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  1. @subexpose1983 (on twitter) likes to be exposed, so I requested he hold and pee in his pants tim-green-piss-order.mov
  2. Right, so this isn’t a long story, but I thought I’d share a little ‘creative’ use of pads that occurred to me. The other day I was out with work colleagues for a celebratory lunch at one of our favourite places around the corner. One of our directors was paying and I had been dealing with a volunteer at the front area of the office, so when the whole herd of work folks met me at the door and told me we were all going out for lunch, I grabbed my coat and joined them. This of course meant that I did not have my purse… There were about ten of us, and we settled into a larger booth and started ordering. Now many of my work colleagues can be a little intense at times, but we do know how to let our hair down so to speak. It wasn’t long before funny stories and anecdotes were being swapped back and forth. Someone put a new spin on an old inside office joke and I laughed very hard (and almost spilled my tea). I kind of lost myself in laughing and almost didn’t feel the inevitable accompanying leak of pee into my panties. After a good hearty laugh that lasted I don’t know how long, I composed myself and became more aware of the situation. I felt very wet between my legs, and I knew that it was one of those more serious leaks. Not a couple of droplets easily absorbed by the gusset of my panties, but the kind where panties get soaked, and if one could, if one were sitting down, also get one’s other clothing wet. I carefully weighed my options, I wasn’t at the end of the booth, so quickly nipping out wasn’t an option, I was going to have to get people to move to let me out to visit the loo. I could also wait until the end of lunch and then just make sure I was the last person out of the booth and in the group so no one would see a potential wet spot. I also didn’t know the extent of the damage and whether it would be visible to my work colleagues. This wasn’t too likely, as I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a slip, so even if the wetness had gotten all the way through, I needed more information so I shifted my body and surreptitiously reached my hand under my bum to feel for damage. Was it damp? Or was that just from the pleather of the seat and my body? Regardless, I didn’t feel a huge wet spot, so that was reassuring. I decided that I should probably change quickly, so that my accident didn’t soak through and become visible. So with as little fanfare as possible, I excused myself from the table and asked a couple of my colleagues to get up to let me out (squeezing past them was not an option given the potential dampness of my skirt). I exited in such a way as to keep my bum away from the table, and ended up making a somewhat circuitous loop to the washroom to avoid showing everyone my potentially wet backside. Once in the washroom I rolled my skirt around to inspect the damage. There was a faint wet patch on the bum area which was almost invisible given its size and the colour and material of the skirt. Rolling this up and pulling my panties down revealed that my slip and panties had caught most of the accident. There was a substantial wet spot on the satin slip, which I padded with balled up toilet paper. My panties were another story. They were soaked. I slipped these off. As you can see, I had completely soaked the gusset. I was surprised that I hadn’t got my skirt more wet, and quietly commended myself for nipping off to the loo when I had, rather than sitting there and letting things soak through. While emptying my not very full bladder I weighed my options. I normally carry a spare pair of panties in a little baggie in my purse, but this was of course back at work. I could slip off my panties and go commando for the rest of lunch. This didn’t seem like the best of ideas, as jokes were still bouncing around the table, and despite my taking the precaution of emptying my bladder now, there was no guarantee of avoiding further little oops moments due to laughter. While this particular skirt is knee length, so the chances of my flashing anyone were negligible, I am not really one for going without undies. Instead, I opted for drying my panties as best I could with toilet paper and paper towel. It’s when I went over to the sink to grab some paper towel that I noticed a new addition to the bathroom – a little basket of pads and tampons. This has been a growing trend out here on the west coast, a group call the Period Promise succeeded in getting free pads and tampons in school washrooms and has been pushing for free menstrual products. While we come into this place a couple times a year to celebrate as an office, I hadn’t noticed the basket there before. I quickly rummaged through the basket and found a pad with wings (there were only two options, pads and tampons, and nothing fancy). Having padded my panties as dry as they were going to get with paper, I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into my still wet panties. I wrapped the wings around the gusset, and was pleased that the entire wet spot was wrapped in pad! Usually you use a pad to keep your panties dry (or clean), but in this situation I used the pad to keep my already wet panties off my skin and cloths. I straightened out my clothes, and made sure that the wet spot on my skirt was invisible (it was), washed my hands, checked my makeup and hair briefly, and headed back out to lunch. I was glad that I opted for the pad, as despite my precautionary pee, I had another small leak towards the end of lunch, again the result of one laughing, but this time it was a small leak. I could feel the dampness on my lips though, and was mostly confident in the pad catching it. After lunch, we headed back to the office. I wasn’t able to change right away, as lunch had gone a little long and my post-lunch appointment was waiting for me, but as soon as I could, I grabbed my purse and quickly changed in into my emergency backup panties in the washroom. Just for good measure, I swapped in a fresh Always Discreet pad I also pack in my purse. The rest of the day was uneventful. Rach p.s. If you enjoyed this story and wanted a souvenir, the panties in question are still available for sale and they are delightfully dirty. Here's me in the panties from a photoshoot on another day:
  3. Hi guys I'm looking for someone to control my bladder for a while, i kinda have to pee already so if you're interested pm me.
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  5. On a seemingly ordinary day, Kassandra found herself enjoying her school lunch break. From home she had brought a sandwich, graham crackers, grapes, and some pomegranate juice which she had been looking forward to tasting. She sat alone today, reading her book peacefully. After some time, Kassandra finished her lunch, drank her juice, and drank several long gulps of water before embarking to math class. Early in the class, her mind drifted as she pictured herself walking through the halls. She liked to imagine herself floating just above the floor of a long, empty corridor before gently rising to the ceiling. Kassandra daydreamed further about taking a short walk through the air towards a beautiful, flowing waterfall. It invoked images of gentle mists on her skin: a pleasant escape from the stuffy classroom. But after some time, she slowly drifted back into reality with a pressing question: "Why did I drink so much juice?" Kassandra felt a slight pressure in her bladder which told her that now was not the time to relax. Especially not at a waterfall. A large, flowing waterfall which made the very air glisten with moisture. Maybe one with warm pools to bathe in below and relax all of her tired muscles... Just then, Kassandra grounded herself once again. She quickly contracted her muscles to prevent the trickle which she was almost convinced to release. Kassandra slammed her thighs together. "Not yet!", she thought to herself. She instead began to strategize the fastest way to get to the toilet to attain the release she so craved. Kassandra raised her hand. "Yes, Kassandra?", Mrs. Zillmann asked. "Can I go to the bathroom?", Kassandra replied. "Not yet, Julia has the girls' hall pass. " Mrs. Zillmann hesitated. "Is this an emergency?" Kassandra heard some muffled snickering from her peers and began actively blocking last week's incident from her mind. "No," she said. After a brief pause, Mrs. Z continued her lesson. Over 20 minutes passed, with Kassandra imagining the ghost of Julia returning the coveted hall pass. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, shifting in her seat in a desperate bid to keep her panties as dry as possible. The desperate girl stayed the course, knowing the embarrassment of holding herself like a little girl. Increasingly she found herself walking closer to that watery precipice of her dreams. A few minutes later, Kassandra heard footsteps of increasing volume heading towards her classroom. Hope of seeing Julia welled up inside of her: this was her chance! Briefly losing control, Kassandra accidentally let out a dribble before slamming her hands into her crotch. She groaned impatiently to herself, at the beginning of the end of her ability to hold on. The urine was absorbed into her thick panties before cooling against her skin. She was not about to let this happen again. She could wait for Julia's slow gait. She could make it to the distant toilet, and she could release her aching bladder in an appropriate place. At the instant Julie passed through the door, Kassandra shot up. Kassandra's rapid motion caused another small stream to leak into her damp panties, bringing them near their saturation point. The warmth lingered longer while her bladder cried for sweet relief. Kassandra, unable to avoid holding herself, quickly walked to the front of the room. She wordlessly snatched the hallpass and bolted into the corridor outside. Kassandra sped through the hallways of her high school and walked along the long, delicate tightrope which separated utter humiliation from orgasmic relief. Kassandra deviated from that path every few steps as she neared the bathroom. Brief leaks warmed the outer edges of her pussy before integrating into the moist fabric of her clothes. She could see a small spot on the front of her light jeans; it was a mark of shame she hoped to hide. The bathroom was mercifully barren, with no one else coming in or out. One insulting jet of urine later, she burst into the stall and locked the door behind her. She held herself for a few seconds to regain control. She had no time to examine the damage, but the wetness on her hand led her to believe that a baseball-sized portion of her jeans had shamefully darkened. Her slippery fingers and frantic heart rate prevented her from opening the button and zipper on the front of her jeans. At this moment, no feat of muscular strength could completely stem the flow. A continuous dribble had begun which would not subside, no matter how much she stepped from foot to foot. Shortly after that, a chilling wave swept through Kassandra's body. Her internal dam began to burst directly in front of the toilet. A loud hissing noise erupted from her panties as the yellow waterfall hit their saturated fabric. Hot pee burst down her thighs and around her ass. It passed along the backs of her ankles. Kassandra let out an audible moan; it was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. The flow continued to burst from within her young body, pooling at her feet and drenching her sneakers in pee once again. As the hissing noise subsided and the warmth continued to spread, Kassandra felt oddly at peace. She was at her peaceful waterfall, or at least very close to it. She could stay there a few minutes before taking the walk of shame to the nurse's office for the second time. Kassandra opened her eyes as consciousness returned to her. Drifting in from her slumber to the real world, Kassandra pulled the blanket from over her body. As she moved, plastic crinkled below. She reached into her pajama pants and checked her pull-up. As expected, it was soaking wet, about to leak. Kassandra stood up and looked in the mirror before stripping her pajamas off. Her pull-up bulged and sagged below her, heavy and warm with the weight of her dreams. The once-pink flowers had made way for a yellow curtain which crept almost up to her waist. "Thank god, only a dream this time", Kassandra thought to herself before preparing to shower.
