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  1. A battle for omo! Hello, we will begin with context. This is a world with few that have the abilty urinate. And those who can is a prime target for research, They will take by force is necassary. The ones who can pee, is hard life. With rarely any sort of toilet in sight they find this embarrasing as usually, they have to find a public place to relive them infront of many passer byers. Making it all the more embarrasing. While this is common for them, none have expeirended true desperation and (somehow) no accidents. This is because all who can pee. Have bladders that are normal , Literal iron bladder or small but powerful holding one. Also, omorashi....DIDNT EXIST. its only from the mishaps from our hero . That they will do something no person could of want to do Their are gangs, with people who can pee and decide and rule over areas. But i will tell when necassry. NOW YOUR HERO DESIGNER 2000 max stats are capped at 20 bladder normal: 10 holding and 10 size bladder of iron: 5 holding and 15 size mini but mighty: 15 holding and 5 size positive traits: (pick 2) Prepared: You start with +2 toilet paper and + pair of white panties. +intelligence ++caution Courage: You dont care where you pee just as long as it goes and has some form of privacy. ++confidence +speed -caution +defence Sporty: You are usually faster and stronger than the rest. ++speed +strength +defence ++overconfidence Nerd: You seem to be smarter than most. +++ inteligence +privacy needed Shy: You don't like having to pee, so you hold it slightly longer than some.+size +holding ++introvert Negative traits:(pick 2) Forgetful: You seem to lose forget things more easily even when to wipe. --intelligence -confidence Distracted:you seem in world of your own.-focus +leak chance -intelligence Brute: you may seem way stronger, but you are not a smart person. +++stength ---intellgence +defence Asap: you try to empty your bladder even when it is 95% empty. You havent trained to hold much. ++pee speed -holding and size Bullied. Everyone seems to hurt you more. +random encounters --defence +easlly embarrased And fianally Starting undergarments Plain white: just the average Tight panties: you love these panties although you outgrew them! +++bladder filling speed +++confidence Girly: pink panties with a cute pattern. You like them but you dont like others seeing as you find them embarrising to looked at by anyone who is not you. +confidence +++ embarrasment when seen +holding boyshorts: A let down for peekers although they are boring and uncomfortable. --embaressment when seen -confidence -speed Thong: pretty nice to wear while being loose fitting and comfortable, despite how little pee it can hide. +confidence +speed ---pee hidden +size General looks, clothing and age are up to you. I will stat the clothing after you haved picked. You are the only hope to show the world omo Pick well... all stats start on 10, the amount of + or - will decide how much is added or reduced to that stat. Some stats will be subclassed eg focus confidence and embarraesment
  2. Went out of town for a day and I went to a ghost/paranormal/historical tour, it was a mixture of outside/inside. I had some drinks prior to arriving and during the tour. At one point I needed to go pretty bad but figured I'd hold it and be fine but of course it got worse as time went on. A few times a few spurts escaped so I quickly fought it, I walked around taking pictures as I listened to the tour guide as I tried not to make it obvious I had to pee so bad. We were outside when another spurt escaped so I wiped my inner thigh with my hand for some reason when I felt how wet I was. I instantly panicked like "oh s***" when a huge spurt once again escaped for about 5 seconds,I tried to stop it,few more escaped but finally managed to get it under control. My pants were becoming soaked. Thankfully this was at night time. I kept letting go as the tour went on and at one point,I acted like I was tying my shoe so I just crouched down and released some more thru my pants. I couldn't believe how much I was pissing myself. Near the end of the tour I had to go so bad I just couldn't hold it anymore,it started to flow down my legs,my pants were soaked already as well as my shoes. After it was over i just completely flooded my pants. The drive home was interesting, I had to stop for gas and just decided to own it and not act embarrassed. I released a bit as I was pumping gas and the drive home I just pissed myself in my seat whenever I had to go.
  3. I've had accidents in public both in uniform and in civilian clothes. From wetting to a few messing accidents, not sure what stories others want to hear about first. I've had accidents when others were around and when also nobody was. I hope everyone is doing well!
  4. View File Japanese schoolgirl spanked for wetting her panties as requested by Submitter Cathyva Submitted 07/04/2022 Category Female  
  5. (Hi everyone! I'm back again with a second attempt at an interactive story! This one has a lot more story though. I'm leaving these open-ended though. I might put certain choices, but mostly it will be all up to you. I know this isn't the place to say it, but try to make your answers and stuff make sense. Hard to work with an answer that wont make sense. If there's a tie in answers I'll decide which one goes. It'll usually be the one that advances the plot more. Thanks for reading this!) The Plot: Saria's life is a big part of this I say.. But the big later on story is...: Saria stumbles upon a mysterious book and gets pulled into an ancient world. The world is facing a big threat so it's up to Saria and her party members to save it. Chapter 1: A terrible night's sleep. The time was 10 PM, Saria laid in her bed trying to fall asleep. Her mind kept drifting from the sound of her parents arguing to the sound of the water running upstairs. She felt the need to pee, but she really didn't want to leave her room with her parents arguing. She was so glad to be moving out soon. The screaming got worse and worse. Her parents used to be happy together... What changed? After an hour or two, she managed to fall asleep, but she woke up at 3:24 AM to a warm wet feeling in between her legs and all over the bed. Saria quickly jumped up, but she couldn't stop herself her pee continued to flow out until she shoved her fingers into her pee-hole. This never has happened before, sure she's used to going to sleep while needing to pee, but it never leaks. Her pajamas are soaked and she doesn't know what to do. Her bed is soaked. She decides to waddle to the bathroom making sure to do it very quietly. Even though she was 19 her parents still hated her being awake late. They would surely punish her for being awake this late. Saria makes it to the bathroom, but the door is locked. She's not sure why, until she glances around the area and sees shattered dishes and scratches on the wall. Saria's mom was hiding herself in the bathroom. Saria sighed and walked back to her room. Their upstairs bathroom was in the middle of being worked on so the door was definitely locked. Saria still had to pee badly. She didn't know what to do. What should Saria do? You guys get to choose what she does. Open-ended. Plot advancers: 1.) Finish peeing in clothes 2.) Try to hold it until morning 3.) Knock on the bathroom door 4. Go pee outside (The plot advancers guarantee the story moves on. Your choices usually will as well. These act as recommendations in case you can't think of anything. I have a lot of lore and decisions planned. I encourage everyone who reads this to vote on something. It'll make the story better and more frequent. That's it.)
