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  1. I have been thinking a lot recently about what it would be like if one could secretly tell how much peope had to pee (or poop), as in see how full their bladder and bowles were just by looking at them. And to take that further, if you had the ability to change how full they were or how their bkadder/bowles acted, for example think “this persons bladder would fill over the next 5 minutes and at that point It will release” or “their bowels will totally relax and empty right now” and it would actually happen. If you could do this, would you want it? Would you actually use it? What would you do? I have a friend who has always claimed to have a tiny bladder and I would love to be able to see how bad he actually had to pee at times, or make him have an accident one time. Or I know this one is creepy, but when I was in high school, I was a teachers assistant in a 6th grade class at my synagogue for four years, and by the end of the 2 and a half hours, there were always those few kids who seemed to be squirming around a little or sitting in weird positions and I would love have loved to have been able to tell how bad the kids had to go, or even make them lose a squirt or something.
  2. I think most of us owe Akira Toriyama a thanks for helping us discover this kink of ours, because quite a few personal stories I've read trace it to when as a kid they read this well known comic called Dragon Ball that had a brief bit of Bulma Briefs peeing her pants in fear after being saved. I'll never forget the day I first saw this image. I found out the pissing happened through TV Tropes and their trivia about how in the episode it was just a sparkle but in the comics she completely pissed her pants. Up until that moment having not yet seen or read that part of the story (though Bulma was very familiar to me, as I would look over the shoulder of kids on the bus who were giggling over the infamous 'no balls' setup and flashing gag) so I had just thoughts in my head of how this scene played out. This was when I was just starting to grasp that the idea of a grown woman urinating in her clothes turned me on, so this was a curiosity for me that was about to set a fire. So one day at the mall I went in the book store and knowing I had time til I'd be picked up I found and scanned the first volume front to back and back to front, trying to pinpoint where this scene happens (TV tropes mentioned it on the page for episode 2 for some reason?) and after going thru it a couple times I finally landed on the page I was looking for. Holy hell, it was better than I imagined, and as cheesy as Viz's dialogue was it was perfect for the moment. I stared at that panel at least five minutes in total, reading before and after and then rereading Goku saying "All's swell that ends swell" and Bulma crying out "What's so swell about peeing my pants?" as urine drips down the sky like a mini waterfall there's no point in hiding it. By the time I put the book up (it was a few years til I worked up the nerve to buy that scandalous book) my own pants were rather sticky, and mind you this was the first time such a thing had happened for me in public. The part of the story that bridges the gap from there to me being here now is for another time, but one way or another that blue-haired beauty has played a key role in getting me deeper and deeper into this - as my username and avatar plainly illustrate. So this thread will be where I dump new fan art for Bulma. An album will come but I wanna open with this: Since the one and only dress wetting drawing that exists in the manga that sparked this fetish for me is a very small one I decided to start by making it larger. Traced to be perfectly aligned with the pen strokes Toriyama first put down, I have three versions to share. One is essentially a stencil, do as you like with it as it's not mine, it's merely a tracing. I also have two colored versions here, one of the ink chosen by Viz for their online release years ago that I keep as an avatar, and the other keyed to the scene as its presented in the anime. I plan to do more recolors when the time presents, but my pee art is one of my many time consuming hobbies. A lot of what crops up here will be a matter of when I'm simply in the mood. So as always hope you enjoy and please give feedback and suggestions. I might like some of your ideas and push them thru ;)
  3. Wet Waitress

    I knew it wasn't going to be a good day when I saw the train pulling out right as I reached it. I'd heard the buzzer going off as I'd reached the station, and was a step away before the doors slammed shut and I ran face first into them. From there, I really should of gone home and called it a day. Maybe called in sick. But no - today I decided to carry on. As a result, I'm sat here typing this in a wet skirt, with a pair of wet jeans waiting to go in the washing machine, and I have no idea where one of my socks are. My hands are cut, my knee is grazed, and I'm half expecting a call from my boss telling me not to come back tomorrow. Let me tell you what happened... Chapter One - A run of bad luck I hit the doors with a smack, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on my ass, with my arms behind me propping me up. I open my eyes and watch the train pull away, and the passengers inside all laughing, looking and pointing at me. I'm too stunned to do anything, and I hardly know where I am until the train is out of sight and I'm left staring at the wall with the familiar metro sign for Kings-gate station. I blink and let myself come to for a moment, before glancing to either side. There are about six people on the station, five of them are laughing and the sixth doesn't know what's going on. It's at this point I realise that my bag is about three feet away from my and that my skirt has billowed upwards and I've just exposed my underwear to an entire train's worth of people. I blush a hot red as I stand up, wiping the grit from my hands down my jacket. My palms sting a bit, and when I take a look I realise that I've got a cut on my left hand. Nothing massive, but I'm bleeding slightly. I brush my skirt down to make myself decent again, leaving a small red smear as I do. I wipe some more grit from under my skirt and I can feel a damp bit where I smear some more blood on my thigh. I walk over to my bag, pick it up, and look around the station. I better wash my hands before I head to work... I step into the bathroom. It's a station bathroom, which means it's - well, it's a bit under the weather to put it lightly. Do people forget how to use toilets when they go into a public restroom or something? Puddles all over the floor, and only some of it comes from the fourth sink which has leaked for as long as I've lived in the area. I cast a glance at the four cubicles and consider using them for a second - I haven't been yet - but the sight of various bodily fluids and other assorted goodies puts me off. I look back at the sinks and hope to God that I didn't just see a used Johnny hanging over the handle of one of the loos. I twist the tap with my good hand, and put my bleeding hand under the stream. I then yank it away and yelp - It's really damn hot! I flick my hand to the side throwing a mix of water and blood at the wall, before I use my good hand to run the cold tap too. I gingerly try running my fingers under the stream again, and when the water's neither scalding or icy, I rinse both my hands under it. A quick look at the soap dispenser tells me that I won't be using soap today - I'll spare you the details as to why. I consider sighing before it dawns on me that breathing in here might be a health hazard. I pull a tissue out one of the tissue boxes and dab my hands dry, and then I take a little more in case I start bleeding again. Which is immediately. I hold the tissue in my hand and open the bathroom door to head out. Just my luck - as I step out the second train blows the door-closing siren and I watch in awe as the doors follow by closing. I slap my palm into my face and sigh as the second train makes it's way into town, and I'm left angry and late for work. I pull my hand from my face and realise I've made another mistake - a cool breeze on a damp spot on my face tells me I need to wash up again. Back into the bathroom I go... I leave the bathroom, and as I do there's a third train, sitting with it's doors open. Without even thinking I charge at the open doors, half expecting to bounce off them as I reach it. As I reach the train however, eyes shut and firmly expecting to bounce onto the floor, I fly through it's two open doors. I wasn't prepared for this - I trip over as my legs can't keep up and I land nose-first onto the other side, spilling my keys out my jacket pocket. I moan and pull myself to my feet, again slapping down my skirt. I'm too busy grasping for my keys with one hand and wiping at my ass with the other to realise all the carriage is giggling. I stand up and turn around, my back to the doors I've just kissed, and try to pull a straight face. Then I stop trying, wince and rub my nose. As I pull my fingers from my face and realise I've given myself a nose bleed, I decide I've had enough. I'm going home. I take a step forward. The alarm sounds and the doors slide shut, with me on the inside of them. The wrong side of them. An urge to cry rises in my, but I quash it down and wipe my nose with the tissues I'd taken from the bathroom, hoping that I won't be giving myself some horrific illness. I hold it in place and slump down on a chair, between a man who's fallen asleep, and an old woman who seems to be watching me. I look at myself in the reflection. My hair's thrown about, and my nose is a bit red. I brush my hair to one side. I've got blonde hair, a little wavy but it mostly sits flat and hangs somewhere between my jaw and my shoulders. Though right now it also hangs onto my lip, my nose, and my eyelashes. I've got green eyes, and a number of freckles over my face, neck, and breasts. Not that you can see my breasts under my shirt of course. My shirt - my work shirt - is a white polo with the company logo on the right breast. A plain logo - a wide red and white striped shield with red text reading Washington's. It's an American style diner. My skirt - not part of the uniform - is slate coloured, mid/lower thigh length skirt with brass buttons to one side. Under the skirt, white underwear, and further down is a matching pair of white knee-high socks and white tennis shoes. My jacket, also not uniform, is a blue Letterman style jacket that used to be my brothers. What is the uniform is in my bag - a set of tan slacks. I can put them on in the changing room. Or anywhere really, I could just put them on under my skirt. Not here of course, there's a man to my left and an old woman to my right. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I turn my head to the right - the old woman is looking at me with a look of concern for my bloodied nose, red face, and stinging hand. Well, she can't see that my hand is stinging, but she seems to sense it. "Hm? I'm, Uh, fine" I lie to her. The red streak that's about to flow over my lip says otherwise. She reaches into her handbag and pulls out some tissues without even looking inside the bag. "Here you are, love" She says to me, pushing the tissues into my face. As much as I appreciate the sentiment, my immediate response is to pull my head back. She notices and pushes the tissues into my hands. "Sorry, err, miss" I say to her, taking the tissues to my face. "And thank you for the tissues" "Not a problem" She says to me, smiling. "I'm always glad to help" "T-thanks" I repeat. She smiles and nods. Maybe things are looking up for me now. Wrong. I reach my station. It's only four stops down, but that's exactly enough time for the train to go from 'a bit busy' too 'absolutely packed'. I can't move. Luckily I'm sat down, so I'm not being squeezed between some sweaty bloke and a heavy-breathing pervert. No - today they're just standing directly in front of me, bashing their bags into my face and my legs. As the train begins to slow down, I rise to my feet, pushing the two men a little to the side (and receiving some harsh looks from them). I try to step forward. Of course no-one moves or even seems to notice. They ignore my pleas of "'scuse me" or my pressing into their shoulders for the most part. Eventually though, I reach the door. Just in time to hear the buzzer and watch the doors closing inches from my head. I try to put my arm through the gap but I'm too slow - instead I get my fingers squeezed back inside. I wince and grab my hand with the other, and glare at the doors as the train lurches forward again and my station disappears behind me The train reaches the stop ahead of mine, and as the doors open a movement of people throws me out and onto the floor. Again. Still, as I lift myself off my face I can appreciate no longer being on that damned tin can. I breath in fresh air for the first time in two minutes and try to avoid the thought that I'm going to have to force myself into another one to get back. I pull my phone out my pocket to check the time, and my luck being what it is I manage to toss it into the bin next to me. I look at the bin. My phone's just landed in there. From here I can see a banana skin hanging over the edge of the bin. I dread to look inside... I look inside. A grim sight looks back at me. My phone is sitting in a plastic jar of half eaten pasta salad. I wince again as I reach inside and pull my phone out, dripping tomato sauce. Another grim sight greets me as I see the clock telling me it's already six-thirty. I have walked through the door to Washington's exactly half an hour ago. Jerry - my boss - Is not going to be pleased. He's always had it in for me. Still - better late than never, I guess. I walk to the other end of the platform and wait for the train. As I hear the train pull in it dawns on me that I need the toilet. I take a glance down the line and see the train drawing near - it's too late for a break now, and the train after this won't be coming for a good fifteen minutes. Still - at least this one's empty. Each carriage seems to only have half the chairs taken up - except for the one that goes still in front of me. I smile and step in, before I realise why it's empty. A puddle sits in the middle. It spans the carriage side to side, and it reeks. Someone's been travel sick. And now no-one is stupid enough to sit here. I recoil for a moment, and go to leave the carriage. I don't even make a full turn before the buzzer's sounded and the doors slid shut, and the train lurches forward. I've not had the time to brace for movement, and I fall straight to the floor, my face inches away from the mess on the floor. Without even thinking I'm pushing myself back and trying not to retch, checking my reflection to see if I've come out clean. Luckily for me - I have. Well, so far as I can tell. I push myself into the far wall of the carriage and try not to breath through my nose until the train reaches the station. The train reaches the station - Liberty garden, and I manage to step onto the platform with tripping over, or hurting myself, or having a stroke. First achievement of the day. I decide to jog to work from there - up the station's stairs, through the corridors, and into the ticket gate. Yes - into. I swipe my card over the reader as I'm walking, and then walk straight into the gates that refuse to open. I'm caught by the doors just under my ribs, winding my a little. I groan and step back a couple times as the doors open and close. I think I must have growled audible, because the skinny teenage door guard turns around and sees me. "Y-you okay miss?" he squeaks. "Yeah, f-fine" I wheeze, clutching my chest. "Can you let me through? Please?" He looks to either side, then steps forward. "H-here, come on through" he squeaks, pressing his own card onto the reader. The doors don't respond. The doors next to me do though, and I glare at him. He notices and is too stunned to