  6. File Name: Japanese Desperation and Wetting Cam Blogs File Submitter: rachelkirwan File Submitted: 04 Jun 2014 File Category: Female Pants Wetting Ok, so I found these on Fc2 a while back. I wasn't sure how to describe them, but basically they are like cams, where the girl talks to the camera like a blog. They are between 8-17 minutes long. The general theme they follow is the girl in really cute outfits (I wish I had some of those skirts!), they talk to the camera and drink water. Then they gradually get more and more desperate, before wetting their panties. So sometimes they relocate themselves to the washroom to wet themselves in the shower. Sometimes they have the help of an Hitcachi or an egg vibrator which they use until they wet themselves. The girls are constantly talking to the camera. There may be a little bit of nudity (not censored towards the ends of the videos if the girls remove their wet panties, but the nudity is non-sexual). Enjoy! Rachel Click here to download this file
  7. Meradith was a 27 year old mother of 2. She was recently divorced, as she married the father of her children thinking she had to, not because she loved him. Now she was out of that relationship, with her two daughters and the happiest she had been in a long time, living with her boyfriend, a guy who she had been friends with back in high school. For the first time she could remember, she was in a happy relationship. She was still a beautiful woman. Short, at about 5’3 with sandy blonde hair and nice features. A big butt that caught the attention of men everywhere, and breast that had grown to 36 D’s since her first daughter at 25. She kept her vag fully shaved at all times, as she hated the feeling of hair down there and she knew how much her man loved it. Today was a Saturday, and Mary needed to run into town to get some baby clothes for her friend Chelsey’s baby shower that afternoon. She got up and got dressed in a black shirt with a v neck that showed her impressive cleavage. Then she put on her comfy pink thong she had gotten on vacation that said “aloha” on the front and out on a pair of tight blue jeans. She had already drank one cup off coffee. She poured herself a second and then leaned into the bathroom where her boyfriend was showering “I’m running in to town to the department store” Mary informed “I’m taking Riley and Anna with me” “I should probably pee before I leave.” She thought briefly “but the bathroom is occupied. I’ll be ok” Mary grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice out of the fridge, as her mouth was dry from the nearly entire pot of coffee she was in the process of finishing. She strapped her daughters in the their car seats and headed into town. About halfway through the 15 minute drive, she had finished her coffee. Immediately she could feel her bladder filling, as Mary’s need to pee intensified. It was noticeable, but nothing she couldn’t handle.mary arrived at the department store and headed to the baby clothes section with her daughters by her side. As she browsed for the best gift for Chelsey, her need to piss became worse and worse. The pot of coffee and the bottle of cranberry juice had reached her bladder, and needed to escape and soon “Riley! Stay over here by mommy” she said to her curious wondering daughter. While doing so, she was continuously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Even resorting to shoving her hand into her crotch. “What’s wrong mommy?” Her 2 year old daughter asked “why are you dancing” “Momma just needs to use the potty baby” Mary responded with a smile. Finally, rushing her decision a bit, Mary found some baby clothes for her old college roommate, and now she needed to find a bathroom, and quick. “Come on Riley, this way.” Mary instructed. She held Riley’s hand with one hand and pushed Anna’s stroller with the other, as she power walked towards the restroom. As she reached her destination, she stopped as she noticed a troubling realization. A few plumbers were occupying the woman’s room. “Umm excuse me” Mary said politely “I need to use the bathroom.” “I’m sorry ma’am, but the main pipe has busted. Both bathrooms are out of commission for about the next hour” “Oh fuck” Mary thought. She was at the point of emergency now. She raced to the front of the store. She needed to get home as quick as possible or she’d have a very public, very embarrassing accident. Mary was 3rd in line at the only open register. “Come on please hurry” she whispered to herself as she danced in place, trying to force her screaming bladder to hold on longer. Finally, she was up. Mary unloaded her cart with one hand firmly pressed into her crotch. “Aww cute kids!” The cashier complimented. “How old are they?” In the back of her mind, Mary wanted to scream “JUST CHECK ME OUT SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I PISS ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR!!” But she believed in being polite. Especially in front of her young daughters. “This is Riley, she is 2 and a half. Say hi to the nice lady. And this is Anna, shes 10 months” Mary informed with a forced smile “Well they are very cute. Your total is 52.43” Mary got her wallet out of her purse. The seconds felt like hours as she waited for the machine to read her card. Finally, the process was over and Mary races to her car. She strapped Riley in to her car seat again. Then quickly strapped her youngest. As she folded up the stroller to slide into the back of her white SUV, she felt a little leak. “Oh no” she said as her pretty blue eyes widened. “I have to get home fast” Mary got in and buckled up. She put peddle to the meddle. Every minute that passed, her need to piss got worse and worse and worse. About halfway, at a red light, she felt another spurt shoot out of her pretty shaved pussy and into her thong. This time, a little circle about the size of a quarter was visible on the bottom of her crotch. “Shit shit shit” she said, as she squeezed as hard as she could. Finally it turned green, and Mary hit the gas. Right before she got to the street to enter her neighborhood, another red light, and another leak, this time even longer. Her wet spot grew, it was now probably noticeable to anyone who would see. “Oh my god, oh my god. I’m not gonna make it” Mary realized as she gripped the steering wheel. As the light turned green, Mary zoomed home. She pulled in her driveway. She had, for the most part, made it that far. But she couldn’t leave her kids unattended in the car, that was something she refused to do. As Mary hopped out of her car, another leak. Then another and another. Finally as she unbuckled Riley’s car seat, the inevitable happened. “Oh fuck. It’s too late” Mary said. Finally, the gates had opened, and there was no stopping it. Mary felt her little pink thong overflow almost immediately, as her long held piss ran down her legs and out the bottom of her jeans, soaking her shoes and socks. Her jeans got darker and darker as her piss saturated all around her legs, half way up her ass, and all over her crotch. She stood there frozen for about a minute and a half as her bladder finished emptying. Mary looked down at the large puddle that had pooled beneath her feet. She stood there with a look on her face of both embarrassment and relief as the last of her pee slowed to a trickle out of her worn out bladder. Her younger daughter noticed something wrong “Are you ok mommy?” She sweetly asked “Yes baby mommas ok. She just had a little accident is all” “You went pee pee in your pants” “Yes sweetie. See even mommy’s have accidents sometimes” “It’s ok mommy, I’ll give you one of my diapeys” Even in her current state, Mary couldn’t help but smile at the sweet offer Mary turned to her boyfriend who had came outside to see what was taking so long “Uh oh” he said “could hold it?” He asked, holding back a smile “The damn bathroom at the store was under repair. I got to the driveway then the floodgates opened.” She explained. “Will you get the kids? I have to go change” Mary waddled inside, legs spread as she walked with pee still dripping off her pant legs. She arrived at the washer and took off her soaking wet pants and underwear, exposing her beautiful ass and bald pussy. As he boyfriend walked past, he gave her a little tap on the butt “Don’t worry” he said “it’s not the first time you’ve done this” Mary smiled, as she walked upstairs to shower
  8. What circumstances may get you (or someone you know) to postpone a pee when you hadn't intended to be desperate or leak? Examples: Clip in which Snuppa puts off urinating to stay with a TV movie. Clip in which Japanese office worker takes a call on her cellphone, but stays at her desk to consult documents during the call. Me waking about 3:30 this morning, but letting myself fall back to sleep without piddling. Then waking later to find I'd wet about 200-300 mL. Me again multiple times: Skipping a pee to catch a bus, rather than attending to my bladder and thereby being on a bus 15 to 20 minutes later. This has lead to dribbling or spurting a number of times. Yours?
