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  1. BurstingStory

    female Anna's Experiment

    Sitting in her biology class, high school senior Anna was feeling quite bored. She had only a month or so remaining of school, but was completely burned out by this time, and no longer wanted anything to do with school work. It was her last year of school, and she simply wanted to leave to go to college, having already been accepted to a small college by her house. Anything beat sitting in the dull high school classrooms all day. Anna was a bit of a quiet girl, she never really volunteered in class and sat at the back of the room every chance she got. Her appearance alone seemed to back this fact up. She had straight brown hair that stretched down towards her shoulder, to go along with her slim frame. She wore glasses that made her look a bit nerdy, which didn't help her popularity factor at all with other girls. Despite everything, Anna was a fairly smart girl, but found little reason to try in class. She received average grades most of her life, even though her parents were always on her case about putting in a bit more effort. However, in the past semester, Anna was completely zoned out. She had a D in the class, which was very unlike her, despite her high intelligence. With only a month remaining left of class, she had to bring it up, or risk potentially getting rejected from her college for not maintaining her grades. Anna did her best to try and raise her grade, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention in class, and she did poorly on tests. However, there was one final project for the class, which was a very high percentage of the overall grade. The teacher was explaining the project that would be imperative for their grades. They were all assigned an organ in the body that had an important function. The students would have to do some project on it, but it had to be unique, and that was left up to the students. Soon, after the teacher rattled off everyone in the class, she called Anna's name. Anna picked her head up a bit and listened closely. "Anna your project will be on the human bladder..." The teacher announced as she rattled off the rules of the project. "And to finish...this project is 10 percent of your overall grade for the class...so do keep that in mind." She cautioned as the bell rung for the end of the day. Anna got up and followed the herd out as she got in her car and drove home. Anna returned home and she went up to her room. She set her backpack down and laid down on her bed, wondering what to do for her project. It was nagging her as she had no idea what to do for it. The human bladder? What was she supposed to do with that? She thought for a while, laying on her bed while trying to think of ideas of what to do. As she got up to go to the bathroom, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head. What if she did an experiment that would test how long she could her bladder, and report her findings? It sure sounded weird, but it was certainly creative and Anna was positive that nobody would think of anything similar. She thought over it briefly, and decided on it. She went to the bathroom to secure an empty bladder and started gathering her materials. It would certainly be an interesting night. A few minutes later, Anna returned with her supplies for her experiment. She had several bottles of water, a towel and her laptop. She planned to record how much she drank, how long she had been holding for, and how she felt as she held. She had no idea how long this would last, but she was determined to make it count. As the hour hand reached six, Anna started to drink her first bottle, and her experiment started. (This was just an idea that popped in my head today, and I decided to write a brief starter. If you guys enjoy it enough, I'll continue. Let me know what you think!)
  2. Originally posted here. This is a story that I just have to share as it's the best real-life accident I've ever witnessed. It happened to a girl back in my High School 3D Animation class, I'll call her Michelle. She was 16, a tall, skinny, pale Asian, rather flat-chested, and on the day this happened she wore jeans and an all-white white t-shirt. The buses were fairly often late that year, so when you arrived on campus you often didn't have time to go to the bathroom as the bell would already have rung. On this morning, the first day of classes of the year as a matter of fact, Michelle arrived in the class just a bit late. It was a fairly large fine arts classroom, divided in two sections, one with these tall desks with stools instead of chairs, and the other with computers. I noticed Michelle because I have this thing for Asians, but I had no idea she had to pee at this point. Either way, we're told to fire up the computers and just play around with the 3d program for the duration of the class. So we sit down on the computers and Michelle takes the seat right next to me. From the very beginning of the lesson she sits on her foot and fidgets, and at one point she says to the girl next to her, "I gotta pee". (She had my undivided attention at that point ). She keeps fidgeting all the way through the lesson, and at one point gives up playing with the computer and pulls back the chair a little and just sits there trying to hold it in. Now, of course I'd seen plenty girls desperate in class before, but I'd sorta given up hope of ever seeing a wetting because they'd either leave the classroom without permission or hold it until the bell, so I sat there thinking what a pity it was she wouldn't wet herself. How very wrong I would be . About five minutes before the bell, we're told by the teacher to get back to the desks. Michelle, her need to pee probably worsened by having to walk back to the desks, sits on her stool doing this kind of "pedalling" with her feet, if you know what I mean, moving her feet up and down rapidly, obviously desperate to pee and counting minutes until the bell. I didn't want to stare, but I would look in her direction occassionally to "check on her". Then, a few minutes before we're dismissed, I take a look and she is suddenly sitting completely still, looking down at her desk with her mouth half-open. I remember her blushing the way some Asians do, right below the eyes. When we were dismissed the class left through two doors, and when she got out, after everyone else (taking really small steps, obviously bursting to go), she had a star-shaped spot on the front of her pants. I remember that I found it funny that it really didn't look wet, it just kinda had a darker colour than the rest of her jeans. I don't know if she made it or flooded herself because she went down a different hallway than me, but the bathroom was a ways away (half a minute to walk, but probably really far in her condition) and I imagine she probably at the very least peed more than she already had before she made it. Given that this was a big school with crowded hallways, even in the fine arts section, a lot of people probably saw her predicament, too. I feel sorry for her, but I'm incredibly grateful for having witnessed such an awesome desperation and accident, even though she didn't flood herself in front of us.
  3. Morgan91

    female No Pee Breaks in P.E.

    From the album: Morgan91's Art

    Lita thought she could hold on until the end of class.
  4. An original short story I decided to write. Simple young female unintentional desperation and wetting with humiliation. She is 14 so if that or any of the other is not your thing, turn back now. There is no sexual content in this fiction. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My first day of high school was pretty average I guess. Mostly just met our teachers, got our school IDs and textbooks and whatnot. Did I make any friends? No, but that’s okay. I can worry about that later. Right now I just want to get home after a quick pee break that I really need right now. I make my way to the bathroom but instead I'm met by caution tape over the women’s restroom door with a sign saying “closed for maintenance”. “Crap!” I mutter, frustrated as I bounce in my spot. What the hell, they were just fine when I walked by them before my last class an hour and half ago! A janitor comes out with a mop bucket and sees me standing there. “Sorry kid, someone thought it would be funny to put firecrackers in the toilets.” He says, as he walks by. “Excuse me.” Great, just great. My average day got worse. I groan as I leave the school and just head straight for the buses. Fine, it’s whatever, I should be able to hold it until I get home. Hopefully. I sit down at a bench, cross my legs, and hug my backpack in my lap. Thankfully the bus doesn’t take too long to come. Bus 363 stops in front of the curb and I quickly get on and find a seat near the middle. I curl up against the window, set my bag on the seat and try to not think about my almost full bladder. As the seats fill up, another girl decides to sit next to me. I turn my head to look at her. The first thing I notice about her is that she has much bigger boobs than I do. Not that I’m jelly or anything. I’m perfectly fine with my… a cups. Yep. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” She looks over to me as she set her bag down at her feet. I shake my head no. Her clothes are more fashionable than my red shirt and jeans. She has a really pretty sparkly light blue sweater and white pants. Her boots match her top, and my old converse shoes have fresh gum stuck to the bottom. I lift my foot up and try to scrap it off on the floor. My bladder aches in pain as the bus starts moving again and I shift in my seat. “I’m Sarah Chester.” She introduces herself as she sways her long strawberry blond hair behind her head which was beautifully styled compared to my boring short brown hair. Wow, are we already on a last name basis? “Allie.” I reply. “Oh, I think you were in my homeroom!” Her face lights up. “Oh, cool.” I say, not so enthusiastically. It’s not that I don’t want to try to make friends with this girl, it’s just I have to PEE SO FREAKING BAD that I literally can’t concentrate much on a conversation right now. Every bump in the road makes this stupid bus bounce which is only making my bladder scream. She stops talking for a few minutes, probably because she thinks I hate her. I shove a hand between my legs and wiggle them. I hope Sarah doesn’t notice, but of course she does. “Are you okay over there, Allie? You look… uncomfortable.” She asks, concerned about me. “Um... yeah I’m fine.” I give a sheepish smile without making eye contact. You’re not going to get a lot of info out of a shy girl, especially about her bathroom needs. Sarah shrugs and turns away for the moment. She keeps talking about her school day every couple minutes but I could only give short answers. I can’t think about anything other than how much I urgently need a toilet. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how much homework-” Sarah stops mid-sentence when a loud popping sound came from outside the bus. I jump in my seat, startled from the sudden noise and I immediately start to leak in my pants. It took every ounce of my strength to stem the flow as I grab my crotch and hold myself tightly with my legs crossed. I feel a small wet spot under my hand. “What the HELL was that?!” She says loudly as the bus wobbles and pulls over the to side of the road. This isn’t happening… this is NOT happening. Dammit, now what? The bus driver stands up. “Tire blew out, guys. Sorry but it looks like we’re going to be here a little while.” He says over the intercom before he begins calling someone over the radio. “No.. please no.” I mutter as tears began slowly welling up in my eyes. I continue holding myself. On a scale of 1 to 10 on how badly I need to pee, I am at a solid 9 and it’s only climbing higher. 14 year old me starts crying in her seat because she’s about to have an accident in her pants. Sarah looks over to me, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Wow, are you okay, what’s wrong?” She looks down at my lap and her mouth opens as she seems to have put two and two together. “Oh no. That’s not good. Are you going to be alright?” I take a deep breath. “I don’t know…” I reply softly, my voice cracking from desperation. Sarah wraps her arm around me and supports me with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Allie, you’re going to be okay. Just hold on tight!” Yeah, what do you think I’m doing? This is so embarrassing! I hate that I have to hold myself like this. Everyone that looks my way will know I really have to pee but if I remove my hand I’ll wet my pants for sure. Having Sarah there makes me feel better, emotionally at least, but I can’t help but think I’m just putting off the inevitable. Every minute feels like an hour, and every minute I feel like I'm going to lose it completely. I clench my eyes shut as tears flow down. Sarah hugs tighter. “Do you want me to see if I can get something for you to pee in?” I couldn’t reply so I just shrug. Pulling my pants down and peeing in a bottle on the bus is not what I had in mind but at this point I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. In the back of my mind, I’m positive that I’m not going to make it home without having an accident but I can't think like that. I can't pee my pants, I just can't! I cry as the pain from my bladder grows stronger. My body shakes with desperation. Sarah asks around for a bottle or anything. Thankfully she didn’t give any details, but it still got people to look our way. I felt stares. I look up and saw the boy in the adjacent seat glancing at me. I turn my head away and shot from a 9 to a 10. I begin leaking more in my pants every couple seconds. I place my hand on Sarah’s shoulder and she turns to me. “Sarah… I’m not going to make it.” I confide in her and began sobbing. She hugs me again and pulls her backpack up to the seat. “Allie, it’s okay. I’ll block the view.” I’m so glad she does, because right at that moment, I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder gives up and pee gushes out, drenching my jeans. Relief comes quickly, as does utter humiliation. I close my eyes tightly and drown out the world around me as I wet myself like a little girl. I don’t believe it. This is a nightmare. I can feel my pants soaking with pee with my hand still tightly clutching between my legs as it flows under me. “Stop staring at her, asshole!” She shouts. I could feel her pushing her bag closer to me. As I finish peeing my pants, I hear some guys outside the bus talking. I look out the window and saw they had changed the tire already before I look over to Sarah. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe this happened.” My voice still shaking from the sheer embarrassment. I look down at myself. I had completely flooded my jeans from my crotch, all the way down my legs and into my shoes. A large puddle is underneath my feet. “Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. It’s just an accident.” I felt her hand on my shoulder once more as she hugs me again. This time I hug back. I want Sarah to be my new friend. Maybe a best friend. “Sorry about the delay folks, we’re back up and running now.” The bus driver announces over the intercom before sitting back down. Sarah kept me blocked from peering eyes as the bus drives off. “Thank you Sarah.” I look to her and smile. “Can we be friends?” I ask, hopeful. “Definitely.” She smiles back. I start to feel much better now. Still embarrassed. But at least i made a new friend. I just hope I can get home before my parents so I don’t get a talk. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading if you got this far. Please let me know what you think.
  5. > Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy! > First part is here: The New Move Part II And so the gaggle of girls left the poor tortured girl alone with her accident in the now empty lockerroom. The faint smell of her puddle snapped her back into reality, setting a deep churn in her stomach at what had just occurred. A furious flicker of emotion weaseled its way into the sophomore as she clenches her fists about how poorly they treated her, but it’s quickly replaced with regret and remorse. She was 17 years old and had just peed all over herself and the school locker, the filthy thought rolling through her mind. Even worse, at their whim the whole grade or even the whole school would find out. It would be a noriety that no one would ever want. The sobbing girl recalled the boy who peed himself next to her on a field trip to the museum and how fast the story had spread. He had his hands shamelessly holding himself, squirming about and asking her how long until they were home. Travis had begged the instructor to stop on the bus ride home, but within five miles of returning to school she could hear the audible hissing from her seatmate. Lillie tried to spare him by looking away, to at least spare being entirely humiliated. She considered taking her water bottle and emptying it on him saying she spilled it, but it was too late. The instructor let out an attentive gasp, causing all of the students to spy on what was happening. Within two days the no-name lone Travis was transformed into Pisspants and mocked almost endlessly. The whole school could point out who he was from then on and he found himself constantly picked on. Her mind then wandered to what they would call her, with Lillie’s face transparently showing how much dread she felt as to what had even yet to come. A few silent tears streaked down her face, she was still a new student here and having this so soon into high school would ruin her. Lillie paces over to puddle she had made, staring down at it trying to think the situation through. She sees her puffy-eyed and distressed reflection in the clear liquid below her. Grimacing, she picks up her pants and panties and tries to mop up the side of the locker and the puddle, before cringing and throwing them out in the trashcan just outside of the locker room. A few stray beads of urine dropped on the way, but if it made the accident any amount less obvious than it was for the better. The sophomore hurriedly skitters off to the bathroom to wash her hands and clean up, dabbing her inner thighs with damp paper. Lillie hastily packs up her things, making sure to steer clear in case the janitor came by, she felt bad enough, another witness would make it even more horrifying. She gave a call to her mother, saying she had to finish up for a project and would just head into town from there to meet up with Jena. Her mother cheerfully wishes her a good time, the appreciation of the call obvious in her voice. The shaken sophomore takes the short walk into town, hoping the night would help to distract her. ------------------------------- Jena waves her friend down, now adorning a plaid green shirt instead of her restricting school uniform, already with a table and chocolate milkshake in front of her. “Hey! Sorry, I think chocolate milkshakes are a weakness of mine and you were a little late.” She gave a warm smile, assuring there were on ill feelings on the late comment. Lillie timidly waves back and shifts into the adjacent booth to sit across from Jena. The young girl was doing her best to not seem bothered, but simply from a stuttered greeting, Jena gave her strange looks. “H-hey yeah. I just... I just had a project.” The lie even seemed to sour Lillie’s mouth, it didn’t feel right. “A... project? This early in the year? Ew, what class is that for?”, Jena very clearly had suspicions, but left them by the wayside for the time being. “It’s in... in...”, the lie made it so much more difficult. Lillie finally succumbed and folded, letting her have at least part of the story. Lillie gathers herself before exposing herself, “I a-accidentally embarrassed someone on the soccer team... and they wanted to get me back for it.” Jena’s left eye twitches at the mere mention of soccer team, “The soccer team? That’s rough, they’re brutal. Are you okay at least?” The hesitation in her voice made it plain she was refraining from asking just what had happened. “I wasn’t for a few hours, but I’m okay now. They made me pretty upset.” Lillie held her tears welled up in her eyes, managing to hold back the flow. “Here, want me to make you feel better? I’ve had experience first-hand.” Jena gave a pause and locked her lively yellow eyes with the teary green of Lillie. “When I was a sophomore I made fun of this one girl behind her back for wearing too much make up and one of her friends told her what I said. I was just sort of gossiping, didn’t mean too much harm by it. Well, turns out she was a starter for the soccer team.” Jena gave a quick pause while her sophomore friend ordered a vanilla milkshake, furthering her story. “Huge mistake there, I noticed a few girls give me dirty looks, which I thought was the worst of it. Turns out they had something much more planned for me. We were swimming for gym class and after getting out of the pool, I always liked to shower to get all that chlorine and crap out of my hair. I hopped in the shower stalls they have and closed the door and started rinsing myself off, but when I went for my towel and swimsuit, I watched as it was swiped away before my eyes. I covered myself as best I could and opened the door to catch the culprit and met face to face with like four girls.” Jena took a quick sip of her milkshake, her face reddening in preperation for the rest of the story. “I started yelling at them to give it back and called them sick freaks. In hindsight probably wasn’t a good idea. Two of them grabbed my wrists, I tried to fight back, but they had such a good grip. They dragged me to the lockerroom door with me fighting the entire way and tossed me out to the gym. The bitches locked the door behind me, as I stood there naked, freezing, and wet, not sure what to do. I tugged a few times on the door, but with no luck, all I heard was giggling.” The older girl swirled her spoon around metal cup for the milkshake, now avoiding eye contact. Her yellow eyes seemed grim compared to their usual robust nature. “Turns out it was worse yet, there was a second gym class that was playing basketball in the main gym. Everyone started laughing or staring, either way I felt too embarrassed to move. I just stood, covering myself as best I could until some boy ran over and gave me his sweatshirt which he had nearby. Funny enough I dated him for a few months, didn’t work out, but strange how the world works, right? Usually when they toy with someone it’s only once then they leave them alone, so I wouldn’t worry too much.” Jena gave a light-hearted smile accompanied by her now flush cheeks, brushing her dark-hair aside in a short burst of anxiety. The story eased the tension Lillie felt from her escapade, softening her up to feel more comfortable at the diner. The girls polished off their milkshakes, paid their bill, and walked around the bustling Friday night crowd, getting lost in the nights’ activities. The weekend, as all weekends do, flew by in the blink of an eye with the dreaded Monday rearing its ugly head so soon. ------------------------------- The morning’s dreary start was only made worse by the pleasant weather that accompanied it, making it a difficult scenary to leave. Lillie gave her long blonde hair a gentle brush while walking and talking to Jena, easily her closest friend since moving to the new school. Lillie gingerly places the usual orange-red flower on her hairband to compliment her usual look. The loud disruptive school bell chimed in on their conversation about gym class, warning of only ten minutes until the day of classes began. The sophomore scurries off to her locker to get her books for her first class, on the way out wishing a goodbye to Jena until gym class. The girl knew she could make it to class on time, but the rush rattled her adrenaline slightly. She quickly walks to her locker and puts her combination in, it was a hasty stop, getting her book, and going on her way. Only something was different, there was a small package on the top portion of her locker with a note and her name on it. She gave it a curious glance and picked it up to inspect it, reading: "Lillie, We’re so sorry for that little accident a few days ago, so we thought we would help you out. Meet us in the 2nd floor girls bathroom with one on after 1st block or our little secret might become everyone’s little secret. Tata for now." Lillie cautiously lifts the lid to the cardboard box to have a box of adult diapers be revealed. She strongly shuts the lid to the box and stuffs it into her backpack in a panic. The sophomore feels her face begin to fluster and heat rise in her cheeks. She shifts uncomfortably back and forth for a moment, thinking about what her actions are, with a soft whimper making its way out of her. The happenings of last Friday came creeping back, the memory still haunting her. With a heavy gulp, she proceeded to her first class of the day contemplating faking sick to the nurse.
  6. secretwetlife

