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  1. Kijuro just likes pleasing the skunk boys out there, turns out she's into these stuff much more than the guys. Thanks to Kijuro for the art
  2. The young gardener Julie was just relaxing in the back yard on a sunny Saturday. She had no school today, so the 17-year old had a day off. She wore a simple black sleeveless top, covering her back and belly completely until the point where her tight dark-green skirt, with slightly lighter matching panties beneath them, began. She lay on a garden lounger, reading a book in the sun. She let her light-red, wavy hair hang loose, and it hung just below her shoulders. This was a nice chance to get some color on her legs, as her skirt only covered the upper part of her legs; it went a little more than halfway down to her knees. She was only 5’2 tall, and had a slightly sportive look over her. As it was a hot day, she had refilled her bottle of water several times, but had not needed the toilet since breakfast (at 12pm, as she slept in on her day off) because of the heat. “Honey, we’re going to your uncle and aunt to check on their new car, do you want to join us?” her mother shouted from the back door, at 3 pm. Julie did not really like her uncle and aunt. Also, she was much too relaxed and her book was too good to stop reading just now. “I’d rather not, I don’t really care for their car and this book is too exciting” she answered. “Alright, but you should check on your garden too, it’s getting weedy” her mother said. “You should do it today, it’s the only day you have no other obligations.” Her mother was right to point this out; Julie had planned to do it today, as she had neglected it a bit over the last weeks. It had rained just enough not to water the plants (although the ground was dry now, the weather forecast predicted rain on Sunday), so they did not need that, and none of the fruits were ready harvest just yet. Julie loved gardening, as the only person in her family. She would have loved it more to have a yard fully overgrown with trees and plants with just some small paths between, to simulate nature as much as possible, but as she was the only person in her family that even liked nature. The rest of her family only wanted plants in the yard on one condition; it should be orderly and functional, or they would pave everything around the house. As Julie felt this was better than nothing at all, she had agreed to their terms. This also meant she was responsible for keeping it orderly, as her parents and her brother could not care less. “I’ll do it today, don’t worry” was Julie’s answer. “Okay, we’ll probably be back around 7. We’ll order some Chinese on the way home, so you don’t have to worry about that. Bye honey!” “Bye mom!” Julie watched them walk towards the car, and continued reading while they drove away. She was instantly focused on her book again, turning page after page. About half an hour later, her 15 year old brother Jeremy suddenly disrupted her flow. “Julie, I’m going over to Alan’s so we can play some multiplayer games on the PC!” “Whatever, nerd. Just be home in time for dinner” Julie answered, wanting to get back to her book as soon as possible. “I’m not a nerd! Everyone does it!” “Yeah, all your friends” Julie sighed. “But -” “Bye Jeremy” she cut him short. She just wanted to read undisturbed. Jeremy walked away without saying anything. Julie refilled her bottle of water again, as she had lost her concentration now anyways. She set an alarm to stop reading after an hour, so she could tend the garden. Meanwhile she had taken some big gulps of water already. “Hmmm, I’m still thirsty, but I don’t like all that tasteless water” she thought, as she downed the rest of the bottle and refilled it with soda. After this, she continued reading. An hour later, her alarm went off. By now, she felt her bladder was filling slowly. “At this rate, I’ll need the toilet next week” she thought. Her soda now had no bubbles anymore, as she had forgotten about it because of the book. She now realized how thirsty she was, and downed the bottle before refilling it with water again, and downing that one too. “I’ll start tending the garden after this chapter.” However, an hour and a half later she realized she was almost at the end of the next chapter. After this realization, she instantly felt a twitch in her bladder and as a reflex she put her right hand (which was not holding her book) under her skirt, riding it up and exposing her panties a bit. She was still in complete control, and quickly got her hand away from her private parts and reorganized her skirt, afraid someone could see her some way. The pressure on her bladder muscles went away instantly. “Ah, my bladder is a bit fuller than I thought, but not that full yet. I can hold it much longer than this,” she knew for a fact. “I’ll use the bathroom after I got the weed out of the garden.” She put her book away, quenched her thirst with some more water and got her gardening tools out of the shed. She squatted down to get to the weeds, moving around carefully between her plants, cautious not to step on them. She exposed her panties a bit for someone viewing from the right angle, as her butt was now lower than her knees, and it is hard to keep your legs together while weeding in that position, and her skirt had ridden up. She did not care for this, as there was probably no one watching her; the nearest house was too far away to make out her panties anyway, and this way she could work the fastest, she knew from experience, and her clothes would not touch the dirt. The negative part was she put extra pressure on her bladder like this. “But I can still hold it, and this way I’ll get to use the bathroom faster” she thought. Halfway through however, she noticed her bladder filling up faster than she expected, so she decided to work a bit faster. Wanting to finish faster than she should, she made a step that was just a little too big. She did not prepare for the unexpected extra hit her bladder had to endure. Her muscles loosened for a moment, and Julie gasped; she quickly put her left hand between her legs and clenched all her muscles again with al her might as she felt a spurt of urine rushing through her urethra and into her dark green panties, darkening them some more, wetting and warming her crotch. She immediately recognized the familiar warmth; it was more than 2 years ago, but it still felt good. She remembered how she used to hold it on purpose and how she had some accidents because of that, and most prominently; how it felt to just let it pour into your panties, wearing pants or skirts over them or just nothing but panties; sitting on a chair or standing up, running for the toilet or in her bed; the old feelings came back. She used to experiment with this after she found out she got sexually aroused by a full bladder when she was 13, when she soaked her pants waiting in line for the toilet after watching a movie in the cinema. She remembered how it had felt, giving up and feeling her bladder exploding in her cotton panties before the warm sensation spread everywhere within a few seconds, and how she walked back to the car in squeaking shoes from her pee. She did not completely understand at the time, but it had felt good, and after that she peed herself more and more. But by the time she was 15, she had started to wet the bed sometimes when she did not mean to do it, and had 3 public accidents within 2 weeks, her parents had caught her clearly wetting herself on purpose twice and she realized she could not go on like this. She stopped wetting herself intentionally and after 3 months her accidents had stopped, and she has never wet herself since. Until now, more than 2 years after her last accident, where she had wet herself in the bus on the way back from school just before her stop, soaking the back of the short dress she wore and getting laughed at by the whole bus, and by the whole school the next day. Back to reality; Julie realized she was rubbing the small wet spot between her legs quite obviously remembering this, after having ignored those feelings for 2 years. She regained control over her body and her thoughts, and moved her skirt a