  9. Hey guys, Hope everyone is doing well tonight, enjoying spooky time and whatnot. It falls on a weekday and I work mornings so I’m probably not doing a damn thing this year we’ll see! As a writer, a lot of ideas pass through my head. As a semi- pro procrastinator, it takes a long time to see a story through for me, or even start one at all; partly because I lacked motivation, and partly because I didn’t think I didn’t know how to flesh out the idea into a story I’d be satisfied with. Over time, and on a whim, I’ve commissioned stories from a number of writers across the web, that I felt I couldn’t do justice, or simply wanted to see someone else’s take subject or scenario I’m all too familiar with. Most of these authors are no longer active, which is the only reason I am sharing and crediting their work; here, and in other posts to come as well. The first one is by an individual who went be “Breeiswet.” The story itself is fictional, but it’s loosely based on a true story, which I heard through the grapevine. MESSING WARNING. You have been duly warned: Also, please let me know if this is too graphic. I didn’t write it, but I’ll keep your thoughts in mind when posting again! *************** “Do you want to grab some ice cream?” Vanessa asked, walking out of the restaurant where she had just had dinner with her two best friends. They had each eaten a huge meal, but upon seeing the ice cream parlor, Vanessa just had a craving. Nina gave her instinctual answer: “I’m lactose intolerant,” and Maria was quick to follow up with “me too.” “Well, so am I, but who cares. We can go home right after and deal with the consequences – it will be worth it!” Nina and Maria looked at each other, and shrugged almost in unison. “Sure, okay, why not,” Maria replied, and with that, the women embarked towards the local ice cream parlor. They were surprised upon entering to find it quite packed, and soon realized there was a small event taking place. The girls lined up and order three sundaes, with Maria offering to pay for her two friends. “Would you like to enter our raffle?” The cashier asked with a friendly smile. “What’s it for?” Vanessa asked. “You could win a lifetime supply of ice cream. We’re announcing the winners in about an hour.” The girls looked at each other, considering, before Maria bit the bullet. “Sure, I’ll enter,” and the other girls quickly followed up with “sounds good!” Each girl filled out the slip of paper and slid them into the box, before grabbing their sundaes off the counter. They sat down and began gobbling down the sweet treats. Maria had barely eaten a third of hers when she could feel her stomach begin to gurgle. She was already realizing she hadn’t thought this through: she was eating an ice cream that certainly would be making its way back out soon, and now she had to wait to see the results of the raffle. She was a little concerned, but comforted herself by saying one of the other girls could wait here for the result if she had to run somewhere to use the washroom, so she continued to down her ice cream. As she ate, she could swear she could hear Nina’s tummy rumbling as well. Her own stomach was growing more and more uncomfortable, and she was realizing she might not be able to hold it very long at all. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said, reaching one hand down and stroking her stomach for comfort. “I’m gonna need to use the bathroom pretty soon, so I might need one of you to wait here for the results if I have to go.” Nina also had a hand on her stomach. “Why can’t you use the bathroom here?” She asked. “I’m not doing this in a stall next to someone—I’m eating lactose so it’s gonna get ugly!” She laughed. “Good point,” Nina giggled. “Well, I’m not doing any better, my stomach is starting to kill, so I don’t think I’ll be waiting.” Vanessa grimaced. “I’ll join the club too—I doubt I’ll be able to hold it too long.” Maria laughed. “Great. So basically, we all have to poop and none of us can hold it. Perfect!” The girls smiled back, continuing to down their ice creams. Things were getting worse by the minute. Soon, each girl had finished their large sundaes, and they were clearly all feeling the effects. Maria was bent over at the waist, jiggling up and down as she tried to maintain control of her aching bowels, and the other girls were not much better off, as all three were beginning to sweat with desperation. But despite the mounting urgency of their situations, they knew they had a good bit of time to wait before they could leave, and it wouldn’t be fair for two to go home while one had to wait. “Maybe I’ll try the bathroom,” Maria groaned. “It’s better than having an accident in here.” She stood up cautiously from her chair, resisting the urge to clasp a hand over her backside, and waddled slowly towards the bathroom door with both hands crossed over her aching abdomen. But when she turned the corner, she saw a long line for the toilets, and knew there was no point joining in, as she had no idea how long it would be. So she sighed, and began to waddle back towards their table. “No luck?” Vanessa moaned, her body bouncing in her seat, clearly hoping for the good news that she would be able to use the toilet after all. But Maria just shook her head. “Even if you’re willing to use the public toilet, the line is super long,” she sighed, slowly easing herself back into her chair while keeping control of her bowels as best she could. The girls continued to sit at their table, each one bouncing and shimmying and clutching their stomachs while trying not to have messy accidents at the table. They could no longer even speak, they were so busy trying to keep their panties clean. Every once in a while, one girl would check a phone to see how much time had passed, but it was never enough. They’d been sitting for forty minutes when suddenly Vanessa groaned loudly, bending over at the waist and panting slightly. “You okay?” Maria asked sympathetically, though it was clear she wasn’t okay. “No, I…” Vanessa panted, and the girls heard a loud squelchy farting sound come from her. “Shit, I think a bit just came out.” “Are you having an accident?” “No,” she sighed, sitting up straight again. “It was just a little bit. I feel a bit better.” None of the girls wanted to risk farting, not knowing what else might come with a fart. “Man, I can smell that!” Nina laughed, and the other girls giggled as well. Finally, after another interval of silence as the girls struggled to hold on, an announcer took to the stage to reveal the winners of the contest. “And the raffle winner is—“ she began, as each girl carefully pulled out their ticket and looked down, “104598!” The girls looked down at their tickets, and then at each other. “Anyone?” Maria asked, and the other girls shook their heads. “Well, good thing we waited!” She laughed sarcastically. “Now we just gotta get home,” Nina giggled nervously, knowing it would be a challenge to even stand up, let alone get all the way home. “Why don’t you guys come to my place since it’s the closest? It’s only a ten minute walk,” Maria offered, and the other girl nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought that would soon be able to release their loads into a toilet and not all over the floor at the ice cream parlor. The girls slowly stood up, and Vanessa, who seemed to be the most desperate (even after having slipped up once), had a hand clasped over her butt as if to physically hold her poop in. The girls began walking towards Maria’s house, but they moved at a snail’s pace with one girl stopping every minute to double over and take deep breaths as a particularly strong cramp would hit. Vanessa was especially struggling at this point, and at one point she stopped completely in her tracks and instinctively crouched to the floor, holding her hand tight up against her butt. Nina and Maria both thought that was it for her, and that she had lost control, but Vanessa simply farted loudly, and then stood up again and continued waddling towards Maria’s home. Finally, they could see her front porch from the corner. They were going more frantic now, as relief was so close that they began to become even more desperate. They approached the porch, each girl breathing heavily. But right as all three climbed the steps, Vanessa groaned once more, louder yet. She first doubled over at the waist, and then slowly crouching, and this time both girls could tell this was it for their friend. Despite their own desperation, both watched as she began to pant loudly. “It’s coming out,” she said, and Maria resisted the urge to respond “we can tell” as she heard the loud crackling farts beginning to emerge from their friend. Vanessa felt a wave of hot, sticky poop explode from her into her jeans, and she continued to take deep breaths as she began to instinctively push her poop out. It felt so good to be free of her intense load, and she sighed in relief as she felt herself continue to poop into her underwear, which were now filling up. Nina and Maria were watching in shock as their friend pooped noisily on the front porch, but soon the urgency of their own situations returned and they left Vanessa to finish up her accident while they rushed in towards the bathroom, still hopeful that they could make it. Nina seemed to be faster, and had she been thinking clearer she probably would have let Maria use the bathroom first, but her thoughts were so blinded by the fact that she could feel herself seconds away from her own messy accident. So she burst through the bathroom door and, feeling her stomach begin to cramp and her poop begin to emerge, scrambled to pull off her leggings. She got them off in one go, but her panties did not come off too, and she realized with horror that wet poop was beginning to slide into her cute panties. But there was nothing she could do at this point, and without thinking clearly she sat herself down on the toilet with her panties still on, and begin to poop into them. With her body relaxing now that she was seated on a toilet, she found herself pushing as a torrent of hot poop exploded out of her, filling her panties and seeping into the toilet. It was at this point that she realized she had accidentally locked Maria out of her own bathroom, and Maria was knocking anxiously at the door. But Nina was unsure what to do, as she continued to poop herself over the toilet, knowing that if she stood up she would leave a mess all over the floor. And even as she was having this thought, while continuing to mess herself, Maria was losing control outside the door as well. She had come so close, and she knew Nina would probably emerge very soon, but she was helpless to stop the flood at this point, and she felt her stomach cramp fiercely. With a loud fart, she exploded with poop into her pants, instantly filling her panties with poop that quickly seeped through. She knew this was only the start, as poop poured out of her endlessly, filling her pants to the point that she didn’t think they would hold anymore. But nonetheless, she continued to poo without end, feeling almost like she had made very little progress with her load. She saw now that Vanessa was coming in from outside, her jeans bulging and brown, and she laughed when she saw that Maria too had not made it to the bathroom and was standing in the hallway messing herself. “Did Nina make it?” Vanessa asked. “I think so,” Maria replied, as she continued to poo outside the bathroom door. “Not quite,” Nina called laughingly from the inside of the bathroom. “Well, this didn’t go very well for us, did it,” Vanessa smiled. Maria’s load was finally slowing down, and she began to push to expel the last bits of her poop. On the toilet, Nina too was finishing up, unsure of how to fix the mess she was about to make of her friend’s bathroom. One thing was for sure: the girls had certainly learned their lesson about late night ice cream trips, and this would certainly be a bonding moment for the three friends who had messed themselves practically in unison. Maria began to laugh, now finished her load, and her friends joined in. “Well, let’s get cleaned up,” Vanessa smiled. *********** That’s it, I hope you liked it just as much as I did!
