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  1. Pure madness

    CHAPTER ONE - Alice, repeat what I said? - the voice of the teacher wrenched from her thoughts a seventeen-year-old dark-haired and a hazel-eyed student. Alice looked at the desk standing under the blackboard. However, her eyes were still "unconscious" and she was shifting in her chair. The teacher looked disapprovingly at one of her best students. Only because Alice had only the best grades, she did not let her come to the board. Meanwhile, Alice fought a weakness she had never felt in her life before. Alice Dabrowsky, because that is what our heroine is called, she had one quirk. She hated school toilets. She just could not pee in the school. She went to the bathroom during "difficult days" and only when she had no other choice. She always left her physiological needs home. That day, however, she apparently exaggerated with drinks. During the long break she drank almost a liter of still water and now, during the last lesson, she felt as if all the fluid was going to come out of it. If it were not that she never went to the ladies to pee, she might ask the teacher for permission to leave, and now ... she had to wait for the bell, thankfully - the last one that day. It was an extraordinary circumstance because the class had two more Polish lessons in the plan, but the teacher had an accident the previous day and broke his leg. Before the replacements were organized, the management had to cancel all lessons with this professor. "Phew, how happy. If I had to sit two more Poles, I would probably peed myself" thought Alice. And it was these thoughts that caused her to drift away and expose herself to a geography teacher. Fortunately, she did not have to get up ... Meanwhile, the lesson slowly - too slowly, she thought - was heading to the end. The girl had no intention of wasting time. As soon as the bell sounded, she intended to grab her things and leave the school. She had plans for the afternoon, and an additional hour and a half helped greatly in their implementation. All you had to do was go home, leave things and ... leave. The Greeks said that to go a mile, first you have to go half a mile, and to do it, first you have to beat a quarter and so on. Alice has not listened to the lecture for a while yet only counted the minutes to the bell. And the longer she counted, the slower the time flowed, and her bladder filled more and more. By the end of the lesson, it was still about 15 minutes, when Lena suddenly rose from the next bench - one of Alicia's closest friends. She approached the teacher and she nodded. Lena left the classroom. "She went to pee," thought Alice, and squeezed her thighs. This has not been yet! She has to clench her legs so that we do not pee. She is not a little girl. Never since she remembered had she had wet pants. She remembered how many times in kindergarten and primary school she had seen, or heard someone pee in panties. Probably none of her friends could say the same thing to Alice. Until today... Lena returned after 2 minutes. By the end of the lesson she was getting closer and closer, and Al felt that she would not last long. The bell is a few minutes, ok - that's all it can do, but then it will be half an hour to come home ... Even the iron bladder, as she thought about herself, cannot stand it. However, Alice did not do much of the signals sent to her by the body. She believed all the time that she would never, ever - ever pee in underpants. The teacher finished lecturing the subject of the lesson and allowed the students to pack things. The bell was to be called in 3 minutes. Alice waited like a sprinter in blocks. Finally… The rattle of the bell sounded like the most joyful melody. Alice - as she assumed - grabbed a bag of books and was one of the first at the door. She ran out into the corridor without looking back. She did not even hear that Anne - her best friend, with whom she shared the bench from the junior high - was calling for her to wait. After all, they were walking in the same direction, going home with the same tram and switching to the same bus. Finally, they lived in neighboring blocks. Alice did not wait for her friend this time. She ran like crazy to the tram stop just to see the red lights of the departing car in front of her. "Fuck" - she cursed in her mind and at the same time she felt a contraction in the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the timetable display. The next tram was supposed to be in twenty minutes. Alice did not intend to stand that much. She walked to the side where she should go. About two kilometers later there was a bus stop from where you could catch a bus towards the house. Alice managed to forget for a time that she really wanted to pee. It turned out that she had luck on that day (two canceled lessons) and misfortune. When it reached the bus stop - the bus was leaving it. Now Alice knew she had a problem. If she decided to go on foot, the road would have taken her for over half an hour. The next bus was supposed to be in 20 minutes, which meant that the house would be in ... half an hour. "However you did not turn, ass is always behind" - she thought. At that moment she realized how much she needed to pee. She started to shuffle from one foot to the other, cross her legs, lean forward, and crouched down. Nothing helped. The need grew and Alice knew now that she had to come up with something. "I have only two options, and none of them is out of the question," she thought. Indeed: she could go to McDonald's, which was a few dozen meters from the bus stop, or... let it go in trousers. The first solution involved going to the public toilet. Admittedly, Alice was not entirely sure if her aversion to this type of bathrooms concerns everyone to whom foreign strangers go, or only the ones at school, but when she wondered more deeply about it, she came to the conclusion that, however, in McD’s, he did not get any better either. So what? Go in fucking panties? The answer came quickly. Alice’s next contraction was not as strong anymore and she suddenly felt herself getting hot. Although the traffic in the city was considerable, and the cars were making noise as usual, she had the impression that she could hear the noise of her own urine flowing into her panties, and then through the trousers on the pavement. It lasted a long time. Alice did not even try to stop the flood. She realized that it did not make sense. Panties and pants were already wet, her reputation in the event someone saw her - ruined, and if she fought with the inevitable, she would still need to pee ... She was one happy that she did not wait for Anne. In the meantime, the bus finally arrived. Alice, as she calculated, after a half-hour trip she found herself at the door of the house. She put the key in the lock and, to her surprise, she understood that the door was open. It meant only one thing: mom is at home !!!
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    A woman in bondage gear wets her panties sitting on a cold cement floor. This is followed by some humiliation, where her panties are cut off. ***Nudity **** Enjoy, Rach

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  3. View File Bondage White Panty Peeing and Humiliation A woman in bondage gear wets her panties sitting on a cold cement floor. This is followed by some humiliation, where her panties are cut off. ***Nudity **** Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/08/2017 Category Female videos Clothing  
  4. After a week of work, I have finished a complete animation involving wetting and hypnosis. The Animation is voiced (sub only), has sfx and Background Music. This is my first work fully using Photoshop for an Animation (there's a previous one, but I used mostly gimp, I am sure you will easily be able to find it on this board). Here's a quick summary pick to have a look at it before you download the whole thing. The vid contains a lot of inner resisting monologue as you can see and yes, it's all voiced in japanese. The commands given to Arisa (the sub) are of the caliber that makes her scream and beg to not do this to her, so expect that when you watch it. The original Art comes from Tokubetsu Jugyou 3SLG (the Eroge) released by Bishop and so does the voice of the sub, though the voicelines have been rearranged and modified. So without any further teasing, here is the vid: Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4 If you are not able to download it or don't want to, you can watch it directly on dropbox as well: https://www.dropbox.com/s/vuy2scercwa2q1u/Arisa_hypnosys_final.mp4?dl=0 Please leave a lot of comments if you like it and if not, let me know too.
  5. Hangover

    Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  6. female A bad day...