respond. Neither of us move for a moment, until the doors swing shut again. I raise and eyebrow and he taps his card down again. The same doors open. Again, neither of us move until they close again. I take two slow steps the side, and he taps his card again. I step through, and the gates close behind me. "Thanks." I say to the kid, who's clearly embarrassed about the whole thing. If I hadn't had such a bad morning I might find it funny. But right now I'm angry, I've been bleeding, I've got a dirty phone, and I need to pee really bad. I walk briskly from the station. Having left the station and reached the street, I'm greeted by a thin rain and some stronger winds, blowing my hair about. I clutch my jacket shut and push myself forward. I arrive at work at about six forty-five. Fourty five minutes later than I'm meant to. Jerry greets me with a glare and raised arms. If looks could kill... "Sarah? What the f- what on earth are you doing?" He half-shouts. "What time do you call this?" "S-sorry, Mr Ford" I say to him, exasperate. I sigh - which makes him frown harder. "I just - I've had a rough morning" I say, raising my hands and showing him my grazed palms. "I missed two trains-" "Two trains, Sarah? Two?" "Y-yeah - b-but it wasn't my fault!" "Who's fault was it, Sarah? Sure as shit wasn't mine!" I don't know what to say, so I just look at him, trying to resist the urge to burst out crying. I don't know if he notices and feels sorry for me, or if he just gives up on shouting at me, but he stops yelling. "Right. You - behind the counter, now. You're on tills today" "S-should I get changed?" "Oh for - YES. Yes you should get changed, there's a uniform for a reason!" I try to avoid eye contact as I make my way to the changing rooms. I head inside and shut the door. I drop my bag to the floor and pull out the slacks, then pull them on. I undo the buttons on my skirt and let it fall to the floor by my feet. I shove it unceremoniously into the bag, hang my bag and coat on the hangers, and head back into the shop front right as the clock hits Seven. Jerry casts an icy look at me from the front till, catching me before I can even move toward the toilet. I daren't head to the loos without saying anything first. "H-hey, Mr Ford, mind if I -" "Mind if you what? Take up more time? Sarah - it's seven in the morning. Morning Rush - you know what that is, right? You've only been here for three years" He spits out the words like some kind of machine gun. "If you even consider asking to do anything except overtime, I'm going to be putting you on tomorrow's special lunch menu" "Err, nothing" I say, My bladder doesn't agree. I have to go, really badly, and I genuinely fear what Jerry might do more than I fear wetting myself right now. I take my place at the till. There are about six tills in total lining the bar. It's a thirties-American-diner style shop, with a checkered floor and red leather seats against the walls with a table between two. My colleagues don't say a word until I take my place behind the till, waiting for the morning rush to begin any moment now. We never used to get such rushes in the morning, but then one day about a year ago, Jerry's wife bought two coffee machines and a coffee filter - so now we do coffee's too. We've got our own personalised paper cups and everything, with a blue shield with a white star on the sides. It makes a lot of money of course - everyone wants a coffee in the morning - but it also makes a lot of work, and they've had to hire a barista and train another. That other one is me. Usually I'd be getting ready to use it, but my machine's been broken for about a week. Just as well really, the sight of espresso pouring into a cup would not help my bladder right now. I lean against the counter and wrap one leg around the other in an attempt to hold it easier while also looking casual. My bad luck seems to carry on through the day. I manage to screw up at least one out of every five orders, to the point that one customer calls me a moron and leaves without paying. I'm too busy hopping foot to foot behind the counter to give my full attention, and each screw up gets me more flustered, and then I make more mistakes, and - it's a vicious cycle. It's not until I accidentally through a double espresso and a panini onto a customer's newly polished shoes that I get called away. The porcelain shatters in slow motion - the coffee flies up, the panini falls apart and the business man flinches as a dark brown coffee stains his suit pants, his shoes and his socks. Jerry thunders over to me while the poor man stands stunned and trying to realise what's going on. Jerry grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind the counter, letting my colleague Chrissie take over from me. "Sarah? What are you playing at, Dammit!" "I'm sorry - I-I-I" "Don't be sorry, Sarah, don't make any more mistakes, got me? I run a diner here, not a circus" "Y-yes Mr Ford" "No. More. Mistakes. Got it?" "Y-yes" He looks at me like he doesn't trust me. I shift foot to foot as my bladder becomes the one thing on my mind. "Get on coffee's Sarah" He says to me after a moment of silence. "And try not to throw them around, alright?" "Y-yes Jer- Yes Mr Ford!" Jerry thunders away, swearing under his breath. I stand still watching until he's gone through the doors to the kitchen, before I bend over double as my bladder reminds me that it needs emptying - badly. I turn around to see the state of the shop. It's packed. I can't take a loo break now - not when I'm on the only coffee machine. Jerry might actually kill me, which is something I'd rather avoid. I take the barista's white apron and put it over my head, and hit the espresso button on the machine, getting one ready. The coffee's aren't too hard to make. An Americano is an espresso topped up with water, and everything else is an espresso topped with steamed milk and foam. No, not hard to make - what is hard is taking about five coffee orders at a time, every minute or so. Especially when each new coffee getting poured pushes you a step closer to pouring something warm down your legs. There's not too much more to say about the busy period here. At the till they call for coffee, and at the machines I make the coffees. I also squirm and wriggle and moan - but that isn't part of the job. At least when I'm making coffee at a rate of knots I'm slightly distracted from my bladder getting fuller and fuller until it starts to feel hard. The customers like to mix things up by asking for a tea or a hot chocolate occasionally (who has a hot chocolate in the morning? Honestly!) Some customers go even further, asking for things that we don't have and then complaining. Still, here at the machine, I don't mind too much because the customers aren't complaining to me, and I'm not spilling anything on them. No, back here I'm just spilling it on the floor while avoiding spilling inside my pants. By the time it reaches ten my bladder is too full to think straight. I'm making coffees in order and hoping that the customers aren't asking for too much. I don't think I'm doing anything wrong until Jerry grabs me by the shoulder again "Sarah!" He shouts. "Soya tea - where is it?" "What?" "You're joking, right? I've had this gentleman asking for a soya tea for about fifteen minutes now!" Shit. "I-I, err, sorry! I-I'll get right to i-hnnnn!" "....what?" I wince hard and grab myself with both hands, knocking over an empty paper cup. "What are you - MAKE THE TEA" I nod and turn back to the machine. I jam an empty cup under the water spout and hold down the lever. I chuck in a tea bag with one hand and watch intensely as water pours into the cup. The splashes thunder into the cup as it fills up, and I can feel my bladder getting ready to blow any moment now. I watch as more water pours in and in, mesmerised by the flow. More water splashes in, until brown water is flooding over the top of the cup and into the water tray below, splattering and splashing. My own bladder is fit to burst, egged on by the streaming water from in front of me. I can almost feel myself go when Jerry grabs me again "SARAH!" He shouts - way louder than I think he'd meant to. The shop goes silent, save the jazzy music playing in the background. He grabs my arms and holds them up, leaving the water overflowing the cup behind me. "Sarah - what the hell are you doing?" "I-I-I" "Don't give me stuttering dammit, give me that tea!" "But I have to-" "Have to what?" I look at Jerry - he's fuming. The customers and my colleagues are all watching me, waiting for my response. The water is splashing into the cup behind me, flicking water around. My nose aches, my hand still stings, and my bladder is rock solid. I look down at my feet - I can actually see a bulge where my bladder is. I look back to Jerry, then the customers, then the staff, then over at the spilling cup. It's splashing, and pouring, and flooding, and I... I lose control. It's all too much for me today - I'm late, I'm hurt, I'm overwhelmed, and now I'm getting wet. My bladder gives up trying to hold everything in and before I can tell what's happening there's a hot burst around my crotch as my overfilled bladder spills out. The jazz and the splashing are quickly joined by murmurs, gasps, and more splashing, as an entire days worth of gold pee flows out of me, I whimper as Jerry stares me in my eyes, which I feel tear up. Meanwhile, I can sense a growing flow of pee down my thighs and shins, with the streams wrapping around my legs and flowing around my knees and ankles. My pants, my socks, my underwear and my shoes all soak in the pee rapidly as it jets out of me. A dark black stain floods down my legs over the brown fabric of my work pants, making my accident more than obvious. Some chuckles behind me, some gasps, and more muttering tells me that everyone is looking. I blush powerfully and clamp my eyes shut as I try to wake up from a horrible dream. O f course I don't - what happens is my socks and shoes get stained a pale yellow, and a hot puddle begins to grow beneath me. Jerry lets go of my hands and I fall to my knees, resting my body on my heels, letting my bladder empty itself after being forced to hold everything in for so long. Talking and ordering carries on again as the spectacle of a grown girl of twenty-three pissing herself loses its appeal, but my bladder doesn't seem to realise as it continues squeezing itself empty. As the last squirts shoot down my thighs, I start to whimper as it all really starts to get to me. I open my eyes, and through the tears I can just about make out Jerry. Or, more accurately, Jerry's crotch. I look up to see his face, and he's looking straight at me. "S-sorry Jerry" I stutter, drips still falling from beneath me. He doesn't look like he knows what to do. He sort of looks at me, tight lipped and a bit guilty. "Get up Sarah" He says to me, giving me his hands. I climb back up to my feet, the still-warm fabric sticking to my thighs. I stagger once or twice as my body isn't quite prepared to be stood up so soon after loosing all control. I nearly slip in the fresh puddle, but Jerry catches me. "That's Mr Ford to you" He reminds me, but he doesn't seem too insulted. I figure he knows that in my state my mind isn't on being polite, it's on my still warm clothes, my soaked legs, and my fantastically empty bladder. I sigh hard as the relief begins to set in. He turns to one of my colleagues, a woman about my age - Martha. "Martha, take her to the staff room will you?" Jerry says. "Get her changed into her skirt, I'll clean up here and then deal with her" "Sure - come on Sarah" She says, offering me her hand. I nod, flicking a tear off me, and take her hand. She leads me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff don't seem too pleased to have me dripping my way through to the staff room, but they haven't really got a choice. "Are you alright Sarah?" Martha asks me. I manage to nod, sniffing. "That looks pretty embarrassing" She says to me, as if I don't know. I nod. "Still need to go?" She asks. At first the seems like a dumb question, but then my bladder tinges. I don't know if I just didn't let it all out or if my bladder was pushed too far, but I still need to pee. I nod at her sheepishly. "Come on you then" She says, leading me by the hand and out the back door. The door leads into an alley behind the store where we keep the bins, and the smokers have a their breaks. The cold air blowing in my face really exaggerates how warm my face is from blushing, and how cold my legs have gotten. She takes one of my hands. "Go on then - finish off" She says, smiling in what I assume is an attempt to be comforting "W-what?" I ask. "Pee? Here?" "Why not, you're over a drain!" "People would see! I'm not going to expose myself in an alley way!" "No, silly! Go in your pants!" She says it like it's obvious, but to me the obvious thing to do would be to pee before I left the house and missed three trains and wet myself at work. She smiles warmly at me again like it's meant to help, but it's not so easy to feel like she's got all her marbles when she's trying to make me wet myself again! "You gonna go or not?" She asks me, looking like she's getting bored. "I, err, I guess - couldn't I just use the-" "Sarah. It's fine. Don't you think it feels kinda nice anyway?" "Martha! Eww!" "Would you feel better if I went too?" "I guess - don't piss yourself Martha!" I laugh. She smiles - I guess she's just trying to be nice. "Alright then" I say. "Here goes". I take in a deep breath, hold it in, then release. A subtle hiss, followed by a familiar sensation of heat shooting around my crotch hits me. Relief begins to flood over me again, and I must moan because I catch Martha giggling at me. Deciding that it'd be best to get this over with, I squeeze on my bladder, resulting in a harsh hiss as pee shoots down me and runs through my pants, splashing on the floor between my feet. The cold patches quickly warm up again as fresh pee is absorbed by the fabric, before it flows out and lands on the floor, draining quickly away into the drain and leaving black streaks behind it. I close my eyes and just let my bladder do its thing. Pee runs over my thighs and shins again, taking the same still wet path it had before, occasionally making new paths down me, including one that runs down the very front of my shin and making me shiver. My shoes squelch as I wriggle my toes inside, as pee floods into them. My socks are going to be stained a pale yellow top to bottom, and my shoes appear to be like that too. I feel my face relax into a blissful smile as I empty my bladder completely, warming myself up in the process. "Better?" Martha asks, leaning to one side. I blush and nod, still letting pee trickle out of me. It takes a short moment to stop, and I can feel Martha watching every single drip run down my legs. When I open my eyes, she appears to be blushing too. I'm not surprised - I'd be embarrassed if someone deliberately wet themselves in front of me! "B-better!" "I kinda need to go now too" Martha says to me. "I told you it feels good!" "Martha-a!" I laugh. "Might do it myself now anyway" "Martha! Don't wet yourself, okay!" I laugh, taking her by the shoulders. She smirks back at me. "Alright Sarah, you've convinced me. Another time then?" I chuckle at the idea of someone planning to wet themselves sometime. Martha smirks back at me. "Come on you, let's get you changed" We head back into the office, after I've flicked my legs a couple times to stop them dripping. That's not the end, by any means. You need to know why my skirt is wet, and why my sock is missing. Well - I'll tell you. Next time. Right now it's midnight, and I've got work in the morning. Here's hoping the day goes better than today right? I mean, how much worse can a day be than pissing yourself TWICE in front of your boss? Whoops - spoilers! Don't worry, I won't tell you any of the important details, like whether or not Jerry still employs me, that's what you're really here for, right? What's that? That's not what you're here for? See you next time!
