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For anyone that has experienced a female significant other or friend leak or have an accident, how did you end up seeing or feeling their wet panties for the first time? Did they offer to show you (or let you feel them) or did you find/see them by accident? Please share any experiences

Hello! I am so happy my last post got such a positive response I want to share more of my wetting experiences with you. This story is the moment I first realized I got some enjoyment from wetting, and I think it was the experience which led me to find this community. This story happened when I was 13, but I do recall I wet myself past the usual age that most kids had those kinds of incidents. The memory that stands out to me is when I tried to hold it during recess in fourth grade. Even though I knew I had to pee from the beginning of the break I thought I could hold it until class started again. Of course, I was wrong, and I ended up peeing my jeans while we lined up to file back into the school at the end of recess. This was one of the several times I overestimated my own bladder and I think it was a major contributor to the embarrassment and excitement I felt the day me and my friend wet ourselves when we went out sliding. My friend Allie and I set out from her house to walk to a playground about 15 minutes away where there was a long and steep hill perfect for sledding in the winters. I remember we were both wearing jeans under our snow pants, which were black and had straps that went over the shoulders like overalls. The walk there was pretty uneventful, but it took slightly longer than it usually would have taken due to the snow and the sleds that we dragged along with us. I didn't mind the journey, but I was obviously much more excited about getting to the hill than I was about the walk. The only problem with the distance was that it made bathroom breaks pretty inconvenient. I remember being jealous of boys who could just walk to the edge of the fence and pee without much trouble. The rest of us had to choose between holding it until we got home or walking into the nearby trees a little ways to try and find a spot that was private enough to go. Usually that wasn't too hard since the trees got pretty dense pretty quickly, but on this particular day a group of older teens who I didn't know were hanging out in a small clearing having a fire. We did not realize how much of a problem they would cause at first so Allie and I immediately climbed to the top of the hill to begin our first run down. We were probably sliding for about half an hour when I realized I would need to pee soon. I told Allie and she agreed that it would be best if we had a quick break to go pee. However, when we walked into the trees we realized the group of older people were still hanging around. Even though they probably couldn't see us I didn't feel comfortable going when someone could potentially walk in on us easily. Allie pointed out that their fire was out so they would probably leave soon, so we decided to have a few more runs down the hill and come back. Big mistake. My need to pee increased pretty quickly and by my third or forth time down the hill I occasionally felt the need to grab myself through my snow pants. Allie was doing alright as far as I could tell and I didn't want to force her to follow me away from the hill again when I thought I could hold it for a while. It was only a short walk into the trees anyways so I wasn't as worried as I should have been. I started to realize how desperate I was becoming when my sled hit a bump as I went down the hill and I felt a jolt in my bladder that made me squeeze my legs together and almost tip over my sled. While I waited for Allie to come down behind me I couldn't help my hand moving between my legs momentarily but I did my best to not make it obvious to everyone else on the hill that I had to pee soon. I told Allie I had to pee pretty badly now, and she admitted that she was starting to get desperate as well so we picked up our sleds and headed towards the trees. But of course the older teens were still hanging around. At that moment I knew we would have to go somewhere more isolated because I could not hold on much longer. Allie was fine with going home then so we started to make our way back towards her house, taking the path that we used to get there. Every step I took increased my need to go little by little and I seriously began to question whether I would be able to make it back. About halfway there I had to stop and thrust my hand between my legs when I felt a strong urge wash over me. I think I leaked a little then, but it was hard to tell in my snow pants. What I did know was that I needed to pee NOW. The part of the path we were on was completely undeveloped at the time so plenty of trees were scattered along the sides of the path but they were mostly too sparse to provide decent cover. At this point I was desperate and thought that the risk was necessary. Allie thought she would be able to make it back to her house so she said she would stand guard for me while I peed. As I walked off the path the deeper snow made it difficult to walk without taking big steps and each one made me feel like I would wet myself right then and there. The best spot I could find was a cluster of 3 trees that slightly obscured me on all sides. I wasn't too happy about it but another jolt from my bladder meant I didn't have much choice. I took another look around as I stood by the trees. I could see Allie standing just off the path and she gave me a thumbs up to assure me no one was around. Off in the distance I heard a skidoo as I unzipped my coat and began to undo the straps of my snow pants. I had to put my hands between my legs again after I undid the straps before going for my zipper, and at that point I could not stop myself from dancing around as relief was so close. I finally got my snow pants down and began to undo my jeans when I noticed the sound of the skidoo had gotten much louder. I froze and glanced behind me where I saw the skidoo through the trees and it was coming right towards me. As soon as my focus left my need to pee my bladder gave up completely and I felt instantly felt warmth spreading between my legs. I could not stop myself from peeing as the skidoo drove past, obviously unconcerned with the girl who was much too old to be wetting herself peeing nearby. I jammed my hands between my legs but that did nothing to stop the flow and after a moment I just gave up. My jeans were already dark well past my knees so even if I managed to stop myself from peeing it was too late. I must have peed for close to a minute, the whole time I didn't know what to do and I just stood there crying. Allie must have noticed because she ran over to me with a shocked look on her face. She did her best to comfort me but I was as far gone as my pants were at that point and I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. Allie clearly felt the same way as I noticed her holding herself as I did up my snowpants and coat. The walk back felt like an eternity as the entire time I could feel my pants cooling down and the wetness in my boots from the pee that had leaked down there. To make matters worse there was a noticeable wet spot on my snow pants as well which was darker black between the legs than anywhere else. The entire walk I could not take my mind off how soaked I was and I dreaded having to tell Allie's mom and my parents what had happened. When we got back to Allie's house I started to notice how desperate she had grown over the course of the walk. I didn't know why I was so interested in her at the time, but anything to take my mind off my own wet pants was a welcome thought. I began hoping that she would have an accident too, both because it would be less embarrassing if she shared my predicament, but also because seeing Allie constantly shifting her feet and holding herself made me want to see her lose control so badly even though I did not understand why at the time. I was briefly able to forget about my wetness as we walked inside and Allie began to frantically strip off her snow gear. I was in no hurry to take off my snow pants and make it abundantly clear to Allie's mom that I had wet myself so I just stood in the porch and watched Allie struggle to undress herself. She could barely keep her feet still long enough to get her boots off and she hopped on one leg each time she tried to kick her boot off the other foot. She got her second boot off with a kick that sent it flying across the room. Allie stumbled after that and had to stop for a moment for her hand to dart between her legs while she twisted her legs. I asked Allie if she was okay, which was an incredibly silly question in retrospect, and she only answered "no," obviously too focused on not peeing to really be thinking straight. Her feet constantly moved as she worked at undoing the straps of her snow pants, and the stationary jog she was doing seemed to increase in desperation every second. Finally she got her snow pants down to her knees and as she bent over I could already see a wet spot on the crotch of her pants. Its hard to describe the excitement I felt at that sight and I'm sure I must have been staring. Allie sat on the bench to haul her snow pants off, using one hand to get her legs out of the pants while the other hand remained firmly between her already wet legs. When she finally got her pants off she seemed to sit there for a minute in contemplation before standing up and making a dash towards the bathroom. However, she only made it two or three steps before she stopped again. Allie buried her hands between her legs as she danced frantically in a circle. The speed of her steps got faster and faster until she suddenly stopped, standing on the tips of her toes, and she looked over to me with a look of pure horror. At that same moment Allie's pants grew dark between her legs. The wetness quickly spread down past her knees and within a couple seconds I could see a stream trickling onto the ground from her ankle. For a moment she continued to hold herself and bounce around, doing her best to regain control. But try as she might she was fully wetting herself and even if she managed to stop she had already gotten soaked. I remember watching the wetness spread from between her legs around her butt then starting to darken the legs of her pants. The sight of the dark stain on her butt is still burned into my memory to this day. She must have peed as long as I did and she whole time I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I remember we both just stood there looking at each other as she peed, neither of us knowing what to do. When I never said anything Allie seemed somewhat relieved as she was probably worried that I would make fun of her, even though I was still wearing my very obviously wet jeans. I was relieved Allie had not seen me wet myself up close like I had just seen her do, but I was still extremely embarrassed. There was a small puddle where Allie was standing while I could still felt the dampness of my boots that I had peed in 10 minutes ago. Allie's mom came out to the porch when she heard us come in, just in time to see the last of Allie's accident. She noticed my situation pretty quickly as well, and told me she would give me a ride home after Allie got changed. Not much was said on the dive back, but Allie's mom did assure the two of us that peeing in our pants was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we learned to be more careful next time. While her words helped I still remember that day being one of the most embarrassing of my life as I was so afraid someone would see me walking down the road in wet snowpants, not to mention having to be seen by my and Allie's parents, but I think that ultimately contributed to me looking back on it fondly these days. It was something Allie and I would joke about years later anytime a bathroom was difficult to come by. I also look back fondly on the feeling of walking around in wet clothes; although it was terribly embarrassing at the time I do get excited by the feeling of wearing wet underwear around other people. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I have several other experiences that I would like to share in the future, and hopefully I will have many experiences in the future that I would like to share! I would also love to hear what you guys think, and any similar experiences you've had! See you soon!