    Okay so back in middle and high school I used to be very known around for always wetting my pants and acting like a baby. I could spill out many stories but theres one that spikes me the most, the first time I ever had a accident in class. It was first period and I was just starting 7th grade, at this point I was still heavily in to AB/DL and only liked some omorashi nothing to out there (guess I still had some innocence). Well as it was I ended up having a homeroom teacher that completely hated my guts because of the previous year of not fully completing classwork and never doing any homework. I never really liked focusing or doing any work at school so I always had to occupy my mind with my surroundings in a sense. Which usually ment day dreaming till the bell rang, but seemingly it was one of those days where it was incredibly hard to focus on anything, including the sexual abyss of my mind. I drunk alot that morning at breakfast only cause the food they served was uber dry, but with that the need to pee started kicking in right at the beginning of class. At first it wasn't entirely all to bad, I barely aknowleged the need to pee so I didn't really ask to go to the bathroom. The teacher then got up, presented herself to the class, just in case there was people in there that didn't recognize her, and passed out to everyone their assigned Chromebook, due to all the work being transferred to computer. Afterwards she sat down at her desk and told the class that the work was on the cromebook. I opened my cromebook and almost instantly went to the browser instead of the classroom setting and searched up AB/DL fan fics. The same stuff I spent the whole previous year procrastinating upon. As the time past my need to pee grew, by the time my bladder was bursting it was 20 minutes before class and I was getting knee deep in a fan fiction and had no intentions on stopping even though I was bursting, I figured I could read it before it was to late to use the bathroom, but it ended up being longer than anticipated. With that I glanced up at the clock and realized I had 5 minutes before class ends. Already knowing the answer if I asked to use the restroom, due to the previous year, I realized she wouldn't let me go due to it being apperently a school rule not to let kids out 5 minutes before the bell rings. My stubbornness got the best of me though and I still gave an effort to ask, as I did it was an almost instantly no, and I'm not one to plead in front of a classroom. So I was forced to wait. Getting passed the 5 minutes felt like an eternity, within the first 2 minutes I was already leaking into my panties. I remember thinking about which panties I was wearing hoping there not one of my good ones, knowing after today there gonna have to be thrown out. (They were black laced btw for those who wanted to know ;) even though that didn't help anything) I felt the warmth grow more and more as I leaked, by then I was practically in tears and holding myself, rocking back and forth not caring about my surroundings. I felt my bladder about to give out as soon as the bell rang, but an instant adrinaline kicked in and I jetted out the door only to my horror to meet the one hallway in the entire school to be already crammed with students. (It was a private school and it was REALLY small, the whole school only had 12 rooms in all, and it was only one hallway). Since I jetted out the room, my klutzy self ended up running into one of the schools biggest bully. Almost instantly he pinned me against a wall and mocked me with the usual. The only reason he bullied me was because of me not finding interest in him and dating him like the rest of the girls in the school did, I was way more into girls than guys at the time hehe, but anyways he pinned me down and threatened me. As this quick swift happened, I felt my bladder instantaneously give out. In my own horror I blocked out my surroundings and felt as my heart sank feeling my crotch fill with wetness and warmth as my bladder forcefully releases. As soon as I snap back into realization, him and his friends notice due to my facial reaction and the obvious black streak getting bigger and going down the leg of my skinny jeans, as reflex due to just getting humiliated anger came in and it turned into instant reaction to start throwing punchies. I felt as my fist hit him multiple times, but at the same time without much thought I felt my stomach churning and my bowels start to release as well (ethier from fear of fighting or adrinaline, not entirely sure why it happened as it did) it angered me more as I was feeling as I was pooping my panties too. After he fell down I came to my senses, and this is when I actually honestly noticed I soiled myself as well. With that my face became ever redder than it was before. By now tears were flooding down my face and my first reaction was to run to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I peeked in and it looked like nobody was in there, but as I actually entered I noticed someone crying in the corner of the stall. I slowly approached her and asked her what was wrong, after closing the bathroom door behind me. She didn't really reply she just continued crying, she didn't even look up. Upon staring at her I slowly came to realization on what happened, from what I could infer from her style of dress and her ponytails she seemed familiar like a big baby, her skirt was really short and (not all to proud to say this lol) but I could clearly see up her skirt by the way she was crying, that she was clearly wearing a diaper. So with that, I sit next to her and lay my head on her shoulder. At this point she looks over and asks me what I'm doing, and I tell her waiting here until the office freaks out and starts trying to find out where I'm at. She asked me how come and I calmly explain to here what happened, figuring she would be in the same boat. Afterwards since she seemed to calm down a tad, I asked her what had happened to her, and she said that one of the kids at the school saw that she was wearing a pull-up and told everyone she was wearing a diaper, and when no one believed him he lifted up the back of her skirt and showed everyone. So she just ran and cried in the bathroom. I almost instantly feel sympathetic kind of understanding the feeling, I hug her and pet her lightly and say...today's just been a bad day all around for everyone.
  7. Misused Authority

