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  1. https://thisvid.com/videos/movie-fear-wetting/ Hello, this is the link of a private video of a fear wetting movie scene I was looking for from a long time. Anyone knows the title of the movie or just another way to have that clip?
  2. As much as I appreciate gushing, unconditional praise, I would also appreciate kind, patient, constructive criticism and suggestions to guide and improve my writing. ------- Chapter 1 It was a small waterfall that poured down the rock face, tall enough only to conceal a small cave behind that one could fit inside, if she didn’t mind getting wet. A pond pooled below it, letting out through a stream that gently turned this way and that, snaking past where the trees let allowed guests in these woods to see. It was a spot largely untouched by civilization, but the faintest of trails revealed that some knew of the retreat. Lightweight shoes sat in the shade as she danced; she much preferred the feel of the slightly wet grass on her bare feet as they stepped rhythmically, with purpose and repetition. A slender frame did little to reveal the poise and dexterity of a girl, no longer a child but short of her looming maturity, praising the Lord with her own personal temple near that waterfall. She adorned herself with a skirt of many cool colors suited to her movements, flaring and flashing about with blues and purples in complement of her dance. In the cool of the day, she enjoyed an apple before replacing her shoes and walking back down the faint path she has traveled from. Approaching a bridge, she was confronted by an impatient looking boy. His face scowled, partially veiled by his unkempt hair. “Parisa, you just about missed supper! Again!” “I’m sorry. I brought something to eat, so I’m okay!” “It’s not just about you having food, we’re supposed to be together! To have time as family to talk and bond and whatever else. And it’s Saturday! We eat with the others on Saturday! You know that! Do you realize how upset mom and dad get when you’re out like this?” “I’m sorry, Leonard. I’ll make it up to you.” “How? By dancing or something? Save it for someone who’d appreciate it, like Joshuel. Or maybe he’d like to hear your secret…” Parisa looked annoyed. “You wouldn’t!” “Maybe I would if it would keep you from worrying our parents. There are snakes and stuff out there!” “Alright! Alright! I’ll make sure not to be out alone so much!” And with that, she followed her younger brother over the bridge to a large building. Inside, she came to the table as a young man smiled at her, pulling out a seat. He was not as much older than her as Reuben, but he was a tall and a solidly-built man with short, disciplined hair. He appeared far different from her short, delicate body and long, untamed hair, save for being thrown into one massive ponytail, but she felt quite comfortable with him around. After grace, the three families seated at the large table began a simple meal of soup and plenty of bread. Besides the tall boy, Parisa sat with her parents and younger brother and sister. Two other families sat across the table. At the ends were two older men, one dressed cleanly like a religious figure and one quite a bit rougher looking. The former spoke to the rough man. “Br. Valdez, how have their martial arts come along this week?” “Reuben and Joshuel have progressed great as usual, but they’ve been butting heads a little lately.” The tall boy with Parisa, and a young man across the table from him, both lowered their heads somewhat with shame. “Leonard has been slowly picking up some of the techniques, making good progress.” Parisa’s brother held his head up high and spoke. “One day I’ll take over as head of the dojo!” Br. Valdez gave him a skeptical look. “I don’t mean to hurt your self-esteem or anything, but you’ll probably never be as ruthless as Reuben or hit as hard as Joshuel.” This time, Leonard looked down while the older boys smirked. The elder spoke again. “Yes. Reuben and Joshuel are like a dragon and a tiger. Parisa, it’s true that they’ve been teaching you some, isn’t it?” Before she could speak, Leonard interrupted. “She mostly plays with a long stick. She must want to be a pole dancer.” Valdez looked displeased with him. “Don’t make her embarrass you, Leo. You’re not showing a good attitude, as a disciple of the Savior OR a martial artist. Your belt is fixing to be white.” The boy was silent the rest of the evening as the elder spoke. “Sister Laberrè, how is sewing coming along?” “Very nicely. Leah is such a sweetie with helping Parisa and Tamar learn more advanced patterns.” The woman motioned to her daughter, a shy looking woman with braided hair. Brother Valdez then asked the elder, “Are they learnin’ much, Anderson?” “Parisa’s just about set to graduate, Leonard and Mia are doing fine. Luke and Jake struggle a little, but Leah sometimes tutors them. Jenna is doing well.” “Parisa’s graduating? Didn’t she have another year?” Elder Anderson smiled. “She’s progressed quite nicely, she’ll be ready by beginning of Spring.” The elder then turned to Parisa’s father. “Brother Pahlavi, how do things look in surrounding communities?” He looked somewhat grim. “Whatever’s behind the propaganda against us is intensifying their efforts. Tract after tract telling things that aren’t true or are missing context. ‘Deseret cult losing children to burnt sacrifices.’ ‘priests consume man’s blood in gruesome ritual.’ It’s not only affecting how others respond to our message, but to us personally.” Elder Anderson closed his eyes for a moment or two, perhaps even a couple of minutes, before speaking again. “Well… I think I’ll have a solution for that tomorrow. I’ll go over it during Sunday School.” Dinner continued without real surprise or devation. With the stars shining clearly outside, the close knit people of Deseret prepared for sleep. Parisa was visiting with Joshuel before going home to her bed, the two alone in his room. It was a small room on the second floor, above the dojo. “So you’re not leaving? That’s what most of the older people have done.” “No, I like it here. All I want is to keep training under Br. Valdez and learning about power from Elder Anderson. “Power? You mean the Gospel?” “Yes, power. He talks about Priesthood power, and authority from God. If I had enough power, I could live out peacefully doing whatever I want indefinitely. Hitting things and moving heavy things will only give me so much power.” “Hm… I don’t know if I’m that interested in power, but the scriptures keep telling me I need to love not just other people, but everything.” She was startled by loud, sudden snorting in the room next door. The two chuckled some. “Even Br. Valdez’s snoring?” “I guess so, yeah.” “What about if you get hurt, or sick?” “Well, I don’t know…” After a moment of silence together, they stood up. “Parisa… You’re going to be sixteen in a few weeks.” “Y-yeah…” Both wanting to speak, neither speaking any further, they looked into each other. Parisa felt her heart beating faster. She began to feel wet in her groin. She registered it only as it trickled down her leg some, prompting her to hide it by pressing her legs together. The two broke it off before getting anymore heated, bidding good night as Parisa walked down the stairs and outside. She left partly out of decency, but partly because she realized she had peed in her panties. In the dark, she was stopped by a boy closer to her age. “You were visiting Joshuel at night again?” “Oh! Saul! Yes, I was. Why are you out here?” Thankfully, he probably couldn’t see what she had done due to the dark. “Well… We’re both gonna be sixteen soon, um… Wi-will you marry me?” She wasn’t surprised; Reuben’s younger brother had shown interest in her for as long as she could remember. “I-I know you spend a lot of time with Joshuel, but, um, we’ve known each other for a long time and he just popped up one day. So if, uh, you aren’t sure about him…” She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. “Saul, you’ve been a good friend to me. I’ll need to think about your offer, okay?” He smiled a little and nodded, running back to his house. In her room, Parisa removed the dandelion-adorned barette and let down her hair, brushing it out before closing her door. Quietly, she pulled out a bag from under her bed. Inside was a package, resembling that of baby diapers. Instead of a baby, however, they depicted a young teenage girl sleeping. She pulled out one sized for her nearly-adolescent hips and set it open on the bed before pulling off her skirt, her wet maillot, wet leggings, and wet panties. She laid on the diaper, securing it to herself with an expertise and efficiency suggesting years of experience, then quickly hid the remaining briefs under her bed. Her secret, aforementioned by her brother: She is nearly a sixteen year old bed-wetter. An unsolved stain on her grace and strength and a dancer, as well as her image as a nubile young woman. After finishing, she let her nightgown drape over her secret before going back out to clean her teeth. As her parents beckoned, she came to pray together as a family, as they did every night. In good spirits, they shuffled out of the room toward their own beds. Little Mia spoke out as they separated. “I don’t want to keep wearing diapers at night. I’m not a baby!” Their mother answered sympathetically. “Don’t worry Mia, you’ll grow out of it one day.” Parisa rolled her eyes. “‘One day’? You mean when I’m twenty-five or something? At this rate I’m gonna diaper my first baby at night while my husband diapers me!” “I know, I know, just give it time.” As everyone went to bed, the mother and father sat together on their bed. The father spoke up. “So when are you going to tell them?” “Tell them what?” She asked as she laid down on her back. Br. Pahlavi pulled out a package of diapers much like Parisa’s, and began to put one on his wife. “If there is a ‘one day’, it hasn’t come for you yet.” “My mother, my sisters, me, my daughters… What’s with the girls in my family?” She asked to no one in particular. In another home, Saul was on the floor, hammering out pushups as Reid watched impatiently. “You’re just going to keep yourself awake. Give it up! You can’t beat Joshuel. Give Mia a few years, she looks a lot like Parisa did at her age.” “I… Can’t… Give… Up!” Saul let himself lay face-down, breathing heavily. “What does he have that I don’t, anyway?” “Well, he’s not even twenty but he’s the tallest guy here. He’s probably going to squat four digits one day. He isn’t awkward or overbearing like you are.” “Isn’t awkward? Do you