so, i'm frustrated about some things ive always enjoyed watching others desperate than being desperate myself, but lately ive been trying to hold, but when i do, it just gets too uncomfortable after a while that i give up and piss in the bathroom. ive never had a genuine accident before and i dont know my limit. considering my living conditions right now, i can't purposely wet myself, but doing it purposely doesn't interest me anyways. ive always been fascinated with actual accidents, partly because i don't even believe they're real unless the person has some underlying issue. when i'm "desperate" i don't even squirm, but squirming interests me too. it seems like everything i find arousing can't be done myself. the closest ive got to those fantasies was that one time i went into the shower with my bladder unspeakably full (don't know how i got myself to hold it so long without giving up). once i got into the shower, i immediately started squirming, which was a first. i wondered what would happen if i stopped, so i did. the need to let it out got so strong that it felt like my piss was right at the edge until it happened, i leaked. that really surprised me as i fought to hold it in, and not too long after, a small, steady stream was escaping me until it was too much for me and I let it all out. i still get turned on when i think about it, but when i try to do that now, the urge is strong but i am able to contain it. i also would like that to occur beyond the shower, but it doesn't seem likely. so i just want to know how can i make holding less painful or more tolerable? and, when i have my own place, how could i have a genuine accident or at least leak?

After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me. Please let me know what you think! Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate. Chapter 1 Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop? Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police. It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught. Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her. Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot. Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something. The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!! And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered. “Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car. “What?” Maribel was confused. “The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.” “Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it! Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it. Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet. After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone. “You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.” “This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?” “The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?” Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home. “Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.” “Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?” “No, I’m sorry for being rude.” “No problem – have a good night”. Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?

Hi guys (and gals) I would highly appreciate if anyone who knows which JAV videos feature at least one (or preferably more/all) expisode of jeans/pants wetting. I am not picky as to the scenario; waiting in line, intentional, public/private accidents, giga/other holding contests, idol/office interviews. The most helpful responses would include the "XXXX-###" code, title, a thumbnailcreen capture of the episode, timestamp, link, or whichever possible. Thanks in advance! Attached are a few exclusive amateur videos I have... but there's more where they came from video-1607068691.mp4 video-1607853251.mp4 video-1607068691.mp4 video-1607853251.mp4 video-1614567175.mp4

Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! ) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....

https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/669506061694320640 not sure if this was posted yet

When I was a kid I had accidents a lot, both at night and during the day, too many to remember. Usually it happened because I was too shy to go to the bathroom (or from genuine bedwetting). These are some of the ones I remember most clearly. (Note: I'm sharing these memories because I like the role they played in my adult self liking omo, and it's fun to imagine my adult self in similar scenarios. Please don't sexualize my childhood thanks) The first was when I was maybe 4 or so. My parents had just installed those impossible plastic child locks on my bedroom door, the kind that fit over the doorknob and need to be squeezed hard to open. I remember getting up later that night because I had to pee really bad, but when I tried to get the lock open I couldn't do it. I struggled with it for a few minutes while I danced around, until eventually I gave up and got back in bed. I guess I thought I could just keep holding it all night, but after a while of squirming and trying to wait I lost control and peed my pants and the bed. My family was very apologetic about the whole thing, they took the locks back off after that night lol. Another bedwetting accident happened around the same time, but at preschool. We were supposed to take naps during the day, so we would all go into a side room and lay out plastic mats, dim the lights, and sleep. I was never tired anyway, but I also frequently ended up with a full bladder. That day we had a substitute teacher, who was in the other room at the time. We hadn't been in the nap room for very long, but I started feeling like I had to go badly. At first I tried to wait, because I knew we weren't supposed to get up, but I was bursting and didn't want to have an accident, so I gathered up my courage and went to the door. I peeked out and saw the teacher sitting at a table, but when I tried to slip out the door to the bathroom (it was only a few feet away), she saw me and shook her head, telling me to go lay down again. She probably thought I was just wandering around, but I was too shy to say I needed the bathroom, so I reluctantly went back to my mat. I remember lying there trying my best to hang on until naptime was over, but my bladder gave up and I flooded the mat and the floor. A couple years later I was out somewhere with my family, I don't remember where, just a place with public bathrooms. We were all sitting around talking, and I suddenly noticed I had to go, bad enough that I was about to lose it. I told my parents and they pointed me to the bathrooms, I basically ran there, but when I tried to push on the door it would barely move. It was just way too heavy, I couldn't get it open on my own, and the effort made me immediately pee my pants right in front of the bathroom. I remember having to walk back through public areas with wet pants, but I don't remember much else afterward.

The same guy who made the trooper wetting video made a new one with a hint of possible future videos featuring diapers! Beach bomber pees herself

A little background on me to start: I don’t post a whole lot but I do enjoy lurking on this site. I don’t have very many people I share my fetish with so it’s nice to feel a sense of community on here. I don’t realize why it didn’t occur to me to share this story earlier but here’s a recap of a public incident I had at a CVS late last year after overestimating my bladder. In case visualization is big for you, I’m a curvy build 21 year old short girl. I’m also a college student. I had a couple drinks with a friend at her apartment. I knew I needed to pee while there since alcohol races through me and I had a few beers with her while hanging out. The issue was that I am terribly pee shy and I didn’t want to excuse myself especially before she did when we each drank the same amount and my need didn’t feel too severe anyway, so I shoved the thought away. I had to run an errand after leaving her place so I decided to walk a few blocks to CVS. Before walking to CVS, I hoped to excuse myself to one of the many public restrooms on-campus (my friend stays on-campus, I stay a 20 minute walk away from campus). None of the doors to the student center or dining hall or libraries were opening. I checked the time on my phone - it was 11:05 at night. Everywhere closed on-campus at 11. I mentally scolded myself before sucking it up and beginning the 15 minute walk to CVS. This was a terrible idea in the cold though because I stay in Michigan and this was November. The cold was nearly too much for my aching bladder at this point, but I continued. I was tempted to pull myself aside and release, but just as I contemplated that a man called out to me from his car and I was immediately reminded of reality and my own safety. I make it to CVS and that was where, I completely lost it. I’m an indecisive shopper so it always takes me a while to decide what I want to get. A 5-minute trip easily becomes a 30-minute one. As I’m collecting items, I occasionally fidget. Lean on the shelves a bit at times as to allow my body to relax a little. I can tell my cotton panties are moistening, but no spurts or leaks yet. I’m near constantly crossing my legs at this point. I knew the situation was becoming severe when I would begin darting my eyes, ensuring no eyes were watching, before I’d grab myself through leggings as a way to apply pressure and physically prevent my urine from escaping. There were a few close calls in the hair care aisle due to distractions (my kryptonite) & then I spurt, despite the pressure on my crotch. Then another spurt escapes. I no longer reach for my crotch upon removing and noticing moisture on my finger tips. I hurry to the self-checkout. As I’m checking out, scanning my items, I absolutely lose it. I’m shaking, crossing my legs, hopping from foot to foot, even dropping items carelessly because my body is incapable of doing anything aside from trying not to pee. Then, pee starts running down my crossed legs in tiny rivulets as I feel myself blushing as brightly as possible. I use this chance to pick up a few items as a way to distract from how I was actually trying to peak behind to survey the damage. The tan leggings show the tiniest rivulets down my legs, but thankfully I’m wearing a dress that shields my butt. A couple more spurts exit as I try my hardest to stem the flow. My entire butt was soaked, but seemingly maintained under the dress. Deciding I simply cannot wait to walk home, I order my Uber and head outside to wait. I was honestly hoping that while outside in the dark, I would be able on the asphalt really quickly since it not too many customers were around. Just as I went to squat against the wall, yet before I removed any clothing - an employee invites me back inside so I can stay warm. I awkwardly re-enter, careful no one sees my wet butt. I stand and stretch and pee dance in a corner until my Uber arrives. I get in her car, still like 70% wet and I feel soooo bad for the driver, but say nothing. When she drops me off, I request she take me to the back of my building as to avoid neighbors - this works and no one sees me. I rush inside, I press elevator buttons with my legs crossed, feel another long spurt as I swear up and down, and then I am nearly pissing as I fling my door open. I rip off my jacket, and run to the toilet. Just the pressure of sliding my leggings down and feeling it brush against my bladder is overwhelming and I lose it I just say “fuck it” and piss on my toilet through my already wet leggings, panties, and wet dress.

