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  1. Accident below and I will nest some, uh...preambles Long day. Was in 2 hours early and left 2 hours late. I woke up SUPER horny, like... dry humping with my hand in my robe, horny. Came 2x in the shower and that pretty much set the tone for the day. I even wore something I DONT LIKE in the hopes that I wouldn't turn myself on and would get some work done. Anybody else get so turned on by yourself sometimes that you're your OWN distraction? Yeah. No no. Me neither. Super duper deadline. So much water and caffeine today. Two 20oz cups AND a late espresso. And 14!! cups of water. All by 4pm. Might be a new record for me time wise. Hmmmmm. I DID have something much more theatrical or full body planned. But my bladder, she's a stern mistress. Oooof. I actually tried to turn around and go back, changing my mind, but forgot it was locked and didn't even have time to even try for the keys. And I cut my hand in the process! Doh! They can't all be winners. I'm heading down to AC for the rest of the week. A workcation if you will. I'll be alone most of the time so I'm hoping I can find some trouble outside. Though it CAN get sketch AF down there once it's dark off season. Don't worry! I am not reckless at night. I'm trained in self defense, carry mace and kubakan ...and I am the loudest motherfucker you will ever meet. My momma taught me RIGHT! I am writing this, hiding in my car, while masturbating. So, uh, I gotta go! Have funnnnnnn kiddies InShot_20211109_190223803.mp4 About 15 minutes before this. I really thought I had more time InShot_20211109_190734022.mp4
  2. I am exhausted and need to cum again and rinse off...but in a nut shell. But I wanted to share this at night. Left work early to go to the salon. I get a mani/pedi religiously every 2 weeks. I work hard and enjoy treating myself. One of my best GFs owns it and it's a really positive female environment. I enjoy being candid and affectionate here at the end of the week. Acting normal. Lol. I'm not normally good at small talk with women . But since quarantine either they are nicer or I'm more open bc I get so much out of these silly, affectionate, pampering moments. Hair and skin and nails are all so sensual. Had water, coffee and prosecco there.At this point in the day I have to go every 20 mins. Then dinner with coed friends- wine, water, these darling Lil whiskey can cocktails I discovered and delish food. I last used the bathroom at the salon when I left at 7 and managed to hold on through dinner. Dinner over and we head outside around 930. It got COLD out ( upper 30s on the coast), and there I was: no coat, this outfit, a full tummy and bladder. We all stood around saying bye then the BF and I drove a friend home. Next, back to my office to get my car back. That is a 40 minute drive. I warned him once on the interstate that we might need to pull over. We laughed as I had a hand up my dress, pushing the pee back in. We get to my office ( where I left my car that afternoon) and he tells me to go inside and use the bathroom. It's not normal to scan into the office at 1030 on a Friday night but I gave a lot of autonomy there and they don't mind when I do it. I told him "it's not as bad now, I can make it home". He told me I was nuts but laughed. I wanted an accident so bad and I was barely holding on. Especially once I got out of his car to get into mine. So cold! Made it worse. So, away we go. I knew I'd get ONE chance, if at all. He was driving in front of me. My brain was raving as to how to get away without it. If he saw me he would get suspicious of SOMETHING. So,I let a few cars get between us over a couple miles. And well, the rest is obvious. My bladder decided what was going to happen. As it should.I lucked out. A seasonal beach park I've never been to didn't have the gate up yet. **AND GUYS** THE STEAM! The omo gods smiled on us tonight. I couldn't have PLANNED that. I keep watching the end just to watch the steam billow InShot_20211106_000901818.mp4
  3. 2nd stab at this writing thing ...I wrote out a fecking novel earlier and then accidentally deleted it. Argh! Years back, before I knew how much I liked this omo thing or thought I only liked it but for the wrong reasons...I had an accident. Took the train into NYC w a great girlfriend, Peg. We are the same age but look nothing alike. In heels I am a chonky 6'0 tall pale blonde amazon built like a brick shit house and she is 5'0 tall on a good day with cropped dark hair, olive skin, big inky black eyes, a small almost boyish body and tons of tattoos. She is my "smart " friend. The one I go to debate religion and philosophy and politics and love over too much wine late at night. But not that day. Kids that grew up in the tri-state area KNOW that if you take the train to the city you pre party. So we each had a Dr. Pepper spiked with dark rum and a 20oz bottle of water. Typically, she did not drink her water while I gulped them both down. I am pretty much ALWAYS gonna say yes to something to wet my whistle. This is not omo related, I've always been this way. However, it is one of the things about me that I think made this kink take hold- how often I'm just hydrated to the gills ALWAYS.If I have less than 3L in a day I can feel it in mah bones! But, I digress... So we took the train into the city one mild early May Saturday night. I wore dark jeans, a slightly rumpled white men's Oxford tucked in with the collar popped and the buttons undone showing my bright red lacey bra and a pair of bright electric blue suede mid heel pumps. Delicate gold jewelry, a high ponytail and a pop of bright lip. Peg, my gf, was in all black- sleeveless concert tee, black leggings, black moto boots and a black wool porkpie hat. Always in that fucking hat btw! We thought we'd have time for dinner and a cab but we only had time for a cab and there were NONE to be had. So, we started walking. If you get away from the major tourist areas , it's much easier. So we headed west hoping to catch something uptown. And we did! A pedi cab! Never have I ever! But she stuck her little hand up in the air and flagged that thing down and away we went. It was exhilarating. We kept telling him to go faster and faster until we rolled up in front of The Beacon Theatre with the radio blasting and he made a big show of helping us out and kissing our hand as we alit. We gave him ALLLLL the tips and people clapped. I love moments like that. We had SOME time to kill so we popped into the bar next to the theater. Drinks are a lot cheaper and come faster in a bar. So we each had 2 vod sods and a glass of water. I made her drink hers. Then back to the theater. One of those GORGEOUS art nouveau jewel box theaters that are disappearing. Some guys stopped to comment on how we are exact opposites, physically. We get that a LOT. Especially when people think we are lovers. Eye roll. But, we let them buy us a shot and then found our seats. The show was Jesse Malin , a LES fixture and we ADORE him. It isn't really sitting music but nobody around me was standing and so I stayed seated too but danced in my chair. Didn't take long til I realized I had to pee and now I was pee pee dancing in my chair too. About half way through the show I leaned down to Peg and told her I had to pee. She agreed , her too, and we decided as soon as the show was over I would bolt for the door and use my size to push my way to the front and grab a spot on the ladies room line. We do this a lot. If we need to get somewhere, I lead the charge, pushing through. I'm the one we ladies look for if we get separated. No gal gets left behind! Lol. So we have our pee plan and I chill out, just grooving. But then, an encore. Wait for it...3 encores! I watched people leave and thought to myself that should make the bathroom line better. A hahahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. So naive The lines were wrapped down the hall and down the stairs. We got on one but after 15 minutes it had barely moved so we decided to go find a late dinner and pee there. That neighborhood has some GREAT indie dining so we picked some authentic tapas joint that was ready to close but said we could sit if we ordered NOW. So we ordered before we even sat down and then went to our table. And the phone rings. It's Pegs babysitter. Her daughter is sick and we gotta JET.Ok, cancel the dinner order and let's get to the train station asap. We were gonna take the last train home in the early morning but instead we now had about half an hour. Still, no cabs. So we set out on foot. A bit of a trot/ power walk. In heels. Torture. Limping. We caught a cab about half way there and rode to the station. As we are getting out of the cab we synchronize our watches, so to speak. I will pee, she will buy us water and gummy bears and we will meet at the gate. And then the phone rings again. This time it's her soon to be ex husband freaking out that she isn't at home and the kid is sick. Never mind where is HE? GRRRRRR. I'd heard that argument too many times and it pissed me off so I wandered away, up to the side of Penn Station, near an entrance I don't normally use. I was about 100 feet from her, watching, and holding my crotch bc now that we had made the station in time my adrenaline had died down and I had to PEEEEEEEEEE. That always happens. If I get distracted enough the need to go disappears. Poof! So now I'm standing there, grabbing my crotch, pushing the pee back up and in,staring at the building wall, very self conscious, feet dancing about. I hadn't successfully had a public accident yet. Some close calls. But not the real deal. I was terrified. But the hold was so obvious. So I kinda waddled over to the door to look inside. I couldn't see a bathroom and didn't know where they were by that door and she was still yelling on the phone. So I waddled back to my spot, scared to open my legs much to walk. Checked the time. We were now cutting it very close. "Peg!" I yelled. She turned. I pointed to the watch I wasn't wearing and indicated the time. She nodded and held up her pointer...asking for more time. I nodded, miserable and groaning. And then I felt a leak. I gasped and turned back to my wall. Another leak. Another. I looked down and my shoes were stained a little and a tiny puddle had formed and was running down hill. And that puddle was growing as my bladder now just gave up the fight and I stood there, hiding my face in the wall as I emptied my bladder and watched it spill out into traffic between my feet and down the slightly crooked sidewalk. Omg, could anybody see? It's dark but well lit there. Cops everywhere. Was I gonna get arrested? Omg, that just happened! This was unbearable. I was mortified, men everywhere and they always STARE. I'd had enough. I marched over there, grabbed her arm and said " come on, now Peg" and she finally hung up. We darted inside. I lectured her about her shitty hubs as we ran and she asked me about having to pee. When we saw that our train was close to done boarding I told her I can wait to pee til we get on the train. Great. Run! Run! I had to take my heels off and run on that skanky floor. Shudder. And we barely made it. Full train, lots of dude bros on their way back from a country concert at the Garden. Ugh. I feel so self conscious around basic dudes. They are not my demo and I am not theirs. Double decker, packed train. We had to walk a lot of cars before we found a place to sit. I was behind Peg, and she couldn't see my face burning with shame as we marched past that entire train of people. Trains have such garish bright light and now my shame was on full display. We plopped down in our seats, facing each other and she finally noticed my pants. She asked when that happened. I tell her when she was on the phone. She apologized and then told me it happened to her all the time when she was pregnant. For some reason, this actually helped to make me feel a little better. She decided to go find the bathroom. She still hadn't peed but she also hadn't had nearly as much fluid as I had. She came back after a long while and explained that everyone on this train is wasted and that the bathroom is at the exact opposite end of the train. My bladder was full again so with an ,"Ugh" off I went. I found the bathroom and tried to pull the handle. Locked. Fuck. Does anybody else feel like immediately after an accident they need to have another one asap? Cuz that def happens to me. So I stepped to the side and waited. And waited. And waited. The pressure building, almost painful now. And my wet jeans were rubbing against my clit and I don't wear panties with jeans so...I had a lot of sensations down there and it was mildly erotic but I don't think I had identified that yet. But I did have to go again. Badly. I was back in pain, doubled over but now brightly lit trying to act nonchalant. Standing , arm wrapped around my middle,over in the little vestibule where people detrain and I could feel the leaks starting again. And then I just BURST. My jeans had started to dry a little but were still very damp and cold. And now they were hot again. I could hear the puddle dribbling down the stairs behind me, onto the steps, steep steps, loud. Holy shit. A lot of spill bc by then my jeans were super saturated. And then the bathroom door opened and the world's frailest woman came out and saw me. But I don't think she saw that I was wetting myself in the shadow. I managed a feeble half smile bc apparently even mid accident I am still polite So, I finished peeing there, worried if I tried for the bathroom before I was done I would leave pee where people were. So I finished then dashed for the bathroom. Maybe it's not so bad, I thought. And then I looked at myself and heartily laughed aloud. I was a MESS. It was so obvious. It was up my back by now. I took a couple pics. I wish I still had those. Then I washed my hands, gave myself a pep talk and marched back out there. I put my head high, my shoulders back and my snottiest " I fucking DARE you to step to me" face and started walking back. It never fails... Only, something was different now. I wasn't ashamed anymore. Now that there was no way I could hide it, I decided to own it. And now I started putting a little wiggle in my step. Because...I liked it. I wanted a man to stare at my ass as I strut by, eye level, and then see that it was soaked and know what I did and that I wasn't embarrassed about it. Yes, I did this. This happened to me. Now what? I wanted him to think about how I got like that or even better how damp my pantiless ass was in my jeans, all white and round. I slowed my strut, really putting some hip into it, feeling myself. Kinda tingly. What was happening to me? What was THIS emotion? Minutes ago I was mortified, burning in shame and now I was...smug? How can I feel both at the same time? I sat back down and Peg was oblivious bc I was already wet when she last saw me. She fell asleep almost immediately while I sat there, squirming on my seam so that it rubbed my clit , watching the dark world go by out the window, smiling to myself. In retrospect , I'm thinking for the first time, that's probably when I caught the omo bug. I was on my own. I hadn't planned it. My previous experiences with Mike had maybe helped prime me for what to do if an accident happened. It had made the option acceptable in my mind, rewired my brain a bit. Prior to him I hadn't given any thought to wetting my pants, privately or publicly. This was for me only with me and I was almost high off of it. I was buzzing from the thrill and sensations. I came so hard when I got home that night
  4. Hey hey hey. In a rush so I can't write much now but I wanted to share before I went back out for the night. I ran a lot of errands. Had to go into closed office, get my booster, pick up one grocery order, go to ANOTHER grocery store, visit my sister, go buy prescription cat food for my ancient gentleman cat AND do some retail therapy I drank (2) 1L bottles of water and a 16oz coffee over say 3 hours. I actually thought I probably wouldn't end up in the position to have an accident but that urgency kicked in with a swiftness that surprised me. After this accident I raced inside, cranked the shower on HOT, stripped down and grabbed my vibe. I sat on the toilet seat and my big white bareass slid and squeaked around on the seat bc it was so wet and pissy The original video was 6 minutes long bc I couldn't find a secluded spot. I just kept driving and whimpering and cursing. But the file size limit made me have to cut most of it. I'm heading out for the night. Won't be TOO late, this booster is kicking in and my arm hurts like a bitch. It's FREEZING tonight. Maybe my knee socks and I will have some fun at home later PS- cold weather calls for closed toes and I would once again like to point out how AMAZING these waterproof, d/w safe, flats made out of recycled plastic, are. Ladies and Theydies- run, don't walk, to buy a pair. I wish y'all could have seen me all pink from the hot shower, standing under the water, washing my shoes in the shower with a lil shampoo, humming and grinning,elated. Have a great Saturday night ya filthy pervs. XO InShot_20211120_211330053.mp4 Some aftermath. I'll post some of me, miserable, searching for a place, later. InShot_20211120_211434040.mp4
  5. There was one guy on here who was fabulous. Forgot his name, but I wasn’t thr best customer to work with back then and even though I said sorry they don’t want to do another story for me which is fine. Wondering if there’s anyone or anywhere else to pay for stories??? Omorashi in general
  6. Vic, the young woman better known as Courier 6, was coming to the end of her umpteenth trip through the Mojave wasteland, accompanied by her faithful and amusing friend Veronica. The old control tower at Camp McCarran was in sight in the orange glare enveloping Vegas in the desert night, and the two were already trying to figure out what they were going to say to the NCR officer about the Legion's progress. Our beautiful courier was indeed snooping around Mojave's affairs, in order to expand the influence she had acquired when she became the owner of the New Vegas Strip. But tonight, it was Veronica who gave the ideas. Her ambitious friend seemed elsewhere. She kept nodding without listening, didn't walk straight, and looked as if she was a bit drunk. Veronica was not fooled, and it is once arrived at the surroundings of Vegas that she finally asked her : - Do you have to pee? - Uh what? No, not really, why? - You walk funny, you don't listen to me, if you have to go, go ! - No but it's ok, we're almost at the airport where there's a toilet. - Well, if you want, but no need to keep holding it in an abandoned city with no one to see you! Do you think it's still pre-war? The two girls laughed together, then the courier answered: - Veronica, I'm a big girl, it can wait, don't worry. Veronica noticed that Vic's voice was shaking a little, like a hint of... something, stress probably. Amused, Veronica put an end to this awkward conversation: - You're weird, you know... After all, Veronica didn't care about her friend's bladder, and decided not to make any more remarks about Vic's natural needs. However, when they arrived at the gate of the camp, the two girls stopped so that the soldiers could open the big gate for them. Vic couldn't stand still. She squirmed, but seemed to calm down for a moment; suddenly she tightened her legs very hard and gave a little cry of surprise. In spite of her resolution, Veronica said to her: - You can literally go pee anywhere you want, go ahead! What are you waiting for? To do it in your panties? At these words, Vic blushed. She loosened her legs and looked discreetly at her pants. Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica saw a dark spot on them but didn't say anything, because she really didn't know what to think anymore. When the door finally opened, the courier rushed into the camp. With both hands stuck on her crotch, she ran to the airport lobby, and asked the soldiers where the bathroom was. She ran in that direction, followed by Veronica. The latter found Vic in one of the cabins, the door not even closed, trying unsuccessfully to pull down her pants, because her hands kept coming back on her crotch to avoid a big accident. Unfortunately, Vic's attempts didn't work: in front of Veronica's amazement, the stain on Vic's pants grew, and the pee began to drip down her pants, hissing as it passed through the fabric of her clothes, echoing as the big drops fell on the tile floor. Standing in a puddle of piss, all soaked, Vic seemed to be in a state of trance. Veronica too, for she was completely flabbergasted. Gone completely red, Vic turned towards Veronica: - Veronica... I... I peed in my panties. I have to find a new pair of pants and panties and wash myself somewhere... right? The way she described her condition, the way she said panties, the way she said Veronica, while slowly removing her soiled clothes... There was no doubt, Vic was... horny ? Veronica tried to remain normal: - I told you you were going to piss yourself, I don't understand why you didn't react sooner. Although she had never thought that this kind of delirium existed, Veronica understood very well Vic's behavior, why she kept holding it and why this whole desperation scene didn't seem very authentic. But still, it was quite unbelievable for Veronica: she could see her friend, a courier coming from nowhere, with extraordinary talents, with such a magnetic charisma, having propelled herself overnight to the head of New Vegas... Peeing her pants, all red, tears in the eyes, like a little girl, completely overwhelmed by her sexual impulses. That's also the magic of the Mojave, thought Veronica, no one to tell us what to do, no one to prevent us from going deep into our desires... Actually, Vic was just like Vegas : completely perverted, but so attractive...