bit to check on the damage she had done; her panties were clearly darkened, but only between her legs. She had not let that much go, and she had regained control now. Just a little bit more careful with the rest of the garden, and she should make it, trying to ignore what just happened. She continued weeding, now taking small steps at a time with her skirt again as straight as it could be. After a few minutes, the pressure on her bladder muscles seemed to increase a lot faster than it did before. After a while, she could only hold it by constantly moving her legs, making it even harder to hold it since both her legs hit her bladder with every movement they made. The constantly increasing pressure brought back the feelings she had a few seconds ago, and in a moment of weakness she allowed another spurt to escape. She stayed in control all the while, but she immediately regretted this move. This one felt about as big as the last one, and soaked her panties a little bit further down her butt and now she really had to focus all her energy on holding her pee back, and she still had about 5 minutes of work, but was not sure she could make it through that anymore now. Her muscles were starting to hurt. Julie could barely move anymore. “I hope I can maintain control until the pressure subsides, then I can finish weeding without needing the bath-gasp!” Her thoughts were interrupted by a big wave of pressure, and she could not hold it all back. As hard as she tried, as hard as she clenched her muscles, it slowly dribbled through. “Alright, I should be able to hold it standing up, so I’m going to make a run for the bathroom” she thought, as she felt the slow dribble wetting her panties and even reaching the point where they met with her skirt, making a small part of her butt cheeks warm and wet as well as re-warming her privates. She was in ecstasy, suddenly realizing this was the greatest feeling she ever felt; she could not control her bladder in this position anymore, and did not feel like adjusting her position anymore; no one was home, and no one could see her like this! She parted her legs a bit, and put her hand under her skirt and on her panties; the feeling of her small trickle of pee going in her panties felt so great on her hand, and the slow rubbing against her clit through her wet panties felt even better, while she protected the front of her skirt from getting wet by lifting it up as far as she could, making it tighter around the back. She was in heaven as she felt the warmth spreading over her butt, feeling the pee seeping through her panties, wetting her skirt. She could not take it anymore; she gave up. Just a moment later her bladder started to empty itself vigorously, now only being held back by the already soaked fabric of Julie’s panties. Multiple streams started to fall from the lowest part of her skirt onto the dirt between the strawberry plants and the raspberries; she was now having a complete accident, while she could have chosen to still make it to the toilet, rubbing her own privates while doing so. This made her feel extra naughty. With the stream dying down, she got to her climax; she rubbed herself like she never did before, and had an orgasm of the likes she had never felt before. It felt much better than anything a vibrator or a boy could ever do to her; she would never need drugs if simply wetting herself would be enough to experience the ultimate feelings of joy. After her heavenly feelings faded, a dripping sound coming from her butt was all that remained. Julie sat there, trying to get her breath back, as the dripping slowly stopped too. Afterwards she walked in through the back door of the house, and checked herself in the mirror; there was a big round spot on the back of her skirt, just not reaching the lower edge of her skirt and still keeping the top of her skirt dry, but expanding to both sides as far as her outer thighs. Then she saw the clock; it’s almost 7! She could never get herself cleaned up in time, and if she just changed into clean clothes her parents would notice she wore something else, and her mother would surely notice it while doing laundry; how was she going to explain she had wet herself at the age of 17, at her own house while there was a toilet within 10 meters of her all the time? She walked back to the yard in panic, and saw another problem; there was an obvious wet spot in the otherwise dry field, just before the small part that still had weeds. It would be obvious she had let it go on purpose this way, she thought. Then she had a revelation; “There is only one way to solve this,” she thought. She pulled out the last weeds as fast as she could, and quickly filled a big watering can and started to water all the plants. Within a few minutes, the whole field was soaked. Now the location was covered, but she was still a 17 year old girl who obviously wet herself. She heard the car of her parents coming on the driveway, and the only thing she could do was to make sure they thought she had an accident, rather than thinking she was wetting herself on purpose again. Luckily she never empties her bladder completely when she pees herself, and she filled her bottle of water again, placed herself back on the garden lounger, poured half of the water down her panties, wetting her panties and skirt again. She put the half-empty bottle down on the ground, laid her book open on her stomach and pretended to sleep, as she could feel her need to pee increasing again because of the water flowing down her skirt and dripping on the ground right under her. She relaxed completely and her now cold crotch started to warm up once again; she felt the warmth spreading to her butt again, eliminating the uncomfortable feel she got from the water. There was still more in her bladder than she had thought, as once again there were 2 or 3 thick streams falling from her body onto the ground, and she even tricked herself in dozing of a little, feeling satisfied, as her parents entered the house without first checking the back yard. A few minutes later, as Julie still lay there peacefully half-sleeping with pee dripping down to the ground, she was awoken by her mother. “Julie! Julie! Wake up honey, you’ve had an accident!” Julie woke up drowsy, rubbing her eyes, pretending not to understand. “You have wet yourself in your sleep, Julie” Julie faked her surprise, but her mother seemed to buy it; “What…? Huh? Oh no! No! I’m so sorry, mom! Oh my God, I don’t know what happened, I was drinking a lot because it was so hot and I must have dozed off,” Julie said, playing it so well even a tear formed in her left eye, rolling down her cheek, with more tears welling up behind it. “You don’t need to explain to me,” her mother said as she put an arm around Julie, “accidents can happen to anyone. Just get yourself sorted out before dinner, okay.” Some more tears started to roll down her eyes, and she mumbled some more apologies and got up, with her head looking redder than her hair. She walked up the stairs to see her brother had arrived too. He had a look of surprise on his face, as he saw his big sister rushing by in a soaked skirt and tears rolling down her face, almost as if she had wet herself like she used to do some years ago. Julie got out of her panties and skirt and put them over a chair in her room, and got a pair of cotton white panties and a blue polyester pair of short shorts, after which she walked, bottom naked, towards the bathroom, her brother still watching in disbelief. In the bathroom, she washed her face under the faucet. After drying it off, a big smile appeared. She had gotten away with it – she had an accident on purpose again, like she used to do, it had felt better than ever and everyone thought she had an accident and no one blamed her. She stepped into the shower, put the showerhead between her legs after it had achieved the right temperature, and she washed her legs, her butt and her privates, which resulted, as she had anticipated, in a second orgasm, thinking of what had just happened. After she dried off, she put on her panties and shorts again and went down into the living room, sat herself down and trying not to smile as nobody mentioned the incident over dinner.
