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I have no idea if people like my writing style or what I choose to focus on, but I write them for my entertainment ? I would be glad if you happen to like it as well. I'm intending to write three parts, so here's part 1. Part 1 is class, Part 2 is after class, and Part 3 is party. Part 1: Class It was Lily's last day of college. All she had to do for her last final was present to her classmates and she would have her nursing degree. Tonight, she would celebrate at her best friend Amber's house party. Right now, though, she was counting down the minutes until she could BS her way through her 10 minute presentation on "Advocacy in the Nursing Profession." She barely paid attention to the class to begin with - there were so many technical and medical things to learn, the big picture policy was what Lily skipped out on. But right now, she was especially distracted because she had to pee. Usually, she was someone with no hesitation to just leave during someone's presentation and come back, but rehearsing her presentation took all her attention. When she finally noticed how badly she had to pee, she was two presenters away from her own presentation. She probably had enough time, but Aisling, the presenter at the time, sped through hers in all of four minutes. Lily didn't want to risk stepping out while Brenna presented in case she did the same. Poor Aisling and Brenna seemed to be facing the same issue as Lily. They were all nervous about public speaking, which doesn't help with having to pee, and the 90 degree summer weather meant a lot of hydration. None of them thought about the consequences of that action... Aisling did indeed speed through her presentation because she needed to go. She held it, assuming she could go after she presented, but that proved to be a mistake. By the time she got up, she felt light-headed and even considered letting a little out. Her tight khaki shorts would hide nothing, though. As she walked up, she clenched her kegels and had the irrational thought of being glad most of the class were heterosexual women. Her straight brown hair, brushed to one side, and green eyes, along with her curvy body, definitely would put her in the cute category, but her butt was out of this world. Just the other day, Brenna admitted she, a straight woman, regularly checked out her ass. On second thought, Aisling thought, maybe people would notice. She turned around and stood by the computer with her PowerPoint and tried to speak normally. She adopted an awkward pose of leaning against the desk with her legs tightly crossed, but it worked in offering some relief for the time being. As she neared the end, though, an overwhelming urge overcame her, and her eyes widened as she stuttered through her conclusion. Forcing herself to continue speaking, she ignored the first spurt drenching her thong. "And that's wh-wh-why... uhh... hospital workplace conditions are indicators of the quality of service." Finishing her presentation, she asked, "Any questions?" as she prayed there would be none. Looking around the room, she could tell no one was paying much attention. She would definitely prefer that than rapt engagement at the moment, and that also meant nothing was showing. There were no quizzical looks, no sympathy, just blank faces. After a pause that felt like forever, she thanked the class to scattered applause and set her materials down on her desk before sneaking out as Brenna got up. Aisling rushed to the bathroom down the hall, releasing another, longer spurt now that she was out of the public eye. She felt this one trickle down her left leg but refused to look down as she banged open the bathroom door. As a third spurt, this one for a few seconds, came out, she grabbed a stall and slammed the door shut. She danced on the spot as she unbuttoned her shorts. She looked down and saw a wet patch on the front the size of a clementine going down the left leg and as she pulled her shorts down she could see it went down along the crotch towards the butt, about the size of a dollar bill. Probably just visible enough she couldn't show herself in class, she thought. She pulled down the thong and sat down exactly as the rest of her urine came gushing out, mostly making it. She felt a twinge of disappointment, though, looking at her quite wet underwear. She had peed herself once before, when she was running a half-marathon, but she wore black leggings and it was practically expected at events like that. As a child, though, she had struggled with holding it until early middle school, so to have even a small accident as an adult brought back unwelcome memories. She forced herself to forget about it and wiped the sweat off her brow before pulling out her phone to text Brenna, her friend in the class, to bring her stuff to the bathroom when she was done. "Hey Brooke, sorry for missing your presentation, I'm in the girls bathroom, could you bring my stuff to me when you're done? I'll explain when you get here." Little did she know that Brenna was in a similarly difficult spot, though Brenna was struggling with a different bodily function. A whole week of studying meant Brenna barely paid attention to her body and she had only pooped once - at the beginning of the week. She remembered to pee before class, but she was rushed for time and didn't listen to her body on the other end. Grimacing as she set up her materials, her butt was clenched shut inside a pair of boyshort panties and professional gray slacks. As she presented, she started and stopped multiple times, distracted by her urge. She even let out some silent farts unintentionally. The class, barely paying attention, chalked up her performance to nerves, but Brenna's face was as red as her long hair. Sweat formed on her white blouse and at one point she gripped the end of the table. Lily, in the audience, looked on in agony as Brenna took the full time allotted due to her slow speaking. At one point, around three-fourths of the way through, Brenna felt an almighty weight drop as everything descended. She internally braced as she stopped speaking mid-sentence, but to no avail. "Nurses need to discuss societal barriers with... uh... umgh..." A first turd poked out, pushed out until it hit her blue boyshorts. She realized she had stopped mid-sentence and did her best to continue talking normally as the first turd inched out. "...with social workers in order to ensure, umm, relevant medical advice for the patient." It would feel surreal to poop in public and have no one notice as you spoke, but right now Brenna was just presenting on auto-pilot. The panties pushed out slowly before meeting resistance with her slacks and Brenna pinched off the first turd as she finished her conclusion. Despite not really having to pee, an inevitable squirt came out as well. She felt it roll down her right leg, but it was likely unnoticeable. She asked the audience for any questions, but no one had any as the faintest of odors wafted up to her nose. She stiffly walked off as people politely applauded. When she got to her desk, she meant to pick up her backpack and immediately leave, but she saw the text from Aisling on her notifications. She swiftly grabbed her materials too and exited the room, praying no one noticed. When she shut the door behind her, she touched the back of her slacks and could feel where the poop was, but it wasn't a large bulge by any means - she probably got away with it. She headed to the bathroom and the mess immediately presumed descending as she walked, the rest of the first turd coming out and curling up in her panties. She rushed into the bathroom and a stall, now distinctly able to smell herself, and unbuckled her belt as a second one started coming out. She pulled down her pants and dropped them, but as she bent over to pull down her panties, the rest of the second turd rushed out, crackling as it added to the bulge, now larger than an orange and barely held in place. It drooped left, the left leg band on her boyshorts pulled away from her pale leg. If anyone could see, they would see a large ball of poop precariously held in, about to fall along her left leg. She gingerly removed her underwear without incident, though, and dumped them out quickly as she sat down; she proceeded to let out the rest of her poop. Next door, Aisling heard the crackling and saw the stained panties around the ankles of the stall next door. She decided against mentioning it and asked, "Brenna, is that you?" A strained grunt was the reply before, "Yeah, Aisling, I got your stuff. Let's get out of here as soon as possible." After a few wipes and a failed attempt to wipe off the underwear, Brenna left her stall and Aisling followed suit. While Brenna may have had the more extravagant accident, Aisling's was much more visible. They sized each other up before Brenna found some humor in their situation and chuckled. "Let's not tell anyone about this... we graduated and don't need to see any of these people again."

I’ve never done an interactive story before, so this is kinda new to me. The story will focus on the theme of a medieval fantasy world and the various characters within. WARNING: This story will contain messing The four available characters are thus far as follows: KATHERINE Bladder: Gargantuan Bowels: Gargantuan Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Brown Height: 5’10” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Medium (50% mana) Wealth: Limitless Queen Katherine is the current Queen of Providia. Years of conditioning and practice throughout long meetings has left her with a truly incredible bladder and bowel capacity, able to withstand almost inhuman amounts of piss and shit for extraordinarily long periods of time. ASHLYN Bladder: Very Large Bowels: Small Hair Colour: Blonde Eye Colour: Blue Height: 5’6” Hip/Ass Size: Medium Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Mageworthy (100% mana) Wealth: &500 Lady Ashlyn is the one of the noblewomen of the court of Queen Katherine. Like her Queen, she has trained herself to hold her bladder, but unfortunately she suffers from bowel issues that have plagued her for years. Secretly, this is caused by Ashlyn’s training as a magic-user, a hobby that is most unusual especially for a member of the nobility. ERIA Bladder: Medium Bowels: Medium Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Green Height: 5’10” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Small Magical Talent: Major (75% mana) Wealth: &10 Eria is the personal housecarl of Queen Katherine, and is responsible for making sure that the needs of the Queen are attended to. She has a perfectly reasonable bladder and bowel capacity, although she often finds herself busy as the needs of her queen come first, of course. SARANI Bladder: Small Bowels: Large Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Brown Height: 6’00” Hip/Ass Size: Large Breast Size: Large Magical Talent: Minor (25% mana) Wealth: &8 Sarani is the one of the Queen’s bodyguards and a loyal protector of the court, despite her foreign origins in the Deserts of Fangs. Despite her tough, no-nonsense persona, she has one of the weakest bladders of the whole royal guard, a curse left on her by a mysterious mage several years ago. MAGICAL INVENTORY [5% mana] Mystical Reveal: Shows bladder and bowel capacity of target [20% mana] Hold Sphincter: Allows holding of urine for a random period of time [25% mana] Pleasurable Prevention: Relieves feeling of desperation from bladder for a random period of time [40% mana] Anal Bind: Allows holding of poop for a random period of time [40% mana] Load Swap: Swaps bladder and bowel percentages [45% mana] Divine Mercy: Relieves feeling of desperation from bladder and bowels for a random period of time [50% mana] Shift Spell: Transforms random percentage of urine into diarrhea (increases bowel need) [50% mana] Toilet Transformation: Transforms diarrhea into solid waste or vice versa (no change in bowel need). Can be used on spellcaster or other person [65% mana] Fill Bladder: Target’s bladder is suddenly full (random percentage; minimum 80%) [65% mana] Magical Connection: Place random percentage of urine or poop into target’s bladder and/or bowels from spellcaster [75% mana] Fill Bowels: Target’s bowels are suddenly full (random percentage; minimum 80%) [85% mana] Explosive Release: Target’s holding capacity for both ends is severely reduced [100% mana] Uncontrollable: Target suddenly wets and shits themselves Failure to cast a spell may cause the spell to backfire, causing the opposite result to the one intended. Furthermore, increased magic usage reduces bowel capacity HOW TOILET USAGE WORKS Free Release: Any character may urine/defecate freely, but they will incur major social embarrassment if found. If they relieve themselves outside of the castle, they may be arrested and fined (Katherine is except from this) Chamber Pots: Any character may use a chamber pot if they can find one, but only to relieve their bladders. If they release their bowels, they will also incur major social embarrassment and may be charged for a new chamber pot (Katherine is except from this) Katherine and Ashlyn each have a single chamber pot inside their bedchambers, as do the other nobility Eria and Sarani must use the communal chamber pots, of which there are five in the cellar beneath the castle Privy: Any character can use a privy to release their bladder and bowels Katherine has her own private privy in the bathroom next to her bedchambers Ashlyn must use the privy used by other nobles, which has a single seat Eria and Sarani must use the communal privy, which has three seats and no doors. They may be forced to relieve themselves next to or in front of other people PART 0 Choose Character: A Katherine B Ashlyn C Eria D Sarani