  6. I thought I'll start a new thread, for my future drawings. Too long lines at the public toilets. She is so so desperate. Can't wait so long time. She thought if there is some private women's room. No one behind the info desk, when she is asking toilet. And the worst thing happens.
  7. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    What? Nothing's going on...that stream between her legs is totally going in the right direction...
  8. Mr. H

    An Emblan Accident

    From the album: Mr. H's Images

    It's been a little while since my last post, so here's a drawing of the Bat from Fire Emblem Heroes wetting herself.
  9. I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!
  10. As promised, here's part 2. Hope you like it! Here's part 1 if you haven't read it. "You can go to the bathroom anytime you want —" I leered at him He gave a chuckle and smiled at me "— as long as you go to the bathroom in your pants." The waitress arrived with the next round of beers. "No peeing unless it's in your pants. You know I'm getting horny just saying this. Fuck!" "Jeez, chill out!" he shushed me. "They can hear us!" I turned around and in the boot next to us there was a group of 4 guys roughly our age, dressed in basketball gear, who may or may not have heard what we'd just said. "Yeah? Too bad." I turned back around to Mike: "It means they'll witness a 21 year old piss himself like a baby." "Shut up!!! Damn" "So... Are you gonna piss yourself or what?" "Maybe. God I'm fucking bursting." I could feel my dick throbbing inside my boxer briefs. It was the beer that gave me the courage to be so open about it. But even then, i wasn't actually convinced he was gonna do it. He had no interest in omorashi prior to going out with me. He was dressed too well. Hot Levi's, linen shirt, white Adidas... Yeah, no chance in hell he's actually gonna flood them with piss... Or... maybe? Nah. Soon after that, our glasses were empty again. The beer was starting to take a toll on my bladder too. All the more exciting. "Let's go for a walk. I'm tired of sitting." He told me. So we got up, paid, and left. I was pretty sure he would have used the bathroom before leaving, but he didn't. The sweltering heat that had accompanied us before walking in had given way to a cool night breeze. "Shit!" He said as soon as we were out of the pub. "What's wrong?" "I have to go SO fucking bad. This breeze just made it a lot worse. Fuck!" He bent over a little bit and crossed his legs, his jeans briefly outlining his sweet soft bulge. "Good God. He's been holding it since this morning. That bulge must be hiding a frickin tankful of piss", I thought to myself. "Good!" I replied. To which again he reacted by laughing and not really saying anything. My dick was hard by this point. I suggested going for a walk downtown. [Mind you, It's a small Italian town, when I say downtown i mean centro storico, where all the bars and the nightlife are. In this case, a 10 minute walk from the Pub] "Let's go back to my car a second" he said "I forgot my cigarettes in there." "Alright." We took the first turn left into the street that would take us to the parking lot, and just as we turned, he stopped again. "FFFFfffuuuuuck. I have to piss NOW. I've never had to go this bad in my life. I'm literally gonna..." "... Piss myself?" I anticipated him "... Yeah. Lol." He gave his dick a hard squeeze, crossed his legs and did a quick potty dance. A 21 year old hottie was suddenly regressing to a 5 year old kid. Beautiful. My dick was getting so hard it was becoming painful to walk. If I hadn't been wearing black pants I'm sure anyone could have seen my huge boner trying to break free from my pants. — "Come on, let's go. We'll find some dark alleyway and piss there. I kinda have to go too now." I said, still not believing I would get to see any pants wetting that night. We walked down the street to the parking lot. It was an old poorly lit cobblestone square with maybe thirty of forty cars parked inside of it. Mike had stopped moaning and complaining. He was now walking next to me like normal. We entered the parking lot and walked to his car. We were almost there when he stopped dead in his tracks. I turned around and OH MY GOD. His position. The position that means just one thing. He was standing still, legs slightly apart, head looking down at his feet. And then a wet spot appeared. He was pissing himself. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so aroused my legs started to shake and I had to lean on Mike's car for support. He didn't move. The wet spot got bigger and bigger in a matter of seconds. First his whole crotch, than it made its way down one of his legs. A river of piss flowed from his rolled up cuffs straight onto the cobblestone pavement, making a distinctive piss trickle noise. "Fuuuuck. I'm going. I'm pissing myself." I was too aroused to say anything, i just stood still and watched in awe. It wasn't long before his other leg got soaked too. He just wouldn't stop pissing. I reckon at least 30 seconds had passed and he was still pissing. The trickle from his pants cuffs still steady. A huge puddle forming on the cobblestones. He let out a sigh of relief as the trickle finally died down. "Aah yes. I needed that." He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes, smiling. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. My hot 21 year old sweetie pie had completely disgraced himself in front of me, in the middle of a parking lot. To be honest, i wasn't completely dry either: my boxer briefs were soaked in precum. I was ready to burst a huge creamy load in my pants. "Fuck" I moaned "I didn't think you were actually gonna piss yourself for me. I don't know what to say except this is the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Lol, I'm glad you liked it." He said. And just as he said that, I pushed him to the passenger door side of his car and furiously made out with him. I kissed him on his lips, stubble, and down on his manly neck. My hands reached down and squeezed his tiny, firm butt cheeks. They were soaked in piss. I was in heaven. I pressed my crotch into his and shot a warm creamy load right into my boxer briefs and pants. Pure bliss. Complete sexual gratification. — "Damn baby, did you pee out of your butt? Even your backside is soaked" I laughed. "I had to pee a lot. I'm soaked everywhere". Just as he said that, we heard some voices. We quickly separated and I stepped out from the line of parked cars to see what was going on. It was the basketball players that were sitting next to us in the pub. "Shit." I heard Mike complain. "Don't worry" I told him. "You just stay right where you are, they won't notice you pissed yourself. Chill." The group seemed to be walking past us when suddenly one of them saw us at us and came walking towards us. He stepped through the area where Mike had pissed himself: "Hey, you guys got a lighter? Mine just stopped working. These fucking lighters are shit." "Uhm... Yeah, here you go." Mike ran his hand inside his piss-soaked pocket and gave him his cigarette lighter. Needless to say, the lighter had a nice piss coating to it. It felt damp to the touch. The basketball guy took it without batting an eye and lit up his cigarette. He thanked Mike, gave it back to him, gave him a quick once-over and went back to his friends. When they got to their car, I noticed them looking in our direction while talking to each other. "Fuck man that was close" I said "Do you think he noticed I pissed myself? Even the lighter was wet with piss Lol" "I don't know Mike. It's not exactly common to see a 21 year old piss himself. Even though... Yeah, you do look like you pissed yourself actually." As luck would have it, we had a plastic cover in the trunk. It now makes me think Mike had deliberately decided he was going to piss himself that night no matter what. He put it on his seat to avoid ruining his car and we got it. Mike started the car, turned on the headlights and switched on the radio. "Fuck man, I got piss in my shoes too." His adidas sneakers squeaked with every bit of movement. I looked at him again. His Levi's were soaked, a giant unmistakeable piss pattern from his crotch down both of his legs. Even the seam at the bottom of his linen shirt had gotten wet. "I love you baby. You know you didn't have to do this if you didn't want to" I said "You know... I kinda liked it. I didn't remember pissing yourself felt this good."