    Romeo and Juliewet

    Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead. I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes, stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking. “Hey.” I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat. “Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow squeak. Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again. Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be great, you know.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing over how opening night would go. Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You. Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.” I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,” I whispered. A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes, completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt butterflies in my stomach. What was going on? Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good. “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward, spinning toward the source of the noise. Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away. My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was equally red. He scratched the back of his head. “Well.” “Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that. Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again. Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his body pressed against me, to fight for breath. “Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on the lips before walking down the hallway. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin. “Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play began to unfold before me. “Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage. I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight really would be okay. “Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would get to be his real life Juliet, too. The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights flared back to life. I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go! I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of the stage. “God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!” I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried. “Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied. I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage and returned to my water bottle. I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing. All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time, though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the thought. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet. When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4 bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad. I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage. By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening night. So I continued to hold. It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines, but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage, lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.” The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just about to when the stage lights came back on. I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching. “How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!” As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden. Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now. “Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice, reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second too late. Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never stop. “O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor of the stage. My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion. He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when my pee would run out. As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the audience might be able to detect what it was. Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium. “….pee...” “….what that sound was…” “…so gross!” I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened. There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.
  7. Found this story online and thought it was pretty great, hope it hasn't been posted here before. http://neutronsprotons.com/2015/01/04/peeing-my-pants-in-high-school/
  8. > Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy! > Second part is here: The Troublesome Task > First part is here: The New Move The day was beginning with the most dreadful, gloomy overcast outside, reflecting Lillie's building concern for the meeting she was forced to have. It had all gone downhill so fast, a promising student starting a fresh slate in a strange new school to a hazed bully and top target of the girls' soccer team. Lillie stood in front of her blue locker and lightly tapped her head against the top of it with a soft 'thud', why this? why her? why TODAY? The sharp piercing ring of the 1st block bell chimed Lillie back into reality, a reality she would rather avoid today. The petite girl took a long draw of breath to calm herself for whatever horrible words the team had for their planned meeting in the 2nd floor girls bathroom. It was set to be after the 1st block class, so of course it gave her an entire pocket of time to brood over it. Lillie uneasily adjusted her uniform, brushing out the plaid skirt and gravely walking forward. The young girl set off to her regularly beloved American Literature class, somehow believing today would be difficult to concentrate. In the bustling halls, she wandered through the buzz of students rushing to their first class of the day. It felt as though the package of adult diapers she was bound to bring, although not heavy itself, was weighing her bag down. The burden was truly weighed on her conscious, now ever-vigilant to anyone even so much as watching her go through her bag. In the calamity of the school morning, a tall boy selfishly shoved into Lillie and her bag without seeing her and kept moving. The shove emitted a soft crinkle from the shameful diapers tucked away and even with no single student reacting to anything or likely hearing it from the chaos, Lillie felt her tension raise tenfold. The works of Arthur Miller were hardly enough to divert her panicked mind in American Literature. Even the task of bringing her book from her backpack seemed a daunting task, but was remedied with a hastily motion. The young startled girl nervously fiddled with her pencil through the duration of the class, barely a sentence could be recalled that her teacher had said. Lillie was unclear if she wanted this class to last forever or for time to fly by, but for the latter, time was more than accommodating. The flow of time decided to pitch itself in the other direction for the distressing walk to the 2nd floor girls' restroom. The sophomore's heartbeat could be heard in her ears, the simple walk seeming to be miles. It wasn't difficult to drown out the sound of the other students talking and heading to their next classes. Lillie wasn't going to her next class, she was heading to her demise. ------------------------------------ The bathroom door stood before her and convincing herself this would be done with shortly, Lillie gathers inner strength and boldly opens the door. There were 5 stalls lined up in the bathroom, but the 2nd floor was used much less frequently, as there were plenty on the 1st floor in much better condition. This was the place known for sneaking away from class and troubles and even to appease the few that had taken up smoking. Not even a few steps into the tiled bathroom, the door closes behind her with a harsh 'click'. A grinning black haired girl previously obscured by the door turns the latch to lock it, "Well if it isn't pissypants, glad you could join us." Lillie's boldness melted away from her, it was hard to find the right words and being a prisoner in the bathroom now, retort didn't seem to keen of an idea. "Y-yes, but I wanted to come here and apologize again." The raven-haired girl, still grinning, shook her head in disapproval, "We're well beyond that, sorry miss. Second stall." The way she said miss was razor sharp, cutting away any sincerity she might have barely had. Knowing any other choice was well out of the question, Lillie paced timidly to the second stall and opened the door. Two girls waiting inside quickly grabbed Lillie by the wrists and making it well aware that she couldn't move. She immediately identified the one girl as Lindsay, but the short blonde girl grabbing her left wrist was a new face. Lindsay, her face clearly caught up in the thrill of revenge spoke harshly, "Did you bring them?" Lillie, mustering up a little strength speaks up, "Yes. You're not going to make me wear them right? I just have to keep them in my locker for a week?" "The girls and I talked it over. For such a little girl who wets her pants, you'll be safer in diapers. After you wear every one in the pack, your punishment will be over." Even just hearing the words twisted the scared sophomore into what she was partially expecting, "Wear them?" "One a day and you'll be done before next weekend, sounds fair to me, especially cause, y'know, EVERYONE HAS SEEN ME NAKED THANKS TO YOU, STUPID BITCH." It was incredibly easy to see the anger flare in Lindsay's face and quite an intimidating expression. A shiver of fear ran through Lillie's body, "I don't have to... use them, right?" Lindsay's face quickly turned into a devious smirk, it could not bode well. "You're going to meet Kristy here in the morning as soon as you get in and she'll get you situated. You can't take it off the entire school day. Then after your last class and she can take it off for you, but for NO reason can you take it off during the day, you little baby. So I guess you'll be okay if you can hold it like a big girl, but looking at the video, that might be tough for you. I can still smell that disgusting mess you made in there, the poor janitor." Lindsay cruelly laughed to herself, while Kristy held Lillie's arm down emotionless. "If you don't play by our rules, I have a friend for the morning announcements, it would be a shame if your peeing video was shown first thing in t-". "Okay, okay! I understand, but can we start tomorrow? I have a presentation in 3rd block." "That would be convenient, wouldn't it. Sorry, wish I could. Mel, care to do the honors?" The short black-haired girl made sure the door was locked and began to pry through the bag of Lillie, easily spotting the adult diapers. "Well lookie here, she actually did bring them, good girl." With a loud crinkle she popped open the bag and brought a brightly colored pink diaper out of its case. With both Lindsay and Kristy restraining Lillie, she set to preparing. In a swift movement, Lillie's skirt was lifted and her panties brought down around her feet, her lower half naked to the world. The sophomore was not resisting, being strongly outnumbered it was out of reason. It of course, compounded with the fact that her punishment for resisting would be twice as bad. The crinkling diaper was soon tightly hugging her body, leaving a slightly noticeable bump when her skirt was rested back down. In a harsh pull, Mel forced Lillie out of the panties she was once in, "And taking these so you don't get any ideas of changing out, it fits so right, stupid baby." With that, the girls proceeded to leave Lillie in the bathroom, alone, as a tear rolled down her cheek. It was the start of a really bad week, she could feel it in her gut. Lindsay opened the door and with a cackle said, "See you at the end of the day."
  9. omoking