This is my first ever story (and my first time posting here, for that matter). This story isn't intended to be sexual in any way, I wrote it to be wholesome and cute. I hope everyone likes it, and all I ask is that you please be kind! I can't handle criticism I will cry David had always had a close bond with his brother. His parents had adopted Ari when they were both in their teens, and the younger boy had immediately latched onto him. Even though David always enjoyed his role as an older sibling, he had to admit it took some getting used to. Having Ari around was… Different, that was for sure. He had been severely abused and neglected before David’s parents had taken him in, which resulted in his stunted mental development. Everything was new and scary to him, and he was having to learn a lot of things that most people learned when they were much younger. Potty training was one of these things- At first, he didn’t seem to have any control over his bladder at all, and had to be kept in diapers all of the time. This slowly improved, with him eventually only needing them at nighttime, and then not at all. He never fully stopped wetting the bed, but it was rare enough that diapers were a bit overkill- He had a special mattress cover to stop the bed from getting ruined, but that was all that he needed. Throughout this time, Ari had still been living with his new parents. David was there with him for the first few years, but he eventually moved a few hours away to attend college. He came back to visit regularly, and they remained close, but it was a big change for both of them. Ari in particular struggled with having his brother so far away, especially since it was hard for him to make friends with people his age. In addition to his childlike demeanor, his height and scars tended to be unsettling to some people, and past bad experiences had made him hesitant to approach people. Because of this, he’d become very isolated, and mostly kept to himself. He was still happy with his parents despite it all, and he enjoyed getting to see his brother when he could. Eventually, though, there was an exciting new opportunity for both of the brothers. Shortly after David had graduated, he’d gotten a job offer in a town about an hour away from where his parents lived. Since there was enough room in the apartment he would be renting, he and his parents let Ari decide if he wanted to stay where he was or move in with David. It was a tricky decision for sure, but he eventually came to the conclusion that he wanted to go with his brother. David was more than happy to look after him, and he figured it would be better than living alone or with a roommate that he might not like. Before long, the time had come for the brothers to move into their new apartment. It was rather small, but still a good size for the two of them, and walking distance to a lot of things. David had always been somewhat of a minimalist, only setting up his home with the essentials, but Ari brought nearly everything he had from his old house. His room had been decorated with cute posters and paintings on the walls and a sparkly pink canopy over his bed, as well as enough toys and stuffed animals as would fit. He’d made it as cozy and comforting as he could, since he knew he’d be spending a lot of time there when David was at work. The moving process wasn’t easy, but at the end, they were both happy with their new space. The first night that they would spend in the new apartment would be uneventful at first. Exhausted from the move, they both retreated to their respective bedrooms, with David falling asleep rather quickly. Ari was tired as well, but the unfamiliar surroundings were making it hard for him to sleep. This was the first time he’d moved since he was adopted, so he was finding it hard to relax. He moved around under the covers, hugging onto his favourite plushie and covering his head with a blanket to help him try to sleep, but it was to no avail. He fidgeted around for about an hour before sighing to himself, realizing that he was probably going to stay up all night if he stayed in his room. He got out of his bed, still holding onto his plushie as he quietly made his way down the hall and opened the door to his brother’s bedroom. David was sound asleep when Ari first entered the room, so he carefully went up to the bed and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. He nudged it a bit, trying to wake him up. “Urghhh…” David muttered, looking up at Ari once he realized what- or who- had awoken him. “Oh, hey Ari. You alright?” he asked. “C-Ca-Can’t sleep….” Ari explained, sitting down on the edge of David’s bed. “I’m sorry. Want me to stay in your room with you until you fall asleep?” David suggested. He knew that Ari got scared easily when he was alone. “Mm,” Ari murmured as he laid down on the bed, holding onto David’s hand and getting a little closer to him. David sighed, understanding what Ari was trying to do. Since he never talked that much, he’d gotten good at figuring out what he wanted. “Do you want to stay in here with me?” he asked. He was a little hesitant, but if it meant he’d calm down and actually sleep, he’d be willing to do it. Ari squeaked happily, wrapping his arms around David as he moved under the covers. Despite being the younger of the two, he was about half a foot taller than the average-sized David, so finding a position that was comfortable would be difficult for both of them. Ari contentedly wrapped his arms around his brother and leaned his head against David’s, quickly getting more relaxed and comfortable. David may have been a bit squished, but he was so exhausted that he didn’t really care. He figured Ari would fall asleep soon enough, and then he could move. They both slept through the night, sleeping in a bit later than usual since David wasn’t going to start work for another few days. He still woke up earlier than Ari, though, feeling a lot better now that he’d gotten some rest. However, he flinched a little when he noticed that the outside of his pajama pants was a bit damp. He sat up in his bed and pulled back the covers, trying to figure out what had happened, and… … Great. The sheets had gotten absolutely soaked, and it was easy to tell what had caused it, given the puddle that had formed between Ari’s legs. He knew that bedwetting was a bit of a problem for him, but given that it had been a while since they’d lived together, it wasn’t exactly at the front of his mind. He knew Ari couldn’t help it, so he wasn’t mad, but he was more focused on getting everything cleaned up so nothing got ruined. He reached out to shake Ari’s shoulder a bit, managing to wake him up. Ari closed his eyes and rolled over, initially seeming unaware at what had happened. “Ari,” David prodded, “Get up… You, uhm… You had an accident last night,” he explained. Once he heard this, Ari whimpered, looking down at himself and the bed with an embarrassed look on his face. “O-... O-Oh….” he murmured, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He looked like he was about to cry. “No, it’s okay,” David assured, reaching out to pat Ari’s back. “Just get up and get yourself cleaned off, alright? I can take care of the bed.” “Mhm,” Ari replied, standing up and rushing to his own room as quickly as he could to clean up and put on some dry clothes. He hated the feeling of his wet clothing, and he felt even more ashamed since it had been a while since he’d last wet the bed. Maybe it would be a little better if it was his own bed, but this was David’s… And now he was having to clean it up. He was honestly just relieved that David wasn’t mad at him, since that would have made the situation even worse. Even then, though, he knew he’d probably want to avoid him for the rest of the day.

Describe any time you have witnessed in person, a female friend or acquaintance (whom you were not in a relationship with at the time) either becoming desperate or having an accident of any magnitude. What happened? Did she let you watch or what did you end up seeing? Were you able to touch or feel anything (pussy, wet panties, etc)? Did you give her any indication that you liked it?