  11. Intro - Characters & Setting Story includes wetting, messing, nudity, bullying + humiliation, desperation, and fighting. Madida Academy is an all-girls combat school designed to train females for use of magic once they reach the age of adulthood. Girls are taught to fight using magic and weapons to channel said magic. This basically runs on a mix of fantasy and modern elements (but mostly fantasy). Madida Academy is a large boarding school that trains girls to fight using magic. It consists of several castle-like structures and buildings surrounded by a large wall sporting the height of 12 meters. The school has a large luxurious cafeteria with several snack cafes, as well as a student center with lounges and recreational facilities such as the pools, libraries, gyms, meditation rooms, and more. The academy has classrooms and combat rooms, which are basically arenas sized to fit one to two classes at a time for combat and magic practice. Sparring is done often here. Classes often consist of 24 girls at a time. Showers are massive open bathrooms that are shared per dorm building - there are 4 buildings per year, and students stay up to 3 years in this school, leading to a total of 12 dorm buildings, each housing a total of 200 girls in 100 twin dorm rooms. There are only 2 bathrooms in the school for students, a design flaw that never found the chance to be properly rectified. Students start at the age of 18, as they usually spend much of their adolescence and teen years mastering the basic use and existence of their inner magic. Magic in this universe is completely reliant on the control of emotion, as well as one's mental and physical performance. The story starts with a main character who is bold, compassionate, and heroic - as well as prone to frights, which may or may not have some consequences. Bladder control is ranked A to F, with A being the strongest and F being the weakest. Magic can be used to strengthen bladders, but it comes at the risk of a possibly even more embarrassing outcome. Bowel control is ranked the same way, though with how rare bowel accidents are, this won't come into play often...yet. School Uniform of Madida Academy - art is by Shin Jeongho on Artstation. Official Battle Armor for Students of Madida Academy - art is by Shin Jeongho on Artstation. Characters Shibuki Awasaki - an 18 year old introvert, this girl favors the flanged mace as a weapon, and specializes in swift and heavy combat. She is friendly and outgoing, but often nervous at times due to her jumpy nature. Bladder control for her is moderate, ranked a B-, which is somewhat lower than the average girl's bladder strength. Her bowel strength is an average B+. Aya Shino - a 19 year old girl who was unable to attend when she was 18 due to a medical issue that took several months to repair. This girl is shy and often finds it difficult to make friends. She is a spear wielder, as she prefers to keep enemies at a range to maintain her safety, as well as what little dignity she has. Her bladder is ranked at a C-, which means accidents for her happen more often than she'd like. Her bowels are ranked at a B-. Miko Sukiyaki - Miko is an 18 year old entitled girl. She grew up as a noble and gained a spoiled outlook on life, mainly by how she was born with more talent. She falls to anger rather easily and is more or less a brat. Her biggest method of bullying is using magic to weaken other bladders and bowel controls of other students to grow her ego. She uses a pair of swords as her weapons, and she has a bladder strength of A and bowel strength of A+...though something might be going on with her. More characters will be available as the story progresses. Prologue/Intro "So...you're my new roommate, eh?" Shibuki asked, dressed in her school uniform with all of her belongings by her side. Near her was a black haired girl with blue eyes, also in a school uniform. "Mhmm," the roommate said. "M-my name is Aya." "Aya. Pretty name," Shibuki said as she walked over to her bed. The shared dorm room was a fairly large and comfortable room with two beds, two desks, four dressers - two per student, and a large shared closet. the beds were notably arranged to mirror each other from left to right. She began to unpack her things, opening bags and cases and setting clothes and her other belongings in the drawers of the dressers. "Thank you," Aya commented with a light blush. The two were silent for a while, a comfortable ambience from the outside window filling the room. "S-so, what do you wanna do?" Aya finally asked. "We have the whole first day to ourselves, so we should take the time to get to know each other, right?" "Hmmm..." Shibuki thought as she paused her unpacking. That was a decent idea...the only question was what could be done on an easy first day? Options: 1: Go to the library. 2: Have a dip in the pool. 3: Go out for an exercise run. 4: See if the sparring rooms are open. 5: Remain in the dorm room and talk. (AN: Individual chapters will be much longer than the prologue. This is just to get the story going)
  12. Has anyone witnessed or experienced in person a woman wearing a dress or skirt and being genuinely desperate or needing to go really badly, where you saw it dribbling or starting to run down their leg at any point? Ex:. About to or having a full accident, starting to come out before being able to sit on the toilet, while coughing or laughing, or any other real situation where they genuinely couldn't completely hold or stop it...