    Girls in high school

    Hello omoking here I would like to ask if you had any girls in high school who you wished to see desperate to pee or wetting themselves
  10. This is a story that I just have to share as it's the best real-life accident I've ever witnessed. It happened to a girl back in my High School 3D Animation class, I'll call her Michelle. She was 16, a tall, skinny, pale Asian, rather flat-chested, and on the day this happened she wore jeans and an all-white white t-shirt. The buses were fairly often late that year, so when you arrived on campus you often didn't have time to go to the bathroom as the bell would already have rung. On this morning, the first day of classes of the year as a matter of fact, Michelle arrived in the class just a bit late. It was a fairly large fine arts classroom, divided in two sections, one with these tall desks with stools instead of chairs, and the other with computers. I noticed Michelle because I have this thing for Asians, but I had no idea she had to pee at this point. Either way, we're told to fire up the computers and just play around with the 3d program for the duration of the class. So we sit down on the computers and Michelle takes the seat right next to me. From the very beginning of the lesson she sits on her foot and fidgets, and at one point she says to the girl next to her, "I gotta pee". (She had my undivided attention at that point http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png ). She keeps fidgeting all the way through the lesson, and at one point gives up playing with the computer and pulls back the chair a little and just sits there trying to hold it in. Now, of course I'd seen plenty girls desperate in class before, but I'd sorta given up hope of ever seeing a wetting because they'd either leave the classroom without permission or hold it until the bell, so I sat there thinking what a pity it was she wouldn't wet herself. How very wrong I would be :D . About five minutes before the bell, we're told by the teacher to get back to the desks. Michelle, her need to pee probably worsened by having to walk back to the desks, sits on her stool doing this kind of "pedalling" with her feet, if you know what I mean, moving her feet up and down rapidly, obviously desperate to pee and counting minutes until the bell. I didn't want to stare, but I would look in her direction occassionally to "check on her". Then, a few minutes before we're dismissed, I take a look and she is suddenly sitting completely still, looking down at her desk with her mouth half-open. I remember her blushing the way some Asians do, right below the eyes. When we were dismissed the class left through two doors, and when she got out, after everyone else (taking really small steps, obviously bursting to go), she had a star-shaped spot on the front of her pants. I remember that I found it funny that it really didn't look wet, it just kinda had a darker colour than the rest of her jeans. I don't know if she made it or flooded herself because she went down a different hallway than me, but the bathroom was a ways away (half a minute to walk, but probably really far in her condition) and I imagine she probably at the very least peed more than she already had before she made it. Given that this was a big school with crowded hallways, even in the fine arts section, a lot of people probably saw her predicament, too. I feel sorry for her, but I'm incredibly grateful for having witnessed such an awesome desperation and accident, even though she didn't flood herself in front of us.
  11. Ms. Landers was 30-year-old history teacher. She had dark hair, nice breasts, good-sized hips, and was wearing light-colored pants that day with a white shirt. Unfortunate for her, many of her male students suffered from OOD (omorashi-obsessive-disorder) lol. Ms. Landers was writing on the board, ten minutes from class being over, when all the sudden, she felt a twitch in her bladder. That twitch then became a sudden urge of bladder pain beating inside of her saying, "Bathroom time! I need to exit! Find a toilet please!" Those last ten minutes were the longest of Landers' life. Sadly, as she sat, feet up at her desk, crossed, some of the male students were extremely turned on. She felt the pressure inside building up and then the bell rung. She got up, grabbed her bag, keys (one of which was for the private teacher's lavatory) but placed them down when Kevin, a student came up. "Hey, Ms. Landers, I had a question about the assignment for tonight..." he said with a smirk. Her leg went back and started to shake from the growing desperation. "It's on this chapter on Washington..." Landers tried to focus. She said, "Well, basically the assignment is about how to put on a good government." Another student, Greg, was close by shaking his water bottle back and forth. Landers looked away in agony. She could feel she needed a toilet, now! "Um, Kevin, is that it, because I really have to-." "Oh sure, Ms. Landers. Thanks." Him and friends walked off, but were not done yet. Landers locked her classroom up and hurried down the hall crowded with people. They were not moving fast enough. She grew concerned remembering how she lost her first teaching job: she wet her pants in front of the whole class. Parents were angry that a teacher would do something so horrendous. This made her anxiety grow remembering that, and of all the kids laughing at her. She finally made it to the teacher's ladies room. Lucky for her, she was the only lady teacher on this floor, so it was very likely unoccupied. She looked at the door handle which had a "unoccupied" in the spot where the lock changed the sign. She placed the key in, breathed with relief, turned it and....tried to turn it again....and again, but it would not budge. "What the...?" she said. Landers looked and saw this key was not the bathroom key. Not far behind, the boys from class held the actual bathroom key. While Kevin had asked her questions for schoolwork, another boy sneaked it off her desk and removed the restroom key. Landers kept looking, through her bag, pockets, she was fighting a losing battle with her bladder. Out of frustration she started to bang on the door, wrestled with the handle. This only made it worse, as more of the OOD students saw she was desperate and wanted to part take on the action. Her stomach started to growl from a full bladder taking up space and she ran down the stairs. Every step was agonizing bumps of added pressure to the poor history teacher's bladder. "Oh boy," she said. "I can't have an accident. I can't pee myself in front of all fellow staff and students. Can't!" One of the students knew where she was headed. He made it to the teacher's lounge before her and occupied the one bathroom in there. Landers ran in, grabbed the bathroom door handle and the sigh of relief made her bladder start to give away thinking she was going to finally go. But, it would not open. "No....No," Landers cried. She knocked on the door and said, "Umm....are you almost done in there? I really, really gotta go." The student remained silent, turning on the sink at full blast and flushing the toilet. The student said in a ruffled voice, "I had a bad stomach ache. I can't really tell you." The sink and toilet watery sounds made her almost lose control of her orb of pee inside of her. Ms. Landers could not wait! She ran out of the lounge and down the hall to the handicap bathroom. There was no key needed, it locked from inside. She was just about there when Mrs. Alheart, a new teacher, young, hot, ran right past her in tight black pants, and black jacked, brown high heels, and pushed Landers out of the way to the ground. Landers grabbed her crotch, almost losing it. Alheart, before closing the bathroom door, said: "I'm so sorry!" Alheart started to bounce. "But I've been holding it all day. I can't wai-" she slammed the door and locked. Landers wanted to wait, but could not. She needed a bathroom like yesterday. She hurried down the hall, legs inwards at the knees, seeing the students, teachers, realizing in great fear she might have an accident in front of everyone again. She could lose everything, her job, friends, respect in the town. Her heart raced, and she reached one of the student restrooms. They had multiple stalls, and she went in. All four stalls had a member of the cheerleading squad standing in front. Landers begged, "Um, um girls, excuse me but I really, badly have to," as she rushed in the girls pushed her away one by one. "We see the way our boyfriends look at you all the time," a cheerleader said. Each one was a girlfriend of the omorashi obsessed teen boys. "This is not so much personal, but punishment. If making you wet yourself gets you tossed out of this school, I'm for it." The other girls nodded in agreement. Landers' heart raced faster. "What? But girls I...I...." one leg automatically crossed the other. She held herself, hopped in place. "Girls, pleasssse. I just signed a lease on the new apartment for another year. I can't lose this job." "Too bad," one of the cheerleaders said. Landers almost broke down in tears but started to feel it. Urine was breaking through. Her bladder had reached the max capacity and then some, so it was started to head out whether she liked it or not. She rushed at the stalls again fighting with all her might but the cheerleaders pushed her out. Right before she went back in someone grabbed her from behind. It was Principal Powers. An old, grumpy man. "Ms. Landers, I have been hearing talks you have been holding inappropriate positions in front of students." Landers said, "But sire, please I..." Powers said, "No no no, we need to talk." He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into this office, seating her across his desk. Ms. Landers was holding herself on her light-colored pants which would clearly show any leaks. She worried about the embarrassment. Her legs crossed waving around over the other. Powers went on to explain, "Now, whether it is from some urge of tendencies or not, you must know that-." Landers could not hear him. Her nerves were making her shake too much, and she felt her whole stomach start to expand. Her mouth was shut tight in a frown. She had to find a toilet, a bathroom, now! Powers said, "Understand, Ms. Landers?" Landers nodded in agreement to nothing she heard. "Good. Then you can go back to your room and rearrange everything. Should take the rest of the day. Do not stop until it is done." Landers stuttered, "Y-yes, ssssssssir. I just need to go to the bathroom very fast." "Absolutely not!" Powers said. Landers heart sank. "I asked you if you would forgo any bathroom or lunch trips the rest of the day to finish your room. You agreed." Landers could not believe it. Her own pain caused her demise. Oh, if only she had tried to focus better. Why is this happening to me? I don't deserve this....why!?!?" Powers followed her back to her room. This meant climbing up the stairs. She started to cry tears, knowing there was no way she could make it. "S-siirrr. Please. Just thirty seconds. I can't wait, I need the bathroom please." Right then, Mrs. Alheart, who stole the bathroom before, walked by in relief, drying her hands on cloth. "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it. How could I lose my key, face the occupied restroom, those girls and--wait? Landers realized the boys from class had done all this. She thought she saw her key on one of them while in the halls. She went to her room, saw that the boys had left their backpacks in her class out of excitement to follow her and cause her to become desperate. An hour later, the boys picked up their backpacks, laughing at a turned around Landers as they walked out. She was smiling......with an empty bladder.....and dry pants. The boys went into the hall and swung their backpacks on and out came splashed of yellow, smelly pee. Students turned around and gasped. They assumed the boys peed themselves. They all pointed and laughed at them and Powers who walked by Landers room to tell her it looked great, saw the boys. "Dear sweet lord. You boys are coming with me. I want you after school, every day, for the next month. I'm going to teach you to learn how to control your bladders." he pulled the cruel boys away in defeat. Ms. Landers had won the war. DELETED SCENE:****************************************** Landers did not forget about Alheart. After she went in the backpacks, Landers placed strong glue meant to fix walls on Alheart's seat. She also cut up a few of her laxatives and mixed it in Alheart's coffee mug. When the final bell rung, Alheart's class left. Her belly then grumbled. It was pain of expansion, and she felt her butt opening up. Her bladder had also become full. Alheart got up but couldn't. She was glued to her chair. Her heart sank and she said, "Oh.......no." She could not even cross her legs due to the glue. She grabbed her crotch and bit her lip. She did not have much time. It was coming out. She tried pulling herself up using the computer. She tried swinging herself off by force. Nothing worked. Her stomach growled even louder. So loud students and teachers looked in her room. Alheart was humiliated. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oh.....h-hey everyone I-." An eruption of hot force filled her stomach. Her toes curled up on those high heels, tears rained from her eyes. She could not believe what was about to happen. Her phone rang. A familiar voice said over it: "Hey Alheart, revenge is either sweet or stinky like what you're about to do. There's glue remover under your desk.....if you can reach it in time." The voice hung up. Alheart looked underneath her desk. There it was: glue remover. She bent down which was agonizing as it only pushed on her waste, she reached out desperate to save herself. She was crying so hard. "Oh come on, please please! I can't soil myself." Poor Mrs. Alheart reached as far as she could but it did not work. She thought and envisioned people making fun of her, her next job finding out about her accident. What if kids recorded it? I can't pee or poop myself. I can't! She used her leg to kick it over. Then used her feet to grab and throw the bottle up. All this made the pressure inside 100x worse. She could feel the beast slipping through the cracks. She used the glue remover on her butt and it worked. Alheart was free. She dashed into the hall. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it. Yes!" Then, Landers came around the corner and opened the bathroom door, smiling. Alheart's throat dropped into itself. She fell into despair. Landers occupied the bathroom. Alheart fought the handle but it was too late. "No No No NO!" People watched, some in horror as the hot teacher had waste of all kinds leaking out from her waist, pants zipper, and heels. She cried so hard and covered her mouth and many laughed. "Oh my god....O....I......can't believe it." It was a mixture of brown and yellow, her belly deflated, she felt it. "Look, Mrs. Alheart is going in her pants!" many students laughed. Alhearts worst fear had come true. She really thought she had made it. But she didn't. She saw Landers behind her. Landers said, "You're turn." Alheart, crying so hard, said, "Wh-why? It's not fair." Landers remembered why she got fired from her last job. "Life is never fair." Alheart could see all the people circling her, laughing at her unfortunate event. She was so embarrassed. She ran away, waste still falling. ALTERNATE ENDING******************************************************************************* "Ahh," Alheart said calmly. "Hey Ms. Landers. Thank you so much for letting me cut in front of you. It would have been humiliating to wet my pants in front of everyone." Principal Powers nodded. "Yes, indeed. I can't think of anything more career-crushing and humiliating." Landers looked through the shards of her tears. She felt like she could lose control of the body of yellow water inside of her any moment. Alheart tapped her foot heel, making a clapping sound on the floor. One of the OOD students came by and offered them some sparkling water. He said they were giving it to the teachers as a reward for being awesome. Principal Powers and Mrs. Alheart smiled. They took their cups as the student slowly poured it. Seeing the water pour, making a splashing sound, made Ms. Landers erupt into uncontrolled pain. She didn't know what to do. She blushed, tears ran down her face, knowing she was going to lose. She thought, I can't believe it is happening again. All I wanted to do was go pee. I'm going to have an accident, and everyone will see it! Landers' legs were twisted. The student held a cup in front of Ms. Landers as well asking if she wanted. She shook her head very hard. But the student poured it slowly right in front of her face. She watched in horror as some drops even splashed her face. She felt her bladder moving around inside. Landers ran. Legs tight together, but ran. She had to make it to the bathroom, she just had to. She was not watching, and one of the OOD students spilled his water on purpose so she slipped. He caught Landers, but it caused her legs to spread and scared her. Her panties were hit, and people stared as her pants had a stain that went from small to huge in seconds. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Ms. Landers yelled. It spread out through under near her shoes. Pee even got on her shirt. She stunk and was soaked. No one deserved an accident this embarrassing. One of the boys said, "Dang, maybe we made her wait too long." Ms. Landers cried as it just kept coming out. Many of the girls ran away, the cheerleaders stood by nodding in victory. Principal Powers came by and looked outraged. "Ms. Landers! I can't believe this!" Landers cried and begged, "But sir......I......please, I-." "YOU'RE FIRED!!! And I'll make sure this incident stays on your record for any future interviews you may have." Landers could not believe her ears. She was still raining from her pants. She lost everything. People left as she fell to her knees in her own pee. Hands on face, crying in defeat.
  12. dodedrea