  4. View File She Can't Hang Up - Paid This is the paid version of She Can't Hang Up. The free version is available here. Both versions are exactly the same. Proponents of video piracy make the argument that piracy is actually good for producers. That upon seeing the quality of a producer's material, people will want to pay to support the content that they like. Piracy, it is argued, gives producers more exposure resulting in more people paying. So, this is an experiment- If the hypothesis is correct, more people should buy this video than another one that is not also available for free. Unable to get off the phone, Sosha has a humiliating pee accident, completely soaking her tight jeans, in this adorable video. We all have that one friend. You know the one, who’s life is non-stop drama, who always needs to be the center of attention, but who is so emotionally fragile that you dare not say or do anything to upset them, for fear of throwing them into a major emotional crisis. For Sosha and Alisha, that friend is Susan, who’s poorly timed phone call ends up causing Sosha to pee in her pants in this video. With her bladder already achingly full, Sosha speeds to the bathroom. She is almost there when the phone rings. Afraid that it might be an important call, she decides to answer, figuring she can hold on just a bit longer. The caller, however, turns out to be Susan, who is having yet another crisis. Susan is obviously in an extremely fragile state, so despite being unbearably desperate to pee, Sosha must be calm and careful not to say anything upsetting. Luckily, Sosha has a potential exit strategy. Alisha is also home, and could possible take over the phone call, allowing her to run to the bathroom. Alisha walks by several times, and Sosha frantically tries to get her attention, but Alisha seems oblivious to Sosha’s situation. As a result it becomes increasingly difficult for Sosha to maintain control of her bladder. Despite crossing her legs and tightly clutching her crotch, Sosha is eventually unable to hold back the impending flood. Still on the phone, listening to Susan’s latest tragedy, Sosha pees in her pants. Warm rivers of urine cascade down her legs to the floor as she stands in shock, soaking herself, while still trying to pretend she is paying attention to Susan on the phone. Only after she has completely peed in her pants does Alisha pass by and notice that she just had a major accident. Angry that Alisha didn’t save her early, Sosha thrusts the receiver at Alisha, forcing her to take over the conversation, as she storms off to clean up her accident. Submitter TVGuy Submitted 11/19/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans  
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  6. Reader warning: This chapter contains a young Claire dealing with budding lust and struggling to repress those naughty feelings. While future chapters may contain similar content, Clair will be older in them. Clair was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Had she gone too far with mom? She knew she had been meaning to mom and that made her feel bad, but she hated wearing diapers. She hated all babyish things. She would be a teenager soon, what was mom thinking, diapers in the car? She was not Emily, who had more accidents than anyone could count. OK, that was mean. Emily had accidents, a lot, but she was about the sweetest little sister you could ask for, and pretty too. Many of her friends had sisters Emily’s age, but most were intolerable to be around and the ones that were OK, being sweet was about all they had going for them. Emily really was a great little sister. Then Claire’s mind snaps back to the diaper thing. God what if she did have an accident. Three weeks in diapers. She would be like Sarah. Mom changing her, eww. And what about Brad? That cute guy she had met last summer at the marina. He said his family had just gotten a house that summer. She did not see him until the last day of last year. But she was hoping to run into him early this summer, so they could hang out some. If she was in diapers that would be out of the question. What would he say if he found out? Then the answer was clear! She had already won! Tonight, when they’d gotten home she had reminded mom that the van was down to a ¼ tank. The van could do just over 3 hours on a tank of gas, but on a ¼ tank, she only had to wait about an hour in her diaper. Smile crept across her face. She had won. No more diapers ever! As Claire drifted off to sleep, she thought back to her last struggle with diapers. She never understood why Emily still let mom diaper her for bed. By nine Claire was so embarrassed by the nightly diaper ritual, she had demanded Goodnites and insisted on changing herself before bed. But once Claire had turned 10 this was not a solution anymore. She did not want to wet the bed like a baby. She had been in big girl panties for years. --------------- Claire had talked to mom and convinced her to let Claire wear cotton training panties at night, with a waterproof sheet on the bed. Her theory was that since the Goodnites kept her feeling warm and dry during the night, she would never wake up to pee. Mom agreed. The first few nights were a disaster. While the training panties were absorbent, they held very little compared to a diaper. A few times, Claire woke up midway through peeing the bed and these were the worst nights. Claire would wake to the sensation of a warm puddle spreading around her bottom and thighs, and of course the sensation of peeing. More upsetting still, even if Claire was awake, her bladder was not. All she could do was slow down the flow and piddle herself like a baby. She would lay in bed, crying as she pissed herself. After about five nights, mom had come to her before bed. “Honey, I really appreciate how hard you are trying to not wet the bed, but things do not seem to be improving. Every night we wake up hearing our oldest daughter crying and it breaks our hearts.” Claire was distraught, but she knew mom was right. Mom continued, “Also, remaking your bed at 3:00 AM every night is really taking its toll on your father and me.” Then an idea popped in Claire’s head. “3:00 AM? Always at 3:00 AM?” “Um, yes. Your father has even started calling it his 3:00 AM wakeup call.” “So never before 2:45?” “Yes, why?” “OK mom, let me try one more night. But tonight I will set the alarm to 2:45.” “Well why not one or two and make sure you’re able to make it”. Claire may have agreed, except mom implied that she could not make it if she waited until 2:45. She did not wet her panties when she was awake, well not that anyone noticed. However, she knew this argument would hold little water with mom. “Well if I wake up and pee at 2:45 I should be able to make it until morning. But, if I wake up at one I may just wet the bed later.” While it was hard to admit she may wet again later in the night, it was better than agreeing she might pee herself while she was awake. “OK, get ready for bed and I will come tuck you in. Be sure to wear training panties just in case.” Claire got ready for bed. She changed into a short cami. When she opened her underwear drawer, her big girl panties caught her eye. If she had not agreed to wear training panties, she would have worn a pair of big girl panties to bed tonight. As she pulled her training panties up her legs she cringed when the padded crotch pressed into her mound. Well, one last night she thought. She called her mom as she got into bed, that familiar bulk between her legs reminded her, even at 10, she was not a big girl. Mom helped her set her alarm to 2:45 AM and kissed are good night. When Claire’s alarm went off, her first instinct was to grab her crotch. It was dry! Then she slipped her hand into her training panties, which made her blush. Mom had told her girls did not touch down there, unless it was to clean up. As her hand slid down the front of her training panties, her middle finger inadvertently slid between her lips. Her hand felt warm, but her middle finger almost felt hot. Her training panties were completely dry! Then it happened. With her hand still in her training panties, she felt her bladder spasm. She immediately pressed against her pee hole and she felt her muscles down their contract. She fought off the first spasm, but she was not sure what to do. She had one hand in her training panties and the other trying to disabled the alarm. Once the alarm was off, she tried to move. She did not want to remove her hand for fear of peeing right in the bed. Suddenly another spasm hit her. She fought it with all her strength, but as the spasm subsided, she felt a little dribble escape past her finger and trickled down her cleft. She shuddered with disgust. Here she was, fully awake, in her bed, piddling into training panties, her training panties. She had to get out of bed, no matter what. With her finger firmly pressed against her pee hole, she threw the covers back. It was a cool night and the thin short cami did little to keep the chill off her body. As soon as she felt the chill, her bladder spasmed hard. A spurt of pee shot around her finger and into her training panties, followed by a constant dribble. Knowing her training panties would not hold much, Claire decided to make a mad dash to the potty. As soon as she jumped out of bed her bladder sent spurt after spurt of hot piss into her training panties. She made it out of her bedroom before the training panties started leaking onto the floor. Claire ran to the bathroom and hopped on the potty. She did not even try to pull her training panties down. As soon as her bottom hit the cool toilet seat her spurts turned into a constant stream, flooding past her finger. The flood rapidly filled her training panties. So when Claire removed her hand, it was soaked in urine. Claire began to cry. This was to be her big night, no more diapers forever. Here she sat on the toilet in her sodden training panties, hand covered in piss. While her bladder has finished emptying, her overflowing training panties still were releasing a steady stream of urine into the toilet. Mom woke up to the sound of her oldest order crying for the sixth night in a row. But as she headed down the hall to Claire’s room, something caught her eye. The hall night light illuminated droplets of liquid going from Claire’s room to the bathroom and the sound of crying was coming from the bathroom. On her way to the bathroom, she looked in Claire’s room and noticed no droplets there. As she rushed down the hall, she saw Claire sitting on the toilet in her soaked training panties, crying her eyes out. Claire had one hand keeping the hem of her cami from getting wet and the other hand outstretched away from herself. “Claire, what happened?” mom asked. She wanted to comfort Claire, but knew from past experience Claire had a line that separated help and comfort from being babied and babying her may just upset her more. “I… I woke up. An… And I was dry. But started… I… I started to pee.” Claire sobbed. “I tried to get out of bed but… I… The cold air… Ran down the hall… Tried to stop peeing… Hand in the naughty place… Flooded training panties when sat on the toilet… I… Hand… Covered in pee.” Mom gather what had happened. Claire woke up and her plan worked, but she had an accident when getting out of bed. She knew this may have upset Claire even more, as she would consider this having an accident. Over Claire’s soft sobs, mom heard another sound. There was a dripping noise coming from the toilet. Was Claire still trying desperately holding on and slowly leaking? “Claire, what is dripping? Do you still need to pee?” Claire realized mom must think she was still having an accident. She started sobbing loudly. All mom understood was, “no… Flooded… Training panties… Soaked… Stuck on toilet… Dripping.” Then Claire began crying uncontrollably. She lowered her head and covered her face with one arm, the other arm still outstretched away from her. Mom ran some warm water and wet a hand towel. She washed Claire’s outstretched hand, assuming that she must have peed on it while holding herself. Claire sobbing seem to subside. After Claire’s hand was clean, mom asked, “Honey, do you want to stand up?” “I can’t… Might get pee on the floor.” Claire’s mom tried not to laugh. Maybe Claire did not know that she had left a trail from her room to the bathroom and there was already a puddle in front of the toilet. Mom decided it was better not to mention the trail. “It’s OK, we can clean it up, but we need to get you cleaned up.” Claire looked up at her mom, blushed and nodded. Claire held the hem of her cami as mom helped her off the toilet. As Claire stood up, a stream of pee ran down the inside of each leg. She cringed at the feeling, but let her mom help her up. “Claire, do you want to take your panties off or can I help you?” Claire just looked at her mom, then the ground and begin blushing furiously still holding the hem of her cami. Knowing Claire was too embarrassed to ask for help, mom knelt down in front of Claire and slowly lowered her sodden training panties down her slender pee streaked legs. Claire shuddered as the cool air brushed up against her warm wet crotch. Thankfully, she thought, at least she was empty and the cool air did not make her pee again. “Left foot… now right foot,” said mom, helping Claire step out of her training panties. As Claire silently followed mom’s instructions, Claire’s mind was in whir. Here she was, 10 years old, standing half naked in front of her mom, while her mom helped her change out of a pair of training panties that she had soaked while she was awake. She did not want to look like a baby, but all she wanted to do was put this night behind her and go back to bed. So for the first time in years, Claire let her mom take care of her. “Honey, do you want to take a bath or shower?” Mom was surprised when Claire just shook her head. So mom asked, “Do you want me to clean you up?” Claire blush furiously and gave an almost imperceivable nod. Mom rinsed out the washcloth and got it nice and warm. She was happy that Claire was letting her help, but this was so unusual for Claire that mom was worried. As Claire stood there in the middle of the bathroom, legs slightly spread, she watch mom rinse out the rag. The cool sticky feel of pee drying on her mound, and the occasional whiff of urine, reminded her why she hated not being able to control such a basic part of her life. She did well in school, had lots of friends, none of whom know about “this”, and her parents considered her very responsible. Why couldn’t she control her bladder? She could manage during the day. She always went to the bathroom between class breaks and after lunch, she always made sure to note where the nearest bathroom was when she was out, and she always went pee before she left the house. Mom, walking back over to her with the washcloth, broke her train of thought. She watched as mom knelt down in front of her. When mom asked her to spread her legs she felt her face grow hot with a blush. Claire complied and bend her knees slightly to make her mom’s job easier. As she bent her knees, she felt her lips, till now stuck together with her dried pee peal open, exposing her even more and as her nethers grew a little cooler, her face grew a lot hotter. Then the warm washcloth warmed her crotch. While the feel of the warm washcloth was similar to her freshly wet training panty and she felt very babyish for letting her mom clean her, anything was better than the feel of cool, sticky urine between her legs. In fact this warm wetness felt good. As she relaxed and mom continued to clean her, she began to feel a funny tingle between her legs, especially when mom would clean near her pee hole. At first the feeling relaxed Claire, but then, was she supposed to feel this? Mom had said this was a naughty place, so a good feeling from a naughty place must be bad. Claire tried not to think about the feeling and fixed her eyes on the far wall. Claire’s rigid stare did not relax until she felt mom clean her legs. “OK, all clean, let’s get you back to bed.” Claire finally lowered her cami and let mom lead her back to bed. On the way back, Claire noticed they were walking to one side of the hall. When Claire looked down she saw the trail of droplets leading to her room. She hid her face against her mom in shame, until she got back to her room. When they were back in Claire’s room, mom sat her on the edge of her bed and went to get a pair of her panties. “Claire…um, what too you want to…put on?” Clair did not know how to respond. She felt like a little girl that could not make it to the potty. Maybe she needed diapers. Could she even make it till morning without an accident? Mom thought about a pull up, but as Claire never wet after this time of night and sense she wanted to boost Claire’s self-esteem, she chose a pair of pink big girl panties with a penguin on the front. Claire looked in surprise. Mom was going to let her where big girl panties to bed? She had even thought to ask for a pull up, since she felt like such a baby. “Um mom, but I had an accident.” “Yes, but you did not wet the bed.” Until now Claire had not noticed that the trail of droplets stopped, or rather started, at the door to her room and her bed was dry. She had done it, sort of, she did not wet the bed and mom was letting her where big girl panties to bed for