amazing experience on it once before. I looked at it, remembering with fondness. With a smile on my face, I rolled over. As I did, I felt my undies shifting a little and realised how damp they were getting. Was it arousal, or was I leaking a little? The thought sent shivers through me. I imagined just letting go, but it wasn't anywhere near evening yet so I had to hold it. Four hours later, we were sat eating dinner. The urge was unbearable now, but I still held on. I sat very upright, not daring to move too quickly. Every time I raised my fork to my mouth, I felt a strain hitting my abdomen. It was starting to feel incredible, making my crotch tingle. But I continued on, hiding how excited I was. Towards the end of the meal I was so confident that I raised my glass to my mouth and gulped down a few mouthfuls. I then proclaimed how tired I was feeling and gently stood up, moving smoothly into my room. I quietly closed the door a leaned against it, breathing a sigh of relief. I was really feeling it now. Smiling, I pushed the catch over and took a few nervous steps toward my mirror. I looked in it, and saw my whole body looking back. Gradually I peeled the clothes away to reveal a great bulging bladder resting on my naked, teenage body. I was feeling really horny now, my breasts were firm and my nipples hard. I held them, slowly caressing. One hand drifted down, pressing very gently on my bladder, creating a pleasurable strain. I clenched hard to keep it in, but a small trickle escaped. It wasn't a burst, more a calm stream of a few drops, which ran down the inside of bare legs. I wasn't quite ready yet. The old clothes I planned to wear were in a draw under my TV, and I wanted to push it just a fraction further. Stepping back from my mirror, I very calmly laid down on my bed. I was nervous, but daren't shake. As I lay back, the gravity was relieved from my bladder and I allowed my thoughts to drift away. About ten minutes later I suddenly felt a wave of pain, quickly followed by a wave of pleasure. Startled, I realised this was it. Moving gently but swiftly, I sat up. All of a sudden gravity hit me. Another wave of desperation came on. I knew I couldn't hold much longer. With my legs over the side of the bed, I pressed one hand into my nude groin. A trickle was leaking out, dripping into my hand. I pressed it harder, praying the burst would hold back. Gradually I stood up, and the puddle in my hand leaked through, dripping onto the carpet. There was another great wave. My hands was shaking. All of a sudden the ensuite seemed miles away. I'd made a terrible mistake, but it just made me feel more excited. I began taking timid steps toward the small corridor, scrapping the idea of putting on the old clothes. I'd only just got to the short corridor when my body gave an overwhelming urge. I let out a gasp as I clenched even harder. I crossed my legs and thrust both hands into my crotch. The bare skin felt warm against my hand. Then again another great urge. I fought to hold back, but it was too strong. I jet escaped, hitting the palm of my hand and spraying over my legs. Taking quick, shallow breaths I stepped forward. The spray from the jet trickled down my legs, onto my feet and down onto the carpet below. I managed three steps. My mind was racing, my cheeks hot. As I struggled to hold it in, my breaths grew quicker and quicker. I felt another wave coming over me. I grit my teeth hard, but it was no good. Another short burst hit my hand. Letting out a small worried moan, I bit my lip. The ensuite was still miles away. I crossed my legs hard and thought quick. I could just make it if I ran, but it wasn't looking good. A trickle continued to escape and run over my knees. I thought I was out of options, then I remembered the old bedding! It was just inside the closet, and the door was in arms reach! Without a moment to lose, I lifted one hand and scrabbled to turn the knob. My hand was soaking with pee. It kept slipping on the handle. But then, it clicked open! I was in! I sprung forward, uncrossing my wet legs. But as I did, it came again. A hot jet shot out, directly onto the carpet. I tried to hold it back but it wouldn't stop! Stark naked, and in full flow I ran into the dark closet. As I moved, it splashed over my legs. I leapt for the old duvet, falling forward onto it. A warm wet patch grew under me, and as it did I started bundling the duvet toward my crotch. The cold fabric rubbed into me. It felt amazing! The fabric grew heavy with warm liquid. I continued to push it and began clenching my thighs to rub it more and more. Fast and faster. My breathing was still quick, almost uncontrollable. I was fighting to keep myself from loudly gasping. All the time, the warm jet was being forced into the fabric. The damp patch grew under me, and the sounds of the crisp fabric rubbing under me was replaced with a naughty wet squelching. Eventually with dampness reached curves of my