  3. "How could it have come to this?!" Zelda thought to herself as she raced down the corridors of her castle. It had been a quick and decisive defeat for the Hyrulean forces guarding the castle's outer defenses. An army of these vile twilight beasts had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and quickly overran the walls, taking the Soldiers by surprise. After the walls fell, the courtyard quickly followed suit, now the Twilight forces were surrounding the inner keep, it was only going to be a matter of time before they broke in. As the Princess, it was now up to Zelda to defend her people, and protect the realm of Hyrule. But how? In a matter of hours, her army had been crushed, and her castle all but toppled. The situation seemed hopeless. Zelda could already feel the fear building in the back of her mind as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She leaned against the cold stone walls of the castle corridor, and gasped for air. While recovering, Zelda became aware of another urgent situation...she needed to pee! The assault on the castle began without warning, thus granting no chances for a restroom break. "We must keep moving, Your Grace!" the royal guard Captain shouted, "We have to get you to the final protective line before the keep doors fall!" This jolted Zelda back into reality, she quickly pushed the thoughts of her full bladder to the back of her mind and pressed onward through the next set of doors. The guards barred the doors behind them. After some more breathless running, Zelda and her guard escort finally reached the throne room, the last line of defense. While running, they had heard many horrible noises from down below, it was apparent that the keep doors had fallen, and the Twilight forces were working their way through the remaining Hyrulean ranks. But now...now all was quiet. Zelda peered towards the large throne room doorway anxiously, a feeling of despair settling into the pit if her stomach. The calm before the storm truly was the worst. The dread sat heavy in the air, it could almost be physically felt. As she waited for the inevitable final assault, Zelda had nothing to draw her mind away from her desperate need to use the toilet, it was becoming painful now, as it had been hours since she was last able to relieve herself. Zelda wanted to sit down upon the throne, to relieve some pressure, but the nearness of the upcoming battle made her too anxious to do so. Instead, Zelda merely crossed her legs while standing, pressing her thighs together. She hoped her predicament wasn't noticable since everything was being covered by her white dress anyway, and her Soldiers were all transfixed on the doorway. At this point, Zelda did not know what to hope for, she was so desperate for relief, but there was no chance of that in their current circumstances, something had to change, and the only way for that to change would be the inevitable storming of the throne room. The chances that the few remaining Soldiers would be victorious against the onslaught were slim to none, and Zelda knew it. So, as desperately as she needed to pee, she also desperately wished to stall against the attack upon the throne room. "I-I can't hold this any longer." Zelda thought to herself as her knees began to buckle. "N-no! I can hold on! I am the Princess of Hyrule, and I will not have the disgrace of peeing myself added to my defeat! I cannot let myself be remembered as the Princess who cowered in fear and shame in her last moments..." 'Her last moments...' the words sounded so surreal, as she turned them over in her mind. It had not yet dawned on Zelda that these truly could be her last moments, she may very well be waiting for her death. The thought of this brought even more fear to her mind. Not cowardly or irrational fear, but true black fear, despair.... This made Zelda's knees buckle even more, and her urethra start to lose control for a brief moment. A very small amount of urine escaped, creating a tiny wet patch in Zelda's white, silky panties, she let out a quiet, but audible moan at this. Fighting with every fiber if her body, Zelda quickly regained her control and composure. Suddenly, Zelda's ears were filled with a loud hiss as black fog poured into the room and started to engulf the Soldiers' palisades. The room again fell silent as the Soldiers braced themselves. Again, the silence was shattered as the fiendish Twilight beasts scuttled out of the shadows and towards the Soldiers. They were large creatures, yet their movements made little noise, and resembled those of a cockroach scurrying towards a pile of refuse. The battle was over as soon as it started. The shadow beasts moved with an unnatural speed and overwhelmed the Soldiers. And that's when she finally saw him...Zant. He was the Twilight King, or something of that nature, Zelda didn't know what exactly he called himself, she knew almost nothing about her enemy. Yet, here he was, an enemy she did not know even existed a day ago was now in her throne room, marching towards her, with the bodies of her slain Soldiers scattered around them. Zelda gulped hard. "It is time for you to choose, surrender or die..." Zant said. "Oh yes, a question for all the land and people of Hyrule.... Life or death?!" Only two of Zelda's guards now remained, standing to her right and left. They both looked at her, hinging upon her answer. The fear and the hopelessness of the situation overtook Zelda at this moment and made her muscles completely release. She stood there quivering from the strain of trying not to lose control, but it was far too late. Hot pee was soaking through her panties and cascading down her legs, drenching her stockings and filling her boots. The sound was quite audible, and the puddle forming beneath her was visible to both her guards and to Zant. Zelda's face had gone white, she choked on her words and could not speak. All Zelda could do was merely drop her sword to the floor in defeat, the sword hit the floor with a clank and a splash as it landed in her pee puddle. Surrender was the only way that she and her subjects could survive. She had already disgraced herself in battle, there was no need to sacrifice more lives for the sake of pride. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  4. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  5. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  6. Introduction: Hi! This is sort of my first fiction I've ever written. Probably the longest text I've ever written that wasn't school related. I appologise in advance. English is like my third language, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be, and even in my own language my story-telling skills suck. If you liked it, that is great. If you didn't like it, please write something that is good then, and share it with our whole community to enjoy! Margaret's biggest in awhile: Margaret stood at the check out line of the grocery store in her local shopping mall. To her fellow shoppers her pose might have come of as a causual feminine stand, there she was behind her almost full cart with her left foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. The truth was, she wasn't concious about it, she just tried to gather her thoughts on what she had picked up and if she had forgotten something. Normally when Margaret went to the store, it was like top 5 things she had to pick up, but tonight was abit out of the ordinary. About a week ago, she had gotten a WhatsApp-message from her old roommate from Universty, Christina, wich she actually hadn't met in person since, what had it been now, 10 months, when they graduated last June. They were besties and all that, but after finishing their degrees they had both gotten a job back in their respective home towns, wich was sadly in quite a distance from each other. Margaret majored in bio engeneering, her friend in cardiology. After abit of texting last week, Christina had said that she had a whole weekend off this week, and as she worked as a hospital nurse that really didn't happen very often. Margaret had been quick to suggest that her friend come stay over at her place for the whole weekend. If Christina traveled up on Friday, Margaret could likely dish up a late night dinner for them. Saturday they could check out the nightlife in town, and Sunday they could just chill out at home before Christina had to travel back in the evening. Both had agreed that this was a fantastic idea, no one knew how long it would be till the next opportunity arose, it could be another 10 months, so they decided to just do it. This is why Margaret was standing at the check out line with an unusually loaded cart this particular Friday afternoon. It was after work rush hour, and on a Friday, you can imagine the stores were quite crowded. The line felt like it had lasted forever. But finally! The person right infront of Margaret was now the one being serviced at the register, so she took a step forward, gently stroaked her wawy brown hair behind her ears and started loading her items on to the counter. Vegetables, taco shells, spices, extra toilet paper, meat, some toast bread, a couple of cases with beer and a box of red wine (hey, no one care how sophisticated it is, as long as it gives you a buzz, right). She had planned to "surprise" Christina with tacos, it's what they used to have every Friday for the 5 years they used to live together. By the time Margaret had unloaded her cart the guy in front of her had finished, so she stepped forward to the register, asked for 5 plastic bags, paid, then walked to the end of the counter and started loading the groceries into the bags. While standing there, her right leg now sort of migrated to the same