  10. “Where are you going?” Alisha asks Sosha, upon encountering her in the hallway. “To the toilet,” Sosha answers, a bit apprehensive. Alisha can’t help but smile, knowing she is about to have some fun, as she tells Sosha, “I don’t think so.” And thus, the stage is set for this scene; Alisha is standing in front of the bathroom door, physically blocking access to Sosha, who is clearly desperate to pee. As the video progresses, Sosha pleads with Alisha to go to the bathroom, but, intent on stopping her, Alisha concocts a story about how the cat is using the bathroom and needs its privacy. Despite doing her best to get into the bathroom, Alisha manages to hold her ground and prevent Sosha from getting past. Ultimately, Sosha ends up wetting her pants. She completely soaks her pants as she pees them, with Alisha gleefully watching. Only after Sosha has wet her pants does Alisha reveal that the cat isn’t even in the bathroom, and there was no reason Sosha couldn’t have gone the entire time.
  11. hello. I'm back now with a new story for you's all. I said in my last post that i was going to make more content but that was a month ago, sorry for the delay but here we are. just a description of what i look like. young (early 20's , skinny, no body hair, very smooth skin average height and i prefer wearing woman's clothes most of the time. It was a Monday night and i decided to go swimming for a little bit of exercise (as i do on a Monday) and arrived, got in and changed into my swimming briefs and have a quick rinse and pop into the pool. The water was nice and warm for a cold and rainy night so was off to a great start. I always brings a 1LT bottle of ice cold water with me to keep me cool and hydrated and every time i reached the start of the pool i took a small break and finished about 1/5th of the bottle. So after about an hour i decided to get out of the pool as the leisure centre was closing in half an hour plus getting pretty tired as i was trying to push my self a little bit more in the pool. walking back to my locker and it was !!!FREEZING!!! doesn't help that I'm skinny and i don't have any body hair from the neck down so clean shaven everywhere. Once i got into my locker i got my shampoo conditioner and body wash and went for a nice hot shower and after that wen't back into my locker, took everything out and started to get changed. Began by slipping down my swimming breifs, hung them up and began to dry my self down and change into my grey slim fit briefs (because you cant wear boxers with denim short shorts) 20 black Denier tights, blue denim short shorts, Hi-top converse and my tight fitting black T-shirt. after that dried my soaked briefs in the towel rolled up the towel with my swimming briefs inside and packed all my swimming stuff into my bag and as i was heading out decided to get another drink as my energy levels were low, and the choice of drink was a bottle of lucozade sport lime from the vending machine in the reception. Walking down to the bus station, cold and slowly getting wet from the rain and while walking i finished the bottle in less than 5mins and felt a bit more energised after that. as i was walking down i felt the first urge to pee after finishing 500ml of lemon lime water in the morning, a couple of 500ml bottles of water through out the day, the 1LT bottle of ice cold water from swimming and the 500ml bottle of sports lime. Then just as i reached the bus stop i remembered i haven't went to the bathroom all day so no morning or mid day pee so that's not gonna help for sure. As i approached the bus terminal i looked up at the time table and to my horror the bus had been delayed by 20mins, thought to my self "great just what i need when i really need to pee. After 30mins of waiting, walking and pacing (refused to sit on those freezing and wet seats) the bus arrived and i was in luck and out of luck at the same time, because It's the last bus home it drives straight to my house with no stops as the bus shelters are right beside my house, only thing is it's an hour and 15 minute bus journey. if the bus stopped everywhere on the way home (as it normally dose) i would for sure started having an accident or started full on wetting my self half way to 3 quarters of the way home for sure. so in my head I'm thinking i should make it or mostly make it and I'd be fine with wet grey briefs and even wet tights, as long as no wet marks or patches start appearing on my blue short shorts I'm happy with that. Boarded the bus quite desperate and thankfully the bus took off instantly and i noticed as i sat down on the back of the bus that it was empty. 10mins into the bus journey i started to dry off and warm up (thanks to the little radiators) after standing in the freezing rain for 30mins and was helping me hold as well and the warmth was helping me relax rather than shivering and tensing up my whole body. 20 mins in and i had my first pure wave of desperation hit me and i didn't know what to do as it took me by surprise, felt all my mussels in my lower area relax, a nice hot wave followed by a shiver flood my entire body, slowly started spreading my legs further and further apart i just zoned out so hard. After about 10 seconds i snapped back realised i was 1 second away from an accident as i could feel a hot warmth travelling down my willy, so i very quickly shoved both hands into my blue denim short shorts and crossed my legs with my tights rubbing off each other. after 30 seconds of desperate grabbing and holding i felt it retract back inside me and i managed to downgrade from "on the verge of wetting my self to "extremely desperate". i calmed down, uncrossed my legs and took my hands away from my short shorts and went back to sitting normally with my right foot tapping away. 30mins in and another wave out of no where hit me but it was worse than last time, so i panicked again and just pressed and rubbed my thighs together and hoped for the best, but this was the start of the end. 20 seconds into the second wave hitting me i started to feel it moving It's way down with no slowing down and i panicked even more and that lead to me letting go for a couple of seconds by accident and i felt it rush down my willy and i slammed my thighs shut again held on for dear life. after a couple of minutes it subsided and i thought i was i the clear untill i twitched in my lower area and felt something move fast in my underwear. i quickly realised that some of the pee must of got trapped in my willy and the second i twitched it most likely shot out of me into my grey briefs. So most likely I've got a small wet line from the bottom of the bulge of my grey briefs to right between my legs. GREAT 50mins in I'm tapping with both feet, bobbing up and down, squirming, leaning on one but cheek to the other and crossing my legs and in allot of pain from being beyond desperate. 55mins in and my mussels slowly started to relax and i could feel it coming, could feel the warmth slowly moving It's way down past my V-point and down into my privet area and being in allot of pain and discomfort all i could think about is "It's okay if you let go" "adults wet them self time to time" " accidents happen" "just let go and soil yourself and you'll feel allot better" "no one will notice your soaked shorts and tights" . I didn't realise i was zoned out again while making up my mind if i was going to let go and just let the wetting happen and i froze when i felt a small warm stream running in my underwear and quickly realised I'M HAVE AN ACCIDENT!!! after about 5-7 seconds i managed to stop the flow and i knew at the least i have wet my underwear. I could feel the warmth between my legs and all the pee still trying to escape and me trying to fight it off with every ounce of strength i had left in me. I looked down to see if there was any outer damage and to my relief nothing and since there was no one on the bus i decided to quickly unzip my denim shorts and see the damage. Once i shimmied my shorts down to my knees i saw decent sized wet spot on my briefs and my tights and a tiny stream coming between and down my thighs and it rushing out of my willy again and all i could do was say under my breath was not again, not again. not again, no, no, no, no, no, No, NO !!!NO!!! after 10 seconds of peeing in just my underwear and tights as my blue denim short shorts have falling to my ankles during the second wetting i regained control by clamping my hands between my wet tights and underwear while still peeing and stopped my self from soaking myself anymore. I looked down and saw the wet patch reaching from my v-point to half way down between my tights and my entire bum. I very quickly wiped my hands on my tights pulled up my short shorts and moved one seat away from the window and there was a wet patch on the seat. i looked out of the window and saw that the bus was pulling into the bus station just out side my house and i thought "great I'm no more than 5 mins away from my house and the second the bus pulled up he just got up and left the bus so i stood up (with caution) and slowly started to get out of the bus and i decided to look down to inspect the damage and no wet marks on my blue denim short shorts but 2 long wet streaks down my inner of my thighs. Left the bus station without no one seeing me and proceeded to walk home with my bathroom being less than 5mins away. after 3mins of walking i finally saw my house just down at the end of the street and while looking up i felt something tickling the back of my left leg so had a wee quick look and noticed it was a small skinny wet patch slowly travelling down towards my converse and the front of my short shorts were becoming darker and darker. Walking home only 2mins away from my house and i can't hold on anymore and nothing but this small warm waterfall going between and down my legs, my shorts starting to absorb and darken and thinking to myself "oh no I'm having an accident in public" because my briefs, tights and denim short shorts are quite a tight fit I'm not able to full force wet myself due to the fact that everything down there is so tight down there so it's just a small constant stream slowly but surly an accident is in the making. I got into my front garden and i looked down, saw my short shorts getting wetter and wetter and my tight shining in the moon light from the wetness. i stopped and just fully relaxed let out a sigh of relief, spread my legs apart and i could feel the stream gather more speed as it splashed up and down the back of my grey underwear then make It's way down the sleeves of my now dark blue denim short shorts, riding down my see through tights from the front to the back.after it slowly came to an end i walked in and wen't straight to the washing machine to take off my clothes. I was on my knees with my heels up at my bum and i got the fright of my life when i heard "hey how are you?" it was my GF i forgot she was coming down today so i did everything to keep my lower half out of sight while talking