breasts, which were also rubbing into the duvet. My nerves had been replaced my pure excitement. My whole body seemed to shake, forcing the wet duvet to almost vibrate against me. The flow of pee had ended, but I continued to rub myself over the duvet, clenching it hard with my thighs, then letting go, then clenching. Every time I did, drips of pee were squeezed out over my legs. I found myself being taken over by the pleasure. My breathing was fast but deep, and all of a sudden pure joy forced out a loud moan. I was surprised, but could't stop myself from letting out another. And another. Every heart beat bought another wave of pleasure. Each one more and more powerful. Each one forcing me to moan and gasp for air. I rolled over, my bottom pressing into the duvet and being met with a puddle of cooling pee. I reached down and touch myself, just once, and got another urge to pee. So I let go, and a short burst shot out, hitting the duvet with one final beat. Eventually my breathing calmed. I was buzzing with wonder for what had just happened. I felt exhausted, aching in the groin. Below me lay a completely soaked duvet. I looked up into the ceiling, bemused. My friends had spoken about 'orgasms' before. But I didn't really know what one was. Until now…
  17. Sapphire3619

    malefemale The Game Is Unfair

    In honor of the end of March Madness! One of many ideas that I've been too lazy to work on lately :) Thanks for reading! ***** Cole Harkness jiggled his leg impatiently, looking around Coach G’s immaculately clean office. The chair he sat in wasn’t uncomfortable – Coach wanted to make sure all of his guests were treated with respect – but Cole’s situation most definitely was. Coach Altman, the assistant, had been very clear in his instructions: Cole was to wait for Coach G to finish up his post-game remarks. He was not to leave the office. He was not to leave the chair. Cole snorted in the silence. On some level, he definitely knew that what he’d done was wrong, and that he’d definitely earned a talking-to from his head coach. On another level, he was just mad. *** It hadn’t been Cole’s fault. Not really. McMillan, the nasty little shooting guard from the other team, had been hand-checking him all night, getting way too touchy, and the refs weren’t calling anything. How was Cole supposed to play with the opponents’ hands literally all over him? For the first two years of his college career, Cole had developed a reputation for being unflappable. Especially as a freshman, commentators spoke admiringly about his poise and maturity at such a young age. Based on his predilection for hitting long, contested 3-point shots, the student newspaper had branded him with the nickname “Cole-Blooded Assassin.” But other teams had taken notice, as well, and the targeted and pestering defense grew more blatant as the years went on. Now, as a junior, Cole was having a harder time staying calm under the constant and often barely-legal pressure from opposing players. At tonight’s game, it had just grown to be too much. McMillan had been slapping and poking at Cole all game, pulling on the back of his jersey. Cole had tried to point out his behavior to the ref, but McMillan was sneaky, or the refs just had it out for Cole, or both… It hadn’t been Cole’s fault. McMillan was way too close, and Cole was just trying to pull down a rebound. McMillan had been all over him, and Cole was just trying to get free. He’d swung his elbow around, trying to keep the ball under control, but McMillan had been too close, and Cole’s elbow had caught the other boy square in the face. It was a bad image. Cole knew that much. McMillan had flailed backwards (acting, Cole was sure), but blood had spurted from his nose as the whistle blew. The whistle had been too much for Cole; it was a terrible injustice, to be called for just trying to secure a rebound, while McMillan had been getting away with holds and reach-ins all night. Cole had thrown his arms up in the air, loudly protesting the call. He hadn’t even argued that much, but the stupid ref had it out for him, and had issued an (entirely unjustified) technical foul. Cole had been apoplectic. Coach G had signaled him out of the game, but Cole was seeing red. Barely able to contain himself, he swiped away a proffered cup of water as Coach Altman had pushed him to sit down. Cole was furious; why didn’t Coach G make his case with the ref? Why was he being treated so unfairly? It wasn’t his fault! Altman and one of the other junior coaches were physically holding Cole into the chair at courtside. When he would look back later, Cole would recognize that he was throwing a full-blown fit, but at the moment, he was blinded by the unfairness of it all. Other teams were always fouling him and always getting away with it, and he hadn’t meant to hurt McMillan, but he had gotten called and why didn’t anyone care that it wasn’t his fault?? Coach G had kept coaching – the game had only