even remember what he was like? What was it, two years now? Three? He was just there, sitting in the woods like an idiot.” “Yeah, he almost knocked out Br. Valdez. Yohan had to do some weird exorcism and he was just fine.” “But he was weird! Why does she like him?” “I know, Saul. You feel like he isn’t ‘one of us’, right? There’s something wrong with him, something different. He just popped in and took your girl.” “You feel the same, don’t you?” Reuben only pat his brother on the should before leaving him. Chapter 2 “Get up!” Parisa jumped up in bed as Sis. Pahlavi called to her. “We’re ready to go and you haven’t even gotten out of bed this whole time?! Are you fifteen or are you five?” The teen sprang into hurried action, throwing off her gown and stepping right into her Sunday dress. It took her not even a whole minute to get her hair right. The rest of her family was stepping out the door as she shoved some dry cereal into her mouth and drank it down with a cup of milk. It was halfway through their short walk, after calming down some, that she realized she was still wearing her wet diaper under her dress. She contemplated going back to change into panties, but decided not to upset her parents further. Every Sunday, the community met inside a meetinghouse, within which was a chapel. Parisa’s hair was down but neat, with only a sego lily tucked into the side. She had traded her white one-piece and showy skirt for a dress, with lace along the bottom to circle her legs. In fact, everyone was dressed with their best clothes-men and boys sporting button-up shirts with coats and long pants, while women and girls toted either bright dresses or conservative skirts. Each family sat in a separate pew, while Joshuel sat with Br. Valdez and a man with long, blond hair tied together. The service was straightforward; a hymn and a prayer as Elder Anderson presides. “We now have the opportunity, as we do each week on the Sabbath day, to partake of the sacrament in remembrance of our Lord and Savior. We follow His example, and wish to be with Him and like Him one our worldly trials are over.” After another hymn and prayer, the congregation took small morsels of bread and sips of water. Although the focus of this sacrament is on the Savior’s life and teachings, Parisa’s main focus was on the cool, clammy garment bunched under her bottom and between her legs. Instead of asking for forgiveness or help to love others, she was asking in her mind questions such as ‘Can anyone smell me?’, ‘How far forward can I bend before it’s seen?’, ‘I’m not the only teenage girl whose ever worn a diaper in church, am I?’, and ‘I didn’t pee when I woke up, I really need to go, and I can’t leave yet. Will it leak if I just pee right now?’ As the meeting ended, they left the chapel to different Sunday School classrooms. The men and boys attended one, while the women and girls another. As a bursting Parisa rounded the corner, Joshuel came from the other direction, and the two collided and apologized to one another. Parisa, however, was now flat on her bottom, quickly pulling her legs together to prevent a show, completely soaking an already wet diaper, in church, in front of her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure if it was her face or if she didn’t close her legs enough, but she must’ve revealed that something was up, because Joshuel asked her with concern, “Sorry again, is something wrong?” “Oh, uh… N-no, I’m fine, sorry.” She brushed down her dress, as if it weren’t already hanging down. “Hey, Elder Anderson said that he wants to see some of us after Church today.” “Okay. Did he say what it was about?” “He’d only say that it was a good opportunity.” After another hour or so, Elder Anderson met with Parisa, Joshuel, Reuben, and Leah in his office. Try as she might, Parisa could not avoid making the smallest “squorsh” noise as she sat down, though no one seemed to notice. “Well may youth, my fine youth, graduates of education, learners of skills, how is your day so far?” There were merely nods, and one or two quiet answers of ‘good’. “Now, do you remember the discussion we had last night? When it came to information going around about us that wasn’t true? What do you propose we do?” After some silent thought, Leah spoke up. “Shall we bake bread or cookies and take them to town?” Reuben joked next. “We find who’s writing it and break his fingers!” The elder tilted his glasses up. “I went to the Lord with this very question, and you know what He told me? He says it’s time for younger, less experienced, less stubborn, more dedicated ‘missionaries’ to carry His Spirit to them.” Leah looked worried. “What does that mean?” “It means that we’re going to prepare you to take the Gospel to Salem, to Alphus, and perhaps even more places. This, of course, is entirely dependent on your willingness to serve the Lord.” The four looked at one another. “I want you to think about it and pray about it this week. This coming Sunday, I want you to fast before giving it a final thought. If it seems like something you should do, come tell me.” Reuben spoke up, “So you’ve spent a lot of time helping to teach us and care for us. Like, you’ve helped build things and grow food and stuff. I get that. We owe you. But how can we trust you to just throw us out like this?” Anderson furrowed his brow in concern. “Reuben, I’m not throwing your out. Nothing like that. For starters, remember that I said it is all up to you. Furthermore, it’s not for me. Things around here will only be more work if you leave! This is to bring the blessings you’ve enjoyed to others in the world. Reuben seemed to calm down as he continued. “Not just to people who may investigate or join the Church, but to uplift other wards and branches. So I want you to consider it for yourselves, without just trusting what I’m telling you. Ask the Lord yourselves in prayer. Fair?” The four nodded. A little later in the day, Joshuel sat by a tree outside. In a meditative pose, he held a stone in his open hands. Leah wandered out toward him, a few large sticks in her arms. “Joshuel? Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” “That’s good. What are you doing?” “Well… In Sunday School, they talked about how God respects agency, and doesn’t force anyone to do anything. I was also told that ‘the most persuasive thing in the world is love...’ “Okay…” “… So, I figure if I can’t force this rock to move with my mind or my will, then maybe I can persuade it to move by helping it feel like I love it.” “That’s so smart!... Is it working?” “No, no it’s not.” Joshuel stood up and dropped the rock. “Are you gathering wood? I’ll help.” Reuben approached them. “Help? You talk to rocks-no, you think to rocks, and expect them to move. Thinking that you love sticks isn’t going to gather them up to burn. I’ll help you out, Leah.” Joshuel didn’t respond as the two walked further into the woods, following to help gather regardless. Leah looked about cautiously as they walked. “The path is overgrown…” “I don’t think anyone comes this way, anymore.” The canopy was getting thicker than in more familiar parts of the forest, contributing to the darkness of twilight setting in. The abundance of loose wood lying around was accompanied with an increasing uneasiness in the party. They could hear the chattering and sneaking of animals, likely cautious of their visitors. The three almost turned around when they found Parisa, looking off at nothing in particular. “Parisa? Do you see something?” “I feel something… Like, there’s something important near here. But I also feel anxious…” The boys became alert and put up their guard. They met low, animalistic eyes nearby. They stared at each other until Leah screamed. Looking to the side, they saw two wolves rush in from the side, while the one they had been watching rushed out from under the brush. Parisa had her pole with her and Reuben drew a sword. Leah took the longest stick she had been holding and held it up like a spear, though terrified. Still empty-handed, Joshuel looked to Parisa. “You feel confident with that?” “I-I think so, do you want it?” “No, keep it.” A wolf leaped at Leah. Without thinking about it, Reuben carved down its body in one motion. Another bit at him, but he held it at bay until Joshuel’s roundhouse knocked it back with an audible cracking sound. Josh then darted over to Parisa while Leah rushed up and plunged her stick into the broken beast’s face repeatedly, as hard as she could. Parisa kept out of the last wolf’s range, but was having trouble injuring it or scaring it away. She was able to put out its eyes, which make things easier for a moment. With a brave leap, it pulled her staff down and pounced her, throwing her onto her back. Immediately, Joshuel reached around the creature’s neck from behind and wrestled it off of her. He held it in one place until Reuben’s blade plunged through its heart, ending the threat. Joshuel helped Parisa up while Reuben calmed Leah down. “Reuben, my leg is bleeding, my leg…” Leah looked down to find where her leg was bleeding from, but found no blood. She had merely wet herself during her fright and exertion. Parisa dusted herself off while Reuben cleaned off his weapon. Having had enough for one day, they hurried back to the village. At her house, Parisa couldn’t find any notable injuries on herself or her friends, and they sat at a table with some fruit. “There IS something there! I could feel it! Like something was calling for me, beckoning me to discover it!” Leah looked at her skeptically. “Even so, it’s not safe to just wander out into the woods like that.” “Well, that’s where you all come in. I need some bodyguards to help me figure it out.” Reuben laughed. “What if we don’t?” “Then you’ll be letting a poor, delicate little girl at the mercy of cruel, loveless nature.” The man rolled his eyes. “Not even I can let that happen…” He almost joked. “But what’s our payment?” “Payment?” “Well, yeah. Bodyguards don’t work for free. What’s in it for us?” “Well… Ah… What do you charge?” “Two Senum, and that’s a discount.” “What?? I don’t have that!” Joshuel reassured her. “I’ll do it for a dance. A special one.” Parisa began to blush some, with Reuben and Leah listening. Leah added, “I’ll help if you make me a sheet of brownies.” Reuben gave a sigh. “… Eight pence. You’ve got to have that much.” Parisa looked at her friends and considered for a moment, twisting a bit of her hair around her finger. After some thought, she put her hand out. “Okay, we’re in. Tomorrow morning?” The others smiled and put their hands with hers, before they threw them up in a cheer.