possition her left leg was in earlier. Foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. Any boys who might have walked by could also have noticed that her big shapely buttocks seemed to be alittle tighter than normal, as if she were flexing them abit. The truth was, she really needed to use a restroom quite badly, and this was her body's practically subconcious way of relieving some pressure off of her pelvic muscles. Margaret was of course aware of this need, but she paid very little attention to it, and at 8/10 it's not like it was an emergency yet. She straigtened her right foot and put it down on the floor so that she stood there with her legs sort of loosely crossed over her calfs while she finished packing up her things. Five bags ready, she had to reposition her fingers a few times to catch a good grip on it, it was heavy, but with about equal weight in both hands this should be fine, and she started walking out of the check out area, into the main alleyway of the shopping mall, and towards the front entrence. Margaret was quite a sight on any day, with her volupteous curves, but walking down the mall this day with heavy bags in both her arms, and trying to keep her shoulders straight, it kind of accentuated her large breasts, that wabbled alittle bit with each step she took. She herself was not very confident with her body, all her friends were much slimmer, she thought she looked like a plump hippo, big boobs, a round buttom, and most of all she hated how her belly would sort of fold over the edge of her jeans/pants when she was sitting or bending. (Stupid girl, no one's stomack is flat when they are sitting down, she looked gorgeous). As she passed the restrooms, she shook her head to one side in an attempt to get one stubborn wawy brown hair lock out of her face. Her lovely blue eyes shot a longing look over her shoulder at the lady's sign in the short moments after she passed her last opportunity to go before getting home. It was too much of a hassle to get in there with all these bags, so without hesitation she continued out to the parking lot, and found her car. Under normal circumstances she might even have considered stopping by the toilets for a quick pee, but not with all the bags, and she actually needed to do alot more than a neat little pee. It was however her bladder that kept nagging her the most though. She hadn't peed since lunch break, wich wasn't uncommon for her, she never peed inbetween luch break and upon getting home, but this day the shopping had taken longer than anticipated, and she could now feel her bladder press in her lower stomach area. Of course the shopping could've been done any of the previous 5 days, but Margaret had it with procrastinating everything. In the middle of the parking lot she halted for half a minute or so, partially so she could put down her bags and stretch her fingers, but equally much so she could cross her legs and bend over a little bit. It was quite bad, Margaret hadn't had to go this bad in several months. Her dark blue jeans were like painted on, skin tight, and kept pushing right around her waste line, and it didn't help that her intestines put pressure on her bladder from the inside either. Pooping was never something clockwork and regular for Margaret, she went number two maybe every other day or so, and it was usually one or two solid logs, but the consistency depended alot on what she had eaten. It was one of these big solid regular movements that was now filling her bowels, and making that extra pressure on her balloon of pee behind her uthrea. After renewing her grip of her shopping bags, she continued to her car. A few meters before she reached the old rusty Toyota that she called her car, she let rip this long muffled fart. She could feel the warmth linger in her bikini panties while it slowly seeped through the fabric. It lessened the pressure on her bladder ever so slightly. "Fuck, I really don't wanna piss myself today!" Margaret thought as she reached her Toyota, and opened the back door in order to put in her groceries. Soon she would be in the privacy of her own car, that could only make it easier to hold herself. Even if she did loose a few spurts on the drive home, it wouldn't be a big deal, no one would see it, and it was far from the first time her driver's seat had been dampened by urine. She just didn't want it to happen today. Today was going to be a good day, Christina was coming. Besides, she had been doing so good lately, not even dribbled in her underwear in atleast 3 weeks, and she didn't want to break that possitive chain. You see, Margaret kind of had a habbit of never going to the toilet untill it was absolutely necessary, not because she despiced using public facillities or something, but more because she couldn't be bothered, and always tended to overestimate how easy it would be to hold it and just go at a later stage. It wasn't rare for Margaret to first head to the toilet after she had felt a few dribbles in her panties, or after she had started turtleheading. This, understandably, lead to freqent minor mishaps, and atleast a handful of times a year it would result in a full on shoe soaking and/or panty filling accident. This was not something Margaret was proud of, nor was she particularilly embarrassed about it either. It was just something that happens. Most of the friends she had had throughout the years had never teased her over it, some would be sympathetic, others would try as good as possible to act oblivious about the fact that their friend had just had an accident. Christina was one of the few that actually aknowledged it, she would kind of lightheartedly try to laugh and joke it off whenever it happened infront of her, and boy had it happened infront of her many times during the years they lived together. About every time they were coming home from a party, or just a long school day or something, Margaret would sprint ahead as soon as their apartment block was in sight, and by the time Christina made it inside and was taking off her jacket and shoes, Margaret would sheepishly emerge from the bathroom and head to her bedroom with a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on her jeans or dress. Other times Christina would come in to a pungent smell in the hallway, and hear the shower running. But back to this day, all this was to say that Margaret was no stranger to having accidents. She just really really didn't want to start of this great weekend with a big cleanup, even though the urgency of her needs more and more started to make her realize that the inevitable was going to happen. Margaret shut the trunk, and walked up to the driver's door, crossed her legs while she opened it, and then slowly lowered her thick beautiful rounded butt into the seat. "God, I'm fucking not gonna make, again! Damn!!" Margaret thought to herself as her butt hit the seat, and the waistband and top button of her slim fit jeans dug into her lower belly, and a sharp pain became apparrent at the top of her bladder. She cursed herself for not going before she left work, this pain was too much to endure for her. Margaret was somewhat of a crybaby, if she felt any sort of pain, she would instantly start to feel tears well up in her eyes, and something tighen in the back of her throat. It was often at this stage she started leaking, partially because her muscles were too numb to hold back anymore, and partially she let it happen because it might relieve some of the pain. This was reaching that level of bad really fast. "I'm never gonna make this anyway, I might as well let out a good few spurts, this hurts, and I kinda already have to shower from this sweaty struggle of a drive home it's gonna be". The car could be cleaned. She knew from experience that if she scrubbed the seat with soapwater and let it air out, the smell of an accident would be mostly gone by 3-4 days. Actually, the center of the seat was a tiny bit discolored from all the times it had been wet, and on warm days a faint odor could almost always be smelled in this car, but not bad enough that anyone would notice unless they knew it was there. Not that it mattered, she commuted alone anyway. The Toyota gave a roar as Margaret put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and turned out of the parking lot and on to the road. Sitting down driving, it was impossible to cross her legs, so she sat with her legs normally, but her left knee were bumping up and down at a rapid pace. Suddenly the knee stopped, her left hand shot to her croth and she sqeezed her thighs together. A few droplets left her labias and trickled down her perineum towards her asshole. Then a couple of more followed the same path. Margaret could feel a tiny bit of dampness on her index and middle finger. This was no use. She put her hand back up at the steering wheel, and let her legs migrate out to a natural sitting possition. No debate was needed in her mind, a decission was made to try relieve some of this pressure. She let out one half second spurt. Then a 1 second spurt. Then another 1 second spurt. By now an area around her whole pussy and down to her asshole was covered in hot wetness. It hadn't helped anything to relieve the pain inside her though. If anything, this had only intensified the urgency. "Screw it!" Magaret said out loud to herself. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders dropped atleast a couple of centimeters when she completely relaxed her pelvic muscles. An audible hiss could be heard as the stream grew to hit her clothes with full force. Now the wetness spread out over her whole buttocks, it went up inside her groins to completely circumference her hips. Then it proceeded to wet the insides and undersides of her thighs down to the knees, some pee started to pool up between her legs, and a little bit went up her buttcrack and wet the lowest of her back. "Aaah!" she sighed, "I fucking knew I wouldn't make it, I haven't pissed myself this bad since I passed out at Jordan's party, but heck what a relief". It felt like her whole lower half was wrapped up in a warm soggy towel. But her body wasn't finished yet. As the last drops of pee made their way out, she could feel a fart brewing. Without thinking properly, Margaret just let it rip like she would do anytime she was alone. In her euphoric relief she had halfway forgotten how badly she needed to go number two too. Two days worth pressing on her sphincter. She could possibly have helt it in untill she came home, but when she let out this 3 second fart, it set the whole process in motion. The first half was like a normal rippling fart, "prrftprr". The second half of it was like when you can feel air going around a big turd inside you, and sort of seep out through a half open asshole, "ffffffff". When the fart ended, her asshole never closed, the poop was right at the edge of her ring. Margaret tried to squeeze it back inside, but moving anything upwards seemed quite impossible, and squeezing only made something shift further up in the intestines, and it hurt alot. "I gotta pinch off a nugget". This was also not something too unfamiliar for Margaret. In fact, the last time this had happened was in January. Sometimes when she helt her poop for too long, it would start to turtlehead beyound the point where it could be pressed back in, typically this would happen on her drive home, and Margaret would often just let it slide out untill it stopped agaist the seat and pinch off the end of her poop in her underwear. A golfball or two was usually enough to make her able to hold it till she could finish on the toilet, atleast if she wasn't wearing a belt, then a bit more might typically squeeze out as she fidgeted and struggled to undo her clothes. Margaret relaxed her sphincter. "A little shit won't make any difference, the seat is already drenched in piss". The head of an enormous poop started slowly sliding out, and this felt just like doing a normal poop on the toilet, untill it met resisistance, it coiled up alittle bit right around her asshole, and formed a mushroom head the size of a potato, before it stopped. This was abit more than she had anticipated, and the part that was stuck inside her ring right then was so hard that she didn't know if she could even pinch it off. Margaret squeezed with all her strength, in one big effort her face scrunched up and her knokles whitened around the steering wheel, but she was unable to clench it off. When she relaxed again to draw her breath, the poop inched alittle bit further than before, as it filled out where the squeeze had flattened some poop and created alittle room. "Christ, it's a biggie". This was a very uncomfortable, sitting there with the log half in half out, something needed to be done. She started pushing, "mhmm". The poop extended slowly, and the warm ball around her asshole grew slightly, and it stopped again. With her butt sitting down, and her skintight jeans, the poop had no place to go. She kind of bit her lower lip, pressed her back against the back of her car seat, tried to hold her feet steady while still driving, and lifted her butt off the seat. "Mmmhhrrrrmmh". Her face grimaced up, her asshole stretched to its limit, and this hot sticky pancake spread out her buttocks. "Grrrrr". Her buttcrack was packed all the way up. There was still a pretty wide part going through her asshole. She panted alittle bit, and gave a final push. "MmGrrrhmmmgrrrr". The last bit of the poop was quite abit softer and warmer, it coiled up right around her assring, and to finish it off a 3 second spurt of piss shot out and splattered all over the already soaked seat. After a few heavy sighs and alittle breathing, she slowly lowered herself down into sitting again. The poop was so hard it hardly flattened at all. It felt like she were sitting on a melon. The insides of Margaret's thighs already started to feel abit cool against her skin, as she pulled the Toyota into the main road and caught up with an SUV that were driving 10 km/h below the speed limit. "This ought to be one of the biggest craps I've ever taken on myself, glad I didn't wear a thong today, that would've been a mess", Margaret kind of nonchalantly thought to herself. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup at all, and she never ever intended to have any accidents, but when they did happen it was never a big deal to her. She just saw it as another 15 minutes before she could start dinner. "Everybody piss and shit, pretty much several times a day, sometimes alittle bit ends up up in our underwear, so what, humans make mistakes, it's life". Wich was true though, all of Margaret's friends had had atleast one accident that she knew about. Christina, whom Margaret had lived together with for 5 years, had atleast had 4 accidents that she know of. 3 times Chistina had wet her bed after a drunk party, and one time she had an upset stomach while out jogging, and did a messy load in her running tights. But nothing came close the frequency she herself had full blown accidents though, wich had to be like every two three months or so. Margaret thought nothing more of it. It wasn't strange for her at all. "I guess some people piss themselves alittle more often, just like some people grow muscles faster than others, and some people even like pineapple on pizza, we're all genetically different". From her accident, her mind soon wandered off to the rediculously slow driver infront of her, and she wondered the hell this person had gotten his license. She turned on the blinker and drove passed this lame ass car. Luckily, the rest of the 10 minute drive home went on without anything noteworthy. She pulled into the driveway of the old douplex suburbian house she could afford to buy half of when she moved back here. "Home, sweet home! Best place morgage can buy!". Margaret stopped under the roofed parking spot on her side of the house, eased herself out of the car, picked up her groceries from the back and waddled inside. By now the jeans were all cold and sticky. She left the shopping just inside the door to the kitchen, and hurried stiff legged to the bathroom. The saturated denim clung to Margaret's shapely thighs, and left a glistening shine on her upper legs as the pants were pulled off on the bathroom floor, then she hung her jeans over the edge of the laundry hamper to dry, and she could put on a wash after she had prepared the dinner. Now she squatted above the toilet, pulled down her heavily loaded bikini panties just enough to flip it around and dump the load, then she stepped into the shower with her panties still around her thighs to start the procedure of cleaning herself up. .....................................................................................Thanks alot for reading!.................................................................................................................................................
  7. Every summer we take a family vacation to get away and have some fun. This summer we went to Louisiana to visit some family and rented a house on the river. As always it was a great time. One night we went to an early dinner at a nice seafood restaurant. I got a really good spicy gumbo which was delicious. As we finished and were leaving I felt my stomach rumble a little. I thought of running to the bathroom but figured we would be at the house soon and would feel better going there. On the way home my sister wanted to stop and see where the bar we were going to go to later was. I should have said no but it was on the way home so kept my mouth closed. It took us a little bit to find it and when we did my mom pulled in and my sister jumped out to walk around. After a few minutes of sitting there I was starting to cramp and was beginning to worry about making it home. I got out of the car and whispered to my sister that we had to go now. She didn't understand at first and I just looked and said please. She finally laughed and asked if I was desperate to pee. I told her no the other one. We finally got back in and started for home. It is started to get bad and I am having to work at keeping it in. I am trying to act normal but after a really bad cramp I had to squirm and bend forward and even my daughter knew something was wrong. It was starting to really hurt to hold and I was getting really nervous. We were getting closer but another huge cramp came and the pain was so bad I was crying. My ass was quivering with the effort and my poop was fighting for release. I begged my mom to drive faster or I would have an accident. We were waiting to turn left and I could feel the first poop pushing out just a little. I beg my mom to go and pull over as I knew I was loosing the battle. The next cramp was bad and the pain was so bad I had to stop holding for a second and the poop pushed out a little farther. After we turned I begged my mom to pull over and she said we would be home in a minute. I yelled that I was about to shit my pants and she freaked and pulled over. I was just seconds from an accident but thought I might just make it. As I step down and start to unbutton my jeans I get a huge cramp and the pain is overwhelming. I have to squat down and unclench my butt to stop the pain. The poop starts to flow and in my relief forget I still have my jeans on. I can't stop the flow and totally poop my pants. Luckily the ride home is only another two minutes because I was mortified.