the first time! Claire still was upset about her accident and she was not free of bed wetting like she had planned, but maybe she was getting there. Mom notice Claire’s normal cheerful and confident demeanor return a little. When she came over to Claire with big girl panties she asked Claire, “Can I help you?” Claire smiled and nodded. She let her mom slipped her panties over her feet and then stood up so her mom could slide them up her legs and onto her hips. It felt a little weird to let someone put panties on her. Even after wetting the bed, she always cleaned and changed herself. As the thin material cradled her soft lips Clair felt a bit better. Mom had finally put her in big girl panties to go to bed. As Claire laid down and her mom tucked her in, she said, “Thanks mom. I know I get mad when you help me sometimes, but I just want to be more like an adult and I hate feeling like a baby.” “Sweetie, it’s OK. Your father and I think you are a very responsible young lady,” mom said a she tucked Claire in and kissed her on the forehead. Mom left and turned out the light. As Claire turned on her side, between her legs felt funny. She had never slept without any padding between her legs. She slid her hand over her tummy to feel her panties. They were the same as what she wore during the day, but somehow they felt different now that she had them on at night. As she felt her big girl panties on her crotch that funny tingle started to come back. She blushed and took her hand from between her legs. She tried to focus her thoughts on how great it felt to not have padding between her legs while she sleep. The thought reassured her, it was a disastrous night, but she did not wet the bed for the first time ever and she was going to sleep in big girl panties. As she drifted off to sleep she felt the funny tingle was still there. When Claire woke up at her usual and responsible 7:00 AM, the first thing she noticed was she fell like she was not dressed. The familiar warm bulk was not between her legs. Then she remember mom let her where big girl panties to bed after her…after last night’s unpleasantness. The next thing she was aware of was her bladder singing warning signs. And yes she did make a dash to the bathroom, and she did have one hand buried in her crotch, and if the bathroom had been locked she would have completely flooded her big girl panties. When she got to the toilet she snatched down her her big girl panties and sat. She immediately began to pee. While she hated the fact that she had little bladder control when she actually sat on the toilet, this was just one unpleasantness of life she did her best to ignore. As she relaxed on the toilet, letting her bladder void, all she could do was stair at the crotch of her light blue big girl panties. They were dry, she kept them dry! Then she blushed in the horrible realization that at 10 years old she should be so proud of her panties being dry. But she finally knew how to stop wetting the bed. It was going to be a lot of work, but she knew how. The next night she put on a fresh pair of training panties and made sure her alarm was set. She did not wear her light cami as usual, she wore a big sweatshirt that came down below the waist of her training panties. She knew that she needed to get out of bed and to the bathroom as quickly as possible. She would not even turn off the alarm. It was the cold and her not immediately rushing to the bathroom that got her last night and tonight when she got up, she would stay nice and warm and not dawdle. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. When her alarm when off, the first thing she was aware of was the fullness in her bladder, the next was the first spasm as her bladder also awoke. All she needed to do now was hurry to the potty. She threw back her covers and felt the cool air rush up her legs, her bladder gave another light spasm, but she clenched hard and did not leak. Then she jumped out of bed….”Trampoline, always pee before you get on the trampoline” was her only thought as her body to the shock of hitting the floor. As impact of the floor drove her distended bladder down she could feel her bladder being to leak. As hard as Claire squeezed her legs together and grabbed her crotch the little trickle of pee would not stop. Then her bladder, feeling relief, contracted again, sending a little spurt into her training panties. Claire’s lips not only felt warm but we’re getting damp as the training panty reached its limit. Claire knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could, with one hand clasped against the crotch of her training panties. The whole way down the hall she felt spurts and dribbles coming out from between her lips. By the time she was about halfway down the hall, her fingers started to get wet, and by the time she got to the toilet, her training panties were soaked. Pee was trickling down her fingers and little runner had started down her right leg. Like the night before, she sat on the toilet and her bladder immediately flooded her training panties. While she was again helplessly wetting herself like a little baby, her eyes noticed something on the sink. There was a pair of big girl panties, a washcloth, and a note from mom. She could not read the note from where she sat, but the thought offered a brief distraction from her current situation. As she sat on the toilet, her crotch wrapped in warm piss soaked cotton and the runner of pee cooling on her leg, she noted that the pee drops tonight did not start until she was most of the way down the hall. Now this only meant her training panties were working until then, but is was measurable progress. She thought about what to do next. Her trainers were too wet to put in the laundry, she would have to wring them out and rinse them, but they were still dripping into the toilet. And her alarm was still ringing! She cringed as she grabbed the crotch of her training panties and quickly squeezed piss out of them. . When she did the sodden training panties gushed urine into the toilet, as she had planned. However, some of the pee was forced back into her vagina. Claire shuddered and she felt the still warm pee spurt back up into her. Claire thought with disgust, “Well, I finally found something grosser than wetting myself. It was gross to feel a diaper fill with hot piss and cover her mound when she wet herself, but it was absolutely disgusting to feel warm piss force it way back up between her lips and start to fill her down there, then fell the piss flow back out when she relaxed the grip on her crotch.” When Claire relaxed her grip on the crotch of her training panties, it stopped dripping. Claire use some toilet paper to wipe off urine droplets that sprayed onto her thighs and exposed butt. Then she got up and went to the sink. When she got there she took off the yellowed, wet, rapidly cooling training panties and place them in the sink. Once her trainers were in the sink, her mound and butt were beginning to feel sticky, cold, and even grosser. She padded them dry with toilet paper and ran down the hall to finally turn off her alarm. As she then returned to the bathroom she noted how odd is was to wear no panties, her sweatshirt did not go much below her waist so as she walked the air blew between her legs. If anyone were up she would feel very exposed, but now she just wanted to clean up and get back to bed. First she cleaned up the floor with toilet paper then she began running warm water into the sink. That is when she finally read the note from her mom. “I know that you like to feel independent, so I took the liberty of laying you out some of your panties so you can change. Going to leave the washcloth here just in case my big girl needs it. – love mom. PS. If anything is wet just leave it in the sink.” She turned on the water and got it nice and warm. After rinsing her trainers and wringing them out the best she could she put them in the laundry hamper. No need to make any more work for mom. She wet the hand towel and begin to clean herself. She cleaned her thighs and butt. Each time the towel approached her crotch she began to get a tingling sensation, similar to when her mom was cleaning her last night. As she began to clean her crotch, the warm rag moved across her mound she decided she would clean it well inside too. She rinsed the rag out and pressed it against her lips. As the warm wash cloth pressed into her she closed her eyes slightly and she rubbed the hand towel up and down her mound. Then her middle finger began to slide the warm damp rag into her slit. As she cleaned herself the tingling got stronger, she felt naughty but she really wanted to be clean. The tingles continued to grow until her knees started to feel weak and her free hand was gripping the edge of the sink for support. She needed to stop, but it felt so good. If she could just stop moving her hand, then she became aware that it was not just her hand that was betraying her, her hips were rocking too. She was being a really bad girl and knew it, but she could not stop. As she kept rubbing her slit the washcloth seem to get warmer and damper, her hips began to rock faster, and her mind became fuzzy. She became only aware of that wonderful feeling growing from between her legs as she continued to grind herself against the towel. “Honey, are you OK?” Claire spun around hand towel still firmly pressed between her legs. Had mom seen her, oh God how would she have looked? Her butt, sticking out from under the hem of her sweatshirt, rocking up and down. But mom was not yet in the hall. She tossed the towel in the sink. “I…I am OK mom, just have to clean up a little. I did better tonight, but did not quite make it,” Claire responded, noting her voice sounded a little odd. As her mom came into the hall she said, “OK, I just heard the water running for a while so I thought I would make sure you did not need any help.” “No just finishing up,” as she wrung out the hand towel, tossed it in the hamper, washed her hands, and turned off the water. As she walked back to her room she fell both embarrassed and silly. Her mom was still in the hall and she knew her sweatshirt was not hiding anything, but her mom had cleaned her up down there just the night before. “Night sweetheart,” mom told her as she hugged her by the shoulder and kissed the side of her head. “Night mom.” , slipped on a fresh pair of panties and got in bed. As she drifted off to sleep she formed her plan for the following night. Don’t jump out of bed. The heat and tingles between Claire’s legs were fading but we’re still very noticeable as Claire returned to her room. Claire stopped at her dresser and slipped on her big girl panties. As Claire’s panties pressed up against her mound the warmth and tingling stop fading. As she walked back to her bed, she noticed that even the little her panties moved as she walked seem to wake up the tingles. As she get in bed, she had to fight the urge to let her hand slide down between her legs. “This must be why mom told me it was so naughty, once I started I can barely keep my hands out of my crotch,” Claire thought. She placed her hands under her pillow and decided never to touch herself like that again. As she drifted off to sleep she formed her plan for the following night. Don’t jump out of bed. The next night went about the same way. She woke up to her alarm, her bladder greeted her with a sharp pang. She gently slipped out of bed, when her bare feet pressed on the cold floor a shiver went up her legs and stopped right in her crotch, causing her to start to dribble. “Not again tonight,” she thought as she doubled over with effort and stemmed the flow. She did not bother to check the damage and quickly made her way to the toilet. About two thirds of the way there her bladder began to get excited and shot a short little spurt into her training panties, she clenched hard and managed to all but stop peeing. As she took the last few steps she was aware that a small trickle of urine was still flowing from between her lips, but she was at the toilet. Claire spun around and slid her trainers down as she sat. Immediately she was aware of two things, the cold air against her wet mound and her total loss of control as torrent of piss erupted from between her folds and sprayed into the toilet. Thankfully she was over the toilet, she had perfected this move years ago when she was younger and had more close calls. As she sat and enjoyed sweet relief, she examined the crotch of the trainers. Yes, they were more than damp, soaked, maybe, but not leaking and as she examined the floor, she noted not one drop. After she finished peeing she dropped her sodden training panties into the sink, turned on the water, and walked back to her room to turn off the alarm. When she got back to the bathroom she found a note and two items tonight. “Thought you could use both of these tonight. Love mom.” Under the note was a fresh pair of panties and a hand towel. She blushed bright red at both walking around without panties last night and … what she had done with the hand towel last night. While her mind was mortified at the latter she felt a warm tingle from between her legs. She tried to ignore it as she wet the towel and tersely wiped herself clean. She dried herself with toilet paper and slipped on the fresh pair of panties. She then rinse and wrung out her trainers and washed her hands before returning to bed. As she walked down the hall she searched proudly for pee droplets and found none. She climbed into bed and thought, “socks, I will wear socks tomorrow night.” She was comforted by this though, but unsettled by another. Between her legs was still warm and tingly. First her hand was playing with the hem of her sweatshirt, then waist of her panties. It was not until her fingertips were slipping into her panties she realized what she was doing. She wanted to touch down there and the more she thought about it the more warm and tingly she got. She was being a naughty girl. Mom had said not to touch herself. She then reached up and grabbed her pillow with both hands and gripped it tightly. She just needed to sleep and the naughty feeling would go away. She drifted off to sleep as the tingles subsided. The next night as Clair slipped on her training panties and remembered her socks. Her mom had also gotten her another alarm that only went off for a minute so she did not have to worry about turning it off. That night Claire went to bed knowing she would not wet the bed. It was just a question of how damp her training panties would be when she got to the toilet. When her alarm went off, Claire fought off the first bladder spasm with success, she slipped out of bed and made her way down the hall. She was out the door and partway down the hall before her bladder spasmed. She crossed her legs and doubled over, trying to fight to maintain control. As she was frozen and bent over she felt herself piddle just a little before the spasm subsided. She had leaked a little bit but she had stopped it. As she hurried the rest of the way to the toilet, she felt a few more little spurts escape. Once she got to the toilet she again clenched hard, determined not to pee when the cool air slipped between her legs. As she slipped her training panties down and begin to sit the cool air brushing passed her damp vagina was too much and she begin to leak. Claire knew a little stream was dribbling out from between her folds but she did the best she could to hold on, until her pee hit the water in the toilet bowl. The sound was too much and she lost all control just before her bottom made contact with the toilet seat. As Claire waited for her bladder to finish voiding and relinquish control. She examined the damage to her training panties. The crotch was yellow and damp, but she had not leaked again tonight. While it was way more than what her big girl panties could adsorb, she figured with a little more practice she would be ready to try a whole night in big girl panties. When she was done peeing, she wiped herself off with toilet paper, took off her training panties, and walked to the sink. She placed her training panties in the hamper. Again her mom had left her a hand towel and a fresh pair of big girl panties. She washed her hands and slipped on the clean panties. When she glanced at the washcloth that was beside the sink she smiled, she would leave it folded up for mom to find the morning. Then she blushed when she remember what she had done with the washcloth two nights before and her crotch got warm and tingly. She blushed hotter, quickly looked away, and went back to bed. She had made sure to leave the hand towel just as her mom left it, so her mom would know she did not need it. Claire cleaned herself off with toilet paper, tossed her trainers in the hamper, and went to the sink. Over the next week, Claire made progress. Her trainers were never dry once she made it to the toilet some nights only a dribble escaped before she got them down. The worst accident she had that week was one night her thumb missed the waist of her training panties and she let out a long spurt before she could get them down. The last few nights she managed to get to the toilet with only a few dribbles. The she decided, damp big girl panties were better than mostly dry trainers. The next night she put on a pair of thin white cotton panties. The material was so thin that all but the crotch was