to her (at this point is impossible) While talking to her i started to wet my self again as she scared me and she paused mid sentence and said "do you here that hissing noise?" and as she said that she looked down at me and saw the side of my see through tights were wet and asked " you okay?" i just replied with "yeah I'm fine" and at this point the hissing noise was getting louder and louder and she walked over to me looked down and saw my soaked clothes and them getting wetter and she gasped and asked what's happening? i just stood up faced her (while still wetting) and just said "sorry i having an accident" with a sad tone of voice and face While still having my last wetting for the night in the kitchen in front of my girl friend i was explaining that i got on the bus desperate, i had 2 accidents on the bus one with my shorts down while checking for internal damage i.e. my grey underwear and my see through tights, and i fully let go while walking home and once i reached the garden i froze and just let it happen and i came in here while still peeing a tiny bit and when you asked "hey, how are you?" you scared me and cause this accident in front of you. at this point is was pretty chocked up, stressed and very physically and mentally drained. i said I'm very sorry you had to see this (in a depressed voice) and as i started to walk away to get changed and to take a shower she quickly spun me around and said with the most friendly and cute little voice "it's okaaaayyyyyy" while giving me a massive hug. "go up and take a shower and change and come back down and cuddle up with me under my blanket till you feel better" so i did just that, had another lovely shower, got changed into just my galaxy leggings (had an accident in my galaxy leggings from a previous story of mine) went down stairs cuddled up with her and we both fell asleep on the connor sofa. Hope you've enjoyed this story as It's my longest, most detailed story I've ever written. please feel free to read through my other story's. Thank you
  12. The Girls Blayse, 21 brunette, c cups, fully shaved. The crazy chance taker of the group Bri, 21, blonde, c cups, fully shaved. Blayse Twin sister. College cheerleader Lizzie, Brunette, 20, c cups, fully shaved. Arts major and aspiring model Kaya, brunette, 20, b cups, trimmed, the hippie stoner of the group with a tendency to date shady guys Hallie, blonde, 24, Double Ds, shaved, mom of one back at school for management Devin, 21, Brunette, Ds, Shaved, speech major who works at the local college Bar Mary, 22, red head, Ds, shaved, nursing major is the wildest partier of the group with a tendency to have accidents when she drinks too much Gabi, 21, Bs, fully shaved, business major tall for a girl and on college cross country team Laurie, 22, Double Ds, fully shaved, public relations major prone to laugh wetting Trish, 44, Ds, Lansing strip, the “house mom” who owns the property and lives at the house was a successful model in 90s. It’s her idea The girls all piled in to the massive living room of the three story house and took a seat. Beneath them, they noticed a bucket full of 4 beers, 4 waters, and a cup of coffee. “What is this for Trish? And why did you have us get dressed for the day?” Asked Bri. She was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey leggings “Yeah I’m confused” her sister added, wear a black tee shirt and grey leggings. Trish began to explain. “As you know, I have owned this house for close to 10 years. And every year, there is a huge fight over who gets what room. That is not the foot I want us to get off on. So I have came up with a way to decide who gets what room fair and square” “How?” Hallie asked, in her white belly shirt and jeans Trish continues “you’ll notice at your feet a bucket full of liquids and a cup of coffee fresh off the pot. I can see you are all sipping on your coffee already. Next, I will be asking you to chug 2 waters. Drink 2 beers. Then two more waters” “And the other two beers?” Devin asked Trish answered, “those are for at the end. If you make it that far” Lauren looked confused in he white halter top and tan Capri pants “what do you mean if we last” A twisted smile came over Trish’s face “I hope you all had time to use the bathroom this morning. Because we are going to hold it to see who gets which room. The last one standing... wins” Gabi looked disgusted she was wearing jean shorts and a green shirt “I’m not doing that” “Then it looks like you will be sleeping in the room beneath the staircase. A pretty cramped area for a girl like you” “I need a room big enough for my daughters crib for when she visits” Hallie said “Then you’d better hope you can tighten those bladder muscles” Trish answered. She continued “and just to be fair... I will be joining you” Trish said, cracking open a water bottle and guzzling it down. She was in white shorts and a shirt with lots of cleavage to show off her chest. “Let’s begin” 40 minutes in, all the girls were still left, and now down to their 4th! Water bottle. Laurie was in the worst shape, her legs bouncing up and down. “I have an idea of how to pass time” said Blaise with a mischievous grin “let’s tell about the last time we had to pee this bad” “Please can we not?” Gabby asked, as she was likely in the second worst shape behind Laurie “Last weekend!” Said Mary with a laugh. She was wearing a grey pair of sweatpants. Her favorite casual look “I was out with my nursing friends. I didn’t even realize I had to pee until the walk home. Then I was so drunk I was just like fuck it. Pissed ma jeans right on the sidewalk” “Oh my god” Bri said laughing. “Yeah,” Mary said “I woke up and my pants were just in the bathtub and my underwear was still on. I slept in my wet ass thong!” “Mine was last year. During one of the home basketball games” Bri admitted “I had to go so so bad and my friend Karli kept making me laugh. I started leaking real bad from laughing and during a timeout I had to run to the bathroom in the tunnel and didn’t make it” she admitted blushed and smiling. “I got in there, into the stall and by the time I closed the door the gates had opened there was no turning back. I just pissed myself. Blayse has to bring me new spanks and tights” “Because I’m the best big sister” Blayse said. “Mine was on Kayas Birthday. I don’t remember but according to Bri when we got out of the Uber I just stood on the porch and pissed myself” she laughed. Kaya, wearing light colored jeans, chimed in. “That was also mine. I peed my bed that night” she giggled. Lizzie was wearing tan leggings and a tight shirt “a few years ago, I was like 18 I think, I was doing a shoot for my modeling. It was taking forever and I really had to go. The photographer kept wanting different shots and different poses in this light or that light. I asked if I could take a 5 minute break but my manager said we were on a tight schedule and I was almost done. Well at the end I started leaking. I told my manager but she just said we only had 2 more and they’d edit it out if I couldn’t manage to hold it. Well, after the last photo I just froze. And all of a sudden my jeans were soaked and I was standing in a puddle. My boyfriend had to come pick me up I was mortified” “Wait until you have kids” Hallie said “the other day I sneezed and pissed all over myself” “What about you, Laurie?” Trish asked Laurie blushes hard as she stood up “uhhh right now. I can’t do this” she said. Suddenly a dark wet spot slowly but surly appeared on the crotch of her pants. Quickly it spread to the back of her pants, soaking her ass before running down her legs forming a large puddle on the ground. After about a minute plus, she stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at the damage “Laurie, you have last pick” Trish said “please step forward and remove your pants and underwear and lay them down. This is how we will keep track” Laurie gingerly waddled over in front of Trish and stripped off her tan Capri pants, revealing her orange booty shorts soaked front to back. She removed those too. Trish watched intently. Focusing on the wet piss still glistening on her pussy and legs. But that was interrupted. “Oh fuck. Uh oh. I can’t hold it” Gabi shouted. She stood up to run to the bathroom, but soon stopped dead in her tracks. Her hands were tucked in her crotch, but she slowly removed them as her tiny jean shorts grew darker and darker. Kaya watched as the piss ran down Gabi’s legs, darkened her cute little butt and changed the color of her pants. “This is not helping” Kaya laughed as she shifted her legs. “Well, you know the rules Gabi. You will pick second to last” Gabi blushed as she removed her pants and light blue panties at the same time. Her bald pussy soaked in her own piss. Urine dripping of her firm tight butt cheeks. She walked over to Trish, laid her shorts and undies next to Laurie’s, and scurried away. “This is kinda fun!!” Said Devin, the dark haired bartender with a lower back tattoo. “We should do this again” Blayse said, shoving her hands into her crotch. “This is fun for you? I’ve never had to piss this bad in my life!” Hallie said Ten minutes passed before attention shifted to Kaya. “Oh fuck. I’m losing it.” Remaining seated, kaya spread her legs and let nature take its course. She released a strong torrent of piss that pooled in her lap, flooded over the side of the chair and ran down to create yet another large puddle on the tarp laid out in the ground. Kaya stood up, exposing the full extent of just how soaked she was “That was gross. But I feel so much better. I should have just gone pee right after Laurie” Kaya peeled off her light colored jeans, she had on white panties and you could see the outline of her neatly trimmed bush. She removed those too and laid them in front of Trish. “Have fun!” She said before scurrying away Trish looked at the girls who were left. Devin, Blaise, Lizz, Bri and Hallie. “Come closer. Move your chairs closer to me” the house mom ordered. The girls obeyed. Except for Devin, the bartender and sexy Asian. She began, but quickly sat back down. “Devin” Trish said with a smirk “whats the matter?” “I literally can’t stand up” Devin giggled. “I have to pee so bad if I stand up I’m gonna pee my pants” “Sounds like you are out of options, dear” “Shit you’re right” she said “well, I might as well enjoy the relief!” Dressed in a black crop top and grey leggings, Devin spread her legs, and released. She breathed a sigh of relief as the warm piss pooled in her lap and in the chair as it ran to her thighs, down her legs and onto the floor. Before finishing she stood up and turned around, her ass thoroughly soaked. “Wow. That felt amazing” Devin announced with a smile. Standing in a puddle and soaked in her own piss, she began to recount a story. “I did piss myself on accident like a few weeks ago” Devin confessed. He D cup breasts begging to escape her tight top. “I was at work and it was just me and Anthony. We were slammed! Literally the most crowded I’d seen it. I had to