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  1. So I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while for college exams but now that they're over I'll be able to post a lot more! some of you guys requested more experiences so here you are! So it was a nice Friday in March and it was my friend's birthday, so I was planning to head down to a little mall close to campus after school to see a movie with her and another friend. As I exited my last class, I felt a small twinge in my bladder. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and I'd dranken a large soda during lunch (it was around 3pm now). However, I thought "I can just go at the mall" and scurried to catch the bus to my destination. When I got to the mall, my friend texted and said that they'd be there in around 10 minutes, so I decided to grab a frap at Starbucks. Mistake number one. However, since my bladder wasn't twinging anymore, I completely forgot about that as I slurped my drink and looked around in some stores. When my friend called to say that they were there, my bladder twinged again and I thought about going right now, but decided now to as not to annoy my friend (it was her birthday!). So I walked across the mall to the theatre, tossing away my starbucks as I went. When I got there, my friends were waiting. One of them handed me a large soda and popcorn that she had purchased, and I took is greedily. We went into the movie and it started. It was really quite funny. I slurped my soda, chomped my popcorn, and watched. An hour into the movie, I felt my bladder give a small jolt. I knew I had to pee for real now, no more of the twinge stuff. My soda was gone already, which I instantly regretted. I decided not to go to the restroom, because the movie was just reaching its climax and I didn't want to miss it. There was around an hour of it left, however. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my urge grow steadily worse. I crossed my legs tightly and stuffed my hands into my crotch, but it didn't help. "You can hold it, you're in college!" I thought. I jiggled my legs slightly and almost moaned in delight. It helped a little, but soon my friend was nudging me and saying "stop kicking me!" I apologized and turned my eyes back to the movie. Soon, I felt another huge wave of pee slam into my crotch and groaned. I could feel it pulsating inside me, forcing itself out of my crotch. The warm liquid sloshd around in me as I shifted, jamming my hands into my crotch even harder. It was agony now, and I was cursing at myself for not going before the movie. My bladder seemed to be filling up by the second now. I was gasping and writhing in my seat, forcing the pee not to leak out. My muscles contracted and pain shot through my abdomen, my poor muscles squeezing together painfully. Oh, it hurt so much! My swollen bladder sloshed inside me as we stood up when the movie was (finally) over. My friends had to leave, so as soon as I bade them goodbye (with one hand grasping my crotch), I sprinted to find the restrooms, Sprinting just made it worse and a little bit of leakage slipped into my undies. Finally, I saw a sign up ahead that said "Ladies" and dashed towards it, flinging open the door. When I entered it, I groaned. One of the stalls was out of order and the line was ten people long. I joined the line. Minutes later, I realized that I wouldn't make it. One of the two remainng stalls was occupied by a woman who, judging by the grunting and straining sounds emmiting from the stall, wouldn't be out for a while. The only working stall was moving slowly, and I knew I was going to pee myself by the time it was mine turn. I exited the bathroom and rushed towards the west entrance parking lot, both hands jammed into my crotch as hard as possible. I was thinking that I could find a tree or bust to urinate in, because I didn't see any bathrooms around me. But as I ran, pee started leaking out of my vagina area into my panties. I shut my eyes, running as fast as I could, but running only made it worse. Beads of pee pushed themselves out of my crotch into my panties. Then the dam broke. A golden waterfall erupted from my vagina. Hot, never-ending liquid was gushing out, soaking my panties, running down my legs. I almost moaned with relief, forgetting that I was in a mall! The pee ran down my things, my legs, into my socks. I could hear the sexy hissing noise of it in my leather pants. It felt so good, I almost sank onto the ground in relief. Everything ached, but I didn't care. Everything on my lower half was wet with pee, but the warm urine as still running down my legs like a never ending hosepipe. I think this is one of the best omorashi expierences I've ever had. I ended up going to a nearby store, purchasing a pair of cheap shorts, changing into them, and going home. Ahhhh.....