I always work on new things that I don't want to post before they're finished. I have like five different huge projects for this forum that I regularly write a little bit on and never get close to finishing. For once, I've written something in one go to post immediately because I got tired of not posting anything I create. This might get some tiny follow-ups but nothing more if at all. Feels good to finally post some of my fiction again even if it's just an in-between idea that I got and is less fleshed out than anything else I'm writing. Pissed to meet you Gina’s co-worker had just left her alone at her weekend job at the gas station connected to both a residential area and a busy road, and she regretted not asking her to take over the register for a minute while she used the bathroom. She had counted on that opportunity, but Jess was so busy getting everything outside ready before she left and when she was done, exactly according to schedule at six, she just waved goodbye and left immediately to Gina’s dismay. Kind of embarrassed about her small bladder getting her so desperate again a few hours since the last time she went, and thinking about getting through the evening alone when her only opportunity would be if the store was empty, she wanted to leave it as late as possible before she went again. Now, at five past six with nobody there to help her and a growing line of customers in front of her, she was in a state of panic. She didn’t leave it this late very often. It had been years since her last full accident when she wet herself earlier this month. Being out after the shops closed down and the sun already under, nobody had noticed it running down her legs and over her sandals that time, and after her bladder had emptied she quickly left the puddle on the pavement behind, her skirt obscuring all visible proof, and all audible proof from the sound her sandals made with every step had mostly dissipated before anyone was near enough to her to hear it. The only person who might’ve found out was that other girl on the bus sitting one row over, if she for some reason checked out Gina’s seat after she got off at her stop and saw the wet spot her panties had made on the cushion. She had gotten away with that and treated it as a freak incident. Last week, after a long day of working the shift Jess had worked today, the combination of drinking heavily and being extremely tired had made her forget to pee before bed and when she woke up she didn’t need to anymore. Another freak incident, a risk she had taken, and she thought it was perfectly reasonable to wet the bed in that situation. She had heard stories from friends in the past, and she knew she wasn’t the only one that happened to occasionally after a night of drinking. It was no reason to be concerned at the time. Still, as she sat there, helping customer after customer, acutely aware of how she wasn’t alone in her room, and acutely aware of the light blue colour of her jeans instead of a skirt that might’ve helped her hide an incident if it went south, those two accidents were at the front of her mind. Needing both her hands to help customers, she had no choice but to ignore her intense desire to hold herself between her crossed and bouncing legs underneath the counter. The worst part was how nearly half of her customers wanted to buy cigarettes, requiring her to get up from her chair and stand with her legs in full sight as she got some from behind the doors on the wall behind her, having to pretend to be fine. If this line didn’t start shrinking soon, she would have no choice but embarrassingly excuse herself to the customers as she runs to the bathroom, when the only alternative would be to wet her pants at work. She shuddered at the thought. She’d have to quit her job in shame just a few weeks after starting it. Luckily for her, a few minutes later the line had shrunk to only three people. Unfortunately, some pee suddenly spurted into her panties while helping the second of them. It took all her strength to hold on for that last customer, and she felt another spurt escape her while getting up from her seat as the automatic doors closed behind him. Doubled over, one hand opened the door of the cabin she was in while the other shot to her crotch, feeling how a small wet patch had already formed on the outside of it. With the door open, she was free to hold herself with both hands while running towards the door of the storage area, where the employee toilet was. Removing one hand to open it, she nearly started peeing full force then and there, only just containing it to a small dribble as she fiddled with the key. The small dribble continued, wetting her panties and pants further. She felt the first drips forming on her fingers, and she felt close to tears, at this point almost certain she was going to fully wet her pants. Luckily, the bathroom was right behind this door. The tiny dribble continued. She felt the first bit of wetness on her thighs as she ran inside, not bothering to close the door due to being alone. If she hadn’t been able to undo her button with one hand first try, it would’ve been all over right then and there, because as soon as she removed her second hand the floodgates opened, and she only just managed to slide her pants and panties down before the first moment of the dribble transforming into a wave made it through her urethra. She sat down right after it had done so, finally able to relax. While peeing into the toilet, she assessed the damage. The crotch of her white panties was soaked. The half second of peeing full-force before getting her ass on the toilet seat had caused her to wet the entire backside of them too, and in the small gap between them and the toilet seat she had made a tiny puddle on the floor. But her panties had just about prevented her from peeing over the full backside of her jeans. There was a big wet patch on the crotch though, but she was happy to notice that most of what she had felt on her thighs was only visible on the inside of her jeans and not the outside. While her bladder was almost done emptying, she wrung out the wet gusset between her legs, adding some drops to the puddle on the floor before mopping that up with some toilet paper. She dried her privates as much as she could, but hearing the bell of a new customer entering the shop made her have to leave them damp. Not that it mattered; she had to pull up her wet panties against them anyway. She just had to ignore how she felt seeing her privates almost just as clearly right through them after pulling them up and how she felt her butt get wet from them, and quickly pulled up her pants. Looking down, despite them feeling significantly wetter than that the only wet spot visible from the front would easily be hidden by a tactfully placed hand. Turning around, standing on her toes she could just see how her backside looked while looking over her back into the mirror. Her heart rate increased; where it had spread out a little from her crotch to the backside of her legs, her pants were visibly wet in a way that could only be explained by pee. If she looked closely, she could also see them getting slightly damp further up her butt where it touched her wet panties. That part would only be noticeable if you looked for it, but with obviously wet jeans below that she had to hide her backside anyway. Walking into the shop, Gina carefully walked in a way that the young woman of about her age standing at the counter could only see the right side of her jeans while she walked back to her cabin. Inside, she quickly sat down on the chair. Only then did she notice that the woman probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Clearly, she was doing a pee dance, with her hands between her crotch similar to how Gina had walked through the shop only a few minutes before, but seemingly even more desperate. She didn’t need to tell what she needed, and Gina quickly put the key to the customer toilet on the counter. The woman muttered a quiet “thanks” before walking off, back outside to the side of the building where she apparently already knew the customer toilet was at. By now several cars were pumping gas again, and Gina noticed all the heads following the poor woman who was clearly close to having an accident as well. “Did it look that obvious with me too?” Gina wondered. She had calmed down a little bit. She had just prevented herself from crying earlier keeping her make-up intact, and now that she knew she had avoided a full accident and could probably hide the leaks. She had experience hiding the fact that she leaked a bit. Despite not having had many accidents since she had left elementary school, leaking a little bit before reaching the toilet was quite common. Most of the time the leaks were smaller than this, but she still felt confident. While catching her breath and helping a few more customers, she started wondering if the woman she just gave the key to would also be that lucky. She sure looked like she wouldn’t be able to make it. Gina started imagining those jeans, already slightly darker than hers, having an even darker and quickly growing patch form on them while she stood in front of the toilet, reaching her shoes within seconds and forming a huge puddle around her, similar to an accident of her own when she was nineteen, her last full accident until recently… “What the hell,” she thought, quickly pushing the thought away. She remembered how embarrassed she was and how her housemates had teased her about it for weeks, she couldn’t imagine how mortified she’d be if that happened away from home, having to get back in that state. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone! Still, she felt slightly disappointed when she saw the woman walking back into the shop without a hint of wetness on her crotch, making her more embarrassed about the wetness on her own. “Thanks! That was such a relief. Good thing you didn’t return a minute later, I was *sooo* sure I was gonna pee my pants right there until I saw you,” the woman said as she handed over the key. “I really thought I’d make it home but there’s a traffic jam up the road and it became an emergency, still kind of bad to have that almost happen when you’re twenty-three,” the woman said, revealing that she was exactly Gina’s age. “I just got my panties down in time! I think I was eight the last time I wet myself and that was in bed! Fuck, I talk too much, sorry for boring you,” she said. “No problem,” Gina answered, feeling even more embarrassed about her own wet panties. The next few hours, Gina had no choice but to remain seated when customers were there, and wouldn’t risk getting out of the cabin for her normal duties of filling up some shelves. Instead of getting up to get the smokes from behind her, she pushed the wheeled chair around and carefully made sure something was always between the line of sight of a customer and her crotch. Any time without customers she’d spend rubbing her crotch and butt, trying to dry the wetness to the point of near invisibility as quickly as she could and taking pictures of her backside with her phone to check on her progress. She was getting parched with her water bottle empty, and with the wetness still visible, she only dared to quickly pop into the shop to get herself a bottle of soda and back into the cabin and drink that. There was no tap in the cabin, only in the storage room. It was nearly eight when that bottle was also empty, and the dampness on her pants wasn’t that visible anymore. Her shift lasted until eleven, but she still had to sweep and mop the floor among a few other things before nine, so after quickly quenching her thirst and filling up her water bottle again she started doing those as fast as she could in the gaps between customers. It was only her third time on this shift and the second time alone, and she hadn’t found the most efficient way of doing stuff yet, and due to not being able to leave her seat earlier she was constrained by time. From nine onwards, she wasn’t allowed to leave her cabin for her own safety. Just in time, she emptied the bucket and made her way through the shop over the still wet floor. The sliding doors were set to open to make it dry quicker, and she’d just have to accept that the sign warning customers about the wet floor could not be removed until she closed, long after it had dried. She was able to do that way earlier two weeks ago like she was supposed to, but today she had no choice. It had been way busier than the last two times between eight and nine, and she was constantly running back to help customers. The time on the register read 20:59 as she closed the door, and only seconds later she heard the beep confirming the automatic alarm. If she left the cabin between now and eleven, the security center would get a notification and call the station for an explanation. If she left the cabin without an adequate reason, the local manager would be notified. From now on, all she had to do was make sure the shelves with tobacco products were filled for the next morning next to helping customers. Finally able to relax again, taking a swig from the water bottle she recently filled once more, a distinct feeling of pressure made her realize the mistake she had made. While running around to at least have the most essential things done on time, she hadn’t noticed how full her bladder had become. And of course now that nine o’ clock had finally passed, it was the first time the station was completely empty since she had dared to show herself outside of the cabin again. With no customer in sight to hear it, she started listing all her favourite curses with intensifying anger, directed at herself. After confirming nobody was coming in for a moment, she unbuttoned her tight jeans to fully assess the situation she was in by placing her hand on her bladder. The significant bulge she felt confirmed her fears; this wasn’t an amount she’d be able to hold for two hours. She also saw the edge of the yellow ring on her, now fully dried, white panties just below where her hand rested, reminding her of her near accident. If she didn’t find an alternative, she’d be adding to that with a real accident. One she couldn’t hide. She tried to find options, but next to shutting the door when the shop was empty, running to the toilet and having to embarrassingly explain that to several people after the fact, her only other option to not pee her pants or on the floor was to pee in the bottle. The bottle she’d have to empty first. Something she also couldn’t risk doing without the doors shut. And she knew from previous emergencies that one bottle was not enough to keep it all in, and the last time she had to resort to peeing in a half litre bottle she couldn’t stop when it was full and peed all over the floor of her car. “Why did I throw away the other bottle?” she thought to herself. The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want to risk a bathroom emergency being good enough to breach protocol to risk losing her job. It had taken her ages to get one, and she really needed the money next to be able to pay for her education. Despite her moral objections to the company she worked for, this had been her only option. She couldn’t risk losing this job. Despite her bladder getting pretty full already, and re-buttoning her jeans only emphasizing how quickly her situation was becoming dire, she just had to drink her water so her bottle would be empty. The quicker she would deal with this, the better