paused long enough for the technical foul shots – but after a few moments, he glanced back and, with a disgusted flick of his head, dismissed Cole from the arena. Coach Altman had taken the young star by the elbow, and Cole jerked his arm away petulantly before getting to his feet and storming back to the locker room, still angrily protesting the offending series of events. Out in the hallway of the state-of-the-art sports complex, Cole knew the drill. He’d never personally been ejected from a game before, but he knew that Coach G insisted on players still watching the game. Still stomping more than was strictly necessary, Cole let Coach Altman lead him to the head coach’s office, where he turned on the game and directed Cole to sit in a chair and watch. While the second half had stretched on – Cole had been dismissed only 5 minutes into the 20-minute period – Cole slowly started to come down off his adrenaline-fueled tantrum. Altman stayed silent, and, with no one to react to his complaints, Cole had stopped fighting. The game had ended – Cole’s team won – and Altman had left to join the players in the locker room, leaving Cole with explicit instructions to stay put and wait for Coach G. *** And Cole had waited. Realistically, he knew that he wouldn’t be there forever; Coach would have to answer a few questions from the floor reporter and talk to the team in the locker room, but, as it was a mid-season, non-conference game, there would be no press junket after the game. It would probably be a half hour after the final buzzer, at most. So Cole sat and jiggled his leg while he waited. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say to his coach, or if Coach was even going to let him say anything, but being alone with his thoughts wasn’t exactly calming. Without anyone to challenge his silent ruminations, Cole grew more and more frustrated with the collective inequality of his treatment throughout the game and the whole season. By the time Coach G stepped into the room, Cole was fuming. Coach took one look at the back of the twitching, irritated 20-year old and sighed. Bart Giamarisi had been coaching at the collegiate level for over two decades. He’d mentored dozens of young men. Yes, Cole was extraordinarily talented, but the young man still lacked the self-awareness and coping mechanisms to succeed at the highest level. His prodigious talent had let him more or less coast through his first two seasons, but now that he was an upperclassman, a team leader, a lot more was expected of Cole, and Coach G could see the demands wearing on the boy. “Well,” Coach G began, sitting at his desk. “You want to tell me what happened out there tonight?” Cole scowled, not meeting the man’s eye. “You saw what happened.” Coach paused for a moment, letting Cole squirm in the silence. “I want to hear you tell me your side of the story.” Cole’s frown deepened. He didn’t like being patronized, treated like some elementary school bully whose teacher was trying to be fair. “McMillan was on me all night,” Cole muttered, not bothering to keep the sulkiness out of his voice. “The refs weren’t calling it. It wasn’t fair. I can’t play if they’re going to let guys hold me up and down the court.” Coach nodded equivocally. “He was sticking pretty close to you,” he said mildly. “So then what happened on that rebound.” Cole bristled. “I was just going for the ball,” he insisted. “He grabbed my arm, I pulled away, and he was too close.” “You pulled away?” Coach repeated, gently questioning Cole’s minimizing phrasing. “He was holding me!” the slightest of whines crept into Cole’s protested. “I was just trying to get away!” Coach didn’t respond immediately, and Cole shifted in his seat. He felt ill, his insides writhing. He hadn’t been sleeping well, and without the ability to go through his usual post-game shower, Cole felt wound-up, like his skin was the only thing keeping his body from exploding out in all directions. “You’ve played basketball for a long time, Cole,” Coach reminded the uneasy young man. “You know things aren’t always fair. Players get harassed. Refs miss calls.” Cole furrowed his brow angrily. He folded his arms tightly across his torso. Why didn’t Coach understand? Why was he acting like Cole had been at fault? “You know McMillan’s behavior doesn’t excuse your own,” Coach went on, finally getting to the heart of the matter. “You simply cannot react that way every time a guy steps a bit over the line when he’s guarding you, and you certainly,” Coach raised his voice for emphasis when Cole scoffed, “can’t be arguing with refs or throwing water on my bench. I do not allow that kind of behavior on my team, and if you can’t abide by those rules, then you cannot be on my team.” For the first time since Coach had walked in the room, Cole’s eyes flashed up from the floor, defensive and anxious. He unwrapped him arms and gripped the edges of his chair. His leg started jiggling again, unconsciously; he