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  1. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  2. What was the cutest, sweetest omorashi dream you ever had? For me I was a spectator of an ice-dance and two girls started performing. I saw one of them was a bit fidgety from the start, but was trying her hardest to perform gracefully with her partner. But after finally balancing on one leg in a 'T' position, her pee startet gushing out! She started screaming trying to hold it in! But her efforts made her jitter in that 'T' position while squirting periodicaly (about 1 squirt every second)! Then I woke up at that moment discovering I was having a beautiful wet dream! And I honestly can't remember having a better wet dream since.
  3. I wasn't sure whether to post this here on in the fiction section. However, as it is a true account of a dream I had last night, and also involves some real-world desperation as well, I will post it here for now. Besides, the dream itself was not too far-fetched and could maybe happen in reality, if the circumstances were right! Last night I was quite thirsty before I went to bed, so I ended up drinking about 2 pint glasses of water before finally falling asleep. This lead to a very interesting dream a few hours later... I am sitting in the lobby of a corporate office building, dressed smartly in a suit and tie. There is a large group of young graduate trainees sitting next to me, and from what I can make out of their excited chatter, it is their first day on the job. I get the sense that I am not really supposed to be there. I don't work at this company, but I need to get into the building. I can't remember why, perhaps I need to gather some information (corporate espionage), or perhaps I am testing their security procedures, or maybe its just for fun. The problem is, I am absolutely dying to go for a pee. There are no toilets in the lobby, so it will have to wait until I can get inside. My bladder feels so full and hard, bulging against my slim-fit grey suit trousers. I sit there jiggling my knees, gritting my teeth and squirming around on the chair. One of the graduate trainees notices me, and she must have mistaken my desperation fidgeting for nervousness, because she asks me if it was also my first day. I decide to play along, and soon enough I join their conversation, trying to fit in. Hopefully this approach will get me into the building (and to a toilet I desperately need!). After a few minutes, an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties walks up to us and introduces herself as Hannah. She is the head of the graduate programme at the company, and will be guiding us through our induction day. As she introduces herself and talks a bit about the company, I absolutely can't sit still. I really, really, really need to pee, and I'm starting to get impatient. As she speaks, she keeps looking over at me and glancing down at my jiggling knees. I start to blush, and I get the feeling that Hannah knows how badly I need to go. We then head over to the entrance of the offices and she uses her security pass to open the security gate for us. Well, that was easier than I thought. I'm in! Fast forward to a bit later in the morning. We're standing around in a kitchen area, talking and drinking tea and coffee. I am stood with a few other people, chatting to Hannah about the company. I'm keeping quiet, trying not to give myself away, but also because I'm still bursting for the toilet. I keep having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, or step from foot to foot. I glance around but can't see a sign for the toilets anywhere. I do my best to stand still and try and blend in, but I'm aware that I must look red-faced and flustered, and I'm worried that I'm going to get caught. Hannah keeps glancing at me and smiling, and I'm sure now that she knows that I need to pee really badly. I wonder how long it will be before I can try and sneak off to find the toilets. A bit later, and by now we've finished our drinks and about to go into a meeting room. I start to follow the other trainees into the room, but I decide to try and find somewhere to pee first. I step from foot to foot and glance around again, still not seeing any signs indicating where the toilets are. There doesn't seem to be anything in this area of the building apart from the kitchen area and a few meeting rooms. Hannah is standing by the meeting room door, and she catches my eye. She smiles at me and asks if I'm OK, and I want to ask her where the toilets are, but I'm too shy and can't bring myself to say it. She starts chatting to me, asking how I'm finding my first day, whether it was what I expected etc. I decide that I'm going to have to play along if I don't want to be caught, but its hard to concentrate because of how badly I need to empty my bladder. I can feel it pressing against the waistband of my trousers, and I long to reach down and undo my trouser button and loosen the zip, but I can't. I'm absolutely desperate to piss, and its all I can do not to dance around and hold myself in front of Hannah. I step from foot to foot and bend forwards slightly, trying my best to be discreet. She definitely knows how badly I need to go, she keeps glancing down and watching me fidgeting. She's staying professional, but I get the sense that she is enjoying my predicament. I also get the feeling that she knows I don't work for the company and that I'm not supposed to be there, but maybe that's just my imagination. Fast forward to about an hour later. I'm now standing in another corridor in the same part of the building, hopping from foot to foot, still dying to piss. The other graduates are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they are in a meeting room and I've excused myself, or maybe they have gone to meet their new teams. I've searched the part of the building with the kitchen area and the meeting rooms, and there are no toilets here at all. I think they are through a door at the far end of the corridor, which seems to be where the main offices are. The problem is, it's locked and you need a key-card to get in. I also can't actually get back out to the lobby where I came in, because you need a key-card to open the security gate. I decide that the only way I'm going to get out (and to a toilet) is to admit to somebody that I'm not supposed to be there and hope they let me out. As I walk down the corridor in search of somebody, I notice Hannah and another lady in a small office. Hannah is sitting behind her desk, and the other woman is standing up carrying a large file. She tells Hannah that she will be back later and walks out of the office, smiling at me as she leaves and walking towards the direction of the lobby. I walk into the office and speak to Hannah, stepping from foot to foot and bending over slightly as I admit to her that I'm not supposed to be there. She smiles and tells me that she suspected me all along, and thanked me for coming clean. She tells me that the other lady in the office with her is the building manager, and that I will need to wait for her to return so she can make a note of my details. She tells me that although I'm not in trouble, she doesn't want me to try and escape, so she asks me to take my shoes off and hand them over to her. I do as I'm told, not wanting to cause trouble, and she places them on the floor behind her desk. She then opens up a large drawer at the bottom of her desk and takes out a set of handcuffs, the kind with a rigid black grip between the two cuffs (similar to the 'Hiatt speedcuffs' used by UK police forces.) She asks me politely to turn around with my hands behind my back. I do as she asks, wondering how long I'll have to wait before finally being allowed to release the ocean of pee inside my bladder. I try to stand still as she cuffs my hands behind my back, one above the other in a rear stack position. I gasp slightly, as I have to stand up straight for her to cuff me properly, which seems to put more pressure on my bladder. She asks me if they're too tight, and I tell that they're actually too loose, and to tighten them more. She laughs and says 'if you say so', and I cross my legs as she tightens the cuffs over my wrists. I bite my lip as I feel the metal against my skin, realising what a desperate predicament I've found myself in. 'Should I have gone for a wee before coming to talk to you?' I ask, my cheeks red with embarrassment, bobbing on the spot. She pauses, moving to the side of me, still holding the grip of my cuffs with one hand. 'Yes, you probably should have done' she says, smirking as I sigh and grit my teeth. I don't ask for permission to go. Perhaps because I know she'll say no, or that I'm quite enjoying my current situation. There's an obvious bulge in the front of my trousers, and I'm sure Hannah has noticed, but she doesn't mention it. Fast forward to later on, and by now the other lady (I find out her name is Louise) is finally back at her desk. I don't know how long I've been waiting. Half an hour, an hour, two hours? By now I'm constantly dancing from foot to foot and kicking my legs up behind me, standing in front of Louise's desk while she speaks to somebody on the phone. She doesn't seem to know quite what to do, and I'm desperately wanting her to hurry up and take my details so I can leave and finally have the pee I've been desperately holding in for so long. Hannah is standing next to me, holding the grip of my cuffs behind my back, but she doesn't seem to mind me dancing around in front of her. I accidentally knock into her slightly as I shift from foot to foot, and I apologise. She laughs and tells me not to worry, and that she knows I must be absolutely bursting to go, so she doesn't mind me dancing around to try and wait. A little bit later, and Louise has left to get a form that she needs to fill in with my details. It's just me and Hannah again, still holding the cuffs firmly behind my back, and by now I'm so close to soaking my work trousers right there in her office. I'm squirming, bobbing, bending, leg crossing, biting my lips, trying desperately to hang on for just a few more minutes. She leans in towards me, so close that I can feel her breath on my face, and starts to whisper something in my ear... Then suddenly, I wake up, and I realise that I'm absolutely bursting for a pee in reality, not only in the dream. My bladder feels like its about to explode! I reach down and hold myself for a few seconds, before hopping out of bed and walking very quickly (almost jogging) to the bathroom, still holding myself tightly. I make it to the toilet, just in time, and let go a very long and relieving pee, gasping with relief. Hope you enjoyed! And sorry again if this is in the wrong section, feel free to move it.