her chances were of not accidentally peeing all over the floor. She started to take a big gulp, but with her entire body protesting the addition of more liquid to her system she had trouble swallowing all of it. Getting it empty as quickly as she could turned out to be rather slow, and it took her ten minutes until she finally did it. Just when she was ready to shut the doors for a minute though, suddenly several people, both from cars stopping and from the residential area, approached the shop. She couldn’t just sit there and not let them in. She crossed her legs again, and her bladder screamed out, having thought it was close to relief. She was shifting in her seat and bouncing her legs again while helping them, and the line quickly grew to over ten people. Why do they always arrive in groups? Fifteen minutes later, the shop was empty again. There were no cars pumping gas for now. This was the moment. She unscrewed the lid from the bottle and unbuttoned her jeans, but as she stood up to reach for the panel controlling the doors, they slid open again. Unbuttoning had given her bladder some much needed space, but re-buttoning made her need grow even worse, just as bad as it was when Jess left. Rounding the corner of the building was a cute girl probably a little bit younger than her, walking quickly with one hand pushing the front of her skirt between her legs, leaving no doubt that she was experiencing something similar. “H… Hi, is y... your, ehm, toilet, closed?” she said while hopping from one foot to the other, panic in her voice. “No, I have a key here you can use if you bring it back afterwards,” Gina answered, also doing a pee dance again. As she slid it through the small gap in the counter below the bulletproof glass meant for exchanging money, she suddenly heard a hissing sound followed by a loud pattering on the floor. Gina looked down and clearly saw how the black-and-white checkered skirt between her legs had immediately soaked through. The girl quickly grabbed the key, turned around and ran out of the store, but obviously didn’t stop peeing for a second. Seeing her glistening legs, soaked socks and overflowing shoes, leaving behind a continuous trail of pee between the counter and the door, and hearing the hissing and the sound of a waterfall hitting the tiles that had just dried was too much for Gina and her bladder started contracting. She managed to stop it after the first leak re-wetting the crotch of both her panties and jeans, but she knew she’d end up similarly to that poor girl if she didn’t act now. This time reaching the panel was the first thing she did. Immediately afterwards she unbuttoned her jeans once more but just before the doors closed shut behind the girl, they detected movement and opened again. In the door opening, a guy was standing, looking at the poor girl who was now stopped in her tracks. It being a summer evening, it was still light enough that you could see the puddle she was making on the pavement next to the shop looking past the legs of the guy staring at her in disbelief. The automatic sliding doors still being open, refusing to close with someone in the vicinity, Gina had to re-button her jeans once more. She could just avoid screaming out in agony as the extra pressure on her bladder pushed more urine towards her final defences. She put both her hands in her crotch, wet once more from her previous leak, but it didn’t help. Her already weakened muscles couldn’t handle it. Her mind was still set on holding it in, but her body had given up and opened the floodgates. Urine soaked through her pants rapidly, some of it running over her fingers and dripping down on the ground below her but most of it going down the legs of her pants, the tightness of them making the pee running down the back and the front circle around her legs and joining up at several points, most notably around her knees. When she finally gave up and removed her dripping wet hands from her crotch, still glistening with pee actively exiting her body when it was already filling up her shoes. Staring down in disbelief at her continuing accident, she heard someone speak. “You dirty bitches! Never fucking mind.” The guy, probably halfway through his twenties, had an angry look on his face. Normally, Gina would go off on anyone calling her or another girl or woman the b-word, but this time it just resulted in the tears, already building up in her eyes, to start streaming down her face as the guy made his way out of the shop, careful to step over the pee the other girl had left on the floor. Behind him stood that girl, face red and teary eyed just like Gina, her make-up ruined and awkwardly holding the useless key, looking down at Gina’s accident. “Well, I guess we’re both not alone,” she said through a hoarse voice that sounded like she was on the verge of sobbing, but having a chuckle through her tears. Gina’s bladder was finally empty, and her pants immediately started to cool down a little bit. Gina similarly had a small chuckle. “I guess you don’t need that anymore,” Gina answered, motioning at the key in the girl’s hand. Her voice more similar to the girl’s voice than she had hoped. They were both smiling at each other through the tears. As awkward and embarrassing as it was for both of them, they found some camaraderie in having it happen to both of them at the same time. “Good thing you had the foresight to put that wet floor sign up already,” the girl said while handing the key back, causing Gina to outright laugh through the tears. She felt so hopeless, but at least there was someone to feel hopeless with. “Since I’m here anyway, I think I’ll start smoking again if I have to walk home like this,” the girl said, before ordering her brand and a lighter. “Can I see your ID first?” Gina asked. Both still clearly crying just from the sound of their voices, but a bit more comforted than they were a few minutes ago. “Oh come on Gina,” the girl said, referring to the name tag. “I’m sorry, I have to ask,” Gina said apologetically. The girl turned out to be twenty-one, easily old enough for the minimum of eighteen. “At least you can hide until your skirt is a bit less wet, I’m stuck here working in jeans until eleven, Naomi,” Gina said as she handed the smokes to her, referring to the name she saw on the ID in a similar vein Naomi had just done to her. “That’s actually a great idea, thanks! Oh, and here’s some make-up remover, you need it.” Using her phone as a mirror, Gina saw how bad it was, and quickly removed it all, luckily before anyone stepped inside. After smoking a cigarette, the girl got it back from her and hid in the bathroom for a while. When she came back out half an hour later to thank Gina, the only visible proof of her accident was the wetness on her socks, and of course the river of pee on the floor that at that point nobody could link to her, while the wetness in Gina’s pants by that point had spread through the fabric of her jeans even more to the point of there barely being a dry spot below her hips. She was jealous. She knew how easy it was to hide an accident in a skirt, but they were only allowed to wear jeans on the job. The only thing she had to hide her accident was a big blue bin bag, draped over her lap while she sat on the chair. Over the evening, several customers complained about the pee on the floor, causing Gina to explain how she can’t leave her cabin after nine. Despite her best efforts, the bin bag attracted enough attention that several people, especially the ones buying cigarettes, noticed her accident. It was the most humiliating evening she had ever had. One man who complained about the puddle and then saw her wet jeans from under the bin bag got absolutely furious, assuming she had first peed herself in the shop before nine and had then refused to clean it up, using the story about someone else peeing herself at the exact same time and not being allowed in the shop after nine as an excuse to be lazy and force people to walk in pee. He got Gina sobbing trying to explain. Luckily she got some sympathy from the people behind him who got him to stop but he said he was going to file an official complaint about her, and later one girl tried to comfort her by admitting that it happens to her too sometimes. Overall, most people chose to not say anything the numerous times the bag didn’t completely cover their sight of her jeans, but she was pretty sure they all knew she had wet her pants. Especially the ones who saw her after that one mean man. After closing down the register and doors at eleven exactly, Gina still had to mop up all the pee. She didn’t look forward to going outside, her jeans still visibly wet, but after filling up a bucket with hot water she came back into the shop to see Naomi, now wearing shorts, knocking on the glass door, smiling and pushing a skirt and a pair of panties against the door. She officially wasn’t allowed to do this, but she’d give anything not to have to go home and sit in her car like this so she let her in. “I’ve got you some clean clothes!” Naomi said, beaming with joy. Still down, Gina could only manage a meek smile. “Come on, you change while I help you with this,” Naomi said while grabbing the mop from Gina’s hands. She immediately started cleaning the floor where she had her accident. After a moment of consideration, Gina decided she could trust her enough to go to the back to change for a minute. She was gonna change out of the company blouse anyway. It took a while peeling off her soaked jeans, and once she was done and carefully carried her wet clothes on one arm, keeping away from her own shirt and Naomi’s rather short skirt, and the blouse on the other, barefoot because she didn’t want to put her feet back into those wet shoes, Naomi stood there waiting for her. She perked up somehow looking at the collection of wet clothes, but then looked apologetic. “Oh sorry, I should’ve brought some shoes or something too!” she said. “No worries, this is already way better than I had hoped for,” Gina answered. She opened the door to the cabin to grab the bin bag. The smell of her own urine, already with her through her clothes, filled her nostrils even stronger as she did since Naomi couldn’t reach this part. She put all her clothes inside the bag and turned around to get the mop, but Naomi already stood there with it, ready to go. “No, this is mine,” Gina said, grabbing the mop back and starting to mop it up. The water in the bucket already had a yellowish tint from Naomi’s accident. “But you helped me so that nobody except for that shithead saw that I wet myself, while you were stuck in your wet pants!” Naomi protested while touching Gina’s arm gently, but she let her mop. “It’s fine, it’s my own fault for forgetting to go before nine. Besides, I’m not even allowed to let you in the shop after eleven, let alone in here,” Gina said. She might get into trouble already. Especially with someone from the security company standing outside for the last twenty minutes, who saw her let Naomi in. After finishing the floor, the wet cushion of the chair still stood there. She had no solution for that. She had to sit down to preserve some dignity, and the chair paid the price. “Thanks for helping me, what’s your number so I can return your clothes next week?” Gina said after closing the door to the cabin. “You can have my number but you can keep the clothes, you helped me avoid a lot of humiliation,” Naomi answered. “But you returned the favor.” “Honestly only after I told my mom what happened and said I wish I could help you too, I’m so dumb for not realizing I could on my own, haha” Naomi said. She had such a sweet smile, Gina thought. It lightened her mood. “I also don’t want to train myself to associate peeing my pants with getting cute clothes for free, what if it becomes a Pavlovian response?” Gina said. Naomi laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to come by here with cute clothes for all your shifts to make sure you didn’t have another accident. Just give me your order, or do you trust me picking out some sexy clothes for you? I mean, these already look great on you!” Naomi added a wink after that. Was she… flirting? Gina wasn’t sure and just laughed awkwardly. She didn’t want to assume. What if she just went for it and this girl was straight? That would be one great way to ruin a possible new friendship. Gina just hoped. If she was, she definitely was more daring than her. She couldn’t dream of doing that with someone before she knew if they’re even into girls. Then Naomi went in for a hug and embraced Gina closely, who returned. After a few seconds, Naomi whispered in her ear. “I like your socks” Naomi pulled back with a suggestive smile. Gina realized. She had been wearing her pride socks that day. She felt her face go red. She tried to suppress a smile for a second but had to give up. A meek “thanks” was all she could muster. She was always worse at flirting with people she genuinely liked. “So, what’s your number, then I’ll call you,” Naomi said, breaking a silence that nearly got awkward. Driving back home, all Gina could think about was Naomi. Her smile, her demeanour, her legs… they looked so nice wet. Ehm, her flirting, her wet skirt, NO. Her hug, her touch, she wished she could see her panties, maybe they were also see-through like… STOP IT. She couldn’t wait to get home and take care of herself. She tried to avoid it, but her mind kept wandering back to when Naomi’s pee was streaming through the front of her skirt. After she parked her car, she automatically pushed her hand into her gifted skirt the same way she had seen Naomi do. She massaged herself through it, and immediately felt wet. Too wet. She turned around and saw a wet spot on her seat? She felt the back of her skirt. Also wet. She felt the front of her skirt. It had gotten wetter. Suddenly hissing. A familiar hissing. Pee ran down her legs onto the asphalt below. Through the skirt. She was peeing herself again. She had felt it a little bit during the car ride, but it just came out without warning. And apparently it had done so before without her even noticing. Concerning. But for now, she was just concerned with getting some privacy in her own bed, and quickly got inside. She tried to cut it off, but kept dribbling the entire way there. She left a trail of drops everywhere she went, until she had closed her bedroom door. She started rubbing herself through the wet skirt and wet panties, picking up the pace, and her urethra had opened fully once more. Without any mental block it had become impossible to stop. She got horny just from wetting herself uncontrollably, but her mind going back to when Naomi had her accident and her peeing her pants right after, and then them being left together at the gas station, both in visibly wet clothes, sent her over the edge. She couldn’t keep quiet. “What’s wrong with me?” she thought afterwards, for multiple reasons. She was disgusted with what she just did and what she was getting turned on by. But when she went to bed, she couldn’t bring herself to take off those wet panties. Those are Naomi’s panties. And she just peed in them. Maybe Naomi has peed in them before too? She drifted off. She dreamt of Naomi. Of her accidentally peeing those shorts when she got home. Of her then masturbating through soaked white panties. She woke up. She felt it as soon as she moved. For the first time since high school, she had peed the bed while sober. “What’s wrong with me?” she thought again.