see through. She also wore one of her usual sweatshirts, but tonight’s was a little short, only coming to her waist. “A little bold she thought, but no little girl would dare where these to bed,” she thought whit a grin. As she lay done she blushed with the thought that these panties were almost like wearing nothing down there to bed compared to what she had always worn before. When her alarm when off she threw back her covers with zeal, excited about her imminent victory. Then two things happened in rapid succession. First, her bladder gave its wakeup spasm. Then, while she was struggling to keep control a cool breeze rushed up her legs and right through her big girl panties. The thin cotton did little to keep her neither regions warm. As her lips rapidly cooled she begin losing her battle. First it was just a little trick bubbling from between her lips and running down her slit, but no matter how hard she clenched she could not stop it. The thin gusset of her panties grew warm and wet almost right away and a slow dribble began to run down her bottom and make an all too familiar pool. She grabbed her crotch with both hands, working her fingers deep into her soft folds, trying to stem the flow. She was able to stop long enough to get out of bed, but as soon as she was standing up she started leaking again. Then her bladder contracted again. This time, with her big girl panties already soaked with pee, the spurt streamed down her legs and sprayed through her gusset onto the floor. Claire rammed her hands deeper into her crotch and she sunk down on her knees. She struggled to regain control, but it was not meant to be. Every time she stopped leaking her bladder sent a fresh little spurt of pee through her panties. Each time a she regained control it felt like her hand was pulled up into her body. But then the next spasmed would push it out again. After what fell like several minutes of fighting little spurts of urine that simply cascaded over her hands and dripped onto the wood floor or ran down her legs, the spurts subsided. Not sure if she had stopped peeing or was sill slowly leaking, she ran down the hall as best she could with both hands crammed between her legs. About half way down the hall, she lost. She froze in the hall as pee just began to flow out over her hands and pool on the floor. It fell like all her muscles down there were still tight but the pee just kept coming out. Here she was, again wetting the floor like a little girl, no a baby, piss running down her legs and dripping from her knuckles. As her pool grew, she felt her socks grow warm and wet. When she could move again, she got to the toilet and just sat. It was the first time she could remember sitting on the toilet and tom immediately peeing. She sobbed quietly at her abject defeat. So much to clean up and such a total failure. Then her sadness turned to anger, with herself. How could she have overlooked the cold air again? Every night before her crotch had always been well padded and kept warm by the thick material, and sometimes a little warm pee. But whenever she pulled down her trainers the cool air almost always caused her to leak, at least a little. Then it dawned on her, pants! She had some warm pants that she could wear to bed tomorrow night. As she contemplated her next step in her conquest of her diapers, Claire slipped off her soaked and rapidly cooling, big girl panties, tossed them in the sink, and did the best she could to wipe up the sticky mess between her legs. Once she was no longer dripping wet down there, she when into the hall to get a towel. Dhr dried her bed as best she could. She wiped up the puddles on the floor, including her sock prints. Then she wrapped her panties in the towel and went back to the restroom. Her mom had left her a spare pair of panties with a note. “I know you probably will not need them, but just in case. -Love mom.” Claire close the door and start crying. She felt she let her mom down. She knew she had let herself down. She started running some warm water in the sink and looked for a washcloth, but when she saw the washcloth she blushed. The memory of what she had done two months before rush back to her and that warm tingly feeling returned as if her crotch longed for the washcloth. Claire turn off the sink and decided to take a shower. The warm water felt really good. As the water ran through Claire’s jet black hair and over her fair, thin body, she thought back over the last two months. She sat on the floor of the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, and began to cry. She had worked so hard to stop wetting the bed, but after two months here she was, bed wet, floor wet, and she may have ruined a pair of panties. About that time there was a soft knock on the door. Claire thought it was her mom so she sobbed, “Come in.” It was not her mom that came through the door, but her little sister Emily. Claire was surprised but not upset. She could see Emily was wearing a long pink princess t-shirt with a wet diaper drooping below the hemline. “What are you doing up?” Claire asked, her voice still breaking. “Oh, I heard the shower and wondered what was wrong. Emily’s room was right by the bathroom. Claire thought she must have woken her up. “Claire are you OK?” “I just had an accident and wet the bed. I thought I’d finally stopped.” Claire tried not to act upset. Although it was a little easier to tell a girl in full diaper that she wet the bed than tell her mom. “Um… Well I could wash your hair and back if it would make you feel better.” Claire was always very private about her body and normally did not let anyone see her naked. But to have someone wash her back and hair did sound very relaxing. Claire agreed and what happened next shocked her. Emily took off her nightshirt and diaper, put her diaper in the trash can, and hopped in the shower with Claire. For a moment Claire smelled a whiff of urine, but once Emily rinsed off it was gone. As Emily shampooed Claire’s long black hair, they talked. “Claire why is it so important to stop wetting the bed? You can just wear a diaper like me.” Claire did not want to offend Emily, who’s always kind to her, but the thought of anyone wearing a diaper, beside a baby, was gross. So she said, “Um, well I don’t really like wearing a diaper and I guess it’s kind of a controlled thing. I don’t want to need a diaper every night and I want to be able to take care of myself.” “Well… but don’t you like it when mom takes care if you. I… Kind of like it when mom diapers me at night.” “I think we’re just different. While I love mom and appreciate how she takes care of us, I just get a better feeling when I take care of myself.” “I guess that sounds more adult, but I kinda like…” Emily trailed off with a blush. “Oh never mind, you can rinse hair out now.” After Claire rinsed her hair, Emily washed her back and then played in the water while Claire finished washing herself. “Emily I’m done, you want me to wash your hair?” “No, but… Can you… um… Dry me off and diaper me?” This was one of the few times that Claire ever saw Emily blush. “Um, sure let me just grab a towel,” Claire blushed a little herself at the request, especially at the thought of diapering her little sister. Claire open the door to the shower and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels hanging on the wall. She wrapped it around her sister shoulders, then grabbed one for herself and wrapped it around her own shoulders. She first dried Emily’s hair, which did not take very long as Emily’s hair was only shoulder length. She then dried Emily’s body and arms and blushed as she got down on her knees. She then dried Emily’s legs and then made to stand up. Emily saw that her big sister was about to get up and said, “Um Claire, I’m still wet down there, mommy normally dryers me off between my legs too.” Claire felt her face turn red with a hot blush, “Ah, OK. Can you spread your legs a little bit then?” As Emily spread her legs to let Claire finished drying her off, Claire tried to not think about what she was doing. Claire first reach around and dried off Emily’s bottom and then put the towel over one hand and gently patted off between her little sisters legs. Finally she dry off the inside of Emily’s legs. Claire looked up and asked, “All dry?” With a big grin Emily answered, “All dry, thank you.” “OK let me dry off and then I’ll, er… Get you ready for bed.” “OK” Claire stood up and wrapped the towel around Emily shoulders again. Then, Claire quickly dried off, getting embarrassed again at being naked in front of her little sister. Claire begin to blush when she’d wipe off between her legs and her blush depend when she noticed Emily was watching her. She decided not to say anything, she didn’t want to embarrass Emily who’d been so sweet to her tonight. After Claire finish drying off, she wrapped her towel around her hair to keep it from dripping on the floor. Claire stepped out of the shower and then turned around and helped her sister out. She went over and picked up her big girl panties and slipped them on. Again she noticed Emily watching her. Blushing with embarrassment she finally asked, “Are you watching me?” Emily’s eyes fell to the ground and her face went crimson, “Um…ah…yea. I know I shouldn’t but you are so pretty Claire.” Claire tried to keep her composure. She had already had a long night and Emily had helped her feel much better. Maybe it was ok? Emily certainly did not think anything of being naked in front of her. Claire finished dressing by pulling on her sweatshirt. Emily was still standing in front of Claire with her towel draped over her shoulders. “Um…Emily do you want to where your nightshirt to bed?” “Yep,” Emily replied, tossed her towel in the hamper, and raised her arms, expecting Claire to dress her. Claire was surprised how unabashed Emily was, just standing naked in front of her, waiting to be dressed. Claire helped Emily on with her nightshirt. Emily may not think much of being nude, but Claire felt better that Emily was not naked anymore. A few times since they were in the shower Claire had noticed that Emily seemed a little fidgety, so she asked, “Emily do you need to go potty?” “Um…no I am fine. I must have wet just before waking up.” “OK, let’s go get you ready for bed,” Claire tried to stay in a cheery voice. While she had been uncomfortable with most of what happened tonight, she feared diapering her little sister may be the most embarrassing part of the night. As they made the short walk to Emily’s room, Emily walked very close to Claire, put her arm around her big sister’s waist, and laid her head against Claire’s shoulder. When they got to Emily’s bed, Emily said, “Thank you Claire” “It’s OK, this is the least I can do for my sweet little sister, who tries so hard to cheer me up.” Claire kissed Emily on the forehead. “Emily, um where are the…supplies?” “Oh, the diapers are on the bottom shelf of cabinet there, and the baby powder is on the shelf above,” Emily responded, pointing to the cabinet by her armoire, across the room. Claire had already started over to the cabinet, but stopped in her tracks when she heard Emily tell her about the baby powder. She was surprised, at 8 Emily still got powdered. Claire was wondering if Emily really wanted to be a baby. She decided not to say anything and went and got the supplies. When she turned around, Emily had already laid out her changing mat and was lying across the bed, nightshirt already pulled well above her waist. Claire walked back to Emily’s bed, “Um, what do I do Emily?” “Well first you need to open the diaper and put the big end under my bottom, then sprinkle the baby powder in the crotch of the diaper and between my legs. Finally just rub the baby powder around on my peach and tape me up,” Emily explained, as if this were as mundane as making a PB&J sandwich. Claire just stared at her sister, red faced and completely baffled. Did her sister have no humility whatsoever? “Earth to Claire. Did you zone out? I am getting a little cold down there.” “Oh, sorry. Ok Emily can you lift up your bottom, so I can put the diaper under you?” Emily lifted and spread her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed. Then she lifted her bottom off of the changing pad. As Claire slid the diaper under Emily’s bottom she could not help but look between Emily’s legs. In a moment she saw more of her sister than she had ever seen of herself. Emily’s lips were spread wide, due to her position on the bed. Claire tried to look away, but something caught her eye. Claire could see Emily’s pee hole, and from it a little dribble of urine was leaking out. As Claire positioned the diaper under Emily, she stared, fixated at the trickle of urine and it leaked down her sisters pink folds. Claire lost her view when Emily lowered her bottom onto the diaper and her lips closed. “Hey Claire, are you falling asleep?” Claire looked up red faced from her little sister’s crotch, to see Emily staring at her. Claire was mortified. Had Emily noticed her staring at her peach? Did Emily know she had leaked? “It’s OK if you want to look, but I am kinda tired now.” “Oh, no, um.. Sorry I must have dozed off. Um, powder that’s right,” Claire stammered. She did not think Emily would buy that, but it was something to say. She sprinkled power in Emily’s diaper and on her crotch. She then gently rubbed the powder over Emily’s mound, hopping Emily would not piddle on her hand or the pee already under Emily’s lips would not seep out. She glanced up at Emily, who was now happily sucking her thumb and staring at the ceiling. Claire finished rubbing in the baby powder and hand stayed dry. She taped Emily up and patted her on the thigh. “Ok all done. Was I as good as mom?” Emily looked at Claire, took her thumb out of her mouth, and said, “A little slow on the start, but my diaper feels just as snug as when mom does it.” Emily gave Claire a big smile and said, “Thank you Claire.” “No problem” “Um, Claire, can you say with me tonight?” Claire was feeling very weirded out by the night and just wanted to sleep. But, she had also enjoyed the support Emily had given her. “Claire. It’s OK you have already done enough tonight. Mom will help you change your sheets in the morning. Just sleep here.” Emily had a point. Emily may have no bladder control while she slept, but she was the one with a dry bed. “Ok, let me go wash my hands.” Claire went to wash her hands and saw Emily getting off the bed. When Claire got to the bathroom she peed again, just in case. It would look really bad if she wet her little sister’s bed. Then she washed her hands. When Claire got back, Emily had put the changing mat away and was in the bed. Emily had slid to the far side of the bed to give Claire room. Claire turned off the light and got into bed. Once Claire got into bed, Emily snuggled up to her. Claire hugged her little sister close. As Emily was snuggling up, Claire’s knee slid up against the crotch of Emily’s diaper, it was warm and felt like Emily had already wet it. She wondered if Emily had leaked before, during her diaper change, because her bladder was almost full, but she did not know she had to pee until the diaper was already on. “Emily, do you need a change?” “Um, no, I am fine, thanks. I love you Claire, good night.” “I love you too Emily, goodnight.” That was the last night Claire wet the bed and there were no more trails of pee down the hall. She had learned what to look out for and how to make it to the toilet without any bad accidents. That is not to say there were not a few night each month that Claire’s panties were not damp by the time she got to the toilet. Claire just told herself, “that’s life.” ---------------------- Thinking back to when she was 10 and concord her bed wetting made her feel proud of herself, but it also reawoke those tingles in her crotch. What was that? And the more she thought about them the stronger it got. It was like her mind had gotten stuck in a loop, she kept trying not to think about what she was feeling down there but the more she did the stronger the tingling got, and it felt so warm. She noticed that here nipples had also hardened and felt a little tingly. Finally, she gave in. She would not touch herself down there, but mom never said not to touch her breast. She began rolling her nipple with her left hand, it felt so good. But as good as it felt it only made between her legs tingle more. Before she knew it her free hand was tracing its way over her tummy and down the front of the panties. It was not until her fingers touched the soft scant hair just above her mound that she relied what she was doing. She stopped her hand from going any lower but she continued to massage her breast. Then her hips rocked forward, sliding her pussy up towards her fingers. Her middle finger slipped between her soft folds and her clit pushed against her fingertip. Claire let out a long guttural moan which was abruptly cut off at her own surprise. At first it did not register that she had made the noise. She instinctively snatched her hand out of her panties and away from her breast. It was only after she had her hands at her sides that she realized that she had made that noise. “Never again, I won’t do that again. Touching my breast made me want to touch down there and touching down there is bad. So touching my breast must be bad too.” With that thought Clair drifted off to sleep.