  4. sarafayer

    female A Dream I had

    Hey! Sorry if this isn't in the right forum. I wanted to make a post asking where exactly I should post something like this, but...I also couldn't seem to find a forum that seemed appropriate for that kind of post. So my apologies if it isn't in the right place. I won't be upset if it's moved. I had an amazing dream last night. Obviously it wasn't a real experience, but since I was going to also talk about some of the real-life details around that dream I figured that this forum was a more appropriate place to post. I suppose I should describe myself just for reference for the story. I have caramel-eque skin, brown eyes, I have a LOT of small braids and I'm short and chubby with pretty big boobs and a huge ass. For clarity, I obviously don't have an objective view of my body but sometimes I feel beautiful and curvy and voluptuous and sometimes I feel like a blob. Lol. So I can't remember how it all started but I do remember being in some facsimile of my apartment. You know, how in a dream, you know what place you're in even though it doesn't look the same as in real life. My bathroom looked the same (except maybe a little cleaner, lol). I must have been doing a hold (which is rare for me, anyways) and I ended up getting really desperate. I remember running into the bathroom and pulling down my leggings and letting loose the entire flood into them before I can even open the lid to the toilet. I'm standing in the bathroom with half my ass out of my leggings and a dude comes around the corner. I'm pretty confused about how he got into my apartment but we both just stared at each other. I felt embarrassed, but I also... really didn't care. It was wonderful, and kind of sexy to me. In real life, literally no one I know knows about my fetish, not even my long-time partner. So it was a pretty big deal to me that someone saw me wetting when I thought it was real in the dream. But at the same time, I strangely wasn't very phased by it. Anyways, fast forward and all of a sudden I'm in a gigantic building, almost like a school, with linoleum floors, fluorescent lights, and lots and lots of winding hallways and rooms. I'm really desperate to pee and I'm looking for a toilet to use. I keep walking around the place (but I'm not running, you know how sometimes you really have to pee but you don't want people to know b/c you're embarrassed) looking for a bathroom. It's obviously under construction because there are a lot of empty rooms that appear to be classrooms and offices. There are also some rooms that appear to be bathrooms, but they either don't have any toilets or the toilets are there, but not installed. None of these places have any "out of order" signs, of course, so I waste time walking into a bathroom expecting relief only to be denied. I seem to keep coming back to this place that appears to be the "center" of the building. There's a girl sitting there at a large square shaped desk, working on a computer with a huge monitor. She's very beautiful. [I'm pansexual, though I lean more towards being into girls, by the way] If anyone watches American Horror Story I'd say she looks a lot like the character "Winter" from the current season. We appear to be the only people in the building. I'm assuming she's a receptionist of some sort or would at least know where the restroom is. But I am too embarrassed to ask. I pass her desk several times. At some point she seems to catch onto what I'm saying and says something to me. Only I can't hear it. Then, as if through a hallucination, her face changes to appear sinister and she tells me to "just do it." Now I'm running, feeling like my pee is going to leak out any second, lost in the hallways of this building. I finally find what looks to be a working bathroom. I enter a stall and lock it and start to pull down my pants when the toilet disappears into the floor. I run out of the "restroom" and I find myself back in the middle of the hallway again. The girl sitting there looks at me and tells me just to piss my pants. I'm holding myself at this point. I run around to look for another place and can't find anything. Eventually I come back to the room with the desk. She tells me she will show me where it is. She takes my hand and we start to walk down a hallway. She gets a mischevious look on her face again and she turns to me and starts kissing me and holding me i place, all the while I'm squirming and feeling like I'm going to start to leak. I'm super nervous but I'm also really enjoying this. She presses my bladder. In the dream, this is when I start to lose it. I can feel the piss start to run down my legs. In real life, I have an orgasm in my sleep. I wake up and rush to the bathroom. My partner doesn't know about my fetish and I didn't have time to think about this dream when I first woke up today. But now I am finished with a long day of work and I'm going to enjoy thinking about this "experience." I've never posted anything here before- I haven't had any experiences or sightings worth sharing as an adult, but I wanted to share this one because I enjoyed it a LOT. I hope you did too.
  5. I've been experiencing these really weird kinds of dreams for some years now, and I'd love to know if anyone else has been experiencing anything similar. In the dreams I'm always in some kind of a maze-y place, like a shopping mall or an inside water park, and I need to get out but I can't find the exit. As I keep searching for a way out, I start needing to pee, and at the same time I start becoming sexually excited. As my need to pee grows more urgent, so does my excitement, and at the end of the dream I'm just about to wet myself and my arousal has reached incredible spheres. I mean, incredible. Knees weak, head fluttering, stomach getting warm and that other body part turning harder than the wrath of the dog-lover who's just discovered he's allergic to dogs. Never ever have I felt such intense excitement while awake, or while seeing other kinds of dreams. Then I wake up either wet or having to pee really badly, and my brain's all like "wtf just happeneeed ". One weird thing is, I never have these dreams during the night, at least not that I can remember. It only happens if I nap during daylight and I accidentally nap for so long I start dreaming. So... please someone tell me I'm not alone here. I don't want to be the shady sex-freak of our home street.
  6. I posted this in our chat but I'll have it here too: I had a dream last night where I was with a former coworker I liked, and I and she had to pee, I was more desperate than her. And we were on the county's bus system, PSTA trying to get both get home from work at my Job at Publix, (yet it was like this bizarro world scenario where the buses were not on the same routes) we eventually got to the end of the line (which was at the Fort De Soto- a Pinellas county campground site and beaches) and we all got off and we searched for the bathrooms together at the main welcome complex, (which doesn't normally exist--along with two of her female friends, who I don't even recognize). The restrooms were mega huge and had like over 50 stalls and urinals and sinks and we decided to just use the men's together out of sheer desperation (transgender laws in effect maybe? No one really batted an eye around us.) afterwards, the dream continued, but I work up before we got home and I was hurting in my stomach from holding it for so long while asleep. I felt like a 7 or 8. It was 8:30 AM EDT when I woke up. I had to wait 30 minutes for my older brother to get out of our only bathroom (he was showering) and I got to go badly. I probably could hold it longer as it was more pain from displacements of gasses in my bowels from the bladder filling and making room in my abdomen or something, and I was farting a lot. I sometimes had to grab my penis to not let myself pee while trying to let out the painful gas, I surprisingly didn't pee as long as I thought when I did get to go-as I would being that full, and it was not really that yellow. I went back to sleep after and woke up at 10 am. I did my morning pee and poop as usual, and took my shower then. The pee was a similar color as before, so that must have been the rest of it a hour and a half later.