  13. Hi im new here! I had this story on my head for quite a while now but i only got the confidence to post this today so I hope you enjoy! This is part 1 of a 6 part story about a 25 year old woman named "Lucy" and how she is about to meet someone very interesting. The overall plot is already finished however based on user feedback I can add in certain details upon request. Chapter 1: "The Lift" "Can today get any worse?!" Lucy thought as she spilt coffee on herself. She overslept and was running late for work and she only started her job last week! What would her boss think? She quickly got herself dressed into her work attire, a smart business suit and got in her car. 15 minutes pass and she arrives at her work 6 minutes late, she worked at a large 32 floor office building as an accountant and although it was not her first choice for a job, she was happy enough with her pay to keep going. She got into the lift and rode it to floor 29 where her desk was. She had just sat down to clock in when she heard a familiar voice, "What time do you call this Miss Sullivan?" It was her boss Mrs Cartwright, she's a pretty scary boss but nothing Lucy couldn't handle. "I'm so sorry Mrs Cartwright I was caught in traffic this morning" "Make sure it never happens again young lady" Her boss left with a stern look on her face. Lucy started to work at her desk, it was the middle of summer and Lucy was struggling with the heat. She brought a large flask of water with her that she refilled throughout the day to keep her hydrated. When break time came she had lunch but didn't use the bathroom, she wasn't a fan of using public bathrooms and decided to wait until she got home to urinate, a task she is usually able to do with ease. During her shift a man came over to her. "Hey you must be Lucy?" Lucy had never seen this man before but considering the way he was dressed she assumed he must've been some higher up in the company. "Yes that's me" She replied "My name is Chris I'm the Assistant Manager of the company, I heard you're our new accountant?" "Yes" she replied "I started last week" "How are you finding it so far" "It's great!" she replied "Well catch you later Lucy and if you have any questions come find me OK?" "Sure thing!" she responded. The manager walked away and Lucy continued working on her own, the breeze of the desk fan keeping her cool. "Damn I really shouldn't have drank so much water" Lucy thought to herself, her bladder was starting to fill and she began fidgeting in her seat. However she was confident that she would make it home in time. The clock reached 5PM, home time. Lucy packed her things and said goodbye to her colleagues as she left. She entered the lift and pressed the button to go down to the ground floor. "Thank god the lift is empty" she thought "I can hold myself in peace" "I can't wait to use the restroom" Her train of thought was interrupted by the lift stopping at floor 24. Lucy quickly adjusted her posture and the doors opened "Oh hello again" it was Chris. "Oh hi" responded Lucy faintly. Chris got in the elevator and it started to move. "Can't believe how hot it is today, have you been drinking plenty of water?" asked Chris innocently. "Oh definitely!" she replied. "I was thinking of going to the beach today its so nice" said Chris. Lucy didn't really pay attention to what he was saying, her bladder was all she could think of. "So do you have any plans for-" Chris was cut off by the sound of screeching metal. The elevator was stuck "What the hell?" said Chris. Lucy panicked, one because she was claustrophobic but mainly because she was stuck in a lift, with a handsome young man and desperately needed to pee. "Stay calm I'm gonna call the attendant" Chris pressed the alarm button and got through to maintenance. "Hello we're stuck in the lift!" Chris explained. "You're joking?! He replied. "OK fine we'll wait" he hung up the call. "So do you want the good news or the bad news?" He asked Lucy. "What's the good news" replied Lucy. "The good news is that maintenance is on the way, the bad news is that it's gonna take about an hour." Lucy erupted "AN HOUR?" "What's the hold up?" "Apparently he's on break" responded Chris. Lucy couldn't believe what she heard, at this point her bladder was screaming for release. She began to turn pale. "Are you OK"? Chris asked. "I'm just afraid of tight spaces that's all" She said reluctant to tell him the truth. "Yeah me too" he replied "Guess we'll just have to wait huh" 20 minutes pass and Lucy sits down in the corner. Her bladder muscles straining to keep the pee inside. "You can do this Lucy" she thought to herself but she knew she was in trouble. She secretly grabbed her crotch while Chris wasn't looking. She started doing breathing exercises to help her relax, but this worked a little too well. "Ahh!" She gasped as a tiny burst of pee splashed into her panties. "Are you sure you OK?" Chris asked, hearing her yelp. "Y-yes I'm fine" she replied as she stood up straight. Chris had put two and two together. "Lucy if you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you used the bathroom"? Lucy said nothing as her face went bright red. "You need to pee don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" she whispered softly. "It's gonna be OK" Chris replied "We'll be free soon" "Just 15 minutes" Lucy thought to herself, 15 minutes until she could leave the lift and unleash a powerful warm stream of urine into the toilet bowl. The thought alone almost sent her over the edge as another few drops escaped. "I don't think I can hold it much longer" she admitted. Chris was sympathetic but he didn't know what to say. At this point Lucy wasn't even trying to hide her urgency anymore she bent down and tightly grabbed her crotch with both hands in full view of Chris. "Do you perhaps have something to pee in?" Chris asked. "I-I can't hold it anymore!" Chris frantically searched through his bag to find something she could relieve herself in but it was too late. "Oh god no!" Lucy shrieked as she started wetting herself right in front of Chris. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed as warm pee ran through her legs and splashed on the floor. "It's OK honestly" replied Chris "It's best to just let it all out" Lucy couldn't bare to watch as her pee stream got stronger and her pee puddle expanded larger on the floor. When she finished her face was bright red. "It's not your fault" said Chris "Accidents happen all the time!" "I promise I won't tell anyone" Lucy looked up at him and gently smiled "Thank you but what am I gonna do now I'm soaked!" Their dialogue was interrupted by someone outside "Hey are you guys OK? We're gonna open the doors now!" Lucy panicked but Chris managed to calm her down "I have an idea OK?" Chris took off his suit jacket and gave it to Lucy. "Put this around your waist and when the doors open we'll run as fast as we can OK?" Lucy agreed and tied his jacket around her waist. As the doors finally opened the two of them ran together out of the building as fast as they could stopping for nothing. "OK we're in the clear! Chris said. "You gonna be alright"? "I think so" she replied "Keep the jacket and have a safe journey home and we can pretend all this never happened OK?" "Thank you so much" Lucy replied, and with that she headed to her car and drove home. Thanks to Chris she avoided an embarrassing accident from getting worse and she got a new jacket that she assumed Chris wouldn't want back. As she arrived home she got undressed, had a shower and sat on the sofa thinking about what happened. "I bet that guy thinks I'm a total freak for wetting myself" she pondered. But as she was lying there on the sofa she thought about how nice he treated a total stranger, and how attractive he was. Lucy had dated other men in the past but nothing long term. "I hope I see him again" she thought as she threw his ruined jacket on the floor and went to bed. The next morning Lucy went to wash Chris's jacket when she noticed a piece of paper hanging out from the jacket pocket. Curious she opened it. It was nothing special, just a list of clients but she noticed it had Chris' mobile phone number written inside. Lucy pondered for a moment weighing all her options and finally said "Screw it!" She took a chance and dialled the number. She started getting butterflies in her chest, she had never been the one to ask someone out before but she was feeling confident today. Lucy felt her heartbeat raise with every ring until finally, someone picked up the phone.