    “Did you want to see me, Stacey?” Brandon asked as he peeped in through the slightly open office door. “Yes Brandon, come in .. I’ve been waiting for you…” Stacey replied with a smile. He walked in and she pointed him to take a seat . She poured him a glass of water from the jug kept on her table. Although Brandon wasn’t thirsty , he readily accepted her offering. He couldn’t refuse his boss anyway, could he? Placing the now empty glass back on the table , Brandon waited for Stacey to tell why she had called him in . In her early thirties , Stacey McGregor was the General Manager of the Mathew & Smith Accounting firm. It was obvious that everyone tried to be in her good books, unless they wanted to get fired. She was ambitious and passionate for her work but off late, her attention had been wavering off towards Brandon. It was not as if Stacey liked him or anything, but she found him cute and that was enough for her motives to go wrong. “As I’ve come to know Brandon, your performance at work has been steadily declining, is there any specific reason behind it?” she asked with a low but stern voice ,enough to let Brandon know that he was in trouble. “Is it ? B-But I’ve met all the targets on time… “ Brandon exclaimed , sitting in a more upright and attentive posture now. He was shocked at what he was listening to. How was that even possible? He had been working his ass off to get a promotion that was actually due for more than an year now. It was technically impossible for his performance to have gone down! If anything , then it should have gone up! “Well that is what I’ve observed and even heard from others…you know Brandon, we can’t afford to have lazy asses working for us…” she said. Brandon could make out where this was going. “I am telling you Stacey, there must have been some mistake… “ Brandon said, he was at a complete loss of words for something so unexpected. He just didn’t know how to react! “Well I am sorry Brandon, but we may have to let you go if that’s the case…” Stacey said, looking straight at him. She knew he was terrified and that was all she wanted. “No please you can’t do this to me...Stacey…I’ve been working here for 5 years now…you can’t just ask me to leave like that…” Brandon blabbered out, his heart beat reaching a crescendo. He was sure he was gonna die any moment. “There isn’t much I can do to help you… we only want people who are willing to give it their all, you know….” Stacey said, pressing her lips together , a sign that she felt sorry for him. “I am willing to give it my all Stacey! Just tell me what you want me to do!” Brandon wailed. Stacey had him where she wanted, this was her chance. “Well not much… I just want you to put off going to the toilet, until I give you the permission to do so..” she said, with a slight smile as she played with a pen. “What?” Brandon asked, taken aback by such an absurd demand. “…only if you wish to keep your job.” Stacey completed her sentence, raising her eyebrows in a way that told that she had the power to make or break his career. Brandon felt a chill running down his body. He wanted Stacey to know that he thought what a huge creep she was, but he couldn’t. He wanted his job and he wanted it bad. “Well isn’t there something else I can do for you?” he asked, trying to bring the deal to a more negotiable situation. In fact he was ready to sleep with her if she wanted to, after all Stacey was one of the hottest female employees that their company could boast of. But Stacey was adamant , it didn’t look like she was gonna budge. “I don’t think you want to work here , but my offer is still open, take it or leave it…” she smirked. Brandon understood he had no way out.His only way was to give into her demand. “Well fine…I’ll do as you say..” he sighed as he looked down to his lap. He couldn’t believe what he was getting into. “That’s like a good boy…” Stacey said, her smile much wider than before as she poured another glass of water for him. Brandon reluctantly looked at the glass full of water for a moment as Stacey held it towards him. He didn’t want to drink it but he had no choice. He took it from her and downed the entire contents at one go and placed the glass back on the table. “Now...can I go back to work?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as humble as possible. “Not so fast honey...I want you to have troubles…” Stacey grinned, pouring more water into the glass. “Oh my God!” Brandon gasped under his breathe , how much was she gonna make him drink? This went on until the entire jug ran empty . Brandon’s stomach started feeling bloated with all the water he had just consumed. He felt uncomfortable but didn’t complain. “Now...you can go back to your desk ..”, Stacey ordered, “…but remember, I am watching you, no toilets…” she smirked, waving her index finger. He was so angry at her but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Brandon’s desk was clearly visible to Stacey through the glass wall of her office cabin and there was no way for him to sneak off to the toilets without being noticed. At his desk, Brandon checked his watch, it was 1:30 in the noon. This meant he still had 5 hours to go before he could leave for his home. Puzzled at what to do, he looked at Stacey’s cabin to find her keeping an eye on him. She wouldn’t let him go while he was in the office and there was no possible way he could hold his pee for the next five hours considering the amount he had drank. Nevertheless Brandon got back to his work. 20 minutes into it, he started to feel slight twinges within his bladder. He didn’t want to know if Stacey was still looking at him. He felt, so vulnerable. Soon the lunch time ensued and Brandon’s need to pee had reached a new height by then. A peon walked up to him to inform that Stacey had called him to her cabin. “Again?!” he barked to himself. He was growing increasingly frustrated by her actions. “Yes?” he asked as he walked into her office. “Have a seat Brandon, I thought we could have lunch together…what should I order for you? Do you like Chinese?” Stacey asked ,as she picked up her phone to place an order. “No thanks, I’m not hungry..” he replied in a tone that conveyed annoyance. “Well good for you… I just wanted to check on you, if you are doing fine or not?” she asked, “I guess you have to use the toilets..?” , she smiled, coming straight to the point. “Yes I do…” “Good… I like where this is going…” Stacey said, giving a look to Brandon. He wanted to tell her what a bitch she was for making him hold but he couldn’t. Stacey asked Brandon to stay in her cabin till the lunch got over so she could closely observe his growing discomfort and desperation. She ordered food for the both of them so that they could engage themselves with something while Brandon was in there . By the time the hour long lunch break came to an end, Brandon could feel a considerable amount of urine sitting in his bladder. He stood up to leave but stopped on his way out when he heard Stacey’s voice. “Well, a while has passed since you drank all that water…and soon ,you’re about to have to pee really, really badly!” she laughed. He knew she was right, at this rate his bladder was gonna be full very soon. As he shuffled through some papers on his desk, Brandon could feel his need to pee intensifying rapidly. The waistband of his pants was starting to cut into his protruding abdomen. He was trying hard not to think about his ever mounting need but it wasn’t that easy. He tried to focus all his attention on his work as his bladder continued to fill and swell. Brandon was now finding it difficult to sit still, he couldn’t help but squirm in his seat from time to time. He pressed his legs together and continued to work, hoping all this would end somehow. For a moment he thought of quitting his job, just so he could use the toilets, but then erased the idea from his mind. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find another high paying job like this in such a poor economy. Just then his phone bleeped, it was a message, from Stacey. It read – “I know, you’ re feeling it.. J” It was like his head was hit by a rod.She was right. Brandon had gone from bad to worse since he had last spoken to her. He looked towards her cabin and as expected, found her staring at him. Didn’t she have something better to do? Brandon ignored Stacey and continued with his work. He had a report to submit today and he seriously didn’t have time for her stupid games. He tried to suppress the pressure that was building up in his bladder but he knew it was no use. However hard he fought , Brandon just couldn’t take his mind off his need to pee. Another bleeping sound from his phone informed Brandon that he had a message , it was Stacey, again. “On a scale from 1 to 10 ,how bad do you need to go?” It didn’t look like this woman was gonna leave him alone anytime soon. With irritation wrecking his brain, Brandon texted back – “Around 5…” He carelessly flung his phone on the table and turned to look at Stacey’s cabin. She was smiling at him. Brandon had never imagined that someone could ever manipulate him like this. What would Stacey get by doing this to him? It was around 4 o’clock, when Brandon’s body seriously started to make its need felt. He had to end this torture or else there was no possible way for him to keep working without being distracted by his need to pee. He entered her cabin , not bothering to knock the door first. “May I go to the bathroom now?” he asked right away in a demanding voice. “No …not yet… I want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants” ,Stacey replied after a pause as she looked up from the stash of papers she was working upon. “Huh…” Brandon shrugged in repulsion, slightly rubbing his thighs together. He was starting to sweat. He knew Stacey liked to assert her power over her employees, but surely this was taking it a bit far. She not only wanted to restrict his access to the bathroom, but she wanted to...watch? Deeply uncomfortable, Brandon glanced back toward his desk. "Um, I have some work I should finish before the end of the day..." Stacey paused slightly, but didn't lift her eyes from the papers in front of her. "Oh, no," she purred. "I think you've done enough...work for today." The edges up her lips curled upward. "Why don't you just relax in my office for awhile?" Brandon inhaled sharply. He'd agreed to Stacey's original restrictions, and he'd drunk the water, but he'd been sure she just wanted to toy with him. Now, her motives seemed far more predatory, and he was incredibly nervous. "Have a seat, Brandon," Stacey ordered breezily, waving her hand toward one of the dark purple, avant-garde chairs in front of her desk. Delicately, Brandon obeyed. A spasm crossed his bladder, and he squeezed his thighs together, bending forward slightly. Stacey raised her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And where would you say you are now, on that one to ten scale?" Panting quietly, Brandon stared at his boss. "An eight," he muttered. "Maybe a nine." "Goooooooood," Stacey drawled. "You're well on your way to working yourself back into my...good graces." Brandon's