  7. Reader warning: While this chapter gives the reader much insight about Emily, it also involves young children wetting, which will not be typical in this story. Reader note: This chapter is Emily's flashback which she was about to have just before falling asleep in chapter 2. It had been a year ago the first time mom had tried to potty train Sara. Sara had been about 3 1/2 and was doing very well. She had been training about a week with very few accidents. She also seemed to love the praise that mom was giving her. It dawned on Emily, after watching this for a few days that Sara would soon be potty trained and had not even noticed that once she was, there would be no more diaper changes with mom. Emily remembered when she was trained. Her own potty training had gone very slowly, with lots of accidents. However, in the end she did get to wear big girl panties. Well they were all cloth, but a little thicker than her big sister's. She still remembered the day when it dawned on her that their were no more diaper changes with mom during the day. She missed that time so much that she cried in her room for some time before her mom found her. She tried to explained to mommy what was wrong, but mommy assured her she did not need diapers during the day anymore and mommy was very proud of her. Emily did not care about being a big girl, she wanted her diapers and her changing time with mommy, but she was too embarrassed to say this. So she cried while mommy held her. After some time mommy's warm embrace began to comfort her and she calmed down. But then her time with mommy was cut short by her new big girl panties. After she had begun to relax she felt that it was not only her mommy’s hug that was making her warm. She had relaxed too much and had leaked into her big girl panties. She had not even realized she had to pee. She struggled to regain control and as she did her bladder fought her, sending a few more spurts of pee into her almost big girl panties. She grabbed her crotch, wiggled free of mommy, and ran to the bathroom. As she ran down the hall she she felt spurt after spurt escape into her panties. By the time she made it to the restroom pee was starting to run down her fingers. She used her free hand to lift her skirt and sat on the toilet. She did not get a chance to pull down her panties. As soon as she sat, pee began to stream out of her big girl panties. While she sat peeing without any control, she relaxed and remember how much better life was in diapers. The warmth as she peed, the time with mommy, and back then these would not have been accidents. Her big girl panties were so thick, when they were full like this, it almost felt like a diaper. She had finished peeing at some point, but had lost track of time as she daydreamed about a better time, which had only been a few months ago. Emily was happy until her mommy came in and said, " oh honey, you had another accident." It was not what mommy said, but the disappointment Emily heard in mommy’s voice. As she sat on the potty, getting cold and crying, mommy picked her up and took her to into her bedroom. Mommy laid out the changing pad that she normally used to change Emily for bed and laid her down. Emily immediately began sucking her thumb and was expecting to be changed into a diaper. However, after mommy removed Emily’s wet panties and wiped her dry, mommy put her back in big girl panties. Emily was very disappointed. She felt better when mommy lifted her up and held her. But she wanted to be back in diapers. As mommy held her mommy said, “Mommy loves her big girl. She is not unhappy when Emily has an accident. But Emily, please try to stay dry.” Emily loved her mommy and wanted to be a good girl and to make mommy happy, but she did not want to be a big girl. As Emily thought about the day when she realized what being a big girl meant, she decided that she would save her little sister, or at least give her the choice. Emily decided that if mommy knew about her plan she may be in big trouble. But, she did not want Sara to go through the same horror she did, trapped in cotton panties for the rest of her life. But how could she be sure Sara would not tell mommy? While Emily had been pondering this, she had been watching Sara play. She noticed Sara had started grabbing her crotch, a sure sign that she needed to pee. Then Emily’s plan formed. She would stop Sara on her way to the potty. Then it happened, Sara headed to her training potty. One hand still idly fidgeting at the crotch of her pull-up. Her big girl stars as mom called them, still visible. Emily acted. Emily stopped Sara about half way to the potty. As Emily knelt down, her bladder alerted her that she too needed to pee. “Sara, can you keep a secret?” “Need to potty,” Sara responded. “I know it’s really hard not to have an accident, but I have to tell you something.” “OK, but need to potty,” Sara replied, trying to look around Emily at her salvation, the pink training potty only a few feet away. “I know, but I need to tell you something really important.” “OK,” Sara said obviously needed the potty. She had started kneading the crotch of her pull-up and doing a little peepee dance. “But you have to promise not to tell mommy.” “Um…” eyes fixed on the potty. “If you promise, I will let you go potty right after I tell you,” Emily persisted. Then an idea struck her. She was already kneeling in front of Sara, so to comfort her Emily reached out her hand and pressed her fingers into Sara’s crotch, trying to connect with her and help her last a little longer. Sara, who had been fixed on making it to the potty felt her need ease a bit as her big sister’s fingers pressed her pull-up into her crotch. Instead of looking a the the potty, she looked into her sister’s eyes. “Sara, do you promises to keep what I tell you a secret?” Sara nodded. “Tell me you promise.” “I promise. Please, let me potty,” Emily knew Sara would have an accident soon and did not want to disappoint mommy. Also Sara my tell mommy Emily kept her from the toilet. “OK, but do you miss mommy changing your diapers?” “Un hun,” Sara replied, putting her thumb in her mouth as her only source of comfort. Emily’s probing fingers were helping, but her need was returning. “Now you know mommy hates liars. So if you tell her she will hate you, “Emily threatened to be sure Sara would not tell. “I promised Sara whined,” around her thumb, she did not know why her sister was doing this. “Do you want to wear big girl panties?” Sara nodded vigorously, still sucking her thumb. She had bent her knees a little so that Emily’s fingers were pressing a little harder against her pee hole. “Well you know, once you start wearing big girl panties, you will never have diaper change time with mommy again.” Sara stopped sucking her thumb. She had started dancing more in place, she really needed to pee, but no more diaper changes with mommy, why? Emily knew she had gotten through to Sara. Emily started to lower her middle finger away from Sara’s crotch which until now had been deftly pressed against Sara’s pee hole, helping Sara focus on the conversation and not the potty. Emily had turned her hand into a cup, so Sara could not press down to help relive the pressure from her bladder, nor grab her crotch. Sara tried to grab her crotch like before, but her sister’s hand was in the way. She began vigorously sucking her thumb and dancing in place. As Emily felt Sara’s hand desperately fidgeting against her own, desperately trying to keep from having and accident. Emily caught her eye. “Sara, hear is the secret. As long as you keep having accidents and don’t get put in big girl panties, you will have diaper time with mommy.” Sara’s peepee dance slowed, as did her thumb sucking. She did not want to lose diaper change time with mommy, but she wanted to be a big girl. Emily noticed that Sara was on the verge of tears. “Its OK. Just keep having lots of accidents and everything will stay the same. Mommy will still love you and you can still have diaper change time with her.” Sara was still trying to squat on Emily’s hand to relive her aching bladder. Emily knew her little sister would wet soon and kept lowering her cupped hand so Sara could not get any relief. "It's OK Sara, just relax and go tinkle. We will know it was not really an accident. Big sis will know you are a big girl. But if you don't mommy will take your diapers away." Sara felt a warmth growing in her pull-up. She knew she was having an accident. Her eyes darted between her sister’s face and the potty. She wanted to be a big girl, but no more diapers? No more mommy changing her?” As Sara’s conflicting thoughts spun away from her, so did her control. Soon, Sara was only aware of piddling in her pull-up as her control slipped away and that wonderful warm feeling she had missed the last few days. She hoped mommy would change her before it cooled. Emily felt a warmth in the palm of her hand almost as soon as Sara started to piddle in her pull-up. Soon she saw Sara’s pull-up become yellow and the stars above her hand began to fade. Sara’s eyes had a distant stare and she had stopped sucking her thumb. During her dialog with her little sister. Emily’s free hand had found its way between her legs to relive some of the pressure on her own bladder. While, Emily did not think her own need to too bad, Sara’s accident seemed to trigger something in Emily. As Emily’s palm became warm from Sara’s accident, she felt a funny tingle in her own crotch. As her fingers worked to relive the pressure from her bladder, she began to feel her crotch grow warm and more tingly. Oh no, was she having another accident? That was not what it felt like, it was a good tingle. As Emily’s palm grew warmer from Sara’s accident, her fingers worked feverishly on her own crotch. But the more she rubber herself, the more the tingles grew. As Emily’s mind wandered between her sisters wetting and the new feeling between her legs, she had forgotten she needed to pee. Then it happened Emily leaked. She felt her slit grow suddenly damp. It had not been enough to dampen her fingers, but she would soon have an accident. This seemed to break her trance. Emily was kneeling on the floor, one hand cupping he little sisters sodden crotch, her other hand up her own skirt, trying to prevent her own accident. The first thing she heard was, “Emily, you need to pee too?” “Uh, yea. Go find mommy and get changed. Big sis will go potty,” Emily replied as she removed her hand from her little sister’s crotch and tightened her grip on her own. Sara went to get changed. Emily carefully stood up, feeling a little more pee leak, this time dampening the gusset of her panties. As the made her way to the bathroom she cursed her choice in panties this morning. She had worn real panties today. Mom kept both real panties and some extra thick ones in Emily’s drawer. Mom encouraged her to wear real panties around the house or when Emily would be near a potty all day. As she got into the bathroom, another spurt of pee escaped. Her panties had reached their limit and a few drops flowed down her knuckles and dripped onto the tile floor. Emily had two ways to pee when she was desperate. First was her “patented” snatch and squat, where she would snatch down her panties as she sat on the toilet. While this worked fine with two hands, in her current situation, this was out of the question. Her other method was reserved for times when one hand was already in her crotch and normally a little wet. This method was to just move the gusset of her panties out of the way as she sat. It still required timing. If she sat too soon she would flood her panties. If she pulled her panties aside too early she would pee on the seat or even the floor as she sat. Either way she always seemed to pee on her hand with this method, but that was of little concern now. She made sure her skirt was clear with one hand and as she sat on the toilet, she slid her gusset aside. As soon as the cool air reached her pee dampened lips a tingle ran from her crotch up her spine and she lost all control. While a few drops ran down her legs as she sat, most of her pee went into the toilet, although some splashed off her knuckles first. As Emily relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of her bladder voiding she hopped Sara was enjoying her change. Then she checked the color of the panties, blue. Well at least mom would not have to know about this accident. Ever since she had a choice in panty color, she refused to wear white. She had told her mom they were too plain, but the truth was, you cannot hide an accident in white panties. Once she had finished peeing, she slide her panties down to her knees and dried the crotch and her legs with toilet paper. Then she dried her mound, as she did she noticed the tingly sensation was still there. She absently wondered what it could be. As she got off the toilet, she pulled her cold damp panties up. She hated this sensation. Wet diapers may cool but they were never as bad as cold wet cotton in you crotch. Emily really missed diapers. As Emily began to drift off to sleep, she felt happy. While she may be stuck in big girl panties, well most of the time, she has saved her little sister. Sara had avoided big girl panties until now.
  8. Hands Free Orgasm 'Wetting'

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    So these are a strange thing I stumbled across a while back. They are not exactly wetting videos, though I would classify them as such. These are 'hands free orgasm' videos, where a woman in panties (or naked so ****NUDITY WARNING *****), orgasms without touching herself. This usually involves peeing, leaking, oozing or squirting depending on the video. I'm sure there are more of these out there, let me know if you like them. ***Nudity *** Enjoy, Rach

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  9. girl talks about why she peed herself in the car, wetness shown at 4.15 I have my doubts if she really peed herself in such an expensive car with white leather seats. At least she asserted it and there is some wetness around her butt (I really hate such loose clothing).
  10. female Nice youtube car wetting

    Hi all, I stumbled across this youtube of a girl having a real laughing accident in the car. It's on her own blog, so there shouldn't be an ethical problem sharing this. Watch from 9:00 on or earlier if you want to see the rest of them going shopping. Enjoy I PEED MY PANTS!-pU1WSFkmlOo.mp4
  11. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  12. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  13. I have a very intense fantasy in which I desperately pee myself in a very populated area like a mall. I have never had public accident before, I have tried diapers in movie theaters but that isn't very satisfying because my favorite part of wetting is the warm pee spilling down my legs and soaking whatever I am wearing. I have been toying with the idea of taking a long drive somewhere I know I won't see anyone I know or have any reason to return and just let loose. Anyone have any experience with this or have any tips?
  14. Hi everyone! It's been a long long time since I've written one of these, I ceased for a decent amount of time due to some rather unwelcome very creepy attention I ended up getting. But I'm still here, and I've been drinking a little and I thought hey why not, I'll get back into the swing of things. Some of my experiences are among the highest rated on the site so I'm actually sort of worried I might've lost my touch..Hopefully not. I pride myself on my writing. Anyway, to the story!~ So as some of you might not know, I enjoy taking pictures quite a bit. I live in a very woodsy area of Canada, and nature here is so great, whether it be ice on the trees in the winter, various wildlife in the summer, the sun coming through the trees, there's always a shot to grab, and semi-recently, around the time the snow finally got around to leaving like a month ago, I was looking for just that shot. Of course, this story being on the site its on, you might guess I end up in a sort of predicament. If you've read my stuff on here you know its not uncommon for me, I almost do it subconsciously. Some times more consciously than others. Ahem. Anywho. Obligatory description paragraph. I'm a young woman, I actually just hit 21 years of age! I'm not very big, I'm like 5'5-5'7 and around 110 pounds last I checked. Pale enough to blind people I'm told but I think that's moreso emphasized by the fact my hair is long and very black, so its like a contrast thing I guess? On this day I was weariiiing I THINK a white Deadpool shirt, light blue snugly fitting jeans with one of my cuter belts (with a nice shiny buckle!) a red bra and panties set, and one of my leather jackets (I have 3). The shirt is the only bit I'm unsure on but I know for a fact it was white. White sneakers too, if that matters, and black socks. So like I was saying, I was out trying to grab a picture, one I had been waiting for the end of the season for. There's a wind turbine or two around here, you know the kind, the big pretty power windmills. One is in a lot out in the forest, and I wanted to get some up close shots of it from below, to the sides, from the trees, in different lighting and whatnot. Basically a photo op just for the windmill, and liable to take course over a couple of hours if I wanted to grab shots in certain lighting's I wanted. Of course I was okay with this, while most days I don't leave my house, let alone my room, this day was an out-day, and I was excited for it. Of course this windmill was technically on like government property or private property or SOMETHING but given the plot of land was quite literally a big empty space in the middle of the woods I didn't really expect it to be guarded; I had cased the place multiple times, and it never was. I woke up that morning, and did morning things. Got up, used the bathroom, took a shower, blah blah boring stuff. Watched some Netflix while I drank my morning tea to wake myself up (psyched for OITNB season 4 in a few days!!) and put together my outfit I described above while I drank another cup of tea (I love tea, these 2 in particular were a cup of earl grey, and a cup of english breakfast) before packing up a water bottle, my camera, etc. in a small satchel and setting off. It wasn't somewhere I was driving to, moreso walking across this very small woodsy town. After an hour of trekking I was nearly at my destination, well the path leading there anyway, but first I wanted to pick up my planned breakfast. Nearby there was a small food stand, you know the kind, the little wagons. I got myself a large fries and a coke. Don't assume I eat healthy, because most days I don't, especially during my off time like I have now. I sat down at a bench to consume those, bought another small coke for the road, and continued on. Of course I'm not an idiot, I realized my odd thirst that morning would lead to situations later on, but I was like man I'm going to be in the middle of the woods, the world is my oyster and my bathroom if I need it to be, I'll deal with it when it becomes an issue. Plot twist: It became an issue! Shock! The stretch of road I ended up on is mostly empty; very few houses, and cars passing through is rare. It is on the side of this road though, that a path lies. It leads through the woods, and intermingles with multiple ATV tracks, walking trails, etc. One of these trails passes by a gate. Not like a big fenced gate, rather the kind that's like 2 or 3 bars obviously meant to bar vehicles and things; a normal person could easily hop it or walk around it. I wasn't taking the trails, for I did not want people to see where I was going. Luckily for me, I know these woods like the back of my hand, and the quickest path to any destination is a straight line. So I walk through the woods and arrive at this gate in a manner much quicker than taking the stupid paths. Of course I begin to feel the caffeine in my body filtering liquid rather rapidly, but it wasn't a problem and I ignored it. I glanced at the gate and read the sign that said something about trespassing but I couldn't tell you what it actually said, because in reality I read all of two words before vaulting over it. Shh don't tell on me. Continuing down this horrible forbidden path lead me to a completely unguarded clearing with my subject of the day. I looked up at the windmill and just kind of took it in for a bit before getting to work. I laid down at the base of it, my head against it before taking some shots straight up, some angled shots from the sides, just about every which-way you can imagine. I'd stop to take breaks and let nature progress (in multiple ways) and gnaw on things I had brought with me, like a granola bar or two, along with my water and some extra tea in a thermos (CHAI THIS TIME!) and as the day went on and on I had even grabbed a shot from up in a tree as the sun had reached just behind the head of the windmill. I had memorized every bit of it and was very happy with the shots I was getting. Of course by this time I had consumed many a liquid, and had them in me for many, many hours. It got to the point where I reaaaally needed to pee, but being