pee so bad but then we got so busy that I forgot! I was like doin the pee dance behind the bar. Then as I was taking an order... I just couldn’t wait” she giggled “all of a sudden the dam had broken and it just came gushing out of me. Like underwear, pants, socks, everything. I tried to put a towel in my crotch to act as a diaper but it didn’t do shit! But I was wearing black leggings so no one could even tell” Devin stripped off her tight grey leggings and he little black G string. She ran her hand across he smooth, bald pussy, both it and her legs still glistening from the wetness of her own pee. She laid her pants down next to the other pairs of pee filled pants. “That was exciting. I’m going to go play with Frenchie!” She told them other girls. Frenchie was her dildo That left Blaise, Bri, Lizzie, Hallie, and Trish. “Ok girls. You’ve made it this far. Time to turn things up a bit. I’m front of you is two beers. Please grab one, open it, and begin drinking it” “I don’t think I have anywhere to put it!” Lizzie exclaimed. “Yeah this is gonna be painful” Bri echoes As the girls began to drink. Soon, they were close to finishing their first. “So when was the last time you wet yourself, Trish?” Trish smiled and crossed her legs as she took a sip of her beer. “Well, last year, my boyfriend thought it would be hilarious to lock me out of the house when I really REALLY had to pee. He didn’t think I was serious. Thought I was exaggerating... until I wet my pants. Then he finally let me in” Bri tapped her foot and gathered focus on something other than her bladder long enough to chime in “my boyfriend tickled me once until I peed my pants” “Actually” Trish began as she finished her beer “that was the second to last time I wet my pants” She uncrossed her legs and smiled in relief. “Trish you are out!” Lizz spoke up. “Yep” she acknowledged “I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed the relief. Continue with the game girls. I will still be the judge” Trish remained in her wet white shorts as the 4 remaining contestants, Bri, Blaise, Hallie and Lizz, all struggled desperately not to join her. “Uh oh!” Lizzie suddenly whispered. “Yep” she said, confirm with herself she could hold it no longer. She stood up as he pee drenched her tan leggings and socks. Forming a massive puddle on the ground. However, soon distraction was diverted. “Shit” Blaise said as she stood up and turned facing away “Wow that feels hot” she said as she stood with her legs apart as her warm piss soaked her tight little ass and ran down her legs forming a puddle at her feet. “I’m still going” Blaise informed as her stream slowed to a trickle. Both Lizzie and Blaise took off their soaking wet pants and panties and walked to lay theirs in line next to Trish, their hairless pussies glistening from the wetness of their own piss. They stripped naked, exposing their breast along with their butts and pussies and walked off to take a shower. So there they were, the last two, Bri the cheerleader, and Hallie, the young MILF. Trish could tell this contest wouldn’t last much longer. “How are we feeling?” Trish asked. “Full to the BRIM!” Bri responded “Like I have a 10 pound rock sitting on my bladder” Hallie informed. Both girls sat, more squirmed, as they struggled to finish their last beer. Bri stood up and was pacing around. Hallie remained seated. Biting her lip, jamming her hands into her crotch and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. “This is bad.” Bri said “I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer!” “I literally feel like my eyes are floating” Hallie said, struggling to get the words out. Then, Trish got an idea “You girls would probably hate it if I made you watch me” she said standing up “Watch what?” Bri asked, hands jammed into her crotch as she shifted foot to foot “Re-wet my little shorts!” Trish said, as another solid stream shot out of her already white shorts, making them transparent enough for the girls to see her little landing strip “it feels so good” she teased “Uh oh. Oh no. Fuck. Shit” Bri said as she began to lose control into her little grey thong and leggings “Hallie, looks like you win” she informed as the floodgates opened up. In a matter of minutes. Her tights were thoroughly soaked! Running up her ass and down her legs, eventually soaking all the way around her left pants leg. “I can’t lie. This feels amazing” As Bri finished wetting her leggings, Hallie shot up and made a mad dash to the bathroom. Though when she arrived, to her horror, she found it was locked. “What the fuck open up!” She shouted “We are in here!” Blaise responded “Yeah go away we are in the shower” Lizzie barked. Hallie could feel herself starting to leak. She didn’t have time to wait around. With a hand jammed into her pussy she ran for the upstairs bathroom, hoping to get there in time. But as she reached the first step, she froze, knowing she had lost the battle “Oh no!” She shouted. “Fuck I couldn’t hold it” she stood there as if unable to move for a good 90 seconds as her bladder emptied into her underwear and down her pants. Hallie stripped off her white Capri pants and red underwear and through them immediately into the dryer. “Fuck” she murmured as she ran her hand across her smooth pussy. “Can someone bring me the mop?” “That was actually really fun” a now fully naked Bri stated. “We should do it again some time”
  13. Anybody happen to have this in their stash? From 2011, probably a rare gem. Thanks. https://jade-net-home.com/products/5205?m=
  14. Too many leaks, so I wore Goodnites at work The other day I wrote about how I’ve picked up a nasty cough and it has been leading to a number of leaks and to wet panties. Well the cough has not gone away and with every coughing fit I leak. This has resulted in many wet pads, and when I was not wearing a pad, wet panties. The day after I wet my pink and red striped ‘shimapan’ panties (as described above), I felt like my cough was winding down, so I restocked my purse with additional pads and made sure I had my regular ‘just in case’ panties in their ziplock bag. I slipped into a pair of my favourite Frozen panties. Over which I wore loose fitting black slacks (which are pretty good at hiding any leaks, believe me, I’ve checked), low heels, a simple blouse and a somewhat professional looking jacket. I headed off to work without incident, apart from the SkyTrain being very crowded. The morning passed without much trouble, though whatever bug I caught was been decimating our volunteer base so we were pretty short-staffed. At about 10:30 am, I was rushing down the hall to get to a meeting when, without warning, I was wracked by a series of really annoying coughs that emanated from deep within my lungs. I stopped and did not have time to cross my legs, bear down, or hold myself. Without these protective measures, I felt myself squirting into my panties with each cough. After what seemed like a good thirty seconds (though it was likely much shorter), I stopped coughing and composed myself. My eyes had watered a little bit, but this dampness was nothing to the damage I had done to my Olaf panties. I surreptitiously looked around, and when I was sure that I was alone in the hall, I looked down to check the damage. Fortunately the slacks did their job, and while they felt wet to the touch around the crotch, no wet spot was visible from what I could tell (at least it wasn’t visible in the light of the hallway). My panties felt wet against my body when I felt myself, and I knew I had left a sizable wet spot on them. I didn’t have time to go and change in the washroom or even slip in a pad, as I was late for the meeting, plus my purse with my emergency accident supplies were back at my desk. So instead, I shifted the binder I was carrying in front of myself just in case the small wet spot of an indeterminate size that I’d made on my bottoms caught the light. Fortunately, the meeting was rather short and I could safely remain seated for its duration, and I did not cough again. Once the meeting was wrapped up, I spent a few minutes checking my phone so my colleagues could leave before me. When I got up, there was a tiny hint of wetness on the fabric of the office chair on which I’d been sitting. I hurried out of the room and back to my desk to retrieve my purse. Again, back in the hallway I felt another cough coming on. The slight warning I received allowed me to stop and quickly twist my legs together, a technique I’ve used for years to help keep leaks to a minimum. Despite this pro-move, I still felt the cold wetness of my panties against my sex replaced with a warm wetness. I instinctively felt my crotch with my free hand, and it felt damp. I hurried to my desk and picked up my purse and was about to head to the loo to change when I had a thought. After the previous day, I was sick of constantly coughing, leaking, and changing my pads. I was also feeling rather frustrated, as I had thought that I’d managed to get beyond the coughing stage. Rather than simply change into my spare panties in the washroom, I decided that I needed to wear Goodnites, and I wanted to wear them now. I’ve got a fairly large stash of Goodnites at home but I didn’t have any on me. I was a little annoyed at myself for not thinking to put in a pad in the morning, and also feeling a little sorry for myself. A Goodnite would be the perfect thing to help comfort me and keep my damp trousers from getting any wetter. I checked in with a colleague and decided to take a longer break than normal. Slipping into my jacket and grabbing my purse and a reusable shopping bag I happened to have in my desk, I headed out on the town to the nearest pharmacy. Walking down the street I could feel the cool autumn air on my slightly damp trousers and was acutely aware of the wetness of my panties against my nether lips. I held my purse (which is rather large) in front of myself, again, just in case my wet spot was visible. I regretted not taking the time to check on the damage in the washroom but that would have taken time, and I didn’t have this luxury today. At the pharmacy I picked up a couple of other items that I needed and grabbed a pack of Goodnites. I stuffed all of these into the shipping bag and headed for the nearest public washroom. Once inside the stall, I went about changing. This was a delicate maneuver, as I needed to remove my trousers and panties without stepping on the nasty floor, or having my trousers touch the floor. I’m rather experienced at changing in stalls, so this wasn’t too difficult, but it did take some time. Once removed, I padded the crotch of my trousers dry with some toilet paper, and hung them up with the rest of my things on the hook inside of the door. Only then did I carefully remove my wet panties. As you can see, my accidents had left them soaked. I then dried myself and my panties, before balling them up and hanging them up beside my trousers. I then rummaged in the shopping bag and opened the pack of Goodnites. Can you