  7. To give you guys some background, I will start telling what caused me to pee my pants. Since Friday I set a goal for myself to become more fit and to eat a little more healthy. So I decided to drink at least 2 litres of water a day. I started early in the morning with a big glass of water, grabbed myself a 0,5 litre bottle for the road and headed of to work. I will not get into detail with the first part of my day, because otherwise the story would be way too long, but I will give you a short resume. I work as a speech therapist and I give those sessions in schools or I go to the people’s houses or I work in my office with my collegues. Anyway, Friday’s are always long days. I start working early and always have to drive around in my car a lot, from one place to another. I sometimes feel like I’m living in my car. When I’m working, I’m normally not drinking that much, because I find it kinda embarrassing to ask my patients if I can use their toilets while I’m working in their house. So I rather hold it. I have a stash of diapers in my car and I often use them. Sometimes I put them on before I go to work or sometimes I put them on in my car when I’m in desperate need. Wearing a diaper to work, I do that with an average of once a week, but I do it more because I enjoy the feeling than because I actually need it. I mean, I can manage my toilet breaks and when I pee in the diaper, it’s often on my way back home, because I think it’s a waist not using a diaper what it’s designed for. Anyway, I’m dwelling. Since I’m not used to drinking all that much water, my bladder ofcourse reacted. I drank the water at a steady pace, drinking from my bottle and refilling it constantly. The morning was rather calm, but in the afternoon I had to work way more. So I decided to wear a diaper, just in case of any emergencies. During the day I have been desperate more than once in front of my patients. Tugging my pants, shifting weight in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my legs. When I came home in the evening I counted the times I had peed during the day: 10 times of which twice in the diaper while I was waiting in my car to go to the next patient. I undid myself from the diaper and wore my normal turqoise panties again. In the evening I met up with my best friend to go to a pub and have a chat. I already drank 1,75 litres of water during the whole day, so I had almost reached my goal. No giving up now. I ordered two waters during the evening while my friend was having some beers. Knowing I had now drank more than 2 litres of water, some soda in my lunch break and some soda during dinner, my bladder probably had to deal with more than 3 litres of liquid during the whole day. At 00.15 I started to get desperate. The desperation came all of a sudden, while my friend was having a serious conversation, Thinking it would be rude to interrupt her, I just started shifting around in my chair again. I glanced over to the door of the bathrooms and right next to the door, I saw an ex collegue of mine. I had had a long day and I was getting really tired, so the last thing I wanted to do was pass by him and have some smalltalk. Sounds rude, but I really wasn’t in the mood for that, so I just waved at him. I thought I could manage to hold it until I was home, because that wouldn’t take much more time. We were both getting tired. Just as suddenly as the desperation started, it dissapeared again and felt much more at ease. Around 00.45 we decided to go home. I had to drive my friend home, a seven minute drive. About halfway, we said how much fun it was to be able to spend our time like this: talking to eachother while driving into the night with the music out loud. My friend joked about making a detour or driving somewhere else to prolong the moment. Me, being the good friend, I immediatly slowed down the car and took a sharp right turn into another street. Thus started our detour! But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. We drove around for about 15 minutes and joked around. When we were about three minutes away from her house, the desperation reappeared. You know how you have these two kinds of desperation? The one were you can feel your bladder’s really full and it aches a lot and the one were you can feel that the piss is already in your urethra. It was the latter that hit me. We were still in our detour and I immediatly felt I wasn’t gonna be able to hold my pee for a long time. This was not good. I asked my friend if I could turn around and head home. She said it was alright. I started speeding like crazy. My friend knows about my fetish, so I was really embarrassed and I didn’t dare to start doing a pee dance in my car or pushing my hands between my legs to hold myself. She knows how I secretly enjoy this and I didn’t want her to make a comment about it. Instead I only pressed my legs together as hard as I could. I was getting really nervous. My eyes flashed outside, looking for a place to pee when I dropped her off. But we were in the middle of the city, so no way I could just pee outside. Knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it, I just hoped I would make it to her house so I could just let go when she stepped out of the car. The moment I pulled over to her driveway, I felt a huge spurt dampen my panties and dripping down toward my butt. I pressed my legs some tighter. All I could hope for was my friend getting out of the car really fast, but instead she opened the door so so slowly while still talking. Another spurt found it’s way out of my bladder. She stepped out of the car, looked over and said goodbye. Another spurt. My legs were shaking, my hands making fists. Pee was pooling between my legs. Luckily my pants were black, so my friend wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. The moment she closed the door and waved, the gates opened. I glanced over at my lap while putting the car in reverse, and I saw the wetness spreading all over. No matter how hard I tried, my muscles wouldn’t tie up and I just couldn’t stop peeing. I gave up the fight and gave in to the feeling of my warm piss spreading all over my legs and my butt, before being absorbed by the carseat. I rubbed my hands between my legs and over the wetness. 30 seconds later I finally stopped peeing and I drove home sitting in my own piss. When I parked the car in front of my house, I put some more pressure on my bladder and started peeing again. I was amazed by the amount of pee I could still let go. More wetness, more rubbing. I was enjoying this way too much. I opened the front door, hoping I wouldn’t run into my parents or my sister and quickly went upstairs. After undoing my wet pants and panties, I pulled a diaper out of my closet and put it on. I was so arroused about what just happened. After blowing off some steam and before going to sleep, I downed another big glass of water, just to make sure I had to pee in the middle of the night so I could use the diaper instead of the toilet. And so I did. This was only the first day of me trying to stay hydrated. I wonder what the next days will bring ;)
  8. hey guys- this is on a porn site, but what a great wetting! http://www.wankpoint.com/video/21992/gushing-pants-wetting.html
  9. If you would like to see my Two other stories you can find them here: https://omorashi.org/topic/11540-some-of-the-first-i-had-seen/ Now this story takes place in 7th grade, I was really good friends with all the people that lived around me, specifically the girl in my other story and my next door neighbor and her friend that lived across the street. It was the perfect day, no home work, a little hot out but not to hot. me my neighbor went over to the girl across the street's house to jump on her trampoline, my neighbor brought her little sister. there was no one home other than the girl who lived there so it was me and the three girls. we jumped on the trampoline for about three hours when my neighbors little sister had to pee and peed her pant because we were locked out of the house so they went home to get her sister changed. now for the interesting part of the story. it was now me and the other girl, lets call her Hannah Hannah was wearing a baby blue t-shirt with a cami underneath and a white mini skirt. once the other girls left she came up really close to me, which made me blush and she was blushing to and she was rubbing her thighs together and in the cutest voice ever asked if i wanted to see some of her trampoline tricks, to which I said " sure". she was just randomly bouncing around didn't really care but i pretended to be impressed got a peak here and there of her panties but didn't see much....until .... SHE DID A HAND STAND! here skirt at that point didn't matter it just fell and there they we in full view blue panties with different colored flowers on them. me and her both new that this had become very erotic (at least for our age) I laughed jokingly and said "I can see your underwear" which she replied "I don't care if you see" she then walked over to me both of us blushing and she said in a kind of sarcastic erotic tone "did you like my tricks" "of course I did" I replied in the same sarcastic tone she then said "I have to pee too, like *blanks* sister, but there's no way of getting into the house" "I guess I will just have to pee here" that's when I noticed how vigorously she was rubbing her now red thighs together. a couple of minutes passed she was still rubbing them together and then she slightly lifted her little white skirt to expose i little more than the crouch of her panties. she had her legs completly together just rubbing them and fondling her skirt in her hands. she then said "well i cant hold it anymore" her legs were still panties still in full view and she sighed with relief as she slowly let it out first the crotch of her panties got wet and then it started streaming down her legs and onto her pink socks. when she was all done she said it felt really good and warm. she was all wet and she said her patio and socks would dry. after a couple minutes of talking and excused myself to go home after witnessing something so awesome what else could i do. well I all hoped you enjoyed the story please leave feedback there is more were this came from!
  10. My ex-wife used to frequently hold her pee until she was desperate and beyond . This is the first installment in a series I plan to post about her stories.Comments are welcome. I usually talk about my pee holding, however years ago life was good because my girlfriend who became my wife always held her pee often to the last minute and beyond. She said she was not into pee holding as a sexual thing but I have always wondered as some of the stories I will tell will show .She did however sometimes humor me. The first time I remember her being desperate was when we were in High School. Neither of us went during school so by 5:00PM our bladders were usually full. This one day however she was particularly fidgety and began sneaking her hand to her crouch when she thought I didn’t see. Eventually she announced she had to pee real bad and was about to pee her pants, and took off towards the bathroom undoing her blue pants on the way. I followed her through the kitchen, and asked if I could watch. I had never seen a girl pee and the idea was very exciting. She said “NO!” and would I please let her go before she wet her pants. Suddenly she screwed up her face and inhaled sharply. Meanwhile she plunged her hand inside her pants and grabbing her crouch tightly and crossing her legs. She said “OH Please!” I gave in and said ok just go, hoping for better luck next time. It turns out she had wet her panties , just enough to relieve the pressure but not enough to show, and she decided not to go. About ½ hour later she, as usual, walked me half way home, about a 10 minute walk. WE parted in a wooded area behind a factory. Once again she became franticly desperate to pee holding herself and doing the pee-pee dance. I kept trying to delay her, suggesting she pee in the woods. She wouldn’t do that. Luckily for me it was winter and my long heavy coat covered my huge hard on, although I would soon tell her of my fetish. Suddenly she gave me one last kiss goodbye and took off running, bent forward, and her hand grabbing her pussy .That was the last I saw of her that day, but we talked on the phone later and I asked her how she managed. She said she got up the road a ways and her pee started gushing out. She stopped and crossed her legs staunching the flow temporally, but not until there was a big wet spot in her crouch and down her upper inner thigh. She proceeded running as before, but about a block from her home another wave of unstoppable pee hit, this time wetting her pants almost to her knees. She again stopped and gained control. She proceeded the rest of the way home but as she was unlocking the door she lost control completely, hot pee running all the way down her legs and puddling on the porch. She went inside to the bathroom but her bladder, having last peed 10 hours ago was almost completely empty. How I wish I could have seen her pants completely soaked from top to bottom. I can’t help but wonder if I could have kept her with me a few more minutes longer and witness her wetting . But it was still relatively early in our relationship and I hoped my time would come furthermore she retold the story in such detail that I can still remember it after all these years and sometimes imagine it as I masturbate . Once I told her of my fetish she would tell me pee stories, some I saw or we created .I would rub off on her leg and come all over her pussy. Sadly we divorced years ago but I still sometimes use her stories to rub one off.