    The New Move

    > Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy! > Third part is here: A Taste of Revenge > Second part is here: The Troublesome Task ---------- The high school’s notorious clock tower rang in the foggy morning with its low and ominous droll. The fog seemingly dulled the noise, the warning bell ten minutes before classes started. It was a dreary morning, with blurry figures only being revealed from the concealment a few feet in front of one’s own face. The students shifted towards the building’s entrances, the distant individual shadows melding into one. The lanterns outside of the bricked building served as a sort of lighthouse for the students in this gloomy autumn morning. Unfamiliar with the school, Lillie fumbled in search of the main entrance, poking around to try and regain her bearings with a minute map. A few beads of sweat anxiously dabbled the young girl’s forehead, plastering several stray blonde hairs to her head. She only had a simple ten minutes to find the entrance and the room where her English class awaited. It was a particularly humid day, but the unease of her first day in this high school made the sophomore so edgy she could scarce keep still. A stray drop of sweat snaked its way down her cheek, but the young girl quickly mops it up with her sleeve. She adjusts the cross-patterned green hairband on her head, ensuring the orange tiger lily was still tucked in the side. Some thought of it as immature, but it meant a great deal to her and soon became one of her quirks. A pang of concern caused the mousy girl to blindly stumble into another person, their details quickly refining into another female student. ‘Oof!’, within an instant, the two were on the ground in a tangle of limbs. A new level of panic shot through Lillie, scrambling to assist the girl in getting up and gathering her things. “I’m sor- I’m so so so sorry! I’m new here and thought I would be late and I woke up late and thought the teachers would hate me if-“. Two notebooks and a few papers of the victim lay sprawled out in the grass and walkway, only to be scooped up by a very apologetic Lillie. The embarrassed girl nervously brushes back her long blonde hair, waiting for a response from the now disheveled student. A minute sting of pain struck her scratched hand, but she disregarded it to ensure everything else was fine. Her mandatory black school uniform jacket and white shirt below were a little ruffled, but nothing a quick adjustment couldn’t fix. The petite girl rose from the ground now adorned with a few scrapes on her knees. “No! Don’t worry about it, I was just caught up in my thoughts, I shouldn’t have been just standing in the way like that. I’m Jena, don’t think I’ve seen you around before?” She politely brushes a patch of dirt from her grey skirt and corrects the wrongdoings of her short dark hair. With a limited hairstyle, it was only a second of brushing her hair to one side before she felt satisfied with it. The smaller framed girl glanced up with soft, friendly yellow eyes, revealing the sincerity in her words. Lillie’s eyes drifted towards the scrapes on the small girl’s legs and cringes at the discomfort she put this girl through. “I’m... Lillie. Just moved into town last week.” Her lively emerald eyes meekly peered towards the ground below to break eye contact. It was pretty obvious she was mortified to hurt someone so soon after her beginning. “... Today’s actually my first day.” Jena’s face was overtaken by a comforting smile, “Oh! Welcome then, what year?” She began to pace forward slowly with first block so imminent and Lillie mimicked. “Sophomore”, muttered the blonde girl, almost as if bothered by it. The petite girl paused, almost as if pondering it for a moment, “Nothing to be ashamed about, I’m only a junior.” The booming school bell gave another single heavy chime, sending the small girl off in a hurry. “Crap! Have to get going, class is on the other side of the building, see ya around Lillie!” “S-sorry again, bye!”, the words clumsily left her mouth. In a bound of good fortunate, Jena had led the confused sophomore up the main entrance and her first class was only a short stroll down the hall. The school was more up-to-date than her previous, with freshly tiled floors and a crisp modern feel to it all. Lillie gingerly took a seat towards the back of her first class. The first class of the day went by without issue, a tentatively bland and dry course with a healthy amount of homework to go with it. Secretly Lillie enjoyed the dated literary works they were covering, but it would be the last thing she would ever tell anyone. Her stomach churned as the sophomore peered down at the schedule in her hands, with second block gym following up her english course. Gym had never been her strong point other than swimming, so this was easily her most dreaded part of the day other than the stark awkwardness of finding a table at lunch. Lillie made her way loathsomely to the gymnasium, shuffling her way through the crowded hallway in between classes. The young girl opens up the set of thick wooden doors, revealing the expansive gym and a group of students all seated in the center. It was probably going to be the usual first day of gym, covering the course and what would be expected of them. Lillie took a seat towards the back of group, only to soon after spot the familiar form and dark hair of Jena. She muddles her way towards the girl, an acquaintance in a sea of unknown faces. “Oh, you’re in my gym class? I thought you were a junior?”, the whisper was almost difficult to make out, the blonde-haired girl trying to not interrupt the gym teacher’s syllabus. “Sometimes they mix classes up for gym and art classes, but hey! At least there’s one sophomore out of this whole group that I know.”, the yellow eyes of Jena scanned the group, only recognizing a person or two from the grade below her. The remainder of the period was uneventful, Jena and Lillie exchanged a few words here and there to distract from the dry material of the course description. Lillie’s classes went by quickly, meeting a few other peers and trying to familiarize herself with the day-to-day schedule. It was a change enough with how much more hustle and bustle there was here compared to her own high school. There should could probably name a grand majority of the students in the same grade and even a good amount in the entire school. It was a finite adjustment for her with an overall different lifestyle there. The sophomore shyly introduced herself to a few, but still felt that invisible strain of being an out-of-towner. The next few weeks went by uneventfully, the petite girl buzzing about her academics and familiarizing herself with this strange town. Lillie acquainted herself with a few peers, but ultimately felt ostracized for being the new student, almost grouped in with the freshmen. The trouble started on a brisk autumn Friday, their class was set to play volleyball inside the vast gymnasium. Lillie and Jena were chatting in the lockerroom about the upcoming weekend. “So, wanna head into town for a bit after school? Around 5 if you’re open?”, Jena extended the invite towards the still awkward sophomore. Lillie had to veil her excitement, for she really had a friend at the school now, it was a start. The two had been growing closer over the past few weeks and made the move that much less intimidating. It was a lonely start here, but the blonde-haired girl was starting to warm up to the town. “Sure! I’ll head home and then walk on over after, meet you at Clark's?” A small diner in town made its home as their meeting place. The gym class started out ordinarily, a quick drill and lesson about proper technique for serving in volleyball, then making teams. They split off into groups and started to form the teams. Lillie was agile enough, but just lacking that spot of hand-eye coordination that makes a great volleyball player. The small girl had rotated to the back row and spotted a high flyer coming towards and poised for the return. She forms her arms low and moves in, but staggers on one of her teammates’ shoes, stumbling into a fall. The blonde-hair falls into her eyes as she fumbles forward, her arms wildly clutching for something to spare her the tumble. Instinctively she feels contact with something, but still manages to land clumsily to the hardwood floor with a thud, a heavy pain hitting her knees and elbows. Still coming to, she hears an immense gasp and an eerie silence overtake the whole gym. No just the other team was staring at her, but the whole class. Time seemingly stood still, but after a moment Lillie realized they weren’t looking at her, but at something else. She slowly looks up to see the bare flesh of her peer, Lindsay, and the now askew gym shorts and panties, about halfway down her legs. In a shrill scream, the girl in front of her scrambles her hands downwards to cover herself up, bringing her clothes back up in matter of seconds. Frantically she tried to conceal her now revealed womanhood. The boys around were almost all smirking, exceptions only being those shyly turned away with blushed faces. Lillie’s terrified green eyes peer up to make contact with an infuriated set of blue eyes accompanied by tears. “I’ll get you back for this, I swear.” The girl, sobbing, sprints back towards the lockerroom. The gym teacher calms down the class as Lillie follows momentarily behind to apologize and ask if there’s anything she can do. She felt so bad, her clumsiness always caused so much trouble. Even worse yet, when Lillie entered the lockerroom, it was completely empty. She didn’t see the girl the rest of the class and carried her guilt the rest of the day. The remainder of the day she set to seeking out the girl she had wronged, but with no avail. The day came to a close as the last class let out and students piled into the hallways. It was a Friday afternoon, so the students were in more of a frenzy than usual. Lillie stood at her locker, stuffing her backpack with whichever books she needed for the weekend. Just as she was about to zip up her bag, a realization dawned on her. The green notebook with her notes for test on Monday wasn’t there. She sifted through the contents of her locker, interrupted by the girl from gym class. Lillie didn’t know much about her, only that she was a rather shy girl, played on the soccer team, and made Lillie feel terribly out of shape. The sophomore started, her built up guilt making its way out of her mouth, “I’m so sorry, I swear. I tripped and fell and didn’t mean to. At all, seriously.” The girl’s sapphire eyes shifted from Lille’s open locker to Lillie, “It’s okay, I’m sure no one will remember on Monday.” There was a residual sense of sarcasm in her voice. “I did see your one notebook on the bench though, you had your name written in the front. I would’ve grabbed it, but I didn’t know where your locker was. I was on my way to the bus and I saw you and thought I’d let you know. Have a good weekend.” "Thanks... bye.", Lillie managed to say before the girl vanished. With as quickly as she appeared, she was gone. The whole thing really put Lillie in a strange mood, but she needed that notebook and set off to snag it before the buses left. She closed her locker, accidentally leaving her bag to grab on the way back. She found the lockerroom door was unlocked thankfully and with a decent effort, forces the door open. As the girl had said, her green notebook was waiting inside. The heavy weighted door eases itself backwards as soon as she let it go. Lillie was heading to grab the book she had so neglectfully left in the lockerroom, then off to her eagerly-awaited weekend. A few paces into her stride, the wooden door emitted a heavy ‘clack’ noise. Thinking nothing of it beyond the metal piece making contact, the blonde-haired girl spies her notebook waiting dead ahead and bounds off to grab it. She could still easily make the bus after this impromptu errand, so there was no cause for concern. Lillie scoops it up and gingerly holds it to her chest and begins to make her way towards the door. With her mind wandering off to her agenda for the weekend, her thoughts are interrupted by a harsh ‘clack’, by no mistake the door being forcefully locked. A stiffened panic set throughout the girl and sent a churning feeling to her stomach. The frightened sophmore sprints to door and furiously pulls at the handle, only to feel the expected resistance. The thick wooden door stubbornly stood unmoved, clearly locked. After a few more futile attempts to open the door, she began to pound on it with her fists while crying out for help. It was a solid 15 minutes before she realized this might not be the Friday afternoon she had been hoping for. Not only was she going to have to call home to be picked up from school because she missed the bus, but also when would she even get out? A desperate cry left her mouth and the scared girl could feel tears begin to well up in her emerald eyes. Defeated, she sat on the bench in between the lockers. Her phone was in her backpack and her backpack was in her normal locker, not her gym locker. Every 5 minutes she would go and yell for help and give the door several forceful hits, but all to no avail. A grim idea of having to spend the night and starve here made her begin to sob again. The time was also a test on her now irritating urge to use the bathroom. The lockerroom was seperated into two sections, the lockers and then the bathrooms and showers. Lillie tries the other door to the bathrooms and showers, only to find it locked as well. Her stomach lets out a tortured gurgle, the rumble setting an uncomfortable strain on her urge to pee. She uneasily shifts while seated on the bench, trying to figure out just how she could get someone’s attention. Another half an hour passes, with her body pressing her for relief and for some form of food. Lillie lets out a distressed whimper, only greeted by the echoing response in the locker room. She rests one hand on top of her pulsing bladder, while her other tries to hold it all in. A numbing sensation slowly was overtaking her lower body, causing the petite girl to wince for a moment. She hastily paces about the empty locker room, tugging on random lockers to see if she could find anything to relieve herself in. A lunchbox? A coffee mug? A bag even? The sophmore is only left with tightly sealed lockers, making her panic increase. A few stray beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead, her mind racing and trying to figure out a solution for her. A churning builds in her stomach as she realizes she might have to pee on the white tiled floor of the empty locker room. The bathrooms and showers were only one thick locked wooden door away, teasing her poor body. A stray trail of wee snakes its way down the tortured girl’s leg, causing her to peer down to see in her good fortune that none of it showed. The tickling sensation down her leg drives Lillie crazy and almost over the edge, had it not been for her strong will. The poor girl freezes up, feeling the first drop making contact with her white knee-high socks. The tormented sophmore feels her full bladder harshly pressing on the waistline of her dark grey trousers. In order to alleviate some of the pressure, Lillie slips one hand up to aptly undo the button, quickly giving her expanded bladder some freedom. While it was a splendid little relief, the spurt she had lost earlier was nothing but a tease. The frighetened girl gives a solid pound on the thick wooden door, but the effort causes another small spurt of pee to sneak its way out of her. Instantly she feels her striped panties re-dampen and the warmth spread outwards a little more. “P-please! Someone l-let me out!!” The blonde-haired girl’s voice trails off and her words became more personal, “I r--really really need to pee.” It was lucky she was alone, at least she could hold herself and move around to try and distract herself. She dare not do that in public, for sake of anyone else seeing, but she was in her own privacy right now. At this point, the young girl was resorting to dancing in place, trying to hold back the impending flow. Her bladder was still so strongly pushing on her waistline, causing tears to well up in her soft green eyes. A sharp terrified gasp leaves the small girl, feeling a powerful spurt sneak its way past her control. “No, no, no, no n-n-n-n-n-nooooo.” Her hands clumsily fumble with her zipper below the button on the front of her pants, unable to stand still and undo it. The fumbling causes a sharp dark line to form along her right leg, the warm pee once again snaking down her leg. The dark spot creeps its way outwards, showing without doubt she was slowly peeing herself. Spurt after short spurt leaves Lillie until she successfully gets her pants halfway down her legs. Her grey trousers cling tightly to her legs from the spurts and she peers down to notice the large dark patch on her yellow-and-white striped panties. It was then her control completely leaves her, the stream increasing in strength. The first solitary burst of urine goes downwards to her already wet trousers at her knees, quickly being absorbed by the material. She helplessly lets out another groan and leans back in a feeble attempt to get her trousers the remainder of the way down, her stream of pee arcs a little to spatter noisily against the locker in front of the sophmore. Lillie cringes at the sensation of her hot pee partially reflecting off of the locker and splashing back on her, but the battle had been lost. The pent-up pee quickly pools at her feet at the base of the locker and spreads outwards. A heavy defeated sigh comes from the humiliated girl as it pours out of her in increasing force. The pulse in her chest felt erratic and untimely, her anxiety increasing as the liquid continuously flows out of her. The base of the red gym locker loudly echoed the stream in the vacant lockerroom, making her face turn a deep beet red akin to the locker. She was alone in her accident, but the shame and humiliation still lingered. The young girl haphazardly takes her discarded pair of pants and tries to mop up her mess. The pee hastily saturates the grey pants, darkening and making the balled up cloth slightly heavier. It was a fruitless effort that halved the size of the puddle, but now only left Lillie with a bigger problem. The sophomore gingerly steps out of her soaked panties and ungraciously drops them into the puddle below, making the girl cringe at the sound of contact. Standing there now naked from the waist below, she feels the cool air make her aware just how extensive her wetting was. A shiver overtakes her, jolting her to quickly open her locker and slip into her yellow gym shorts. Patiently seated and still shaken from her mishap, Lillie clutches tightly to the textbook, holding it against her chest. In an unsteady pattern, the sophomore taps her left foot while eagerly waiting to be freed. The worry of being stuck in the lockerroom all night was not a concern of hers, for the janitors always made their rounds before closing the school up for the night. Lillie gives a meek calling outside, “Hello? Anyone?”, with the only response being her echo. It was a good thirty minutes until the distressed girl heard anything. She quickly puts her ear to the door and hears the approach of a set of feet, finally the janitor is here! A burst of enthusiasm enters her and presses out a sharp, “Hey! I’m stuck in here!”. Lillie stands there in the deep silence, quickly interrupted by a girl’s laughter. No, it was several. Once again she hears the sharp ‘clack’ of the lock and sees four girls make their way into the lockerroom, Lindsay trailing behind the rest of them. The girl in front grins and gives a confident shake of her head, “I’m Lynn, team captain of the soccer team and I look after my own. I heard you embarrassed my goalie, so I thought this was a good bit of revenge, bet you cried in here.” She followed it up with a sly grin and brushed her jet black hair to the side. “Well, you weren’t even alone in here, thought we’d get some footage of you bawling like a baby like you were going to be here all weekend. We had practice today, so we thought you'd want to stay after with us. Well not so much with us as by yourself.”, she nimbly motions to another girl with her hands. The brown-haired girl starts to walk towards the bench and stops suddenly, both seeing and smelling the huge puddle of pee. In a horrified look she takes a step back. The brown-hair girl looked up with her mouth agape, “Did you PEE yourself? Are you kidding me? Holy shit. What are you, 5?” The gagle began to roar with laughter, taunting the new girl with their words. “Had a widdle accident?”, piped in another of her group. Lynn spoke up again, her grin becoming more menical by the second as the brown-haired girl tip-toed around the puddle, stood on the bench and grabbed a video camera from on top of the lockers, “Well, seems this movie might be better than I thought.” In a horrified stare, Lillie watched as the camera was brought down, glowing with its red watching light. The whole thing, her crying, her begging, and worst of all, her wetting all over herself was all caught on tape. A deep blush sets on the tortured girl’s face as she scrambles for words, “But I. You. I.” She breathes for a moment and filters her words, “You can’t show that to anyone. Please, please don’t.” The smug Lynn smiles and looks devilishly towards the other girls and then gives a demeaning wink to Lillie, “We’ll stay in touch.”