breaths were shallow. He was clenching his muscles tightly, wondering wildly how far Stacey was going to take this. He needed this job, and, other than Stacey, he really liked working in accounting. In the current job market in his town, he couldn't afford to be fired. Another hour passed, and Brandon couldn't stop squirming. His bladder pressed fiercely against his belt, and drops of sweat rolled steadily down his back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd held it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd make it. His bladder pulsed harder than ever, and he reflexively grabbed his crotch, gripping tightly, but not before a small leak escaped. Stacey's head snapped up, and she sucked in an eager breath, breaking the unnerving silence she'd maintained for the past hour. "Something wrong, Brandon?" "P-please, Stacey," Brandon breathed. "I'm at my limit. Can I please use the restroom?" Rising gracefully from her seat, Stacey walked around her desk and laid her hand lightly on Brandon's shoulder. Without saying a word, she walked out onto the office floor. "Listen up, everyone!" she called to her workers. The office immediately went silent, every eye on the feared boss. "You've all worked exceptionally hard this week. I think you deserve to start your weekends a bit early. Everyone is excused, immediately." After one stunned moment, Brandon's coworkers started to leave in a flurry of activity. They were used to working until 6 or 7, at least, on Fridays, and they all wanted to take advantage of the boss's unprecedented generosity before she changed her mind. With her chin raised in satisfaction, Stacey turned on her heel and strolled back through her office cabin door. Still sweating and holding himself, Brandon looked up at her expectantly. "Does th-this mean I can leave?" Stacey stared at him, tilting her head slightly. Then, without saying a word, she reached behind her and shut her cabin door with a resounding click. Brandon's eyes widened in panic. "S-stacey, please!" he panted. "I'm going to have an accident!" Stacey's chest swelled as she drew in an unnaturally large breath. "Why, Brandon," she giggled, "What exactly did you think was the purpose of this whole exercise?" She turned and sat on the front edge of desk, now gazing at Brandon with naked anticipation. Heart beating frantically, Brandon stared incredulously at his boss. There's no way she was actually going to make him wet himself, was there? His thoughts raced. This had to be illegal. How could she do this? Why him? Had she done this to other employees? His thoughts were interrupted by another strong pulse from his bladder, sending a slightly larger leak into his pants. Brandon gasped and tightened his grip, looking down at his crotch. He thought he could see a tiny wet patch under his hand. "Yeeeees," Stacey hissed, staring intently. She unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her black, lacy bra. She licked her lips, looking for all the world like some sort of alien-lizard woman. Brandon half expected to see a scaly tail flick out from under her skirt. He looked around wildly. This had gone too far, and the predatory look in Stacey's eyes was starting to scare him. Giving his dick a preparatory squeeze, he stood up from the uncomfortable chair. "That's enough, Stacey," he declared, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm leaving." Stacey rose quickly from her perch on the desk, nearly eye-to-eye with Brandon in her 5-inch spike heels. Her EYES FLASHEDarrow-10x10.png dangerously, and her voice was icy when she spoke. "You take one step toward that door and you're fired." Brandon's shoulders slumped, and he felt another spurt escape. "Y-you can't..." he stammered. Smirking, Stacey straightened her shoulders. "Can't what?" she snapped. "I'm the boss. You report to me. Besides," she continued, looking far too pleased with herself for Brandon's liking. "Who would believe you anyway?" Another leak squirted into Brandon's pants; the damp patch was now visible beyond his clutching fist. He whined softly, hunching over. "That's it," Stacey purred, her breasts heaving as she leaned back onto her desk. Brandon knew he had only seconds left. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his boss was actually going to force him to choose between keeping his job and wetting himself in front of her. His eyes began to well up with fear and anger. He opened his mouth to beg Stacey to let him leave. Before he could get a single word out, a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Gasping in pain, Brandon released his grasp on his dick and dropped to one knee, clutching the back of the purple chair to keep from falling over completely. Before his knee even hit the ground, urine burst out of him, flowing down his legs and expanding the stain on his pants at an alarming rate, cascading over the wrinkles left by his tight grip. The stain spread in all directions as the fabric of his pants couldn't keep up with the forceful gush of liquid. "Yes!" Stacey moaned, watching fixedly. She reached under her skirt, fingers working furiously as she stared at the man kneeling in front of her, having an accident. Brandon breathed heavily, his mind swimming, Red spots floated in front of his eyes as he wet uncontrollably through his gray slacks. Urine started to pool around his knee, soaking slowly into the thin, industrial carpet. Stacey's moans escalated into shrieks as she brought herself to climax as Brandon finally finished peeing. She slumped back on the desk, eyes closed and panting hard. Blinking tears out of his eyes, Brandon kept his head down, angry and humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in that office another second, but fear of losing his job made him hesitant to move. After nearly a minute, Stacey's breaths finally evened out, and she lazily opened her eyes, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Well done, Mr. Charles," she whispered. "I think I'll let you keep your job." With a close-lipped grin, she reached out and placed one finger under Brandon's chin, raising his face to meet hers. "You may go." Wrenching his head to the side, Brandon rose to his feet and bolted from the office. He could barely spare a thought to be grateful for the absence of his coworkers as he stumbled toward the parking garage, not even breaking stride as he passed his desk and snatched up his keys and briefcase. In his car, Brandon finally paused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, gulping in great breaths of air. He felt sick, violated. His soaked trousers pressed heavily against his groin and thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He choked back a sob and started the car. Brandon stumbled through the door to his apartment, dropped his briefcase on the floor, and flung his coat at the coat rack. Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he turned the corner to head through the kitchen and back to the bedroom to change. "Surprise!" Brandon stopped cold and stared stupidly at Vanessa, his girlfriend of 4 years, standing in front of the stove with her arms outstretched in glee. The soft hum of the oven fan was the only sound as Brandon and Vanessa stared at each other, frozen. Vanessa's eager smile faded quickly as she watched Brandon's stunned reaction to her surprise; her face fell even further as her eyes traveled downward to the huge, wet stain on the front of his pants. After several shocked seconds, they both began talking at once. "What are you doing here?" "Bran, what happened?" "You're supposed to be in New York..." "Honey, are you sick?" "You flight isn't scheduled until tomorrow..." "Babe, what happened?" "Vanessa!" Hearing the fear and urgency in her boyfriend's voice, Vanessa bit back her questions momentarily. Drawing in a steadying breath, she responded cautiously, "I finished early and moved up my flight. I wanted to surprise you," she added, suddenly abashed at her spur-of-the-moment plan. Brandon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Of course there was no way to hide his accident from Vanessa. He'd have to explain it to her, even though he'd honestly been planning on trying never to think about it again. Hesitantly, Vanessa took a step toward Brandon. "Bran," she started softly. "Are you OK?" Sighing, Brandon clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned his head to the side, staring at the baseboards under the cupboards. Vanessa waited patiently, knowing better than to push him. Finally, haltingly, Brandon started talking, telling Vanessa the whole story: being called into Stacey's cabin, being accused of falling behind at work, the many glasses of water, the texts, the final threat. At that point, Brandon's voice cracked. "Ness, what could I do? We need that job!" He swallowed thickly. "I couldn't hold it. I tried, but I just couldn't help it. It started coming out, and I fell, and I had an ac-accident and she just s-sat there, watching and loving every second!" Vanessa closed the gap between then, grabbing Brandon's hands. "It was awful," Brandon choked. "How can I go back there? She knows she owns me now! She could make me do it again!" WIth a whimper, he leaned his forehead against Vanessa's. "But I can't quit..." "Bran..." Vanessa whispered, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "Yes, you can." Grimacing, Brandon shook his head. "There are no other accounting firms in town, and you haven't been able to find work..." "Babe," Vanessa looked up at the man she loved with a small smile on her face. "I did. I got the job." Brandon blinked. "What?" "They offered it to me at the end of the interview. That's why I flew back early - to tell you," Vanessa held Brandon's face in her hands. "We're moving to New York, Bran. You don't have to go back to that woman." Brandon let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees for the second time in an hour. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him as he finally started to sob, releasing all the fear, humiliation, and rage of the afternoon. Vanessa held his against her chest, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words. "I start in two weeks, and they're covering moving costs. There are hundreds of accounting firms in New York, and HR said they'd help you network," Vanessa explained, softly but excitedly, as Brandon cried. Finally, Brandon's sobs dissolved into sniffles. Vanessa knelt in front of him and gazed into his eyes. "It's going to be OK, Bran." Brandon wiped his eyes and nodded, acutely aware of the drenched pants still clinging to his legs. Rising, Vanessa pulled Brandon to his feet. "I still have to finish dinner," she said, squeezing his hands gently. "I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. You go get cleaned up, and then we'll eat." Smiling slightly for the first time all day, Brandon leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Ness." Then he walked past her and headed into the bedroom, ready to physically and emotionally wash off the horror of the day, knowing that he'd never have to go through it again.
  8. Little Red Skirt