  14. I was little bit desperate and boring. So i decided to have some naughty fun. I soaked myself many times during this day and they are so smelly and wet. I hope everybody is going well and i wish to everyone happy peekend
  15. As well as it's been a theme in stories and experiences, I've been told two stories by women I know that included what I call solidarity wetting. What I mean by that is: one woman either can't hold it any more and has an accident, or decides to just wet her pants in the presence of others who also need to pee. This then leads to the others deciding to wet their pants as well, either because they don't want to hold it anymore or because, citation: "I'd would suck if you're the only one with wet pants". I say women here because it seems to be more of a female phenomenon, though I could be wrong. So my question is: Does this actually happen? Did ant if you ever observe this or participate in it? It is sometimes hard for me to actually believe the stories I am told, plus I am genuinely curious.
  16. The incorrigible writer of incomplete stories strikes again! I have a good feeling about this one though. Gotten from a prompt on Tumblr. Enjoy "The Hypnosis Cure." The Hypnosis Cure 1. The Profile Reese’s internet browsing yielded a fateful quote. It was in a forum thread about pearls of wisdom. Plenty of them were good, but one in particular struck him: You’re under no obligation to act the same way today as you did yesterday. The slim, quiet high school senior faced his approaching graduation and the start of college. He had kept his head down so far, maybe too much. After this coming summer, everyone would essentially get a social reset. The opportunity to change things about himself was better now maybe than at any other time. One obvious weakness that still vexed him was his bathroom habits– how he coped at school or whenever he would have to excuse himself from a group. The rational thing would be to simply ask permission or let someone know he needed a break. On the list of all causes of anxiety, admitting that one has bodily functions should be approximately at the bottom. For most. For him, it was a stumbling block that had been with him all throughout school, now thirteen years in the making. Early on, he somehow got in his head that he should only ask to use the bathroom if it was a dire emergency with no chance of his holding it more than a few minutes longer. He would sit at his desk and endure the mounting pressure in his bladder as if the fact that he could not hold his pee indefinitely must never be revealed. This tendency reinforced itself as time went on. On occasion he was driven to relent, raising his hand while trying to keep the sounds he made to a minimum. He wouldn’t even dare grab his crotch lest others catch on to how close he was to wetting. His teachers noticed how rarely he asked and all but never made him wait. Even when nothing bad happened after he asked, he had still let on to everyone that he was failing to control his pee. Surely at least some others must have pondered the fullness between his legs each time he made the stiff speed-walk out of class. Not every occasion stopped at a close call either. He got in the habit of checking if anyone could see him when entering the bathroom, so he could open his pants ahead of time. That was because of the few instances he was stuck fumbling with his button and zipper, inches from the urinal but peeing full-blast into his briefs until he got free. By luck he always got away with those, being the only one to know that half the pee came back with him in his squelchy wet underwear. He was sure someone would find out. Someone at school would smell him, or question a wet spot on his pants. At the very least his parents should have noticed the yellow stains when doing laundry. For better or for worse, no one had yet said anything. On a few other occasions, he did not even make it that far. It was not unheard of for Reese’s steps to falter several times along the path to the boy’s room. He would have to stop to cross his legs and clamp both hands between them, as his pee threatened to come out even without the invitation of the toilet. By now his underwear would usually be very damp anyway. The odd accidental leaks had mostly stopped. In their place were purposeful short spurts he had started doing more and more of, further delaying the need to raise his hand. He had peed enough in his pants to know his limits– how much he could let out over time without anything showing. Pissy underwear never bothered him on its own. It was just the clearest reminder of his difference, and measured how little time he had left before the rest came roaring out behind it. Such pauses in the hallway, even combined with letting out as much as he could in class, did not always work. If it were especially bad, the pee would force its way out anyway, as a trickle at first and then a full stream as his hold crumbled. He was reduced to standing breathless while a loud, hot flow sprayed his jeans at whatever angle he had pointed himself in his struggle. At least such accidents happened out of view of his whole class. He did get caught after one such disastrous wetting though, when trying to sneak to the locker room for his gym shorts. Of all people it had to be by Mr. Benedetto, the jacked P.E. teacher. Reese had begged the earth to open a sinkhole under him when Mr. Ben got the full effect of his sopping pants. But, as luck would have it, he had actually been extremely understanding. He unlocked the door for Reese to slip in and change, even giving him a plastic bag for the jeans. In return, Reese had to tell him what happened. Reese got into his dry shorts and sat on a bench in the locker room. He clasped his hands over the dry cotton, not pressing too hard to keep the wetness still in his briefs contained. Mr. Ben straddled the bench to face him. “So,” the teacher said, stroking his goatee, “You knew you had to go, but waited until it was almost too late to even ask?” “Yeah,” Reese replied. It was an accurate summary, but sounded so much dumber when laid out like that. It wasn’t that simple. “I just didn’t want to disturb everyone and thought I could hold it.” “Welp, apparently not,” Mr. Ben said. “You’re allowed to ask before you’re five seconds from peeing yourself, ya know. Nobody’s gonna tell you no or laugh at you or anything. Piss happens.” Reese chuckled at his slightly crude candor. He must have sensed the deeper issue as he continued. “And I know it’s hard for kids to talk to someone about bullies, but if you’re having problems, you come right to me. I know who’s who and am not above benching someone or giving laps to whoever is picking on people. They won’t know it was you that said something.” “Thanks,” Reese said. He felt better in the moment, but the pessimistic part of him said that nothing would really change. “You’re welcome.” Mr. Ben then stood up and dramatically looked at his watch. “Time’s up anyway. Get outta here; we’re both busy men.” Reese allowed himself to be ushered out of the locker room, his bagged pissy jeans in hand. There was no way he could go back to class like this. He had no choice but to go to the clinic to have them call his mom. While not being openly hostile, his mom was less understanding. “You need to pay more attention to when you have to go and not wait” was about the gist of her lecture in the car, along with being irritated at having to leave work to take him home for such a ridiculous reason. At this point he was certain she had seen the frequency of his underwear stains and put the pieces together. He would have to try harder. No. He would have to try something different.