  2. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  3. View File wetting my sexy tight levis 501 jeans at the mall and wet them completely outdoor afterwards wetting my sexy tight levis 501 jeans at the mall and wet them completely outdoor afterwards comments welcome Submitter femboydl Submitted 07/11/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing  
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  6. "Mm. This lemonade sure is good." Molly said to her two companions. She had just finished drinking her third cup of lemonade. "You're already finished? That's your third cup!" her friend Ivy exclaimed. "I know. But I was just really thirsty today." Molly replied. Today, Molly was spending her Saturday at the Hendersville Mall with her two friends Kate and Ivy. They had decided to shop for clothes, but at the moment the trio were currently drinking lemonade in the food court. Before settling down, they had just exited the second clothing store they had shopped at. In Molly's first bag was a nice beige-colored blouse and a matching skirt. In her second was a pair of blue jeans and jeans shorts. At the moment Molly was wearing a light blue floral shirt, a pair of pink straight pants, and white casual sneakers. "I'll be right back you guys. I gotta go to to the bathroom. I probably shouldn't have drank all that lemonade like you said." Molly nervously said while getting up. "Can you watch my stuff while I go to the little girls room?" "Sure." Kate said. With that, Molly was off. She entered the hallway to where the bathrooms were, only to be met with a janitor whose name tag read "Nick" and his cart of supplies. "Sorry kid. This is gonna take a while. Go to the bathroom that's two floors down." He said. "Okay," Molly said dutifully. With that she headed towards the elevators. She then pressed the button to call the elevator. TBC
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  8. Alltheomorashi

    Tom and Kelly

    It’s the return of Tom and Kelly! This forum will be where I put all of my stories with these two from now on. This is just the first of many I already have lined up, including a New Years themed one I hope to have up tomorrow! I recommend reading all the parts of The Show Must Go On before reading this since that’s where the characters are established and some of the events from that series are referenced here. Can be read as a stand alone though since it’s pretty easy to infer what generally happened in the other story. Sorry for the long introduction, but now that you’re through that you’re at the content you really came for ;) Enjoy! —————————————————— It had been over a month since the performance that had cost Kelly her reputation. Over a month since stories of her wetting herself, on stage no less, had circulated throughout the school. Many a student had gone to subsequent shows in hopes of catching the poor girl having another accident, only to be disappointed. For a little while, rumors had buzzed that she had worn diapers through subsequent performances to prevent disaster. Although Kelly, Tom, and the director knew these to be true, the rest of the student body quickly dismissed them. After all, wetting herself was one thing but being so incontinent she needed a diaper to get through a show? There was no way. Except Kelly had time and again proved that it was possible that weekend, and with each passing day that she heard nothing from Tom, she began to believe more and more that he had forgotten about the whole thing. The fall air of November had slipped into the cold winds of late December, so Kelly had chosen to wear a black sweater that stopped just shy of her waist with a pair of light gray skinny jeans and black leather boots. As she exited her last class of the day on Friday, she found herself coming face to face with Tom, and immediately memories of that night after the second performance came rushing back to her like some kind of PTSD. Her face flushed red at the memories as she approached him, knowing that trying to avoid him was futile if she wanted to maintain what little of her dignity remained and avoid those videos getting out. “Hello Kelly. Fancy a trip to the mall? I have big plans for us this new year’s and you’ll need a nice outfit. I’m thinking a pretty little dress,” he mused. “I don’t know if I should spend the money....” “Don’t worry about it, everything is on me today. Plus we hardly have time to wait since the 31st is around the corner. Now go get changed” he explained handing her a diaper, the same kind with the little wetness detecting, disappearing stars from the night of her performance. She quickly shoved it into her backpack, looking around to make sure no one had seen, eliciting a chuckle from