  11. First video post, don't think ive seen it on here yet so here you go! http://www.wetting-video.com/video/2280/girl-pees-and-masturbates-in-running-shorts
  12. The commuter train jerked forward abruptly as it departed from the station. Julie pressed both hands hard into her crotch to keep from losing bladder control. Even with her purse sitting on her lap to hide it, she was sure that the people around her could tell she was touching herself inappropriately, but she was beyond caring. She had been crossing her legs and shifting in her seat for the past half an hour--surely anyone paying attention to her in the crowded morning train car already knew that she was on the verge of peeing in her pants. "Just two more stops to go," she told herself. Julie shifted her left leg underneath of her and sat on the heel of her black pump. It offered some temporary relief to her straining bladder. In the wake of her wetting in the office a couple of weeks prior, Julie's long-suppressed urges to push her bladder to its limit and beyond in public places had been fully awakened. She never even considered using a toilet anymore unless it was an absolute emergency. Plus, she was intentionally guzzling water, tea, and coffee in copious amounts. Just like in high school, these habits were making her accident prone. She had already soaked herself twice on the way home from work, both times in front of dozens of strangers. Also like high school, she would not go home to change clothes after a wetting--that was cheating. As a consequence, she spent both evenings sheepishly running errands in her blatantly soiled clothes while cashiers and customers gawked at her. Doing her evening grocery shopping in pee-soaked clothes was one thing, but showing up for work in the morning wearing them was another. For that reason, this was the first time she had ever dared risk a holding challenge on the commute into work. Like most nights since the re-ignition of her fetish, she had spent the previous evening on watersports websites posting about her wetting adventures and chatting with other members about theirs. She went to sleep the previous night fantasizing about different outfits and situations in which she might get desperate and wet herself. As a result, Julie was feeling particularly naughty this morning. She put on one of her favorite pairs of pants--form-fitting light gray dress slacks--and couldn't help but immediately think about how they would look with dark, glistening pee streaks running down both legs. The thought made her so aroused. She wanted to wet these pants really badly, but that would have to wait until later in the evening. On her way out the door, Julie grabbed her typical large bottled water to drink on the train and a devilish thought occurred to her. She couldn't pee in her pants before work, but she could still have some desperate fun. She opened the bottle and chugged the contents until they were gone. Then she re-filled the bottle from the kitchen sink tap and drank the contents again. Surely she could handle making it to work after just two bottles of water plus the two cups of coffee she had drank earlier. If she couldn't manage that, she reasoned, she deserved to spend her whole work day in wet pants. She refilled the bottle again to drink on the trip and left the house with a mischievous smile on her face. Now there were 15 minutes remaining in the train ride to work, and Julie was beginning to think she had over-estimated her holding capacity. She began to bounce up and down on her heel as the short-lived numbness of sitting on it began to wear off and she felt the intense pressure of her bladder again. Why did she always do this to herself? Julie had no idea what she was going to do if she couldn't hold on. She had been able to successfully play her wetting after the morning meeting off as a simple error in judgement, albeit a humiliating one. Her team was amused by the idea of their manager wetting her pants at work. They openly teased her about it, but in some ways they were more comfortable with her now. Her boss was clearly much more disgusted with her, but he did not say anything beyond impatiently asking her to clean up her mess and sit on a plastic bag the rest of the day to avoid ruining her office chair. Julie knew she couldn't pee in her pants at work again so soon. She knew all too well how quickly a group of people could stop looking at pee accidents as a laughable quirk and begin treating you like a outcast because of them. The first few times Julie had noticeably pissed herself in high school had not been a big deal either. She had been discretely wetting her panties under skirts and intentionally letting out spurts of pee into her black jeans during the school day dating back to junior high. No one had ever caught her. One day early in her sophomore year, however, Julie had gotten distracted during a busy day and completely forgotten to pee between classes. Lunch was only one class away, so she decided to cross her legs and try to hold on for one more period. Julie desperately squirmed in her seat trying to hold back the flood, but as she felt the first warm spurt of pee begin to leak into her panties with 20 minutes to go before the bell, she knew she wasn't going to make it to lunch. Julie was wearing dark blue jeans. They could cover up some damage, but she knew they were not dark enough to hide a major accident. She raised her hand and pleaded with her teacher for a bathroom pass, but he told her to wait until the lesson was done. The next 10 minutes seemed like an eternity as Julie fidgeted frantically trying to keep her bladder from bursting in the middle of class. Every minute or so, she could feel more damp warmth escape into her panties. Finally, the teacher stopped talking and let the class begin work on their homework assignment. He beckoned Julie to the front of the room to collect her bathroom pass. She could barely move without leaking as she awkwardly waddled to the teacher's desk and down the hall to the restroom. She had to keep her legs tightly together and stop every few feet to keep from losing control. With every ginger step she could feel pee sloshing around in her bladder. She had barely pushed open the girls' bathroom door when she felt a hot flood burst into her panties and begin to run down her legs. She quickly ran into an open stall and began to fight with her belt, but all the while she could feel a torrent of warmth running down the thighs of her tight jeans. By the time she got her belt undone, she could feel her socks and shoes become engulfed in the flood. The relief of finally emptying her aching bladder plus the familiar feeling of warm pee soaking her clothes triggered a sensual explosion in Julie. Her pulse raced and she became weak at the knees. As her shoes filled with urine and a puddle spread below her feet in the stall, she stopped struggling to get her jeans off and began rubbing her crotch through her soaking wet pants. pee dripped off of her fingers as she massaged her throbbing clitoris through the tight, glistening denim. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall as she rubbed faster--the fabric hissing with the force of her pee stream as she rubbed. As the flow of pee finally stopped, she climaxed. After Julie caught her breath, she had to figure out what to do about her predicament. Her jeans, socks, and shoes were completely saturated in urine and she was only half way through the school day. Julie knew her mom would never leave work to come and get her because she peed her pants--she was way too old for that. If she skipped the rest of her classes without an excused absence, she would fail her math test that afternoon. Plus, she would have to walk across town in her wet pants to get home. She began to think that her best option may be to go back to class and try to pretend like nothing happened. After all, she had gotten her pants so completely soaked that there was no obvious wet patch--she thought maybe no one would notice. Julie poured the pee out of her shoes and wrung out her socks. She dabbed at her jeans with paper towels as best she could, but decided they were a lost cause after the tenth paper towel came up yellow and soaked with no discernible improvement to the state of her pants. Her sneakers squelched noticeably as she walked back to class drenched from the waist down. Julie hadn't even sloshed her soaked jeans into her seat when she began to hear the whispering and giggling spread through the classroom. All the rest of the day she dealt with staring and teasing, but it wasn't as bad as she feared it would be. Mostly her classmates just made fun of her about her being a baby and needing diapers. Meanwhile, she passed her math test and enjoyed the feeling of the soaked pants against her skin all afternoon. She felt free, like her secret was finally out in the open and she loved the naughtiness of spending her whole day in pee-soaked pants. In a couple of weeks, the incident was nothing more than a running joke--yesterday's news to her classmates. Of course, the memory of the intense orgasm she had experienced in the bathroom stall as she peed in her pants stuck with Julie much longer. As the train lurched to a stop, Julie felt the first warm spurt dampen her panties. She moved her heel out from underneath her and instead tightly crossed her left leg over her right. More pee escaped during the shift, leaving her underwear warm and wet. The office was still one more train stop and a four-block walk away. She bounced up and down anxiously in her seat, willing the train to begin moving again. Just then, she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder. "Hey Julie, I didn't know you take this train in the morning." She turned her head to see Sara's smiling face behind her. Of all the luck ... Sara had been witness to Julie's previous work accident. It was beginning to look like she would have a front-row seat to another wetting. Julie tried to steady her voice as she replied, "Yeah, I do. It's always so crowded, we must have always just missed each other." "Are you feeling OK?" Sara asked. "You look really flushed." "Yeah, I'm fine," Julie said through gritted teeth. "I just need the restroom." "Oh..." Sara said as she peeked at Julie's contorted legs. She gave a smile and a knowing nod. "Are you going to be alright this time?" "I hope so," Julie said weakly as the train began to move again. She leaned forward and buried her hand in her crotch. "I felt so bad for you the other morning at work," Sara said. "I still can't believe you wore that skirt all day." Great, Julie thought, now everyone in earshot knows I wet my pants at work. "Yeah," she mumbled in reply. Julie closed her eyes and clenched muscles as tightly as she could. The light fabric of her dress slacks felt soft and comforting pressed tightly against her legs. For several minutes, Julie squirmed in her seat in focused silence--eyes closed, legs tightly crossed, shifting every few seconds. Her bladder ached, but she avoided more leakage. "Almost there," Sara said reassuringly, breaking the long silence. Julie opened her eyes and saw that their stop was only a minute away. She stood up to make her way to the door and immediately felt warmth spread in her panties. she reflexively bent over and pressed her thighs together, but it took her a few seconds to choke off the flow. Julie's whole crotch felt warm and wet--she dared not move or check her pants for damage. Now that she was on her feet, Julie had to contend with keeping her balance as the train moved. When it reached her station, the car came to a sudden stop and jerked her forward. The sudden violent motion nearly knocked her over. The flow began again--this time she could feel stray drops begin to run down her thighs before she could stop it. Sara began to make her way to the door through the sea of passengers. Julie followed in her wake, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together as she waddled through the car. For the first time, Julie was grateful that Sara was there. She never would have made it through the crowd without completely wetting herself if she had been alone. Julie followed Sara through the doors of the train and onto the platform. Sara stopped and turned to face her. "I've never used the restrooms here. Do you know where they are?" Julie shook her head. She bent double and hopped from foot to foot as she scanned the station for a bathroom sign. Her wet inner thighs felt a cold chill in the open air of the platform. Julie knew that her leakage earlier must have soaked through her pants. Her mind raced. She could barely concentrate with her bladder so full. Plus, she was still super aroused and wet. Her eyes barely processed what they were seeing as she frantically looked around for a bathroom. Warmth began to engulf her underwear again. This time, Julie chose not to fight it. She relaxed and looked down as a glistening dark patch began to spread rapidly down both legs. Sara gasped as Julie stopped fidgeting and stood upright while an obvious wet patch continued to grow on her light-grey dress pants. pee streamed from the inseams of her pant legs and on to the concrete below her feet as a puddle began to form and spread. Both women's eyes were fixated on Julie's slacks. Julie closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Her toes were swimming in the warm flood that was filling her heels. The soft fabric of her dress slacks felt as good as she imagined all morning as they clung tightly to her ass and thighs in their warm, soaking wet state. Julie wanted to rub herself through her soaked underwear, but she knew she couldn't on a public train platform. "Oh my God," Sara said, eyes still glued to Julie's pants. "Do you at least have a change of clothes this time?" Julie shook her head. The flow finally reduced to a trickle and then stopped. Julie lowered her eyes to her slacks. The dark-grey pee streaks ran all the way down both her legs and her feet were now completely submerged in warm urine within her pumps. Her clitoris ached with desire. Julie stood there in a haze of her own pleasure--oblivious to the many strangers that had caught sight of the spectacle that were now staring at her. Sara grabbed Julie's hand. "Come on," she said as she led Julie away from the train platform and toward a secluded wall of the station. Julie's shoes squelched as she walked. "I'm sorry I keep doing this in front of you," Julie said. "Clearly I need to drink less coffee in the morning ... or just start wearing diapers." "If you want to call in sick today, I promise I won't tell anyone," Sara offered as they settled into a corner out of obvious sight. "You'd have to figure out how to get home, but at least you wouldn't have to walk into the office like that." "Thanks Sara, that's sweet," Julie said. Of course Sara was right--she should just call in sick. Julie knew that going to work in this state would just lead to lots of humiliation and probably setback her career. Why did the thought of just going home leave her feeling so unfulfilled? "You look disappointed," Sara said with the hint of a smile. "You know it will make just as good a story if you don't go into the office, right?" "Huh?" "When you write it up tonight," Sara said. "You posted a story about your last wetting. I can only assume you'll write about one as epic as this ... PissyJ28." Julie just stared at Sara, who was smiling coyly back at her. The pit of Julie's stomach dropped. No one had ever called her by her online moniker. Finally, she stuttered out, "You read online wetting forums?" "Yeah, I was actually planning to post about your wetting a couple weeks ago. When I saw your write up of it, I nearly died. Can you believe the odds? You're a really good writer, by the way." "Thanks," Julie mumbled, still not quite believing her ears. She began to wonder if she was still dreaming. "So ... you are into this?" "Well, clearly not as much as you are," Sara said. "I could never pee my pants at work ... and some of the stories from when you were in school I could barely believe anyone would put themselves through." "Yeah, I do get carried away sometimes," Julie said with a smile as she looked down at her slacks, which were now cooling down and beginning to chill her thighs. The dark wet patches down both her legs were extremely pronounced now against the light grey fabric. She shifted her weight and felt the pool of urine in her shoes slosh. "You probably think I'm completely nuts now, right?" "I don't know how you can do this in public and then go about your day as if nothing happened. Don't you care that everyone is going to stare at you?" "Oh, I care," Julie said. "I guess holding and wetting is just more exciting when I know I'm going to be in trouble if I don't make it. It's just not the same thing if I do it when there's no risk of anyone finding out. Does that make any sense at all?" "A little," Sara said. "So, you actually wanted to pee yourself today?" "Not exactly," Julie said. "I was just challenging myself to hold it as long as I could. I thought I could make it." "But you didn't bring anything to change into if you didn't?" "No," Julie said sheepishly. "You should really think about calling in sick," Sara said. "Your pants are soaked. What are you going to tell everyone?" "I don't know ... that I peed my pants." Sara laughed. "I think they'll figure that one out on their own." "Yeah, you're right," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know, the thought of walking into work like this really excites me right now. Maybe I like punishing myself ... I don't know." "You seem to have a talent for it." "Tell me about it." "Well then, I guess we better get to the office," Sara said glancing down at Julie's soaked slacks and smirking. "I'm sure those are going to be really comfortable for you today." "Oh, I know," Julie said, smiling naughtily. "They're already starting to get cold, and I have a small lake in my heels." "Enjoy your chaffed thighs." "I'm sure I'm going to get diaper rash," Julie said. "Plus I get to smell like pee all day and sit on plastic sheeting again. I'll bet you're so jealous of me right now." "Definitely, all the guys will think you're so hot now," Sara said. They looked each other and giggled. "Seriously though, are you sure you really want to do this? I just found out that I work with someone I can share this with. I really don't want you to get fired." "Don't worry," Julie said. "They won't fire me for this." "Well, if you're sure, I'll see you at the office," Sara said. "You want to catch a few drinks after work?" "I'd love to." "Great," said Sara, "If you're lucky, your pants might even dry by then." "Probably, but who knows? If I get a few drinks in me, they may not stay that way." "With you, I'll bet they won't," Sara shook her head and laughed. "You're crazy Julie. I'll see you later." "See you at work," Julie said as Sara turned and walked away. Julie's mind filled with possibilities. All these years her wetting had isolated her, could she have finally found a partner in this? She wondered what Sara was into. She couldn't wait to meet her after work and find out. Her pulse raced as she ran her hands along her chilled, wet thighs. No turning back now. Sara had offered her an out and she turned it down. Now she was going to have to spend the whole day in these pee-soaked slacks and everyone at work was going to know about it. She could picture the condescending smirks on her co-workers faces as they saw that she had peed in her pants again. Julie's fingers reached her crotch, which still radiated warmth through the wetness of her slacks. She decided she'd better find a ladies' room to take care of her naughtier urges.