  17. hi ich möchte euch erzählen was mir heute passiert ist. ich war in bozen einkaufen hatte meine leggings an und drunter trug ich eine despar medium Windel mit folie. die windel hat sich schön abgezeichnet an der Leggings. Also bin ich spät am Abend noch fürs Wochenende einkaufen in den Interspar. ich habe mein Auto in der Garage geparkt und bin los. Ich hatte Angst das man meine Windel leicht erkennt! Aber glück gehabt keinen hats interessiert. Als ich durch den Laden ging meldete sich meine Blase, ich suchte mir ein ruhiges Plätzchen und lies erstmal laufen. Nach dem der Druck nach lies ging ich weiter, da musste ich furzen! puhh keiner hats gehört, schnell zur Kasse. Vor mir war eine Frau die musterte mich immer, ob sie was ahnt? Ich bezalte und machte mich auf den Weg in die Garage, ich pupste so laut,oohh scheisse das war mehr wie ein pups... Ich ging schnell zu meinem Auto verstaute meinen Einkauf, suchte meinen Wickelrucksack und machte mich auf den Weg zum WC. Ich war fast schon da als es wieder drückte, ich dachte mir ist eh schon egal und drückte alles raus. Da stand ich nun mitten im Gang vor dem WC und habe in die Windel geschissen! Schnell machte sich ein unangenehmer Geruch breit.. Weiter dann im Teil 2 hi i want to tell you what happened to me today. I was shopping in Bolzano, had my leggings on and underneath I wore a Despar medium diaper with foil. the diaper has drawn out nicely on the leggings. So late in the evening I went to the Interspar to do some shopping for the weekend. I parked my car in the garage and off I went. I was afraid that my diaper could be easily recognized! But lucky no one was interested. As I was walking through the store, my bladder said, I looked for a quiet place and let it run for now. After the pressure was gone, I went on, because I had to fart! puhh no one heard it, checkout quickly. In front of me was a woman who was always scrutinizing me, did she suspect anything? I paid and made my way to the garage, I farted so loud, oohh shit that was more like a fart... I quickly walked to my car, put my groceries away, found my diaper backpack and made my way to the bathroom. I was almost there when it pressed again, I thought I didn't care anyway and squeezed everything out. As I stood in the middle of the hallway in front of the toilet and shit in the diaper! An unpleasant odor quickly spread. Then continue in part 2
  18. 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".
  19. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he lied as he began to dribble urine into his tight briefs, this was the first time Jackson had ever found himself in such a position and he was not much of a fan. In his twenty years on this earth, he had never had an accident outside of his childhood, but as determined as he was, he feared this record would soon be broken. Jackson, an amiable, good-natured man who had a smile for everyone did not want his girlfriend of six years to witness such humiliation. However, In the confined space of his girlfriends’ car he had nowhere to hide and nothing much to do to relieve the overwhelming pressure he felt pushing against the tip of his penis. He knew home was not far, but it may as well have been in a different dimension. He had tried crossing his legs. He had tried taking his mind of it by playing on his phone. He had tried gently rocking back and forth in his seat. It was all useless against the raging torrent he feared would soon strip away his dignity. Another bump in the road shook the car. His girlfriend was driving like a maniac in a frantic attempt to get her boyfriend to a toilet before he lost whatever control he had over his bladder. “I’m sorry” she said sympathetically as the car shook violently. “it’s fine” he lied again as another spurt of warmth spread around his groin. A cursory inspection with his hand told him he had peed through his jeans and that it would likely be visible to the outside world. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard, but this did nothing except fill his hand with urine. “I don’t want to pee in your car” he said as calmly as he could, realizing he was in dire straits. “It’s not far, babe” Emily said comfortingly. “If you don’t pull over, I’m going to pee all over your car seat and I don’t want to do that” he said seriously. Emily glanced at her boyfriend and thought for a second. “it’s like five minutes babe, you can do it” Emily announced as confidently as she could. Jackson did not make a reply and instead groaned in frustration and stared at the celling of the car. It was true. They were close to home and Jackson was a strong man, but even the strongest of men can have an accident in the right conditions and Jackson was learning this fact for the first time. His mind was frantic, and he thought of nothing except the wetness around his crotch and the extreme sensation of urine pushing against the tip of his penis. His frantic state was only eased slightly when their apartment building homed into view. Emily swung the car hard to the right and in a single maneuver brough the car to a stop in their designated parking space. “Quick snap” Emily said as the pair leapt out of the car. Emily grabbed her man’s hand as they quick marched up the pathway to their apartment door. She glanced at the wetness around her boyfriend’s crotch and silently hoped he hadn’t peed on her car seat. Emily punched in the buildings door code and the two strode quickly through as the automatic door swung open. They lived on the ninth floor, and they were not planning to walk. Emily called the elevator and waited patiently as it climbed down through the floors. The elevator had been on the fourth floor, so it did not take long to reach the couple. They dived inside and smashed the button for the ninth floor. “It seems worse now than ever” Jackson said. “Well yeah, it’s cause you know you’re close to a toilet, it’s normal babe” Emily said knowingly. The elevator climbed slower than it ever had before, at least that is how it felt to Jackson. Seventh floor. The elevator stopped. The doors did not open. It had broken down. “What’s happened?” Jackson asked in horror. “I think it has broken down” Emily said calmly. Emily pressed the emergency button and there was a beeping sound for a few seconds before it wrung off and nothing more happened. “I’ll call that number” Emily insisted, referring a phone number listed as an emergency contact number. “I can’t wait” Jackson said urgently as Emily dialed the number. A man answered the phone and the two talked for several minutes. Emily explained the situation and the man told her it would be several hours until an engineer would get there. “Well?” Jackson asked urgently as he jiggled on the spot. “Several hours” Emily replied sadly. Jackson’s face dropped as he heard the words. “Well, that’s