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A/N: For those not familiar with my work, know that feedback and your honest comments are more than appreciated! For fans of my current project, this doesn’t mean that its over, I’m just taking a short break. When you’re done reading, I’ll have a few questions at the end for you that may help me as a writer. Would love your thoughts! Oh, and the tags relate to upcoming chapters if they’re not in this first chapter. Kind of like a sneak peak! Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future. Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?” “It’s August, Mom.” “But they get, you know, snow up there.” “Not in the summer.” “I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?” “Not in August.” Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again “I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?” “It’ll be fine.” “Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?” “A lot of people like sports.” “But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?” “Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.” “Are they good?” “Mostly. Patriots are really good.” “So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!” “I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.” “Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me” “Do you even know what team we root for?” “The…Bengals?” “Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands. “Are we any good?” “No. Wake me when we get there.” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again. The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter. “Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.” “Mmmph. Wh-what?” “Coffee. What do you want?” Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again “What do you want?” “Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?” Michelle stared at her daughter blankly “You know, why don’t you order Ash?” “Fine.” The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern “Can we like…go inside?” “Why?” “I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact “We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.” “Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?” “Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.” Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting “Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!” Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying. The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look. The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted “Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.” “I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.” “We’re not stopping for a while.” “I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!” Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water. I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked “Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?” “Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.” “…kinda.” Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions “You’re such a boomer.” “Am not! You know when I was born.” “1977 is boomer age.” “Whatever. Just read the directions.” Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console. “10 Miles. How long is that?” Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.” Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long. Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon. The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first “Why are we stopping?” “How should I know?” “This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder. Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it. “Mom…a mile and a half.” Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder “MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated. Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself. Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter “Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.” Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide. “What?” Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane. The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it. Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police. “Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation “What do we do? How do we-?” “Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window “H-hi-hi officer.” “You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.” “Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem “W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch “Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued “Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.” “Hurry!” She begged “What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined “The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.” “Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!” “Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.” “No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!” “You don’t have to watch me.” “But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?” While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter. “Find us a place. Now!” Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter “I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.” The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer “Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.” “Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.” As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage. Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her. “There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned. The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles. Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road. Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car. Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. “Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!” Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news “I-I stopped. I…I stopped.” It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. “C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it. Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them “Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs “Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern. “Oh, darlin’! Come with me.” She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice. “Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.” Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit. Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away. A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening “Ohh…i-its happening…” Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock “Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!” Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident. Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles. “Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom. Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom. Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap. It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act. “Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. “Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?” “I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!” “At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do “Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment. To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize. “Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“ “D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter. “Here. Dry yourself and-“ Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch. “Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle. “Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door. Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully. “We, uh…we didn’t make it…” The hostess sighed, observing the damage. “Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” “T-thank you Ma’am.” “Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again. As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years “Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.” “Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out “I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.” Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start. A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough?

Stories regarding a female friend, acquaintance, co-worker, etc where they were desperate to pee, couldn't hold it all the way, or had a full genuine accident, where you ended up seeing more of them than normal circumstances would allow (panties, bare p***y, pee coming out, etc). Unless it was the first time seeing them at this level or beyond or what before you were together, please do no not includeb spouses, significant others, etc

Has anyone ever had an actual true wetting accident in front of their friend/friends? Even a significant other would probably qualify. For example, not being able to hold it in the car, getting scared on a rollercoaster, being tickled, stuck in an elevator, etc. If so, what happened and how did they react?

Hi, all! I want to start taking commissions and posting them here. Below you can find my price range and no-gos: Prices: $10 per sketch (flat colors, no bg) $15 per sketch (shading, no bg) $20 per sketch (flat colors, simple bg) $25 per sketch (shading, simple bg) + $5 per additional character for any of the above + $10 for a complex bg for any of the above I cannot draw complicated facial features. So if you want specific characters in your art, that is fine, but please be aware in advance that they may not look exactly like the characters. I will not draw scat, messing, furries, or anything involving nudity. NSFW or sex-related things can be discussed in DMs but please note that two characters physically touching is also a difficult area for me. I will draw females, males, or any other gender. I will draw OCs (please send me a description of your OC so I can get him or her right!) and characters from other shows/movies/books. Fandoms which I am especially familiar with: Marvel, Harry Potter, The Secret History, and DC (specifically The Dark Knight and Birds of Prey). Please DM me on here for more details or if you have any questions. My Patreon and Ko-Fi are linked below, and we can discuss how you will pay in the DMs. (I typically use PayPal.) Here are some examples of complicated bgs I've done in the past (non-omo related): and here are some wetting drawings I've done recently: full comic here:

Headed home from a bar yesterday which was about a 30min drive and my wife was getting more and more desperate to pee. She had broken the seal a few times while drinking and She was begging me to just pull over and let her relieve herself on the side of the road near the end of the ride. Needless to say I kept pushing on with her in agony by the time we hit our street. She was bursting and could sit still with her hand crammed in her crotch. No sooner than I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park she gasps and completely loses control peeing her pants and making a huge puddle in the seat. A definite dream come true.

Home alone today Been holding for 5 hours, its soon... I've been enjoying this fetish for many years, but its new to me to kind of do anything in real life. Apart from together with my wife during sex. When I wet, I want to "do it like a girl". Would love some good ideas, tips or tricks. Some other men that has experience trying to do it like a girl? Maybe you girls would give me some pointers, how to make it feel super feminine? I mean regarding my stance, down my legs? or backwards, squatting? anything I was considering maybe wearing a skirt Thanks in advance! Cheers P

Hi! I'm new here, well, not 'new-new' I've been into omorashi since I was young, before I even knew it was a thing, but I'm a grown-ass adult now so I'm finally here freaking doing this! I wanted to start by asking... does anyone here like the 'just made it' scenarios? Although I guess I'll get more specific about what I'm into. I LOVE desperation, I mean the desperation is everything, the holding, the whines/whimpers/moans of pain and annoyance, the POTTY DANCING, and I love-love it when desperation borders into true desperation and the holder is clearly leaking (really badly no less) and/or about to leak and needs to find release SOMEHOW and proceed to find a sneaky place to pee at, or even do it in a receptacle or something else unconventional. For example, a male could something to pee in, like a bottle or even hide somewhere to whip it out or something like that. Same for a female, needing to find like a bucket or cup to pee in, or also having to sneak away to pee someplace, SOME way to pee so that way they don't lose it. I LOVE it when they lose it though, I am fond of that too, but just making it is probably my favorite, especially if there is still embarrassment and especially if a witness is there to see them make it in time in hilarious or mortifying ways. Who else likes the just make it scenarios? Feel free to share any specific just made it scenarios too by the way!

This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.

Has anyone ever had a close call or wet themselves in a movie theater? I had a couple close calls. One of them was after a 3+ hour movie and a large water. I had to wait so long because the line went on forever. By the time I was the last person, I was openly holding myself, bouncing around ,hands dug into my crotch. I finally got to the urinal, and by this time I was the only one in the bathroom. I don’t know about you guys, but when I’m super desperate I basically forget how to do anything. I fumbled with the zipper as it started to come out. By the time I managed to slip it through, I had a softball sized wet spot on my jeans.