was barely aware of his own body. All he knew was that no one was listening to him. “You can’t do that!” Cole yelped before he could stop himself. He knew that yelling at Coach was unacceptable, but he was losing control. He was too mad, too tired, to frustrated with the fact that no one seemed to be on his side. Eyebrows raised, Coach stared calmly at the twitching figure in front of him. Cole’s legs were bouncing up and down, and his fingers were drumming against the sides of the chair. In fact, Coach realized, Cole hadn’t been still since he entered the room. “Son, what’s going on?” Coach asked, softening his voice slightly. Cole’s behavior was absolutely unacceptable, but Coach had been doing this long enough to know when a player need discipline versus needing an approach with a bit more finesse. These student-athletes might be known around campus (and around the country), seen on televised games, etc., but they were still basically kids. No one expected other college students to total have their act together; why would it be any different for basketball players? Cole slumped his shoulders at the gentle tone of Coach’s voice. For a moment, he wanted to relax; he wanted to confide in his coach and trust the man’s ability to make things better. But then, as Cole stopped jiggling his legs for just a second, a spurt of urine shot from his bladder, dampening his underwear. Cole’s heart skipped a beat. He smashed his legs together, stemming the sudden flow. His stomach dropped; how could he have missed how badly he had to go to the bathroom? Cole’s mind raced. Yes, he always drank a bunch during games and then would pee in the locker room bathroom after the game, but was it really so bad that he’d be on the verge of pissing himself after just a half hour? Coach G watched the boy intently; Cole hadn’t answered, but he looked troubled. “Cole?” he called, slightly worried. Cole looked up again, and his face hardened into a dark mask. His leak and increasing desperation had evaporated any sense of calm or desire to be honest with Coach. “What?” Cole hissed angrily. “What do you want from me?” Giamarisi recoiled. “Cole,” he repeated, this time warningly, but Cole wasn’t cowed. “You think this was my fault!” Cole growled, starting to rant. “You think that I should just be fucking perfect and let guys hang all over me then sit around with my tail between my legs and wait for you to come so I can apologize for just TRYING TO FUCKING PLAY!!” Coach G pressed his lips together, a sure sign of his disappointment, but Cole couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. He was squirming in the chair, barely holding back his urine, refusing to put his hand between his legs. He was utterly wild with frustration, anxiety, and confusion. “Cole-“ Coach began, but the infuriated young man cut him off. “I don’t need this!” Cole was practically yelling now. “You can’t just keep me here! I’m not your prisoner!” He leaked again, an action that only frenzied him further. “You don’t care about me, you just care about your damn wins and the reputation of your fucking program!” Coach frowned deeply. He couldn’t let his players get away with this type of behavior. He really didn’t want to punish Cole, but… “I’m done!” Cole was definitely shouting now, as if the volume of his voice would hide the terrible trickle of pee that was leaking from his dick. “I’m not gonna sit here and be lectured when you won’t even listen to me!” Cole pushed himself out of the chair and turned toward the door, and Coach started to rise. “Son, sit back down, we’re not-“ But Coach cut himself off at the sight of streaming liquid falling down Cole’s legs. Cole had frozen. As soon as he’d stood, his bladder had released completely. Without a grasping hand to stop the flow, urine spilled through his underwear, gushing out the legs of his shorts. His underwear were quickly soaked, and hot liquid streamed down both of his thighs, absorbing into his socks and shoes. Cole’s breath hitched in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. How had he gotten here? He’d just wanted to play basketball, but then the demands of junior year had been too much, and the game had been unfair and Coach wouldn’t listen and he couldn’t do anything about it and now he was having an accident in Coach’s office like a preschooler… He wet for far too long, the only sound in the wood-paneled room the uneven patter of liquid dripping onto the carpeted floor. Tears welled in Cole’s eyes. He was bent forward slightly, his left hand still on the back of the chair where he’d been turning to storm out. After nearly a minute, Coach G broke the tense, stunned silence. “Cole?” The boy didn’t turn. “Cole, look at me.” Cole gripped the back of the chair tightly, breathing hard. His vision was blurred with tears, his thoughts muddled with uncontrollable shock and humiliation. His soaked, nylon shorts hung heavy on his hips. “Cole,” Coach repeated, and