imagine my surprise? I was expecting the classic owl or purple tiger print designs, but instead I saw purple! I almost squeed aloud. I have previously seen the new Goodnite designs online but I didn’t think they had arrived in Canada. I haven’t bought Goodnites in a while, as last time I bought some I got a big bulk box and they’ve lasted me for a while. I was looking forward to trying out the new designs but didn’t expect to get the chance any time soon. Because I didn’t want to stand around naked from the waist down, I pulled on a pair, an adorable pair with stars on them, and only then did I pull one of each of the designs out of the package and inspect them. They are adorable, I love the cupcakes. I feel like with any new Goodnite design, that I get excited about the novelty of the new design, but then quickly long for the older ones. While this may be the case, today, I was excited about the new design. I set up a quick shot for you all, to celebrate the moment (and I tossed in my wet panties just for fun). And then I hurriedly, but carefully pulled my trousers back on. Took a second to make sure the waistband of my Goodnites was not visible (it was not, my jacket would also serve as back), and then carefully put the two Goodnites I’d been inspecting back into the package and shoved it into the grocery bag (upside down so that if anyone spotted it, they would not see that it was open). I composed myself, flushed unnecessarily, and headed out. I hurried back to work, as my break had already taken much longer than usual. The rest of the day passed slowly. I was pleased I wore the Goodnite, as I had a number of other coughing fits throughout the day, and the thirsty little Goodnite caught all of the leaks. When I next visited the loo at lunch, my inspection of the Goodnites revealed that they could hold a lot more so I kept wearing them, despite the fact that I’d leaked into them about four times at this point. I experienced another few leaks in the afternoon, despite my best efforts. By the time the work day ended, I was feeling naughty, and again, decided not to change my Goodnites, but to wear them home. I was eager to get home in order to experiment with the new Goodnites! My trip home was uneventful, except given my naughty mood, when I was struck with another coughing fit upon exiting the SkyTrain station, I didn’t quite bare down as much as I normally do, and I felt a very substantial amount of pee soak into my pullup. I got home before my hubby. I ambled into the washroom to inspect the damage I had done to the Goodnite and check myself out in the mirror. As I predicted, the new Goodnites are adorable. I still don’t get why they don’t make the sides the same colour as the main panel. It’s still obvious they are diapers at a glance, which would be unhelpful at a sleepover. Anyhow, I appreciated the view of my rather wet Goodnite, before slipping it off and snapping some pictures for you all. Anyhow, the following day (today) I wore a Goodnite from the new package under another pair of black trousers, a lavender blouse and a cardigan. This time I brought a spare Goodnite to change into a lunch, should the need arise, as well as spare panties and pads. Unfortunately, this dang cough has been lingering and I needed to change at lunch and was pretty damp when I got home. I also wore Goodnites to bed these past two nights, mostly because I’ve woken up coughing a couple of times and didn’t want to wet the bed, or my hubby, but also because of the novelty of the new Goodnites. I gushed about them to my hubby when he got home, but he doesn’t quite appreciate these things, well not right away. He did get himself all kinds of laid later in the evening. Anyhow, I’m going to wear to work for the rest of the week just to be safe and then I’ll see how things are going. I hope you enjoyed my experience. If you want to show some love, you are always invited to order a pair of my dirty panties. And yes, I do still have the pair from this story! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best, Rach
  15. Wow, I haven’t written about an experience in a while. Sorry about that, life’s been pretty busy I guess. Well, I’ve got a couple of longer ones, but here’s a shorter thing that happened to me today! So there’s a bad flu going around and I think I caught it this week. Or at least, I’ve got some kind of cough. It developed a couple of days ago, and has been getting worse. In addition to feeling stuffy, I’ve also been leaking basically every time I cough! This has led to a good number of leaks over the course of the past few days. It’s worse when I’m standing up, and I can reduce the damage if I’m sitting with my legs crossed firmly. If I happen to be caught standing up when I feel a cough coming on, I quick cross of the legs sometimes helps, but not always. And I’ve also noticed that it doesn’t seem to matter if my bladder is full or if I just went pee, I am still leaking a decent sized squirt into my panties with every cough. Now most of you will know I run a side business where I sell my dirty panties online, and it’s been a busy month with lots of orders. This means that I can’t always just slap a pad into my panties and go about my day with protection on, as otherwise I’d have some unhappy customers. Earlier in the week I was wearing a pair of panties for a customer and ended up soaking them pretty good while padding about the house in my gray tights. Fortunately the customer wanted the panties wet, and I was at home. Today, I was finally done prepping panties for customers, so I could wear a pad. I’m glad I did. The coughing has got a little worse (but otherwise I’m feeling ok), and I had already soaked the pad I was wearing before I left the SkyTrain to get to work. By noon I had already changed my pad 3 times (basically after every two coughing fits), and I was starting to run low on pads. I rationed myself in the afternoon and only changed my pad once, but it was my last one. I pulled it out before leaving for the day, as it was rather saddened, and braved going pad-less on the way home. I was wearing dark trousers and it was pouring rain, so I thought I’d be ok. I was doing pretty good actually, until I left the SkyTrain for my walk home. I had just left the station when a wave of coughs caught up with me, and I didn’t cross my legs. The result was a very tangible squirt of pee soaking my panties. I used my purse to cover my crotch and surreptitiously felt if it had gone through my trousers. It had not, and I hurried home to change. This was the result: Anyhow, more stories to come, and to all my Canadian friends, don’t forget to vote! Best, Rach p.s. If you want to order your own pair, here's my website and you know how to get in touch! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  16. Tonight has been the most thrilling and unexpected wetting I've ever had. Seeing as i had just woken up and was really desperate i thought i'd start a hold. It started by posting a live hold asking if anybody wanted to control my bladder and seeing as i was already quite desperate, i wanted to challenge myself to see how long i could last! After about 30 minutes of me posting in the Live thread, i started to need to go badly. Like REALLY badly. But i was still determined to hold on and give it my best shot. I went to my wardrobe and got the tightest jeans i had. They were navy blue, skin tight jeans which i fount out was a size to small and that's why i had never worn them. This would be perfect for a hold i thought, if i was to have an accident then it wouldn't matter and i could just throw them away if the damage was too bad. After about 5 minutes struggling to put them on, i got in my car and drove to my secret wetting location that i like to do in public. Although it was nearly 1 am, i still get a thrill knowing that somebody could see, or that i could get caught. Little did i know what was going to happen later on! After driving for about 10 minutes to my secret spot, i pulled into the country lane lay by to find 2 cars parked up with people inside. My luck. At this point it was starting to get unbearable and knowing that I've got to hold it, made everything ten times worse. I quickly drove around trying to find another spot, i started to feel myself leak as a wet patch started to form on my tight skin jeans. I managed to gain control and stop before flooding my car. A few minutes later i fount a dirt path which lead to a dead end with a gate at the bottom. I quickly reversed into the spot, and turn my car off. I stepped out of my car to assess the damage. I had leaked more than i had thought. As soon as i had took the picture, my bladder gave way. I started gushing into my jeans and i couldn't stop it, the stream ran straight down my legs with speed as i quickly tried to take my shoes off. i felt it spread like a wild fire, all down my legs into my socks. It felt so good. I just stood there as i watched my jeans get darker and darker with the warm piss running down my jeans. It was really cold outside which made it even better. You could see the steam coming off my jeans! After i was done, i stood there whilst i had a cigarette, Trying to keep the feeling of the warmth while it lasted. After my cigarette, i got changed and placed my dripping, pee soaked jeans into a bag and into the trunk of my car. I went and got in my car and sat there whilst looking on my phone. All of a sudden a bright like caught the attention in the corner of my eye. It was a car coming down the country lane. As the car got closer, i noticed it was a police car. My heart stopped. This sudden tsunami of fear engulfed me. I froze. The police car slowly drove by and stopped just after my car. I started to panic and felt my face go red. I was praying they didn't get out and search my car to find the newly pissed soaked jeans in my trunk. My heart felt although it was in my throat. The Police car then reversed, and pulled in front of mine. I pretended that i had just woken up from his blinding headlights shining through my car to make it less suspicious. It felt like the light was shining through my soul at this point, knowing that if they search my car there going to find my mess. After about 5 seconds of the police car facing me and them having a good look at whom is inside, They reversed and drove off. I could not believe it. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I sat there for about 10 seconds until i seen them take the corner and out of sight. I quickly started my car and drove in the opposite direction as fast as i could. I drove like i was in a scene from The Fast And Furious. When i finally reached home, i sat in my car and laughed. I've never been that close to being caught and out of all the people it was the police. I lit up another cigarette to calm my nerves and just give me time to take in what had happened. Whilst having the cigarette, i let out a little pee in my sweatpants as a reward Hope you guys liked the story! I'm sure i wont forget this one.