that then” he said darkly as he let down his defenses and started to flood his briefs and jeans. “You can do…” Emily cut herself off as she noticed her boyfriend had given up and had started to wet himself. “I’m sorry” he said sadly as urine poured through his underwear and thundered down his legs to form an ever-expanding puddle by his feet. “I just couldn’t…” he started to say before Emily cut him off “I know babe, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last” she said truthfully as she watched the streaks of urine flow down her boyfriends’ legs. Tears moistened his eyes as he looked down at the puddle he was making. “This is humiliating” he said. “When you have to go, you have to go” Emily said dismissively, trying to preserve her boyfriends’ dignity. “But..” he started before Emily cut him off again “no buts, it happens you’re still my sexy man and this” she said grabbing his pissy crotch “is still mine.” Jackson jumped back slightly in surprise as Emily grabbed his still pissing penis. Urine poured through her fingers, but she did not care. She wanted to please her man and make something better of the situation. Emily grabbed Jackson’s fly and unzipped. Then, she undid the button and in one, well-practiced move, she yanked his soaked jeans to his ankles. He was still peeing slightly, but Emily didn’t care. She firmly grabbed her boyfriends’ crotch again and squeezed hard, sending a flow of warm pee through her fingers. She held this position for a few moments until she was certain her boyfriend had finished urinating and then, still admiring his tight package, held comfortably by his marl grey briefs, she rubbed his wet penis up and down until he became hard. Emily gently began to remove his pissy underwear and slide them towards his ankles. His penis was erect and stood firmly to attention. She gripped the shaft of his penis and began to tug, starting gently and slowly becoming more vigorous in her motions. “That nice?” she asked and received a swift nod in response. “You make me so wet” she said “I want you” she added lustfully, biting her lip. Jackson grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the elevator wall. He lifted her skirt and began to finger her pussy. She was indeed wet, and Jackson was not convinced it was all lubrication. “You naughty girl” he said “big girls don’t pee in their panties” he added. “True” Emily responded “but then, big boys don’t wet their pants either, so I guess we’re even” she added in a sexy tone. In response, Jackson fingered her pussy harder and pressed the cotton of her underwear almost inside her vagina, feeling more and more moisture as he did so. “Would that make you feel better, if the little girl wet her panties?” Emily teased him and Jackson grunted in response. “I’ll do anything for you” she announced as she opened the taps and allowed a stream of urine to flow through her underwear, “oops” she said in feigned surprise. “Dirty bitch” Jackson grunted as he lifted her legs to her waist and was answered by more pee coming through Emily’s panties. “Take me” Emily commanded. Jackson’s fingers had just gripped the fabric of Emily’s panties when he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. His penis went soft, and his head turned swiftly, as the elevator doors opened. Jackson looked in horror at the young woman who stared back at him and Emily through wide eyes. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old, and she seemed totally shocked by what was in front of her. “Fuck” Jackson cursed. Emily hurriedly returned her skirt to its rightful position and straightened herself out. Jackson meanwhile fumbled clumsily with his soaked briefs and jeans and quickly tried to hide his manhood. He hoisted his briefs back up and he shuddered slightly at the cold wetness that hugged his balls and penis tightly. His jeans followed soon afterwards, and he shuddered again at the cold wetness and the sheer weight of his soaked jeans. “We’re really sorry” Emily said blushing like a traffic light “this” she said gesturing to her boyfriends’-soaked jeans “was an accident, we’ll clean it up” she said, finishing her brief explanation. “It’s fine” the young woman responded quickly and awkwardly “but um, you should know that there is a camera in there” she said pointing towards a corner of the elevator “and it is manned twenty-four hours a day, live” she added. Both Jackson and Emily blushed bright red. “I, um, I’m sorry” Jackson said awkwardly. The three stood in an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity before Emily finally made the first move to break the standoff. “We’re on the ninth, if we take it up, we’ll hold it there and clean it” she said in apology. “That would be good” the woman said whilst nodding awkwardly. Emily mashed the button for the ninth floor again and as the door closed on their humiliation she sighed deeply, and then burst into laughter. Jackson stared at Emily in utter confusion. “What is funny about this?” he asked in confusion, “nothing really, but also kinda everything” she responded before bursting into laughter again. “Urghh I’m gunna wee myself” she said whilst laughing in hysterics. Jackson didn’t understand what was so funny. He had been humiliated twice. Caught in a sex act. Caught wetting his pants, both live and on camera and then he was denied the opportunity to fuck his girlfriend. Not his best day, he thought to himself ruefully. It was two weeks later when the footage of him wetting his pants arrived in his email inbox. It was then he finally understood why Emily had laughed about it so much. It was outrageous. Ridiculous. Outlandish, but it was life.
  20. Best way how to start weekend. I always love my peeing weekends, what about you? I bought these pants only for soaking so they are fast always wet and soaked with my urine. Only if they are in the laundry machine they aren't soaked. What's your favourite clothes to pee? Have a good weekend. Greetings
  21. In the next day I'm heading out on a nearly week long-road trip. I have to be halfway across the country for work the beginning of next week, but I thought I'd take several days to explore the scenery. I expect most of it will be natures, but I guarantee some of it is to be man-made. I'll be spending long hours behind the wheel and staying well-hydrated (I figure about four liters or so a day). I'm sure I'll be making plenty of stops along the way. I'm driving from halfway down Florida along the coast to the Carolinas, then turn inland to cross the mountains on my way to the plains of the Upper Midwest. There will be plenty of beaches, forests and fields along the way. I'll be dropping by here from time to time, hopefully to give you reports of my... progress. If you have any recommendations on what you'd like to see, by all means please let me know.