Cole broke. “This is your fault!” the 20-year-old snapped, whirling around. “You made me stay here! You-“ the boy’s voice cracked, cutting off his rant. He dropped his head to the side, futilely trying to hide his tears. Coach slowly walked around to the front of his desk, cautiously approaching the angry young man. “Just breathe, son,” he ordered quietly but firmly. Cole sniffed deeply, his breath rattling. “C-coach Altman told me to st-stay,” he stammered. “Y-you k-kept talking, you didn’t let me g-go.” He angrily wiped his dripping nose across the back of his wrist, simultaneously furious and pathetic. “Cole, you never told me you had to use the rest room,” Coach reminded him. “I know!” Cole snapped, his voice breaking again. “But you didn’t…you don’t…” Coach leaned back against the desk, giving the boy a bit of space. Cole sniffed again, miserable and broken. He was so mad – he wanted to be so mad – but he was tired, and he’d been beat up in the game and the refs hadn’t called anything and then he’d been trapped in Coach’s office and nobody talked to him and now he’d peed his pants and he felt stupid and sick and Coach wasn’t even doing anything about it. “No one listens to me,” he whined pleadingly. Coach exhaled slowly. Although he’d never had a player have an accident in his office before, he’d certainly seen this other behavior before – young men would get overwhelmed, but wouldn’t ask for help or know who to turn to for help with the demands of balancing full time academic and athletic careers. “I’m listening now,” the older man said. “I’m sorry we haven’t been giving you the support you need, but you know this is a big university. We don’t know you need help unless you ask for it.” Cole’s entire body shuddered with weariness and shame, his rage replaced with exhaustion. “It wasn’t just this game, was it, son?” Coach encouraged, though he already knew the answer. Cole shook his head miserably. “And it’s not just teams being unfair to you on the court,” Coach prodded. Cole paused, then shook his head again. “OK, son,” Coach said reassuringly. “Why don’t you tell me what’ been going on?” Unconsciously, Cole held his breath. He knew he needed help, but the residual ire prevented him from speaking right away. Then again, he was standing in his piss-soaked basketball uniform after wetting himself in front of his college coach, so… “I haven’t been sleeping well,” Cole mumbled, starting with the easiest part to understand. Coach nodded again. He could tell that the young man was very close to sharing the real basis of his attitude. “And what else?” Another tear slid down Cole’s nose. “I…” But he couldn’t form a sentence. Giamarisi sighed. “Son, listen to me. I’m sorry I let things get this far. I saw that things were harder for you this season than they’ve been before, but I didn’t realize how hard.” Cole hunched forward, acknowledging his coach’s claim with a soft moan of assent. “I’m listening now,” Coach said again. “And I’ll keep listening. I promise. If you’ve been having trouble sleeping, or trouble with other things, we have people that can help with that, if you’ll let us.” Cole cringed slightly at the implication that the onus was once again on him to do something, to allow himself to be saved. He was so tired of everything, and he really didn’t have the energy to think about doing anything else, except maybe sleep. Seeing the player’s hesitation, Coach backed off a bit. “You don’t have to explain everything now. It’s getting late, and we can’t fix everything tonight, anyway.” Cole relaxed visibly, sighing with relief, but then tensed again, his eyes drawn downward to the obvious wetness between his legs. “It’s OK, Cole,” Coach reassured him, responding to his unspoken fear. “The building will be empty by now. You can go back to the locker room and change, and no one will see.” Cole nodded quickly, biting the inside of his lower lip to keep himself from crying again. Everything about his situation – throwing a fit at the game, getting in trouble, his wet pants, his coach having to talk him through changing out of his wet pants – made him feel terribly childlike, and he wasn’t ready to succumb to those feelings, especially not in front of Coach G. He just wanted to leave and go back to his room and not have to be around anyone. “You can go, Cole,” Coach gave the needed permission. “I’ll expect you back here at nine tomorrow morning to discuss our plan of action.” “Yes, sir,” Cole mumbled, grateful for the dismissal. He was drained and he couldn’t be responsible for anything else tonight. Without another word, the young man exited his coach’s office and turned down the hall toward the locker room. His vision swam with fatigue, but he felt strangely comforted. He didn’t have to explain anything tonight. He didn’t have to tell Coach about the missed assignments or the bedwetting…that could wait, at least until tomorrow. For now, he could just go back to his room and sleep.