Tom. “I’ll be back” she sighed, heading to the bathroom. She made her way to the bathroom, ducking into a stall. She shimmied out of her jeans before yanking off her panties and shoving them into her backpack. Deciding to use this unmonitored time to her advantage she quickly sat down on the toilet, releasing what little content her bladder had in hopes of staving off an accident. Perhaps if she could stay dry, causing Tom to grow bored of her, he’d give up and delete the videos. In the meantime though, she was doomed. She glared at the diaper in disdain before fiddling with the tabs a moment and finally managing to get the diaper on. She then pulled back on her jeans, struggling to get them up over the bulky diaper. After leaving the stall, she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, gulping at the sight. The jeans that had once cradled her ass now were streatched taut over the diaper. There was a slight bulge, visible enough if one was paying attention, and the white elastic peeked just above the waistband of her jeans. If her sweater rode up at all it’d be visible and she hoped that bending over wouldn’t reveal even more of the humiliating garment. Knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, she sighs and goes to join Tom. ”Damn, those jeans are tight, aren’t they? I guess you better hope no one else notices, or that you don’t do anything to make that diaper swell” Tom winks, taking his car keys out of his pocket and swinging them cheerfully. “Wait I rode my bike to school today!” Kelly calls after him as she hurries to catch up. “You can toss it into the trunk of my car and I’ll drop you off at home when we’re done,” he shrugged. As they began the drive to the mall, Tom suddenly facepalmed lightly, “silly me!” he exclaimed, feigning surprise, “I totally forgot to pack more diapers. I guess you’ll need to keep that one on all trip. We’ll only be at the mall for a few hours so you should be fine right?” Kelly hates the grin he’s wearing but she still manages to reply with a confident “of course I’ll be!” “Good,” he laughs “so you of course wouldn’t mind that I got you an iced tea then. Gotta keep you hydrated!” He hands her one of those McDonald’s iced teas, the ones in the massive cups, and Kelly trembles at the thought. She looks at him as if to beg him to reconsider but he just raises an expectant eyebrow and she sighs and begins to sip on it. “I expect you to have finished that by the time we get to the mall.” “But the mall is only 5 minutes away!” Kelly protested. “Then you better drink quickly.” Kelly finished downing the tea right as they were pulling into the parking lot and Tom had to admit he was mildly impressed. He wordlessly handed her a water bottle as he stepped out of the car and she began to sip on it, knowing it was expected of her. “Come on let’s find you something nice to wear huh? Tell you what, if you keep that diaper dry today I’ll let you wear regular panties during our next adventure.” he promised. As the ice tea slowly began to make its way to her bladder, Kelly bit her lip, already doubting she’d be so lucky. They bounced around a few store before anything caught Kelly’s eye. She figured that if she was going to get something without having to foot the bill, it might as well be something she loved. And if it happened to be on the more expensive side? Well, serves Tom right. Almost an hour had passed and she’d finished the water from before. She could feel her bladder growing heavy and under normal circumstances she would have headed to the bathroom by now but she knew that wasn’t an option. For now, her bladder muscles were sufficient to keep her dry, but she doubted it would stay that way for much longer. Despite her initial decision to find something she really wanted, she quickly changed her mind. She needed this trip to end, fast, before she ended up humiliating herself in front of Tom again. “At least he’d be the only one who’d know” she thinks ruefully, but she would take whatever silver lining she could get. After an overly long and bladder torturing conversation with a cheerful sales woman, one she could only blame on her own politeness instead of Tom’s meddling, Kelly was squirming, barely shy of full on pee dancing like a toddler. She had found two dresses in her size and was about to make a final decision when Tom piped up. “Honestly you should just try them both on,” and before Kelly could emphasize how not necessary that was, the saleswoman from before had overheard, whisking over and eagerly grabbing the two dresses with a peppy “I’ll get that fitting room set right up for you!”