    Warning: short mention of masturbation at the end. --- Once upon a time there was a young woman, the prettiest you could ever see. Her mother loved her, and her grandmother even more so. That good woman had a little red skirt made for her which suited her so well that she wanted to wear it all the time, and so she came to be called Little Red Skirt. One day, the girl's mother said to her: "Little Red Skirt, here are some cakes and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She's ill and feels weak, and they will make her strong. You'd better start off now, before it gets too hot, and when you're out in the woods, look straight ahead of you like a good little girl and don't drink any of the wine. Just because you’re 18 now, it doesn’t mean you should drink alcohol! "I'll do just as you say," Little Red Skirt promised her mother. Little Red Skirt set out immediately to visit her grandmother, who lived in another village, without stopping to use the bathroom. No sooner had Little Red Skirt set foot in the forest than she met Arthur Woolf, her school crush. He asked her where she was going; the poor girl, flustered and not knowing what to say, said: "To Grandmother's house." "What's that tucked under your arm?" "Some cakes and wine. Yesterday we baked, and Grandmother, who is ill and feeling weak, needs something to make her better," she replied. "Does she live very far away?" Arthur Woolf asked. "Oh, yes," said Little Red Skirt, "it’s past the mill you see way over there, the first house in the village." Arthur Woolf thought to himself: "That girl is so hot! Alone in the woods together. If you're really crafty, you'll get her." The wolf walked alongside Little Red Skirt for a while. Then he said: "Little Red Skirt, have you noticed the beautiful flowers all around? Why don't you stay and look at them for a while? I don't think you've even heard how sweetly the birds are singing. You're acting as if you were on the way to school, when it's so much fun out here in the woods." Little Red Skirt looked with eyes wide open and noticed how the sunbeams were dancing in the trees. She caught sight of the beautiful flowers all around and thought: "What a lovely place for a picnic. With Arthur Woolf! And I’ve got wine too. It's still so early in the morning that I'm sure to get there in plenty of time." She promptly sat down on the grass, back against a tree, and said: "I really don’t think wine is going to help my Grandmother. Would you like some?" The two youngsters started sharing the bottle. Little Red Skirt, excited and shy, had heard that alcohol helps you overcome shyness. Within half an hour, the bottle was over, with the girl having drunk more than three quarters of it. They lay there for a while, making small talk. Then, Arthur Woolf said: "I have to go home. I’ll take this path here, and you take that path there, and you’ll be there in no time." In reality, both paths led out of the wood, and he had told her to take the longer one, wanting to get there first and surprise her. Little Red Skirt took the longer path, killing time by gathering hazelnuts, chasing butterflies, and making bouquets from the little flowers she came across. She did not realise that she had left the path, and soon found herself lost in the middle of the forest. She remembered the tales her mother and grandmother used to tell her when she was just a little child, about wolves and witches in houses made of candy in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t the first time she had a nightmare about the wolf in the forest and woke up crying for her mother in a wet bed! No sooner had she remembered that than she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. She looked at her watch; it had been 3 hours since she left home. She hadn’t used the bathroom since she woke up five hours ago, and she had had so much wine. Now that Little Red Skirt was aware of her need, she realised how desperate she was and couldn’t ignore it. The girl started trying to find the path again; eventually she did, but it took a while and her desperation had intensified. She had her right hand pressed tightly against the crotch of her skirt and was hopping along with every step. She had never needed to go the toilet so bad in her life, but she didn’t dare pull her skirt up, her panties down, and squat in the woods, in case there really were wolves around. Oh, how she longed to get to Grandmother’s house! Meanwhile, Arthur Woolf had run straight to his house, where no one was home. He stole a couple of old clothes from his mother’s wardrobe, dressed himself up as an old lady, and hurried along to Little Red Skirt’s Grandmother’s house, where he sat outside waiting to surprise the beautiful girl. Little Red Skirt finally made it out of the forest, past the mill, and to Grandmother’s house, stopping every few seconds to cross her legs and push both hands against her crotch, bending down slightly. She was surprised to find Grandmother outside, and said: “Grandma, shouldn’t you be in bed?” Arthur Woolf, disguising his voice, said: “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m feeling much better. What’s that you have tucked under your arm?” “Some cakes my mother is sending you,” replied Little Red Skirt. “Here, hold them and please let me inside quickly, I really have to go to the b-” Little Red Skirt stopped halfway through the sentence as she noticed that Grandmother looked very strange. She said: “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” “The better to hear you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” “The better to see you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big arms you have!” “The better to hug you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what a big mouth you have!” “The better to kiss you with!” And saying that, Arthur Woolf jumped towards Little Red Skirt, arms outstretched, to pull her into a kiss. Surprised, Little Red Skirt took one step backwards, gasped, then cried out in horror as she looked down at her feet. Arthur Woolf stopped at her reaction, and, following her gaze, saw a dark spot growing on Little Red Skirt’s famous skirt, around her two hands, which she had on her skirt. At first he was confused, then he saw a stream of golden liquid forcefully make her way down her legs, into her socks and shoes and onto the gravel path. She had peed in her little red skirt! Disgusted and at the same time laughing, he turned back and headed towards his home. Arthur Woolf wouldn’t tell anyone, though; after all, she had seen him crossdressing. In fact, that night, he kept thinking about Little Red Skirt’s accident and he didn’t find it so disgusting anymore. On the contrary, he found it very exciting. However, he had to settle for pleasuring himself at the memory, for Little Red Skirt was too embarrassed to ever look at him again, and she wouldn’t want to after he had laughed at her predicament.
  9. Vanessa - Missed her job interview