This is the first omorashi story I'm sharing here. As my username suggests, it involves a gorgeous woman doing a poo in her skirt - and a wee, too. Tara Iskan looked in the bathroom mirror and stroked her flowing black hair. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She was dressed the part, too, in her favourite pleated blue skirt. She and her boyfriend Garin made such an elegant couple - and they would make such a good impression on his business colleagues when they arrived at his formal event that evening! She trembled in excitement at the thought of impressing everyone there - though it was a little vain to say so, she was sure that she would be the hottest woman there, and Garin most likely the hottest man, too. There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo in a couple of days, and while she had felt fine setting off, by the time they got to the rest area she was feeling a little uncomfortable. When she had gone to the toilets, though, they were in such a disgusting state that she couldn't bring herself to use them. Painful as it would be, she would just have to hold it until she got there, and then avail herself of the much more sanitary facilities. She strode out of the toilets to meet her boyfriend. "How were the toilets?" he asked. "The men's were really gross." "Oh, horrible," she said. "I couldn't bear to use them." "So you're going to set off without having used the toilet?" he asked. "Are you sure you can hold it?" Tara laughed. "Are you implying that I'm going to have an accident? I'm 24 years old. Don't be ridiculous." "Well, not necessarily," he said. "But every woman has her limit, and there could be bad traffic thanks to the flooding." "I'm not going to have an accident," she said. "I'm not a little baby." "My mother once ended up wetting her skirt on a road trip, and she was 36," said Garin. "But if you're sure you can hold it, come on." "Yes, I'm sure I can hold it," she said, impatiently. ***** "Um...Garin..." Tara said, gently rubbing her aching abdomen. "Can we stop at the next chance of a toilet? I'm not sure I can hold it." Garin sighed. "What did I tell you?" he said, looking at the traffic ahead. "We're going to be diverted onto a small road thanks to the floods, and there aren't any rest stops for several kilometres. I'm afraid you'll just have to hold it." Tara winced and shifted in her seat. Her bowels were aching for release, and her bladder was swelling from the coffee she'd had earlier, too. If it wasn't for those fucking floods, she could have easily held it until they got there. Now she was worrying about a far more imminent flood exploding into her skirt. The thought of arriving at the business event in a soiled skirt was just unspeakably humiliating, never mind her poor boyfriend having to scrub out his car. Would their relationship even survive it? And all because she didn't want to use a filthy toilet...it was almost enough to make her cry. But she could hold it. She would hold it. Her white knickers were still spotless, and she hadn't even slipped a fart, though it would have relieved the unbearable pain in her bowels. She just couldn't risk the chance that she would lose control if she let one go. Straining her muscles as hard as she could, she pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and searched for methods to help women control their bladder and bowels when they couldn't go. She saw some advice suggesting to think of something else other than her urge, and she tried to focus on how she would impress her boyfriend's colleagues with her beauty...beauty untarnished by having disgraced herself. She managed to suppress the urge a little, but she had to keep on clenching her muscles, and they were starting to tire. If this traffic jam didn't end soon, there was going to be trouble. Very messy trouble. The thought of soiling herself had been unthinkable 2 hours earlier, but now it seemed not only possible, but likely. 2 days of poo were pushing hard against her anus, and it wouldn't be long before she gave in. As for her bladder, she held herself with 1 hand to try to reduce the pain a little, but it was still getting worse every minute. She had to hold it just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then they could find somewhere to stop... 30 minutes later, they had progressed a little, but were still stuck in slow-moving traffic with no toilets in sight. Tara's face was racked with anguish as she mustered all the strength she had to avoid an accident. They were supposed to have arrived over an hour ago...she could have been in that toilet and found relief, instead of struggling on the brink of disaster in the car. Her bottom was moist with sweat from straining to contain the poo, and she was frankly impressed with herself that her knickers were still clean. She crossed her legs and rocked back and forth in her seat. "Is there anywhere we can pull over?" she asked, tears of pain coming to her eyes. "I really, really can't hold it anymore...I'm trying so hard not to have an accident, but I just can't wait much longer..." "I'm sorry, there really isn't," said Garin. "Hold it as long as you possibly can, but if you end up having an accident, it's not your fault. You've held it for hours." "Thanks, I'll try," she said, squirming in her seat. Her boyfriend had given her permission to have an accident if she couldn't hold it. It was so undignified, but at the same time a little kinky. But she would try to hold it as long as she possibly could. "Fuck...uh..." she said, moaning from the pain in her bladder and bowels. "I'm so sorry about the language, I just can't take the pain..." "I don't mind," he said. "You're brave to have held it so long. Hopefully we won't be too much longer now." Tara clenched her muscles one more time and prepared to hold it for the rest of the trip. It wouldn't be too long now. They weren't that far, if she could just endure a little longer...Sweat glistened on her face. She had to be strong. She had to hold it. The traffic finally started to move, but Tara could feel the poo moving in her bowels, too. She strained and strained and barely managed to contain it from pushing out. She had been holding it for 3 hours, and she was exhausted. Another few minutes was all she could manage. Her bladder felt about to explode into her knickers, and her bowels were suffering even greater pain, if it were possible. She pressed her legs together and breathed deeply. "It's really not too far now," said Garin. "You've been so brave to hold it. Just a few minutes more." Tara felt a little confidence. She was going to hold it. She was somehow going to arrive in a clean, dry skirt. But she had to get to a toilet as soon as possible, or she was going to have an accident, even if her life depended on it. She tried so hard not to think about the toilet, since it only made the agony so much worse. But she was so close now. She just had to stay strong for a few more minutes. She could see the hotel where the event was being held...there would be toilets...but she couldn't think about them. She closed her eyes and focused on controlling her muscles. She was going to hold it. It was going to be alright. Garin pulled the car into the parking space. "You know, I'm really impressed in you, Tara," he said. "I didn't expect you to hold it." "I'm a strong woman," she said. "But I have to find a toilet...now...or I'm going to have an accident." Almost to prove her point, as she staggered out of the car clutching her bladder, she helplessly slipped a loud fart. "Fuck, fuck..." she said. "I've got to go...now...where are the toilets..." "They're in there," Garin said, pointing towards a building on the other side of the car park. Tara dashed off immediately, clutching her bladder with one hand and her bottom with the other. As she saw the sign for the ladies' room, she felt a spurt of wee moisten her knickers. She just couldn't contain it anymore, and the sight of the toilets being too near was just too much. Blundering towards the toilets, she moaned in dismay at the sight of another older woman waiting in line. "Please, I really can't hold it, I have to go now..." she pleaded, trembling from the pain. "Please let me go first..." "No," said the woman. "I've had 2 children. If I can wait my turn, so can you." Tara whimpered as another fart ripped through her skirt. She leaned against the wall, her legs quaking as her muscles neared total exhaustion. The cubicle door opened, and the older woman stepped in. She lunged for the door, but stopped as she felt another hot spurt of wee soak her knickers. She was going to have an accident. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt the poo finally force itself through her anus. As spurts of urine gushed down her legs, she looked up to the sky and sobbed as she loaded her knickers with poo. She tried to stop the accident in progress as hard as she could, but the proximity to the toilet was just too much for her. A puddle of wee grew around her feet, and she felt the poo squelching around the seams of her knickers. This was the most humiliating day of her life. Garin came out of the men's toilets and came round to see his sobbing girlfriend. "Oh, Tara," he said, carefully embracing her while avoiding the puddle of wee. "You poor girl. I'm so sorry for you. You were so close." "I love you..." she said, her emotional state rather compromised. "You're so understanding...so many men would be angry..." "I'm not angry that you had an accident," he said. "You didn't mean it. Now let's see how bad it was." He lifted Tara's skirt and saw the bulging filth in her knickers. She'd totally lost control. Though he wanted to comfort his girlfriend, he felt more than a little aroused. "You'll have to throw those knickers away," he said. "Fortunately your skirt seems sort of alright." "Hopefully..." Tara said, sniffing. The older woman finally came out of the toilets. "Garin, is that your girlfriend?" she said. "She really can't control herself." Tara whimpered and traipsed into the toilets to clean herself up. She threw her ruined knickers away, and tried to clean up her skirt as best she could. Emerging from the toilets, she still smelt of wee and poo. Along with her face red from crying, it was obvious what had happened. "Come on in," said Garin, offering his hand. She gulped in anticipation of further humiliation as they entered the building. Sure enough, as if fate had ordained it, she tripped on a step and fell, her skirt flying up and revealing her naked groin to her boyfriend's colleagues. She wailed in abject humiliation as she tried to pick herself up. "Garin's girlfriend there soiled herself earlier," said the older woman. The colleagues burst out laughing. Tara turned her face to the wall and wished she was dead. "Hey, guys, calm down," said Garin. "Don't you see how horrible this is for her? She's my beautiful girlfriend, not a laughing stock. She's just had a very unlucky day. Come on, we're going somewhere private." Garin led Tara up to the room they had booked for the night. As soon as he shut the door, he opened his flies, revealing that he was very aroused. "You've had a bad day, but I want you to know that I love you," he said, slipping a condom onto his cock. "I actually thought it was cute when you had an accident. And now I'm going to make you feel like a very special girl." He pushed Tara down on the bed and started fingering her clitoris. She couldn't possibly resist it even if she wanted to, and was moaning in orgasm in a few minutes. He slid forward to kiss her lips, and slipped his cock into her vagina, which was tight and moist from her orgasm. He thrust harder into her than she had ever felt before. Maybe her accident really did turn him on. It was such an odd concept, but very lucky for her! He grunted in orgasm as he filled his condom. Tara was left breathless. It had been an awful day, but at least it had a very intense conclusion.