  13. This is a story from a while back when was in high school, during my senior year. It's about my friend Rachael. (The name is changed to protect identity.) It was the end of the school day and I was going to the bus stop with my friend Rachael who was coming over to hang out. Rachael was a tall girl, with long black hair, a medium build and a gorgeous face. This day she had short shorts on and a pink low cut tank top that hugged her rather ample breasts nicely. All we ever were is friends but I must admit I always found her extremely attractive. My house was quite far from the school, it took three buses to get home, roughly an hour ride. Rachael and I were just waiting, talking about our days etc, when suddenly she remarks how she kind of had to pee. Needless to say this aroused me, but not wanting to draw suspicion to myself all I say is; "You should go back in the school and pee, we can catch a later bus." "Oh don't be silly," She responded. "It's not that bad, I barely notice it, I'll just pee at your place." This excited me, to think of spending the next hour with a desperate Rachael, even if her desperation wasn't that bad. Our wait lasted longer than usual, the bus to pick us up from school was late. It was a short 5 minute ride from the school to the bus station where we would catch bus number two. Of course the first bus being late caused us to miss the second bus, so we had to wait for another one. Rachael and I sat in the station talking. At this point I could see her desperation had increased a little. She showed small signs such as a mild leg shake, occasional crotch grabbing. "Are you okay?" I asked trying to sound sympathetic and not aroused. "Yeah, I'm fine, I probably should have taken you up on that pee offer though." We both chuckled. It was a long wait for the second bus but it eventually came. While on the bus her desperation seemed to have increased mildly. She continued showing the same signs as in the station but more frequently. The bumpy ride wasn't doing her any favours. When we arrived at the next station to catch the third bus, with all the delays like an hour had passed already, and we still had a ways to go on the third bus. We, again had to wait for the next bus because our delays caused us to miss the one at the time I'd usually take it. We sat inside the station and I could see Rachael was bursting now. "Oh my god! I really need to pee! I should have taken your suggestion, why aren't there any fucken bathrooms in these places!?" "It's okay." I said, rubbing her back to comfort her. "The next bus ride is a short one." At this point we were both pretty silent as I watched the bursting beauty and Rachael tried to focus on containing all her pee. The bus arrived and we got on. While on the bus Rachael showed the most intense sign of desperation yet. Both her hands were clamped against her crotch as she violently shook her leg furiously, doing anything necessary to stay dry. At this point I could see her bladder was quite swollen. We didn't talk much until about ten minutes away from my apartment. " Oh fuck, I'm gonna pee! I leaked a little, this is torture." I hugged her to comfort her, praying my erect penis didn't accidentally rub against her. "It's okay, we're almost there. You're doing great." I felt a mixture of sympathy for my friend, hoping she avoids humiliation yet I also felt unbelievable arousal, at the thought of such a beauty dying for sweet relief. My encouragement seemed to help her as she managed to make it to my stop dry. She Got off and we walked to my house, which was about a three minute walk. I had to help her walk as she was focusing on keeping dry, while leaking a little. We got into my building and proceeded to my apartment, which fortunately for her was on the first floor. She did a waddle/run to my apartment. And just as she got in she froze." Oh fuck, I can't move! If I move, I'm gonna burst." Rachael wasn't the kind to exaggerate, so if she said she couldn't move, she meant it. There was no way she could climb the stairs to the second floor of my apartment (My apartment at the time had 2 floors) to use the toilet. I thought quickly, and then I remembered my brother and I had finished a two liter bottle of pop the day before. I grabbed it from the recycling, found a funnel in the cupboard and gave it to her. Here Rachael, if you can't go to the toilet use this. What!? Are you insane this is..." "There's no time to argue, it's either the bottle or your pants." She hesitantly took them from me and I turned away to give her privacy. She pulled down her shorts and panties. "Oh god! Oh finally." I could hear here sighs of relief as well as the found of the urine violently entering the bottle. She peed for what seemed like an eternity, and when she was done almost all the two liter bottle was filled . Rachael was really embarrassed after all this. I saw a small wet patch on her crotch, but overall she managed to avoid an accident. "Thanks, that was some quick thinking. I should probably dump this down the sink." She said pointing to the pee bottle. "Uhhh, yeah... that's... probably what you should do." I so badly wanted to keep that bottle. After all this Rachael made me swear I'd never tell anyone about this. I promised and we had a fun afternoon together. Overall an amazing experience.
  14. This is a follow-up to this thread. I said I had a number of smaller incidents to post, so here we go, might as well post all of them in a single sitting :). The bus, the freshman and the swimming pool This happened to the girl next door from me that I actually had a crush on, let's call her Grace. She was 14 at the time, or just turned 15, a gorgeous small-ish Asian with a weak bladder. She had copper-brown skin and long black hair, and this really sweet, light voice. On this day she wore a black school t-shirt and white baggy "sports pants" with cyan stripes. I was the first to get on the bus, and Grace boarded about a minute later, the second to get on, I think. Now, right after getting on she got back off, and just stood there outside the bus door. I thought she was waiting for someone (and it was a sunny Houston day, so why not wait outside), but in hindsight I realize she was probably urging to pee and considering going to the bathrooms before the bus left. Anyway, before anyone else arrived she got back on and sat down in the seat closest to the door, and soon the bus started filling up. I didn't give her a second thought until we were about five minutes from home, driving through the suburbs. Ours was the last stop so the bus was near-empty, and she called back to a classmate in the back of the bus. She asked what her Trigonometry homework was and got an answer back, and got out her books and started working. I didn't give this any thought at the moment either, but right before we got off, we passed our neighbourhood's community swimming pool and I noticed (in the driver's overhead mirror) that after looking in that direction she got a really bad frown on her face, and when she got off she walked really fast to her house with her textbook in front of her crotch. Now, the thing is, never, before or after that incident, did Grace ever did her homework on the bus, or walk fast from her bus stop to her house. Another thing is, after that day she seemed really afraid of peeing herself. I'm actually fairly convinced she did her homework to try to distract herself, and then managed to pee herself a little when she saw the pool and had to cover it with her textbook. Saved by the fire drill This happened during my last year, in psychology class towards the end of the day. In the middle of Psychology class, the fire alarm went off and we all had to go outside the school and wait for the "all clear". Now, when we got to go back inside all of us students in the class stood outside the classroom waiting for the teacher to come back to let us in. The door to our classroom was in a corner in a "horseshoe wing", and on the other side of the hallway were two faculty bathrooms with just a single toilet and sink each, which were sometimes locked, sometimes not. Now, all of a sudden a chubby Afro-American girl, looking to be about 16-17 and wearing red sweatpants (and probably a matching sweatshirt, I honestly can't remember), suddenly went "ungh!", you know, the way you do when you realize you've suddenly almost pissed yourself, and dashed into the teachers' bathrooms and slammed the door shut behind her. Problem is, the door swung back open to reveal her sitting on the toilet about to pull down her pants. She kicked the door shut, obviously desperate to pee or already going. The rest of us went back into class, and even though the period was only about halfway through, she didn't come back inside. It could just be that she was embarrassed about what happened, but given her state I'm assuming she flooded her pants (especially since I know from experience that sitting down on the toilet seat before you've gotten your pants off properly is an incredibly good way to pee yourself). Given the teacher of the class never, ever allowed any of us to use the bathroom (and no one had left the room without permission so far that year either, even while desperate), the fire drill may at least have saved her from peeing herself in the middle of class ;) . Minor "incidents" -My best friend at the time, a really chubby and quiet Japanese girl, was incontinent and wore diapers. I learned this when she flooded her pants in class and I heard a loud hissing sound as she did so. This was in English class, and we were all working on some paper or whatever, and the classroom was really still. Suddenly I heard this loud hiss and there was my buddy sitting there dead still, pencil in hand, just looking at her paper with an expressionless face. I was so transfixed on her that I didn't notice the reactions of any of my classmates (she sat next to the wall), but I can't have been the only person to hear that. -Once in the same class I overheard a classmate of mine tell her friends that another girl had peed herself in the previous class. She said that "She just got up and... :pause: ..and then she started to cry... I feel so sorry for her." -Once when I was in one of the main hallways going from the commons to my house there was a trail of droplets of liquid which I first thought to be coke going towards the bathroom from (heh, where else) the fine arts house. It was pretty long and started as a sparse sprinkling of droplets, which then grew denser and with bigger splatters of liquid, did a sort of loop and went on before ending in a puddle. I picture a girl running for the bathrooms, peeing harder and harder, in a state of panic, before giving up and flooding herself. To add insult to injury, the girls' bathrooms were sealed off for some reason with yellow "police line" tape -- which might explain why the trail did a sort of confused "loop" before going on ;) There you go. Some wishful thinking here, but all good, I feel :) .
  15. Hi again Today was a completely normal school day... ...except for lunch. So how lunch works is it's in the middle of class, and we have about 45 minutes before class to work, then we have lunch for 20, and go back to class for 20 more minutes. The girl I sit next to (I'm going to be calling her Samantha) for the first half of the class, kept remarking to her friend that "she had to piss so bad." and so of course my omo-meter tuned into her conversation with whoever asap. Her friend (Who I will call May) wasn't any help. Their conversation went just about like this: Sam: "I have to piss so bad right now." May: "Then why don't you just ask the teacher to go?" Sam: "Are you kidding? She doesn't let anyone go! Lilly (her other friend) said she asked to go to the nurse to get her meds and she wouldn't let her go until the very end of class." May: "Oh... well... does this help?" (She starts poking Samantha's sides right here.) And I'm pretty sure anyone on this site knows what it's like to be tickled when you need to pee. What resulted was Sam pushing May's arm away, and quickly jamming her hand between her thighs, groaning a little. H O T Holy shit it took all I could muster to not moan out loud right then and there. The way she did it was so hot it's indescribable. We soon went to lunch, and I followed closely behind Sam. This sounds creepy as all hell I know, but I was literally on a high from the lust right then and there. She got in line and I could tell she was quite uncomfortable. She kept shifting from foot to foot, and once in a while stopping to rub her thighs. Oh god, it took everything from me to not stare at her the entire lunch. I noticed when she opened the fridge to grab her water and salad her mouth opened in a small "o" before gaining her composure again. I haven't been that turned on since I first discovered omorashi porn I had no idea what her lunch went like, as I don't sit with her, but I saw her again when she was going to throw away her trash, the water bottle was about 30% empty. I small smirk crept on my face as I knew she wasn't going to make it. I got back to class after everyone (because I take a way not many people do because it's apparently "longer". I arrive after everyone because I like to take my time unlike them lol.) and Sam is back at her desk, so I take a seat and steal a look at her. She has a deliciously strained look on her face, and I could tell she was trying not to grab her crotch, as her hand was on her upper thigh, as close as possible to you know where without it being obvious. After the bell rang, and we all got situated and quiet, during our lesson Sam was absent-mindedly bouncing her leg. Just to witness what would happen (Once again, I was high on lust), I quietly asked her to stop, and she said "Okay." and started to cross her legs. I remember specifically out of all of the moments, she went from trying to cross from one leg to the other, I guess her bladder gave a little spasm, and a small mewl spilled out of her. It was utterly adorable! After class, she walked to seminar (which is the same as mine. I'm a lucky dog.), and I could tell she was almost at her breaking point. She looked like a solid 7.75 if not an 8. During announcements out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab her crotch under her desk, as I sit across from her. About 20 minutes into seminar, I could see her desperation reaching its peak. She was both crossing her legs and bouncing up and down. She was going to burst soon, and I was not going to miss it. She asked to use the restroom (obviously). Since I am the quiet kid who goes out of my way to not cause trouble, most teachers are pretty lax with me, so when I asked to use the restroom right after she did, the teachers didn't hesitate to give me permission, as I hardly ever ask anything of them anyway. In the hall, I caught up to Sam and started a conversation with her about our English paper. While I distracted her I slowed down bit by bit, so when we finally did reach the restroom we were at a slow walking pace, and she looked at about an 8.5. When we got to the door, I asked her to wait for me as I got a drink, and she reluctantly said yes, as I took my sweet time running that water just to create the noise of it hitting the metal basin. I turned back around abruptly so Sam wouldn't expect it, and I caught her grabbing herself with both hands. Her face turned bright red, and I have to admit at that point I actually felt really terrible for doing that to her. I just laughed it off and we went into the bathroom together. Remember in my last story how the bathrooms are always really cold? You guessed it. For reference, Sam was wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt and plain blue skinny jeans. She walked in, and once again that asshole Cold Air striked again, and she ran across the bathroom. She didn't make it as far though, when she stopped dead in her tracks. It seemed like she had started to leak, and had to stop to throw her legs together and shove her hand between her thighs. I didn't realize this at first, so I almost walked right around her until I got so close I noticed she was starting to wet herself. The pee slowly crept up her bum, then suddenly as if she had given up, jets of her fluids spurted between her fingers as if putting your finger on a garden hose. Finally after a few seconds, she just dropped her hand entirely and spread her legs. It was like a thin Niagara Falls between her legs, and I loved every bit of it. This entire time her back was turned to me, so in the heat of the moment I was rubbing my clit through my leggings, feeling the wetness of myself. When her stream finally slowed to a trickle, I forced myself to remove my hand from my crotch, and gain some composure. Sam then turned around to face me, and she had tears in her eyes, and her entire face was absolutley red. Then I really really felt bad, so I quickly walked to the sinks, and grabbed some soap, dropping it on the puddle. The entire time I was helping her, Sam was absolutley in tears, sitting on the floor and apologizing almost every sentence. I kept assuring her it was fine as I wiped up her mess, and washed the floor. After I got the mess clean, I had her wash her hands. I then asked her if she had gym and she said no, so I told her I had an extra pair of shorts she could use, and I'd just tell the teacher that she got sick in the bathroom and went to the nurse. I gave her my locker number and combo, and she gave me a really big hug, pee jeans and all. Thanks for reading all of this! True story! I got her phone number after school and we've been talking non stop. She's really a sweetie.
  16. Yandere koneko