an Omo enthusiast I was like...nah, I'm under control, let's put it off just a bit more (I do this almost every time, and every time it ends up being a bad decision. I never learn). I laid down under a tree and enjoyed the feeling of needing to go, because you know why not, I was alone and whatnot. Issue is, I was so excited for this day that I had not gotten enough sleep the night before, and I ended up dozing off in that position for the better part of an hour or more. When I woke up the sky was orange, ripe with sunset. Obviously, the moment I woke up I realized I was bursting. Like, I was on the verge. The precipice of explosion. The pipes were about to leak. Poseidon was about to wage war on the land. The kraken was to be released. I was about to piss my pants is what I'm trying to get at here. My legs were trembling and I immediately grabbed my thigh, digging my nails in and grinding my teeth a little, letting the wave settle. I stood up and was unbuckling my belt when I got an idea for another photo experiment. If you're familiar with slow shutter speeds you might get what I was thinking here..Basically fast shutter speeds are used to take pictures of someone say, running, without a blur, at the cost of lack of good quality exposure. Meanwhile, slow shutter speeds get a better quality photo, but your subject must be still or it will blur and the like. Meanwhile if you want to get creative you can set the shutter speed really slow and try some fancy shit with the slow exposure, like say, those photos you see where someone sets the shutter speed to be as slow as possible and waves a flashlight around as the picture is being taken, basically creating a light-drawing. See what I mean? The idea here being, I was desperate. Very desperate. As a result, I was shaking and trembling, like a bad shiver. Anyone else would have been like "I NEED TO PEE RIGHT THIS SECOND", meanwhile I was here like, "You know, I'm shaking in just the perfect way so that if I focus the windmill in the center at an up-tilt angle with a slow shutter, I might be able to produce a sort of blurred after image effect picture or two.." And that's exactly what I did. Manipulating my shaky state, I got a few shots in and they ended up exactly how I thought they would. I got really into it and kept taking shots until I felt myself...lose a little. A spurt hit my panties and I froze like...shiiiit. I checked and my pants were dry, but I could feel the dampness of my underwear against me. I was thinking to myself that it was time to pee and head back home, and moved to do just that before, the worst possible thing ever happened. I heard a voice behind me. "Excuse me ma'am? What are you doing here?" I turned around and there was some sort of young man. I assume he was a wilderness ranger or something. Not a cop but he had a uniform of some sort. I didn't give a rats ass at the time, all that mattered is that I wasn't supposed to be here, and he looked like it was his job to know that I wasn't supposed to be here. Being quite literally about to wet myself, this is the last thing I wanted. I hobbled towards him, gave greetings. He gave the usual chatter, do you know this is a restricted area, what exactly are you doing, you're trespassing, etc. I pleaded ignorance, trying not to shake TOO bad. He asked if I was alright, I told him I was getting a chill from the breeze. I was waiting for a specific moment, one I knew that was coming (NOT THAT IVE BEEN IN THIS SORT OF SITUATION BEFORE. HEH..HEHE...) and prayed it would come soon, and it did. He gave a nod, and turned to the right, looking away from me to speak quietly into the walkie talkie on his shoulder. Like I totally hadn't done multiple times in the past, I dashed past him on the other side of him where he wasn't looking. By the time he noticed I was too far gone, because I can run like the wind. I ran down the trail, and attempted to vault over the gate again, completely forgetting that I was one bad movement away from wetting my pants. A bad move such as trying to hop a gate and bumping your lower abdomen into said gate in the process. Halfway over I felt it start to leave me, a faint psssh as I landed on the other side. I looked down to see the denim darkening. I shoved my hand into my crotch and gripped for dear life, managing to regain control after a moment, not without a sizable patch however. The wet feeling between my legs made it hard to not let go right then and there. I heard thudding footsteps coming in my direction, so I took the same way back where I knew he wouldn't think to follow me; straight through the woods, in the direction I knew would take me to the road. Running wasn't easy on my, and although I pleaded with my body, I leaked a few times on the way, each time feeling my thighs grow slightly warmer, and the wetness traveling further down inch by inch. I could feel the muscles wavering, feeling like they were giving out only to hastily close back up at the last second. I could finally yank my pants down and pee if I could just get away.. I eventually burst out of the trees onto the road. I didn't have any time. I looked back and forth. No cars. No houses. I just needed a place to pee...But at that point it was too late. The moment I felt it I shoved my hand back between my legs, into the damp fabric, but I couldn't stop it. I started losing control, a soft hissing sound accompanying the rapidly darkening denim. I remember clapping my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moans and squeaks, uttering something like "Oh fuck, oh god no". I locked my legs, crossing them and uncrossing them, gripping my crotch tighter, everything I thought I could do I did, but my hand just got wetter and wetter, going from bursts of pee to a full on firehose as my control was just completely lost. When the damn entirely broke even my hand couldn't stop the moan, the feeling of my muscle control just dropping and the back of my pants around my ass going from dry to sopping in an instant. I stopped trying to keep myself quiet, groaning pathetically as I used my other hand to try and assist in stopping the flow but I was at the point of no return, I could feel it running down my legs, a warm river very surely soaking me, the sound of me whining and liquid pitter pattering onto the pavement the only sounds present as I peed in my pants in the middle of the empty street. I fell to my knees and let go, opting to just grip both my upper thighs as I rode it out, the back of my pants now absolutely drenched as a puddle grew underneath me. I tried another futile effort to clench back up...My muscles wavered, and immediately dropped out again, causing me to lurch forward from the sensation, my lurching causing the wetness to begin crawling forward down the front of my pants as well, bursting forth from the crotch area . It was around then I realized I had completely peed myself and there was no coming back, the damage was done. Even my knees were heavy with dampness, a small river having grown around me, filling in the cracks in the yellow lines on the pavement. The stream became a trickle, and then it was over. I recomposed myself just in time to see headlights approaching off in the distance, and I heard an ATV coming up from the trail (likely that of the guard), so I ducked back into the woods again. I heard the ATV come out to the street, stay there for a few moments, and turn back around before heading down the trail again. I decided to take the most scenic of routes back, a tread through the forest all the way home. At one point I was almost in some persons back yard, but again, I know these woods like the back of my hand. I got back into my house, stealthy as a raccoon, and got changed, did my laundry, uploaded my pictures onto the computer, and watched more Netflix for the rest of the day. I am the master of escape tactics.~ I hope you enjoyed this! Its been awhile, so hopefully I'm not getting too rusty. That interactive story I'm writing has been keeping my writing game on its toes, but not quite in this manner exactly. Regardless feel free to give feedback of any sort, drop any comments, or even shoot a message if you want as long as you're not going to be super creepy about it :) I love chatting. If you're new to my writing, which is understandable as I haven't done so in awhile, I'll list all of my other experiences right here!: Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University As you can see, I'm no strangers to these predicaments. There's more I haven't written even, though like I stated at the start, I haven't been writing them for reasons already said. I might think about it, based on how well this is received.... Well, that's all for now. Take care, and have a great day!~
  15. Alyssa Reece is officially my favorite porn star. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5970e143c08d5 Warning: There's no full nudity, just panties in the last 2/3ish. However, PornHub.......
  16. Author's Note: This is a reboot of a piece of fanfiction I feel unable to continue in the form it currently exists in. Specific in-universe mechanics and overall setting have also been changed - Instead of using Aincrad and the SAO-verse, the story will take place in a setting of its' own - Though one that takes inspiration both from SAO and Log Horizon, as mentioned in the thread title. There may be references to canon characters from either series, and perhaps a rare cameo, but the focus will be wholly on the adventures of one girl and the people she comes across. Additionally, this story will feature some fairly dark content throughout, both due to behavior of player characters and the mechanics of the rather hardcore Era of Survival game itself - Anybody particularly averse to semi-realistic (Game-ified partially) injuries or combat, discussion and use of controlled substances, sexual harassment (and potentially worse, though mentioned and not shown) and other such dark/mature content would best avoid the story in general - I am writing this is a sort of exploration of what population of players would do if a game world became their own 'real' world, and the real world is full of scummy people and scary situations, and would feel that I am doing a disservice if I did not reflect this in-story. Finally, as a last note before the story begins proper: I am not particularly reliable at update frequency, though if people show enough interest (And even offer their own suggestions for the story, the plot is not set in stone!) I am likely to stay more focused on updating, else my mind tends to wander. Without further ado... Italics is protagonist's commentary, Normal text is the story she is telling proper. [Bracket text is dialogue not in English.] Era of Survival Chapter - One "It's finally the day." Those were the first words to cross my mind as I woke that morning. Era of Survival had finally released after an insane ad blitz that carpeted online and AR media. The second bunch of words were, "Oh fuck, maybe that rum and coke wasn't a good idea before bed." something followed up by a frustrated shove that pushed soaked sheets and a damp comforter off of me. Though I wanted to dress and head to the store, it seemed I was bound to do laundry and shower first, as per usual. Deciding to rebel in a manner more suited to somebody a few more years my younger, I put it off in favour of getting ready. I wouldn't have dared if Papa was home - I was and still am a weirdo, but even weirdoes generally don't parade around in soaked panties and a gray tee-shirt with a wet patch up some of the back. Half an hour later, rather than the far more likely hour and a half had I stuck around to clean up my bedding, I was ready. For what, you may ask? To sit my ass down on the couch, stretch out, and pull the VR helmet down over my head. To this day, I still laugh when people tell me they buy physical copies of games. After a brief initialization, the game splash-screen opened up, and I was treated to some suitably renaissance styled music as the VR proper began in a seamless transition to the game's character creation area. ---- Author's Note: This was a hard one to get off the ground, but I've decided to stick to a journal format to let Naja (Pronounced Naya/Na-ya) get her story across. With every chapter, I intend to expand the main story with additional tidbits, generally in the form of Naja explaining something that happened in the chapter if I can't make the explanation work with the pacing of a scene. For this first day of writing, I intend to post two chapters and two bonus commentaries, partially to make up for the reduced size of the first chapter (It's cut down from the original draft, but I can't think of much that would work and still let Naja tell her story organically. Of course, the short length is somewhat fitting given certain in-character reasons for her not to dwell on the pre-game events at present.) --- Commentary - One It is more than likely the reader is by this point feeling some level of amusement, disgust, or maybe something else - Yeah, I'm talking about the fact I wet my bed back then. See, there's pretty solid reasons that it happened. Part of it seems to be psychological, though I haven't exactly talked to a shrink about it since I was a kid. Some damage from some hard stuff in my past. Well, that's not the only part. See, I'm not the fittest, well fed girl in meat-space. This has rather irritatingly carried over in-game - You'll see more in the next part of my tale. Suffice to say that because my 'glorious' northern homeland suffered a teensy-tiny FINANCIAL COLLAPSE, some places were looking a bit more like a third world country than a developed nation by the end of it. Starvation and stunted development does damage to the body, and I'm lucky that I don't have serious liver issues or something as a result. What I do have is a fairly frail and petite frame, not much to the boobs or backside areas, and some weakened muscle groups. Important ones. Internal ones. Other stuff too, but nothing quite so... Relevant to what has happened to me since logging in. Yes, I have bad sphincter control, for those who didn't pick up on that. This, combined with certain, uh, 'Design Decisions' in EOS means that it will be far more frequently brought up than if I were trapped inside a game like, say... 'Miner-Builder 20th Anniversary VR Edition GOLD', or what have you. On the other hand, if you ganked me, killed me and are now reading this while I rot somewhere, HAH, you're reading about the life and times of some crazy bitch who soils herself regularly, and I hope it creeps you out real fuckin' hard. (The rest of this page is taken up by a comic of a girl in hell, in soiled clothing, pointing and laughing at the image of a caricature of a bandit reading a book. Any space not taken up by this is HAHAHAHA in at least four different languages.)
  17. Version 1.0.0

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    What's this, a free Bulmafan comic? Yessiree, this here is my gift to the omorashi community. In the novel "Moon Rise" the main character not only gets desperate for the bathroom with explicit detail, but when she's kidnapped by the book's villains and gets knocked out her body can't hold it anymore and she spend a few chapters in very wet pants until she's rescued. The way there was no way to avoid peeing her pants - coupled with how well author Marilee Brothers gets us in Allie's head - has always fascinated me about this scene. So, as I promised when I started doodling one of my own characters in her position earlier this year, I've turned the whole enchilada into a 30 page comic! Since taking someone else's characters and embellishing their perils is not how I wanna make my money, this comic is 100% free and will remain that way. If anything this will float interest to both the author who gave us this gem and my other for-sale comics. You get the usual hires and lowres versions of the comic, there is NUDITY in both. Interestingly there was a male wetting in the first book that provides some context to character relationships, so I included that one briefly as a bonus treat for those of you into that. 3 of the pages are animated gifs, one full of Allie peeing and two others as she examines the cooling wetness on her jeans. She's also tied up during a good chunk so if you like a little bondage with your omo content then this is for you. One final note is that keeping accurate to the story I depict the entire kidnapping sequence and there's a little roughness during Allie's ordeal so reader discretion is advised. I hope I've covered all my bases here and that you enjoy my fan comic of "Moon Rise" For more info or to buy the book this is based on, visit www.marileebrothers.com/moon-rise.html

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  18. Hangover

    Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  19. "I think you should just pee your pants." I was pretty sure I couldn't possibly have heard her right. I said as much. "If you really need to go so badly you should probably just pee your pants." Camille reiterated. Fair enough. I had been complaining about needing to pee since the two of us had left the uni bar to walk back to my girlfriend's house. It must be getting on her nerves. But I did really need to pee! "Sorry. I'll stop complaining." I might have been a little snarky at her lack of sympathy. A full bladder doesn't correlate with a good mood. She stopped walking and looked me in the eye. "No dude. I'm serious. There isn't anywhere decent to pee till you get to my place. It's all houses, traffic, and no cover. If you are busting you should just pee in your pants. They're dark, it probably won't show." I didn't quite know what to say, "Um... I can hang on. I was just complaining 'cause it's really uncomfortable." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Right. So pee your pants. It's not a big deal. Better than being "really uncomfortable". I wet my pants all the time if I need to." I had been dating Camille for three or four months and I had never once seen her pee herself. And anyway, people don't pee their pants out of convenience. Maybe it's because she's French? Do French girls pee themselves a lot? Not likely. I decided she was pulling my leg. "No you don't!" "Sure I do. I just don't make a big deal about it. Remember when when we went to see Nine Months play in the Gardens last month? Did you see me drinking beer? Did you see me use the portapotties?" Honestly I hadn't thought about it. I guess if I had I would have just assumed she had a big bladder. It certainly didn't cross my mind that she'd been peeing herself. "Seriously?" "Yeah." She was vehement, "Portapotties are really gross." "So is peeing your pants though." "Not really. Urine is pretty much sterile." She said casually. "Hey. Tell you what, since I can see you are resistant, if I wet myself first then will you pee your pants?" "Sure Camille." I absolutely didn't think she'd do it. Remember I was still pretty sure she was just fucking with me and I was calling her bluff. Nope. The next thing I knew Camille was standing in a puddle. My beautiful twenty-year-old girlfriend just pissed herself in broad twilight all over a public footpath next to a moderately busy road. Not that anyone else would have noticed. Her ankle length skirt hid everything except her suddenly wet sandals and a decent sized pool of pee. "You just wet yourself!" I was in shock. She looked at me like I was stupid, "Yeah? Did you not think I was going to do the exact thing I said I was going to do? Your turn now." "I though you were kidding!" "You thought wrong." She winked at me. "Now pee. A promise is a promise." She was right. I had, unintentionally, made a promise. She wouldn't be pleased if I backed out... "I'm not sure I can. I've never peed myself on purpose before." Everything was moving pretty quickly at this point. How had I agreed to this? "It's not so hard. Not if you are desperate. Just relax, let it come, imagine you are using a toilet." I must have been desperate, and maybe a little drunk, because it really wasn't hard. One second my pants were dry, and the next a solid stream of pee was pouring down my left leg. I was surprisingly warm, and not really gross at all. For a moment I felt good about my decision and that Camille might have been on to something with her whole "pants wetting for convenience" philosophy. But then... "Camille! You said it wouldn't show!" I looked down at my pants in horror. She tried and failed to smother a laugh, "I was super wrong. I really thought it wouldn't! I'm so sorry." She didn't sound sorry. My dark blue jeans were nearly black where my pee had soaked into them. Somehow the contrast made the dry parts look lighter than usual. It was pretty noticeable. Camille found my horror hilarious. Through giggles she promised her housemate was out for the evening so we should just hurry back to her place and take a nice shower together. "I promise I'll make it up to you." she said in a voice that told me how exactly how she would make it up to me. I felt myself growing hard and decided that if Camille was involved maybe deliberate pants wetting might be something worth pursuing.