  7. Well, I had a strange dream last night about diapers. I already posted this elsewhere, but I want to post it here so more people can see it. It has really opened my mind to what AB/DL really is and why I love it to death. I was secretly wearing a diaper to my school. Suddenly, they made an announcement over the intercom telling everyone who is wearing a diaper to report outside. Many people in my class got up, so me, being the introvert I am, decided to follow with them. I was humiliated, I felt like shit. When we report outside, my principal herds us all into a secret area under the school which was... I guess you could describe it as a kind of daycare? They made us change into onesies with our diapers bulging out and just let us do what we wanted, and they would take care of anything we needed. We all played with toys and things a young child would like, and we loved it. It felt like something out of a Merunyaa drawing (great artist btw, if you're into omutsu you'll love them). It was the only, and best omorashi-related dream I've ever had. There's no explanation for why I loved it so much.. I just felt so... safe.. just wearing a onesie and a diaper, no responsibilities for myself that I had to worry about, none of the daily struggle of politics, work, others. I felt like a young child again, just enjoying life and leaving the complicated things to the grown-ups. Sometimes I hate being so mature. I felt so accepted by my peers, there's no judgement, all you know about people is "friend" or "not friend." And that's all you really need to know. Guess there's nothing we can do about it now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  8. hertightjeans

    Last Night

    I had a dream where I was having lunch alone, wearing a white t-shirt and light blue jeans. My clothes were skin tight. I felt a twinge in my bladder, and as time passed, the more urgent it became. My eyes stared at the bathroom door, debating whether to go or not. I believe that I decided to continue eating and wait to pee until I reached my own bathroom because I added more to my bladder anyway, so I would end up needing to pee again. My legs were crossing and uncrossing, then I let loose with a epic soaking and then when I looked down, I woke up, checked my bed for wet spots, and peed in my toilet. What a huge relief!
  9. LucyVersion2.0

    life Nightmares and Dreams

    When I was sixteen or seventeen, I had a nightmare that one of my friends crapped himself at the mall, and blamed it on me for some reason. I told him about it a couple years ago, and he's refused to go to the mall with me ever since, because he honestly believes the nightmare is going to come true, even though I had it almost 20 years ago. I've never had a dream, or a nightmare, happen later in real life. Have you?
  10. TVGuy

    I had a weird dream

    I woke up just a little bit ago, waking up from a very strange dream. My girlfriend and I were at an omorashi convention. It was being held in a large expo center, and it was a lot like other conventions/industry events I have been to. There with booths, events in conference halls, different lectures, demonstrations, products. But, there wasn't that much kinky play going on there, it was almost like going to a car show, except instead of cars the theme was omorashi. The convention was a multi-day event. Many convention goers were staying in nearby hotels, or camping nearby. My girlfriend and I happened to be camping. At one point during the convention we returned to our campsite to rest. There, she decided it would be fun to tease me, grind against me, and threaten to pee on me. For some reason, I didn't think she would actually pee on me, so I kept telling her that I knew she wasn't actually going to do it. I even went so far as to dare her to do it, and then, she did. Now, in the dream, this was a bit of a problem. All our clean clothes were back at the expo center, not in our tent. So we had to return, to pick up our stuff, while I was visibly wet from being peed on. It looked like I was the one who wet. And, even though this was an omorashi convention, being wet like that was not socially acceptable, just like it wouldn't be okay for any other kind of convention. Things weren't too busy though, just whenever we got too close to someone I had to carefully turn so my back was to them and they couldn't see the wet spot my girlfriend made on my front. Then I woke up, or at least I thought I did. I found myself camping, next to my girlfriend, in a lovely forest camp ground. I told her about this strange dream. We woke up, had breakfast, and went for a hike. On the hike, I saw someone who I had seen in my convention dream and realized I was still, at that moment, in a dream. I instantly woke up, finding myself in bed next to my girlfriend. Again, I told her about this strange dream I had, but she was completely uninterested. Then, a weird thing happened to me. Even though I was in bed with my girlfriend, I heard her voice calling me, asking if I was awake. But, her lips weren't moving. I was still dreaming. I woke up yet again, finding myself in bed, and it was wet. My girlfriend was sitting up, sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was looking at me with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. This time, I could tell I was really awake from how groggy I was and how bad I just wanted to close my eyes and get a few more minutes rest. "I wet the bed," my girlfriend said sheepishly. She likes to wear diapers to bed (and I like her wearing diapers to bed). To make sure she doesn't leak, she has plastic pants that she wears over them. This usually works pretty well, but last night she leaked. So, I got her cleaned up, pulled the wet sheets off the bed. Checked my e-mail. And, thinking about this odd dream, decided to share this account with all of you. Good morning everyone!
  11. Wetdiaperpony

    My most vivid desperate dream

    Surely all of us have had at least one "desperation dream", it means, a dream where you're need to pee so bad and you're looking for a bathroom but all of them are occupied or another situation related. I have had several of them but there is one that I remember with lots of details. Everything started in a particular race, apparently it was a familiar race, because my dad and me were competing with other family members. All of us had to arrive to the top of a high building, easy right? Well no, because it was an old building and in the inside, some ladders were broken, then it was something like a parkour race. I can't remember so much about the race but I remember that about at the half of the race my bladder was already asking for release, I began to feel uncomfortable because I knew that I wasn't going to the bathroom until we finish the race. We arrived to the top... at last place sadly, but that was the less important thing, I had to find out a toilet and find it soon! I walked across all the terrace but I couldn't find anything, some minutes after, I saw that my mother also needed a bathroom and I supposed that she was looking for it too. I found her and she showed me the bathroom, from the outside it looked dark, small and a bit gross, not terrible, but maybe someone could clean it more often, anyway I knew that I needed it, then I simply went inside. From the inside it was completely different, the floor was completely clear and had a beautiful white color, everything inside looked clean, it was just a little trouble. The bathroom had a sink and a shower..... but... the toilet?! It wasn't anywhere and to make things even worse, all the bathroom walls were made in cristal, of course, it was really illuminated, but everyone outside could see you inside. Well, I had no choise, it was an emergency. I approached to the shower and I simply let it go. It was strange because someone was looking me peeing from the outside, and also my brother and my mother went inside the bathroom to look at me, I simply ignored them while I emptied my bladder. Unfortunately, after two minutes I still felt the same pressure. It was really frustrating, but just a couple of second after I woke up, of coursem with a pretty full bladder, but still dry. Hope you liked it
  12. I've had frequent peeing and wetting dreams since I was kid, and I still do very often. However, I've never, not even once, wet the bed because of these dreams nor any other reason either. I also tend to have dreams in dreams which also are dreams in dreams and it makes my mind confuse what's real and what's not. I can't remember how old I was, but I was very young, although I already had discovered that I like wetting. I was living twosome with my dad and even tho I was taking care of my own laundry, I never considered to wet while in bed due to the fear of getting caught. I was comfortably tucked up in my bed, it was warm and soft, everything was good and I was sleeping. I was having a peaceful dream that I'm wetting my bed. I enjoyed the wetting really much, it was somehow euphoric feeling I was having. Suddenly, I woke up and realized that I am actually wetting my bed for real. I wasn't sure if that feeling was some leftover from my dream, so I checked the sheets and they were soaked. I was shocked, I couldn't breathe, I didn't know what was I supposed to do. I couldn't do anything to prevent myself from getting caught. I was ebarrassed, the whole situation was utterly awful. That occasion didn't last long, it was a quick awakening to a shocking situation and then I instantly woke up again, still panicking. I was confused and checked my sheets again in an horror. Fortunately, and for my big surprise, the sheets were totally dry. Not a single wet patch. I shoved my hand into my panties and felt my crotch. Yes, it was sure, I hadn't wet the bed, it was a dream. I was still a bit afraid that if that was a dream too, and I nevertheless had wet the bed, but when I woke up in the next morning, and was sure I'm awake, everything was good and I hadn't done that. I was so relieved.