    female The first month

    Shelby's adopted parents had went out of town on a"business trip" for the first month of school. They trusted Lizzie to take care of the family while they were gone because in their eyes she was the most mature, even though her and Shelby were the same age. It bothered Shelby that Lizzie got to be in charge sure Shelby had some accidents resulting in diapers but she was definitely more mature. It was the first day of school from summer vacation and Shelby and Lizzie were starting high school as Kimberly started kindergarten and Yuuki grade 8. Shelby had felt like she had this potty training thing in the bag like she could hold her bladder, she held it fine most of the summer. Today was the first day of school and Shelby was ready to prove she could hold her bladder. She woke up to a nice moist bed " dang it still can shake wetting the bed can I" she muttered. She changed her panties and thought to her self " maybe I should wear a training pantie just in case." Shelby slid on a training pantie and put her pink uniform skirt, she changed her bra and put the peach and pink shirt on and tied the bow around her neck. After applying her over the knee white socks and black boots, she ran downstairs for breakfast. Lizzie approached her and said "so Shelby are you wearing a diaper". " N-No it's a training pantie just in case" she snapped. " you know Kimberly is 4 and she is out of diapers and look at you" Lizzie taunted. Shelby decided to ignore Lizzie and left for school, half way to school she felt a twinge on her bladder. She couldn't be late for school besides it's nothing right now. It felt like the distance from her to the school just kept increasing and the pain on her bladder did. Because she left the house early she was an hour early to school , the teachers wouldn't let her in not even to pee. She was sitting crossing her legs on the front bench when she saw him her perfect man. He was also early so he sat down on a bench across from Shelby. She was too shy to talk and couldn't form words from her urge to pee. She kept glancing at him, every time she saw him her muscles realaxed and a little pee squirted out causing her to grab her crotch. One minute until school was open for students to come in and Shelby could go pee. The school doors opened and Shelby ran in and dashed towards the bathroom, they were being cleaned shelby stood there in shock and went to the court yard with every step she leaked until she count no longer stop it. She began to pee in the training pantie , it almost leaked. Shelby forgot to pack an extra training pantie to change in to when it got wet. She began to walk towards her first class when she noticed that the bathroom was done being cleaned she walked it to see it was the boys bathroom. Shelby dashed out and ran towards class an half hour into class and the urge to pee hit her hard she grabbed her crotch and felt her wet training pantie against her skin with caused her to leak. What should Shelby do * just pee ( this will cause the training pantie to leak All over the floor ) * hold it until me class ends * ask to go pee *drink a bottle of water
  17. Wow! It’s rare that I have the chance to write up two experiences in such quick succession. It’s taken me a while to realise what I great experience this one was. I felt very awkward about it at the time, regarding it as a mistake- a desperation challenge that went terribly wrong. But looking back now, I have to say I’m quite fond of it. On top of this, it goes to show how with different levels of excitement, you can be lead to push toward risks far greater than normal. My last post, for example, was written about a day when I was being sensible. But this one is a stark contrast. It was another school day, and I’d head of to school in the morning with a mischievous frame of mind. Being the studious person I am, I express my mischievous moods in the form of sexual experiences rather than being disruptive to others. Today, my mood was such that I wasn’t going to be satisfied by merely heading into the woods on the way home and peeing in the shrubbery. Today, I had nothing other than desperation on my mind. And so early on, the bottles of water started coming out. It dawned on me that I had never before attempted full desperation in school. I found the idea of heading out the gates at the end of the day struggling to walk very arousing. The idea of having to stop before I even made it to the woods because I could walk no further. It was risky. Anyone could spot me on the way out, school friends, school bullies or even one of the lower grade’s parents. I decided that if I though I was struggling to hold, I would head to the restroom immediately. I also concluded that it may be worth taking a bit of pressure off if needs must, by heading to the restroom but only letting out a small percentage of my bladder’s contents. So considering all the risks dealt with, I took on the challenge. I was taking into school a second pair of leggings and a second pair of panties, matching the ones I wore as part of my uniform. That way in the heat of the desperation moment, I could wet my school uniform and change when I got into the woods, avoiding my Mom’s eagle eye. From first period onwards, I began to prepare myself. I wanted the maximum desperation I could handle, and being someone who only uses the washroom less than three times a day anyway, I knew it would take a lot of drinks. I had a bottle of water in my bag, and decided to aim to empty it in every lesson. In the short break between periods I could top it up, and head to the next lesson ready to empty it again. We had eight periods a day in our high school; five before lunch and three after. By midday I would have five bottles of water in me, and they weren’t particularly small bottles either. I have a sneaky way of increasing desperation speed as well, which I used here. It’s simple but seems to work, maybe a placebo, I’m not sure. But with my first drink I take in some sports hydration salts. My theory is that it fools your body into thinking its already hydrated, sending a larger percentage of your fluid intake into the ‘waste system’. So I set off, and by second period I had indeed guzzled down two bladder filling bottles. This continued through the third, and in our fifteen minute morning break I’d managed an extra half. I was being careful not to feel sick with the sheer quantity of water intake, so I ate nothing during that break. By the end of fourth period, not even lunch break, I was feeling the effects. There was now a fair pressure in my little panties. My bladder was swelling, and I was finding it hard to concentrate. It wasn’t full on, but enough to make me squirm in my seat. I gritted my teeth and continued on. That lesson I only managed two thirds of the bottle, and it got to the stage where I was considering the shortest way to get the the restroom from my class. The change of room from fourth to fifth was a reminder of how prominent the desperation was becoming. Getting up and moving wasn’t easy. The next lesson I merely managed half the bottle. It was really becoming a struggle. Every movement I had to pre-plan, trying to minimise disturbance to the bulge dwelling in the base of my abdomen. I was being careful, and decided that this was the time to stop drinking. The end of the day seemed a long time away, and by lunchtime I’d consciously leaked a little knowing it may help me stay (on the whole) dry for that little bit longer. So with damp underwear and desperate to pee, I headed on my half hour lunch break. I spent it with my friends, wondering around the school. I ate very little and did’t drink. Being overconfident now could make me pay in later lessons. But the wondering around helped, and joking with my friends had taken my mind off of what was going on in my panties. But I was in for a shock. The next lesson come round quickly, and not far into it desperation had reached a dangerous level. Squirming in my seat no longer helped, but there was little I could do. The teacher was in the middle of a presentation, so I dear not interrupt. And so soon after a break, I knew it would be hard to convince him to let me out of class. So I bit my tongue and held on. Minute by minute it grew worse. It was as if I could feel every drop as it ran through my kidney. Appropriately it was a biology class, the topic of the presentation escapes me. It’s safe to say my concentration was elsewhere. I was thinking about the route to the restrooms. They were in another building: the newer one a small distance away. My class was on the first floor, so I needed to make it down the stairs and out of the building, I could cut across the car park and I would be there in a few minutes. My mind was beginning to race, by pulse throbbing my bladder. I wasn’t going to be able to hold for much longer. I either had to brave asking to leave or wet myself right where I was. It was a decision I had little time to make. I shifted, moving one leg over the other, trying to hold on without giving anything away. To buy a moment longer, I braced myself and allowed a small trickle to escape. It’s amazing how controlled you can be when you’re under pressure. But I worked, and the desperation was momentarily subsided. The teacher reached the end of their presentation. It was about half an hour into the lesson, and I could hardly speak through desperation. I took short, shallow breaths, taking any opportunity to let out controlled trickles into my panties. But they were feeling very wet, and I feared they would hold little more fluid. The teacher popped out the room to deal with another student and as always, the class erupted. It was mayhem, and my heart raced to keep composure. If I didn’t join in, people would notice something was wrong, so I put on a smile and laughed with my classmates. But then, disaster struck. I felt a warm sharp burst in my underwear. I froze. This only happened when I was really close to loosing it. My friend asked if something was wrong. Through gritted teeth and nervously shaking, I lied: “I don’t feel too good,” my quivering voice expressed. “Do you need some fresh air?” Came the reply, with an offer to walk with my to the restroom. I nodded. “But I’ll be fine by myself.” I stood up slowly, holding my bag with white knuckles. Just as I feared, another sharp burst. A warm trickled ran down the inside of my leggings. I felt a burning heat as my face blushed, and closed my eyes in hope I would be dragged away to a different place. “Are you sure?” I heard, “You really don’t look well.” She hadn’t noticed the damp. Maybe it wasn’t visible. “I’ll be fine,” I said it with a firm voice. I couldn’t let her accompany me, she’d be witness to a side of me I’d hidden for so long. “You stay here and tell the teacher where I’ve gone”. I left, trying to hide my desperation by faking illness. The classroom door closed behind me and I ran, shoving a hand down my waist band and into my underwear, gripping tightly around my urethra. My index finger coved the opening. I pressed hard to stop it slipping over the wet skin as I ran to the stairs. I burst through the door and moved quickly down the first set of stairs. Like most, there stair case was split in two, the first set leading to a platform which turned like a hairpin to the second. A hall at the top and bottom was only accessible through two doors. One at the stairs’ top and the other when you reached ground floor. Both doors had windows. I flew onto the top stair and climbed briskly down. Contractions in my bladder fought with contractions in my groin. But my bladder one. A hot explosion whipped my finger. A torrent of pee burst down the inside of my leggings. I stopped just of few stairs down. Damp patches quickly reached my knees. I breathed loudly and fast, frantically looking around. I crossed my legs and forced my hand to cover the source of the burst. Not a few seconds later I had it controlled. My face burned red, my knees knocking and my hands shaking. I couldn’t do it here. My back was to both doors, I had no idea if anyone was about to enter the stair case. I was embarrassed beyond believe, and stood frozen for a good two minutes. My head resting ashamed on the one hand grasping the rail. My other hand shacking in my wet underwear. My eyes were welling with tears of embarrassment. I’d dropped my bag and it had rolled down to the mid stairway platform. The warm patches tin my leggings quickly grew cold. My breathing slowed. The burst I just released was just that. A burst. I build up the confidence to raise my head, slowly looking over my shoulders to the two doors. There was no-one there. The burst had not effected the desperation how I wanted it to. It had relieved pressure, but no where near enough. I was in no doubt that I was now out of my depth. The pain level was too high, and the only way to relieve it was to wet myself. Anyone, teacher or student, could enter that staircase at any moment. But there was one thing in my favour. It wasn’t long after lunch. The only reason for a student to be out of class was to visit the restroom, and right now teachers weren’t going to let them. I took timid steps down the remaining stairs, my legs remaining bolted together. I reached the platform half way down, and turned round. I faced the doors now, and from the very corner of the hall, I would see both of them. I saw no-one through the windows, and no-one saw me. Partially relieved, but still full with embarrassment, I sunk to a squatting position. My breathing was erratic. The desperation was as high as ever. My legs were now shacking uncontrollably, my thighs vibrating. One hand still fixed in my underwear, I used the other to shift my skirt around, pilling the fabric over my crotch. In one sense I was stopping the risk of getting pee on it, in the other blocking peoples view just incase someone walked in. My bladder contracted again and I keeled over, whining in pain. I fought so hard to stop it, but there was no hope. My eyes fixed on the doors, I winced once more. The waves of desperation were close together. I handled two, but the third was enough. Not in the least bit ready for it, a hot torrent filled my hand. I pulled away, letting the flood gates open. My panties could take no more pee and with a loud hiss it broke into my leggings. The thick stream was split but the fabric, and ran with splattering sounds onto the cold tiled floor. I breathed faster and faster, cringing with embarrassment and biting my lip. It lasted forever, a puddle of growing under my shoes. The hiss and warmth in my pants giving rise to forbidden excitement and pleasure. I continued to pee, allowing every drop out. And believe me, there was a lot there. As soon as it ended I stood up, letting my skirt fall and cover the wet patches. I daren’t stay a minute longer than I had to. My steps left visible wet marks on the floor, and the puddle was unmissable. I had to cover it up. So in a hope that people would confuse it for a spilt drink, I opened my bag and pulled out my bottle. I left it, lid off and on it’s side in the middle of my pee. It looked convincing enough, I thought. I walked to the restroom, where I spent I while in a cubical. The mix of the hormones and the shame of it all lead to a few tears. It was a strange day, but one I am glad happened. The emotions it bought made me stop wetting for a while, forcing a break into my normal routine of peeing myself when ever possible. In fact, that is the last time I wet myself as a school girl. You might call it the end of to an era. But I’m not in the least bit sad about it. I’d reached a stage where the frequency of my escapades was reaching an unhealthily high level, so I’m glad something put an end to it. The first time I’d experienced sexual pleasure was not by masturbating, not with a partner. It was wetting myself. A story I told in my first post. But now things had grown beyond my control, and it was destroying how I saw love. I moved over to the UK not long later, where I now study and a British college. The new country bought some huge experiences for me, the biggest of which I shall tackle in my next post. And yes, it does involve love.
  18. gamblerrur

    Pretty much the main story...