  20. Home alone for the weekend

    Hi there omo.org! My name's Rosie - I'm eighteen years old, there's no one at home, and I'm bored! So - there's nothing for me to do on my own at the moment, so I thought I'd come to you guys for some fun! Right now I'm sat in my room in my PJs. I've got a full wardrobe, I've got three bottles of water, and I've got the whole house to my self! Mom and Pop are on holiday, my elder sister and younger brother are with them, but I've exams to study for so I'm stuck here. At home. With nothing to do. That's where you come in! So - anything you want me to do? Name it! I'll do whatever so long as it's within reason! There's coffee or tea in the kitchen, the garden's kinda empty, my sister's home-gym isn't being used by anyone, Pop might have left a couple beers in the fridge - oh the opportunities I have! Just so you know though - I really need to pee - I'd say like a six out of ten - so keep that in mind!
  21. Female Desperation

    Hanna is busy talking and is restless as she is sat down as she is bursting to pee,feeling very uncomfortale she as to stand up and starts to do some pee dancing.The pee dancing is not enough to control her desperation and she as to grab her crotch and is unable to let go of it till she wets herself Hanna.desperation.wmv
  22. What are your favorite wetting videos where she is at risk of being caught, does get caught, or is in a public place where people walk by? On purpose is preferred.
  23. The Other Side

    A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future. === My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened? Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead. And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here? I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance. What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail? “Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!” I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts. “Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes. “You lost?” “Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it. “Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?” I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am? “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.” The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?” “I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.” I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now. “You want me to call the cops?” “N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!” She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?” “Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.” “Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!” She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.” “That sounds quite nice, thank you.” We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable. The odor of pee. “Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!” “It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.” She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself. “So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?” “Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.” “You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink. “I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.” “Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.” “That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?” “Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!” I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink. “I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.” “Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.” “Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?” “Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.” “Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?” I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me. “I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.” “I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. “What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me. “Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question. “Are… you… peeing?” “Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice. “In your pants?” “Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction. I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing. “What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?” “W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!” “You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.” “I… I…” “Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.” “Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation. “Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.” “So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?” “Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?” I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept? “Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look. “I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.” “You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm. I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.” “Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.” With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go. “So… you believe me?” I ask. Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?” I shake my head. “Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.” I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is… “If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“ “They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence. Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.” I nod slowly. “And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.” I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all. “It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.” “So I just wet myself right there?” She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.” I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor? Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.” I nod as if it’s obvious. “Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.” Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness. “You have to go right now?” I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”. “Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.” “N-No!” I protest. “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!” In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself. “So… just… go anywhere?” I ask. “Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.” Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react. “Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.” I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time. I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing. I am peeing on the floor. Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.” I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them. “You… all right?” Kendra asks. “I will be.” I say. “Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.” “Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs. Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.” She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles. Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough. I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met. After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on. “So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask. “Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!” “All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?” “Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.” “I see.” “Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.” I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here. “Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!” === It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house. “So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.” I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty. “You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again. “Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?” Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.” “At least that’s the same…” I mumble. “Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!” We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here. Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet… Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches. “So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?” “Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her. She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.” “And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.” “It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly. The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers? “You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world. Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that. “So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me. “Um, not really. What would you suggest?” “Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?” “The name sounds familiar.” “It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!” She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird. As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward. She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below. Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go. Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell? “All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long? Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.” “It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?” I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on. My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes. It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own. Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up. “Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.” I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them. “Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh. I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it.
  24. As she got to Emily's doorway she saw her 12 year-old chatting on her computer. “Emily, its time for bed.” "OK, mom let me sign off.” After Emily had told her friend goodnight she turned her chair around and raised her arms to be carried over to bed. Emily had shoulder length brown, strait hair and blue eyes. She was petite but not as thin as her older sister. Sally saw Emily was wearing her pink Disney cammi. The hem of the cammi had ridden up Emily's thigh, giving Sally a clear view of Emily's matching panties. Emily was the girlyist of her daughters. She had asked for a princess style canopy bed for Christmas and painted her room pink for her last birthday. She also hated “plain and boring” white panties. As Sally walked over to pick Emily up she asked, “did you go pee-pee before bed?” “Of course mom, I went when you were changing Sara,” Emily lied. In fact mom always asked if she had tinkled before bed and Emily always lied and said yes. The truth was Emily liked having accidents. Emily was not sure if they were really called accidents when you deliberately did not go pee and just waited till you lost control, but whatever they were she had one every night before falling to sleep. In the past she had tired to pee just a little before bed, but as soon as she started peeing on the toilet she did not have enough control to stop. So by the time mom came to put her to bed she was always close to having an accident. As mom approached Emily stretched out her arms to wrap around her mom's neck and her legs to wrap around here mom's waist. As she did this, she made sure to clench her bladder muscles, so as not to leak. This was one of the hardest parts of the night for Emily. She loved it when her mom picked her up and carried her over to her bed to be changed, but spreading her legs really put strain on her bladder. Some nights her need was so urgent that she walked over to bed and saved her bladder's strength for its greatest challenge of the night. Emily's mom bent down and picked up her daughter. She loved how Emily let her baby her, but it worried her that her daughter's bladder was still so weak. As she picked Emily up she felt Emily's arms and legs wrap around her in a loving embrace. She carried her daughter over to the bed, and laid her down with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. While Emily starred up at the ceiling she fought a second urge that came at this time, to suck her thumb. Instead she kept her arms locked at her side and steeled her bladder for what she thought would be its greatest challenge of the night. As mom returned with her diaper, she tried to prepare her bladder for the cool caress of air that would come when mommie took off her big girl panties. She was always terrified she might leak. If mommie saw her piddle, even a little, after “she just went to the potty”, she knew she would be back at the doctor the next day. She felt her mommie hook her warm fingers under the side of her pantie's waist, and she clenched with all her might. Tonight was not so bad. As the cool air slid down her tummy and between legs she felt her bladder spasm, but she was sure she did not piddle. Some nights when mommie took her panties off she was sure she tinkled a little, but mommie did not seem to notice. She heard mommie say, “up”, and gently put pressure under her upper thigh, signaling her to lift her hips. After a brief crinkle and she felt her mommie's hand on top of her upper thigh. As she lowered her bottom, it was greeted by her soft warm diaper. She felt her skin grow cool and her favorite smell filled the room, as mommie applied baby powder. Finally, she felt the warm padding press against her crotch and mommie taped up her diaper. Mommie then helped her under the covers and kissed her goodnight. Finally, it was almost time, but then mommie did not turn out the light and close the door. Emily wanted to have her accident. Emily would have an accident even if mommie was still there. While Emily did not have a very strong bladder, it was well trained, and after she was put to bed it was ready to have an accident. A few nights mommie barely got her diaper on before she started to leak, but normally that was on nights when she thought she tinkled when her panties came off. On those nights Emily had managed to control piddling her diaper so mommie did not notice it becoming yellow or hear any hissing, at lease until she was under the covers. “Emily, your sister does not want to wear a diaper on the family car trip this year. So we made a deal, if she can keep her diaper dry until the first gas stop she does not have to wear diapers anymore. However, if she has even a slight accident she will be in diapers the entire trip, until we come home. I thought it only fair to make the same deal with you since you are only a few years younger. But I really think you should not try. I don't want to have any of my girls in diapers any more than I have to.” Emily did not care about anything she was hearing until, “in diapers the entire trip”. That would be great. Then it happened, her bladder spasmed hard, she clutched her fists, resisting the urge to grab her crotch and clenched her bladder harder. She did not leak yet but knew it would not be long, she had to get her mom to go. As she thought about a weeks in diapers another spasm came from her bladder, this time she thought she felt a little slip out, then an little warm dribble down her slit confirmed it. She thought quickly, if she took the deal, her mom may think she likes diapers. It was partly this thought, which horrified her, and the knowledge that if she agreed with mom, she would leave sooner. “No mom, I am OK to wear diapers, you know an hour is about my limit.” Just a she finished, another spasm sent a spurt into her diaper, followed by a longer dribble. “OK honey, sweet dreams,” mom said as she closed the door. As soon as the door closed, Emily grabbed her crotch with her right hand and popped her left thumb in her mouth. As her fingers buried themselves in her soft, padded crotch, desperately probing for that special place that would give her a few more moments of control. She began to suck harder as the warm, moist diaper pressed into her crotch. She could feel another spasm coming. The added pressure of her fingers held off another leak. Emily stared blankly at the ceiling as she sucked her thumb. The next spasm was to much for her exhausted bladder, she spurted into her diaper again. Her fingers became warm and her crotch dampened. The spurt was followed by a longer dribble as she desperately tried to stop piddling her diaper. As soon as she stopped, another spasm sent a jet of pee into her diaper. As hard as Emily clenched, she could not stop piddling her diaper like a baby. As Emily continued to try to regain control, her crotch became hot and soaked, she could not really tell if she had stopped peeing. Exhausted from her struggle, she finally relaxed. As her bladder finished voiding itself into her diaper, she began to drift off to sleep. As Emily drifted off, she thought back to a conversation she had with Sara, the first time Sara had tried potty training.
  25. Reader warning: This story contains minors in diapers, sometimes unwillingly. Depending on the direction the story takes, future chapters may contain other aspects that could offend potential readers. At the beginning of each chapter I will warn the reader of any potentially offensive material that has not been contained in any previous chapter. Hope you enjoy. Also, this story was originally posted in the blog section and I think it is more appropriate here. I have made a few changes, including the ages of the characters and I rewrote Chapeter 4. I am currently about 1/3 of the way through Chapter 5. “But mom I will be 15 next month!” exclaimed Claire, on the verge of tears. “Honey, I know you have not had an accident in a while but you have always worn a diaper on long car trips. Please don't argue with me,” Sally pleaded. “Mom, I don't want to wear diapers,” Claire said, tears brimming in her eyes. Sally was at her wits end. She hated seeing her daughter so upset but, tomorrow was the beginning of the family vacation. She was to meet her husband at their vacation home in the mountains. She had to get their three daughters up early in the morning and make the eight hour drive with them. Tom, her husband, had gone up a few days before the open the house. The last thing she needed was to make constant bathroom breaks and risk an accident in the car. While Claire, her oldest, could probably make it she new Emily, her 12 year old daughter, could never make it between gas stops. Emily, normally wore pullups on any car trip that may be longer than 45 minutes. Just last Christmas, while shopping for presents, Emily had an accident at the mall. Thankfully she was in a skirt, so Sally found a store with Goodnights and changed Emily. When they wear leaving Emily asked to be changed, she was soaked. Sally changed her before they got in the car, by the time they wear home Emily was wet again. Her greatest fear was if she let Claire wear panties, Emily would want to wear them too and that would be a disaster. Then she had a plan, one that Emily would never agree to and one she doubted Claire would accept either. “OK, if you wear a pullup until the first gas stop and can keep it dry, you will not have to wear a diaper on car trips anymore,” she saw Claire grin ear to ear, “however, if you wet it at all, you will be in diapers until after we get home from the vacation.” Claire felt her heart sink. The van went a long way on a tank of gas. And 6 weeks in diapers was unimaginable. Then she remembered, the van was down to a quarter of a tank when they got home today. Mom was not going back out tonight. They had already cleaned up after dinner and it was Sara's bedtime. She had won and would be out of diapers forever! Feeling victorious and a bit uppity, “Fine, I will wear the stupid pullup! At least when I turn 15 I will be out of diapers!” and stormed off to her room. Sally was shocked by her daughters sudden rude behavior. But she was also worried. Her daughters knew she always kept her word and valued a promise above anything else. However, she had no desire to put her 14, almost 15, year-old daughter in diapers for 6 weeks. As she contemplated her situation she walked to her youngest daughters room. When she got to the doorway of Sara's room she saw her 6 year-old in the yellow nighty that she had changed her into after dinner. Sara was on the floor playing with the large stuffed bear she had gotten for Christmas. Sara had golden curly hair that fell just below her shoulders. “Baby, its time for bed.” Sara looked up at her mommie, who had just come in the room. She smiled and raised her arms to be picked up. As Sally crossed the room to pick up her daughter, it amazed Sally how much her youngest looked just like photos of her when she had been this age. As she lifted the little girl into her arms, she felt her daughter wrap her arms around her neck. She used one arm to support her daughters bottom and used the other hand to feel if Sara was wet. Sure enough Sara was wet and her diaper was cool. Sally had learned early on that if her daughter had not just peed, changing her was risky. She laid Sara on the changing table and Sara looked up at her happily. She removed the tapes from Sara's diaper and opened it just enough to let some cool air in and re-closed it. Sally held Sara's diaper in place with her fingers pressing against Sara's crotch. The diaper grew warm under Sally's fingers, the little bit of cold air had made Sara pee. Once Sally thought Sara was done she opened her diaper, cleaned her up, and put her in a fresh diaper. Sally always wondered why Sara wet when cool air went between her legs. Sometimes when she would change her, and Sara's diaper was still warm, she noticed a little pee would still run down between Sara's legs even though she must have wet recently. Sally was not sure if Sara was aware of her accidents or not, but had thought about asking. After tucking Sara in and kissing her goodnight, Sally turned out the light and closed the door. As she walked down the hall to Emily's room thought about when she would try to potty train Sara again. At first it was going so well, Sara only had a few accidents in her first week. Then suddenly she seemed to never be able to make it to the potty. After the second week, with no improvement Sally had put Sara back in diapers. All subsequent attempts to potty train Sara had been fruitless. “Maybe after the family trip,” Sally thought.