  13. Today, I did something really bad... Let's just say I got a little bit too comfortable with diapers. I was cleaning and I decided to take a nap. My dream felt so real, but I was only asleep for an hour I think. I knew I needed to go pee before I fell asleep but I was so tired from cleaning that once I hit my bed I was too lazy to move. I had a dream that I was on an island with him. We were stuck on this dangerous island with leopards and monkeys. (I always have nightmares, so it was pretty weird) I remember this leopard was running after me and I couldnt find him anywhere. I was so lost and so scared, I ran until I found a river. He was there, just throwing rocks in the water. All I can hear is a waterfall, and the closer I went towards him the louder the rocks made dripping sounds. He looked at me and laughed, he said "there you go wetting yourself again". I guess when I was running from that leopard I was so scared that I wet myself. He kissed me and I woke up! My jeans were wet and cold and I was so confused. I touched myself, I did something bad and that turns me on. Wetting my bed was a bad girl thing and I had to sleep in it to teach myself a lesson. I got up and tried to take off my jeans and threw them in the laundry room. I took pictures for him (he loves this stuff too) but I've realized right now is probably not the best time to send them to him, so I'm going to post them here... Etuhanlo, if you're reading this, have fun.
  14. Jacqi Lantern

    RWBY: Ruby Rose 2

    (Sorry if this chapter isn't as intricate or as well written as the previous one. Kind of got inspiration for it in my sleep =w=, anyways. enjoy!) "Miss Rose, You mean to tell me that you want the Academy to spend precious money and resources to replace your mattress because you spilled an entire industrial sized bucket of paint on it?" Ms. Goodwitch looked over her glasses, staring at the girl on the other side of her desk, with a look on her face that showed that she was less than amused by the story Ruby had presented. Ruby, however, was oblivious to the woman's attitude towards her lie. "Yes Ma'am. A very large can of bright purple paint. It all soaked into the mattress before I could get it cleaned up, and now the mattress is hard and crusty, which will affect my sleep, which will affect my grades." She says, trying to sell her story as much as possible. Goodwitch pushes her glasses up, glancing over at her computer momentarily, before looking Ruby in the eye once more. She leaned forward, both her elbows on the table, folding her hands in front of her. "Well Miss Rose, here's what I make of your request. You brought a very, very large amount of brightly colored paint in your dorm room. The purpose of having this amount of paint was no doubt to recolor the walls of the room, an act which is strictly prohibited by school policy. There is also no reason that can should have been on the bed in the first place, so this is more or less by fault of your own. The academy will be happy to replace the mattress, provided that you are able to provide funds to properly dispose of the one you ruined, along with the bedding that went along with it, and put money forward to pay for a new mattress, as well as new bedding, and to clean up any painting you already did. You will also take punishment for any tampering to the room or furniture you have done." Once Ruby had grown sufficiently pale, and frightened of the consequences, Goodwitch offered her a kinder approach. "Miss Rose, attendants will have to enter your room to remove the mattress anyway, and will report to me why it is no longer in usable condition. So you may continue to lie, and face the consequences of deceiving Beacon's staff, and wasting our time and resources, or you can tell me the truth now, and I may be more inclined to be a bit more kind." Ruby's face lit up a bright red color at the idea of telling Glinda what really happened. But the consequences of what would happen should she continue to try to lie scared her more than what might come when she fessed up to what really happened. "...okay...M...Miss Goodwitch...I...I wet the bed in my sleep...to the point where the mattress is no longer sanitary...we tried cleaning it but the stain is still there, and so is the smell...It went all the way through, and we could only fix the one below it..." she says, looking down in shame, her face red hot. Goodwitch had obviously not been expecting that, not in the slightest. Her own face lit up red in embarrassment over the subject at hand, and a look of unmistakable disgust painted itself on her face. "M..Miss Rose! You are a student of one of, if not THE most prestigious Huntsman Academies in all of Remnant! Where to even begin with this!" She announces. Ruby had to restrain herself from letting tears leak from her eyes. Crying would only worsen her situation. Goodwitch appeared to be fuming made for a moment longer, before composing herself almost instantly on the spot, letting out a deep breath with a heavy sigh. "I assume that this is NOT a regular occurrence...." "No ma'am..." "You said "the one below it." Do you mean to tell me there is another mattress below your own?" "....We converted the beds into bunks...so we could have room for all our things..." "I see....well....that is...one way to go about it I suppose..." Unbeknownst to Ruby, Glinda had been pushing Ozpin to replace the beds in the dorms with bunks for years, but the man claimed that it would be too claustrophobic for the students if they had to sleep one on top of the other. The woman pushes her glasses up her nose. "Miss Rose...since you did as I asked and told me the truth...I will be lenient this time. I will...disregard the state of your team's beds. The mattress will be removed and replaced in a discrete manner, no charge to you or your family. However, in return, I will be coming to your dorm randomly throughout the next months to conduct random checks on the state of affairs. Anything out of place in the dorm shall be reported and your team shall be punished. And should this happen again...I will not be so kind. Do I make myself clear Miss Rose." the woman explains. Ruby was all too eager to agree, ready to put this incident behind us. Once the agreement was struck, she was dismissed, and she left the main office, heading down to the cafeteria to finish up her lunch hour. She had cleared things with Goodwitch, and already had explained matters with team JNPR. Now all that was left was Weiss. Unfortunately, Weiss was being less than agreeable to say the least. While they still had classes together, she outright ignored Ruby's entire existence, and when she couldn't, she would only respond to the girl by shooting her increasingly nasty looks. The whole thing made the poor redhead's heart sink. She may have possibly ruined the team with her little episode, which she was positive leaders were not supposed to do. Making it to the cafeteria, she doesn't bother getting any food as she sits next to Yang, who offers her a pat on the back. "So? What did Goodwitch say?" the blonde asks, eager to help her sister out. "She said that she would take care of it this time...but she's gonna be coming around at random times to make sure it doesn't happen again." Ruby explains, letting her head fall down onto the table with a loud thunk. "I hate my life..." she groans. "Hey~ Buck up! Accidents happen! Besides, Weiss doesn't have any right to be on a high horse herself. She wet herself too!" She says. Blake looks up and makes a gesture that Yang should keep her voice down, lest someone hear. "Yah, but Weiss didn't pee on anybody else..." Ruby says, her voice muffled by the table. "She'll get over it. Don't worry sis." Yang says, still doing her best to be encouraging. Ruby made no reply. "Aren't you going to eat? You'll need your strength." Blake says, trying to encourage Ruby as well, albeit in a far less direct way. Ruby shakes her head, or rather, rolls her head back and forth with her forehead still pressed into the table. "I'm not hungry." "Come on Ruby!" Yang says, "We have combat training for the rest of the day! What if you get picked to fight?" Yang says, placing an unopened cup of applesauce on her sister's head, mostly to be silly, but also trying to get her to take it. "Please. I wont get called. Goodwitch never calls me out to fight." she says. It was true. She rarely got called in to spar in their combat classes. Not even against someone like Jaune. Giving up, the other two present members of Team RWBY resigned themselves to eating