Hi all, I don't write stories too often (particularly not now, having entered the job market) but sometimes get in the mood to put some ideas to paper (or computer). Wrote this one in a quick hour/1.5 hours, so fairly rough -- may come back and edit or write a sequel if there's any interest. Warning: this story contains messing. Megan and Abby's Sloppy Night "Hurry up Megan, we're going to be late!" Abby stood impatiently outside Megan's room, arms folded and a scowl on her face, waiting for her roommate to finish getting ready for the party. As per usual, Megan was taking her sweet time getting ready, and the punctually minded Abby was not thrilled. Both Abby and Megan were sophomores at a large college with a strong reputation for partying. Megan, a carefree extrovert, relished every opportunity to take advantage of the campus's thriving social life. Abby, on the other hand, was a typical straight-A student who was attending the school for scholarship money and the excellent reputation of its pre-med program. While the two couldn't be more different on paper, they had been randomly paired as roommates for their freshman year and loved living together -- Abby found that Megan coaxed her out of her shell, and Megan found that Abby could help keep her schoolwork on track. "I'm almost done! Just give me 5 more minutes." Megan shouted back from inside the bathroom, though the closed door muffled the sound a little bit. Abby sighed and idly scratched at the halo on her head. The night before Halloween was a cause for celebration for the entire campus, as the AEPi chapter threw their annual costume party. Megan, eager to have fun with her straight-laced friend, insisted that her and Abby go in theme together. As a result, Abby felt positively awkward in the tiny angel outfit Megan had picked out for her. The tight white dress hugged Abby's curvy 5'5 frame, accentuating her perky B-cup breasts, before ending well above the knee in a feathery ruffled edge, exposing Abby's alabaster thighs. The rest of her legs were swallowed by white tights that ran down to her feet, ending in a pair of black high heels. The look was adorned by a halo that sat atop her straight, shoulder-length brown hair. The costume was far more revealing than anything Abby owned in her wardrobe, but Megan insisted she buy it, practically squealing in delight when Abby had emerged from the dressing room uncertainly during their costume shopping trip. Deep down, Abby knew that the dress was flattering, having checked out her ample derriere in the bathroom mirror before Megan came in. Still, she felt a little uncomfortable by just how much it revealed, adding to the steeliness in her voice as she once again checked on Megan: "Megan, let's go! I don't want to wait outside in the cold like this!" Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open, and Megan emerged with a beaming grin. "Done!" As ridiculous as Abby felt in her dress, she was glad she didn't have Megan's outfit on. Megan's 5'9 frame and supple breasts (the subject of many frat conversations around campus) barely had room to breathe in her silky, strapless red dress. Her thighs, tanned from spending so much time outdoors at her home in California, were (to Abby) alarmingly visible, just barely covering her private parts. With a pair of red high heels and a set of devil's ears on top of Megan's frizzy blonde curls, she looked every part the complement to Abby. Abby thought her friend looked breathtaking, and knew that there would be no shortage of drunken frat boys trying to hit on the pair of them. Megan's gleaming smile turned downward for a second as she seemed contemplative. "Wait, actually one second Abs -- need to take care of some business" Megan sat down, with the door still open, on the tiny white toilet the two of them shared -- pulling down a skimpy red thong and placing her head on her hands. Abby, standing there with her arms still folded, heard a faint trickle that quickly turned into a torrent as Megan began urinating into the toilet. "Ugh, Megan, can't you close the door? I don't want to watch you peeing all the time!" "Quit being such a prude, Abby -- when a girl has to go, a girl has to go." Sadly, Abby was no stranger to what Megan looked like on the toilet. Megan often left the door wide open while doing her business, and was unashamed of her body's functions. An acidic aroma filled the room as Megan's pee continued and gradually tapered off into nothing. BRAP! As Megan's pee died down, her anus open and let out a sizable fart that echoed off the toilet bowl. Megan giggled at the noise while Abby's cheeks flushed red. "Seriously Megan, you are so gross sometimes," admonished Abby. "I wish these frat boys could see what came out of your body." "I can't help it!" said Megan, "I had Chipotle for lunch, and you know what that does to me!" Abby just sighed again and shook her head. Whenever Megan had Mexican food for lunch, she tended to blow up their toilet the next day -- Abby had plenty of experience plugging her nose in the shower after Megan had one of her post-burrito "evacuations". "Can you hurry up and finish? We don't have time for you to go number 2 right now Megan." "Okay," Megan said with a pouty frown. She flushed the toilet and Abby looked away as her frothy yellow urine circled the bowl before getting whisked away. "Hmm, looks like I need to hydrate" Megan pondered aloud. "You can 'hydrate' on all the crappy Keystone Light at the party," Abby shot back. Megan laughed and walked out of the bathroom without washing her hands. "Let's take a shot before we go!" Abby grimaced; she wasn't used to "taking shots". Still, she wanted to make Megan happy and let loose a little bit. Megan walked over to the vodka kept tucked away in the corner of the room, poured healthy quantities into two empty red solo cups, and thrust one into Abby's reluctant hand. "Cheers!" Megan said. "To making memories that will last a lifetime!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two hours later, Abby was standing in a packed frat house. The wooden floors were sticky with spilled beer and other suspicious dried liquids while costumed college kids danced to loud, thumping house music. Abby, still uncomfortable about the whole scene, was finding it easier and easier to drink as the night went on as a way of relieving anxiety. Meanwhile, Megan was in her element, grinding up against a senior dressed up like a fireman with her red thong slightly visible in the dim light of the party as her dress rode up further and further on her body. Abby fended off a drunken advance by a man stumbling around in a green morph suit, and went over to where her friend was dancing. Megan, seeing her friend, immediately disentangled from the disappointed fireman and came over. "Abby! Why aren't you dancing!" Abby raised an eyebrow at her friend -- she was not fond of dancing, especially not in an environment like this. Before she could respond, however, the fireman returned with two solo cups and offered them to Abby and Megan with a smile. Megan gleefully accepted, and immediately began downing her beverage. Abby, a bit more skeptical, eyed the murky liquid and took a sip. "Blech! This tastes horrible!" The drink was extremely strong, and the scent of unfiltered vodka was not masked by the meager amount of chaser inside the cup. Abby was about to put it on the couch to her right where a cowboy and cat were making out until she caught Megan's eye. Reluctantly, Abby brought the drink up to her mouth, and began sipping. All of a sudden, she felt pressure on the bottom of the cup and nearly the whole drink came pouring in to her mouth. Abby yelped and guzzled the liquid before it could spill on her, and looked up at Megan, who was grinning mischievously as she pushed the drink down Abby's throat. "Megan!" Abby started to admonish her friend, but felt her head get light and airy. All of a sudden, she and Megan were both laughing at the situation. "More drinks!" Megan yelled and the pliant fireman ran to refill their beverages as she and Abby started dancing together. The man returned once more, and Abby and Megan clinked cups before downing them in one gulp. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two more hours had passed, but Abby was having the time of her life. After a few more drinks with Megan, she had confidently stayed on the dance floor and even allowed a junior dressed like a vampire to grind up against her ass as Megan whooped and watched. She was far drunker than she could ever remember being, but she was having the time of her life. All of a sudden, Abby noticed Megan had disappeared. Dazed, she looked around for her friend, and saw her stumbling back with yet another drink. "Abby! I got this for you!" Abby sluggishly moved to accept the drink as Megan handed it over with a vacant smile plastered on her face. As the music throbbed and the room spun around her, Abby all of a sudden noticed that she needed to pee. Usually, she had a very big bladder, made strong by late-night study sessions fueled with coffee and tea. However, the six or seven (or eight) drinks she had had were starting to catch up with her. Grimacing, she rubbed her overfull bladder with one hand while clutching the drink with the other. Looking up, she saw Megan still staring at her with the same expression. "Abby, come on! Cheers!" Megan slurred. Not waiting for Abby, she immediately began to guzzle down the drink. Abby was finding it too hard to concentrate and rationally arrive at a reason to say no. As she drank the liquid Megan had handed to her, she felt her urethra twinge in protest, but she willed it to stop. As she wiped her mouth after finishing her drink, she saw Megan stumbling toward the corner of the room toward a group of guys with a giant keg next to them. Before she could go over to stop her friend, she heard cheering. "Drink! Drink! Drink!" Two men, one dressed as a rabbi and the other as a pirate, were holding Megan's feet as she stood on her hands. Her red thong was visible to everyone, and the two guys holding her up were taking not-so-sneak peeks at the tiny cloth concealing her womanhood. Megan did not notice this as she was focused on one thing: drinking as much liquid as she could from the keg. The crowd was cheering loudly, both at Megan's drinking prowess and her skimpy undergarments, as Abby looked on in horror realizing she had to rescue her friend. "Hey! Get out of the way!" Abby shoved her way past a referee and a princess to get to her friend. By the time she got there, Megan