  13. This is a story from 7th grade again but this one involves my next door neighbor Olga. It was summer hot and dry and oh so boring, lucky for me the door bell rang and it was my next door neighbor and her brother and the girl from across the street (from my last story). My neighbor Olga which we simply called "G" was wearing skinny jeans and a blue graphic t-shirt. my neighbor was short and had a little "meat" on her (like the perfect amount not like chubby even), she also had long flowing smooth brown hair. Now the girl from across the street who was a bit taller and very slender was there in non other than a pink tank top and a blue skirt (lucky day for me). they all wanted to know if I wanted to play capture the flag which I gladly excepted. we were split guys V. girls the flags were cans of soda which ever team lost had to drink them. through out this game I got some great views of panties and hemm... other things, but too the point. the girl from across the street had to go home and G's little brother had to go help his mom so here it was just me and a girl trying to think of what we should do next. I noticed she was fidgeting around a bit when it hit me that she probably had to pee! That's also when I got one of my great devilish ideas. I asked if she wanted to put on some diapers (considering she had some at her house for here younger sister) too my amazement once again she said "sure" she came back with two and we went into my house. my parents had gone somewhere at the time so just me and her. she first just put the diaper on over her jeans and i did too she smile and said "this is fun" which I replied "wouldn't it be more fun if you were actually wearing it" she respond quite fast and said "of course, your right!" she immediately took off her jeans and i had full view of her panties. she told me not to look at them so much but she then slid the diaper over her underwear and put back on her jeans. unless you knew she was wearing a diaper you never would have guessed. we then started to play video games and I started to notice that she was getting very desperate and having fun too. I reminded her as a joke "you know your still wearing a diaper , right?" she said "well I guess I better use it but I will wait as long as I can." (I began to get the feeling the girls around my neighborhood knew something about my fetish) she stood up grabbed her crotch and just kind of stood there moving around jumping and the like. It wasn't more than a couple minutes later that she said "I can't hold it any more! I'm going to burst!" I told here she was still wearing here underwear but she said it was too late to take off but I also told here she better take off here jeans in case it leaks, so she did she stood there in a diaper legs spread shoulder with apart hands on her sides and let out a big sigh of relief, that's when i heard the best hissing sound ever. she must have really had to go but then suddenly a great big "oh no came out of her mouth" the diaper was leaking all flowing down her thighs onto the floor she stop peeing for like five seconds through off the diaper and then continued it was just pouring out of her like a water fall of bursting dam her knees were starting to buckle and she was shaking as she completely lost control and was just standing there completely letting it all out. after that we cleaned up I through out my diaper and she said that it would take a while before her panties dried so she put the wet diaper on in the bathroom and hung her panties up too dry. it was a great time that I wont forget but I never really got much action from her again. I hope you all enjoyed! feed back much appreciated! third story: https://omorashi.org/topic/11589-some-of-the-first-i-had-seen-part-iii/ first and second: https://omorashi.org/topic/11540-some-of-the-first-i-had-seen/
  14. so Here is a story from when I was in 5th grade. I was out playing with my new neighbors one a guy and one a girl. the me and my guy friend were doing the things we always do; riding bikes, when unexpectedly here comes his sister (the girl of the story) riding her bike. we would pretend we were in cars and just ride for hours it was about one hour after we ate lunch so probably 1:00 pm we were still riding bikes when she exclaimed "I really need to pee!" I replied saying "we can go back to my house." Girl:"nah I can hold it" That's when I got a wonderful idea to see something I had wanted to see. desperation even a wetting maybe. As she got more desperate you could see her squeeze her legs together on her bike seat as she squirmed all around that's when I said "I dare you to pee in you pants" she got off her bike and stood there and to my amazement she said "I'll try" she was standing there in a light blue tank top that you could see her nipples through considering she hadn't matured enough yet. she was also wearing jeans that were tight on top by the butt and loose the rest of the way. she was moving all around holding her pussy. she would bend over and you could see the outline of here underwear and once in a while see it, light pink with multi colored poka dots. she turned to me and said "it's going to come out" as she stood there now not holding herself getting ready to let it out but then she said "I just cant do it" but I noticed a little growing damp spot on her jeans . She was leaking and didn't want us to see! I was getting back on my bike assuming that was the end but nope! i heard a loud "OH NO!" as i heard what sounded like a water fall there she was legs trembeling completly wetting herself. it was flowing like a waterfall too. must have been just squirting out of her pussy and straght through her panties. after she was done i was exited considering i was about that age. she was in my life and still is and there is and will be much more to come *please excuse my English *feed back welcome and would be very much appreciated I have many more story's of her and some other girls too!
  15. Sorry if you've seen this post under fiction before. I don't like it under fiction for some reason so I'm posting it here. During the start of the twenty first century, Japanese scientist Mitsuyuki Ikeda developed a method for extracting proteins from feces, ultimately creating artificial steak that became known as poop burgers, turd burgers, and a number of other ridiculing names. For decades, people dismissed the idea as being unsanitary and just plain unpleasant. Additionally, the meat was worth twenty to thirty times that of typical steak. To remedy this, Mitsuyuki worked with a team of American genetic engineers to develop a more profitable way to extract the proteins. They genetically modified a kind of fungus to devour the bacteria found in feces and produce the proteins they contained. While this method proved to be far more affordable, the psychological factors lead scientists to use this meat as animal feed. The fungus got into the meat it produced for livestock and the livestock was the first to start collapsing with meat and blood oozing from their anus. The fungus would eat away the animal flesh in addition to the feces as it produced protein from both the feces and the flesh. The disease found its way into human digestive tracks from there. The Japanese government ordered an immediate recall of produce and ordered farmers to slaughter their infected animals. Unfortunately, this didn’t remedy the problem. The livestock wasn’t properly disposed of, and the wind carried off the fungus’ spores. The fungus ultimately spread throughout the air in Japan and infected people directly from the anus. With panic spreading faster than the “bowel mushrooms” as they called it, the government resorted to a desperate tactic they called “catching the mushroom.” This meant that the Japanese government would take extreme measures to prevent the fungus from spreading any further beyond its borders. Chapter One My name is Anzu Kohaku. I was born here in Takahashi Japan. I have short, slick, light purple hair to match my eyes that falls to the bottom of my neck and curves slightly inward. I also have these stupid freckles on my big, puffy cheeks that my grandmother likes to pinch. Everyone always tells me they make me look cute, but I don’t like them. I’ve always been shorter than all the other students too, and I would always struggle in gym class. I’ll never be able to ask out Hiroyuki Rokou like this! Anyway, there’s been a serious disease going around killing people. I hope it doesn’t spread to Takahashi. It’s already spread to other parts of the world. Today should be a pretty normal day at school with my friends, Kyoko and Hiroshi. “Hi Kyoko!” I greeted. Kyoko was my best friend in the whole world. We’ve been friends since grade school. She has long, green, thick, wavy hair that falls all the way down to her lower back. Her body is amazing! The curvature of her hips, the size of her chest, and she’s 163cm tall (five foot two). I’m only 146cm, and I have a flat chest! Sometimes I wonder if I hang out with her because I like her or because I envy her! She’s had at least sixteen boy friends in her past. As for me, zero. My life stinks! “Hi Anzu. Have you seen Hiroshi?” “No, I haven’t seen him anywhere.” “Oh, I hope he’s not sick or something.” I hope he doesn’t have bowel mushrooms! “Anyway, did you hear? The government’s going to try to stop the mushroom from spreading.” “Yeah. I heard their covering all the school classrooms in plastic and making everyone wear these weird costumes to keep the mushroom out.” “Really!” Kyoko rolled her eyes. “Why don’t they just evacuate everyone and do things normally for once?!” “Are you kidding? Do you know how crowded those refugees are?! They have people sleeping on four-decker bunk beds with one foot of space between their face and the mattress. It’s like military bunk beds.” “Yeesh! really?” “And besides, what if you evacuate people who’ve caught the mushroom all ready? Wouldn’t it still spread? And if everyone is covered up the mushroom can’t spread to anyone else. It would be trapped inside the persons suit.” “Yeah, I guess so. But how would you even go to the bathroom anymore?” “I don’t know.” Things have been getting pretty weird at the school lately with this fungus going around. What if I’m next! DX “Anzu, don’t look now but here comes Rokou san.” Hiroyuki Rokou?! The boy of my dreams?! The one with thick, wavey, dirty blonde hair and defined muscle tone?! The one with those luminous blue eyes who’s 171 cm tall?! The one who makes me wet myself every time I lay eyes on his angelic beauty?! “Hi Kohaku san!” He smiled warmly at me. “EEP! H-Hi R-Rokurou san!” I stuttered before he walked off. “Whew!” The bell rang for class to start and my friend and I had to go separate ways. My bladder’s starting to act up. I should probably use the toilet before I go to class, but if I’m late for sensei’s class again I’ll be suspended. I’ll just go next period. “I have an announcement to make about the bowel mushroom before we start class this morning.” Said the sensei. He teaches biology, the most boring subject in school. “So, is it an actual mushroom that grows out of peoples butts?” I asked. The class snickered. “This is serious business guys. People are bleeding to death from this infection. As for your question, the fungus looks more like mold from the time of infection to death. Research shows that when depleted, the fungus dose sprout mushrooms, and that’s where the real problem arises, because mushrooms have spores that the wind caries off in the air we breathe. New fungi are born from those spores when they get consumed or come into contact with the anal area, and that brings us to our announcement. To prevent the fungus from infecting you, government officials will be coming here today with insulated walls and protective gear. In short, they’re covering everything in plastic, including your butts. They say you don’t need to cover your mouths because the fungus can’t cultivate from there. It cultivates inside your bowels since the fungus is designed to feed off your feces. I don’t quite get how that works but prepare yourselves.” He paused for a moment. “Everyone in the community will be wearing depends and an air tight seal under their clothes from now on until further notice, including students, peers and you’re parents. The bathrooms will be sealed off by insulated walls and used as changing champers. Showers in the school will be sealed off in place of out-door portable showers, and for the home, bath tubs.” The crowd began to buzz. “Diapers, really?!” one student retorted to another. “Why couldn’t we just sleep on those military beds!?” “I know how disturbing it seems, but if you think about it, astronauts had to wear adult diapers in outer space during voyages. So it’s not completely out of the ordinary. “Gee, thanks!” Another student retorted. “It will feel very weird for the first week or two, but you’ll eventually get used to the idea. This is a matter of survival now, and we’ll do whatever it takes to deal with the global situation.” Diapers!? How will I gain the courage to ask Hiroyuki out now?! And to think that he’ll be wearing diapers too, and my parents! This is so embarrassing! Stupid Mitsuyuki and his stupid poop burgers and his stupid mushrooms! Ooohhh! I really need the toilet now! I couldn’t sit still. My bladder bulged at the thought of wearing diapers. I started shifting in my seat in a sad attempt to get comfortable. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs and shifting my butt back and forth. I tried really hard to sit still, but I couldn’t concentrate on the lesson. It seemed to drag on. The clock ticked as slowly as possible just to make me mad. Only half way through class, my bladder became really full. I started rocking in my seat and pressing my hands into my crotch to stem the urge. “Are you okay Anzu?” Someone asked me. “Uh, y-yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Hehehe! Eeep!” I through my hands down to my crotch as I felt a wet spurt of pee spit into my plain white panties and form a small dark spot. They had a sewn line that connected the panties around the groin area, you know, the standard type. Though the damage was minimal, it had begun. The lips of my girlhood felt wet and slippery., as if breaking the seal. Now I had to manage with sheer will power. “Yeah, okay Anzu. Look, we’re all a little nervous about this whole thing. I hope this ends soon.” Nerves, when I thought about it, I figured it was nerves. “I hope so too!” I sighed. Nerves or no nerves, I still had to pee really badly. I felt my legs quivering from the pressure. Fifteen minutes had passed and I was double crossed. My double crossed legs bounced up and down and I rocked frantically back and forth. I could barely concentrate on my bladder, let alone the lesson. I just waited anxiously for the class to end so I could use the toilet. I couldn’t stop groaning as the pressure wined at my flood gates. Another slippery spurt leaked in my underwear. My face burned red hot from the warm, gush of liquid now leaking onto the seat through my skirt. The dark spot on my panties grew into a marble, but the stain on my skirt was as big as my ear, making my whole crotch feel damp. A tear dripped from my eye when I looked up at the clock and realized I still had thirteen minutes to go. Three minutes had gone by and a slow, gradual stream of liquid oozed out and groped my butt cheeks. A puddle formed at the seat of my skirt bigger than a baseball, but I was stubborn. I felt wet and miserable sitting in my own toilet seat. I only hoped I could leave early enough to beat the line up at the toilets. I crammed my fists in my crotch to hold it, and I realized that it was my own weakness and fatigue that allowed spurts to come through. With every waking breath I felt myself slowly going insane. The clocked ticked exponentially slower until finally, a miracle happened. The bell rang. I sprang up from my wet seat when I was interrupted by my sensei. “Anzu!” He shouted promptly. I froze in place with my underwear dripping urine on the floor. The class erupted into shocked laughter seeing the obvious splotch on the back of my school uniform, a green skirt with a white strip along the bottom, a white shirt and red tie. It took at least a minute it seemed for the class to settle down. “I just need a couple of minutes to finish this up okay?” He smiled warmly. A couple minutes!? My heart sank. At that point I could barely wait two minutes if I was lucky, but I knew in my heard the line was building up at the door as we speak, and I’d have to get to my next class by the time the wait was over. I would have to sit through a whole other class like this. Tears streamed down my eyes. I sat in my puddle defeated. It took him three minutes to realize that he would need to continue the lesson tomorrow, and dismissed us. In a panic, everyone crammed their books in their bags. I rushed out the door with false hope and saw that the dreaded line was there. I waddled to my next class and sat down in the seat with my wet skirt, looking up at the clock. I poured my entire body and soul into keeping myself from getting any soggier. I just took deep breaths and meditated during the class to calm myself down. I tried to think about other things, like my friends, and Hiroyuki, the boy of her dreams. Despite the blaring, throbbing pain in my bladder, I was able to wait a little longer. I just challenged myself to go as long as I could without checking the clock. Pretty soon I found myself at a mental sleep state. “Anzu!” “Huh, oh, yes sensei?” “Pay attention, this is important.” There goes my happy place, at least my skirt dried a little bit. I dared to look up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. In all that time, only fifteen minutes had passed. I felt my crotch lips spazing out as they spilt drop after drop into the seat. My panties were soaked to the bone by now. I quivered at the warm slippery feeling of pee drenching the bottom of my skirt. I forced my fist into my crotch and managed to stem the flow. By that time the puddle had grown to the size of a basketball, easy. I crushed my vagina in the clench of my fist until it hurt, but it was the only thing pinching off the flow. The front of my skirt got wet from the panties underneath. I just had to hold it until the end of class. I began to shiver and sweat. My body grew cold. My mind began to go numb. I squirmed in my seat like an angry eel in a pot of boiling water. My butt squirmed in my wet seat and my legs rubbed hard against each other, shifting left and right, up and down, all around. There was no rhyme or reason to my patterns at that point. I just squarmed randomly as the pressure pressed hard enough to compete with the clutch of my hands. Another long squirt slipped through my skirt and past my fingers. I checked the clock at least every five minutes, if I was lucky, then soon I started checking the clock every thirty seconds. I still had twenty four minutes to go till the end of class. To make matters worse, I felt pressure coming from my bowels. It couldn’t get any worse. “Anzu. You think you can help me solve this? I always forget how to cross cancel here.” I froze. “Anzu, can you come up and help me solve this?” Tears started to flood my eyes. I quivered with desperation and I felt a sudden, long stream of pee leak before I got a grip again. The puddle started to peak out from under my skirt. “No sensei!” I cried. “I can’t!” “Why not?” She puzzled. I paused for a long time with my face all but catching fire. “I need the toilet!” “Toilet, why didn’t you say so!? Go, hurry before you have an accident!” My brain just about blew a fuse. Why didn’t I just ask!???? Without a moments delay, I tried to stand up, but the rock hard pressure in my bladder forbade me to move. The class stared in awe as they watched. “I can’t move!” I cried. “Uh oh! Marcy?” She looked over at a Swedish transfer student. “Can you help her get to the toilet?” “Yeah!” She promptly got up and rushed over to my rescue, but I couldn’t move. She was the thinnest, lankiest, most flat chested girl in the school, even more flat chested than me, but slightly taller too. She had a bright, highlight blond ponytail braided down to her upper back. She tried to hoist me out of my seat. “STOP STOP, Stop! It’s gunna!” I groaned and whimpered. A powerful, audible jet of urine shot through my fingers and the puddle became more visible. My fragile tissue hung on by a mere pinky. She quickly shot her hand under my butt and lifted me up without breaking a sweat. She felt short, spazmic jets shooting agains her hand and ran out of the room with me in one hand, opening the door with the other. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. She put me down and let me stand on my own. She saw short strings of pee spill from under my sopping wet skirt while I still had my hands rammed in the hole. “Uh, oh! You think you’re going to make it?” “I don’t…” “Just hold it a little longer, we’re almost there okay?” Without saying a word, I let her drag me across the hall way, holding one of my hands. I got a grip and managed to hold it in until we got around the corner, but my heart started pounding when I heard activity going on where the toilets were. My pupils dilated. The government officials had already come to seal up the bathrooms with insulated, plastic walls, and I didn’t even have a diaper yet. It crushed me. I stood in the hallway next to Marcy and let the pee spray into the ground. It flooded my panties completely. A wet splotch crept down the front of my skirt and my pee spilt into the ground below, flowing down my legs and flooding my black, slip-on shoes and short white socks. I sobbed openly in the hallway while Marcy looked away to give me privacy. “Don’t worry about it.” She perked while urine flooded my butt with wet stickiness and flooded my entire spine with putrid shame. I collapsed into my own mess and buried my face in my hands. I wanted to die. I wanted someone to just shoot me with a tranquilizer, or better yet, a bullet. I wanted to puke. “Hey hey hey! Cripes, it’s not that big-a-deal! I peed my pants in the car once!” I tried to calm down a little as I hiced. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll join you.” I was at a loss for words, so I didn’t say anything. She pinched her skirt between her legs and stood there for a minute or two before I noticed pee trickling down her legs and a splotch sprawling over the front and back of her skirt. Marcy’s pee sprinkled into the floor and added to my puddle, making her socks wet too. The government officials took notice and tried not to stare until their boss out-right smacked them upside the head. “Get to work!” He scolded. Marcy and I took notice. I don’t know what kind of magic possessed me all of a sudden, but suddenly all my shame just went down the drain. “See? It’s no big deal. Me and my friends do it all the time when we play spin the bottle.” Marcy fixed her skirt as I stood up to give her a hug. I pulled her tightly against my body. Pee dripped from both our skirts into the enlarged, rippling puddle below. Her wet skirt pressed against my wet skirt and I embraced her. “Thank you.” I sniveled. “Don’t mention it. Now let’s go get cleaned up.” We walked off hand in hand like best friends down to the locker rooms where we’d fetch our gym uniforms.