. The woman was oblivious to Kelly’s struggle, as Kelly moaned, hiding her front against the racks as she dug her hands into her crotch to help her hold. Tom watched the woman in pleased disbelief, laughing incredulously “You’d think I paid her to torture you but damn, she’s just that oblivious.” He turned back to a Kelly only to find her still hiding her desperate crotch grabbing from the rest of the store patrons and shook his head in mock disapproval. “Is that any way for a grown woman to act? Come on you have dresses to try on!” Tom all but dragged Kelly to her designated fitting room before pushing her in and giving a cocky and taunting wave as she closed the door. She moaned as she bent over to pull off her jeans, a small spurt shooting out into the diaper, causing one of the small stars to fade. She held her crotch and danced for a bit, determinedly avoiding her reflection because she already knew she must look like a young toddler, sitting there dancing in nothing but her sweater and a diaper. Once she felt she had regained a modicum of control she removed her sweater and shimmied into a form hugging little black dress. She stepped out of the fitting room, legs trembling so Tom and the saleswoman could appraise the look. “Hmm I think you should try the other dress on dearie” the saleswoman said and Tom gleefully agreed, not believing his luck in stumbling on this woman. Kelly barely resisted a groan as she went back into the changing room. The effort of removing the tight dress infinitely worsened her situation and she was full on pee dancing as she grabbed the other dress and struggled to put it on. It was a red A-line dress with a busty top and short flowing skirt that fell just past the edge of the diaper. An alluring cut that would have typically delighted her as it barely covered her ass, but now it was a curse. She braced herself, stopping herself just barely from dancing around, holding her self stiff while her legs trembled slightly, and bladder burning, and then stepped out of the changing room. She could feel herself slipping, any moment now and she’d be done for. “Ah! That’s the one!” the saleswoman said gleefully, clapping her hands together. Tom opened his mouth to answer as well when Kelly’s body stilled. He closed mis mouth and then it stretched into a smirk. He knew that look. Of course he had noticed how her legs had been trembling when she’d stepped out, how could he not. Kelly’s bladder had finally given up, forcing her to relax, and poor Kelly had been holding for so long that she was awash with relief. “If I had known you’d be so relieved to hear me give my approval I would have started helping you sooner” the saleswoman giggled. Kelly blushed red, knowing the real reason for her sudden relief and not realizing how obvious it had been. Tom stopped to listen closely and could hear the telltale hissing of her wetting and his smirk only grew that much more. The saleswoman was fussing over Kelly and the dress’s fit but Kelly just sat there mortified. When the hissing finally stopped and the saleswoman flitted away to put the rejected dress back, Kelly turned to re-enter the fitting room and Tom gleefully noticed that the diaper had swelled enough to be seen just below the short dresses’ hem line. Kelly removed the dress carefully, no longer rushing now that her bladder was empty and satisfied. If putting her jeans on before had been difficult, putting them on now was nigh on impossible. She finally squeezed into them and the bulge was quite noticeable. She groaned but was at least grateful that the diaper meant no one else would have to know. She exited the stall and knew from Tom’s smug expression he knew exactly what had happened, not that she had expected any less. She had not, however, been expecting him to shove a large bottle of water into her hands. “Chug it” he quietly commanded into her ear, as he took the dress from her to go pay. As much as she hated to admit it, a slight thrill ran down Kelly’s spine from the order. She chugged the bottle as ordered, unworriedx even though she already felt her bladder refilling, since they’d be in the car headed back to her place soon. She rejoined Tom at the exit, reaching to grab her dress bag but Tom held it out of reach. “Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged, “it’s the least I can do.” Kelly was surprised by the gesture, questioning if he was really as much of an asshole as he had initially thought. Perhaps very very VERY below the surface he was capable of being a good person. “You’ll probably need both hands to hold yourself so you don’t piss your diaper again anyway” Tom racked on as an afterthought, and with a blush and an eye roll Kelly immediately took back her previous thought. Kelly began to walk towards the exit before Tom caught her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “To the