was lying on the ground, exhausted from the kegstand as the guys around her kept cheering. Abby realized suddenly that Megan may be too far over her limit. "Hey Megan, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" Abby slurred her words out as she stumbled, trying to keep the world in focus. Megan, unresponsive, mumbled out a few words that Abby struggled to hear over the vibrating music. "Bathroom...take me to the bathroom...." Megan said nearly inaudibly. Abby realized that her friend was about to vomit up all the drinks the nice fireman had procured, and flew into mother hen mode. "Hey! Move! My friend needs to go to the bathroom!" Abby shouted at the crowd, who wasn't paying much attention, as she hoisted her friend up and slung her around her shoulder. Luckily for the pair, the bathroom was right off the dance floor, with a line made up by a witch and Wonder Woman. Abby kept her friend around her shoulder and observed the women in front of them. The witch, at the front of the line, was bouncing from leg to leg and clutching herself in desperation. Wonder Woman, on the other hand, looked as drunk as Abby felt, with a glazed over expression and standing perfectly still. "Hurry up! I'm about to lose it!" The witch was pounding on the locked bathroom door as Abby looked on in worry. She didn't want Megan, who currently had her eyes closed slumped around Abby's smaller frame, to throw up outside the bathroom. She had heard of a few people who did that and were never invited back to the frat; nothing could devastate Megan more than lifetime banishment from the party scene on campus. Seeing the witch hopping around also reminded Abby of her own desperation. She now realized just how overfull her bladder was, with eight (or nine or ten) drinks swimming around inside. Unlike Megan, she hadn't used the bathroom before she left, and she was positively desperate. As she stood there trying to take her mind off her need to urinate, a meaty stench filled her nostrils. She looked over at Megan on her shoulder, who still had her eyes closed, but was grinning. "Oh God" Abby thought. "It looks like the Chipotle is rearing its ugly head now." She just hoped the line wouldn't take that long. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 15 minutes had passed, and Abby was still impatiently waiting outside the bathroom. The witch had gone in, done her business, and came out looking satisfied. However, Wonder Woman had lurched into the bathroom right after she came out and locked the door. 10 minutes had passed without her coming back out, and Abby was starting to get nervous. She was now squeezing her legs shut as tightly as she could, trying not to release her overfull bladder all over her white tights and the sticky frat floor. Every so often, she would catch a whiff of a rotten eggy smell coming from her blonde beauty friend's behind, and she would plug her nose. Still, the small miracle was that Megan had not puked her guts out all over the frat house floor, though Abby was worried that moment was imminent. "Hey! Hurry up in there! It's an emergency!" Abby shouted and pounded on the door for the umpteenth time. As drunk as she was, she wasn't sure she could hold on to her urine much longer. She had only been this desperate once in her life. Back in high school, Abby ran varsity cross country in order to boost her resume for college. During one meet, she had forgotten to "go" before the race started, and ended up 3 miles in absolutely desperate for a pee. She tried to ignore it for as long as possible before her tired bladder let go a mile from the finish line and hot sticky urine pooled down her legs and dripped into her immaculate white running shoes. Luckily, it was raining slightly, and she managed to get to her car before anyone noticed. Still, she cried on the way home and had to throw out her pretty shoes that were stained a dull yellow after her accident -- she was not eager to repeat that incident. "Please, open the door! My friend is sick!" Abby groaned and pounded the door as hard as she could. The commotion attracted the attention of the fireman from earlier, who heard the noise and came over. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everything okay over here?" "No!" Abby cried, one hand draped over her friend with the other jammed firmly in her crotch. "My friend and I have to use the bathroom, and someone has been in there for 10 minutes!" The fireman, drunk as well, frowned and assured Abby not to worry. He put his drink down on the floor, took two steps back from the door, and slammed against it with all of his might. The sudden force and loud slamming noise scared Abby, and a tiny spurt of pee escaped from her quivering lips. "What are you doing?" "I live here," the fireman replied, "and this door is really flimsy. It's easy enough to replace, and we need to get you ladies in there!" Abby, in her drunken state, agreed that it was a good idea and watched as the fireman slammed himself against the door repeatedly. All of a sudden, the door burst open, and the loud noise attracted a decent crowd of partygoers. The fireman held the detached frame steady, leaned it against the wallframe, and stepped in confidently with a desperate Abby and Megan in tow. Inside, there was a small dirty toilet and a shower concealed by a curtain. Abby looked around for the girl in the Wonder Woman costume before spotting one blue boot poking out from behind the curtain. "The girl is in the shower!" Abby yelled to the fireman. The fireman yanked the curtain open to reveal the costumed Wonder Woman, sleeping out on the floor with her head by the water spout. Before she could make it to the toilet, she had stumbled in to the shower and passed out on the ground. Abby looked more closely at her blue tights and saw that they were dark around the crotch region. A sizable yellow puddle lay on the shower floor -- Wonder Woman had passed out and pissed her panties. "Gross," the fireman exclaimed, "this chick just pissed her pants!" The crowd, which had formed during the door getting kicked in, excitedly ran in to see. Wonder Woman was unfazed and didn't wake up as college kids rushed in, some laughing at the sight and others getting angry. She kicked a leg up unconsciously and brought it back down, splashing the puddle she had made underneath her as several kids yelled. Meanwhile, Abby felt bad for the girl, but needed to get her friend to the toilet. Unfortunately, since the door had been kicked in there was absolutely no privacy, but Abby was too drunk to care. "Come on Megan," she said to the sleeping girl on her shoulder, "let's get you to the bathroom." Megan, unconscious herself, mumbled gibberish in response. Abby pushed forward, placed Megan on the floor next to the toilet with her head next to the rim, and waited in agony as her desperation became paramount. Megan, meanwhile, was not moving. Her had was resting over the toilet bowl, with the rest of her body slumped on the ground and her sizable rump pointing up toward the sky. Her dress had ridden up, exposing a tan ass with a red thong nestled in the buttcheek. Abby caught a whiff of the smell from earlier as she held herself by the sink, and frowned. "Wait," she thought to herself, "what if Megan doesn't have to throw up, but instead..." SPLORT! A loud fart attracted the crowd's attention, and a few people chuckled as they saw the devil girl ass up with her head by the toilet. However, the wet fart was not the end of the evacuation, and the crowd gasped as the farts continued. BRAP BRAP SPLORT! All of a sudden, the eggy farts stopped with the final fart sounding substantive. Megan's smile turned into a grimace, and her tiny red thong ballooned outward as a turd the size of a softball began emerging from her behind. The thong could only take so much before cutting Megan's production in half, and her rapidly emerging poop slapped down on to her buttcheeks, leaving a brown residue up and down her behind. The crowd reeled in disgust as a meaty smell filled the air, with some leaving for fresh air and others taking a video. "Megan! No!" Abby started yelling at her friend to stop messing her pants, before realizing that her own desperation was reaching a tipping point. Her bladder, tired and startled by Megan's evacuation, was releasing with Abby barely struggling to contain it. "No!" Abby wailed as the dime sized wet spot on her panties began rapidly expanding. She was losing control, and she only had one option. In her alcohol addled mind, the toilet was right there, and she NEEDED to use it regardless of who was watching. The crowd, still in disgust at the beauty pooping her pants on the ground, were shocked to see Abby move from the sink to the toilet. As she moved, her overtaxed urethra was letting out spurts of urine. The golden liquid fell on Megan's back, wetting the back of her dress, as Abby struggled to move her friend's head from the rim, ripped off her stained panties, and started pissing in to the toilet in front of the awed crowd. "Ahhhhh", Abby let out a moan of relief. With her eyes closed, not a care in the world, Abby was finally letting her bladder go. Despite her small accident, she was happy that she had finally made it to the toilet after hours of control. As the drinks left her body, Abby noticed that her bottom felt warm and wet. Confused, she opened her eyes, and screamed at the sight in front of her. "Ahhhh!!!" In her haste to make potty, Abby had closed the lid on the toilet, and in her drunken stupor failed to notice. Instead of the pee falling neatly into the tiny white bowl, it was spreading out on the lid and getting her ruffled white dress all yellow. The excess was spilling on to Megan on the floor, who was sleeping peacefully with a full log in her panties and her roommate's urine falling on to her head and back. Abby jumped up and tried to stop peeing, but couldn't regain control. With her underwear down in front of a leering crowd of college kids, Abby pissed freely on to her nice white tights and down into her pretty high heels. After what seemed like an eternity, her pee died down and she was left sobbing. "Come on, let's get you girls home." The fireman from earlier with a sympathetic look on his face cut through the stunned crowd to a crying Abby and passed out Megan. Abby left with a still sleeping Megan, crying, as the fireman gently consoled her for the stinky walk back to their dorm. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's it! Still a little rough, but happy to take suggestions and feedback.