  16. I Was 13 around the time in grade 6 It happened when downloaded some game called Slender or something there were a bunch of slender games i downloaded, the original and than another 7 other ones under a series called Slender's shadow which were insprired from the original, anyway, my friend came over who happened to be a girl who was 13 as well as me. and i just finished downloading all the slender games which i was about to dive into (i don't get scared from horror games mind you just mildly startled) but this girl (will remain nameless in case they google their name somehow and find this) was horrified and really scared of horror games and jump scares all the same so anyway she rang the door bell and i answered it and she said "hai" in her familiar voice and was wearing short blue shorts and a white top, she had brown somehwhat long hair in a pony tail and i told her i downloaded some really cool games and i wanted her to try them. (this idea to make her play these slender games popped into my mind as she hates horror games and it would be funny to startle her), she had never heard of them where as i had seen some youtube videos on it) anyways i was going to make her play it without telling her about it. she asked if it was scary i said no. (troll face) And casully we went to my computer room where i had it ready from where i was about to play it. i was starting up slender the eight pages and she said it looked scary i told her to sit in my master chair and put on my head phones. (yes it's epic) just to inform you how the game works so you dont get confused, the goal is to collect 8 pages without being caught by this thing called slenderman (guy in a black suit with a white face, google it if you don't know) anyway she is quite familiar with the controls for most PC games (A,S,W,D) I Told her how to use your flashlight in the game and sprint etc. anyway she seemed to know what she was doing. (she was scared the whole time mind you and it was really hard to convince her to play it) but little did she know i had my hands behind her in a sort of claw shape ready to startle her once a scare happenes in the game. after about 5 minutes she had 6/8 pages at this point slenderman pursues you crazily and i was waiting for the perfect moment to startle her little did i know she had to pee she had been moving around like crazy but i thought it was because she was scared... anyway i told her to look behind her in the game, she said no because she knew it was behind her. she was just turning a corner in the game and slenderman fortunately was right there and once you spot him close up a LOUD piano noise plays mainly to startle you and warn you that you have looked at him anyway right when she turned the corner in game and i heard that piano sound i slammed my hands on her shoulders and she jumped and screamed as expected i got her good! as well as Slenderman! it was the best moment ever i love scaring people! but little did i know in those seconds she was peeing herself right in my chair... i heard the pelting of her pee hitting the chair and boy she had ALOT of pee, her ass was completely soaked and so was the chair and the floor below. her face was red and she was very mad at me she said the her parents would be angry at her if they found out and she would be embarassed. she said it was my fault so now i had to clean up the mess she left her shorts completely soaked i got a towel and mopped up her mess and she left saying that she would be in huge trouble after i cleaned most of the mess off the floor and both the chair i put the pee soaked rag into a closet and shut down my computer. I was completely turned on by the whole event and the next day she phoned me and said that she made it to her bedroom and changed and showered without being caught she said i was lucky that she didn't get into trouble. After that we continued to be friends until after grade 8 when high school came we went seperate ways and unfortunately we never really saw each other again. Unfortunately this was my only experience with a girl wetting herself, i have yet to see more Sorry this is pretty much my first post i should have space it out into paragraphs but i was too lazy :p also sorry if i make any typos i typed this kind of in a rush but i read over it and check over it. also i did not have the pee fetish at that time unfortunately. otherwise i would have completely lost it.
  17. LionByrd Chapter One: Jamie’s Promotion “I’ve been reviewing the personnel records, and I just realize, that you have someone on your squad that has been passed over for promotions at least six times. Would you care to tell me why?” The man behind the desk had dark sandy hair and cool dark eyes. He was probably nearly thirty years old, maybe even older. The gentlemen he was addressing were a man with a black pony tail with a dark tan and a scuzzy small beard just starting on his chin. The other man was a redhead with freckles and green eyes. “It’s a girl,” the darker man started. “She has been having problems since starting with the team.” “Then why is she still here?” Seth asked, his hands coming together so that his fingertips touched. “May I?” the redhead interrupted. Seth nodded at him. “The girl has some personal issues, but she’s very talented, and her academic record is among the best of the team. We would definitely lose an asset if she were turned away from the team.” “And yet, Eric,” Seth smiled over the tips of his fingers. “You have kept her at rank three cadet status. What kind of problem would warrant such action if she is so good?” “The doctors say that her problem is stress related, sir. They have even recommended getting rid of her, but she has no desire to quit training, and we would really be losing an asset if we followed this recommendation.” “Just what is her problem?” Martin, the darker man answered. “She has wet the bed since starting here.” “Yes, I was aware that she was doing that,” Seth smiled. “She wasn’t the first, and not the last to have that problem.” “But it hasn’t gotten any better,” Eric went on. “She not only still does it, but has had daytime incidents as well.” “And this is the only reason you fail to promote her?” Seth asked the two men. They looked at one another, standing at parade rest in front of the team commander. Their white shirts with the rearing roaring lions’ silhouettes on the back of the shirts, on the back pockets of their cream colored dress pants, and above the right pocket of the front of the shirts. Under the lion symbol, just above the shirt pocket read the name Lionbyrd, and above the other shirt pocket were the names of the cadets and then four vertical blue outlined red bars on Seth, three on Martin, and two on Eric. They were in a small office with a bed to the left of the desk that they now stood before with Seth now lowering his hands as he looked up at them. “I do not think it is right to keep her at rank three cadet any longer. I will meet with her, her immediate supervisor, and the two of you in two hours, and discuss whether we will kick her off of the team, or if we will promote her. She cannot possibly stay a trainee forever.” “Yes sir,” the two junior officers nodded. Jamie, a light brown hair, almost blond girl with a reddish tint, sat at one of the desks in the team’s learning hall near the front, typing on a computer and reading the outcome. From the back, her white shirt was showing a bit of seat from the base of the neck, and her cream color pants were seated upon the chair. Above her left pocket, just above her name, were three round circles that were outlined in blue with red iris centers. Her hair fell just below her shoulders as she scratched her head thinking about the next thing to type into the computer. The rest of the learning hall was free of any people, though in the far back, she knew that three of the team’s upper officers were holding a meeting in the team commander’s room, and the other door to the rear of the learning hall, the empty conference had three windows that peeked into a room for twelve at the sides of the table, and one seat at the head. Jamie sighed as she thought about the question before her. She was trying to take the test yet again for rank four cadet, and couldn’t understand why she wasn’t either passing or being dropped by the program. She had seen her peers already gain two or three ranks in the time she had held the third rank, and she was becoming a little perturbed at just staying where she was. She looked up at the stage that looked over the thirty-five desks that faced it. On the stage, there was one other desk that faced them, there were three flags, and there were three other seats, one to the right of the one that was behind the head desk, and two to the left. What was she doing wrong? She looked through the question again, and still, the same answer as she had always given came to mind. She couldn’t think of a better answer, so left the question as it was. Something prevented her advancing, but she was sure that it was not the application form nor the submitted test that she had taken earlier in the month. Her knees closed unconsciously together as she pondered again what else she could write. Another young lady, this one with one blue outlined red vertical bar just above her name sat across from a boy with five red iris blue outlined circles above his name of Mike. Mike was yellow haired and blue eyed. His hair seemed to run wild around the top of his head, but it didn’t come down past his ears. The young lady had red hair that was cut short just below her ears. They had a chess board between them, and Mike was currently contemplating his next move. The girl, Amanda, was already thinking of two or three tactics that would follow this move depending on what Mike had done. “Promotions are coming up soon again, Mike,” she reminded him. “Have you completed the test for this term?” “Of course, I finished the test on the computer last night. I’m pretty sure I’ll get it again. Most of these questions are so common sense.” “Yes, but surely you study some before taking the tests, don’t you?” “Of course I do. Only a fool would try to take a serious test like that without preparing at all.” “Good. I’m sure you gain your junior grade officer rank soon.” “Amanda?” he had his head tilted and his mouth twitching just as he always did when he was about to ask an uncertain question. “Yes, Mike?” “When are they going to kick Jamie out of the program?” “What makes you think she’s going to get kicked out?” “She hasn’t been promoted in the last three cycles, and we were warned that if we didn’t get our black bars within seven years, we would be kicked out of the program.” “Well, it’s really not up to me, Mike. I don’t know what the leaders are thinking, but it is true, that at her current rate of progress, I don’t believe she’ll have her black bar before the deadline.” “Why do you think she isn’t being promoted?” “What do you mean?” “Well, she kids my butt at the shuttle simulator, and she’s pretty smart, not to mention she doesn’t do bad in tactics class either. I don’t understand why she’s not being promoted.” “I’m sure whoever is in charge has their reasons.” “Come off of it, Amanda. You are her sponsor. You must know something.” “Even if I did, I wouldn’t be obliged to tell you, would I cadet?” Mike became quiet. “Just drop it, alright?” Mike nodded and went back to the game. Eric walked out of the team commander’s office, actually, he was acting second in command, and held the rank of commander upon his uniform. He was also the first officer of the station, the captain of the station being Captain Strauss. He walked through the Lionbyrd training room, absently passing by the young girl they had been talking about. He smiled softly at her as he passed by having noticed that she was reviewing yet again her promotion test that would be reviewed by the board the next day. She was the only one in the training hall, which spoke about how much she was stressed about passing this time around. She surely knew that something was strange about her not passing, and she surely also knew that she might be kicked out of the program if she didn’t get promoted soon. He walked out of the training hall, through the door in the side near the stage, and into the common room where the rest of the team were enjoying some hard earned down time watching television, playing chess or fouls ball, and even taking a turn on the shuttle simulators. The simulator was a part of their training, but it was also run like a game, so that they actually enjoyed training on it. Currently, four people on the left side of the simulator combated against the four people on the right side of the simulator. It was set up so that the machine had a command chair in the center of each command station. One chair faced a command consul that faced the forward screen that showed the position they were in space, and their relative position to the other ship. Another chair faced a wall that had had three large screens displaying different things and a consul with buttons in front of that wall, that apparently were related to it. On the other side, there was a small consul that faced a half wall with glass. On this consul, there were other controls and a display screen that served some purpose towards the simulator. The pair of simulators were divided by a great wall, which made what each side did private from the other side, but those observing from behind the stage that the whole thing was set up on, could see the what both sides were doing as well as a screen that displayed what the two ships were doing just between the simulators and in front of the stage. Eric walked up to the chess game, rubbed his thumb and forefinger on his chin as though contemplating what Mike should do next, smiled, and then turned his attention to Amanda. “Seth wants to talk to you and Jamie in an hour. You are to take her and wait for him in the conference room.” “Do you know where she is?” “She’s back in the training room, contemplating her tests again. I swear, if half the team put in even half as much effort as she did, we would have the best team on the station!” “Don’t tell me isn’t going to get it again this time,” Amanda looked up at him. “Well, that’s partly what this is about. How is her problem going?” “Well, she still wets the bed about two or three times a week, and if she’s really stressed out, she sometimes needs to be reminded to use the toilet.” “Reminded?” “Yes, she gets so engulfed in trying to pass the tests and doing well in general, that she sometimes doesn’t go to the bathroom at reasonable times, thinking that she can just go as soon as she finishes, only she never seems to finish reviewing her efforts.” “I guess I should have asked her if she needed to go then,” Eric looked down at Amanda. “That’s okay. I’ll ask her now. I need to go get her anyway and make sure she’s presentable for the meeting anyway if Seth is meeting with her.” “I think Seth wants to promote her, but he wants to talk to all of us about why she’s stayed at rank three for so long and about her toileting habits or something.” “I understand.” Amanda stood up, gave Mike a stern look for a moment, and then turned and walked away. Eric sat down across from Mike. “You are not to repeat any part of this conversation to anyone. If it comes back to my ears by anyone other than Amanda or Jamie, I will have your records reviewed, do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Eric stood up, nodded at Mike, and then walked off towards the stairs nearest the entrance to the common room. It was up those steps, that the fourth squad rooms were located. Amanda walked into the training room, and she saw Jamie, her mouth taut with worry, her legs bouncing, and her hands frantically pressing keys on the keyboard. A tear slid down from her left eye, and Amanda already knew what was happening. She walked up to the front of the desk, pressed the computer lid closed, and looked directly into Jamie’s eyes. “You’ve wet your pants again, haven’t you?” she asked with a little smile. Jamie looked up at her. “We have to see the commander of our team, so I need to take you upstairs to clean up. We are going to have a meeting about your promotions.” “I’m going to fail again, aren’t I?” “I don’t know, Jamie. But I was told that they are actually going to have a meeting about that with both of us in an hour. Please come with me, and let’s get you cleaned up.” Jamie stood up, her pants dripping from the back, the puddle of yellow tinted nearly clear pee sat in the chair seat depression. “I’m sorry about the chair,” Jamie looked down. “It’s not a problem,” Amanda smiled warmly at her. “You can clean it up in a little bit.” Jamie nodded knowing that as punishment for wetting her pants, she’d have to clean all the wood chairs in the training room, and probably those in the conference room as well. An hour later, Amanda, Jamie, Eric, and Martin were in the conference room. Martin was by the head of the table near the chalkboard, and he turned his back to the other three. “Seth doesn’t feel it’s right, that you haven’t been promoted, Jamie,” he kept his back to the others. “You do know why you haven’t been promoted, don’t you?” Jamie looked down afraid to answer. She would have just figured she wasn’t doing something right on the tests or training if they were not in the meeting about it, and if Martin had not mention Seth’s displeasure about her being held back. She might have even guessed that it was because she was a girl, but Amanda had her first red bar, so it was unlikely they were singling her out because she was a girl. She had only one last thought, but if that were it, she figured they should just kick her out. “You were under too much stress,” Martin went on. “Eric and I’ve been talking about it at each promotion, and we’ve been talking with your training sponsor, Amanda. We couldn’t pass you while the doctors were saying that the stress was causing your problems because command would only add to your stress….” Eric took Martin’s silence as a cue. “We were worried that it would be too much for you to handle, to advance you before you were ready. You are of course, very talented, and we didn’t want to lose you. People that are stressed too much sometimes do worse than wet their pants, and we were afraid of pushing you beyond that. We’ve had Amanda keep an eye on you for changes.” At that moment, Seth walked into the conference room. He quietly took a seat while Eric finished his sentence. “Jamie? Amanda? Do you feel that Jamie really cannot handle the stress of advancement?” he looked into Amanda’s brown eyes. “She has been under a lot more stress trying to pass the silly tests and trying to revise her answers and figure out why she hasn’t passed, then she’d ever face as a supervisor on the team.” “Are you sure of this Amanda? Could you image her trying to explain to those juniors under her that she has a problem, and that they have to respect her even though she has trouble controlling her body?” “Yes. With all that she’s been through, telling her juniors that she has a problem would be a cakewalk, but besides that, there is no reason for her to even address it. She wets the bed all the time, but she only really goes in her pants during the day when she’s under a lot of stress. If she passed her tests, she would not be under as much stress, and she can continue her sleeping arrangements as she has them, so there is no reason for anyone to unnecessarily to find out.” “Jamie? Do you want to continue training, and to become a commander in the deep space ranger program?” “Yes sir.” “Then, it’s settled. You should have passed your examinations from the first one you failed, and we will be promoting you to a black bar as of tomorrow when your test results are out. Regardless of what your report says, you have enough points, and enough of a record to merit passing to junior lieutenant.” Jamie smiled. “So, get out of my training room, and get in the recreation room and have some fun cadet, and that’s an order!” Jamie stood up, looked around at everyone else who nodded at her, and then walked out of the conference room with her head held high. Seth then turned his attention to the others. “I know you all intended to protect her, however, we cannot be so bent on protecting someone in the program, even if they are very talented, that we jeopardize the team. As far as Jamie’s problems, I don’t want you monitoring them anymore. She’s twenty-three years old, and well old enough to think about her own problems on her own. If she comes to you with a problem, you can help her, but stop monitoring her for wetting. It isn’t helping her self-esteem. Understand?” “Yes sir,” the others said in unison. “Good, get out of my conference room, and leave her alone. Dismissed.”