Wet in blue yet again View File Today I bought some new blue boxer shorts and couldn't wait to try them on when I got home. Unfortunately I forgot how badly I needed to wee. I never learn, do I? Submitter Adrian6970wc Submitted 04/13/2022 Category Male  

For the first time in over a month my husband asked to fuck me. I humiliated him in a way, by saying I needed to get fucked with a full bladder to orgasm, his dick or mouth doesn’t do much for me. We decided to go for a small drive to get me in the mood and have a full bladder. We went to Dunkin Doughnuts and ordered our drinks. We went out to a park, even though it was freezing cold. While I was talking it was obvious he wasn’t listening, but had his hand in his pocket rubbing his cock. I got upset and disgusted his was playing pocket pool at the park, so we got back in the car. As he drove I could see the bulge he had at the park had already went away. I developed another dull, aching need to pee. Today was a day I decided to just wear my panties with no liner, since my husband said it made him horny knowing I didn’t have a “diaper” between my legs. I had a decent amount of leakage from that morning and my bladder aching. I looked in the backseat for an extra water bottle or an extra diaper I keep for my daughter. I finally found an old disposable cup and a blanket. I put the blanket under me and clenched her legs tightly together. If I had strong pelvic muscles my seat wouldn’t already have a puddle, but my muscles are incredibly weak. For the next 15 minutes I was squirming in desperation and desire. My husband looked at me and scoffed. He never got into omo and even was disgusted at my incontiance issues. The disgust he felt for me was arousing. I had my hand in my panties with one finger engulfed in my labia and another on my clit. I’m not sure how long it was, but I noticed we weren’t moving anymore. My husband had turned into a parking lot. He grinned and said hurtful, vile statements about my looks, pussy and my prudish behaviour. I put my free hand on his crotch but felt nothing. I smirked and he drove home. We both were fully aroused. By this point the towel underneath me was drenched. I don’t know how I can lose so much pee and still need to go more. I drank my husbands unfinished chai, while focusing on my burning urethra. I quickly pulled my pants up, so they formed a camel toe and quickly put my hand underneath my pussy. The pressure was insatiable. If I weren’t in the car I would have grinded on the seat buckle. While I was moaning and sweating, I saw my husband touching himself, desperately trying to get an erection. Seeing him unable to get hard, unless he had Cialis gave me delight. I pointed out to him, he either blows his load in a few moments, literally or has to wear a strap on if he runs out of pills. The reply he told me was degrading and incredibly sexy. To be continued…

When things are offered to me, I can never find it within myself to decline. Normally I would think of it as a habit of politeness or formality, but right now, it was a curse. Drink after drink after drink was placed onto the table in front of me. After cup three the waitress had stopped asking if I wanted a refill and instead just wordlessly got me a new one. I scolded the Earth under my breath for not making loose sweatpants qualifiable as buisness casual, and squirmed as naturally as one could squirm against the infinitely tightening belt pressing up against my bladder. If I were to stand up right now, no doubt my stretching core would push out into a very visible bulge; and so, out of such fear, I continued to sit. As my colleagues continued to talk for what felt like eons, I began to worry whether the heat in my crotch was from sweat, getting turned on, or even worse, my own pee. The clocks ran slower and slower still as I searched eagerly for an opening to excuse myself to the restroom. When I finally found that opening, my bladder sobbed silently as the waitress put another full glass in front of me; I couldn't leave my spot when just given a new glass - I would have to drink it first. The drink felt like syrup as I forced it all down, liquid needles racing to pop my bladder before I could make it to the restroom. I thought I might moan aloud when the glass was finally empty - in fact, I'm still not fully convinced I hadn't moaned as the cup touched back down to the table. I excused myself from the group and stood from the table, forgetting to push my chair back in as I practically darted to the restroom. It was a single stall unisex restroom, and there was only one in the entire facility accessible to patrons. I didn't think to knock once in arms-length of the door - not that it would have mattered, since whoever was inside was wise enough to have locked the door. Tears were beginning to well up at my eyes and I finally gave up on trying to behave with formal etiquette. Like a child, I gripped down onto my crotch and crossed my legs as tight as they would go - which in hindsight was a terrible idea given the sensitivity of my massive pee bulge - and leaned my free arm up against the door for support. Although only mere seconds had passed for the man inside the bathroom, it felt like I had been at the door for over a year waiting for it to open. The door unlatched, and so my bladder immediately followed. I tried to shove past him in time to get to the toilet, but it was pointless once realizing I still had my belt secure around my waist. I let myself cry in the center of the restroom as hot piss streamed down my legs and soaked past the fabric of my business casual slacks. The man, initially shocked by my desperate accident, now found himself glued to where he stand and watching lustfully as I sank to the ground in a puddle of my own urine. I couldnt tell which of our faces was more red in the moment that I locked eye contact with him, and I probably could have figured it out if his wife hadn't rushed over so soon to usher him away from the crying adult pantswetter. (this is my first attempt at omo fiction! feel free to leave thoughts/feedback on it ^^)

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!

These are a few short stories about my experiences with some ex girlfriends at music festivals. I’ve only typed one out so far but there have been a few and I’ll keep adding if you’re interested! Would love to hear other people’s stories too! Music festivals in the UK are awesome. Muddy fields, camping, drinking beer and cider all day, toilets miles away with long queues… you get the idea. The first time I went to one with a girlfriend, we had been drinking a bunch of cider and were heading back to our tent after the last acts finished. It was Leeds festival, if any of you are UK music fans. In 2005 maybe? “Are there toilets round here?” She asked quietly as we were walking past some pop up food vans. There were not. We stopped to take a look around and she kept shifting and stepping from one foot to another. “God I need a wee - I needed it for that whole last act and now it’s really bad” she crossed one leg over the other and curtseyed a little. “I think those ones in our campsite might be the closest” I said, truthfully. It was only a 5 minute walk from where we were. She bit her bottom lip. “Ok - can we go there quick please?” She rummaged in her bag for some toilet paper and as she did so a wave of desperation hit her hard. “Aahhhh” she whimpered and stopped looking, walking quickly round in circles, lifting her legs high to cross them as she stepped. “Don’t you find when you are looking for something it makes you need to pee even worse?” She asked me “always when I’m looking for my keys at home” I nodded and made a mental note to ask her about that later. “Let’s go before I wet myself” she said and started marching off. She was pretty quiet on the walk back and I could barely say anything as I was too obsessed with watching her desperate walk. She undid the top button of her jeans and every now and then would pull up the waistband of her panties to add a bit of pressure to her crotch. She would go through phases of walking quickly and purposefully, to walking gingerly and grinding her hips. It was a spectacular show. As we approached the porta-potties, she started running. As you can imagine, there was a huge queue. End of the day - everyone drinking, some of them were out of order because they were full. She turned to me, a worried look on her face. Her hands grabbed at her crotch, one inside her open jeans, one outside. “I can’t hold it” she whispered. “Help me!” She was clearly on the very edge and I genuinely wanted to help her. “Let’s go back to our tent, you can pee between the tents, nobody will see” She nodded. “Quickly” The tent wasn’t that far, but it was a winding, narrow path which was mostly guesswork between the tents. She was panting, grabbing her crotch, stepping from one foot to the other and saying “quickly, quickly” over and over again. Finally we saw our tent. She started running again, both hands inside her jeans, which were falling down a little because of all the movement. I don’t know exactly what she was hoping for at our tent, but she didn’t make it. “Fuck fuck fuck noooooo” she moaned and pulled her hands away. I could see a dark patch spreading in her jeans. Frantically, she pulled her jeans down, pee spraying everywhere, being pushed out with such force that it forced its way through her soaking panties , spraying all over her jeans as she pulled them down, all over her legs and then, finally, on the muddy floor. She stood there, barely even squatting, as pee poured out of her and kept pouring and pouring, unstoppable. Finally, after she had finished, she looked over at me, embarrassed. Luckily, nobody else had come near us, so she took her jeans and panties off, put them in a plastic bag from her handbag and we walked back to the tent with her naked from the waist down and glistening with pee.