  8. I had to cut this file down. At 1:30 it was too big, is that a thing? Again, new here. So tips/ answers welcome... May of this year. After work I ran errands. The 7-11 wouldn't let me use the bathroom even though I shop there every morning. So I said to myself " you can do this girlie. You're like 20 mins from home. You got this! " ( Side note: I have the bladder of a camel. I think it's from working in restaurants when I was younger and never being able to use the bathroom). But, it turns out...I don't got this It starts storming an hour earlier than expected. I have a new car with leather seats. And I'm about to run out of shoulder on the parkway. If I do not pull over then and there and figure something out I am going to explode and like two cops of piss will ruin my car. So I did what a gal had to do. It was terrifying and exhilarating because every time the cars drove by my entire car shook. Couple this with the pleasure from the hold and knowing I could explode any second and this was overall one of my best wedding experiences hands down! I had to shave about a minute off this video from the beginning and the end. In the beginning you can hear me whimpering and cursing and talking to myself but it says the file was too big to upload. Are there limits on beginners or do I have to pay to be able to upload bigger files or is that just the way this cookie crumbles? Do most people make it a multi-part situation? Again advice tips comments what evs. XO InShot_20210721_152900407.mp4
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    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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  10. Santa is still going to give the girl presents. Right, Santa Claus? Thanks to Conejoblanco for the art
  11. the Beautiful Charlotte Crosby wets again https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/10674178/charlotte-crosby-tears-im-a-celeb/
  12. I was recently travelling around the UK with my lovely husband and at times, some of his family. I spent a lot of time with the in-laws and used to afternoon or evening jogs as a way of giving me some ‘me’ time. As you all know, that very often means a little bit of wetting fun. To on one afternoon, when the hubby and I were travelling alone north of Manchester, I decided to go for a little jog in the countryside. There was a lovely forested path not too far from our Air B&B, and I went out jogging in the forest a number of afternoons. Most of you will know by now that I have a tendency to leak a little while running, and this is particularly the case when doing impact training or running on very uneven ground. To avoid this I have a black quick dry running skort and always use the bathroom before I jog. If I’m in a gym (which isn’t too often), I’ll slip a pad into my panties as well. On this particular jog, I decided I would forgo all these precautions, and have a little wetting fun. So I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my pink Ariel Little Mermaid panties, and put a regular white short pleated skirt overtop of them. On top I was wearing a regular sports bra and tank top. When I left the Air B&B, my bladder was at about a 6 and was feeling pretty full. I almost had that sloshy feeling you get when working out with a full bladder. I knew that my pink panties were not going to stay dry for long. This was my first time exploring the path, so I wasn’t sure how busy it was going to be. It turned out that on this day, I only passed a couple of people, most of them teens who were mountain biking and an elderly couple who was dog walking. The path system had lots of paths and branches and I looked out for landmarks to avoid getting lost. This was a small UK forest but I didn’t feel like getting too turned around. Anyhow, I started jogging down the street and turned into the trailhead. I jogged for a little ways before I went down the first little gully and felt spurts of pee escaping into my panties with every impactful strive. By the time I reached the bottom, I felt as though my panties were thoroughly sodden. I got to enjoy the sensuous feeling of warm wet fabric quickly cooling against your most intimate parts. I look around and down at my legs. I was still alone in the forest at this point, and there was only a little tear-drop trickle of pee running down my thigh. I brushed this aside, and continued jogging. The pressure from the running was dramatically increasing my need to pee, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. At this point, going up a small incline, I was overtaken by a couple of mountain-biking teens. I had that quick thrill one gets when it is possible that a stranger glimpsed up one’s skirt (given the incline of the hill, my running motion, the shortness of my skirt and the angle of approach of the cyclists). My already quick heart rate increased just a little. At first this was only on account of their possibly seeing my panties, but it only took me another second to realize that those panties were noticeably wet. Rational Rachel calculated that they teens were probably concentrating on going up the hill, but also that they were teen boys and I know how their minds work. I continued on, winding my way through the beautiful forest. Enjoying the feeling of running; not quite enjoying the full feeling of my bladder or the damp rubbing of my wet panties. After a short while, I approached another steep downward section of the path, I paused at the top, evaluating my bladder’s situation. It was sitting at an uncomfortable 8 and I knew that jogging down this hillock would certainly result in more leaks, regardless of my efforts to ‘bear down.’ So, after a moment’s pause, I pressed on, and instead of bearing down in order to hold back the leaks, I tried to relax. I say tried as it is pretty hard to relax anything while jogging down a steep decline. Now, with each hard step, instead of the usual small spurt, I was releasing serious spurts into my wet panties. I could feel the warm liquid hitting my inner thighs and knees. By the time I reached the bottom of the short hill, I was basically completely releasing my bladder. I stopped, spread my legs so that the pee would not run down my legs and get into my socks and shoes, and continued to wet my panties. I looked down and appreciated the small puddle growing under my on the hard-packed path, and the drizzling sound of the pee hitting the ground. Despite my previous leaks, I peed for about 40 seconds, and while I did so, I kept my head on a swivel in case I was interrupted. My sodden panties continued drip on the ground long after I had finished and finally bore down. After about two minutes of standing there dripping, I heard people approaching, and so I gave my butt a little wiggly shake to dislodge any other droplets, and continued to jog. My panties were not sufficiently dry and I could feel little droplets splashing against my legs as I jogged. I’m not a stranger to jogging in wet panties, but I wanted to have some more fun. After I passed the elderly couple who were walking their dog and would have spotted me standing in my shameful puddle had I not moved, stopped to deal with the ‘situation.’ I then pulled off my panties and inspected the damage. They were pretty soaked. I then used my skirt to dry my legs and girl parts. I now was faced with the dilemma of what to do. I decided to hang my panties up on a tree branch in the sun to dry, and pick them up on my way back. I could just as easily pulled them back on, but I was also excited about the possibility of exhibitionistically leaving them out to dry. The odd passer-by would know that someone had shamefully wet their panties. So I artfully hung them on a branch to dry, and snapped some pictures for you perverts. I ended up flipping them around so that Ariel was visible, she is super cute after all. After appreciating my little wet panty ‘kite’ stuck in a tree, I continued on my jog. I took about a 30 minute look and only had a couple more smaller leaks on steeper sections. On these occasions, with no panties to catch them, the droplets splashed out and hit my legs, skirt and the ground. I felt incredibly naughty jogging without panties, and very much enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wet girl parts. I eventually looped around and returned to where my panties had been hanging. Or at least the general environs as to where they should have been hanging. They were not there. I ran back along the path for a couple hundred meters in each direction, just to check if I had the correct place, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I even checked my phone, lined up the photos with the same section of the path, and checked the undergrowth around where the panties had been hung. Still no panties. So I suspect one of three possible things occurred: 1) An enterprising squirrel found my skivvies and re-purposed them as a nest. At least any bedwetting baby squirrels will be able to blame stains on the bedding. 