car?” “Don’t be silly. A new dress requires new shoes,” he said, pulling her in the opposite direction, deeper into the mall, before releasing her. “I think the shoe store is this way,” Tom declared, marching off in an arbitrary direction as Kelly picked up her pace in order to keep up. It only took 10minutes of them wandering around for Kelly to start squirming again. At 20minutes she started growing more nervous. At 30minutes they finally found the stupid store, Tom looking not at all apologetic for getting them lost, and she was absolutely dying for a piss. Of course, Tom insisted she get heels. “Think how good it’ll make your legs look in the dress babe,” he smirked, playing the endearing boyfriend part well. She hated him for it. Before she knew it she had 2 pairs of shoes sitting in front of her waiting to be tried on and she worried her bladder wouldn’t survive an attempt to try either one of them on. She somehow managed to survive trying the first pair on, but the second pair, a set of gorgeous red pumps, were trying. She barely managed to walk in them, legs trembling as she tried to keep back the impending flood, not wanting to wet a diaper twice in one afternoon. She felt a huge leak spurt out of her, and she gulped, sphincter quivering and working in over time to stop any more from exiting her exhausted bladder. Having gotten used to how diapers worked from wearing them during the play all that time ago, Kelly kept expecting the warmth in her crotch to fade as it was absorbed by the diaper but it had only faded a little and she could still feel liquid against her crotch. Kelly quickly sat down, saying she’d take the shoes as she came to a humiliating realization. She had oversaturated the diaper, its capacity reached. If she wet herself anymore the diaper would surely leak into her jeans. Her very light jeans. She panicked, quickly leaning over to whisper in Tom’s ear “I think my diaper’s about to leak!” Tom looked at her stunned. He blinked at her a few times before he broke out in a grin like a child on Christmas. If it weren’t at her expense Kelly may have found the expression adorable, but now it only frustrates her. He would be no help. “I guess that’s more incentive not to wet again,” he supplied unhelpfully. He boxed back up the shoes, whispering “I’ll pay for these and you can wait outside the store for me if it would make you feel better.” He stood and strode up to the cashier and Kelly quickly threw back on her own shoes and ran out into the main section of the mall. Foot traffic had picked up and more people were walking around outside, although not so many that she had ample cover. She backed herself into the wall as to be as inconspicuous as possible and grabbed hold of her crotch, dancing around frantically. Tom exited the store and saw her bent at the waist, hands buried in her crotch, and legs twisted like a pretzel. He strolled up to her and was about to ask how she was holding up only to get his answer without her having to say a word. As her hard stream clearly couldn’t be stopped no matter what she did, she extracted her hands and uncrossed her legs, although she kept her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to stem the flow at least a little. There were obvious wet stains down from her legs to her ankles, where her piss was then trickling out onto the floor and forming a puddle. Eventually the waterfall turned into a river and then a trickle before ending all together. Both Kelly and Tom realized at the same time that the crotch of her jeans was conspicuously dry. If the obvious bulge of the diaper beneath her jeans caused by all the swelling wasn’t enough to tip people off, the pattern of the wet stain was. It clearly outlined the leg holes of the diaper in front and back and if you only looked at her legs her jeans had clearly gone from light gray to black where her piss had touched, but in all the places where her crotch and ass should be soaked from the wetting as well there was nothing. “Oh my god I can’t believe you did it” he chuckled in disbelief, “ I thought for sure you’d last until we were in front of your place. Or as least until we got to the car!” Kelly could only blush shyly in the face of Tom’s laughter. “Come on let’s get you home” Tom huffed out between laughs as he led her away from the scene of her crime and back out of the mall. A few people noticed Kelly’s state and whispered, but the vast majority remained oblivious as, to Kelly’s immense surprise, Tom mostly shielded her front, which had taken the majority of the damage, from view with his own body. Kelly filed that information away for later analysis and determinedly ignored the small thrill crawling up and down her spine in the aftermath of her humiliation.