Warning: This story is pretty graphic. If you didn't read the tags, well, let me clarify: Theory of a Wet Boy contains plenty of sexual content, especially fetishes. I'm also pretty sure it's not for those less than 18 years of age. If you're offended by one or more parts of this, I suggest clicking off the story. Anyway, let's get on with it, because it's not gonna read itself! Characters: Tracy, George Act 1: Locked In Narrative: "One day, after school, a young girl named Tracy and her shy male friend George walked the halls aimlessly. They were locked inside with no one else in the building. She was quite horny and wanted to toy with George for as long as possible." Tracy: "Wow... this place is huge! Not gonna lie, I'm kinda glad we're all alone here. I mean, who better to walk with than you, George?" George: "Heh heh. Yeah, I guess it's relaxing for me after all I've gone through before we first met here." (He sticks his hand under his pants, trying feebly to hide the fact that he seriously needed to go to the bathroom.) T: (She notices George's actions.) "George, why are you touching yourself? Is this turning you on? Do you want me to rub your wee-wee and make you feel better?" (She turns and notes the camera on ceiling.) "Well, it's gonna hafta wait until we get somewhere more... ideal. " G: (He blushes at Tracy's brash speech.) "Uhhh, what are you saying, Tracy? I'm n-not aroused b-b-b-by any means! I just-" T: " *sigh* Look, I know you're touching yourself, George. You should seriously stop it unless we're to get in trouble for jizzing in our pants." N: "George was shocked. How did his best friend know of his mortifying plight? How could she say such things? Was she all right in the head? Why did she assume the security cams were on at this time of day, with no one to monitor them? And for the love of God, since when did she become so nosy?! She always respected his privacy!" G: "T-t-t-t-that's not what's happening at all! I just have to pee really bad!" T: "OMG... you don't know the difference between pee and cum?" Both: "What?!" G: "Tracy, w-w-what are you talking about?! What do you think I'm touching myself for?!" T: "*sigh* *to herself* Some things never change... *to George* Listen to me. When I first became sensually aroused, it was weird and scary for me, too. The thing is, you need to realize when it happens and resist the urge to grope the nearest member of the opposite sex. Sensual arousement can happen to anyone. *deep breath* I'll let you in on a little secret, George. I still get aroused from time to time, and I always know where to alleviate the feeling." G: "I already told you, I'm not aroused!" T: "Oh, is that so, George? Then I'll have to ask you a question. Please answer it calmly so I can affirm the feels you have at the moment." G: "*deep breathing* Okay. What's the question?" T: "...Are you trying to hide a bulge down there?" G: (He shakes his head.) T: "Is your penis hard and extending like a lightsaber?" G: (Again, he shakes his head.) "No... mmmmmmfffffmmmmm!" (He jumps up and down in desperation.) T: " Ohhhhh. I see now. You were telling the truth. Well, now that you say that, I kinda hafta pee, too... but not so bad I'd hop like a bunny to convey it." (She considers her options: "If I make him pee here, he'll just cry like a big baby over it. And the school's doors are locked up tight, so I can't access the school's plants and trees. Welp, I guess there's only one way to make him open his floodgates and not cry...") "I honestly don't know where the nearest bathroom is, but I'll try to navigate us there as fast as possible. So come on, George! Pretend that you're a rabbit and hop-follow me!" G: "O-o-o-o-o-okay, T-tracy. Lead the way! And hurry!" T: "Oh! I almost forgot about something!" G: "W-w-w-what might that b-b-b-be?" T: "It's a homemade treatment for men's desperation! This is guaranteed to work, no matter what! Just one thing, though: what do you want to feast your eyes on? Upstairs where a pervert's eyes dart to? Or downstairs where the holes are?" G: "Uh... I... don't really care..." T: " Okay. I'll take off my downstairs clothing... and yours, too. Is that okay?" G: "No... just take off y-y-your pants." T: (She takes off her socks and shoes and opens her backpack to put clothes in it. She begins unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping her fly.) "Heeeeeere goes! I hope you like whatcha see! " (And just like magic, her shorts fall down to reveal a naked vulva with sparse pubic hair.) G: (He now has an erection.) "SHEEEEEEEEESH, Tracy! That's hot!" T: (She laughs in an embarrassed yet playful manner upon seeing George's bulge. Her now-exposed vulva is seeping with love syrup.) "I knew you'd get hard seeing my peach fuzz! And now you should feel less desperate, right?!" G: "Mm hmm." T: "Great!" (She turns around, then puts her shorts, socks, and shoes into her backpack, bending over so George can see more of her butt.) G: "Whoa! You sure this is what you had in mind?" T: "Yup! Now come on, before you get flaccid and desperate again!" Act 2: Out of Order, Into Chaos N: "The two made a mad dash down the hall. After a few moments, they finally arrived at the bathrooms." G: "*to himself* Okay... calm down, George. This is it." T: "And here we are! The public restrooms! *sniffs the scent of pee* This smells ironically amazing!" G: "Tracy! This is not the time for gross observations! The men's room is dirtier than my room at home! So, can we please use the ladies' room and try not to stink up the place?" T: "Hmmmm... let me check the door to the ladies' room..." (She looks at the door. "Out of order, huh? I wonder how George would react to this... ") "George, I don't know how to say it, but the ladies' room is... well... put bluntly, it's out of order." G: "We can't use the girls' room?! What are they doing in there?!" T: " I dunno. There's no one else here, so maybe they saved it for tomorrow." G: "So?! Let me see!" (He charges into the door, only to bruise his shoulder and lose his erection.) "It's locked!" T: "(She notices that George's penis went limp.) Oh. No. *to herself* You've got to be... fingering me in the bum... Anyway... *to George* Let's just go to the men's room, okay? I don't mind the smell there. And I could see your wee-wee if you got your pants off!" G: "Uhhhhhhhhh.......uhhhhhh!" (He's doubled over right now.) T: "OH MY GOSH! Just try to hold it in a bit longer, okay?! The urinals are just through this door!" (She notices... a padlock, right then and there!) "*Gasp* This one's locked too! Hang on, George! I've got a lockpick!" *lock-picking noises* N: "After two minutes of trial and error, Tracy picked the lock. The door squeaked open. And George could finally relieve his pulsating bladder!" T: "George! Get up! We're almost there!" (She starts squirming as well.) "GRAB MY HAND, GEORGE!" (She pulls George up, not noticing the leak on his pants.) G: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" (He leaks a bit more. He shuffles his feet, inch by inch, and leaks more, drop by drop. Eventually, his urine formed a trail marking his path.) "I... can't hold it in! Uhhhhhh! Uwaaaaa!" T: (She smiles and starts dancing the Macarena with her legs crossed in a humorous attempt to hold in her urine.) "Speak for yourself, pretty boy! I'm just starting to make my own little puddle of pee after thinking about the weather near my house! It's pouring freezing rain and hail! Uhhh! With high windchills and wind speeds up to 69 MPH, it must feel like 253.15 Kelvin! Agh! And there's thunderstorms raging across the city!" G: "I don't care about what's going on outside OR your scientific descriptions! ALL. I. WANT. IS. TO. PEEEEEE!" T: "Well calm down there, you worrywuss of a buddy! 'Cuz there's one thing that's not going to happen..." (She stops dancing the Macarena and uncrosses her legs.) "I'm not going to pee in the urinals..." G: "...You're not...?" T: (She gets her shorts and socks back from her backpack onto her butt and feet, then buttons up her shorts and zips her fly.) "Because I'm too lazy to do so." G: "...You're just gonna give up?! ... No. I won't stand for this. We're at the goal!" (He pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers briefs.) T: (She closes her eyes.) "That's not what I meant, George..." G: "I'm going to pee in the urinals, whether you like it or not!" (He pulls down his boxer briefs. Beneath them, his slightly-smaller-than-average penis shows on top of two freshly shaved testicles.) T: (She looks down, opens her eyes, and notices George's pants are off.) "Wait a minute... did you just strip down?!" (She moves in a bit closer to George's exposed penis.) " Awwwww! That's an immaculately cute wee-wee you got there, George! And look at that nutsack! It's so small, nearly devoid of semen!" (She removes her shirt, and two breasts emerge, each tattooed with a sun a la this.) "Well, time to break the seals on these two sinners! " (she pulls off George's pants and boxer briefs, gets them with her shirt, and puts the combined load of laundry on a pile between her legs.) " *sing-song voice* Heeeeeere it coooooooomes!" And then... ... T: (She turns George to face towards her and playfully pushes him down.) G: "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Ow..." *pssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh* The duo's bladders empty. George's stream is slow and lands on himself, and Tracy embraced the warmth of hers as she hyper-wets her shorts above the other clothes. Both: "Haaaaaaa... sweet relief is ours this day... " T: (She moves herself to position George's groin between her legs after satisfied with the state of their drenched clothes. Now the two are peeing on each other's crotch!) "Sorry for pushing you, George. Are you okay?" G: "I couldn't be feeling better right now... Thanks, Tracy... " T: "Hee hee hee hee hee! It is none other than my pleasure to help you out, George. You're such a cute lil' devil... especially when peeing!" Both: (They laugh heartily as their pee streams alternatively collide and hit the other's genitalia.) G: "Haaaaaaaaaaaa... haaaaaaa... haaaaaa... haaaa. " T: "Oh my! I'm getting incredibly turned on by this! ... Hey, since we're in the bathroom, where the cameras can't catch us in the act, why don't we just go ahead and have sex?! I mean, we're not done peeing and all, but..." (She pulls down her pants, exposing her vulva and freeing her pee stream while at the same time stopping George's stream from getting past said pants. Then, she gets one pant leg off and puts her pants to the side, which exposes both her and George's genitalia to the other's pee stream!) G: "Ohhh... " T: "What a wholesome way for a kitty like mine to greet a chicken like yours!" Gradual black out as they laugh heartily. N: "Then, they laughed... and they [redacted] all night... for this night was the start of their new lives, which they both lived... uh... happily ever after. ... Sorry for the clichéd ending. I just wanted to say all that in front of an audience." *cue laughter and applause.*