    Ally woke up on a groggy morning with a groggy start and a groggy bus ride to a groggy school, However, this day was to be a special one. She had a track meet! Not only that, but something special happened on that day that Ally will never forget. As Ally rode the 30 minute bus ride, she noticed some girl squirming and fidgeting. What could that be? Ally thought she must be having stomach pains or something. The girl asked the bus driver if she could use a restroom as there were still 14 minutes left in the bus ride. The bus driver asked the radio to advise her, with the reply: is there any reason why this girl cannot relieve herself after 14 minutes? The bus driver said that she could probably wait, as the restrooms were off limits because that would be going off route. The girl just had to hold it. As the bus arrived at the school, the girl started to moan slightly and was grabbing her crotch repeatedly. After what seemed like forever, the bus driver let the kids off, and the girl rushed to the restroom as fast as she could. She had a wet patch on her jeans, Ally noticed. Ally decided that during advisement that she would masturbate in the restroom. She liked to see girl wet their panties, and this situation inspired some ideas. It was hard paying attention in class, but eventually advisement came. Ally asked to be excused to go to the restroom. After getting permission, she waltzed into the girls room and went into a stall. She pulled down her jeans and started wanking. She was thinking about the girl who wet herself, and started to moan slightly. Ms. Anderson had been teaching class, when she saw a parapro walk by. She drank a pot of coffee that morning and didn't have time to use the restroom. She was bursting to go at this point as it had been 7 hours since she had gotten to school. The teacher excused herself and asked to parapro if she could watch the class for a few seconds while she went to pee. The parapro agreed, and Ms. Anderson grabbed her crotch and hobbled painfully to the girls room. When she arrived, she heard a loud "MMMnh" Ms. Anderson was shocked! Who is that?! Ally did not hear Ms. Anderson coming, and she said in a tiny voice, me. Ms. Anderson demanded that Ally come out right this instant! Ally denied, seeing that Ms. Anderson was fidgeting a lot. I don't want to. And besides, I'm already in a restroom, you'll have to stay out there until I decide to come out. Ms. Anderson started to grab her crotch again. But then, she had an idea! she went into one of the stalls to wait for Ally to come out. Ally had a plan, too. She knew how desperate that Md. Anderson was, and she started to pee with load moans of staged relief. Ms. Anderson saw through this, and she pulled down her skirt to pretend she was about to pee. Ally continued to moan until Ms. Anderson started to leak. she was so desperate that she was really bursting! Ally pulled up her jeans, opened the stall, and ran as fast as she could, anywhere. Ms. Anderson had to push hard to keep the remaining pee behind her sphincter as she hiked up her skirt and ran out of the restroom to chase Ally. She winced on every step as she thundered through the hallways, torturing her bladder to the limit. Ally ran track, so she was extremely fast, and as she zipped through the hallways, Ms. Anderson lost sight of her. She started to slow down to try to find a restroom, but she had to scissor her legs and grab her crotch to stop herself from flooding her panties! She finally found a girls room, and she hobbled as fast as she could to get to a stall. She was moaning loudly, and every step was painful. A hissing noise told her that she had let a jet escape from her bladder. Ms. Anderson crossed her legs and clutched her crotch for dear life. She stepped again, but another spurt came out! She tried desperately to keep back the flood, but more moaning and spurting came through her sphincter and into her panties! Ms. Anderson heard the longest hissing noise of all, and pee flowed through her skirt, down her legs, and into her shoes and onto the floor. She let go onto the floor next to the girls restroom and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What a day! Ms. Anderson walked to the clinic with her weakened bladder and asked shyly for a change of clothes. Ally had walked back to class and gotten away with everything. The teacher didn't even question her!
  19. NOTE-This was copied off Pages, so some things that should be italicized may not be italicized. NOTE 2-Depending on if people hate this or not, I might continue. NOTE 3-This fanfic (and others I might write) are...weird. The differences: -No humans -No pokemon -The pokemorphs pretty much take over as the dominant species -No training, pokeballs, or pretty much any similarities to the show at all. No pokemon trainers either. Similarities to the show/pokemon: -There are still battles -Battles include the actual moves and damage of the pokemon the pokemorphs are based off of Sky sat at a wooden picnic table, nibbling at her spaghetti. Sky is a 17-year-old Pichu pokemorph in Ms. Rosalyn’s High School for Girls. She has a decent figure-C cup breasts, a slim waist, and long, thin legs. While she is not conceited in the least, Sky tends to brush all of her yellow fur every morning. She doesn’t skip the black ruff around her neck or the black, triangular patches on her rhombus-like ears either. Same with her tail. Sky wears a grey pleated skirt that goes halfway to her knees and a navy blue, button-up shirt (the school uniform). Her eyes look like little pools of water reflecting a cloudless sky. Sky POV I sucked a spaghetti noodle from my fork, wondering why everyone hated me. The popular Shaymins found any way to make fun of me that they could, and everyone laughed when they pointed out embarrassing things about me. I just didn’t understand. I was kind of cute, and kind. I had never said anything mean or rude to anyone. I couldn’t believe I didn’t have one friend in this school of four hundred or so girls. The sun beat down. I could smell the blacktop, the temperature was so high. Sweat ran down my arms, legs, torso, and face. I probably looked like I had just stepped out of the shower-and hadn’t bothered to remove my clothes while taking it. I unscrewed the metal top from my water canteen. The water inside made a metallic sloshing sound, if it could be called that. It sounded like a xylophone, maybe. Either way, I didn’t really care. I consumed the entire bottle before realizing the water was lukewarm. “Ick...” I mumbled. I walked over to the water fountain to refill my canteen. I wished a breeze would slash through the thick, humid air. As I walked back to my table, my wish came true. (Not really.) A sudden gust of wind made my skirt fly up, revealing my lilac cotton panties to everyone. Amy, Celia, and Emma (the popular Shaymins mentioned earlier) just had to be looking. Celia started singing “I see Paris, I see France...” Everyone else quickly joined in. “I see Sky’s underpants!” My already pink cheeks burned, and I ran back to my table. Tears began to leak out of my eyes as the girls giggled behind me. I sniffled, then sipped from my canteen of water. At least the water’s cold... I thought, trying to be optimistic. Before I knew it, the bell rang and the girls pushed to get inside. I refilled my canteen, then trailed after the crowd. Who wants to be trampled, anyway? My next class was Language Arts. I watched attentively and took notes as my teacher lectured about two excerpts from different books,which was more grammatically correct, and why. I made it through this period easily, only feeling the slightest twinges in my bladder. The class after that was science. Again, my teacher lectured. This time, it was about the anatomy of cells and how they interact instead of grammatical stuff. I squirmed in my seat, urine sloshing in my bladder. “Let me out!” my urine seemed to squeak. By the end of that class, I was bouncing rapidly up and down. I wanted to use the bathroom, but I was only getting a B average in math, my next class. I rushed through the marble-floored halls to get there. 45 minutes into math class, I couldn’t pay attention to the teacher anymore. I kept bouncing until I realized it was not helping my aching bladder at all, so I sat rigid in my seat. My legs were tightly crossed as I tried in vain to concentrate on my math. After a while, I looked up at the clock, face strained. 15 minutes left... I shoved one paw under my skirt, holding my crotch desperately. Why me? I wondered, biting my lip to keep from whimpering. 5 minutes... I gathered my books with my free paw. “...and that concludes today’s math class. Goodbye, everyone, and don’t forget your projects are due Monday,” the teacher said. The bell rang. I hobbled out of the classroom. My right hand tightly squeezed my crotch through my panties, while my right hand carried my books. I hobbled to my locker, fumbling with the combination lock. I whined under my breath, tears coming to my eyes. I walked to the exit as quickly as possible. I yanked hard on the handle. Oh gosh oh gosh why won’t it open? I panicked. My bladder muscles relaxed, a spurt of urine dampening my previously fluffy and dry panties. No...no no no...this can’t be happening! I jiggled the handle again, knowing it was useless. Can it? The warning bell rang. That meant five minutes until they unlocked the doors. I stood there, and pressed both hands against my crotch in a desperate attempt to keep my pee in. I accidentally bent over. Laughs echoed through the halls, and I remembered that everyone exited through this door. The haunting, cruel chorus started up again. “I see Paris, I see France...” Face flushed, I stood straight again-but not before Celia noticed something. The Shaymin walked towards me and lifted my skirt with a quizzical look on her face. She felt the crotch of my panties. Her hand ran over my clitoris, making me jump. “This is...damp?” Celia said. She sniffed, then leaped back with revulsion. “You’re...you’re peeing!” she yelped. An amused look spread across her face. Th-they’re going to call me something like “Queen Pissypants” for the rest of my life! A lump rose in my throat, to big to swallow. I bit my lip, trying to stem the sob. That was impossible. I wailed, burying my face in my damp hands. In doing so, I lost control. The urine in my bladder had been just waiting for me to give up, and attacked my pee hole. A stream of urine ran down my leg, branching off into smaller streams as it continued through my fur. Pee dripped out of my panties, making a splashing noise as it met the ground. The girls started laughing hysterically. I will remember the laughter forever. Shrieks, chortles, giggles, snickers, and chuckles bounced off the walls. The girl’s eyes closed tightly, tears of laughter leaking out. Mouths formed wide, open-mouthed smiles. Some girls pounded the floor or crumpled to their knees. “Why?” I whispered through a sob. Urine started to flow freely, pooling on the ground. My poor Mary Janes were soaked. My skirt was mostly dry, thank goodness. My panties were another story, though. The dripping article of clothing clung to my crotch and buttocks. Ironically, the end-of-day bell rang the very second all my urine had finished dribbling out. The girls shoved past me to get to the door, still laughing and whispering names like “Sky the Pisser” and “Pissypants Sky” and even “SkyPiss”. I was knocked down as the girls ran past. Still sobbing, I ran home. Cold urine still fell off my legs and panties. Why me? Why not Celia? Or Amy? Or somebody, I hate all of them!
  20. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
  21. Omo-secret

    female Autumn's Accident

    Hello, this is just another one shot while I get back into the swing of writing. You might remember the main character from here though. The dam was on the verge of overflow. The reservoir’s waters sloshed against its wall. Every passing moment more and more water filled the water’s rapidly depleting containment. The barrier’s walls threatened to rupture, the constant flow of water too much for it to resist. Cracks formed. The strain was becoming too great, the deluge would be inevitable and devastating, yet the failure was imminent. The waters within swirled, becoming violent, and choppy waves crashed against the container walls. The defenses cracked even further. Slowly, the fracture in strength grew greater and greater, until, finally, tiny spouts emerged on the outside of the wall. Autumn gasped loudly. Her ears burned as the eyes of her peers turned towards her. Her desperate struggle was conspicuous enough already with her legs tangled so tightly not even Alexander the Great could get them undone, her torso constantly in flux between hunching over her desk, and leaning so far in her seat she risked slipping straight out of it, and her hands balling up the fabric of her pink sweatpants into her fists so tight her knuckles turned white. Whining definitely didn’t help. She had to whimper, though. The hot spurt that escaped only dampened her panties. Still, she was distraught. She could feel the leers of her fellow students focus on her. Tears welled in her eyes as they lifted to the clock above. Only a few minutes left, she could make it… right? Autumn whimpered. As if to draw her minds attention away from the constant ache of her bladder, she dug her finger nails into her thighs. Sweat formed on her knitted brow; it took every ounce of willpower to hold back the coming flood. Her entire body trembled with desperation. She wasn’t going to last much longer. Autumn wriggled her rear into her seat, whining softly. She curled and uncurled her toes. It was hopeless. Autumn shoved her hand in her lap, bit her lip, and curled her body into her seat. “Just a little-uh! Lo-lo-longe-oh!” A surge of pee escaped her. Her panties were the first casualty, almost instantly soaked. The dribble continued steadily, the butt of her sweat pants eagerly absorbed the liquid warmth. The gold flow pooled in the curvature of the plastic seat before Autumn could stem the flow. The lap of her pants didn’t show her shame, yet Autumn was sure that her classmates heard what she thought had been a deafening hiss that felt like it lasted minutes. Perhaps she was right, after all, a couple students seated near her gave her strange looks. Before any actual reactions could occur the bell blared. School had ended. Finally. Autumn waited, both hands firmly pressed into her lap, while every last classmate filed out of the room. The teacher was rather preoccupied with last minute paperwork she appeared to be dealing with. Once the coast was clear Autumn rose from her seat, revealing a shallow puddle of light yellow. Droplets fell from the soaked back of Autumn’s sweatpants when she stood up. Autumn sighed. She wouldn’t be able to do anything about the puddle she would leave behind in her chair, but maybe she could hide her wet butt. Fidgeting in place, Autumn slipped off her cardigan. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, she managed to wrap the jacked around her waist, and it even seemed to cover the entirety of her mess. If she didn’t move soon thought, it certainly wouldn’t be able to. Moving in a sort of shuffle run, Autumn fled the scene of the crime. She had barely left the threshold of the classroom, though, before she was intercepted by a cute boy. “Hey, Autumn.” A light haired boy said. Dressed in a black and gold varsity jacket from the football team, was Scott. His short blonde hair gelled up, his sparkling blue eyes, and his pearly white smile… Scott was surprisingly lean for a football star, but Autumn knew, from her experience at a pool party, that beneath that white tee would be a six pack… and those V-lines… Autumn’s lustful thoughts were sent flying at the demand of her bladder. Her body stiffened for a mere moment, then suddenly, shook and shivered. Her hips swung side to side, she rose to the ball of one foot and switched to the other. “Uh, are you OK?” “N-Not really.” Autumn was NOT going to wet herself in front of her crush. “I uh- gotta go. Bye!” I really gotta go. Autumn thought. Autumn didn’t wait for a reply, instead she fled towards the exit of the school. She wouldn’t make it far though. Autumn barely made it halfway down the hall before she lost it. It started slow. A leisurely runnel of pee ran down her thighs. A dark, glistening patch slowly appeared around the crotch of her pants. The pee continued to rill down her legs, picking up the tempo. The stream ran down her right calf, separating into two separately rivulets that trickled down her ankles. Her bladder forced more of its contents outward, a more powerful flow expelled itself into her pants. The torrent washed across her sweat pants, soaking the front for all too see. The golden out pour spilled onto the floor with a loud splatter. The hot liquid cascaded down her legs, tickling the skin and darkening the pants. Then, almost at once, the rivers of pee finished its delta into the growing ocean beneath Autumn’s feet. Autumn was left standing in the large golden puddle, with unmistakable stains on her pants. She hadn’t entirely noticed the crowd that formed around her until the laughter and sneers reached her ears. Soon the entire school, including Scott, would know that Autumn Rose wet her pants in high school. I'm pretty sure that my fixation towards high school situations stems from two factors. One: all the hot twenty somethings that portray high schoolers in TV shows and movies. Two: the environment of high school makes for interesting stories I think due to all the restrictions placed on people who are almost adults that you don't really get anywhere else, and the social hierarchy and interactions between classmates. Well I hope you enjoyed this! leave any comments or criticisms below. thank you!
  22. Alex Oxford