  18. LionByrd Chapter One: Jamie’s Promotion “I’ve been reviewing the personnel records, and I just realize, that you have someone on your squad that has been passed over for promotions at least six times. Would you care to tell me why?” The man behind the desk had dark sandy hair and cool dark eyes. He was probably nearly thirty years old, maybe even older. The gentlemen he was addressing were a man with a black pony tail with a dark tan and a scuzzy small beard just starting on his chin. The other man was a redhead with freckles and green eyes. “It’s a girl,” the darker man started. “She has been having problems since starting with the team.” “Then why is she still here?” Seth asked, his hands coming together so that his fingertips touched. “May I?” the redhead interrupted. Seth nodded at him. “The girl has some personal issues, but she’s very talented, and her academic record is among the best of the team. We would definitely lose an asset if she were turned away from the team.” “And yet, Eric,” Seth smiled over the tips of his fingers. “You have kept her at rank three cadet status. What kind of problem would warrant such action if she is so good?” “The doctors say that her problem is stress related, sir. They have even recommended getting rid of her, but she has no desire to quit training, and we would really be losing an asset if we followed this recommendation.” “Just what is her problem?” Martin, the darker man answered. “She has wet the bed since starting here.” “Yes, I was aware that she was doing that,” Seth smiled. “She wasn’t the first, and not the last to have that problem.” “But it hasn’t gotten any better,” Eric went on. “She not only still does it, but has had daytime incidents as well.” “And this is the only reason you fail to promote her?” Seth asked the two men. They looked at one another, standing at parade rest in front of the team commander. Their white shirts with the rearing roaring lions’ silhouettes on the back of the shirts, on the back pockets of their cream colored dress pants, and above the right pocket of the front of the shirts. Under the lion symbol, just above the shirt pocket read the name Lionbyrd, and above the other shirt pocket were the names of the cadets and then four vertical blue outlined red bars on Seth, three on Martin, and two on Eric. They were in a small office with a bed to the left of the desk that they now stood before with Seth now lowering his hands as he looked up at them. “I do not think it is right to keep her at rank three cadet any longer. I will meet with her, her immediate supervisor, and the two of you in two hours, and discuss whether we will kick her off of the team, or if we will promote her. She cannot possibly stay a trainee forever.” “Yes sir,” the two junior officers nodded. Jamie, a light brown hair, almost blond girl with a reddish tint, sat at one of the desks in the team’s learning hall near the front, typing on a computer and reading the outcome. From the back, her white shirt was showing a bit of seat from the base of the neck, and her cream color pants were seated upon the chair. Above her left pocket, just above her name, were three round circles that were outlined in blue with red iris centers. Her hair fell just below her shoulders as she scratched her head thinking about the next thing to type into the computer. The rest of the learning hall was free of any people, though in the far back, she knew that three of the team’s upper officers were holding a meeting in the team commander’s room, and the other door to the rear of the learning hall, the empty conference had three windows that peeked into a room for twelve at the sides of the table, and one seat at the head. Jamie sighed as she thought about the question before her. She was trying to take the test yet again for rank four cadet, and couldn’t understand why she wasn’t either passing or being dropped by the program. She had seen her peers already gain two or three ranks in the time she had held the third rank, and she was becoming a little perturbed at just staying where she was. She looked up at the stage that looked over the thirty-five desks that faced it. On the stage, there was one other desk that faced them, there were three flags, and there were three other seats, one to the right of the one that was behind the head desk, and two to the left. What was she doing wrong? She looked through the question again, and still, the same answer as she had always given came to mind. She couldn’t think of a better answer, so left the question as it was. Something prevented her advancing, but she was sure that it was not the application form nor the submitted test that she had taken earlier in the month. Her knees closed unconsciously together as she pondered again what else she could write. Another young lady, this one with one blue outlined red vertical bar just above her name sat across from a boy with five red iris blue outlined circles above his name of Mike. Mike was yellow haired and blue eyed. His hair seemed to run wild around the top of his head, but it didn’t come down past his ears. The young lady had red hair that was cut short just below her ears. They had a chess board between them, and Mike was currently contemplating his next move. The girl, Amanda, was already thinking of two or three tactics that would follow this move depending on what Mike had done. “Promotions are coming up soon again, Mike,” she reminded him. “Have you completed the test for this term?” “Of course, I finished the test on the computer last night. I’m pretty sure I’ll get it again. Most of these questions are so common sense.” “Yes, but surely you study some before taking the tests, don’t you?” “Of course I do. Only a fool would try to take a serious test like that without preparing at all.” “Good. I’m sure you gain your junior grade officer rank soon.” “Amanda?” he had his head tilted and his mouth twitching just as he always did when he was about to ask an uncertain question. “Yes, Mike?” “When are they going to kick Jamie out of the program?” “What makes you think she’s going to get kicked out?” “She hasn’t been promoted in the last three cycles, and we were warned that if we didn’t get our black bars within seven years, we would be kicked out of the program.” “Well, it’s really not up to me, Mike. I don’t know what the leaders are thinking, but it is true, that at her current rate of progress, I don’t believe she’ll have her black bar before the deadline.” “Why do you think she isn’t being promoted?” “What do you mean?” “Well, she kids my butt at the shuttle simulator, and she’s pretty smart, not to mention she doesn’t do bad in tactics class either. I don’t understand why she’s not being promoted.” “I’m sure whoever is in charge has their reasons.” “Come off of it, Amanda. You are her sponsor. You must know something.” “Even if I did, I wouldn’t be obliged to tell you, would I cadet?” Mike became quiet. “Just drop it, alright?” Mike nodded and went back to the game. Eric walked out of the team commander’s office, actually, he was acting second in command, and held the rank of commander upon his uniform. He was also the first officer of the station, the captain of the station being Captain Strauss. He walked through the Lionbyrd training room, absently passing by the young girl they had been talking about. He smiled softly at her as he passed by having noticed that she was reviewing yet again her promotion test that would be reviewed by the board the next day. She was the only one in the training hall, which spoke about how much she was stressed about passing this time around. She surely knew that something was strange about her not passing, and she surely also knew that she might be kicked out of the program if she didn’t get promoted soon. He walked out of the training hall, through the door in the side near the stage, and into the common room where the rest of the team were enjoying some hard earned down time watching television, playing chess or fouls ball, and even taking a turn on the shuttle simulators. The simulator was a part of their training, but it was also run like a game, so that they actually enjoyed training on it. Currently, four people on the left side of the simulator combated against the four people on the right side of the simulator. It was set up so that the machine had a command chair in the center of each command station. One chair faced a command consul that faced the forward screen that showed the position they were in space, and their relative position to the other ship. Another chair faced a wall that had had three large screens displaying different things and a consul with buttons in front of that wall, that apparently were related to it. On the other side, there was a small consul that faced a half wall with glass. On this consul, there were other controls and a display screen that served some purpose towards the simulator. The pair of simulators were divided by a great wall, which made what each side did private from the other side, but those observing from behind the stage that the whole thing was set up on, could see the what both sides were doing as well as a screen that displayed what the two ships were doing just between the simulators and in front of the stage. Eric walked up to the chess game, rubbed his thumb and forefinger on his chin as though contemplating what Mike should do next, smiled, and then turned his attention to Amanda. “Seth wants to talk to you and Jamie in an hour. You are to take her and wait for him in the conference room.” “Do you know where she is?” “She’s back in the training room, contemplating her tests again. I swear, if half the team put in even half as much effort as she did, we would have the best team on the station!” “Don’t tell me isn’t going to get it again this time,” Amanda looked up at him. “Well, that’s partly what this is about. How is her problem going?” “Well, she still wets the bed about two or three times a week, and if she’s really stressed out, she sometimes needs to be reminded to use the toilet.” “Reminded?” “Yes, she gets so engulfed in trying to pass the tests and doing well in general, that she sometimes doesn’t go to the bathroom at reasonable times, thinking that she can just go as soon as she finishes, only she never seems to finish reviewing her efforts.” “I guess I should have asked her if she needed to go then,” Eric looked down at Amanda. “That’s okay. I’ll ask her now. I need to go get her anyway and make sure she’s presentable for the meeting anyway if Seth is meeting with her.” “I think Seth wants to promote her, but he wants to talk to all of us about why she’s stayed at rank three for so long and about her toileting habits or something.” “I understand.” Amanda stood up, gave Mike a stern look for a moment, and then turned and walked away. Eric sat down across from Mike. “You are not to repeat any part of this conversation to anyone. If it comes back to my ears by anyone other than Amanda or Jamie, I will have your records reviewed, do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Eric stood up, nodded at Mike, and then walked off towards the stairs nearest the entrance to the common room. It was up those steps, that the fourth squad rooms were located. Amanda walked into the training room, and she saw Jamie, her mouth taut with worry, her legs bouncing, and her hands frantically pressing keys on the keyboard. A tear slid down from her left eye, and Amanda already knew what was happening. She walked up to the front of the desk, pressed the computer lid closed, and looked directly into Jamie’s eyes. “You’ve wet your pants again, haven’t you?” she asked with a little smile. Jamie looked up at her. “We have to see the commander of our team, so I need to take you upstairs to clean up. We are going to have a meeting about your promotions.” “I’m going to fail again, aren’t I?” “I don’t know, Jamie. But I was told that they are actually going to have a meeting about that with both of us in an hour. Please come with me, and let’s get you cleaned up.” Jamie stood up, her pants dripping from the back, the puddle of yellow tinted nearly clear pee sat in the chair seat depression. “I’m sorry about the chair,” Jamie looked down. “It’s not a problem,” Amanda smiled warmly at her. “You can clean it up in a little bit.” Jamie nodded knowing that as punishment for wetting her pants, she’d have to clean all the wood chairs in the training room, and probably those in the conference room as well. An hour later, Amanda, Jamie, Eric, and Martin were in the conference room. Martin was by the head of the table near the chalkboard, and he turned his back to the other three. “Seth doesn’t feel it’s right, that you haven’t been promoted, Jamie,” he kept his back to the others. “You do know why you haven’t been promoted, don’t you?” Jamie looked down afraid to answer. She would have just figured she wasn’t doing something right on the tests or training if they were not in the meeting about it, and if Martin had not mention Seth’s displeasure about her being held back. She might have even guessed that it was because she was a girl, but Amanda had her first red bar, so it was unlikely they were singling her out because she was a girl. She had only one last thought, but if that were it, she figured they should just kick her out. “You were under too much stress,” Martin went on. “Eric and I’ve been talking about it at each promotion, and we’ve been talking with your training sponsor, Amanda. We couldn’t pass you while the doctors were saying that the stress was causing your problems because command would only add to your stress….” Eric took Martin’s silence as a cue. “We were worried that it would be too much for you to handle, to advance you before you were ready. You are of course, very talented, and we didn’t want to lose you. People that are stressed too much sometimes do worse than wet their pants, and we were afraid of pushing you beyond that. We’ve had Amanda keep an eye on you for changes.” At that moment, Seth walked into the conference room. He quietly took a seat while Eric finished his sentence. “Jamie? Amanda? Do you feel that Jamie really cannot handle the stress of advancement?” he looked into Amanda’s brown eyes. “She has been under a lot more stress trying to pass the silly tests and trying to revise her answers and figure out why she hasn’t passed, then she’d ever face as a supervisor on the team.” “Are you sure of this Amanda? Could you image her trying to explain to those juniors under her that she has a problem, and that they have to respect her even though she has trouble controlling her body?” “Yes. With all that she’s been through, telling her juniors that she has a problem would be a cakewalk, but besides that, there is no reason for her to even address it. She wets the bed all the time, but she only really goes in her pants during the day when she’s under a lot of stress. If she passed her tests, she would not be under as much stress, and she can continue her sleeping arrangements as she has them, so there is no reason for anyone to unnecessarily to find out.” “Jamie? Do you want to continue training, and to become a commander in the deep space ranger program?” “Yes sir.” “Then, it’s settled. You should have passed your examinations from the first one you failed, and we will be promoting you to a black bar as of tomorrow when your test results are out. Regardless of what your report says, you have enough points, and enough of a record to merit passing to junior lieutenant.” Jamie smiled. “So, get out of my training room, and get in the recreation room and have some fun cadet, and that’s an order!” Jamie stood up, looked around at everyone else who nodded at her, and then walked out of the conference room with her head held high. Seth then turned his attention to the others. “I know you all intended to protect her, however, we cannot be so bent on protecting someone in the program, even if they are very talented, that we jeopardize the team. As far as Jamie’s problems, I don’t want you monitoring them anymore. She’s twenty-three years old, and well old enough to think about her own problems on her own. If she comes to you with a problem, you can help her, but stop monitoring her for wetting. It isn’t helping her self-esteem. Understand?” “Yes sir,” the others said in unison. “Good, get out of my conference room, and leave her alone. Dismissed.”