Here is a bit of reader insert bed wetting fiction. I hope it’s enjoyable to someone. If you like it, please let me know. It motivates me to write more. *originally posted (and ignored) on AO3 under the pen name StOrY1. ————- “Heeeey! (Y/N)! Is that it? Did you finish your last test?” Your roommate offers you a grin and a double thumbs up as you plod exhaustedly into the room. You ignore her, flopping face down on the bed with a groan of exhaustion. After one week you’ll graduate from college. Right now, having pulled two consecutive all nighters to finish up your senior thesis and study for your physics final, the only thing you want is to sleep. Your roommate crouches at the end of your bed, shaking you playfully by the shoulder. “Come on,” she says. “You can’t pass out without a celebratory drink.” “Watch me,” you mutter, but you know it’s no use. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and pushing your hair (greasy from a week of being too busy to shower) out of your face. You’ve never been awake for this long before. Robotically, you take the beer that your roommate thrusts into your hand. You down it in three huge gulps, hoping that’ll make her go away. Instead, she hands you another beer. “How was the physics final anyway?” “I swear to god, I think I was hallucinating,” you complain. Actually, you still feel that way now. The beer in your hand is dream-like. It’s more like something that is happening to you rather than something you’re actively doing. It’s like, the mouth that is opening is yours and the throat the beer is going down is yours, but what do you really have to do with that in the grand scheme of things. “I’m sure you aced it like you did everything else,” your roommate says. “Seriously, in the last four years I haven’t seen you screw up anything.” You shrug. “I guess I screw up as much as anybody else,” you say, swallowing back a burp. “Like fuck you do. Have another beer.” The third beer is the charm that gets your roommate to leave you alone. You curl up in bed, not bothering to take off your shoes. You’re just so tired! All you want to do is sleep, yet it’s hard for reasons your exhaustion numbed brain can’t figure out. You shift back and forth in bed, aware of a growing pressure and discomfort in your lower belly. It’s almost an urgency, but you’re way too sleepy to feel urgent about anything. Somehow you drift off, only to be awakened a short time later by a pang in your bladder. <i>What?</i> you think groggily. Then: Oh, never mind. The discomfort resolves itself. Your dorm room is usually chilly, but you grow warm. The comfy warmth starts at your crotch, and seeps down your thighs and up your back. You’re awake enough to know that this will be a problem, but not awake enough to care. You were a bed wetter late into your teens, but now you’re twenty-four, and disbelieving that your body is betraying you like this. Oh well, it feels nice to relax and let your body do what it wants, especially after fighting it to stay awake as long as you did. This is probably just a stupid dream. No way you’re really wetting the bed as a college senior. As though from far away, you overhear your roommate and somebody else giggling. Whatever. You fall fully back asleep before you finish peeing. Even a soaking wet bed isn’t enough to keep you from sleeping like a rock for the next six hours. When you open your eyes, the light is off and somebody has laid a blanket over you and your wet jeans. You shiver. Your head hurts. Your priority should be to clean yourself up, but all you really want is to be warm so you can sleep. You sigh in discontent, and take the laziest way out— you deliberately wet yourself again. It’s not like things can get worse, and at least now you’re warm enough to go back to sleep. You’ll face the consequences tomorrow. Said consequences come in the form of a drenched mattress, skin that is sticky with piss, and a roommate who smirks at you as you sit up and survey the considerable damage you did to yourself during the night. “I take back what I said about you never screwing up,” your roommate says, not unkindly. You hide your face in your hands, unable to meet her eyes. Your face is hot with embarrassment, though the rest of you is cold with last night’s stale urine. “Was... was anybody else here?” you ask, thinking back to the laughter that you either heard or dreamt you heard. “A few people,” your roommate admits. “But don’t worry about it. Nobody hates you or anything. Honestly, I think we were kind of relieved.” “Relieved?” you ask. “Yeah. You’re like our resident super-human, with your grades and everything. Now that we’ve seen you wet the bed, we know you’re just a normal person who makes mistakes like the rest of us.” You’re not sure what to think of that. All you know is that, as you stand up to take your walk of shame to the bathroom to clean up, you feel humbled, stupid, and small. Your drenched jeans cling to your skin, and you decide never to screw with your sleep schedule so badly again. One accident you can live down, but it’s not something you want to make a habit out of. Or is it? It had felt nice to stop struggling and just let things happen for once.