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    It's Vanessa's big day today, she has to go through a job interview today and hopes to get her dream job. But she has two problems. First of all she needs to pee and the pressure in her bladder is rising. Second, she can't find the address of the company. She also wears a sports bag because part of the interview is showing her physical abilities. Vanessa is in agony. She check the navigation in her smartphone and then even phones the company and asks how to get there. It's pretty obvious she has to find bathroom really quickly but it's not her lucky day today. When she finally arrives at the door and searches for the bell she pisses her pants. She collapses on the stairs and starts crying.

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  10. Should I Tell My Best Friend?

    So I’m currently a sophomore in college. Throughout the last few weeks, I’ve been dealing with a small(ish) bedwetting issue. The last time I wet my bed consistently was halfway through junior year of high school. Now, like most people on this site, I enjoy a good wetting. WHEN I’M IN CONTROL. But the subconscious loss of control is kinda freaking me out a little, and with each day (and each incident), I feel really shitty when I wake up wet again. I am dorming, and I’m afraid I’m ruining the mattress. I’m terrified of my roommate finding out (we’re not THAT close yet), and I don’t know how to sneak in a water mattress. I actually don’t know how that works at all. Never used it cuz I always kept my bedwetting a secret from my mom (due to a mixture of embarrassment and not wanting to pile on to her pressure of being a single mom with 4 kids). So I guess I just want someone to confide in about this stuff. Should I tell my closest friend in the world? I’m a guy, and she’s a girl. She’s pretty much family to me. We live in different states now, so any confiding in her would be over the phone, be it call or text. I want to talk to her about stuff, but I’m afraid of how she’ll react. Also, if I did tell her, would it be awkward the next time I see her in person? Would it even come up? Or would it like, change her perception of me?
  11. View File Vanessa - Missed her job interview It's Vanessa's big day today, she has to go through a job interview today and hopes to get her dream job. But she has two problems. First of all she needs to pee and the pressure in her bladder is rising. Second, she can't find the address of the company. She also wears a sports bag because part of the interview is showing her physical abilities. Vanessa is in agony. She check the navigation in her smartphone and then even phones the company and asks how to get there. It's pretty obvious she has to find bathroom really quickly but it's not her lucky day today. When she finally arrives at the door and searches for the bell she pisses her pants. She collapses on the stairs and starts crying. Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/16/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
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    Vanessa has had incredibly bad luck since her fall while skiing in the Alps. Her knee still hurts and for the very first time in her life she has to wear a brace. Vanessa leaves the hospital and reads the medical report on the bench. She needed to pee already during the examination but the young doctor was so hot and she was ashamed to ask him. Now she's getting anxious and what's worse, she can't walk quickly with the brace on. She's almost crying but wants to be brave and staggers to a nearby tree. Unfortunately some people are walking by so she quickly moves to another hidden spot - in a bush. Unfortunately the brace does not allow her to squat down or even take down her trousers completely. This simply can't have a happy ending! Watch her strong pee stream in this video.

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  13. View File Vanessa Hell - Troubles with the brace Vanessa has had incredibly bad luck since her fall while skiing in the Alps. Her knee still hurts and for the very first time in her life she has to wear a brace. Vanessa leaves the hospital and reads the medical report on the bench. She needed to pee already during the examination but the young doctor was so hot and she was ashamed to ask him. Now she's getting anxious and what's worse, she can't walk quickly with the brace on. She's almost crying but wants to be brave and staggers to a nearby tree. Unfortunately some people are walking by so she quickly moves to another hidden spot - in a bush. Unfortunately the brace does not allow her to squat down or even take down her trousers completely. This simply can't have a happy ending! Watch her strong pee stream in this video. Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Jeans  
  14. Violeta - A peaceful afternoon

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    I'm sure you know those days when you really want to relax. Read your favorite book and forget about all the daily worries. Violeta arrives in the park with her book and a blanket, hoping she could spend a lovely afternoon here. She still lives with her parents so she's convinced she won't leave the park before evening. But there are no toilets here, just trees and bushes. When she feels the first signs of her full bladder she doesn't pay much attention to it and keeps reading. But suddenly the pain is stronger and she almost can't hold it so she frantically starts searching a secluded spot in the forest. But the zipper on her jeans seems to be stuck and Violeta regrets she did not pee an hour ago when it wasn't that urgent. Now it's too late and she's slowly peeing her pants. What will she do? Watch our video.

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  15. View File Violeta - A peaceful afternoon I'm sure you know those days when you really want to relax. Read your favorite book and forget about all the daily worries. Violeta arrives in the park with her book and a blanket, hoping she could spend a lovely afternoon here. She still lives with her parents so she's convinced she won't leave the park before evening. But there are no toilets here, just trees and bushes. When she feels the first signs of her full bladder she doesn't pay much attention to it and keeps reading. But suddenly the pain is stronger and she almost can't hold it so she frantically starts searching a secluded spot in the forest. But the zipper on her jeans seems to be stuck and Violeta regrets she did not pee an hour ago when it wasn't that urgent. Now it's too late and she's slowly peeing her pants. What will she do? Watch our video. Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Jeans  
  16. View File Nathaly - I'm in a hurry Nathally decided to visit her friend. The problem is that she's really desperate for pee and there are no public toilets in the city. She tries to find a suitable bush but there are people everywhere. Her only chance is to get to her friend as quickly as possible and pee in her flat. She ALMOST made it. When she's already in the passage of the building she starts peeing her pants a bit. Then she gaves up, squats down and pees throught her pants on the paving. The lady who accidentally walked in was clearly surprised! Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Other  
  17. Nathaly - I'm in a hurry

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    Nathally decided to visit her friend. The problem is that she's really desperate for pee and there are no public toilets in the city. She tries to find a suitable bush but there are people everywhere. Her only chance is to get to her friend as quickly as possible and pee in her flat. She ALMOST made it. When she's already in the passage of the building she starts peeing her pants a bit. Then she gaves up, squats down and pees throught her pants on the paving. The lady who accidentally walked in was clearly surprised!

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  18. Rita - A spoiled trip

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    Rita is enjoying a lovely afternoon in Prague, she came here for a couple of days. She's having coffee and is so glad she had broken up with that annoying guy! After a while she pays for the beverages but forgets to go to the bathroom. She's really looking forward to sightseeing but she will be in serious trouble very soon. She's walking on the courtyard of the Prague castle and suddenly feels the need to pee. She's searching for public toilets and even asks a guy but he doesn't know either. She tries to use toilets in a luxury restaurant but they almost kick her out because she's not their guest and doesn't want to buy anything. Rita is trying to find a solution but it's too late. She pees her jeans on old castle stairs. Are you curious how she solves her situation? Watch this video...