2) A helpful and environmentally conscious citizen recovered my underwear and disposed of them properly, I was in a way littering with them, and don’t litter. 3) Or, some perverted someone spotted my drying panties, and took them home with them for some salacious end. Anyhow, I am fortunate because I still have a pair of these back at home, as I bought multiple packs, and I did buy a ton of new panties on my trip. I do have other stories about these panties from earlier in the trip, so stay tuned for these. When I got back to the Air B&B, my husband didn’t even ask why I was not wearing panties. After a quick shower he did get all kinds of laid. Hope you enjoyed! Rach p.s. if you ever want to own a pair of my panties that have been worn and/or wet (like a squirrel or forest pervert), check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  13. Astrologist Mona Megistus pulled the door to her home closed behind her, and stepped out onto the streets of Mondstadt. It was the dead of night, perfect conditions for stargazing. Mona's house was a small one, situated on the the outskirts of the city. Mona was dedicated not to use her talent with astrology to make a profit, and her pride wouldn't allow her to ask for money. Because of this, Mona was usually strapped for cash. It had taken a long time to save up enough to buy her house, but the cozy home was well worth it. Mona took in a deep breath of fresh air as she started off toward the city gate. The cool breeze rushed past her face, blowing her dark black hair around her shoulders. The plan for the night was to travel a short distance outside of Mondstadt, spend the night watching the stars, and head back into the city as the sun rose. Mona whistled a little tune to her self as she approached the gates. The night was her element and the stars her companions. In her eyes, there was no better time to be out than midnight. Mona arrived at the gates and was let through a small side door by a guard who looked equal parts tired and bored. Mona was well-known enough within the city to allow her to pass through with out much pause. She thanked the guard and continued on her way. Traveling along the main road that led out of Mondstadt, Mona aimed for a medium sized hill just a mile away. that was where she would set up for the night. Still whistling, Mona walked on, cloak fluttering in the wind. After about an hours trek, Mona began to scale the hill. It was not a large slope, but still a difficult climb. Once at the top, Mona stopped for a small rest. After about five minutes she stood and began to set up her equipment. As she was pulling out her notebook in order to keep track of her observations, Mona felt a small ache in her abdomen. She frowned and-placed one hand over her stomach. She had needed to visit the restroom before she had left her house, but had forgotten in her haste to get out of the city. Cursing her forgetfulness, Mona finished setting up. Nothing to be done about it now. About two hours into her stargazing. Mona was cursing herself even more. She now sat writing in her notebook about the measurements she had taken, with one leg crossed over the other. Her need had gotten much worse in the time since she had first arrived on the hill. Mona gazed back at the walled city behind her longingly, knowing that there were plenty of bathrooms there. Mona briefly considered calling it an early night and hustling back to the city, but eventually decided against it. There was still a few more hours of darkness left, and she was confident she could hold on for a little longer. Another two hours past and Mona knew she had made a mistake. She was constantly jiggling up and down, moving her feet from side to side. The astronomer was now desperate to pee. She quickly made the decision to pack up her things and head back into Mondstadt, hoping it wasn't too late. She spent a good fifteen minutes putting away her equipment, hindered by the need to stop periodically to hold herself in order to avoid leaking. Mona began to make her way down the hill at a snails pace. She was moving with one hand between her legs, one hand holding the strap of her equipment bag. About halfway down the hill Mona paused to consider finding a nice bush and peeing there. It's night anyway. No one is even out here. She thought. After a moment of deliberation, Mona's pride was too great to go to those extreme lengths. She continued her slow walk. Mona arrived on the main road of Mondstadt as the sun rose above the horizon behind her, illuminating the sky with a brilliant yellow shine. The hour walk that had led Mona to the hill now felt like an eternity. She was hunched over, with one hand perpetually thrust between her legs. Her brown tights chafed against her legs as she walked. About halfway to the gates, Mona let out a small squeak as she felt her bladder spasm. the next moment her hand was hit by a small jet of pee. Mona stoped and shoved both hands into her crotch, not caring that her equipment dropped to the road beside her. After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona was able to determine that it was just a leak. She breathed a sigh of relief. I still have time. Mona made it to the gates without further incident. She was let in by the same guard as earlier that night. She blushed as he directed a puzzled look at Mona's posture. Fortunately, he didn't ask any questions and let her through quickly. Mona was thankful that the same guard was still there expecting her, though she did fell a bit sorry for him, having to stand at attention all night. Mona hobbled back in the direction of her house as fast as she dared, bracing herself against a worse case scenario. Mona was able to reach her house without another leak. She stopped in front of the door. As she pulled her hand out form between her legs to grab the doorknob, she felt another stream shoot out of her overfilled bladder. She was forced to shove her hand back between her thighs and bounce form foot to foot in order to regain her composure. She reached for the knob once more and this time was successful in getting the door open. She rushed into the house pulling the door closed behind her. Mona's desperation reached a crescendo as the door slammed shut. She dropped her equipment on the floor and ran for the bathroom as fast as she could. She wasn't fast enough. Just as Mona reached the bathroom door, her overtaxed bladder gave up. She tried desperately to hold back the tide, but to no avail. Mona was forced to watch in resigned silence as she peed full-force into her pants. The purple fabric of her one piece top darkened around her crotch as pee soaked through the material. Wet streaks formed as urine ran down her legs, darkening any part of her tights that it touched. Mona grimaced at the wet, warm feeling that rushed over her thighs and down to the floor. A puddle formed between her feet, expanding outward as Mona's body continued to empty itself of liquid. After a solid minute and a half, the stream finally abated. Mona groaned and looked down at her clothing. Her one piece might be able to be saved. It only had wetness directly between the legs and a little around the back. Her tights were another matter. They were stained completely, turned almost black due to saturation. Mona could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at the puddle on the floor. Even though nobody was around to bear witness to her accident, Mona couldn't help feeling ashamed. Dejectedly, she stripped out of her soaked clothes and entered the bathroom. The toilet sat in the corner, lid up as if mocking her. She stepped into the shower, thankful that she at least was in private. A rueful smile crossed Mona's face. Whether the outcome was good or not, at least it had been an eventful night.
  14. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
  15. View File JAV – NHDTA- 389 - Dentist Diuretic Wetting Sex This is a 2 hour long JAV which features Japanese women in school uniforms going to the dentist. The crafty dental hygienist gives the girls a diuretic and they have to run to the washroom mid-checkup/cleaning. Several of them don’t make it and wet their uniform and panties right there in the dentist’s chair. There is often cleanup and in a number of the scenes the girls have sex with the dentist (or give oral… pun intended ;) The final girl, still under the effects of the powerful diuretic leaves the office and the camera follows her out into the street. She pops a squat but is being followed by a man, who leads her back to a room where they have sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/28/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
  16. Who here has ever masturbated on a full bladder, I say I have though I've never had an accident or even leaked during it. I wonder if anyone else has masturbated on a full bladder and either stayed dry, or leaked or even had a full on accident. Share your stories below.