  18. Hi all! So let me just tell you what happened (; so i had been watching more desperation videos lately than normal. Like REALLY desperate people needing to go. And when I got off work today I kinda had an urge to pee so i decided to just hold it. .... anyway I went to take a nap about 3 hours ago so i could wake up either wet or desperate lol. And that didn't work seeing as how I can't sleep if I need to pee. So after about half an hr. I got up and went to play xbox. This was when I found out how desperate I actually was. I had been drinking water basically since I got home from work. And by now after plaing xbox for probably less than 30 min. I'm starting to spurt into my dark blue cotton underwear! Next thing I know I'm fumbling for my phone to take pics for you guys (: so here you go! I hope you like it! Please comment and/or message me!
  19. View File Pee in new black pants Hot wetting Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  20. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 20

    I realized I never did a wetting in my what's-beginning-to-become-my-favorite cycling skinsuit. Done at a park where there were some people, which created some extra movement/turning, but still turned out pretty good. Enjoy! cyc20.wmv
  21. View File Desperate in the bathub A girl is desperately trying to hold it in a nice dress in the bathtub Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/31/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  22. View File Super hot desperation wetting [nudity] WARNING CONTAINS NUDITY `In this video we have a very attractive girl topless, wearing just panties and really bursting in the bathtub. She holds on until she explodes in her panties in a moan of pleasure and relief. As she can't stop, she just takes them down mid pee and keeps peeing naked until empty. Judging from the soak and the flow, she has been holding quite a lot. Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/31/2018 Category Peeing  
  23. NearNudeLayla

    Silvia's Boyfriend (Furry)

    Silvia was a beige-furred feline with hair dyed blonde. She was wearing the short skirt and thigh high socks that her older sister had bought for her for her birthday and for finally leaving the military. She and her boyfriend, Red, were on their way to see Silvia's sister. Silvia usually never brought a date to see her sister, but Red was nice. He wasn't just a boy toy to her. He was someone she genuinely enjoyed having around. Red was a red fox with black hair. He was dressed pretty casually in a t-shirt and jeans, as usual. He was pretty skittish as times, but quickly warmed up to people who were nice to him. Silvia's sister lived about 6 hours from where Silvia lived, and the couple was already running late. Silvia threw their bags into the car, with Red hopping into the passenger seat. "Okay! We need to get out of here!" She quickly shut the trunk and jumped right into the driver's seat, started the car, and took right off towards the closest freeway. About an hour into the drive, they were well out of town with nothing but highway ahead and a couple of empty coffee cups in the cup holders. Red would occasionally look outside. "So, are we good on gas?" Silvia nodded. "Yeah. I filled up yesterday." "Oh." Red looked around a little more. "Do you want some more coffee?" "No, sweetie, thank you." Red smiled. Admittedly, he was trying to give her a reason to pull over so he could use the bathroom. He had been the one who slept in, causing them to be late. He had been rushed out the door, too tired to think about his urge to pee. It didn't really occur to him until after they had left the coffee shop with their coffee to go, that he realized he had to pee. And an hour and a cup of coffee later, his bladder felt like it was going to explode. With no hope of stopping for any other reason, Red decided to open up. "Silvia, I have to pee." He leaned over, resting his hands over his crotch. Silvia smiled a little. "Yeah, me too, but I think I can hold it until we stop to refuel... As long as I don't drink anything else." Red paused for a few seconds. "I can't... I have to pee right now." Silvia smiled at this, part in disbelief, and partly because she was amused. "Can you really not hold it?" "No. I didn't get to pee before we left, or at the coffee shop. I was too tired to realize." "And you didn't tell me before we got