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  19. View File Rita - A spoiled trip Rita is enjoying a lovely afternoon in Prague, she came here for a couple of days. She's having coffee and is so glad she had broken up with that annoying guy! After a while she pays for the beverages but forgets to go to the bathroom. She's really looking forward to sightseeing but she will be in serious trouble very soon. She's walking on the courtyard of the Prague castle and suddenly feels the need to pee. She's searching for public toilets and even asks a guy but he doesn't know either. She tries to use toilets in a luxury restaurant but they almost kick her out because she's not their guest and doesn't want to buy anything. Rita is trying to find a solution but it's too late. She pees her jeans on old castle stairs. Are you curious how she solves her situation? Watch this video... Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
  20. Vanessa Hell - Fuel in, Urine out

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    I'm driving my car with my girlfriend Vanessa and our story begins when I have to refuel and she is desperate to empty her bladder. The problem is that I have some troubles walking (injured leg) so I ask Vanessa to fuel up and then use the bathroom after she pays for the fuel. Vanessa is doing her best to hold it but the fuel tank is big and fuel is flowing inside too slowly. Vanessa starts peeing throught her shorts and even her court shoes are getting wet. She's terribly ashamed, runs away through the wash stand behind the waste containers and pees a strong stream there. The solution of this whole situation can be seen in this video.

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  21. View File Vanessa Hell - Fuel in, Urine out Submitter lovewettingcom Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jean shorts  
  22. A Damp Day

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    So, I have a legitimately weak bladder. I had intended to do a public wetting and then go pick up some things I needed to get, but during my preparation I lost control of my bladder while I was driving. I was finishing the last of my spurts when I parked and turned the camera on. Not to be deterred, and still in need of some supplies, I went into the store to change, only to discover my last diaper had been sabotaged! After cleaning up and getting what I needed, I went to a different store. I was bursting to pee already even though it had barely been 30 minutes since my first wetting. When you see me start to speed up I was already wetting myself, and continued to slowly wet until I was actually in the bathroom. I tried desperately to regain composure but you can tell when I just gave up and accepted my fate. After assessing the damage my hoodie came to the rescue again! I was terrified and darting between aisles because I didn't want to be seen. When the camera is focused on those Halloween cards that I'm feigning interest in because a large group of people were walking by. I'm still learning how to record these, and I'm still trying to conquer the crippling anxiety that naturally comes when you wet yourself in public. The camera work is horrible but I was trying to be discreet and make it look like I was texting the whole time. For anyone concerned, I cleaned up in the bathroom, and one of the reasons I like using the depends like that is that it absorbs a lot of pee before giving that nice pattern, and usually prevents most pee from getting on the floor. I learned a lot filming this, and hope to improve both my filming and editing in the future. Please, any advice, criticism, or if you just want to see something different, feel free to comment or PM me. Enjoy!