  17. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  18. When Sosha’s latest eBay purchase results in Alisha peeing her pants, Alisha questions its safety in this sexy wetting video. Tired of Alisha always getting to the toilet first, resulting in embarrassing wetting accidents, Sosha has come up with an innovative revenge plot. She has ordered a device from the internet, a kind of ray-gun that causes one’s victim to suddenly become overwhelmingly desperate to pee. The effect is variable, but at its maximum setting, it promises to cause a full, uncontrollable, accident within just ten seconds. After showing off the device to our camera, Sosha creeps up on Alisha. Without warning, she fires the Bad Blaster Bladder Buster and the effect is instantaneous. Immediately Alisha jumps to her feet, grabbing at her crotch, about to burst. Only a moment earlier she didn’t need to pee at all, but now she is suddenly so desperate she can’t move for fear of wetting herself. Seconds later, it happens; She completely floods her pants as Sosha gleefully watches. Upon relieving herself in her jeans, Alisha reacts with confusion about what just happened. She doesn’t understand how she so quickly got so desperate to pee and had such a significant accident out of nowhere. It is then that Sosha reveals her gadget to Alisha. Alisha questions if such a thing is even possible, but Sosha points out that it obviously worked. Furstrated, Alisha goes off to change her pants, leaving Sosha to contemplate new uses for her new toy. bladder buster tease.mp4
  19. I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.
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  22. Today, I was feeling naughty at work so I decided to wet my panties, just a little. The problem was that by the time I decided I was going to do it, I was already pretty desperate. The more I had to pee the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got, the more peeing in my panties at worked seemed like a good idea. It would just be a tiny little patch, right? Wrong! I tried to relax enough to let out a small amount. I was nervous so I had to really intensely focus on opening my pelvic muscles...which felt so freaking good...And, well, it worked, a nice strong spurt came out and I was thrilled. It was perfect. I felt the wetness spreading out across my panties and that lovely feeling of it pooling under my bottom...and that's when I realized I was actually still peeing and had never stopped. If I'd stopped I wouldn't be sitting in a slowly growing puddle. The stream hadn't stopped, it had just turned into a small dribble. I wet my chair a fair bit before I was able to finally really stop it. I was so embarrassed and turned on. It was so hard not to start touching myself (aside from a few playful grasps of my wet cunt that I couldn't resist). Fortunately, no one found out as there weren't many people in today. After I cleaned up I went into the bathroom and took a couple pictures to share.
  23. Might as well repost this one, too, even though it was only translated by me. It's a story from a Norwegian pee fetish forum. My English translation was originally posted here. Hey, I am a 24 year old girl, and the other day was one of the most embarrassing things I have ever experienced. I work at a perfume shop on the ground floor of a mall, and today I had a stylist appointment on the third floor at three o' clock, and I had talked to my collegue who was to relieve me at three o' clock and arranged for her to arrive 15 minutes earlier. I had to pee so bad, but I was alone from 11-15 and had no chance to go to the bathroom, and the girl who was to relieve me was stuck in traffic and only arrived at about two minutes to three. I had to pee so bad, but I figured it'd be okay, and I had to get to the stylist on time, so I ran there and sat in the chair to cut and dye my hair. Eventually I was almost done, and I thought "finally, 'cause now I'm close to peeing myself". But when the stylist had rinsed out the dye she said she would have to do it again, and when I sat there with that heat thing on my head I felt that I got close to losing it several times, I even did lose it once, but it was just a couple droplets. But when I was done and got up I felt it, "I'm peeing myself any minute, I'll just have to pay and run for the bathroom". And when I stood there and tried to pay there was something wrong with their card machine, and I stood there hopping from foot to foot and holding myself. Then the stylist went to get another girl to ask her for help. And then it happened, it just gushed out! I had zero control, I had tight pale stonewashed jeans and winter boots on so it wasn't a problem for anyone to see what happened, and there were probably a thousand people at the mall. There was so much pee coming out, I never think I've peed so much in my life. It dripped down from my crotch and onto the floor, it gushed like a waterfall up along my buttocks and down my tights, and out between the zippers of my boots. My boots got so soaked it sounded like a wet sponge when I walked. And I had to stand there until that other girl showed up, and they couldn't get the machine to work, so I had to go all the way through the mall to find a cash point with soaked pants! Then I had to go pay, then I had to go to the custodian for a bucket and mop to dry the huge puddle I'd left by the cash register at the stylist. Then I had to go through the mall and across the market, through the town to the bus terminal and then get on the bus home, and then I wet myself again on the ride home. It wasn't deliberate, but since I was already soaking wet in and on my pants and in my panties it just came by itself, it was like it was just okay with my body. So on the bus home and from the bus stop I spurted repeatedly all the way. To be honest, though, I have never felt so embarrassed but also so free simultaneously, and it was lovely! But the weird thing is, my body has kinda grown used to it, so the past four days I've awoken in the morning and felt that I have wet the bed . Plus I have wet myself once on the bus too, it's like I have no control over my bladder anymore, even though I know I do... has anyone else experienced this after an accident? There you go, hope you enjoyed! It's translated very directly from Norwegian, so the 'tone' is probably a bit different from what you're used to, but hope you enjoy nonetheless .
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    SAVE $3 on the last 3 Stephanie comics by purchasing them all together here as Volume 3 of the series. Several of these later stories she posted were of times she came just short of an embarrassing incident, unlike the ones where she ended up being seen by friends and others. But nonetheless they give her the same intense rushes. In "For Amanda V", Stephanie tells another young lady on ToiletStool about the tipping point for her and accidents, when losing control became something of a turn-on for her. As she explained before, she can handle holding it in and occasionally derives some pleasure from it, so she watches a movie until the very end despite her bursting bladder's protests. Stephanie assumes being a grown woman will let her reach the toilet without incident, but she's held it too long and a stuck zipper results in her peeing jeans just a foot from her toilet. And while the mix of feelings give her a special joy down there, it's short-lived by the mess on the bathroom floor and all over her pants. And it's made worse when her mom comes home a little earlier than expected! And if that's a close call, wait til you read "Another Accident" and "A Graduation Story." The former involves a large leak that occurs during her retail shift thanks to a sneeze, and the latter speaks for itself as she struggles to make it after holding herself during a long graduation ceremony. The low-resolution copies of the 49 combined pages are still labeled in chronological order if you have a big folder for the entire Stephanie collection, but the high-resolution versions are labeled according to the pages of ToiletStool's archive they're filed on. This is because I skipped one that lands between "For Amanda V" and "Another Accident" that I simply had to save until last. You can still buy this collection now however and then add "Traffic Jam" in when it drops near the end of the year. Or you could wait for the ultimate set that will include ALL 10 comics in the series for one big deal - I leave that up to you guys. I want to give my audience as many options as possible for your continued enjoyment of my work, and want to thank you for sticking with me during this epic journey illustrating Stephanie's wettings. There's one left, and in the meantime you have plenty of other stories in my shop to check out starring Stephanie and plenty of other desperate young ladies! The original text for these stories can be found on the following web pages: https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzc.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzo.htm https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbzt.htm

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