So I'm like half bending rules here since I'm talking about my highschool year but technically I was 18 so -_- So if this does get removed then rip Even though it was a (insert several years to slightly hide my age:D) ago I still remember this one pretty distinctly. So senior year of highschool, I was taking a chemistry course. The course was standard 1 hour length with a 30 minute additional section and so for the first 30 minutes of class I would have study hall. What I would usually do on a test day is to go to the bathroom in study hall and then I would be able to go through class without a bathroom break. But this was near the end of first semester and grade anxiety was quickly catching up to me. I had been a grade chaser for all my life and here I was staring at a C. And maybe this sounds like "oH nO i gOt a 95% oN mY tEsT" moment but it was really crushing me at the time. But anyways, I was really panicking about this test I had now because if I failed this one I would have to really overperform on the final to get a B. I had a friend in the period before that had the chemistry class with me and I got totally carried away asking questions solving problems that I just kind of forgot that I had to pee in the study hall period. I had peed the period before so the urge wasn't coming to me so I just forgot. When we walked into the classroom, we quickly got ready to take the test. Everything was quiet, the teacher was slowly walking to the front of the class when it hit me that I didn't go. Crap. Then, my friend from before raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom. I thought I met my savior but the teacher was harsh. She was typically known for having the "if you go to the bathroom then its just your problem" mindset and didn't really care, but for graded assignments she was incredibly strict. I guess she saw a problem with having her go before the test started as well. Are you kidding me. But what option do I have. I start solving the problems, scratching down the answers and in the back of my head, I can feel it. The feel of a full bladder, dripping pee into the rubber ball. The test was split into 2 sections. a 45 minute written section. And then a 45 minute practical. I had finished up with the written section a bit early and started flipping the pages from the start to check my answerrs but in reality, my eyes were only reading the letters and not solving anything. My mind was on what to do with my bladder. I did finish early so I was really contemplating asking to got the bathroom... but that would be really embarrassing to admit and imagine if she denied me as I thought she would... maybe I could hold it...no.. annnd the teacher called time. From this point on, we were allowed to move on to the lab portion if we had finished. I got up and moved to the side desk where the lab equipment laid. Titration lab. Great. If anybody forgot high school chemistry, titration literally involves be dripping solutions until you reach a point that you want. Dripping. I started getting ready but my urge was getting really bad. I was starting to be very unstill. My hands and legs were constantly moving even as I stood in line to get the solution from a large beaker. Legs shifting weight from side to side, hands cracking knuckles, stretching, bending over on the table, rubbing my thighs arms. I still remember what I was wearing this day, for god knows why when I don't even remember what I wore yesterday. One size too small blue jeans, white hoodie and a tucked in lavender shirt. I got back to my station with the solutions in hand, and I was starting to sweat. I took my hoodie off to keep working but I could feel the uneasy feeling. As I started turning the burette to let the solutions out, I couldn't handle the drops. To do a titration right, after a certain point, I have to let one drop out at a time to see if the color of the solution changes because one drop can be the difference between a completely clear solution and a really pink one. It took unbearably long. I couldn't handle standing up so mid way through I dragged my chair over to sit down. Nobody else was sitting down. Every drop felt like eternity and every drop felt like a part of my pee escaping my bladder. I somehow managed to get the data and started doing some write ups. Mid way through, I really felt like I couldn't hold it. I stopped working to calm myself down but it didn't work because I felt a small spurt escape me. I unconsciously gasped. I got up and went up to the teacher to ask her for the bathroom but I was unsurprisingly denied. I was so mad that I could be this close to completely wetting myself and she could sit there with her tea and coldly say "no" with the most blank faced expression possible. At this point, I have no memory of what the heck I was doing on the test. I remember some part needed me to dial in some random amount of weight probably to like 1 decimal or something. Hands shaking, I had to take small pieces in and out with the pinch of my fingers and it took absurdly long to dial the weight than any normal human being would. I kept continuing on with the test and the bell rang. We quietly sat as the teacher went around to collect our tests and check that our lab equipment was cleaned. My legs did not stop bouncing. When I thought nobody was watching, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my shirt out to hide the fact that I was releasing pressure from my bladder. But it really didn't help. We finally got dismissed, I grabbed my bag and walked as fast as I could in that capacity to the bathrooms. This was the last period so the halls were aboslutely crowded and so was the bathroom. Nobody was in there in a line, but all the stalls were occupied. Without any regard for my reputation, I banged on the doors as hard as I could, crossing my legs, hands in crotch and squirming. All I heard was a girl yell back SHUT THE FUCK UP. I felt like I was going to pass out but another girl came out before I could. I took the stall immediately. As I slammed my bag on the ground I felt spurts escaping me. One hand was trying to take off my jeans while another was pressed hard into my crotch, stopping it. I stood in this weird contradicting movements for a long time, unable to move, all while I felt my bladder going awol. I decided that I couldn't stay like this forever, took my hands out of my crotch when a long stream of pee started rolling down. I took both hands to quickly remove my jeans but my panties got "stuck". the spurts were coming out in such quick succession I couldn't tell if I was fully peeing or not. I just let go, took my already wet jeans down and sat down, forgetting my panties weren't off. I pushed the pee out without realizing when the loud hissing sound of pee hitting the cloth alerted my ears. I panicked. This wasn't in some desolete place where I could bet that nobody would notice or if they did, that I would never see them again. This was in school. Without thinking I grabbed my crotch with my hands getting pee all over it and almost stood up, now in like a pseudo squat position. I realized my mistakes and sat back down and tried my hardest to stop peeing but I couldn't. After a little bit of time I did get it back under control and peed normally. My panties were completely drenched but I didn't feel comfortable going without them so I wore them regardless. My jeans had a noticeable trail of pee, but luckily my jacket was pretty long and covered up the major damage. I sprinted out of the school to my car.