  22. "2:45" Layla thought to herself. "5 minutes later than when I check 5 minutes ago." These afternoon shifts always seemed to drag on, especially during the summer. She would much rather be spending her late 20s out on the beach, showing off her slender form and long brown hair to all the local boys, but alas, she had rent to pay. There was plenty Layla liked about being a librarian, but these really slow days always made her wish she'd chosen a different career. She loved books, and she loved talking to people about them, but these days she would be lucky to see 5 customers in a day, and of course, they always worked solo during the summer, so she didn't even have a coworker to pass the time with today. Not that she muched like her coworkers anyway... A small pang in her bladder reminded Layla about the other way she had found to make the time pass. For as long as she could remember, Layla always liked holding her pee. Something about the physical sensations, and the risk of not using the bathroom when she knew she should always made her feel naughty. That naughty feeling always led to naughty thoughts, which made time fly by. Since she began her job at the library, however, she had been indulging in her little habit more regularly. She couldn't see the harm in it, and aside from a couple of close calls, she had never had any issues getting to the toilet when it became a real emergency. Another small twinge in her bladder brought Layla to attention, just as a kindly looking older gentleman walked through the front door. Layla recognized him from around town, but this was the first time she had seen him here. "Good afternoon, miss" the man spoke, and tipped his hat to her. "I was hoping you could point me towards the biographies." "Of course, sir." Layla said with a smile. "Any particular biography you're looking for?" "Anything good on Chruchill?" The man asked, and as Layla led him over to the historical non-fiction, they began to chat about the man's interest in history, specifically military history. Layla was honestly glad for the company at first, but the old man clearly didn't get out much, and relished this opportunity for conversation. It was another hour before Layla was able to check out his book and send him on his way. Layla looked at the clock, "3:45" she noted. "Almost closing time." Layla went about her normal closing routine, wiping down tables and resolving books, all the while enjoying the growing pressure in her bladder. She had just finished locking up when the silence was cut through by the shrill ringing of the Front desk phone. "Hello?" Layla answered, slightly annoyed that her departure was being delayed. "Hey Layla, how was the shift?" Came the voice from the other end. Layla recognized it as her boss, Patricia. "The shift was alright, pretty slow," She said impatiently. "Whats up?" "Just calling to see if you had any issues with the inventory check" Patricia continued. "I know it can be a lot for one person to handle." "Fuck!" Layla thought to herself. She had completely forgotten to do the check. It was going to to take at least another hour to get that done, but if she didn't, she would have to admit to Patricia that she had forgotten, and she hated doing that. Patricia, having recently graduated college, was given the permission of head librarian. This irked Layla to know end, as she hated having a boss who was younger than her, even if it was just a few years. "Umm... yep, no problem there. Everything accounted for," Layla lied. "Glad to hear it," Patricia responded, "have a good evening." Patricia hung up, leaving Layla listening to a dial tone, and kicking herself for being so forgetful. She decided to just get it over with and check the inventory as quickly as possible. As she quickly turned away from the door and headed back to the front desk, her bladder once again made itself known. Not only that, but the extra time had also caused a stirring in her bowels that she knew would need to be addressed before too long. "Just my luck" she thought to herself as she began counting books. An hour or so passed, and Layla was still not close to being finished with her check. The books seemed to have been placed quite carelessly onto the shelves the last time they were counted. Add to the the growing urgency of her bathroom needs, and this inventory seemed to be dragging on endlessly. "Guess this isn't gonna be as smooth as I'd hoped," she though to herself, "better go use the toilet before I move to the next row." She began to make her way across the room to the one unisex bathroom the library had, each step making her more and more eager to relieve herself. She made it to the door, and grabbed the handle when her heart sank. The know wouldn't turn. She tried it a bit harder, jiggling it up and down, but it wouldn't budge. "Oh duh" she remembered, "I locked it after I cleaned up for the night." Layla made her way back across the room, stopping briefly to press her hands between her legs, and readjust her panties. "I don't think I've ever had to go this bad before." She mused, uncomfortable but unquestionably aroused by the thought. Now was not the time for that, though. She had to finish inventory, and to do that, she had to relieve the pressure on her bladder. The opened to cash register to grab the libraries keys, and to her horror, they were nowhere to be found. "What the hell!" She yelled aloud, startling herself with her own voice cutting through the silence of the library. Her bladder spasmed at the noises, and she felt just a few drops escape into her teal cotton panties. "Shitshitshitshi--" she exclaimed, slamming her hands into her crotch to stop the leak. She managed to stop it after a few more drops, before any wetness appeared on her light blue jeans. Her panties, however, were unmistakably damp. This was a real emergency now, and with the keys nowhere to be found, she was getting progressively more concerned. "Okay, Layla, now think." She said to herself, " where was the last place you remember seeing the keys." She began to mentally retrace her steps, going through the entire process of closing in reverse. This plan was interuppted, however, by another spurt, much bigger this time. She has peed for a solid second before she could regain control, and there was now an obvious, quarter sized wet spot on her jeans. She began to panic even further, as the effort she expended to stop the flood took her mind off her bowels, and she felt the beginnings of a bowel movement making its way out before was quickly stopped that too with a clench. This had long since ceased to be fun for Layla, as the idea of wetting herself, let alone pooping herself, at work was absolutely humiliating to her. She HAD to find those keys. She began frantically searching the ground around the desk for the keys, assuming she had dropped them without noticing at some point. All the while more and more leaks were making their way out of her bladder, and she now had a softball sized wet patch, on the front of her pants. She was losing the battle, and soon it wouldn't be up to her if she was peeing her pants or not. In a last desperate effort, she threw the contents of her purse out on the desk, assuming she had accidently put the keys in her purse on her way out. As soon as she saw that this wasn't the case, she knew the battle was over, and she had lost. Through her clenched fingers, she began peeing herself fully, first in long spurts, until it eventually became a stream of piss running through her fingers, down her legs, and onto the carpet, completely soaking her pants. Her face was bright red, hot with embarrassment as she had a full blown accident, feeling like a little girl who couldn't make it to the potty. She sat there in disbelief, completely shocked until her bowels reminded her that she was far from finished. "No way!" She thought to herself, "Pissing my pants is one thing, but there is no way I'm doing THAT!" Looking down and inspecting the damage, she saw a telltale glimmer coming from under the bottom drawer of the desk. "THE KEYS!" She said excitedly, relieved that her ordeal was nearly over. That relief was short lived, however, when another cramp made her bend over and grab her ass in a last ditch effort to hold it together. She tried to bend down and grab the keys, but she was completely stuck. If she moved an inch, she knew would completely poop herself. Tears welled in her eyes as the realization hit her, and almost instinctually, she squatted down like a toddler, and completely gave up. A rush of thick, solid poo made its way into her panties, pushing them out until making contact with her jeans, then spreading out until she had a bulge about the size of an apple at her rear, staining the surrounding denim brown. She released her bladder completely again as well, trickling out a bit more pee and spreading the brown stains down the back of her thighs slightly. She was sure there was no way she could be any more humiliated than she already was, until she looked up just in time to see Patricia come through the front door. This was going to be a million times worse than admitting she forgot to do inventory...
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