  17. This is from a couple months ago. The first half is just me whimpering and cursing and SUFFERING. I wasn't quite confident I could have my accidents publicly yet so I'm a little unsure of myself here . There was a really cute guy sitting in his car too. That was an extra level of embarrassment that I hadn't mentally prepared for. (Un) fortunately my bladder didn't care who was looking. This accident is when I first really REALLY realized I loved doing this publicly and that I could survive the embarrassment to do it again. I was visiting a friend at her work. I wasn't too far from home so I figured I'd risk it. Are you seeing a pattern yet? Lol. It was the wrong call. I hit a speed bump in the garage and cried out. I hadn't realized how desperate I was until that moment. I knew I wasn't going back and so I hit record to see if I could capture this for my pee pal. One thing was certain: If I could make it up to the strip mall across the street I could run my errands and use a bathroom. Let's just say only the errands happened And yes I wandered the stores after this with that red piss stained skirt clinging to me. Now THAT is the level of humiliation that I have not gotten comfortable with but I try from time to time. oh and ps- I didn't realize during my accident because I was overwhelmed with a million other sensations but I was actually standing around barefoot in a pile of broken glass. I had to bandage my foot for a week after this. No regrets. InShot_20210804_120329064.mp4
  18. Another recent accident. This one was less...anticipated than others. I was shopping for sandals that I can have accidents in. Something my style but also cheap bc let's be honest, they're gonna get ruuuuuiiinnneeed . It's been balls hot out and true to form, I had my trusty 2L water bottle going as I shopped. I was at a VERY popular discount store known for REPULSIVE bathrooms. I decided I would try to use the rest room bc I still had places to be and things to do and while I OCCASIONALLY get up the nerve to run errands while obviously soaked, this was not one of those times.... Anyhoo. The bathrooms lived up their to reputation is the nicest way I can put that. So I decided to leave. I got in my car and realized things were more desperate than I had previously realized. ( I have the capability of holding forever. I'm really working on trying not to subconsciously hold. Which is my normal habit. So I think that the urgency snuck up on me here) . So I repark and make a beeline for ANY other store in that strip mall. I crossed the parking lot, lifted my leg to step up into the curb and felt the floodgates BURST. JFC. I guess the rest speaks for itself? Those poor shoes... InShot_20210722_162036415.mp4
  19. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  20. Version 1.0.0

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    This is the paid version of She Can't Hang Up. The free version is available here. Both versions are exactly the same. Proponents of video piracy make the argument that piracy is actually good for producers. That upon seeing the quality of a producer's material, people will want to pay to support the content that they like. Piracy, it is argued, gives producers more exposure resulting in more people paying. So, this is an experiment- If the hypothesis is correct, more people should buy this video than another one that is not also available for free. Unable to get off the phone, Sosha has a humiliating pee accident, completely soaking her tight jeans, in this adorable video. We all have that one friend. You know the one, who’s life is non-stop drama, who always needs to be the center of attention, but who is so emotionally fragile that you dare not say or do anything to upset them, for fear of throwing them into a major emotional crisis. For Sosha and Alisha, that friend is Susan, who’s poorly timed phone call ends up causing Sosha to pee in her pants in this video. With her bladder already achingly full, Sosha speeds to the bathroom. She is almost there when the phone rings. Afraid that it might be an important call, she decides to answer, figuring she can hold on just a bit longer. The caller, however, turns out to be Susan, who is having yet another crisis. Susan is obviously in an extremely fragile state, so despite being unbearably desperate to pee, Sosha must be calm and careful not to say anything upsetting. Luckily, Sosha has a potential exit strategy. Alisha is also home, and could possible take over the phone call, allowing her to run to the bathroom. Alisha walks by several times, and Sosha frantically tries to get her attention, but Alisha seems oblivious to Sosha’s situation. As a result it becomes increasingly difficult for Sosha to maintain control of her bladder. Despite crossing her legs and tightly clutching her crotch, Sosha is eventually unable to hold back the impending flood. Still on the phone, listening to Susan’s latest tragedy, Sosha pees in her pants. Warm rivers of urine cascade down her legs to the floor as she stands in shock, soaking herself, while still trying to pretend she is paying attention to Susan on the phone. Only after she has completely peed in her pants does Alisha pass by and notice that she just had a major accident. Angry that Alisha didn’t save her early, Sosha thrusts the receiver at Alisha, forcing her to take over the conversation, as she storms off to clean up her accident.
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  21. Heyyy, guys! I just thought I’d share one of my abdl related drawings here. I know the diaper isn’t very poofy or obvious, but hopefully the super cute/embarrassing scenario of leaking while gaming makes up for some of that!
  22. Hello! I had this fun little idea to personify the seven deadly sins as women and draw them in the specific wetting situations they would find themselves in. I had a lot of fun with this project and may do more similar projects in the future. I hope you enjoy and always appreciate any feedback or comments! Wrath presumably paying Pride back for something. Pride tends to live in denial. Envy always wants what Greed has... Greed has unbalanced priorities. Gluttony really struggles with knowing her limits. Sloth knows that sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Lust is just enjoying herself. Hope you enjoyed this project as much as I did. Let me know what you think please!
  23. Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left. “I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. “Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee “Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. “Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk “Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. “Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. “About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. “As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes” “15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. “Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?” The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged “You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. “Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment “Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. “I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. “Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. “Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. “Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. “No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. “This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason” Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. “I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule
  24. Lain had been in the mall for quite some time. She had mainly been in the bookstore, browsing through books and seeing if there were any to add to her ever-growing collection. She loved books, any and all kinds. Lain really liked to expand her knowledge of everything she could study. She liked manga the best though, something about the artwork always caught her eye. She was browsing through some books when she felt it. A sudden strong urge to pee. Lain bent over slightly and squeezed her thighs together tightly. It was a medical problem she had. She would get a sudden strong urge to pee, and would often have trouble holding it in and leak. Lain was fine when she was younger, it wasn't until she turned 13 that the problem started. Doctors couldn't figure out why and just suggested she use panty liners and absorbent pads. No medications had helped her. She just had to deal with it and it happened at the most inconvenient times too. Doctors were baffled as it was as if she drank a lot of liquids, yet she didn't. Lain had been doing so well with the problem recently, that unfortunately on this day, she wasn't wearing any protection. She bit her bottom lip and straightened up. It felt like she had drunk two very large water bottles. The pressure was building up and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started leaking. Lain put the books away and exited the bookstore. Sadly for her, the restrooms were all the way on the lowest level and she was on the highest level. Lain began walking as fast as she possibly could with her close to bursting bladder. "God I have to pee, I don't know if I can hold it in this time." Lain thought. The pressure increased and pushed hard on her bladder and Lain stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel the pee rushing toward her urethra, ready to leak out. "Please just wait! Hold on a little longer!" Lain begged her bladder. But it was to no avail and Lain felt multiple spurts escape, dampening her panties. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could without people noticing. Lain managed to stop the leak for now. She began walking toward the stairs, as she didn't want to go in an elevator with tons of people right now. She took the steps two at a time, trying her hardest to keep control of her bladder. Lain made it down the flight of stairs and was now on the fourth level. She was previously on the fifth level. The restrooms were on the first level. The elevators would have taken her faster, but she really didn't want people watching her in the elevator, while she desperately tries to hold her pee in. Lain began walking toward the flight of stairs to the third level. But suddenly a strong wave of pressure hit her. She felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Her thighs weren't currently tightly together, as she is trying to walk as quick as she possibly can. Lain fights desperately to keep it in. The pee threatening to leak out of her. Her urethra quivering as it struggles to close and hold it in. Lain bites her lower lip, trying desperately to fight her body's urge to relax her urethra. She is currently stopped at the side of the walking area. Holding onto the railing overlooking the third floor. Lain is wearing tight jean colored skinny jeans with a shirt with cats on it. Underneath she is wearing a white bra and white cotton panties. She has above shoulder short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian skin. A skinny body and size B breasts. She can't fight it, her body's urge to relax it. Lain feels her panties grow warm and closes her eyes in relief. Until she remembers she is in the middle of the mall, pissing herself. Lain gasps quietly and crossing her legs tightly, holding herself in between her legs. Not caring that people might be staring. Lain manages to slow down peeing and almost thinks that she is in the clear. She doesn't feel any pee coming out. Lain looks down at her jeans and sees that there is a baseball size wet spot at the front. She curses under her breath. Luckily she always brings her favorite black oversized hoodie with her, in a tote bag. In case of accidents or leaks. She takes it out of her tote bag and slips it on, it covers the wet spot perfectly. Lain's bladder feels less pressure, currently and seems to be half full now. Or so her bladder made her think. In reality, it was still pretty full and about ready to burst. Lain didn't know this, however. She takes a step toward the third-floor stairs and another step. So far so good. Lain takes the third step and feels an overwhelming pressure overpower her. She can't stop it this time. Her urethra relaxes completely, tired from all the holding. Lain gasps loudly and holds herself, but pee is gushing out full blast. She feels the urine going down her legs and making a big puddle underneath her. All that pent up urine is finally escaping. Lain can't help but throw her head back and close her eyes. Letting out a moan of relief. She finishes after several long minutes, and opens her eyes and looks down at the mess she made. She can't believe that that much liquid was inside of her. Her bladder gave her a lot of trouble. Lain wishes she had more control over it. (Pictures aren't mine and are from Google. All rights go to the owners or makers of said pictures. This is just how I think Lain would look.)
  25. I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?
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