their lunch. When the bell rang, all three girls got up, disposed of their garbage and trays, and walked to combat class together. They sat where they usually did, and Weiss, as she made a habit of doing today, took a seat far away from the rest of her teammates. Looking over, Ruby tried to lock eyes with Weiss to try and apologize as best as she could non-verbally, but the heiress was making it all too difficult by glaring directly ahead, down into the sparing area. Apparently, if Jaune could be believed, Weiss intended to keep up this behavior for a while, as she had already cleared it with them to let her sleep over there, on the floor of all places. Ruby took that to mean that Weiss was particularly livid, furious enough to forsake a bed, which she likely hated doing as well. Ruby sighed and propped her head up in her hands, watching as Goodwitch prepared Ren and another student Ruby had not yet met for a match. The rest of the day took the standard course one might expect. As Ruby thought, she was not called to spar during their session, though halfway through, she did find herself growing hungry. After a stop at the cafeteria, she headed back to her dorm, where she passed the time for the rest of the day listening to music and reading from her "Guns" Magazine. To her surprise, somehow MIss Goodwitch had organized the replacement of her ruined bed while the school day was going on, and without anybody noticing. Changing into her pajamas right away, Ruby made herself comfy for the rest of the evening, putting her headphones on, wanting to shut out the world for a little bit, and bury her thoughts in her magazine. The day slowly turned to night, and Team RWBY began to wind down into the late hours of the night. Weiss had only returned to the dorm momentarily that evening to grab a change of clothes and a book, shooting Ruby yet another nasty glare, that made the red-clad girl feel terrible for what they did. First one to sleep was Blake, and then Yang, leaving Ruby up all by herself. Once she finished her magazine, she contented herself to staring out the window for a while, not too eager to go back to sleep. She knew that she hadn't wet the bed in years prior to last nights incident, but a tiny part of her was afraid it might happen again, like maybe now that she had done it once, her body would assume that it would be okay for her to do it again. She wanted to put it off as long as she could, but eventually, around midnight, she had to face the fact that she had school in the morning, and was tired. Shutting off the light, Ruby got under the covers and pulled her sleep mask down, shutting her eyes and soon drifting off into sleep. (Warning! The following section contains graphic imagery, explicit depictions of torture and inappropriate themes. If you read the previous chapter, you know the drill by now. If you do not want to read Ruby's nightmare, continue on until you see the section marked "End Nightmare Sequence" Sorry if this breaks any rules.) -- Ruby slowly opened her eyes, opening them up to complete darkness. Blinking a few times to get them to adjust to the lack of light, she found that she was kneeling on the floor of a very small concrete room. Confused, she tried to get up, only to fall back down on her butt, pulled back down by rattling chains that held her hands and feet to a wall behind her. Looking down, finding the floor oddly cold on her rear, she blushed as she saw herself rendered in only a pair of white panties with red stars on them. No bra, no pajamas, only the panties that she had on when she went to bed. "Cute underwear...." Looking up, Ruby locked eyes with...Weiss..,only it wasn't Weiss. The girl before her sounded like Weiss, and looked like Weiss, but there was something distinctly...off...about her. Nevertheless, it was hard to see in the light, and Ruby wasn't willing to stay like this any longer. "Weiss! Thank God your here! Who did this to me?" she asks, looking up at the girl, thrashing against her restraints. "I did, stupid." Weiss spits back, a grin on her face. Ruby's moth hung open in shock and confusion. "Y...you? Why!?" she asks, thrashing her arms once more, trying to feel out the chains for any weaknesses or loose bolts holding it to the wall. "Why? This is what happens to people who cross the Schnees..." she answers back, stepping forward. As the heiress moved forward, Ruby's chains drew back, pulling her back to her knees, bringing her ankles towards the wall, her arms and hands back in the same manner, holding them tight. She twitched and thrashed about. "Weiss! C'mon! We're friends!" She pleads, tears starting to come to her eyes. As the Heiress got close enough for Ruby to see her, she realized what was off about the girl. She looked emaciated, thin beyond reason, barely skin and bones, and her skin had this weird blue-greyish tint to it. A lot of her hair had thinned and fallen out, and the end of her ponytail was frayed and unkempt. She had her eyes closed, and this weird, too-wide grin on her face. One of her hands was behind her back, the other gently reached out to Ruby. "Weiss! What happened to you!?" "I'm allergic Ruby....when you peed on me, you set off an allergic reaction...I'm dying...and I want you to come with me." ".......what?" Ruby didn't really know what to say to that answer, believing it to be absolutely ludicrous. "Don't act so surprised...after all, you didn't think I was one of you did you..." The heiress opened her eyelids, revealing sickening-looking black orbs, like the eyes of some kind of insect. Ruby felt her stomach churn just looking at it. "What's wrong with your eyes!" she screeches, leaning away from Weiss' hand as her fingers began to twitch, and blood began to pool under the heiress' fingernails. The girl's smile only widened. "Oh...there's nothing wrong with mine...this is how they always are....so, lets get down to it...how should I make you pay first...?" she asks. She brought her hand out from behind her back, revealing that she had been holding Myrtenaster this whole time...though like herself, it wasn't quite the weapon of the girl Ruby knew. This version looked rusted and worn, sharpened to have an edge rather than a solid point, making it more of a cutlass than a rapier. The Chamber was missing, and in its place was what looked to be a glass container full of bones. Ruby thought of herself as brave most of the time...but this was beginning to scare her to her very core. "I-If this is some kind of payback! Please! I'm Sorry! Enough is Enough!" She says, tears leaking from her eyes. Weiss didn't respond to her pleas, only brought Myrtenaster closer to the girl's legs. Without any warning, chains fired off from the side walls, and shackles locked around her bare thighs, pinching her skin and making blood run down her legs. The sight was enough to make the girl not even notice how she didn't feel any pain, or how her aura didn't protect her. "Weiss stop! I'm sorry! Really! Just let me go!" She pleads, fully crying now. The white haired girl snaps her fingers, and the chains pull back, spreading Ruby's knees and thighs apart. Then, she put Myrtenaster between Ruby's thighs, putting the cold metal edge just above the shackle, pressing it into Ruby's skin. Not hard enough to cut, but enough to push the flesh of her leg in. "Maybe I make it so you can't harm my kind ever again?" she asks, bringing Myrtenaster slowly up her leg. Ruby, realizing what this...thing, intended to do, began to have a panic attack. She tried thrashing about, but the chains were holding her tight in place. "Please no! Not that! Don't! Please!" She screams. Weiss didn't listen, only brought Myrtenaster up and up until it was at the leg hole of Ruby's panties. The girl was shaking and crying in hysterics at this point. The white haired heiress dropped Myrtenaster's blade to the ground with a loud clang, and whipped it up between Ruby's legs, stopping mere centimeters away from the girl's crotch, hovering over her most sensitive area, the blade shaking a bit with the sudden stop. Tensing up at the movement, watching the girl's hand come up, Ruby froze with a gasp, shutting her eyes tight, waiting for pain...and loosing control of her bladder. She could feel the crotch of her panties growing hot and wet, urine slipping down her most sensitive area as she wet herself in fear. Her panties quickly became soaked in the front, with the wet spot quickly crawling up the back of her panties, getting her butt warm and wet as well, all the way up to the waistband. She could feel her pee