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  23. Author's note: I've been thinking about omo RPG ideas, and a broad storyline has come into my brain. Right now, I'm planning for the RPG itself to feature young adult characters - but in the setting I've envisioned, girls start having accidents in middle school or late elementary school, so I've written some stuff involving my main characters' first accidents. There will be no explicit sexual content involving these underage characters, but severe humiliation will be featured, including public exposure. Future installments will contain substantially more messing content. Reader discretion is advised. All deities depicted herein are an intentional work of fiction on the author's part. Any resemblance to other objects of worship, actually existing or otherwise, is probably a shameless ripoff from existing real-world or fictional religions but is not intended to reflect upon anyone's sincere beliefs or faiths. The Unstoppable Tide: Prologue - Deborah's Story Debbie returned to her seat to the sound of polite applause from the other students, and an approving nod from Father Nicholson. Her religious studies presentation had gone very smoothly, she thought. Next up was Kathy, the second-best student in the sixth-grade religion class, and Debbie's only rival - if either of them had been proud enough to consider each other rivals. But pride was a sin, and both of the girls strove for humility in all things. Debbie wore her raven-black hair short, tied in twintails with pink hair ribbons. She'd begun to blossom into womanhood, but her body was still small and petite, and she was still wearing a camisole under her white school-uniform blouse; it might be many months before her parents decided she should wear a training bra. As Kathy began to speak, Debbie became aware of the urge to pee. She thought nothing of it, at first - even the purest of heart would find their bladder filling with sin, and she would just need to hold it back until the end of class, as she usually did. She put the need from her mind, and offered a brief prayer to Tavis, Lord of the Sun and Heavens, on behalf of her less fortunate classmates - the girls who weren't so lucky as her, who had accidents in their panties on a regular basis. As the moments passed, though, the urge increased swiftly, far more swiftly than Debbie could remember having before. She crossed her legs and redoubled her efforts to hold it, but suddenly she really needed to pee, she needed to pee badly. She tried to focus on Kathy's presentation, in the hopes that her classmate's description on the Holy Dicta would bring His blessing upon her, but it was no good. Debbie needed to go to the bathroom, and no amount of prayer or meditation was doing anything to make her need to pee any less. Debbie glanced at the clock - nearly a half hour to go! At the rate her sudden and inexplicable need to pee was increasing, she couldn't possibly hold it that long. She would have to pee very soon, and if she tried to wait until the end of class, she'd end up peeing her panties. She'd have to use her hall pass, for the first time since second grade. Kathy was still talking, though, and Debbie felt certain that if she interrupted her classmate for such a base need, His Light would surely forsake her and she'd wet her panties right then and there. Debbie resolved to wait until Kathy's presentation was done - but her bladder ached with the burden of her pee, and it yearned to break through her self-control and make her pee her panties in front of everyone. Debbie squirmed, doing a potty dance in her seat, slowly becoming aware that her bouncing and fidgeting was attracting attention. Father Nicholson's eyes had fallen on her, and Debbie blushed, realizing that he must know how badly she needed to pee. Her ears burned - she thought she heard a murmuring behind her, she knew that the students behind her were staring at her. Debbie never needed to pee during the class period, everyone knew that - and now here she was, bouncing and wriggling, badly needing the bathroom, clearly moments away from peeing her panties. Kathy hesitated for a moment, looking at Debbie's struggle to hold it, then began speaking faster. She'd guessed that her friend was in serious danger of a wetting accident, and that her own presentation was the only reason Debbie hadn't asked to go already. She tried to rush through the rest of it, so that Debbie would have a chance to pee in a toilet instead of her panties Debbie's bladder swelled, her urethra ached with the strain of trying to keep her pee in her bladder instead of in her panties. Debbie realized in dismay that even the hall pass wouldn't be enough now - she was bursting to pee, she was on the verge of peeing her panties, if she didn't get to pee soon she was going to pee her panties - and if she tried leave the classroom and go down the hall, she'd completely wet herself before she got halfway there. Debbie looked at the children's potty in the front corner of the classroom. It was there for girls who couldn't hold it all the way through class and had used up their hall pass, but there was no privacy - any girl who used the potty had to take her panties off in front of everyone. Debbie blushed at the idea of doing that - but other girls had to do that, and right now it was either that or use her panties in front of everyone, and- Debbie realized, through the throbbing ache of her bladder, that Kathy had stopped talking. Debbie's hand shot up frantically. "Thank you, Katherine," said Father Nicholson, looking out across the classroom. "Who's next - yes, Deborah, what is it?" said the priest gently. "Father, I need to pee, may I please use the potty?" Debbie blurted out, blushing anew at the prospect, her thighs crossed tightly. She bit her lip, struggling with all her might against the unbearable pressure, but she could feel herself leaking, letting a little pee soak into her white cotton panties. O Lord, please grant me a few moments more, Debbie prayed frantically. "This is unusual for you, Deborah," said the priest, sounding concerned. "Are you sure you don't want to just use a hall pass?" "No, Father, I need to pee really bad," wailed Debbie. "M-may I please use the potty?" She bit her lip harder and whimpered, as another spurt of pee dampened her crotch. If she leaked much more, she'd get in trouble when she used the potty... "Certainly, my child," said Father Nicholson, stepping aside and gesturing to the child's potty in the corner. Debbie rose to her feet, took a step - and stopped, losing control again and leaking even more into her underwear. It was too late now - she'd wet herself too much, and she'd be counted as having an accident as soon as her skirt went up. There was only one thing she could do now: she'd have to ask to pee in her panties. Debbie opened her mouth - and shut it again. Even trembling with the unbearable need to pee, even with her panties already damp, she couldn't bring herself to ask to go to the bathroom in her panties, not when she hadn't peed her panties since preschool. And yet... "Deborah?" asked Father again, sounding even more concerned. Debbie swallowed her pride and opened her mouth again. "Father, I c-c-can't hold it anymore, may I please-" And suddenly, it was too late even for that. Her bladder let go entirely, and now she was peeing uncontrollably, peeing her panties, soaking her underwear completely with shameful dirty wetness. A murmuring rose behind her - she's peeing her panties, Debbie heard, she's having an accident right there, Debbie's peeing her panties, never thought I'd see her wet herself... Debbie's eyes welled up with tears of shame - but there was nothing she could do to stop it now. She was going pee right where she stood, she was going potty in her panties, and she couldn't hold it even a little bit. She closed her eyes and stood with her feet an inch apart, as tradition required for a girl having a wetting accident. Pee soaked through her panties, ran down her legs, stained her white pantyhose a shameful yellow, flooded her shoes, overflowed her shoes, and spread in a hot shameful puddle around her feet, slowly making its way from her desk to the nearest floor drain. The astonished murmuring continued behind Debbie as she continued to wet her panties. It seemed to take forever, but finally the flood of urine flowing through her panties slowed to a trickle, then to a slow dripping as her exhausted bladder finally finished drenching her panties with pee. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she heard Father speak the formal words. "Deborah, what have you done?" Debbie whimpered, found her voice. "F-father, I've peed my panties," she said, her lower lip trembling. "And did you have my permission?" Father Nicholson looked like he was almost as shocked as Debbie, speaking on autopilot as he went through the ritual of accident shaming. "N-no, Father, I peed my panties without... without permission," Debbie said. She knew the ritual all too well, she'd watched her fellow classmates say the words when they'd had an accident in class, but now it was her saying them, she was the one having to admit to peeing her panties without even the grace of the teacher's permission. "Very well. Stand in the corner please, Deborah." Father Nicholson's voice sounded sorrowful. Debbie had been his star pupil - even the boys weren't as good students as she was - and now here she was, having an accident in her panties like any other little girl. Debbie nodded meekly, and began to walk down the aisle of desks, her pee-filled shoes going squish, squish with every step. Every eye turned to watch Debbie as she did the walk of shame to the front of the classroom, turned to face the rest of the students. Father Nicholson cleared his throat. "Deborah..." Debbie whimpered in shame. "S-sorry, Father," she said, knowing all too well what else she had to do. Her hands hesitantly reached for the hem of her skirt, and her blush intensified as she lifted the skirt above her waist. She began to sob in utter humiliation as she displayed the yellow-stained crotch of her freshly peed panties for the whole class to see. She was especially aware of the boys' eyes on her wet panties, and she wished she could hide the her underwear, hide the humiliating pee stain she'd soaked her panties with, but that was the rules - any girl (and it was almost always a girl) who peed or pooped her panties in class without permission had to display them for everyone to see. Such was the will of Tavis: a girl who lost control of her toilet training, who went to the bathroom in their panties without permission, must expose their shameful dirtiness. The murmuring of Debbie's classmates grew louder; Father cleared his throat emphatically to silence it. "Quiet, please. Deborah's shame is between her and Tavis. Jane, would you please give your presentation?" Jane nodded, and bit her own lip; she was not one of the lucky ones. The pretty blonde didn't usually wet herself, but she had been pooping her panties almost weekly, ever since that horrible day in fifth grade - and Debbie was almost the only one who'd shown her any compassion. The fact that Jane had begun to bloom early in other ways - she was one of the few sixth-graders to have any appreciable breasts - was hardly sufficient compensation for her constant, and frequently futile, struggle to keep from soiling herself. Jane wished she could do something for Debbie now, but the rules were the rules. Jane swallowed, waddled carefully to the front of the classroom - she had, in fact, pooped her panties in last class, and wasn't eligible to use her own changing pass until the end of this one - and began to speak, sparing a brief glance at Debbie standing behind her, trembling hands holding her skirt up and keeping her sodden, still-dripping panties on display. To be continued...
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  25. [Male] A Damp Day

    View File A Damp Day So, I have a legitimately weak bladder. I had intended to do a public wetting and then go pick up some things I needed to get, but during my preparation I lost control of my bladder while I was driving. I was finishing the last of my spurts when I parked and turned the camera on. Not to be deterred, and still in need of some supplies, I went into the store to change, only to discover my last diaper had been sabotaged! After cleaning up and getting what I needed, I went to a different store. I was bursting to pee already even though it had barely been 30 minutes since my first wetting. When you see me start to speed up I was already wetting myself, and continued to slowly wet until I was actually in the bathroom. I tried desperately to regain composure but you can tell when I just gave up and accepted my fate. After assessing the damage my hoodie came to the rescue again! I was terrified and darting between aisles because I didn't want to be seen. When the camera is focused on those Halloween cards that I'm feigning interest in because a large group of people were walking by. I'm still learning how to record these, and I'm still trying to conquer the crippling anxiety that naturally comes when you wet yourself in public. The camera work is horrible but I was trying to be discreet and make it look like I was texting the whole time. For anyone concerned, I cleaned up in the bathroom, and one of the reasons I like using the depends like that is that it absorbs a lot of pee before giving that nice pattern, and usually prevents most pee from getting on the floor. I learned a lot filming this, and hope to improve both my filming and editing in the future. Please, any advice, criticism, or if you just want to see something different, feel free to comment or PM me. Enjoy! Submitter Ashen Scout Submitted 10/27/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Other