  19. Hi, I thought I share one of my old videos from Anette. We used to have a website long ago, and this was her first video. Sorry for the quality and camera shake, hope you like it anyway, anette-light-jeans-woods.wmv
  20. Here is a story I wrote titled "The Interpreter". The story is about an interpreter at a conference that has consumed one too many coffees and desperately needs relief - too bad she is running late! I have a few other stories that I have written based on the same character (different travails, of course). Let me know what you think! -Max Moliere ------- The Interpreter Stephanie was under a lot of financial stress, trying to find work as an interpreter in busy Paris, a place already chock full of people fluent in many languages. Speaking German (and none too perfectly) turned out to be quite common in France and it had been weeks since her last callback. She was supplementing her meager income working in a pastry shop, but was still about to lose her apartment for lack of rent money. Then, out of the blue, an international non-profit hired her to be the interpreter for a conference presentation. They explained that their regular interpreter had left suddenly, and that a permanent position in Paris, for monthly conferences might be available; if she did well during this conference, she would be hired back and they would see how things went from there. On the day of the conference, she wore grey cotton full-back knickers, with white stockings under a heavy knee-length grey skirt, white blouse and frumpy blazer. A pair of open-toed high heels finished off the ensemble. “Very professional and yet invisible! Not flashy, but professional enough for the organizers to notice! And even some may think a bit on the sexy side!” she thought to her mirror, pleased. She grabbed a bagel and a pair of espressos at the café in the train station and started the long train ride from her suburban garret to the convention hall downtown. Once on the train, she immediately visited the beverage car, ordering her usual extra large coffee with cream and sugar; she was feeling hoarse and bought a liter of Perrier to bring with her to the conference. She finished off both beverages during her two hour trip (mostly spent reviewing her German dictionary for communication-related words and trying to stay awake) relishing the Perrier and remarking to herself that “the French are so refined even their water is better than everyone else!” The normally two hour train ride took forty minutes longer – the train ahead was experiencing mechanical problems – and Stephanie already felt that a visit the ladies room was probably in order. She hurried to the beverage car, but saw a long line around the tiny train WC, and as the train had started moving, she thought, “it really isn’t bad, I’ll go before the conference – they will have nicer restrooms there anyway.” When she got off the train, she found herself in a station with which she had no familiarity, unsure in which direction the convention hall lay. She walked a quarter of a mile in the wrong direction before finding her bearings and turning around. She rued the high heels as she walked briskly back the way she came along the uneven cobblestone street, trying desperately to make it to the conference on time, as she knew that it would ruin her chances of getting a follow-up job (let alone a permanent position) if the speaker was delayed on her account and everyone forced to wait (or be unable to understand the speaker for lack of a translator, which would be even worse). With a minute to spare she raced up the stairs in front of the convention hall. Thoughts of a restroom were far away from her thoughts as she confronted Mlle. Pinochet, the conference manager, at the top of the stairs pointing at her watch and giving her a look that told her she was already in trouble. “When I say the conference begins at 4 pm, and be there an hour early, I expect you to be there at 3. It is now less than five-minutes-to-four, there is no time to explain anything in detail. Follow me!” said Mlle. Pinochet, curtly. Stephanie followed Mlle. Pinochet up the stairs to the hall. The interpreter’s booth was near the back of the conference hall, open to the audience if they turned around. A high chair with a hard leather top and back were in the booth, along with a cheap oriental carpet; a single light overhead kept her visible, probably to make the conference look more impressively international – there was no reason she could not do this job from a booth behind stage, but conference organizers thought it looked impressive for some reason. She sat on the stool and put on the head piece and microphone, which was directly wired to the headphones used by the audience members via jacks at each of their tables, so they could hear her translate the speaker in real-time. “You will translate the MC for the first 20 minutes or so and then the first speaker. After the first speaker, there will be an intermission – find me in the conference hall office after. First floor right.” Mlle. Pinochet relayed, without emotion. As Stephanie sat down she remembered suddenly her entirely full bladder and her now strong desire to visit the ladies room. “Madamoiselle Pinochet, would it be possible for me to visit the ladies room real quick before the conference begins so that I may freshen up. I will only be a few minutes”, said Stephanie, professionally and without a hint that she really needed to go quite urgently. She prided herself on her composure and maintained a professional demeanor at all times. “she would certainly never in a million years guess how desperate I actually am to go, my face betrays nothing that I do not want it to!” she thought to herself haughtily, impressed by her own self-control and natural poise. “There is now no time, the MC is walking to the podium now” Mlle. Pinochet whispered sharply, as the audience grew quiet and the lights dimmed over the hall. “But madam!” whispered Stephanie, sharp and crisp, and now suddenly aware of a crackling in her headpiece, as the microphone went live just after her final plea. “Next time get here earlier!” said Mlle. Pinochet in a crisp goodbye, turning to head off to her office to watch the conference on the video feed and manage the speakers, annoyed that the translator had taken up her valuable and limited time. Stephanie turned and faced the conference, beginning her translation with the speaker's introduction, during which he thanked the conference staff and even specifically named Stephanie as the translator (obviously reading from a card and butchering the pronunciation of her difficult middle eastern last name), at which time the audience swung around and acknowledged her in her lighted booth, before again turning en masse to look at the podium. Translating is generally hard work, especially for Stephanie with her less-than-perfect German. But the MC was clear and easy to understand. “I got this. This conference will be a breeze and they are paying me $2500 for a single day with more work to come!” she thought excitedly. Followed immediately by, “But I really do need to pee, I wish I had used the restroom…how long did she say the MC would speak? 20 minutes? And then the main speaker – how long will he be? It cannot be longer than 40 minutes! I will go to the ladies at intermission. I’ve been in tougher situations than this.” Stephanie was bored by the first 15 minutes of the MCs remarks; other than the unexpected introduction, it was pablum about how great the organization organizing the conference was, fundraising goals achieved, etc. Very droll. But then the speaker said something which piqued her interest. “We will now lay out some of the technical aspects of our presentation equipment available here so that speakers in the audience can be ready for their group sessions, which will be held in the East Bay conference hall, rooms 17 through 30. After we dispense with the technical overview, Professor Zeissman, our keynote speaker will deliver the opening, finishing just before 530. We will then break for intermission and follow up with dinner and the remaining speakers until about 9 pm. Please enjoy the complimentary beverages and remember to have your parking ticket validated….” The MC droned on, but Stephanie was now nervous. Professor Zeissman would speak for a full hour after the MC? “I already need to go right now! A full hour! That will be a difficult feat!” She grimaced visually as she translated the words, thankfully unseen to anyone but the MC, who was not paying attention to her at all. She was now entirely all-too aware of her very full bladder. The wool of her skirt had stretched to accommodate the growing bulge in her abdomen. She continued translating, stifling the discomfort. She crossed her legs defiantly, showing maximum composure, appearing to pay full attention to her translating responsibilities and doing so without betraying even a hint of discomfort - the consummate professional. But still the MC droned on. Now nearly 20 minutes had gone by already and he was still going on about the technical limitations of the conference room computers. Stephanie was forced to uncross her legs to give her still-growing bladder room to extend, she moved to the edge of her seat, one foot forward of the other, bobbing against her chair. She struggled to translate the difficult technical jargon correctly, aware of how obvious a mistranslation would be to her tech savvy listeners. But still her mind was wandering back to her urgent need to use the restroom, and she missed a few words. At this point she knew she could hold it in, but translating needs concentration and she was aware that she was getting distracted by her… personal situation. As the translation wandered into computer-speak, Stephanie focused fully on the translation, allowing her feet to splay apart momentarily as she struggled to keep focus. She twisted her ankles nervously. Then she started arching her feet, subconsciously and not at all aware of what she was doing. “All conference computers utilize Windows NTFS floppy…file drive systems…as primary operating disk systems. Formats. but which are compatible with MacOS file systems when used with the provided Wet….” She stumbled. So distracted had she become following the translation that her control slipped. Immediately she was aware of it, crossing her legs quickly and stemming the flow. But there was no doubt what had happened – Stephanie had suffered a very small leak. During a momentary lapse of concentration, a few milliliters had trickled out - much less than a shot glass worth, but still undeniable. She was immediately thankful for her cotton knickers, which soaked up the entire mess without much effort. Had one been able to survey the damage, they would merely see a small dark patch - the size of a quarter - on the front of her cotton panties, barely enough to betray her little accident. “…WetJet Converter Pro software package.” She finished. She continued her translation, keeping her composure and looking not at the podium, but at the audience, to see if anyone had noticed. She was convinced that nobody had noticed anything of her slip up. But then she noticed a short, spectacled man in a handsome suit, probably in his early thirties or so, watching her from a dark corner table to her far right. Why was he watching her? Had he noticed, or was he just looking for the source of the obvious technical mistranslations and the awkward pause? She did not have time to ponder the man in the shadows much, as her mind continued to focus on her now partially burst bladder. She tightened her thighs together, thankful that the small accident had been stemmed in time. She put one hand up on her bladder, the other resting on her knee, and powered through the remainder of the MC’s remarks and the introduction to Professor Zeissman. During the pause and long applause from the audience as the professor mounted the stage to the podium, Stephanie pondered her predicament. Her thick cotton panties may have prevented any public hinting of her little accident, but the tiny wet patch between her legs had sapped her confidence. Her now moistened cotton gusset could only hold so much – what if she had been a few seconds later mustering control? What then? “But I wasn’t. I was in control nearly the entire time. Only for a moment did my concentration slip and then I was right back in control again” thought Stephanie, biting her lower lip.` Professor Zeissman took the stage and Stephanie began translating again. His speech was more difficult to understand, and she needed full attention to prevent falling behind. But there were long pauses for applause and to operate the slideshow presentation he was giving. Stephanie was already struggling to maintain composure, but the pauses were something she had not planned for. Each time, she was given a break of 30 seconds or so, her mind rushed to her overfull bladder, reviewing the many beverages she consumed over the course of the morning. Half of one espresso was now in her panties, the rest next in line straining her tight-clenched labia, her small hole pinched closed by the pressure of her thighs and the force of her will. The extra large coffee was now sitting in her abdomen, forcing her wool skirt to stretch to its limit. She prided herself on her professional demeanor and total composure. “Just an hour to go. I can manage…because I just have to.” These thoughts coursed through her head. And suddenly, the realization. What of the bottle of Perrier?! She had forgotten, but her body had not. At this moment her bladder was filling to its last, her kidneys aching for the space to send the rest. She realized that thighs alone would not stem what was coming – her hand moved to her bare thigh. She continued the translation, aware that hard as she squeezed, the pressure on her little round opening and her taught, rapidly tiring sphincter muscle was still growing. She put the heel of her hand against the hole and troopered on. it would have to hold. But it just wasn’t working. Maybe it was the carbonation in the Perrier, maybe the translation – whatever it was, her control was waning. Suddenly, she felt a contraction, her sphincter muscle began to spasm uncontrollably, she felt her labia dampen as a squirt came out – then another. And then two more. Lest she lost control entirely she moved to the edge of her seat, pushing the hard edge of the corner up from behind to bar her spasming little hole. She managed to block the flow – but only just barely. Four squirts was the remainder of the first espresso plus the entirety of the second. The gusset of her panties was overwhelmed and only the absorbing action of her panties saved her from public exposure. A wet spot the size of a queue ball soaked her crotch, the full backs covering her ample derriere were now soaked through. Twice she had lost control, the second time not from lapse of concentration – indeed it occurred, mercifully, during applause – but from her weakened will. She started translating again, knowing now that she was in big trouble. She put her hand up her skirt, desperate to regain control as she continued to power through the difficult translation. But she was no longer haughty. She knew now that the situation was desperate. “Has anyone noticed?” she wondered, noticing that the bespectacled man from the shadows whom she had seen before appeared to be watching her intently. She looked up at the clock, aware that she did not look entirely professional doing so. She was both wet and desperate now, and her translation was increasingly shoddy. At the next break for applause, her only thoughts were on her situation. “I need a toilet. Now. Please, I just need a toilet! That is all I am asking!” her eyes begged the stranger in the audience, now openly watching her none-too-private struggle. She looked down as she started back in on the translation, watching only the floor while she spoke the words as clear as possible. Her hand was now all the way up her skirt, pressed against her soaking drawers. This was it. She knew now that she had almost no chance. She should have run now and feigned illness, accepting the firing in exchange for sitting down on some cold white porcelain and releasing her gallons of pent up urine. But she did not. Her struggle continued, still private, since she was still translating, but increasingly it was evident to all in the audience that the translator was not quite right – maybe she was a little tipsy? They really shouldn’t let staff drink before these type of presentations… Stephanie was in agony. With two-and-a-half hours, her bladder was now full with 24 oz of coffee and 34 oz of water, a total of 54 oz; she was closing in on a half gallon with nowhere to go. At least not counting her already soaked gusset - which could take an ounce more… maybe two? She leaned forward, struggling now on two fronts – she struggled with the translation at the same time her thighs were quivering for release, her finger most inappropriately shoved up against her pee hole to hold back the inevitable. The last pint was delivered to her overfilled bladder. She suddenly realized that she desperately needed those two ounces. “It’s better that it happens by my own volition. I can control it that way, keep the damage to a minimum. I’ll just relieve the pressure a little until I reach the toilet. Two ounces will buy me at least 10 minutes. And nobody will notice such a small amount in this dim light” she bargained with herself. Stephanie glanced at the clock near the podium. 4:40. Twenty minutes to go. Ten minutes could make all the difference. So began a dangerous, desperate controlled released – only two ounces, maybe three. She began by just removing her hand from her crotch. She calmly called out the last line before a pause for a change of slides. Stephanie prided herself on her ability to maintain control, and this controlled release was to be no different. Nobody would even know, and she would gain the relief she desperately needed. “…and as you can see from chart A16, bridging……ahhh, the digital divide requires the transformation of conventional media modalities.” She sighed after “bridging”, as she opened her dam and let out a little bit. Slowly her panties moistened, as if she had sat in a puddle. She continued translating, occasionally pausing and breathing noticeably heavily. And then she cut it off, tightening the muscle and cutting off the flow, she pushed her thighs together and put both hands up her skirt. All hands on deck. The man in glasses was staring at her boldly, a sly smile on his face. She could not see his eyes, but they were on her and she knew it. She was acutely aware of her predicament - that the tops of her stockings were visible, and that she had both hands up in her crotch, her pale white thighs, full and curvy, exposed for anyone to see. Stephanie had dearly purchased her 10 minutes. The pint of Perrier was now entirely in her bladder and she could feel a cold drip on the backs of her thighs. The last accident, however intentional, had soaked her bottom thoroughly and directly into her skirt. The rest was deflected down by the hard leather chair to her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings – just enough absorption to save the carpet. The man in the spectacles moved closer and stared at her intently from the shadow on her right, standing now, a cigarette in one hand. Her eyes fell to his black, shell cordovan shoes, finely crafted, obviously expensive. The speaker continued and Stephanie bit her lower lip, trembling, desperately trying to translate but missing entire sentences. “I can’t hold it any longer! I need a toilet! NOW! Emergency! Emergency!” screamed her brain. Her arms went to her sides as she held her thighs together to fend it off, now at the very edge of her seat. To her credit, she gave it a noble try. But in the end, the inevitable happened. “….and so, a huge quantity of data is effectively stored in a very small space….::cough::....excuse me”, Stephanie said irregularly. The thought of small space gave her a pause, she coughed as she felt a moistening, quickly shut off with much effort. “….in a very small space, ah, which ah, confines the data into a streaming………………….ah, into streaming data. “ When she mouthed the word “streaming” she lost it for about five seconds. A torrent let loose, streaming down the seat and hitting the floor at her heels, noticeably. The spectacled man in the shadow smiled on. “”Free from the constraints of traditional limitations on speed and volume ahhh, download….ah, they can ah, that is, one…” she made it only a little further before losing control again, wetting for a full ten seconds of awkward pauses and barely audible (but still audible) sighs and moans. “…one can imagine the full benefits of streaming data to listen at any point, whether in the car, at the office, or even from the bathroom ………. ahhhhhhmmmnnn! Even from, ummm, even from the bathroom toilet…………………………..I can’t, umm, ohhhhh!” This was it – when she heard it in German, she had no chance to translate “bathroom toilet”. In that moment, every last defense gave way – her thighs opened, her labia quivered and split, and her hole, holding on by sheer willpower, was utterly shattered by a single word. The tortured little hole opened up and a stream came out, full and strong. In an instant her skirt was soaked; two pints streamed down and fell to the floor in a loud torrent. Stephanie was humiliated. She got up, turned around and faced the wall as the torrent became an uncontrollable river, the headphones fell down, now picking up the rush of pee whizzing out of her under such pressure. She soaked everything. There was no thought of stopping now. People turned around and pointed, some laughed and others cried out. Stephanie peed and peed, not even considering stopping once she was broken – a long, uninterrupted stream followed for nearly a minute, soaking the back of her skirt while she panted and apologized. “I’m sorry. Ahh…mmmm! Yeahhhh. I couldn’t hold it….I, uh, mnnnnnnn, really needed the restroom, but, ah..mmnnn, ok, good, ok, yeah. I ..I’m sorry.” The man in the spectacles kept his phone up the entire time, taking in the scene to enjoy again later perhaps. Then he put out his cigarette and he was gone. Stephanie stopped peeing and jumped out of the booth running for the bathroom, humiliated. She would not get the long term job she had hoped for, indeed her adventures in Paris were now over.