View File KTMC-010 Some girls that either end up wetting themselves or just barely making it.( This video contains messing. You have been warned.) Enjoy Submitter Mayhem Submitted 05/16/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Lavender despised her. It wasn’t the fact that she was a mudblood; Lavender wasn’t prejudiced about such things, despite being a pure-blood witch herself. It was just the fact that she was so … perfect. When they’d been first years, it hadn’t been so bad. She’d been brilliant at everything in class, of course. Most gifted witch of her age and all that nonsense, but she’d at least looked bookish and hadn’t been overly popular. However, as time had gone on, her renown with the other students had increased, and she had actually started to have some social clout. The real killer had been when she’d muscled in on Lavenders boyfriend, her sweet Ron-Ron. It was at that point that Lavender had decided that Hermione needed to pay. Of course, getting revenge on Hermione was no easy task. She really was a gifted witch. Any sort of plot involving curses was unlikely to work and was the sort of thing that could get Lavender expelled if it came back to her. It became clear to Lavender fairly early on that she would need to find a completely non-magical way to get back at Hermione. Every day that passed by with no revenge was an insult in Lavender’s eyes. She even had to share a room with her… That was it! That was Lavender’s great advantage. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. Several years before, Lavender’s older cousin had come to stay for the summer, and they had been sharing a room with Lavender. Lavender had been crestfallen on the first morning to awake to a wet bed, something which she thought she had long outgrown, and her cousin laughing at her. After Lavender’s mother had intervened, the cousin had revealed that it was possible to make somebody wet the bed purely by putting their hand in warm water while they were sleeping. This, thought Lavender, was surely the key. Gifted though Hermione might be, she was not immune to shame and humiliation. Lavender was sure that Hermione would be significantly less high and mighty if she woke up with a soggy bottom. However, as much as doing it once and then telling everybody that Hermione had wet her bed might be entertaining, but Lavender thought that it would be much more fun to make it an ongoing thing. She put her plan into action that very night. Waiting until she was quite sure that all the other girls were asleep, she approached Hermione’s bed with a bowl of warm water. ‘Hermy?’ she whispered, just to be sure. There was no reply. Lavender gently lifted Hermione’s wrist, placing her hand into the bowl. At first nothing seemed to be happening. Lavender had no idea how long this was supposed to take. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Then she heard a hiss. Carefully, she lifted the duvet. In the gloom, she could clearly see that Hermione was piddling in her pajamas. The light blue crotch was dark and glistening as she relieved herself in her sleep. Lavender disposed of the evidence and went to bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Over the next few mornings, a clear pattern emerged. Hermione, normally inclined to rise early and scurry off to the library to stick her nose in a book, had developed a tendency to stay in bed until all the other girls were up, dressed and out of the room. As soon as she thought the coast was clear, she would jump out of bed, grab her wand and resolve the issue of the wet sheets. However, she didn’t like the idea of using magic on her pajamas as she was wearing them. It would probably be fine, but the last thing she wanted was to be stuck wearing wet pajamas all day because she’d made a minor mistake with an incantation. Instead, she would head to the bathroom that was adjoined to the dormitory, peel off her sopping pajamas and knickers and take a long, hot shower. Of course, the other girls noticed the change in Hermione’s habits, but only Lavender knew the reason for them. ‘She’s probably just stressed after everything that’s gone on,’ she told the other Gryffindor ladies, despite knowing full well that the little princess of Hogwarts was having night time issues. Lavender allowed this to continue for about a week and a half before she put the next part of her plan into action. She’d had fun watching Hermione squirm but now it was time to turn it up a notch. One by one the other girls rose and left the dormitory until only Hermione and Lavender remained. While Hermione pretended to be asleep, Lavender cast a crafty sound-nullifying spell so that they wouldn’t be overheard, then she strode up to Hermione’s bed. ‘Wake up sleepy head!’ she cried as she pulled the cover off, exposing Hermione’s shameful secret. Hermione screamed, desperately trying to cover her crotch with her hands but failing miserably to do so. The fact that she was lying in a large wet patch didn’t help either. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, voice dripping with faux sympathy, ‘have you had a wickle accident?’ There was silence. Hermione looked away and blushed. ‘I asked you a question Hermy…’ Lavender knew that Hermione hated being called that. ‘Well, obviously,’ she said, ‘you know full well that I’ve wet the bed. It’s never happened before though!’ ‘That’s a lie,’ said Lavender. ‘You and I both know that the reason you’ve been waiting for everybody to leave in the mornings is because you keep wetting yourself.’ ‘Look, just don’t tell anybody, please.’ ‘Well, if you want to keep it a secret you’re going to need to do something about it. It won’t just go away on its own.’ ‘It might…’ ‘No, no Hermione. If you want this to stay a secret, you’re going to have to let me help you. You clearly can’t deal with this on your own.’ ‘Help me? How exactly are you going to help me?’ ‘Well,’ said Lavender, ‘we’ll start by getting you out of those wet things. Then we’ll lay down some ground rules.’ Lavender marched Hermione into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. ‘Now I know this is embarrassing for you Hermy, but you have to remember that it’s just between you and me, and that I’m helping you.’ Hermione didn’t reply. She simply stood there, hands crossed over her crotch in a futile attempt to cover her soaked pajamas while she stared at her feet. ‘First things first, let’s get you out of those wet things,’ said Lavender. ‘But … you’ll see me,’ said Hermione. ‘We’re all girls here. Don’t make a fuss. Take them off.’ Hermione could see that there wasn’t really much of an argument to be had here. Plus, she really did want to be out of her wet clothes. Acquiescing, she took off her top first, revealing her naked chest underneath. Next she removed the pajama bottoms and her knickers in one motion, leaving her standing in front of Lavender wearing absolutely nothing, blushing as she saw Lavender’s eyes lingering on her pubic curls. ‘Right, you’ll have to shower. No offense, but you smell pretty bad. That’ll happen if you insist on peeing all over yourself. While you’re in there, you’re going to need to take care of … that situation,’ said Lavender, pointing at Hermione’s crotch. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘It’s not usually a problem, I’m sure. But if you’re going to be piddling your pants like this, hair down there simply isn’t very sanitary. It needs to go, I’m afraid.’ ‘But I’ll look like a little girl!’ protested Hermione. ‘Yes, you will. Which is kind of fitting considering your current problem, but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re going to be having any raunchy fun anytime soon, is it? I don’t think Ron would be overly sympathetic about your little problem, would he? You can let it grow back once you can keep your bed dry.’ ‘Fine. But you promise you won’t tell anybody?’ ‘I told you, I’m just here to help you Hermy. There’s no need to get grouchy with me.’ Hermione got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She stood under the bombardment of hot, steamy water, wishing that the ground would swallow her up. ‘There’s going to be a few other adjustments we’ll need to make,’ said Lavender. ‘Firstly, I need to get an idea of the scale of the problem.’ ‘It’s most nights,’ said Hermione, blushing behind the curtain, ‘but it only started recently. It’s never happened before.’ ‘Most nights, perhaps, but I need to know about the day time,’ said Lavender. ‘What do you mean? It doesn’t happen in the day!’ ‘Well, of course, you would say that, wouldn’t you? If you’re having problems during the day I’m sure you’d be far too embarrassed to tell me, so I’ll just have to check.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘Exactly what I said. Anytime I want to check if your knickers are still dry, you’re going to show them to me.’ ‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Hermione, as she took a razor to her pubic hair. ‘I agree, it is ridiculous that a girl of your age would need such a thing to happen, but it’s the best course of action. Remember, you have to let me help you if you don’t want anybody else to find out. You wouldn’t want your precious boyfriend to find out that the Gryffindor princess is a little bedwetter, now would you?’ ‘Fine. No pubic hair and I’ll show you my knickers whenever you want. Anything else?’ asked Hermione, knowing that she wouldn’t like the answer. ‘Well, I think it’s probably best if you ask me before you go to the toilet. That way I know just how often you’re going. Then, if it’s a good time, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you do what you need to.’ ‘And if it’s not?’ ‘Well then you’ll just have to hold it, won’t you? That shouldn’t be too hard for a big girl, should it?’ ‘Fine. If I do all this, nobody finds out?’ asked Hermione. ‘If you do all this, I won’t tell a soul,’ said Lavender, crossing her fingers on the other side of the shower curtain. ‘There’s more to come though.’ ‘Really? All this isn’t enough?’ ‘Well, no. There’s still the three most important aspects. Firstly, we want to try to prevent the bedwetting. So each night before bed, I’m going to bring you in here and you’re going to use the potty for me like a good girl.’ Hermione thought that made sense on some level, but could have done without the childish terminology and she hated the way that Lavender’s voice was dripping with condescension. ‘I’ll also need to hold onto your wand…’ said Lavender. ‘What? No!’ said Hermione. ‘That’s too far! I need that. I can’t work without it.’ ‘Relax, pissypants, I’ll give it back to you in classes. I just need to hold onto it outside of class so that I can be sure you aren’t covering up any accidents.’ ‘I’m not happy,’ Hermione said, turning off the shower and drawing the curtain back, revealing that she now had no hair below her eyebrows. ‘Well, you’re really not going to be happy about the next bit,’ said Lavender, ‘but it’s the last one for now.’ ‘Go on then,’ said Hermione as she dried herself with a towel, ‘What else do you want me to do? Pay you for your silence? Break up with Ron?’ ‘Tempting, but no,’ said Lavender. ‘You see, I don’t know how you’re ever going to stop wetting your bed if you don’t have the adequate incentive. So, when you wet your bed, the next morning, I’m going to … spank you.’ ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I’m deadly serious,’ said Lavender, sitting herself down on the toilet. ‘If you don’t want my help, and my silence, then take your pissy pajamas and go and get dressed. I think by morning break the whole school will know about you. If you agree to my terms, you’re going to lay across my lap and let me warm those sweet little buns of yours. As you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, I’d say this shouldn’t be too tough a choice for you. Social suicide, or a little attitude adjustment?’ When Hermione had finished drying herself, feeling every bit the scolded child with her hairless crotch, she lay herself over Lavender’s lap. ‘Well done little Hermy, you made the right choice,’ said Lavender with a playful slap to Hermione’s exposed bottom. However, the slaps didn’t stay playful for long. Soon enough, Lavender was taking out all her ill-feeling towards Hermione, of which there was plenty, on the naked girl’s posterior. Hermione tried to remain stoic, not wanting to give Lavender the satisfaction of breaking her. She succeeded, for a while, but this simply made Lavender redouble her efforts and it wasn’t long before Hermione was kicking, screaming and crying. If she could have seen herself she would have realised that she look every part the naughty little girl being punished. Eventually, Lavender was satisfied. Hermione lay prostrate across her lap, her bottom practically glowing red, her will broken by a combination of pain and humiliation. Wanting to check just how compliant Hermione had become, Lavender parted the sobbing girl’s burning cheeks and prodded the entrance to her back passage. Hermione let out a weak moan between sobs, but nothing more. Lavender thought that this was glorious. All it had taken to break the princess of Gryffindor were some wet sheets and firm hand. ‘Right, up you get, before you piddle on me,’ said Lavender. ‘I don’t do that during the day,’ protested Hermione. ‘Well, I’m not taking any chances, off you get.’ Hermione stood up, wiping tears from her face. ‘Hands on your head,’ Lavender commanded. Hermione meekly complied. Lavender looked the girl up and down, her eyes lingering on the now bald pubic mound. She ran her finger over it. ‘You know, this look, it kind of suits you,’ she said. ‘However, we can’t linger about all day. It’s time for you to get dressed. Lavender marched Hermione back into the dorm room and Hermione dressed quickly. She didn’t want to have to explain her red bottom or her hairless fanny to the other girls if they happened to walk in. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Lavender as Hermione, through sheer force of habit, went to tuck her wand into the back of her skirt. Remembering their agreement, Hermione reluctantly handed it over. Without her wand, she really did feel powerless. ‘Right then, we’ll have to hurry or we’ll miss breakfast,’ said Lavender. The girls made their way down to the great hall. Many of the other children had already eaten and were on their way to classes. ‘We really are short on time, Hermy, but we can’t miss breakfast altogether. Sit down.’ Lavender placed a plated slice of toast in front of Hermione, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice. And a second. And a third. ‘Eat up then, Hermione. And don’t forget to drink plenty,’ said Lavender, before biting into a sausage. Knowing that it would come back to bite her later, but also knowing that she didn’t have much choice, Hermione drank all three goblets, much to Lavender’s delight. ‘Right, come on then. I know you, of all people, don’t want to be late to class,’ said Lavender, grabbing Hermione by the hand and leading her towards the door. Their potions class was some distance away, and down one of the many quiet corridors, Lavender stopped abruptly ‘Are you dry?’ she asked. ‘What? Of course I’m dry!’ replied Hermione indignantly. ‘Show me,’ said Lavender. ‘Here?’ said Hermione. ‘Right here, little girl. Lift up your skirt.’ After a cursory glance to make sure that nobody was in sight, Hermione did as she was told. She stood there in the corridor with her skirt lifted above her waist. She wasn’t entirely shocked when Lavender pulled her tights down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her white cotton knickers. She was a little more surprised when Lavender thrust her hand between her legs, feeling the fabric there. She was astounded to find that while Lavender rubbed the crotch of her knickers, there were … stirrings. ‘Well done Hermione. All dry like a big girl,’ said Lavender, before walking off to class, leaving Hermione stood in the corridor with her skirt lifted, her tights pulled down and her knickers on display. Hermione quickly awoke from her stupor and, realising her situation, righted her clothes and scurried after Lavender to potions class. As always, Hermione performed well above the expected standard in the class. She did find that her spanked bum was a source of some distraction, as was a growing need to go to the loo. By the end of the class, she was fairly desperate. She glanced over and saw that Lavender was talking to Luna and Cho and that they were giggling. Surely not about her? Trying not to think about that, Hermione resolved to do something about the pressure in her bladder. Hermione reasoned that if she snuck off to the loo, she’d almost certainly find herself in hot water with Lavender. She’d gone too far to back out now, so she bit the bullet and approached the group of girls. ‘Can I have a word, Lavender?’ Hermione asked. ‘What’s the problem Hermy?’ ‘Um, in private, if you don’t mind.’ Hermione half expected her to say no, but Lavender obliged her and they made their way over to an empty section of corridor. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Lavender condescendingly, ‘Have you wet yourself?’ ‘What? No!’ protested Hermione. ‘Best to check,’ said Lavender. Hermione let out a squeal as Lavender’s hand shot up her skirt and ran over the tights covering her most private area. ‘Hmmm, actually dry. Maybe you aren’t a complete baby after all.’ ‘Of course I’m dry! I told you, I don’t wet myself during the day,’ said Hermione in an angry whisper. ‘I came to see you because I need to go to the toilet. You said I had to ask you.’ ‘I did. I also said that if it’s not a convenient time, you’d have to hold on like a big girl. It’s not a convenient time,’ said Lavender with a smirk. ‘Are you just trying to get me to wet myself?’ asked Hermione. ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want. You’re supposed to be a big girl Hermione. Hold it through divination and then I’ll take you to the toilet. I promise.’ Hermione saw that she had no choice but to go along with what Lavender was asking of her. It would leave her uncomfortably desperate. However, while Lavender had almost certainly meant it as a taunt, Hermione was a big girl, and should be able to make it through one more lesson. As the lesson went on, Hermione’s confidence in this position gradually depleted. It wasn’t long before she found herself crossing her legs tightly under the desk, though her discomfort meant that she had to keep on switching which leg was on top. A smirk from Draco, who was sat across the room, indicated to Hermione that she was putting on quite a show. He had almost certainly been getting glimpses of her white knickers showing through under her black tights whenever she switched legs. However, that was a price that she had to pay. Letting a boy you despised get a peek of your knickers is one thing, thought Hermione, but wetting yourself like a toddler in the middle of class is quite another. For the final fifteen minutes of class, Hermione had to thrust her hand up her skirt in a very undignified fashion. Ron gave her a look, but upon seeing her thundery face, he decided not to say anything about it. With just a few minutes to go, despite being determined to see things through, Hermione felt a small dribble escape from her. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anybody else, but Hermione knew that she didn’t have long left before she completely flooded her seat. As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione hobbled over to Lavender. ‘Lavender, please,’ said Hermione. ‘Okay, okay. Let’s get you to the toilet before you have an accident,’ said Lavender. She had made no attempt to keep her voice down but at this point, Hermione was beyond caring. She was on the brink of disaster. On the way to the toilets, another dribble escaped. The damp sensation in her knickers seemed to make it even harder to hold on. At long last, they got to the nearest toilet and Hermione rushed into a stall, but Lavender followed her. ‘What are you doing?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Taking you to the toilet, like I promised,’ said Lavender, reaching up under Hermione’s skirt and pulling her tights and knickers down in one motion. Hermione sat herself down on the toilet and relaxed. There was a loud hiss as she emptied her poor, overstrained bladder. While she was doing this, Lavender grabbed some toilet roll from the dispenser. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, her voice practically dripping with glee, ‘you nearly made it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione as her stream began to subside. Lavender pointed down at the wet spot in Hermione’s knickers. While Hermione looked at it, stunned, she offered no resistance as Lavender wiped her. Lavender was right. There was a very noticeable wet spot in her knickers. ‘So, what happens now?’ asked Hermione, dreading hearing the answer. ‘Well, you can’t go around in wet knickers all day. Luckily, I brought some for you to change into.’ Lavender reached into her pocket and produced a pink, frilly pair of Dora the Explorer knickers. ‘Lavender, they look like they’re meant for a toddler,’ protested Hermione. ‘And those,’ said Lavender, pointing at the knickers that were at half mast on Hermione’s legs, ‘look like they’ve been worn by a toddler. To tell you the truth, these are actually meant for 2-3 year olds, according to the label. They would have been far too small to fit you, but luckily, I’m quite good with engorgement charms,’ said Lavender. ‘Please, can’t I wear something else?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘These aren’t very wet. If you let me use my wand, I’m sure I could clean them up rather easily.’ ‘That’s not happening, Hermy,’ said Lavender. ‘Get those pissy knickers off and then show me what you look like in these. I bet you’ll look adorable.’ ‘I’m not doing it,’ said Hermione. ‘This has gone far enough.’ She stood up for emphasis but it didn’t really have the desired effect. With her wet knickers visible round her ankles and her skirt remaining in place around her waist meaning that her bald fanny on display, she did not look anywhere near as imposing as she had hoped. ‘Hermy, I’m going to count to three,’ said Lavender. ‘And then what? What are you going to do?’ said Hermione angrily. ‘One…’ ‘This is stupid. You wouldn’t agree to wear them.’ ‘Two…’ ‘Look, I can just wear my tights. They’re dark, nobody will see anything,’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Three!’ said Lavender gleefully. She spun Hermione round to face the toilet, which hadn’t been flushed yet, and forced her to bend at the waist, presenting her bottom to her. With this done, she proceeded to slap Hermione’s cheeks, which were already slightly tender from her spanking earlier this morning. At first, Hermione tried to resist, but Lavender reminded her that she could let everybody in the school know about her little night time problem. This caused Hermione to meekly submit as she cried tears of humiliation. ‘I’ll wear the stupid knickers,’ she conceded. ‘There was never any doubt of that,’ said Lavender. ‘But as you’ve made such a monumental fuss about the whole thing, you’re going to have to earn them now.’ Lavender stopped spanking Hermione and turned her back round to face her. ‘What do you mean, earn them?’ ‘You have to show me how sorry you are for this whole mess. Afterall, you can’t exactly blame anybody else for the situation that you find yourself in. You wet your knickers Hermione. Nobody else did it. That was you. So you have to live with the consequences of it. When I, very kindly, offered you another pair to wear, you caused quite a fuss and wound up with a sore bottom, didn’t you?’ ‘…yes.’ ‘So what you’re going to do to show me that you are sorry is you’re going to take those soggy knickers off.’ Hermione removed her shoes and tights, placing her bare feet on the cold, stone floor. She then removed her pissy knickers as instructed. ‘You’re going to take those disgusting knickers and you’re going to put them into your mouth.’ ‘Lavender, no, that’s disgusting!’ ‘You’re going to hold them in your mouth while you think about what you’ve done and when I think you’re good and ready, you can spit them out and put these delightful knickers on,’ Lavender said, holding up the Dora the Explorer knickers for emphasis. ‘I really don’t want to,’ said Hermione. ‘Well, if you want to fight me on this, there is an alternative.’ ‘What’s the alternative?’ ‘I tan your hide, again, you end up holding those sodden knickers in your mouth for twice as long as you already have to but you don’t have to wear the Dora knickers because you’ll be wearing this instead.’ From underneath her robes, Lavender produced a nappy. From the look of it, it was a pampers baby nappy which she had used an engorgement charm on. Hermione had no doubt that it would fit her. ‘So what’s it going to be? Are you going to put them in your mouth or not?’ Resigned to her fate, Hermione scrunched up the wet knickers into a small ball and put them into her mouth. It was disgusting. Hermione could taste the acrid flavour of her own piss, and the aroma seemed to be wafting up the back of her through to her nose, meaning it was a two-pronged attack on her senses. Lavender stood opposite her, giggling. ‘Well, not so high and mighty now, are we?’ said Lavender. Hermione most certainly was not. Standing with her skirt raised above her waist, her tights in a heap on the floor, with her freshly smacked bottom exposed to the air and her bald pubic region on display, while her wet knickers rested in her mouth. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes and Hermione’s grim determination was the only reason that they didn’t roll down her cheeks. ‘Turn around and bend over,’ said Lavender. Hermione didn’t know what she had planned, but realised that fighting her at this point was a futile exercise. She meekly complied, turning to face the toilet and bending over. She felt Lavender’s hands on her tender bum, gently caressing the cheeks. It was actually comforting, until she felt her cheeks parted and a most unwelcome intrusion in her back passage. Hermione let out a cry of protest, though it was muffled by the contents of her mouth. Lavender responded with a sharp slap to her already sore posterior. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full,’ she commanded. She then spun Hermione back round to face her. ‘You can take those wet knickers out of your mouth now, little Hermy,’ said Lavender, placing emphasis on the word wet. Hermione reached into her mouth and drew the disgusting, sodden underwear out. Lavender bent down, holding out the infantile knickers for Hermione to step into. It appeared that she wasn’t even going to allow Hermione the dignity of putting them on by herself. One foot at a time, Hermione stepped into them and allowed Lavender to pull them up her legs. When Hermione went to reach for her tights, Lavender stopped her. ‘Oh no Hermione, I don’t think you want to put those back on,’ she said. ‘Why not?’ ‘Aside from the fact that you were wearing them when your wet yourself?’ ‘They’re dry! I didn’t … go that much.’ ‘Stop trying to downplay the fact that you had an accident at an age when most girls wouldn’t dream of it. Anyway, I noticed in divination that when you were getting desperate, you put on quite a show. I’m sure lots of the boys got a look up your skirt, though they won’t have been able to get a good look at your knickers because you had those tights over them. Now, you won’t have that protection, so you’ll need to make sure you don’t get so desperate in future, unless you want all the boys to see your present underwear. See, Hermy? I’m helping you.’ Hermione realised that there was no point in continuing to argue with Lavender on that front. She’d just have to try extra hard not to let any of the boys see up her skirt. There was no way she wanted to be caught in her current knickers. Boys talk, she knew. If word got round about what she was wearing, she’d never live it down. ‘Fine, but I don’t want to go barefoot in those shoes. Can I at least have some socks?’ ‘Of course,’ said Lavender. The ease with which she acquiesced took Hermione by surprise, but she soon saw the reason why. Lavender produced a pair of socks from her robes, but rather than being the grey or black knee socks that most of the girls wore, they were frilly white ankle socks. Hermione hadn’t worn anything of the sort since she was a little girl, but she knew better than to argue with Lavender by now, and slipped them onto her feet. The socks, combined with the knickers she was wearing and the state of her pubic region, made her feel foolish and childish, but she knew that was Lavender’s intention. ‘And what do you expect me to say when my friends notice that I’ve changed my clothes?’ asked Hermione, somewhat more haughtily than she had meant to. ‘I’m sure you’ll think of something. Though, if you get really stuck you could just tell them the truth. Say that you had a wickle accident in your knickers and needed to have somebody change you like a baby. Up to you. Anyway, let’s go. We’ve got care of magical creatures next.’

Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".