spreading down the back of her thighs, and even wetting her back...but she was too scared to even notice the irregular movement of her urine. "Aw...I made someone have a little accident...." Weiss taunts, flipping Myrtenaster over and pressing the back edge of it into Ruby's crotch. The girl squealed, her face growing bright red, as she peed on the weapon, ignoring the cold metal on her most sensitive parts. Once Ruby finished wetting herself, the nightmare version of Weiss brought the weapon away and tossed it on the ground, grinning ear to ear...literally, her mouth stretched from ear to ear in a disgusting, grotesque display. "Now that I've emptied you of that poison...you can help me restore my life..." Opening her eyes, Ruby looked up, and felt her stomach twisting again. She watched in shock as, like some kind of Reptile, Weiss' bottom jaw unhinged, and dropped open, her top jaw stretching out tall as well, showing only a black void between her two jaws. "y...your gonna..no...NO!" Ruby screams, trying with all her might to thrash and free herself from these chains. When it looked like the Heiress's jaw had reached it's limit, the girl reached up with her bony fingers, grabbed her head by the upper and lower jaws, and with a sickening snapping noise, pulled them even wider apart, to the point where her skin had stretched out to a thin, white film, and her jaw was now hanging in front of her chest. "No! No! No!" Ruby continued to scream as the Horror came closer and closer, and slowly slipped it's mouth over the top of Ruby's head. The younger girl screamed bloody murder, crying and shaking, crying for help at the top of her lungs. She couldn't see anything once the heiress' mouth had passed over her eyes...black nothingness...Ruby had been eaten alive. -- (End Nightmare Sequence) Ruby let out a blood-curdling scream as she bolted up in bed. Her arms were free to move, and, in a state of hysterics and fear, she was swinging her arms around her, trying to feel something. Everything around her was pitch black, and she began to hear rushed noises, loud booms that sounded like people stomping up to her. "Get away!" She screams. She was physically shaking, tears streaming from her eyes, cold sweat dripping down her skin. She feels someone grab her, and screams again. "RUBY! WHAT'S WRONG! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" It was Yang's voice. Shaking, and quieting down, Ruby reached out towards whatever was holding her, grabbing something squishy and warm. As she grabbed it, Yang's voice squealed and she was let go of, her hand smacked. "Of yourself! Not me! What's gotten into you!?" Ruby looked around, and it slowly dawned on her what had happened. Reaching up to her head, she pulled her sleep mask off, facing Yang at her bedside, who was covering her chest, looking confused, a bit angry, but most of all worried and scared. As Ruby's eyes came into view, and her sister saw the red, puffy state of them as they continued to pour out tears, and Ruby fought back choked off sobs. Blake was over at the door to the dorm, talking with their neighbors that had come running when they heard screaming, thankfully keeping the door partly closed so they couldn't see in. And Ruby was eternally grateful for that, because once she had come to her senses, she realized that under the covers, she felt hot, sticky, and wet. Looking down, it was obvious what she had done. A large dark spot showed on the red blanket on top of Ruby. Lifting it up, she saw that her pajama pants were soaked through, as were her panties, both white, both having been made see through. Her sheets bellowed her fared no better. Seeing it put Ruby over the edge and she began sobbing where she sat, still shaking and sweating bullets. "Ruby. Talk to me." Yang says, putting her hand to Ruby's forehead, suspecting the girl might have had a fever, but finding no evidence of sickness. The girl only continued crying and crying, and it wasn't until Blake finally managed to send off the worried neighbors that she could pull herself together enough to explain. "Ruby..." Yang says again, rubbing the girl's back, trying to coax her into talking. "W-...Weiss...." "Weiss? What about Weiss..." "I...I *hic* I dreamed...*sniffle* sh..she...she tried to cut me...she was mad I peed on her...she..*sniffle* she said I made her start dying..then..then she...*hic* she..." Yang was obviously pissed, and had heard enough. Whirling around on her heels, she stomped out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her. Blake watched for a moment, then took up the duty of comforting Ruby. Walking over to Ruby's bedside, she rubbed the younger girl's back like Yang had done, looking a bit uncomfortable about doing it. "Look...this is twice...maybe you should see a doctor or something..." she says, not really knowing what advice to give. It didn't really help Ruby feel better, but it gave her something to think about. Maybe Blake was right. "I-In any case...you should get cleaned up..." Blake continues. Ruby sniffles a bit more and slowly crawls out of bed. Looking down at Weiss' bed, she was relieved to find she had not wet enough to soak this mattress through. Without much else to do, she grabs a change of pajamas and heads into the bathroom to shower. It took about ten minutes of scrubbing for Ruby to even begin to feel clean again. During most of that time, Ruby was trying to choke back sobs and keep herself from breaking into tears again. It was a huge hit to what fragile amounts of pride she had to wet her bed twice in one year, let alone back to back in the same week. And that dream left her petrified, and still had her scared. It had all seemed so real, and so terrifying, but she scolded herself for thinking Weiss could ever do that to her. As she was lost in thought, she didn't even notice the sound of the door to the bathroom opening. "Ruby?" The small girl practically jumped out of her skin when she heard someone call her name. But she was even more shocked to recognize who the voice belonged to. It was Weiss. "Y...Yeah?" Ruby asks, expecting to be yelled at more. "....Are you okay....Yang told me about your dream?" Weiss sounded dejected, guilty even. It was yet another shock for Ruby. "Uhm....yeah...I think I'm alright..." she responds, pushing her fingertips together out of nervous habit as she usually did. She could wear Weiss' feet padding against the tile floor of the bathroom as the girl tapped her feet in nervousness. It was obvious Weiss was uncomfortable. "Okay.....I just wanted to say I'm sorry..." she says. The words were music to Ruby's ears. The girl couldn't help herself. She popped her head out from behind the shower curtain, looking Weiss in the eye. "Really!? Your not mad!" The girl turned bright red, whether out of embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell. "Of course I'm still mad! You peed on me!" She says, before clearing her throat, calming herself, and continuing, "But....I took it a little too far...sorry...I was already upset...but I'm washed off now and it's been a while...so I'm going to try and put it behind me..." Ruby felt herself smile for the first time in a good while. "thank you Weiss." The white haired girl nods and exits the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Newly renewed, Ruby finishes up her shower and gets dressed, suddenly not feeling so bad. Of course, that didn't last long. As she walked out of the bathroom, dressed in fresh pajamas, soiled clothes in hand, she was greeted with the sight of Miss Goodwitch in their dorm, examining Ruby's bed. and there she stood, holding further evidence of her accident. The woman looked over and locked eyes with Ruby, speaking up before the smaller girl even had a chance to think. "I was called down here because some other teams heard screaming...it was good I came...I see you've already broken our deal...see me in my office tomorrow..." she says, glaring at the girl, before making a swift exit. Ruby's heart sank. "aw man...." she mutters, looking down, before trudging over to the clothes hamper and putting her sodden outfit in. Yang walked behind her sister and patted her on the back. "Come on...sleep with me again tonight..." Weiss had already crawled back into her own bed and was pretending to be asleep to avoid more awkward situations, and Blake was trying to read to put herself to sleep again. Ruby nods, and walks over to Yang's bed with her, both of them crawling in, sleeping with their backs to one another. Ruby suspected her troubles were only beginning...