  21. This might belong in the links section however it's not so much a link as an update to a great site that has come back from the grave after a funding dry spell. www.wetting-video.com a site that has already been posted in at least two places, is back up and running! They've found a way too keep going, which is fantastic, because streaming content for our variety of interest is not that easy to come by. Go check it out!
  22. One of my favorites from WHP apparently does other places as well. This looks a little dated so apologies if it's a repost, but this is one of the few times I've seen a desperation video get dragged out for over 20 glorious minutes. http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Nathalie-wets-herself
  23. I've been lurking around here for a while, and recently noticed that more active measures have been taken to try and make lurkers become assets to the community, so to start off, I've written the first post of a fiction story I hope piques some interest as well as other things. Writing is something I've passionately been doing for halfway to a decade now, so feel free to leave commentary, all discussion (and desires) are appreciated and welcomed. I've left a .doc for anyone who wants to keep this around if it dies out. A Wet Future ~Rushed Traffic~ "I hate this stupid thing!" A young woman's voice spat from her bedroom, the sound of plastic hitting a wooden floor soon followed, "It never wakes me up when I tell it to!" The door to her room was opened by her mother, "Excuses, young lady," she said to the upset brunette, "Now get yourself up and out the door before the next Mag-Train goes without you. I refuse to give home to a daughter who can't manage the start of her career, honestly." "Yes mother," she sighed, lifting her cozy sheets off her light body, her undersuit stuck tightly to her form, its hexagonal pattern across every curve, its pure white sheen shown in the gentle sunlight, it was snug against her rear as she got up, she pulled it back down and rushed to her closet where she had set her formal wear for her second day on the job. She turned to run to the bathroom to get herself ready when her mother stopped her. "Jessica Hiten, you have five minutes to get from here to the station before the last train goes that will arrive before you are late. Just run through the Refresher and get out that door." Jessica groaned and rushed to put things on, her nipples still slightly erect from her admittedly wonderful sleep, she put on her shirt, long skirt, blazer, and grabbed her favorite ring from the hall dresser before running through the Refresher. Like a zap of electricity, her body tensed just for an instant as the Refresher woke her up, sprayed her with a generic purpose deodorizer, and recharged her undersuit in no time, the undersuit quickly tightening her chest and hiding her protruding points as a bra would. "Good Morning Jessica," a metallic, feminine voice echoed in her head, R0M-23 was her designated suit AI, and it was either hit or miss with how Jessica got along with it. Jessica grabbed her briefcase and put on her shoes she left at the front door after last night's work and bolted outside, the solid stone maintained as always, the nanobot sprays every week made sure things were up to code. "Not now Rom," she replied, "I woke up late again." The sound of her heels clacked against the concrete, the large Mag-Station sign flashed a couple blocks ahead of her. "This would not be a problem, if you would just remember to refresh me before bed, I would wake you up on time." "Well maybe next time you can schedule a reminder for me to do so before you go to sleep mode then." Jessica retorted, her rush halted by a red pedestrian light. "I do," Rom quietly stated as it combed her daily bio evaluation of Jessica, "Jessica, how late did you wake up?" "You woke up a couple minutes after I did, and here we are." Jessica replied back mentally, her arms flopped at her sides as she paced the crosswalk point. Albeit flying vehicles were created, many people still opted for land travel for their own comfort and personal fears. "I'm detecting increased stress levels from your sacral nerves. Is something the matter?" "No, I just wanted to use the bathroom before I left because of the late night project I was finishing for the presentation today. I drank way too much coffee last night..." The admitted awareness of her bladder caused her to gently tighten her legs together, "But I'm fine, I'll be on the Mag-Train and then up the elevator and on my floor in no time once I clock in." "Acceptable." Rom replied, as the crosswalk allowed for her to continue, she sped to the station among others of the late crowd, in the large scheme of things it were best described as ants filing themselves into their own little holes. The large majestic lightshow of a sign flashed red, indicating the train would be leaving in less than a minute. Jessica clacked her heels against the concrete through the terminal doors and up the stairs, she nearly tripped, but Rom stimulated her arm to catch the railguard at the center. "You do need to be more careful." It reminded. "Care is for those who wake up on time, Rom." Jessica sighed as she got herself up back to a stand and ran to the train. Which closed merely seconds after she went in. "Ten seconds to launch, please find a comfortable spot to sit or a place to stand and brace for launch." The terminal announcer said, the generic male voice for any train anywhere. Jessica looked around as she held her briefcase with one hand, every seat was taken, but it could be worse, she could have missed this. She grabbed one of the rails and held tight. With a loud and deep resonating boom, the train launched to a fifty mile start in no time, Jessica's small need however, was mildly magnified with the sudden shift in direction, and her legs tightened again, this time more visibly, but not many people could stand during a launch and not need to brace. "Two stops to Nuevo Grace." The announcer said, Nuevo Grace was her stop, the final stop on this speeding bullet. Again, from a solid 50-60 miles per hour to zero in less than half a second, the train stopped and Jessica braced once more. The shuffle of feet commenced as people got on and off, and all secretly rushed for the chairs that Jessica wanted. But her with late becoming a recurring theme, got none. "Ten seconds to launch..." Jessica dulled the voice out of her head with her own thoughts of how the presentation today was going to go, and how for such an early start she is enjoying the limelight on how her idea might help amplify the company's projections for this quarter. Maybe-- The train launched again and Jessica more visibly buckled this time, her bladder was filling still from her digestive system speeding back up to full steam again, there was apparently still coffee in there and she didn't like it. "One stop to Nuevo Grace." Once more unto the closed breach, as the contents of her bladder pressed against her walls at the stop of the train again. "Jessica, are you sure you will be alright? The stress is now at both your sacral and lumbar sections.--" "Yes Rom, I'll be fine." Jessica interrupted, as a seat cleared from the commotion that she could actually grab. She placed her small rectangular briefcase on her lap and held it in preparation for the next launch to her station. "Jessica?" "Yes Rom?" "I'm detecting other stimuli as well--" "Initiate Privacy Mode." Jessica interrupted mentally again, and Rom's voice silenced. She looked down at herself for a bit, she couldn't see her bulge, but she could feel it, she pressed her briefcase against herself as she held it tightly for the launch. This was going to be a long day. ~=~=~=~=~= I didn't want to give everything away in the first part, my favorite thing to do is write suspense in my fiction, but we'll see how suspenseful things get. A Wet Future 1.doc
  24. Heya guys, I'd thought I'd share a couple of experiences I've had recently - it's been a while since I have so I hope you all enjoy them both :) For those who don't know every weekend I have my sister stay over with me. She lives an hour away from me now so as you can imagine I clock up two hours of driving twice each weekend - and surprisingly I barely ever have any moments when I'm desperate... until the last two weekends :p Jumping back two weeks, on the drive up to drop off my sister on the Sunday I had had two cups of tea that afternoon before I left. I have an unusually large bladder so you'd think two cups wouldn't affect me as much as others but I also suffer with an insanely fast metabolism. Long story short what I drink hits my bladder very fast, usually within 30mins - and if I'm drinking a lot I'd say even as quick as 15mins! Driving up that day I was wearing my new dark blue/white summer skirt, a black vest top and black bra, and IIRC pink knickers (which doesn't surprise me, pink is a common colour for me!). I started feeling desperate about 20mins in, and even then was debating on when I should wee, whether it be at my mum's house or on a country lane on the way back home. As we got closer my bladder started getting fuller and fuller, and eventually I had to start bouncing in my seat to hold on. Even my sister picked up on this and giggled to herself, so at least I knew she wouldn't make things worse. We got to our mum's house and I dropped her and set off again by now I was busting and crossing my legs before I got back into the car and set off. Whenever I wasn't changing gear my hand was holding my weehole, trying to keep the flood inside my swollen, bulging bladder. I kept whispering to myself over and over "I need to wee, I gotta wee, where can I stop?" I could feel my weehole twitching and wanting to relax and open, but I held it tightly when I could. 10 minutes after I had set off I had gotten to a country lane where I knew I could pull over and wee. I slowed down and frantically looked around for a clearing where I could go. Eventually I found a spot - a muddy area on a large, wide corner. I knew that it was a highly-visible place but my bladder didn't care about that - it was either there or in my car :p I pulled over and jumped out, dancing on the spot as I hobbled round to the other side of the car. I looked around to make sure it was clear, and I just squatted, lifted my skirt, spread my legs wide, and let my wee stream out in a torrent through my knickers, soaking them through instantly. I nearly came just weeing there, it was so good to finally let it out. As much as I was enjoying the moment I had to finish quickly before anyone came nearby, so I was almost forcing my wee out, pushing out as fast as I could. Eventually my massive wee finished and I quickly stood up, flattened my skirt down, jumped in my car and sat on my hoodie that I had with me and carried on. I got back about 50mins later and it was then I was finally able to inspect what I had done - my pinks had dried a little bit but were still dark and damp, and it felt amazing to feel the wetness through them ;) At this point I thought that wouldn't happen again. So last weekend the drive up went much the same :p I was desperate early on and busting as I set off after dropping off my sister. Again, driving down the country lane I was looking for a place to wee again. I found a different spot, more crowded this time. I hopped out and was about to squat when a friggin' car started coming past! I had to stand and bounce, turning my back to the car to hold myself up my skirt and try not to wee my pink and white stripey knickers before the car went past. I was moaning under my breath, rubbing my weehole (and consequently, my throbbing clit ;) ) to hold it in just a few more seconds. Finally the car went past and in a heartbeat I squatted and weed through my knickers, as I had the week before. I swear this wee was even bigger than the last, making a massive puddle on the ground, pooling under my sandals and my bum. Again I jumped in my car and sat on my hoodie and drove on, this time enjoying my wet knickers, rubbing them up my skirt as I drove home on the motorway. And now for a story that I had last year - again on this drive home! :p This time I had skin-tight jeans on and I think I had blue knickers on this time. I wasn't desperate until I left from my mum's, but I got home busting and had a huge bladder bulge this time. I had to undo my jeans on the way back and was holding through my jeans every time I had the chance, bouncing in my car seat and telling myself to hold on, begging my bladder to hold on until I had gotten home. I managed it without leaking (just!) and got out my car quickly, bouncing in place as I locked it and walking slowly with my legs tight together until I got into my then-block of flats. I hobbled up the steps to the first floor and to my flat, holding myself tight through my jeans and pressing my fingertips into my quivering weehole. I kept saying to myself over and over "i'm gonna wee myself, i'm gonna wee myself!!" as I unlocked my door, darting in and running into the bathroom. I just jumped in the bath and let go, my bladder emptying fast and hard, my wee streaming down my legs and darkening my jeans rapidly. I just moaning and breathed heavily, holding my tummy and feeling my swollen bladder deflate inside of me. The torrent rushing out of my weehole was vibrating inside my knickers as it poured out, exciting my throbbing clit and making me almost cum as I soaked myself. After what seemed like an eternity, I sat down in the bath in my wet jeans and slid my hands inside of them ;) Let's just say that orgasm was well worth the wait! I hope you all enjoyed these stories everyone - I've set myself a challenge to not wee on these journeys, so by Sunday you might be reading another story of mine much like these ;) Love Bea Bea xxxxx
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