    female High School Desperations

    [Disclaimer: All girls are over the age of 18 at the time of the story] Hey Guys! I realize I’m pretty overdue on my promise for more stories from Marissa; they’re coming, I am a man of my word. Recently, I have made an attempt to catalog all of my desperation experiences, including #2 desperation. It’s was more difficult than I thought! I shouldn’t be complaining really; after all, even a single desperation experience can be fairly uncommon, and I have been very fortunate to have a lot of desperation experiences, several open minded girlfriends, and the boldness to put myself out there and say, “this is what I’m into, you think we could give it a try?” With that said, I like to keep things fresh and interesting, and tell different stories about different experiences, with different people. While many of my most memorable first experiences were with Marissa, I have had many assorted experiences along the way that I would like to throw into the mix. These are some of the other desperation experiences I had back in high school. *****Fair warning, one of these does include poop desperation. These will be marked before the story. Anabel- She was easily the prettiest girl in my graduating class. Easily. She was a curvy Latina girl with long chestnut brown hair, a beautiful face, and great body, toned through athleticism, average bust be very wide and pronounced hips. She spoke thorough Spanish, but with a fair complexion that might make you think she was Greek. She was the epitome of exotic; in fact, I had a huge crush on her throughout most of high school until I ended up with Marissa; she kind of liked me too, but nothing ever ended up happening. Marissa and Anabel were incredibly close; they’d known each other since they were in Jr. High! Unfortunately, it was a small school and my crush on Anabel was very publicized for at least two years. So when I started dating one of her best friends, you can imagine how that might’ve complicated things. Not so much for me, but more for Marissa; she became fairly jealous, which then developed into an unreasonable jealously later in the relationship, which ended up being the reason we broke up. However, during the beginning of the relationship, Marissa was fairly comfortable with me hanging around her circle of friends, which led to me witnessing some very charming desperation encounters. Anabel, in addition to several other girls, were also fairly open about their desperation. Anabel was a little different though. She would never verbalize her desperation, but she was without a doubt the sexiest pee dancer I’d seen in High School. It wasn’t too exaggerated, it wasn’t too subtle, it was perfect: she would dance from foot to foot, and slowly pick up speed and she became more and more desperate. Her body would tense up, and she’d press her arms to the side while flexing her wrists outward as she danced, with the distress written all over her face as she cringed and bit her lip. It was something out of fantasy, and the view from behind was even better, her ass becoming more pronounced as she hunched over and continued to prance. It was heavenly. I witnessed this on a few small occasions, but this was the most dramatic and memorable. It started off like any other school day. Class, class, break, class, class, lunch. I was in wrestling at the time, and anyone who’s familiar with wrestling knows that we have a very particular diet. On this glorious winter day I was delighted myself with chicken salad for probably the 2 week in a row, when I decided to spoil myself it and actually put dressing on it this time. It was probably a Friday, I think I had earned it by this point. I got in line and realized I hate lines. I hating waiting for things in general, especially when I’m buying the same thing I’ve eaten every day for 2 weeks; dressing or no dressing, it still sucked. But a guys gotta eat. As I stood there waiting miserably, I couldn’t help but notice sexy looking butt about 4 spaces in front of me. I knew that butt anywhere: Anabel was also in line, probably also buying the infamous chicken salad that all athletes lived by during competition season. Conveniently enough, Anabel was also keen on hydrating, particularly on game day. This may not have been game day because I don’t recall her wearing her jersey, but she was carrying around a large quart sized bottle of water. And she was stepping back and forth. Fast. The quart sized water bottle was half empty. ALL at once, it hit my like a runaway train. Anabel had to pee, and I had a front row seat to her gorgeous ass swaying from side to side. All of a sudden, I don’t mind waiting in line. Thankfully my perverted staring went unnoticed, it simply looked like I was staring at my shoes, or someone’s shoes at least. She was waiting with another girl, Trina I think it was, a cute Philipina girl that had some desperation troubles of her own a couple of occasions. As Anabel began to walk in place, almost like she was marching, Trina made a comment. “Just go pee already Ana.” “Idon’thavetopee-“ Anabel caught her breath for a second. “I don’t have to pee Trina.” She stood with her legs stiff. “Oh my gosh your prancing Anabel you always prance when you have-“ “- Can you not embarrass me right now!? Please?” Anabel was beginning to get frustrated, and had ceased her sexy pee dance entirely. “Haha okay sorry! What are you getting for lunch?” And after that the clamor of the crowd grew too much, and the last I saw of Anabel was her plump bottom rounding the corner to the sitting area, probably going to go relieve her burdened bladder. Fast forward to the end of lunch. I was by my locker, as I was getting ready to go to class. Her locker is straight down the hall from mine, and I’d often pass by and say hi on my way to class. Today though, was a little different. As I collected my books and prepared to leave, I turned to my right and saw Anabel walking very stiffly, at a very fast pace. “Hi Anabel!” I said, with a cordial smile. “HeyAlexhowareyou?” She sped through the sentence like she was running a race. “HAHA what? What’s the rush!?” I said humorously. At this point she turns to me, with what looked to be a forced smile, and instantly starts pee dancing, stepping back and forth from foot to foot. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom at lunch. She held it all the way through. WHAT!? Why would she do that? Like, why would anyone do that? She was pee dancing in line, she obviously had to go bad. I was more confused than aroused at this point. I was baffled why she hadn’t gone. And then I saw it, the full bottle of water. She had refilled her bottle of water, and had not gone to relieve herself. So much for responsibility… But that was okay. Her negligence was making my day. “Oh nothing, I’m just running late for class!” She giggled shyly as she continued to pee dance in front of me. Seeing her dance quickly returned me to arousal. She turned to walk away, but like any self- respecting omorashi enthusiast, I had to do the dick move dragging out her dance routine. “Ohokaywhichclass!?” I perked up, now on par with Anabel for the schools fastest talker, but for very different reasons. “Ummm… It’s math, math yeah!” She crossed her legs tightly and pressed her arms to her sides. She must have been bursting. “Ugh, don’t tell me you’re taking calculus.” “Fine, I won’t tell you I’m taking calculus.” She teased, a real smile penetrating her face this time. God, she was beautiful, and her beauty was only accentuated more by her muscular thighs and wide hips swaying rhythmically back and forth, as she fought to maintain composure. I imagined how full her bladder must be, how close she must be to the breaking point. It would be nice if I could see that breaking point, but I knew she was far too responsible to ever let that happen. “Good, a smart- ass like you should be in AP.” Not my best material, but it was enough to make her laugh. And laugh she did. She began to laugh, but then all at once crossed her legs and bit her lip. “Oh my gosh you’re too much! I’m gonna be late!” And with that she ran off. Off down to the locker, right past mine. She struggled with the locker, the whole time pee dancing, crossing her legs, her ass jiggling up and down as she tried desperately to open her locker. This was the best candid desperation I had seen in a long time, and I was okay with being late to class to witness the rest of it. I made a play of fumbling with my locker to check her out for a little long. She had opened her locker and was grabbing the books when she must have had a bladder spasm. She winced and brought a knee all the way up to her waist, and crossed it over the other leg and hovered there for a while, her butt sticking out to apply pressure to her pelvis. I couldn’t help but comment, “You okay over there?” “Yes, I’m fiiiiine!” She laughed, obviously embarrassed. And then she was gone. I’d like to think she would’ve wet herself, and maybe even leaked a little. But that’s not super realistic. I mean, that just doesn’t happen in real life does it? No it doesn’t. Not with Anabel anyway. She made it just fine, no stains, no change of clothes, the fantasy ends there. There’s another girl though, Carly, who I was also really into at one point. Unlike Anabel, she was also pretty into me. Consequentially, I got to see her desperate far more frequently, see her wait way too long, and listen to her share way too much information with me. This is the girl who’s definitely piddled herself a little on a couple of occasions, and has even come so close as to having a… messier kind of accident. She’s a babe, and I’ll be writing about next, in addition to Marissa. Take care everyone, I’ll be back soon!
  23. Hello people of omo.org this is omoking and today I will tell you about an experience I witnessed in high school. I was in my junior year at the time and this girl was one that I had a bit of a crush on. I had just come back from an all-day school trip and the first thing I saw when I got to my part of the school to pack up for the day was this latina girl who I shall call Lexi running down the hall and frantically trying to open the door to the girl's bathroom which was locked to prevent loitering and she tried to get one of the staff to unlock it for her to no avail so in the end I was forced to unlock it for her even though I honestly wanted to see this girl wet herself. As it was she was on the verge of wetting and i'm not going to lie if I had not unlocked the door she probably would have. I still fantasize about it sometimes
  24. RomanticLoser

    Dream Love

    Dream Love You can't believe it, Mr. Simmons actually partnered you with Emma, your crush since elementary school, not like she actually ever noticed your existence anyways. Emma is loved by everybody, the popular type except with none of the bitchy characteristics that you would assume if you recently watched Mean Girls. She is unbelievably gorgeous as well, and she's coming to your house! Knock, Knock "Come in!" You shout across the house "Hi Ben!" She says as she walks into your room clutching her books in that cute way you've always admired. She swings her bookbag off of her back and onto your table. "Nice house, are your parents not home?" "No, they are on a cruise, I don't think they get back for another week" You reply, smiling back at her. Deep down you are extremely nervous talking to her, you definitely don't want to mess up this chance to spend time with Emma. You've dreamed up so many different scenarios of this moment, with Her in your room, but you shake off the dirty thoughts. Emma is a good girl, a straight A student, I have to act civilized and try to make her laugh. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched" she asks. You go to the kitchen and grab two sodas, and bring it back to your room and give her her drink. "Thank you very much," she replies smiling, "Do you wanna get started?" "Sure, Russia, the World's Death Star" You and Emma work on the project, doing your research, exchanging laughs and making very good time on the paper. The night is going very well and you and Emma are very much enjoying yourselves. Eventually you both lose focus and begin to just talk as if you were friends for your whole lives. She's fucking perfect, you think to yourself, really wishing that you had gotten the balls to talk to her earlier, as you've missed out on the girl of your dreams your whole life. You learn she's been single since Freshman year, having broken up with her boyfriend because he acted like a child. "I'm a big boy though, look I'm even wearing grown up underwear!" You joke as you pull the elastic waistband on the underwear to show her. The waistband snaps and your hand flies straight up into your face where you punch yourself right in the face. "Fuck!" "OH my god you fucking dork, I'm gonna pee myself!" She yells as she laughs hysterically at you. "Where's your bathroom?" "Our bathroom is actually being remodeled, we don't exactly have a toilet right now" You reply, still laughing. "Wait, then where do you go to the bathroom?" She questions as she squirms. "We go across the street to our neighbors if they're home, they're nice people." "Shit I don't think I can make it across the street." She responds, she begins to look around, as if for something to use, then she looks at you inquisitively for a few moments. "What?" You ask as she continues to stare at you "I don't want to pee myself, and I guess you're cute enough" "What are you talking about?" You question completely confused with what she's saying. "I gotta pee" she says as she begins to take off her socks, then unbuttons her jeans and starts to slide them down her legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" You ask as she continues to take off her panties exposing her cute shaved pussy. "I'm peeing idiot" Emma says as she squats and starts to pee all over your wooden bedroom floor. The piss splashes all over the floor as she releases all of her urine on your bedroom floor. Your cock begins to harden in your pants as you watch your childhood crush pee all over your bedroom floor. She continues until she is completely finished. She looks up at you as you stare down at her. "You know what, I bet you have to pee as well" Emma says as she takes off her shirt and bra, now completely nude in your room. "Pee on me" "You want me to what?" You ask her, realizing that at this moment you'll do whatever she asks. "I pissed on your floor, and in order to make this even you have to piss on something that's mine, but I don't want to ruin my clothes, pee on my tits Ben" "Um..." Where did this come from, she's the straight A student, the good girl, she's not supposed to be naked in my room right now. "Pull that cock out doofus" Emma demands. You follow her orders, you take your dick out of your pants and aim it at Emma's boobs. You wait for a moment, admiring this sight in front of you, the girl of your dreams naked in your bedroom sitting in a pool of her piss awaiting your own flow. You begin to pee on her chest, as it splashes and glistens along her curves. She drops her head back and moans in pleasure as you piss until you no longer have any piss left. She's beautiful, with pee all over her body. She smiles at you while you're holding onto your cock. "I'm so hot for you right now, I need more" Emma grins as she leans towards you. "But... I don't have to pee anymore" you reply confused by her actions. "Your cock silly, I need the other stuff" She coyly says as she winks at you. She reaches her hand out for your cock and directs it towards her mouth, slowly taking your rod into her mouth, licking the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around your shaft. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, you look down at her and she stares up at you with her beautiful blue eyes as she continues to suckle on your cock. You look up at your ceiling, moaning in pleasure, as you do your best not to cum too quickly, which is very difficult in this exact scenario. At this moment, you can't think of anything better in your life than this exact moment. Your piss all over the girl of your dreams and she wants more from you. I've marked my territory, she's mine. You are very close to the biggest orgasm of your life and you pull out of her mouth, jerking your cock above her face until you explode a massive cumload, covering her face in more of your seed than you've ever came in your life. You look at her, smiling as she smiles back, "I don't ever want this moment to end, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life all to myself" You tell her, as she wipes the cum out of her eyes smiling. "I love you Ben, I'm yours baby" Emma says lovingly, "As long as I remember I've dreamed of being with you, in this moment, I mean, my dream didn't have this much cum of course" "Do you want a rag to wash yourself?" You offer her a towel, and she waves it off. "I think I want to savor this moment for a little while longer, and everything that goes along with it" Emma says as she stands up and goes over to you, snuggling up against you, piss and cum covered, until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, living your dream life for at least one night, until it all returns to normal. Or is this the new normal?
  25. Requesting for videos where a schoolgirl falls asleep during class and pees herself. When she wakes up, she is embarrassed. We remember seeing one where a girl dream peeing in cave and wets herself. We were wondering if anyone had seen any more such free clips and would be so as to kind enough to post them. Please don't post links to premium/paid websites as we cannot afford it. Also please do not advertise your pee-website saying you can do it for a certain price.