A few years back, I was out with a couple friends, one of which was female, where someone said something funny and she busted out laughing hysterically. After several seconds of this, she crouched down almost to the ground with her legs very slightly parted saying she was going to pee her pants if she didn't stop laughing. After a few seconds, she stood up and said something, but quickly after said "I have to go to the bathroom". Not sure if she fully made it but I didn't see any evidence of not making it. Has anyone else seen a girl do this (or any females themselves do this), either to hold their pee while laughing or as they were starting to actually have an accident?

Hi all! Have you ever been told to wet your pants? And what did you do? And this includes anytime someone has told you or given you permission to wet yourself. Such as a parent saying it's ok if you were desperate on a long car ride. This has not happened to me. So I'm curious to hear all your stories(: thanks for reading.

Hey, This isn’t the first time I’ve wet the bed in my sleep, but it was equally unnerving as the first. I was staying in a hotel for work. It’s less common now than before COVID. Back then, my partner didn’t know about my fetish so was opportunistic with nights away. I was always extremely cautious about leaving the rooms pristine. I would conduct games on bed pads / in diapers, and took sufficient wipes and disinfectant to thoroughly cleanup after. It’s only when I confessed my fetish that my partner admitted finding some ‘wetting kit’ in my packing once. Bless her, she kept quiet all this time to avoid embarrassment. I was mortified but admittedly very endeared by her discretion. I’m grateful such secrecy is no longer needed. Besides the dishonesty, when I’m away for work it’s because I have long physical days on location, so passion in the hotel room was always finite. I digress. About 10 days ago I checked in with my colleagues late after an extremely tiring day. I emptied my bladder in the shower, bedded down, then called my partner to say our goodnights. Perhaps goodnites would have been more appropriate. (Fabulous pun, you’re welcome!) I didn’t feel turned on. I had a dehydration headache. I hadn’t drunk alcohol. My bladder was most definitely empty. I was very, very tired. In the night the unthinkable woke me. I was lying on wet sheets. Unlike previous times this has happened, I hadn’t been dreaming about pee or anything erotic. In fact, I hadn’t dreamt at all. I also didn’t wake while peeing, feeling the unmistakable trickle and instantly clenching up. None of that. I woke with no indication of incontinence at all, other than wet sheets. Besides where I was laying, they were cold. The mishap evidently occurred a while before I stirred. Definitely not time of the month. My second sleepy thought was that, because I was near a window, this was condensation or rain or something that had made it somehow into the bed. But I took long breaths under the covers and the aroma was unmistakable. I traced the damp patch with my fingers and confirmed it was centred around my bottom. Indeed, my panties were soaked through too. Perhaps this was done by a previous occupant and my weight on the sheets had simply pushed the liquid to the surface? I know, sounds silly. I was half asleep when I thought this and it was enough of an explanation for me to drift back to sleep. The light of morning confirmed that I had wet the bed. I felt awful. It was unclear just how much disobedient pee had made its escape from my sleeping body, but it was clearly substantial. Not only by the smell in the room, but by the distinct large yellow stain I had inadvertently created. After so many times I had peed in hotel beds and left the room evidence free, I had failed spectacularly. I felt awful. Before checkout, I stripped the bed to find the hotel had a protector on the mattress. Thank goodness. The mattress itself was dry. Unfortunately the duvet cover was not waterproof. I bundled it all so it could be handled by dry patches alone, and left the mess in the shower along with a very apologetic note. My panties were sacrificed in a sanitary bag in the bin. If I carried cash, I would have left a tip. I can only hope housekeeping were not offended by my accident. To be brutally honest, I was also very worried about an additional service charge being seen by my boss. I can’t imagine the embarrassment there. I planned an unimaginative cover story about a spilled drink and hoped the conversation would never occur. It hasn’t yet, so looks like that’s the end of it. The whole experience has left me extremely nervous. Subconscious bed wetting has been a long running fear for me. My sister had problems with it into her teens and I totally empathise with the pain it caused. Luckily I’ve had very few actual accidents but all the time I was with my partner before she knew my fetish, I was terrified of something occurring. Both awake during playtimes and asleep. Now, thankfully I feel an event like this at home would be generally acceptable. My fear is this could happen again while on business, or worse staying with my partner’s family sleeping in her bed. The only rational explanation I can think of was that I was extremely tired and sleeping in a different bed. Could that cause a slip up? If so I fear diapers may have to be used for trips away from home. The real worry was that all the things I can think would prevent it were already done. As I said, I peed before bed. I was unhealthily dehydrated after a long day, and I had no alcohol in my system. Scary.

So I've been into wetting/desperation pretty much as long as I've been into anything, but never done more than watch videos or read poll results until today. I came home from work needing to pee, and decided I wanted to just get off before showering bc I was sweaty and gross anyway. I was trying to get off quick so I could shower but while I was touching myself I just leaked totally uncontrollably for the first time ever. I guess I didn't really notice how much I needed to go but all of a sudden I was super desperate and also turned on, especially after feeling it come out. I decided since I'd already leaked and could feel a wet spot, I might as well try to make myself have an accident. I started doing polls on my phone and leaked a lot more, so much that I could feel the crotch of my shorts was totally soaked and the wet patch was down the thighs of my shorts too. At one point I leaked for like 10 seconds and had to grab myself to stop. By that point I was so wet and my clit was so sensitive. While I was doing a challenge and pressing my bladder on the counter, I had to grab myself to stop leaking and came basically immediately. I wet for like 20 seconds before I was able to get it under control, then finished going in the shower after taking my shorts off. I'd never had the guts to make an account here or actually wet myself before today happened but it was super hot and I got off really fast.