  3. If I'm being completely honest here, I'll be scared too. Thanks to SDCharm for the art

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  4. This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
  5. Another fear wetting from HD Wetting https://hdwetting.com/scaring-ronica/
  6. 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".
  7. Fear Wetting Scene from the movie Kutty Srank https://thisvid.com/videos/fear-wetting-scene-from-the-movie-kutty-srank/ 5757401.mp4
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    Rarity: Pinkie Pie, you made Fluttershy pee herself! (hits her on the head with a newspaper) Fluttershy: (trembling nervously, and still peeing) Rarity: It’s all right, Fluttershy. I’ll get you cleaned up. Fluttershy: (feels a bit better as she finishes peeing and stands up) Pinkie Pie: Wow, she must have needed to go real bad! Fluttershy: (blushes) Rarity: (hits Pinkie with newspaper again and puts her arm around Fluttershy) Fluttershy: (is feeling a lot better now)
  9. Hello, i'm trying to do a fanfiction which is not a pokemon fanfict, i also remember you that i'm italian and my english grammar isn't perfect. Kira is a girl who have just turned 18 years old, after her party, she went for a walk in the woods. She didn't pee before but wasn't a problem. suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. A ghost came out of there. the girl was frightened, and actually a drop of pee came out. the ghost was scared like her and accidentally cursed her. When the girl woke up she was sitting in the bed of her new house with a note in her hand. "sorry if I scared you, I also cursed you by mistake. now you are incontinent until you turn 25." This is awful for the girl. considering that he will have to live with this curse for another 7 years. Then Kira remembered that she had to pee when she met the ghost. She look down and she noticed she peed herself. She changes quickly, but she had to pee again, so she ran to the bathroom. but when he got there I found a terrible surprise. she had just moved and the bathroom still didn't work. his urge to pee increased and he decided to go to the garden. Unfortunately the neighbor was out at the time the neighbor turned on the sprinklers and at that point the pressure was unbearable. She was able to get back into the house just before letting go of her pee. it was a warm and welcoming feeling. She menaged to change herself, but she immediately feel like she have to go again. She look out her window and her neighbor wasn’t outside and the sprinklers was turned off. Kira went in her garden and peed in a bush. For a while, she didn’t have to pee anymore, so she clean the pee that was in her house and call a plumber to repair her bathroom. After all this, she can finnaly pee in a normal place. But this is not the last time she will wet herself… To be continued…
  10. She really needs to remember to go to the toilet BEFORE fighting scary monsters.

    © Goblin Slayer

  11. I guess she isn’t the world’s strongest woman after all.

    © Street Fighter

  12. From the album: MLP and EqG wetting and messing edits

    Fluttershy got so nervous about performing onstage that she pooped her pants. She was eventually able to get it together and perform, but had to do so in messy pants, which was very unpleasant.
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    Fluttershy got a little too scared and peed her wetsuit. Good thing she does this on a regular basis.
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    Poor Fluttershy couldn’t get over her stage fright and ended up peeing herself in the middle of the spotlight. It was embarrassing, but she got over it.
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    When Applejack accidentally lifted Rarity too high with her newfound strength, Rarity was so scared she couldn’t help but pee herself.
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    Rarity was so frightened by a campfire story that she wet herself.
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    Was Rainbow Dash walking awkwardly after the roller coaster because of dizziness, or was it because she wet her pants on the coaster?
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    When Twilight and Sunset were startled in the forest, they couldn’t help but wet their shorts. They were a little embarrassed but got over it, it wasn’t a big deal to them, even though they had to stay in their wet shorts until they dried. Besides, it happened to Fluttershy more times than they could count.
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    Twilight was so startled by the boat crashing that she wet her shorts. After they had dried from her first wetting (but still smelled like pee). Sunset did her best to comfort her.
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    Twilight was so freaked out by the objects levitating that she peed in her shorts again. She barely noticed as she was more worried about Midnight Sparkle, while Sunset initially thought she wet herself from excitement.
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    While thinking about Midnight Sparkle, Twilight gets startled by something and wets her shorts.
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    Twilight wetting her shorts due to her sudden telekinetic powers freaking her out.
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    Upon learning that Twilight was in the Everfree Forest, Fluttershy hid in the log and wet her costume, before the birds took her into the forest.
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