out of town because...?" "I thought we could stop soon..." Silvia sighed, still smiling a little. "Well, the next stop is about two hours away, and we are running behind." Red whined in response. "I'm going to pee my pants." Red's hands were gripping his crotch rather tightly. He genuinely felt like his bladder was expanding his belly. Every breath he took caused his bladder to twinge in pain. He looked to his girlfriend, who only held a small smile. He did not think anything of it, however. But Silvia was enjoying seeing him desperate. She didn't know why, exactly. Maybe it was dominance, or she just liked the idea of seeing someone else wet themselves. Either way, she had control of the situation and she was going to have fun with it. "Look, just try to hold it, and I'll try to find a place to turn off so you can pee." Red groaned. "Not happening. I need to pee now!" "Well, if it's that bad, then just pee. I won't be mad, as long as you clean up when we stop." Hearing this, Red's bladder twinged one last time before he just let it all out. Seeing Red wet his pants made Silvia feel alive. She felt a little warm between her legs, the arousal slowly coming in. "I'm sorry..." Red muttered. Silvia chuckled. "It's okay... We all have accidents..." Red looked at her. "Even you?" Silvia blushed. "Actually, yes... Even me..." "Care to share?" Red smiled, hopeful, but Silvia giggled. "Not yet." They rode on to the next gas station.
  24. View File JAV - 4 Hours of Wetting Highlights The title says it all. This is a highlight reel of wettings from other JAVs. You've seen some of them some of them you have not seen before. But they are all here, in a 4 hour cavalcade of wetting. If you notice one you like, flag the time count in the comments :) Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/28/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  25. Hey, all! :) I've been meaning to post about my last public wetting experience. It happened on November 24th 2016. How can I remember the exact day? Well, this was the day that Your Name. (Kimi No Na Wa.) was released in cinemas in the UK. I'd decided to take the opportunity to see the film on the big screen. However, the showing was at a cinema further away than the one that I usually go to. Because of this, it required me to travel by train to get there and back. So, I traveled to said cinema and saw the film (which was amazing by the way!). I'd bought myself a drink (which I finished while watching the film) and some popcorn. There was so much popcorn that I walked out of the cinema with quite a bit left over. I must've bought a large box (which probably means that I'd bought a large drink too). Now, I don't like letting things go to waste, so I decided to take the box home with me. Bad idea... You see, by this point I really needed to pee, and I'd decided that couldn't really take the popcorn with me to the toilets. I could've left the box on the counter, but I didn't want to come back and find the box gone. I probably could've asked someone if they'd look after it while I went to the toilets, but I didn't (likely due to social anxiety). After a short while working out what I was going to do, I eventually decided to make my way home. Due to the time of year and the fact that it was dark, it was cold outside; this seemed to cause things to move along quite quickly. The station was close and I made my way to the platform, the need to pee subsiding for now. The train ride would've been ~16 minutes plus however long I was waiting for said train to arrive. About halfway through the journey the need to pee returned. By the time I'd got off the train, I was busting. I left the platform but then had to wait for my parents to come and pick me up. After phoning my mum, I proceeded to pace up and down near the station entrance, trying my hardest to hold on. I must've waited for another 10-15 minutes before I started leaking. I hurried outside and down the side of the station, towards the car park. About halfway down I stopped and ended up flooding my jeans. Luckily, I don't think anybody noticed due to the fact that it was dark. Almost straight afterwards, my parents arrived. After admitting that I'd wet myself, we went home, I got cleaned up, and may have received a short lecture. Nothing more was said. I learned my lesson, and next time I left my popcorn box and went to pee! Peace and love!