  15. xinycep

    Female Trapped

    Contains female desperation and wetting. Please do not repost without permission. My dad turned around and called back to us. "Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind." I smiled up at Jake. "See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it." We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother. Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty contentious point between my parents and I. When Jenna was 17 she had fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting pregnant right before graduation. That shook my parents pretty badly (premarital sex was against their religion), but when she told them she was getting an abortion, they totally snapped. My parents were bound and determined that I wouldn't end up like Jenna. As I grew up their overbearing attitude grew more and more intense; now I was just a few months younger than she had been, and they were worse than ever when it came to boys. Jake and I had met at the beginning of the summer while helping out at a church lunch for the elderly members of the congregation. We had hit it off really well over the past few months. I was pretty sure the only reason my parents allowed us to be together was because he went to our church, and it helped a lot that our parents got along well too. My mom was not at all thrilled when she learned that Jake's family had signed up for the church's annual family camping trip too, and even less thrilled to learn that our campsites were right next to each other. She would have tried to pull some strings to get the sites reassigned if Jake's parents hadn't found out about it first and gushed to my mom about how excited they were that we would be located right next to each other. As Jake and I caught up with the others, I saw Jake's brother finish off the last of a water bottle, which reminded me that I was pretty thirsty from the long hike. "Is there anymore water?" I asked. "Sorry honey, Joe just finished the last bottle," my mom responded. I licked my dry lips. "Are we almost back?" "Should be about...," she paused to look at her watch, "20 more minutes I think." "OK, that's not too bad I guess." ---- My lips were cracked and my mouth tasted of dust when we finally made it back to our camp, 40 minutes later. The sun had shone intensely on us the whole way back, and there hadn't been a single drop of water left. I really didn't want to deal with a headache from dehydration, so I headed straight to the drink coolers to grab a coke. Drink in hand, I headed over to a shaded area of the campsite and sat down in a camp chair next to Jake. We sat talking idly while my parents worked on preparing dinner. An hour and three cokes later, and I felt confident that I had successfully warded off any ill effects from the hike; I did have to pee pretty badly though - since the camp's bathrooms were a few minutes walk away, I tended to put off going a bit longer than usual. "Dinner in five!" my mom called over to us. I stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll catch you after dinner," I told Jake. ---- After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dishes while my dad started building up a fire in the firepit. "Honey, why don't you run over to Jake's and see if his family wants to join us around the fire for some hot chocolate?" my mom requested. "Sure," I responded, drying off my hands and heading off through the thin line of underbrush separating the camp sites. Oddly, Jake's camp site seemed to be deserted. The food from their dinner had already been cleaned off their table and his parents' minivan wasn't parked on the car pad anymore. I wandered over to Jake's tent and saw that the tent's zipper lay partially open. "Jake?" I called out, sticking my head into the tent. Jake looked up in surprise from a book he lay reading. "Oh hey, Emily, come in." I crawled into the tent on hands and knees and plopped down next to him. "No one can see us here can they," he asked rhetorically as he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Ha, true, but that's not why I'm here. Where is everyone?" I asked. "My brother felt pretty sick after the hike so my parents took him into town to stay at a hotel for the night." He leaned closer and I felt his warm lips nudging against my cheek, "That means I'll have the tent to myself tonight." I stuck my tongue out at him as his cool fingers grazed the skin under my t-shirt. His hands had started to creep up my stomach when I heard my mom call out. "EMILL-EEE! Where'd you go?" I sighed, "Do you want to come over to our fire for hot chocolate?" "Sure, sounds like fun" I scrambled out of the tent, adjusted my shirt and called back, "Yeah mom! I'm on my way now!" We sat around the fire sipping on hot chocolate until Jake's parents got back. They joined us around the fire, but by that time it was starting to get pretty late. Hoping to encourage my parents to head to bed early, I stood up from my camp chair and yawned. "I'm pretty exhausted from our hike, I think I'm going to head over to the bathrooms and then go to bed early tonight." Jake stood up as well, "Me too, I'll come along with you." "OK, just don't take too long you two," my mom cautioned. I walked over to my tent and grabbed my toothbrush, a washcloth, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, a brush and my pajamas. Jake was already standing outside my tent by the time I got back out. "How did you get your stuff so fast?" He held up a toothbrush in one hand and spread the fingers on his other to show it was empty, "I don't bring a whole bathroom with me when I go camping." "It's just cause I'm taking a shower," I said, giving him a pretend pouting face. Jake placed his arm around my shoulder and we walked together in silence along the dimly lit roadway to the campground's restrooms. Outside the building he gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "See you soon," he said as we headed to opposite ends of the structure. "I'll be a while, you don't need to wait," I called out after him. Stripping off my clothes, filthy from the dirt of the trails, felt wonderous. The shower's warm water rehydrated my skin and released the tension from my tired muscles. After finishing with my shower, I slipped on a fancy pair of black panties. These were my special panties; the only piece of my clothing that my parents didn't know I owned, and the only piece I painstakingly washed by hand and air dried in my closet overnight. On top of them I pulled on some pink fleece pajamas and a white t-shirt. I walked back to the campsite alone, and retired to my tent for the night. I lay awake listening to my parents and Jake's parents talking around the campfire. Eventually the voices fell quiet and I heard the thud of car doors as they prepared for bed. After laying still for another 15-20 minutes to give them ample time to fall asleep, I peaked out of the tent to make sure the coast was clear. The fire smoldered dimly and all of the chairs around it were empty. A slight urge to pee tugged at my bladder as I left my tent, but I didn't plan to be at Jake's site for long, and I didn't want to have to walk all the way to the restrooms right now. I carefully made my way over to Jake's tent, treading as quietly as I could over the gravel and broken twigs on the ground. Jake lay waiting for me when I crawled into his tent. I snuggled against him, and he wasted no time in getting down to business. I slid one fleece-covered leg between his, and he started lightly massaging my chest through my thin shirt as we kissed. Soon I started rubbing my leg against his package and was rewarded with a moan as he squeezed his legs tightly around mine. I felt his hands slip away from my breasts and drop lower; fingers hooked under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and I felt the fabric start sliding down my navel. The waistband of my pajamas had reached my knees when suddenly a chilling sound rang out in the night air. thud thud.. thud I jolted in surprise at the sound of car doors closing. Low voices carried through the night air and into the tent shortly afterwards. "Shit, I guess they weren't in bed after all," Jake noted. Sitting up, I pulled up my pajamas and scooted over to the tent's zipper. Silently I raised it a few inches. Through the slit I saw my dad throwing wood onto the dwindling fire, while my mom and Jake's parents took seats around the fire and opened up beers. Suddenly feeling trapped and somewhat claustrophobic, I look back over my shoulder at Jake. "Looks like they'll be here awhile..." Jake, apparently not seeing any problem with that, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him. "Guess we'll just have to snuggle a while," he said, pressing his lips against my cheek. I made it clear that I didn't want to mess around much anymore; the thought of my parents finding us weighed too heavily on my mind. I didn't want to think about what would happen if they decided to check on me in my tent before they went to bed. I slid into his sleeping bag and we lay there for a while, just cuddling together and listening to the hum of voices from outside. I have no idea how quickly time passed while we lay there. After a while, I couldn't think of anything except needing to pee. It felt like an eternity had passed, but still I could hear voices from the campfire. I didn't want to make my situation obvious, but eventually I had no choice. I tried to discretely shift one of my hands from around Jake to between my legs, but no sooner had I done so when I felt Jake's hand press against mine and rub it against my panties. "Jake!" I hissed, pushing his hand away. "Whoa, sorry," he responded, in obvious surprise. "I have to pee. Really bad." I told him flatly as I felt my face grow flush in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I thought... nevermind," he said. I knew what he had thought, but I definitely wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment. "I have a plastic bag in my suitcase, you know, if you end up needing that," he offered. I tried to laugh off his suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. They can't be up that much later." I decided to simply push my need to go as far back in my mind as I could. I lay snuggling with Jake as the crackle of the fire mixed with the sound of our parents talking. ~~~~ Our van stood still, completely stuck in the traffic jam. I sat on the bench seat in