I am trying to start writing here again. I hope you all enjoy _______________________________________________ If there is one thing Casey loves other than teaching it’s routine. She drinks the same amount of drinks every day, takes the same breaks, and it has served her well over her past couple years of teaching. She’s the youngest teacher at her school, only 25 years old, so she tries very hard to show the others she isn’t too young for her position of authority. She always looks well put together with her black hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, dressed in blouses that show off her ample breasts and skirts or pants that hug the curve of her ass perfectly. When she arrives at school it’s always ready for class with a smile on her face and a friendly but sufficiently authoritative attitude. Today though her usually bright hazel eyes had been slightly glazed over when she first went into work, her white blouse and gray slacks not quite as neatly pressed as usual. She’d been up late catching up with an old friend who had returned to town and, as a result, she violated her routine. She woke up later than normal and had been using coffee to supplement her energy levels. She needed it to deal with the rowdy freshman in her second period introductory English class. High schoolers could truly be as troublesome as grade schoolers when they wanted to be. That was in the past though. As she finishes another coffee she knows it can be her last since she only has one last class and it’s one of her favorites to teach. As she drains the rest of her cup, one of her fellow teachers walks in. “I didn’t realize you were such a coffee junkie,” Jared teases as he steps into the teacher’s lounge and moves to grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind her. “Usually I’m not but I was up a little too late last night,” Casey admits somewhat sheepishly, giving her coworker a shy grin. Jared is the only teacher around Casey’s age at the high school, clocking in at only a couple years older. He’s tall, about 6’ 2” compared to her 5’ 6”, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes that always seemed to dance with the slightest hint of mischief. It’s no surprise that Casey had developed the slightest crush on him since joining the school a few months prior. He’s charming and funny and something about him always made her tummy flip. Perhaps it’s this effortless charm that caused Casey to completely forget a crucial part of her usual routine. Casey’s last class is AP English, which means that the students are all seniors who genuinely want to be there. All in all it leads to more maturity in the classroom and for a more fun class for both her and the students. She always offers up her time afterwards since it’s the last class of the school day so if students want to ask questions or continue the conversation they can. Once that finishes, she makes her way home down mostly backroads until she reaches her modest apartment. It’s a schedule that affords little opportunity for bathroom runs so Casey always uses the ladies’ room during her break before that last period class. Except for today, when she’d been too distracted by Jared’s wink and offer to walk her to her classroom to think of something as unsexy as a trip to the washroom. She doesn’t realize her mistake until about halfway through class when her bladder starts to alert her of its desire to be emptied. She pushes the thought aside as she continues to guide her students through a discussion on Walden from her place standing at the front of the classroom. Her students continue to talk and debate from their seats at the large table Casey had insisted be placed in her room. Desks, she had argued, were far too stuffy and true discussion was only possible at a large table where she and her students could sit as equals. The principal hadn’t loved her making waves so early in her tenure at the school but she had gotten her wish. She’s even more grateful for her insistence now as her bladder once again makes itself known. The students’ focus is primarily on each other instead of her as she presses her thighs together and mentally admonishes her kidneys for working so quickly. Casey takes a seat at the table to make it easier on her bladder as it gets more and more insistent. She knows she should be paying attention to the discussion but her students seem to have it handled and she would much rather focus on keeping herself under control and her need a secret. As time creeps on and her bladder continues to fill, she can’t help but think over how she’s gotten to this point when having to use the restroom has never been an issue in this class before. Only then does she consider all of the coffee she’s downed, the water she’s drank to compensate for the caffeine’s dehydrating effects, and finally her skipped bathroom break. If she weren’t in a classroom full of students she’d curse herself out for her own irresponsibility. Casey’s thoughts continue to wander but once they start fixating on how good it would feel to be able to leave to relieve herself she realizes perhaps she should focus on something else. So she hones in on her students, watching to see which ones are participating more or less than the others. Eventually she settles on one student in particular, Brady, an earnest kid with brown eyes and brown hair. He always manages to cause quite the stir amongst the school’s female population. On multiple occasions Casey had heard girls giggling and whispering about him and it always brought her a little bit of nostalgia to watch them react to him the same way she probably would if she were their age. High school wasn't too long ago for her so she remembers the feelings well. Still, it’s hard to reconcile the diligent student she sees in front of her now taking notes as if his life depends on it with the unattainable jock she’d heard the other students whispering about. It’s not a perfect solution, but the reminder of her own days in high school and the walk through memory lane helps keep her mind off the leaden weight sitting heavy in her abdomen and before she knows it she’s snapped back to reality by the sound of the bell ringing. “Ok guys! Great class today, as usual I’ll stick around for a bit after class if anyone has any questions, otherwise I’ll see you next week!” Casey announces, relief washing over her that she’ll be able to take her leave soon. Before she can though Brady pounces, vacating his seat and moving to the one immediately adjacent to hers as his other classmates begin to filter out. “You have a question Brady?” Casey asks in the sweetest voice she can muster. It’s a Friday afternoon and most students, no matter how enthusiastic they are on a subject, are eager to leave class and get on with their weekend. Casey prays this will also be the case with Brady as she resists the temptation to squirm in place. God it’s been years since she’s had to piss this bad. She had a rigid bathroom schedule for a reason, after all. She’d never had the strongest or largest of bladders and it had gotten her in trouble plenty of times growing up (and if she’s being honest well into college) but upon graduating and becoming a quote unquote “real adult” with a “real adult job” she’d vowed to keep it under control. Now it seems today is to be a test of that vow. “A few questions actually,” Brady replies and although Casey wants to groan or ask him to keep it short, she can’t bear to rain on his enthusiasm. She’s a teacher! It’s her job to nurture this kind of thirst for knowledge! To kill his passion just because she’d been irresponsible would make her the exact type of teacher she’d hated having growing up. The same kind that had almost made her drop out of school. No, Casey would never stoop to that level, so her bladder would just have to suck it up. Except that’s easier said than done when Brady’s “few” questions are all quite thorough. At some points they aren’t even really questions, more just opportunities for him to ramble on about his thoughts on Thoreau and the story. It’s all well and good that he’s excited but all the talk of the pond and Thoreau’s vivid descriptions of it are doing Casey and her struggling bladder no favors. The pressure in Casey’s abdomen increased with each passing minute but there’s little she can do beyond uncross and recross her legs. The more time she spends trapped in the chair, the more desperate she grows and soon she can’t help but to squirm in the seat, her hips shifting from side to side as she prays Brady is too busy monologuing to notice. She’s long since stopped paying much attention, simply making vague noises at what seem to be the appropriate times to give the impression that she’s listening. Her bladder is screaming for relief now, the yellow tide inside her pounding at the floodgates. She would give anything to be able to shove a hand inside her crotch and apply pressure to her trembling hole. Brady stops talking and looks down at his notes for a moment and Casey thinks that maybe, just maybe, he’s finishing up but instead he flips to a new page and then continues again. God she could cry. Her bladder contracts painfully and Casey could swear she feels the liquid entering her urethra, so close to pouring out of her and into her little white panties. It occurs to her then that she won’t make it at this rate unless she comes up with something fast. Memories of college exams spent similarly desperate roll up to the front of her mind unbidden and as much as she wants to reject them she knows the trick she used then is likely her only chance at getting out of this situation with her dignity in tact. She focuses very intently on her bladder, doing damage assessment as a painful twinge shoots through her lower body, and only once she is sure she’s got complete mastery and awareness of it does she allow herself a short moment to relax. For no longer than one, single second hot piss jets out of her tired urethra and into her panties, instantly saturating the material. Her face must surely flush red in time with the tiny leak but the fact she’d been able to regain control gives Casey hope. She can live with damp panties. Although she’s well aware her gray pants will show if she leaks anymore, she also knows the school will have pretty much cleared out by now. As long as Brady leaves before seeing her stand, she should be able to make it to her car without anyone noticing if she’s got the slightest wet stain on her slacks. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than the alternative so she allows herself to relax again, another spurt spraying out of her like a firehose. “Ms. Parker?” Panic shoots through Casey’s veins like ice water as the shock of Brady addressing her causes her leak to last a little longer than she’d intended. She’s sure it must show in her eyes when she focuses back in on her student. “What?” she asks, her voice an octave higher than it should be as her bladder screams to be allowed relief once more. She’s keenly aware that her pants are more wet than she’d like them to be but she can’t check when Brady is staring at her the way he is. “I asked if the pond is a metaphor for life and how we should live in the moment,” Brady explains, his disappointment already evident. “Ah sorry, I must’ve zoned out for a second I…” Brady visibly deflates. “Sorry, I’m boring you aren’t I?” he asks and immediately guilt washes over Casey. How could she be so selfish? “No! You’re not boring me, it’s just been a long day, I’m so sorry Brady,” she hurries to explain even as her body pleads with her to just let the boy go so she can go find relief. “It’s alright, I should just go. I don’t want to hold you up any longer,” he sighs. Casey’s heart aches in her chest and even though she knows she’ll regret it, she finds herself saying “Don’t worry about it, you aren’t holding me up. Let’s talk Walden ok?” Brady immediately perks back up and leans in forward to listen. Meanwhile, Casey’s body cries in protest. She was so close. So close to being able to go find relief and instead her bleeding heart had trapped her once again. Everything is far more difficult when she’s the one driving the conversation. It’s damn near impossible to focus on both the literary analysis she’s trying to give and on keeping the floodgates firmly shut. Typically, Casey doesn’t allow herself more than a couple leaks when she’s desperate. She’s discovered in college that after the third or fourth time it’s far too difficult to reseal the doors once they’re opened but this is an emergency. So she takes the risk and allows herself to relax just a fraction, but it’s a poorly calculated one. She tried to just crack open the door to the tidal wave bearing down on her urethra, but the force of the liquid breaks the door off its hinges. With her attention divided between Brady and her bladder, she’d lacked the control necessary to just let out a little and now she stutters in her sentence, face flushing a vibrant red as her crotch grows warm. Her panties are saturated in seconds and it doesn’t take long for her gray slacks to start darkening as well. “Ms. Parker are you ok?” Brady asks, but it sounds distant as piss starts to pool in Casey’s wooden seat. Soon it’s racing down her legs and the pool in the seat grows too large to be contained there so the flood moves to the floor, creating a sizable puddle beneath the seat. It feels like an out of body experience. There’s a distant part of Casey that knows what’s happening to her but all she can do is uncross her legs and stare in numb shock as the piss stain on her slacks grows, leaving the material dark and shiny with her fluids. After what feels like years her flow finally slows to trickle and then stops entirely and it’s as if doing so breaks the spell that had kept her numb. All of the emotions she should have been feeling come rushing in at once: shock, humiliation, relief. It’s almost overwhelming and as she looks up at her student, the one who’d born witness to her incredibly shameful act, she sees something unreadable flash through his eyes for the briefest of moments. “I think I should get going,” he tells her, his face not betraying whatever thoughts he may be having at seeing his young teacher disgrace herself so. “Yea…. You should….” “I’ll see you Monday Ms. Parker.” Casey barely notices as he rises to leave, careful to step around the puddle she’d made on the floor. Even once he’s gone she doesn’t move an inch. It’s not until the sound of the janitor coming down the hall reaches her ears that she springs into action. She knows that she should clean up the mess she’d made, but the idea of the janitor catching her wiping up her own piss in soiled pants is too mortifying to stomach. So instead she finds herself lunging for her bag where she knows she has gym clothes waiting for her and then racing off to the teacher’s lounge to change. She manages to get inside but then promptly careens into someone once she enters. “Woah there, what’s the rush?” a deep male voice asks and as if the day couldn’t get any worse when she looks up to see who she’d nearly run over, her eyes meet the mischievous green ones of none other than Jared.

If so, what happened and did you witness it first hand? Did you tell them during or afterwards, and if during, did they let you watch or do anything? What was their reaction to both being desperate and it turning you on? Please answer only if they didn't know beforehand that it turned you on to see someone desperate to pee or have an accident.