the back, knees locked together and hands thrust between my legs. "Mommm, Emily has to pee," my little brother told my parents in front. My mom looked back at me, "do you have to go Emily?" Annoyed, I tried to sit still, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help but bob up and down on the seat. "No mom, not that badly, I can wait," I lied; in truth, I was on the verge of losing control completely. "I'm just a little cold I said," as I reached into the back and pulled a blanket over myself. Even under the blanket I was hopping up and down on the seat. They were all staring at me. And then it happened, I just couldn't hold on any longer. I pressed my butt hard against the seat as I started to wet myself. I stopped bobbing and sat still. They were all still staring at me. I looked out the window, and suddenly the traffic had cleared. "I can pull over now Emily, do you still need a rest stop?" my dad asked. "No, I'm fine," I replied, looking away from his face as I answered; even though I was covered by the blanket, they obviously knew what had happened. "Are you sure you don't need to go pee-pee Emily? I can pull over now," my dad asked again. "No, I don't have to pee," I said, annoyed at him for treating me like a child. To my horror, my brother reached over and started to pull back the blanket that covered my lap. ~~~~ I woke up suddenly in a hot sweat. I jabbed a hand between my legs, but to my relief I was dry. Boy did I ever need to pee I thought as I drifted back to sleep. ~~~~ I stood outside the camp's bathroom facilities pushing against the door to the women's room, but it wouldn't budge. I was desperate to pee. "Why is the door locked!" I screamed. In desperation I ran around to the men's side. Thankfully the door opened, but Jake was standing inside. "Hi Emily!" he greeted me. Embarrassed at being caught in the men's room I ran back out. ~~ I ran down a hiking path, trying desperately to find somewhere I could squat down and go, but the trails were busy today and other hikers kept walking past just as I was about to squat down. Eventually the other traffic cleared, and I settled down to pee in a small pile of leaves. Just as I started peeing, I heard more voices coming from around a bend in the path. I quickly pulled up my clothing. I stood by the side of the path and greeted the people nonchalantly as they walked past. When they were gone, I squatted down again. I peed for ages, but it didn't seem to be helping; I still had to pee. ~~ I was riding along in our family car, on the way to the campground. It felt like I had been holding myself for days, and I was really starting to get tired of it. I begged my dad to pull over, but when I looked in the drivers seat no one was there. The absurdity of riding down the highway without a driver at the wheel finally made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I wasn't going to play along with my mind's attempts to torture me any longer, so I started peeing defiantly in the seat. ~~ Now I was sitting at the picnic table eating dinner with Jake. I looked down at my pants and saw they were totally dry, but I still had to pee, so I did. I peed and peed and peed. I peed as hard as I could. And still it seemed to have no effect on my need to go. ~~ Then I was laying in a dark tent next to Jake, but I still had to go badly, so I peed again. I had more trouble getting started this time than before, but going felt much better now. The relief was almost orgasmic, so I pushed harder. A sudden burst of real pee leaving my urethra shocked me to full alertness. I stopped peeing immediately and wiggled my hand under my hip bone, afraid of what I would find. Although the sleeping bag was a little damp under my butt, it wasn't soaked. With my fingers I explored my panties; a wet trail, about an inch wide, ran down the back, but overall they were in OK shape. Actually peeing my pants, albeit only a very little, came as a bit of a shock, but drowsiness clouded my mind, and I thought I could still hear my parents outside, so I rolled over and did my best to ignore the urgency of my situation as I drifted back to sleep. ---- I awoke from a night of hell to a soft light penetrating the tent and the chirp of early morning birds in the trees overhead. I hadn't meant to stay the night with Jake, and what should have been a romantic evening had been ruined by my need to pee. It felt like I had spent the entire night dreaming of either peeing endlessly without relief or peeing my pants, but I hadn't woken up enough to actually get up and go to the bathroom. Now though, I had to get to the camp's outhouses ASAP; and I had to do it without being seen, or I'd be grounded the rest of the summer for sure. I managed to slip out of the sleeping bag without waking Jake up, then I crawled on hands and knees over to the tent's zipper. The movement awoke my - apparently dormant - bladder, and I recklessly unzipped the tent and stuck my head out in great haste. I was just about to run headlong out into the camp when I spotted my mom unloading food from the back of the car. I recoiled into the tent abruptly and slammed the zipper closed. Groaning, I lay down on my side next to Jake, not sure what to do next. I tried rolling onto my back to see if that would make it easier to hold, but it didn't. In fact, as soon as I was on my back I felt myself losing control. I quickly rolled back onto my side, but not before a small dribble came out. I rested my fingers tight against my crotch, feeling the wet spot on the fabric. Jake shifted next to me, and his elbow brushed against my stomach. I felt warmth against my fingers and a trickle running over my leg. I couldn't remember ever having been this desperate to pee before. I had never experienced being on the verge of wetting myself, but I knew I was there now. Technically I'd already wet myself, I mused; but I still hoped to get through the situation without anybody else knowing that. I shifted slightly, trying to drive my hand deeper into my crevice, but I felt renewed warmth against my hand and another trickle tickled my leg as I moved. My bladder was completely numb to the feeling; it felt so strange to know I was peeing, but at the same time not be able to actually feel myself going - it was almost an out of body experience. I had no time to delay now. Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jake's shoulder and whispered as loud as I dared, "Jake. Wake up, I need to pee, literally right now, I need to pee." Jake's eyes popped open, and he stared at me in momentary confusion. "Jake, my mom's outside the tent," that really got him alert, "I need you to distract her, or I'm literally going to pee right here, please." I tugged on his arm as he started to move. "Sure, no problem," he said as he crawled to the tent's opening. Initially he ran headlong into the tent wall, not realizing the door was still zipped, but he quickly corrected the mistake and got out. "Oh hey, Mrs. Hunter... ha yeah, I hadn't unzipped the tent far enough." "..." "Oh yeah, I slept well. Hey, do you think we could move the picnic table to the other side of the campfire for breakfast?" "..." "Great, could you give me a quick hand moving it?" "..." "Here, why don't you get this other side, the ground looks a bit rough on your side." I peaked out the tent door and saw my mom's back to me as she and Jake struggled to carry the heavy wood picnic table across the camp. Never had such a clear and golden opportunity presented itself to me. My bladder screamed for me to race straight to the bathrooms, but I knew I would never make it there before my mom turned around and saw me running down the road. To my body's angst I instead headed in the opposite direction, back towards my tent. At inhuman speed, I unzipped the tent and dove inside. I turned and glanced through the crack just in time to see them set down the picnic table. I felt distinctly damp between the legs now, so I grabbed a pair of spare panties, scrunched them up as small as I could in my hand, and then ran back out the tent. "Whoa, good morning dear," I heard my startled mother say as I bolted past. "Sorry mom, I gotta pee right now," I said, not even looking back. I ran down the road, but had to slow down after just a few yards - the jolting of a full out run was just too much to handle. I could feel an odd pulsing sensation in my abdomen, like my bladder was making an effort to push the urine out, only to be momentarily reined in again by sheer will power. A hundred yards from the bathroom I started to feel pee leaking out with every pulse. A little more dribbled out with every step. I knew I was actively peeing myself at this point, but I also realized that the faster I ran the faster I would be peeing. Walking slowly and steadily at this point represented my only hope. Every few steps, enough pee accumulated that a chilling drip ran down one leg or the other. With just a few yards to go I felt a sharp pain in my navel. I pressed my hand to the pain, but that proved to be a costly mistake. Immediately my bladder let go, and suddenly I was peeing myself hard enough to actually feel it through the numbness. My body ignored my brain's urgent commands to stop peeing, and I took off running towards the bathroom as an unrestrained stream ran down both legs. Thankfully the bathroom was deserted, and I immediately took the largest stall. My mind was totally on autopilot; so, purely out of habit, I turned around and stood there, still peeing into my pajamas, while I secured the door. Then I turned around, and pulled down my pajamas and panties - while still peeing - and sat down on the toilet to finish up the 3 or 4 seconds of pee that hadn't already gone onto the floor. I looked at the crumpled, but dry, panties in my hand. Then I looked at the soaked mess that were my pajama bottoms and the puddle of yellow on the floor of the stall. I didn't bother cleaning up much; I would need a lot more than just a pair of dry panties to fix this mess. I walked slowly back to the campsite, thinking carefully of a good cover story. My mom let out a gasp when she saw me, "Oh dear, did you...?" she asked as I walked into the site. "No, but it looks pretty bad," I said, trying to fake a convincing laugh. "There was a puddle in the bathroom from the showers, and I slipped on it when I was leaving," I lied. "Oh! Are you alright?" "Oh yeah, I'm fine," I replied, slipping past her and Jake and going back to my tent.