Hello, everyone! I have decided to continue the saga of Angelica and Lily on a new posting, since I couldn't figure out how to add tags to the old one. The first four chapters can be found here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54188-angelica-and-lily/ And now, here is chapter five! Please note, this is the first chapter that contains overtly sexual content. Contains: masturbation (kind of), spanking (kind of) Chapter 5: Amusement Park “Wait, what? You don’t like roller coasters?” Lily gaped at Angelica, her question hanging in the air. Her face was plastered with an “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” stunned expression. Angelica tried to let the question slip by unanswered and kept her eyes on the road. But when she looked back to Lily, she was still boring into her with that gaze, waiting for an answer. Angelica faced the road again, then back towards Lily, expecting her at any time to crack a smile and move on. When this didn’t happen, Angelica gave an awkward chuckle, trying to laugh it off. Lily didn't break. “I mean, I just don't like the feeling you get on them. That can't be that weird—I’m sure there are a lot of people who don't like roller coasters.” “Yeah, but if you don't like them, then why did you go along with this idea at all? I said we should go to Firefly Thrills because I thought we would both have fun. You should've told me you didn't want to go!” Angelica didn’t know how to respond. Usually she went along with whatever Lily suggested, partly because Lily had the greater enthusiasm and partly because she also had the better ideas. One could only suggest “Let’s have a night where we stay at home and read” so many times before someone will start to wonder how it’s a two-person activity. The fact was, though, that she had grown accustomed to letting Lily plan things. There had been enough ideas that she hadn’t expected to like but wound up liking anyway for her to be content to leave things as they were. And for those things that she didn’t end up enjoying—their ill-fated trip to the haunted house came to mind—well, it usually took less emotional energy to endure it than to try to protest it. In addition, the two of them hadn’t done anything big together in the time after Angelica’s issue at Brenda Davis’s party a month before. So when Lily had said they should go to an amusement park for her birthday, Angelica agreed without making a fuss. She had almost forgotten about how strange it would seem to anyone who was outside of her own brain for her to happily go along with something she disliked. Now that Lily was putting her on the spot about it, she realized she didn’t have much of a good explanation. Readjusting her grip on the steering wheel and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Angelica cleared her throat and said, “Well, it’s for your birthday, and you suggested it, so, I, uh, I thought…you wanted…” Lily pulled her legs up to her chest on the passenger seat and let her head lean over against the headrest, her face crestfallen. “Aw, Angie, I didn’t mean to make you come. I just thought it would be fun. I thought we’d both have fun! Did you think I didn’t care what you thought?” Angelica gave Lily a quick conciliatory glance in between maintaining her attention on the road. She switched her blinker on and pulled off onto the exit for the park. “Oh, no! No, that’s not it. Okay. Listen. Sure, I don’t really like them, but, but, I also haven’t been on one for a long time…maybe I’ll like it more this time.” She gave a saccharine smile to Lily. When Lily’s expression didn’t lift, Angelica pressed further. “It’s like, so many times, you have great ideas, Lil. Even if I don’t think I’ll have fun, I usually do. So I agreed because you’re my best friend, and I know you’ll have fun, and if you have fun, then I probably will too. Okay?” Lily’s smile returned and she straightened her head. “You mean it?” Angelica nodded at her, smiling genuinely. The usual pep returned to Lily’s voice and she faced forward again. “Thanks, Angie. That means a lot.” Angelica pulled the car off the service road into the entrance to the park’s parking lot. A sign reading “FIREFLY THRILLS PARK” in bright, colorful letters arched over the entryway. Lily was almost squealing with delight—actually, she was squealing with delight—as they collected their parking pass from the automatic dispenser and made their way into the crowded lot, slowing down for hordes of visitors—families with small children like firecrackers of excitement, young couples draped romantically over each other, and the occasional day camp group, all wearing matching neon T-shirts. Once they found a parking spot, Angelica put up the sunshade and insisted that they both put on sunscreen before going inside. Lily gave a little pout but complied. After a hasty application, Angelica had to take half a minute to rub in all the places that Lily had missed, all while telling her good-naturedly to stop whining and sit still. Once this ordeal was over, they both exited the car and stretched their legs, with Angelica using a hand to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. As she squinted in the cloudless daylight, she tucked her brown hair behind her ears and wondered offhand if she had dressed too warmly, wearing a dark gray T-shirt, jeggings, and tennis shoes. The T-shirt she had picked because it was the only one she owned long enough to provide at least some cover to her bottom, with every curve visible in its current tight embrace by the jeggings. The jeggings she had picked because they were the only clean thing she had that wasn’t a skirt. She almost never wore them, and felt slightly self-conscious wearing them now, usually preferring outfits that weren’t so…form-fitting. Lily, on the other hand, had on a pink tank top, yellow shorts, and sandals. As she put her blonde hair into a ponytail, she appeared to Angelica as though she had stepped right of the pages of a department store’s summer sale circular. Angelica looked over at the gateway to the park’s interior, a good hundred yards away, and guessed that they wouldn’t allow outside food in. With that in mind, she grabbed her water bottle from the cupholder in the car door and chugged the rest of it, burping discreetly when finished. Even though probably eighty percent or more of the rides in the park wouldn’t be fun to her, she had to admit that on a whole, the place gave off an air of inviting excitement. And she was with her best friend, for her birthday. A smile crept up one side of her mouth and she turned back towards Lily. “C’mon, Lil. Let’s go have fun.” ~*~*~*~*~ The two girls had been at the park for close to two hours, and Angelica had not been on a single roller coaster, despite Lily’s pleas. During that time, every time Lily joined the line for one, Angelica would stay behind and watch, also taking the opportunity to examine the nearby park maps. In this way she gradually familiarized herself with every attraction there was which lacked excessive G-forces. She would also use the time to sneak in intermittent texts to Brian. Ever since she had admitted her attraction to him, she had taken the initiative to reach out and try to start some kind of a friendship. So far he had responded amiably, though Angelica had tried to act reserved and not come exploding into his life with professions of undying love like some kind of psycho. So, things were going well, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how she felt—and if he felt the same way too. Then, once Lily had finished her ride, Angelica would point out a tamer one that they could both go on, and so they spent their time alternating back and forth. In the hot sun, both friends had to routinely stop by water fountains to rehydrate. Angelica was definitely drinking more, though, since she could do so while Lily was in line. This, combined with the water bottle from earlier, caused her to begin to notice a need for a toilet after about an hour in the park. She didn’t pay much attention to it, however, since the two of them were trying to get in as much fun as possible in the time they had, and Angelica told herself she could go by a bathroom any time she needed. Meanwhile, her stomach had begun to growl as well, and she thought it was probably about time for them to get lunch. As Lily breathlessly caught up to Angelica at the exit of The Devil’s Tower, a coaster that excelled in vertical drops and time spent upside down, Angelica gave her a smile to match Lily’s own grin of exhilaration, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Lily, though, staggered over to the bench and flopped right down on it, causing Angelica to laugh and sit down again. Lily’s head was lying back and she still seemed out of breath, though Angelica couldn’t tell how much of it was actual and how much was Lily just being overly dramatic in her excitement. “So, how was it? New favorite?” Every roller coaster that Lily had ridden that day had been subsequently declared her “new favorite.” Lily lifted her head ever so slightly. “Definitely.” She dropped her head down again and laughed. “You really need to go on one, Angie. They are like, so much fun. Really, you’ve gotta try one. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you think.” Angelica laughed dismissively, hoping to dispel the thought from Lily’s mind. “Yeah, well, I know you’re enjoying them. That’s enough for me, really.” Lily raised her head all the way up and looked Angelica in the eye. “Could you at least try one today?” When Angelica laughed again, she puckered her lower lip in a fake pout. “Pwetty pwease? It’s for my birthday.” Angelica just chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to be a stick-in-the-mud whenever Lily got this silly. As Lily’s infantile pleadings continued, eventually Angelica broke. “All right, all right! You win, ya big baby. One. I will go on one roller coaster today.” Lily giggled gleefully and rubbed her hands together. “Yay! Now I just have to think of the perfect one for you to lose your roller coaster virginity on!” “Oh my gosh.” Angelica covered her face with one hand, embarrassed by Lily’s comment. It only had the effect of making Lily break out afresh into tittering cackles. Angelica sat there, mouth scrunched up on one side, and stared off into the crowds while waiting for Lily to get it out of her system. As Lily’s snickers died down, Angelica turned back towards her with an exaggerated “ANYWAY,” making Lily cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. Even Angelica couldn’t resist the smile playing on one corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry. Do you think we should go get something to eat? There’s a place here that sells pizza. I thought it looked pretty good.” Lily leaned forward on the bench, preparing to stand. “Yeah, good idea. Pizza sounds good. You’ll have to lead the way.” They both stood and began walking when Lily suddenly stopped. At Angelica’s puzzled look, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait a second. After we eat, we’ll have to wait a while before we can go on a roller coaster again.” Angelica tried to follow Lily’s train of thought without success. “So?” Lily arched an eyebrow with an “I’m-on-to-you” expression. “So, you just said you’d go on a roller coaster today. Are you trying to get out of it now?” “What? No, of course not.” “Well, I can just hear you now: ‘Sorry, Lil, but I’m still too full. I don’t think I can ride yet. Oh, what’s that? It’s time for us to go? Oops, sorry about that.’” She put her hands on her hips in mock accusation. “Come on, Lil, I won’t do that. I promised I’d ride one.” Lily’s face immediately switched to a bright, bubbly smile. “Great! So let’s do it now, and we can eat lunch after.” Angelica’s eyes darkened as she realized she’d been played. When she had said she would go on a roller coaster today, she hadn’t really thought that meant today today. It felt more like homework that you could just keep putting off for a few hours more. In her gut, she wanted to avoid it as long as possible, but in her head, she knew that Lily was probably right. Hey, and if she got it over with now, then she’d be free for the rest of the day. It was probably best to do it now, then, but the thought still made her stomach churn with anxiety. She also felt her bladder give off a stronger twinge, letting her know that it would need attention soon. Okay, fine. They could do this first, then she’d stop by the bathroom on the way to get lunch. Lily’d probably need to go, too. She licked her lips, then said, “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” The next minute or so was spent with Lily deliberating over which would be the perfect experience for Angelica to get her feet wet on. After a fair amount of voluble considerations, she concluded that the ideal roller coaster would be The Typhoon, which, according to Lily, boasted the optimal balance of creativity with tried-and-true solid design. Angelica didn’t have much to say in response, but she couldn’t help but be a little impressed at how much of a connoisseur Lily evidently was, though her insides were still unsettled. After a few minutes’ walk, both girls came upon the entrance to The Typhoon. A painted blue walkway led up one story to where the ride itself began. As they entered the walkway, Angelica took a deep breath. So, this was really happening. She could feel her nerves start to stand on edge, making her stomach quiver. At least that helped with not feeling quite so hungry. As they joined the end of the line, she drummed absentmindedly on the railing, not knowing what to do with her hands. Trying to peer ahead, Angelica could see a decently lengthy line ahead of them, even though there were two cars running on the roller coaster. She sighed and ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, trying to quell her jitters. At first, Lily tried to engage Angelica in a conversation about the upcoming ride, but such a topic couldn’t be sustained for long, and the line was advancing steadily, but slowly. Instead, she resorted to merely making idle chitchat during the wait. Angelica wasn’t much in the mood for talking—she seldom was when feeling anxious—and this was no exception. She tried to breathe evenly and smoothly, telling herself to just relax. It only worked so much. On top of her anxiousness, over the course of the wait, she could feel her bladder steadily filling more. After about ten minutes the feeling was ever present, and by the time they had been in line for twenty minutes, she found it difficult to think about anything else. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t helping. Raising her head as insouciantly as she could, she tried to gauge how much of the line remained ahead of them. They were now next to the stretch of track where passengers would embark and disembark, but at this point the line began doing switchbacks, lengthening the number of people in front of them. Lily had stopped talking at all, most likely because the noise of the coaster was right next to them and drowned out any attempt at conversation. Angelica was thus left alone with her thoughts…and her ever-increasing need to pee. Rocking back and forth as discreetly as she could, she nonchalantly roved her gaze about, trying to familiarize herself with as much of the track as possible. Watching car after car make the loop, she estimated that the ride lasted about two minutes in total. Most of the path it took was hidden from view from where they stood, but she counted the seconds between shrieks and did her best to estimate the steepness of the drop based off the intensity of the screaming. There wasn’t much else to do, and both her stomach and her bladder were getting increasingly tingly as time passed, inexorably drawing her nearer to experiencing those drops and twists herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself over and over that this was it, just one, and then she’d be done. Without warning, her bladder suddenly constricted, making her have to quickly cross one leg over the other. No, no! Just hold on! She could tell that she wasn’t yet desperate—it was just nerves. Take another deep breath, just like that. That’s it. She was in control. The line moved forward slightly, and Angelica uncrossed her legs and closed the gap. If only the line were shorter! At this point, the waiting itself was the worst part. She moved her weight to one leg, then the other. Stay calm. Stay calm and everything would be all right. She leaned herself against the railing and watched Lily. If Lily suspected that she needed to pee, then they would both end up in the same boat. Lily, however, was busy watching the coaster carriages arrive and depart with an eager expression on her face. Watching her friend’s excitement helped take Angelica’s mind off her own need for a toilet. After a few seconds, Lily noticed Angelica watching her and flashed her a smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Angelica smiled back. Maybe she would enjoy this more than she thought. At least now her bladder had seemed to quiet down. See, she’d be fine. There were probably only a few more minutes in line. Sure enough, about three minutes later, they found themselves passing through the gate onto the metal platform above which the seats were suspended. Each carriage had four rows of four seats each, and as Lily and the other fourteen people quickly swarmed the rows, Angelica hung behind, her nerves now making her breathing quicken, and hesitated. Now that she was seeing it up close, the coaster was bigger than she had realized, and she swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she admitted to herself that she felt afraid. Lily was already seated and saw Angelica still standing off to the side. She gave a big smile and waved her arm in a large gesture, waving for Angelica to come and find a seat. Angelica returned a half-hearted smile, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. She was the only person still standing, and so she was forced to take the only empty seat left, which was unfortunately two rows behind Lily, who had, unsurprisingly, sat in the front. She moved in between the two rows and climbed in between the two other riders on either side. Angelica tentatively slid into the hard plastic seat and wriggled her bottom, trying to get comfortable. Like many roller coasters, it was designed to restrict your movement as much as possible from every angle, and, as such, the seat was contoured to fit the average rear end. She tried fidgeting for a few seconds before realizing that her efforts weren’t going to change the shape of the coaster’s seat and subsequently sat still. Now that she was actually sitting on the coaster, about to ride, she could feel her heart beating faster. Her apprehension made her head feel like it was filling with pressure, making her ears pop and her peripheral vision weird. Trying to soothe her autonomic nervous system, she swallowed, folded her hands across her lap, and closed her eyes while regulating her breathing. Deep breath in, slooooowly let it out. That was better. She suppressed a nervous yawn. As the seconds ticked by in her head, Angelica felt her bladder tightening again. She took another deep breath and told herself it was just nerves. She didn’t have to go that badly. Due to her past experiences, she knew that if she had thought she was entering the danger zone, she would have simply left the line. Better to have to wait another half hour than to take that risk. As of now, though, she would have to make sure that they went by a bathroom after this ride. On the other hand, though, maybe it was only from anxiousness, and she wouldn’t have to go once the ride was over? No, but that would mean repeating this whole inner debate—over whether or not she should have gone to the bathroom—on the next ride. At least this should be her only roller coaster. That at least was a comfort. And besides, they were going to have lunch after this, which would be the ideal time to go pee. At the moment, however, she felt tingles going through her crotch and tried to squeeze her thighs together, though the movement was inhibited by the piece of metal between her legs, where the top part of the harness would attach. As she moved, her brow furrowed upon feeling an odd discomfort there, as if something were poking her in her private parts. Looking down, she tried to pull herself off the seat to see what it was. It looked as though a large nut was supposed to screw in there, but a specially designed one, one that would be flush with the rest of the contoured harness. Instead, there was a much larger nut, clumsily screwed on and not painted over like the rest of the seat. Most likely the original nut had been lost during maintenance, and the mechanic had just slapped on whatever he had that would fit. It was unpleasant, though, boring into her groin the way it was. Maybe she should switch seats—though that would mean expecting someone else to have to get jabbed in the crotch. Or maybe…maybe she should just take her last chance to skip out on the ride altogether. Let Lily have fun on it while she went to use the bathroom. Win-win. While she was staring at her lap and hovering above the seat, however, an amusement park worker was suddenly in front of her. Angelica heard a rehearsed “Okay, go ahead and sit down in the chair.” She looked up, seeing a freckled girl about her own age wearing the Firefly Thrills Park uniform, her eyes shadowed by her park visor. Instinctively, she found herself doing as the girl said, settling stiffly back into the seat. “There ya go. Now could you lift your arms for me?” Angelica complied, wanting to ask about changing seats, but only got so far as an “um” before the employee had pulled the over-the-shoulder harness down on its hinge until it clicked into its socket. Angelica’s minor protestation had evidently fallen on deaf ears. “Great. Now just grab onto the handles here.” The girl took hold of the handles herself, one over each of Angelica’s shoulders, to demonstrate. Once Angelica had copied this action, the girl followed it up with a sing-song “Perfect. Now I’m just gonna tighten everything up for ya, and then you’ll be good to go.” She put both hands on where the harness clicked into the seat and used her weight to push down three times, the whole row of seats shaking each time she did. On the third push, the harness clicked one more notch into its socket. At the same time, however, the sudden extra push and the shake on the seat jostled Angelica, and without warning, the nut had suddenly spread her labia and popped itself right into her genitals like a speculum. Shocked and embarrassed, she immediately gasped and felt herself go red. The girl took no notice, however. She merely gave a smile and said, “There you are! Enjoy the ride!” before turning and moving briskly and efficiently off to the side. Angelica shuffled and wiggled in her seat. The thin fabric of her panties and jeggings provided a measly barrier between the metal knob and her most sensitive, private area. Her brow wrought with consternation, she tried in vain to reposition herself so that she was no longer being violated by her chair. It was no use. She was strapped in too snugly to possibly make any difference. Looking down at where the nut was poking into her, she bit on her tongue as she attempted to use her hands to readjust herself. This too met with failure. The harness was too bulky for her to be able to reach her arm around it and access her crotch. A loud hum of the powerful roller coaster engine revving up intruded on her struggle. In a panic, she looked back up, her eyes darting to and fro to find someone who could stop the ride, stop it before it started. Her bladder gave a quick spasm and she clenched her teeth and her thighs in response. There was no way she could ride like this! She bit her lip and craned her neck, trying to see an employee whose attention she could snag. Glancing about for the bright uniform, she could feel the vibration of the heavy machinery work its way all down through her harness, making her head buzz, her ribs resonate, and her crotch… No, no, it couldn’t be! She had to get out of this seat! At that moment, though, the entire carriage of seats lifted forcefully off the ground. As it did so, the movement shifted Angelica further down onto the nut in her groin, pressing it up directly against her clitoris. She gave a sharp intake of breath and looked down. This was insane! There was no way that this could be safe or legal for park visitors. She hadn’t felt this defiled since that awful incident in senior year with that bully, Laura Katz…one that she decidedly did not want to be reminded of. She shifted more, trying but failing to pull off. Her frenzied attempts were also making her bladder tighten more and a wave of pain passed through it. She tensed all her muscles, trying to stay under control. It was challenging, considering she couldn’t close her thighs or use her hands in any way. She took another deep breath. It was only a two-minute ride. She could endure it. At least being suspended by the harness kept pressure on her urethra, since she couldn’t hold herself. The carriage shoved off from the loading area and latched onto the chain that would pull it to the top of the first drop. The rumbling of the powerful motor resonated all through the framework of the roller coaster, but Angelica noticed it most in where it was concentrated in her private parts. As their set of seats made its way slowly, painstakingly up the hill, the vibration against her clitoris continued, and she began experiencing a strange new sensation. Oddly enough, although the buzzing was amplifying her need for a toilet, the pain it produced wasn’t an unpleasant pain. It rose in tandem with an unfamiliar pleasure, producing little shooting sensations all through her crotch, pain and pleasure waltzing together in harmony. She felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier as her body temperature rose. A golden, tingly sensation was permeating her entire body, making her feel floaty, and at the same time, her bladder felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter, the pain of desperation making her leg muscles tense up and her toes curl. Or was it the strange euphoria that was doing that? Her sphincter was on fire with the pressure from her bladder, but almost right next to it, her clitoris was pulsating with jolts of ecstasy like shocks of electricity. Having the foci of such opposite sensations located in such close proximity to each other produced a feeling unlike any she had experienced before. Being a virgin, and one who had never felt drawn to experiment sexually before, Angelica didn’t recognize the feeling of a building orgasm. Her breaths were labored pants at this point, her face was flushed, and she was white knuckled from gripping the harness so hard. The roller coaster was almost at its peak, and so too were the waves of bliss coursing through her. She felt elation, but combined with fear at not knowing what was happening to her. Suddenly, a moan slipped involuntarily out of her mouth, and she bit down on her lip. But the pleasure was mounting, and so was her bladder pressure, and so was the roller coaster…and another moan came out, and then another…and her pee was about to explode out of her…and she was in heaven…and she imagined Brian’s arms around her… …and now the roller coaster was at the top… Angelica screamed, a split second before the rest of the riders. Just when she had thought there was no way she could hold back the impending flood, the roller coaster entered its parabolic drop and the vibrations on her abated. The sudden light-headedness from freefall only amplified the blinding pulses of giddy pleasure that were overtaking her body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled in their sockets as her breaths heaved forcefully, trying to gulp in enough oxygen to cope with the almost frighteningly powerful ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. Her pee hadn’t escaped, though it still felt about to break free and spray all over everything, but her panties felt strangely wet. As the coaster continued its dives and twists, the nut in her crotch buzzed intermittently, holding her in a loop of terrifying euphoria. Whereas each new drop or spin elicited shrieks from the rest of the people riding, each one brought about a fresh moan from Angelica. She was barely even aware of the ride itself, unable to think of anything but the inexorable crashing waves of rapture holding her captive. Fresh peaks of pleasure mounted again and again, each one higher than the last, until she felt sure her body couldn’t take any more. She thrashed about in her seat, overwhelmed with the enormity of the sensations she was experiencing. Each new zenith of rhapsody brought with it a new spike of desperation, however, and it was all she could do to hold her pee in. At long last, the ride evened out and began its coast back into the loading/unloading zone. Angelica had probably reached climax multiple times on the coaster itself, and a new one had been building right up to the point of release when the buzzing had leveled off. Now it was keeping her at a low simmer, neither moving her toward release nor letting her body back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t dare move, since her pee was right up at the edge of her sphincter, eager for freedom. If the carriage could just stop and the vibrations go away, she could be all right—probably. The seats came to a stop over the metal floor and descended for people to disembark. Angelica could feel her toes brushing the steel surface, and then the harnesses unlatched and swiveled upwards on their hydraulic springs. She waited for the vibration in the nut to die down to how it had been when she first got on the ride, but there was no change. It remained at its same low-level buzz, keeping her at a tantalized state right on the cusp of having another orgasmic wave crash over her. She held on to the sides of the chair, leaning forward, afraid to do anything else. All around her, she could hear the other park guests climbing out of their seats, laughing with post-adrenaline relief. If only that were the only kind of relief she needed. She sat there, even as she heard the gate opening for new people to get on the ride, with all manner of assorted sensations tumbling through her head—thoughts that were closer to individual stimuli than fleshed-out concepts. She was aware of her lips, then her breasts, then remembered her wet and full pants from when she first met Lily, then Brian’s smile, then the cold of her sodden shorts at the Davis household. Footsteps neared her—most likely someone who would tell her she had to leave—but it barely registered in the menagerie of variegated memories of sense churning in her brain as simultaneous pain and pleasure hovered at a crescendo in her crotch. Angelica didn’t move from her seat. She sat there, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan—or something else. She imagined Brian kissing her, holding her, caressing her…she remembered his smell…she remembered wearing his jacket, and how it felt like he was embracing her…and then she remembered the conditions under which she had been wearing his jacket. Her bladder was constricting in throbbing pulses as the nut continued its low-level vibration inside her, and she knew that if she tried moving right now, it would be all over. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t move—not now, not like this! She could hear a park employee’s voice in front of her, “Excuse me, miss? You need to get off the ride now.” Opening one eye, she saw a young man standing in front of her, eyes searching her face, likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Behind him and off to the side, Lily stood staring, waiting for her. The employee gently reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you out.” Her own hand shaking, Angelica gingerly took hold of his. She was still hyperventilating, and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for extrication. Slowly, she began to shift her weight to her feet. This was a delicate procedure. Already, even with her cautious movement, the nut’s vibration against her engorged womanhood made another moan slip embarrassingly out. She had to be careful not to move to quickly, or else… Unfortunately for her, the park employee was oblivious to her predicament. As soon as Angelica had begun to move, he, most likely in an attempt to be helpful, took hold of her other arm with his free hand and pulled her up and out of the seat in one swift movement. Angelica gasped loudly, and then the sensation of the nut making one final rub as it slid across her clitoris and out from inside her caught up to her, and the mounting wave that had towered up and up and up finally crested. Angelica screamed, against her will, drawing the attention of most of those who were still standing in line. Her head fell backwards and her legs buckled, unable to support her. Knees bent inwards, she staggered, collapsing against the employee, as pleasure once again washed over her, and then lost control of her bodily functions. Her sphincter gave way entirely, and her urine rushed out into her panties, which were already wet with a spurt of something else. Angelica hovered there, still supported by the bewildered employee, like a ragdoll pumped full of endorphins, and peed her pants. Within seconds, her panties were completely saturated, and her urine spread out horizontally on either side of her crotch, darkening the fabric, before descending in an inverted triangle down her thighs. The wetness spread out on her butt as well, and in her semi-crouched position it formed a wide wet spot underneath her butt cheeks and spreading up between them. The warm flood continued down her legs in splashing, trickling streams which cascaded from the spandex fabric at the back of her thighs, under her butt, from the bottoms of her calves, and straight from her crotch. The sheer bliss at the relief doubled her existing ecstasy and made her scream again. By this time, most of the people in line were pointing and chattering among themselves, some laughing, others scandalized. The employee holding her up didn’t know what to do, and simply stared down at her with his mouth open. Most people screamed while riding the roller coaster, and very occasionally some wet themselves, but he had never seen it happen after getting off. He didn’t realize that Angelica had just gotten off in a different sense altogether. The pee kept flowing, completely uninhibited, spreading across the front and back of both legs until it met on the outside, making the blue spandex dark and shiny. As Angelica came down from her climax, the reality of what had just happened began to pierce the euphoric haze in her brain. Her already-red face turned an even deeper shade of red and she abruptly straightened herself up, supported on her own legs again, and looked down at herself. Her mind was clearer, but the aftershocks of her accidental orgasm were still at play in her body, and she was still breathing heavily. She began to shake uncontrollably as she tried in vain to cut off the flow. Even though she was very nearly empty, she had no power to staunch the release of her urine, and instead watched as the last few seconds of pee sprayed out into her panties, trickling out of her pants to splatter in the large puddle around her feet, tinkling and spreading across the diamond plate steel floor. Even after finishing, Angelica kept staring at her mess for a few seconds more, as the final vestiges of urine dripped from the legs of her pants into her warm and wet tennis shoes. She raised her head, her face red and her mouth wide, to see the crowd of park visitors in line all staring at her and snickering to each other. Then she turned and faced the park employee, who was still holding her hand. He looked almost as uncomfortable as she was and swallowed, his eyes wide open, then quickly dropped her hand as if it were a live wire. Angelica tried to move her mouth into words, but all that emerged were half-formed stammers. Suddenly, she remembered Lily, and quickly glanced over to where Lily had been standing by the exit. Lily was still there, but her face was white as she beheld Angelica's accident. Their eyes connected, and then Lily bent over with a jump, biting her lip and jamming a hand in between her thighs. She then turned and jogged briskly out the exit door, still holding herself. A voice from her other side snapped Angelica’s attention immediately around. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Firefly Thrills polo shirt, most likely a supervisor. “Are you all right, young lady?” Both his tone and face conveyed an overlap of concern with suspicion. Angelica looked down at herself again, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and lifted one leg to shake out the golden drops that still clung to the fabric, making a sparkling shower and sending ripples through her puddle again. She knew her face was still beet red, and also guessed that the supervisor thought she may be drunk or high. She raised her head again, but didn’t make eye contact as she responded. “I…I’m…I’m fine. I just…I need, I need…to, to go.” She looked back at the supervisor’s face with a look of guilty embarrassment, then turned to follow after Lily. Her wet pants were feeling chilly, and they chafed as her thighs rubbed back and forth, making nasty squelching sounds. Her squishy wet socks felt gross and uncomfortable, but the worst thing of all, of course, was that she was in the middle of a packed amusement park in broad daylight. There was no hiding what had happened. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. As she made her way down the painted steel walkway back into the general park area, she contemplated what had just happened. Yes, she had wet her pants, again, after only a month since her last accident. Yes, of course, it was enormously humiliating. Yes, the same unfortunately familiar sensations brought back all the unfortunately familiar emotions. And yet—and yet she felt oddly…satisfied. The tear she had shed was almost a formality. She thought back to what had happened to her while on the roller coaster and tried to make sense of it. What was this new world of dazzling and terrifying delight that she had fallen into? What did it all mean? Conflicting feelings collided inside her. True, she had peed herself in front of a crowd, but at the same time she had been transported to blissful rhapsodies she didn’t know existed. Mortification weighed heavy on her, but brought with it a sense of impishness, of naughtiness, of the glee of getting away with something forbidden. She thought of being a little child and getting spanked for having an accident. What would it be like…if she were to get spanked…now? Angelica paused on the empty walkway and stood still for a few seconds. Then, with a bizarre boldness, she bent forward somewhat, causing her rear end to protrude slightly, then placed one hand on it, feeling the dampness. After tracing the edge of the wet spot with her fingers, she lifted her hand and brought it back down. It gave a sharp little splat as it made contact with the sodden fabric stretched across her backside, but didn’t really hurt. Pulling her hand back again, she once more gave herself a smack, this time harder. Then again. Then again. It felt strangely good. She deserved this, after all. She had wet her pants, gone pee-pee in her panties like a little baby, so now she got a spanking. A sudden jolt of realization as to what she was doing burst in upon her brain, and she straightened up like a lightning rod, pulling her hand away from her butt and looking over her shoulders to make sure no one had seen. She then resumed her walk, though at a brisker pace than before. What had just happened? She felt even more embarrassed by what she had just done than by peeing her pants. Well, maybe not, but close. But now a cause of worry had entered her mind. Could it be?…it couldn’t, no, no way…was it, though?…could it be that she actually, in a way…enjoyed wetting herself? She didn’t want to think about that. Best she just go find Lily and then—well, she would have to figure out what to do at that point. But first, find Lily. Angelica finished making her way down the inclined walkway, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of her relative privacy into the bustling hubbub of the general amusement park. Now exposed, she concentrated on walking with head held high and arms crossed, her jaw rigid with forced indifference. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Paradoxically, it seemed most people were too focused on where they themselves were headed to notice her, though of course she did see the occasional stare, the double take, the point out to someone else and laugh. She pretended not to care. It didn’t help her to have no idea which way to go. Lily had simply run off, clutching herself, without any kind of clue as to where she would be. Angelica stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and see if she could spot Lily’s familiar blonde hair. If Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder had kicked in, then she had probably made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Angelica looked around for where those might be, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Off to her right there was a refreshments kiosk, behind which there appeared to be a public toilet. That was as good a place as any to start. As she neared, it became apparent that it was indeed a restroom. There was a line of five or six women standing outside the right-hand door, and third from the end was Lily’s telltale blonde ponytail and narrow frame. She was facing forward, away from Angelica, and apparently was still doing battle with her bladder. Although she no longer had her hand in her crotch, she was rubbing her thighs and rocking back and forth from foot to foot. Angelica stepped up to stand beside her, ignoring the stares and murmurs she got from the ladies behind Lily in line. She stood there sheepishly in silence, without announcing her presence to Lily, and spread her legs open slightly to try to let the material around her crotch dry. Lily stood, bobbing and bouncing, for a few seconds before catching Angelica out of the corner of her eye. With a start, she turned towards Angelica, her face a mask of alarm. Angelica gave a weak smile and began to offer a “hi” when Lily looked down at her pants, then back up, eyes wide. She then grabbed her groin again and grimaced. Angelica’s smile fell, replaced by concern. She tilted her head to better see Lily’s face and asked, “Lil? What’s wrong?” Lily’s expression was one of anguish. “Why’d you have to come over here, Angie? Why? I could—I could’ve made it…” Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whine, and she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip and suppressing a groan. Just then, Angelica heard a pshhh and looked down at Lily’s crotch. Within a second, a wet stain spread out from around her hand, darkening the yellow fabric in a five-inch spot before stopping. Lily’s leak seemed to jolt her to urgency, and she shoved her other hand between her thighs as well, clenching for all she was worth. Her eyes flew open, darting about wildly in a panic. Angelica watched Lily’s plight with an open mouth, unsure of what to do. Lily was doing a full-on potty dance as she blurted out to the women in front of her, “Excuse me, but can I cut in front of you? It’s really an emergency—I don’t think…I can hold it…” Two of the three women in front of her turned around at this, but before either of them could so much as begin to answer, Lily gave out a guttural moan and doubled over. Angelica heard the hissing sound resume, but louder this time. Lily’s hands were both between her legs, and from Angelica’s position, she had a clear view of Lily’s butt, with her fingers sprouting from the crotch and stretching out over her upper thighs. Within moments, dark wetness blossomed out from Lily’s hands in a mesmerizingly captivating spectacle. It covered her bottom in a round oval, then split into multiple channels of golden liquid, each one spreading its glistening stain over the cloth, darkening the fabric underneath. The pee then began to pour out from the cuffs of Lily’s shorts on both sides in sparkling cascades. Lily stood still, unable to move as she peed herself, while the other women in line watched, giving murmurs of awkward sympathy. Since Lily’s rear end was still sticking out, some of her urine trickled down her smooth legs into her sandals, but most of it splattered out noisily behind her, splashing on the pavement and rapidly forming a puddle. The lady directly behind her gave a tiny gasp and stepped back to keep from getting peed on. Angelica watched all of this in guilty discomfort. She knew that it was watching her have an accident that made Lily need to go so urgently, but in the swirl of thoughts and emotions on the walk over here, she had forgotten about it. If she had been more mindful, she would have let Lily use the bathroom before catching up to her. So was it her fault, then? This was just like when they first met, only of course, now she knew better. Oops. Standing there stiffly, she shifted her weight to one leg and lolled her tongue inside her cheek uncomfortably while waiting for Lily to finish peeing in her pants. By this time, the women in front of Lily had noticed that Angelica’s pants were also wet and one offered her place in line to go clean up. She merely shook her head in response. After about twenty seconds, Lily’s stream died down, leaving only the last remnants of urine dripping from her shorts. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up straight and then removed her hands one at a time from her crotch. As she did so, they released a final spattering of pee out to splash down over her feet. She stared at her wet hands in disgust before wiping them off as best she could on the little dry space that remained on the hips of her shorts. Angelica felt bashful, knowing that Lily only had an accident because of her. At the same time, though, she had to admit to herself that it did feel a little better not being the only one. Did that make her a bad friend? She tried to tell herself that it didn’t, if for no other reason than that they had shared pee accidents enough times in the past. Still, she knew deep down that that was a flimsy excuse, and so she weakly placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder and spoke up in a small voice, “Hey, uh, Lil, how about we just go home?” It was a poor effort at conciliation. Lily was still looking down at herself in repulsion. After a moment, though, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Angelica again. When she spoke, her tone was somewhat softer, but still with a slight detectable edge. “Angie, you made me wet my pants.” Angelica swallowed, not knowing how to respond. Eventually, with a lame smile, she answered with a simple “Sorry?” ~Aftermath~ Now that Lily too was wet, both girls reconsidered the offer to cut the line to clean up. They spent about fifteen minutes inside, cleaning off their legs and getting all the drips out of their pants and underwear the best they could. Naturally, there was nearly nothing they could do about reducing the obviousness of the stains, and so Lily agreed to Angelica’s earlier proposal of simply calling it a day and heading out. The walk back to the entrance of the park was a silent and self-conscious one. It seemed that somehow, seeing two people who had peed themselves attracted people’s attention more than seeing just one. One overweight man, likely in his mid-twenties, jokingly asked in passing, “Got a little too excited, huh?” before continuing on his way with a bellowing laugh, and a short time late a little girl pointed and said loudly to her mother, “Look, mommy, those two women wet their pants!” before being quickly shushed. Angelica glanced over at Lily, who was looking down as she walked, her face red. She put her arm around Lily’s shoulder, giving her a slight smile as she made eye contact. Lily returned the smile, and then Angelica held out her arm for Lily to link hers with, which she did for the remainder of their walk. Back out in the parking lot, they were faced with the problem of how to keep from getting the seats wet. This was Angelica’s parents’ car—she was still looking for one of her own—and ever since the incident the previous month in Patrick’s car, the last thing she wanted was a reason to make her things more awkward between her and her mom. Patrick had said he would take care of cleaning the seat and for her not to worry about it, but she was pretty sure he had told their mom about it, and ever since then, her mom had been dropping subtle hints about maybe going to a doctor to get checked out. Angelica didn’t know which would be more embarrassing—having her mother think that she had some kind of medical condition, or admitting to her that no, these accidents were just good, old-fashioned, couldn’t-hold-it-any-more pants wettings. After digging around for a little bit, the best they could find were some fast-food napkins stuffed in the glove compartment. It was a scant solution, but better than nothing. It took a few minutes for them to devise the best distribution for maximum coverage, and once done, they needed to stay very still to stay exactly on top of the tiny areas of absorption. Since they still hadn’t had lunch, Angelica suggested they go by a drive-thru on their way back, her treat. Lily gratefully accepted, not seeming upset at Angelica anymore. They found a Jack-in-the-Box only a few minutes away, drove to it, and ordered two combo meals, then consumed them hungrily in the parking lot in the privacy of the car. Once they had finished eating, they began the drive back. It was about an hour’s drive, and the girls were both in better spirits now, and so they spent the time in fun conversation, making jokes, singing together, and such. At one point, Angelica’s phone buzzed with a text. She opened it, saw it was from Brian, and texted off a quick response. “You know, Angie, you shouldn’t be texting while driving.” Lily’s voice had a playful sternness to it that Angelica knew was meant to mimic her own voice. She blushed a little. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Lily gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Hmm…I wonder who would be important enough for my straight-arrow friend Angie to be texting back even when she shouldn’t be? Let’s see—survey says…Brian?” She stretched the last word out in a gooey tone. Angelica rolled her eyes and blushed more. “Yes, you got me.” She had naturally told Lily about the developments there, with Lily giving her full support, as any best friend would. Lily demonstrated it now, giggling and kicking her legs in excitement. As quickly as her mirth had begun, however, it died away, a look of concern on her face as she stared out the windshield. Angelica knew what had caused it. In front of them, the theretofore relatively clear traffic came to a sudden grinding halt. There were bumper-to-bumper brake lights in front of them, as far as they could see. Angelica sighed. She hadn’t expected this much backup. In addition, she could feel slight consternation nosing its way into her head, as the water and combo drink from earlier were working their way through her, and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom again. She looked over at Lily, wondering if she were feeling the same urges. But after what had happened in the park, she knew better than to mention it. As it turned out, she didn’t need to. After no more than five minutes in the jam, with excruciatingly little progress made, Lily spoke up. “I need to pee.” It was a simple enough statement, but Angelica knew her well enough to detect the nigh-imperceptible tremor in her voice. What it meant was “and we should find a place where I can do that, pretty soon.” She also knew better than even to agree, knowing that once Lily knew someone else was in the same boat, it would only make her have to go even more. So instead, she gave a noncommittal “mhm.” Their conversation continued, but Angelica could tell it was less lively than before. As the minutes passed by, and her own bladder refilled, she could also gauge Lily’s need by how much less she spoke. After another fifteen minutes, in which they had maybe gone one and a half miles, Lily groaned and crossed her legs. She looked over to Angelica and whined, “Angie, I reeeally have to go. Can’t we find someplace?” Angelica grimaced awkwardly. The next exit was in about three miles, and if their rate of travel stayed the same, they wouldn’t reach it for close to another half an hour. She shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, Lil, but we probably can’t for at least another thirty-five to forty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?” Immediately after saying it, she wondered why she had bothered to ask that last question. It wasn’t as if they had an alternative option in case Lily couldn’t wait. Lily merely responded with another groan, shifting around in her seat, despite the careful arrangement of napkins under her. Angelica looked over at her in compassion, empathizing with her as her own tank filled. She wasn’t feeling as desperate as Lily, but she was having a difficult time ignoring it now. Since Lily wasn’t up for conversation much, she decided to try to take her mind off it by going back to texting Brian. They continued, with short periods of advancing followed by longer ones of sitting still, during which Angelica would continue her phone dialogue and do her best to console Lily. Another fifteen minutes went by, during which Lily had whined and groaned more, lamenting the slowness of traffic and the quantity of her urine. She had also leaned forward in her seat and put her hands in her crotch, and she was now rocking slightly, giving whimpers through clenched teeth. Angelica figured it probably would be best for her to take a break from texting to be there for her friend. Dropping the phone in her lap, she turned to Lily. “You can make it, Lil. You’re gonna be okay.” Lily didn’t reply. Of course, Angelica had her doubts about whether Lily would indeed be okay or not. As she watched her best friend struggle with her full bladder, her thoughts began to wander. She knew what Lily was going through, thinking back to when she herself had had an accident a couple of years earlier, at the harvest festival. In fact, knowing what it felt like was an instrumental reason why the two of them were friends now. But at the harvest festival—that had happened in front of Brian. And here she was, years later, still in touch. Were the two connected somehow? A full bladder and attraction to Brian? And now her mind drifted back to her experience on the roller coaster and immediately afterward. Her thoughts had been flooded with those images of him, right before her pants had been flooded with her pee. And then on the walkway… She didn’t know what it all meant, but as her urge to pee increased now, and seeing Lily’s do the same, and the texts from Brian came in, she could feel a new moistness in her panties. Then, with no warning, her bladder suddenly contracted, releasing a short spurt of urine out, rewarming the area around her private parts. She gasped, leaned forward, and quickly used her free hand to grab her crotch. It had just been a small leak and was quickly cut off, but it had come as a surprise. And, unfortunately, it had not gone unnoticed by Lily. Lily had turned toward Angelica when she had first leaked, and now her face went red. She bit her lip with a moan, then said, in a small and shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Angie. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I’m going to wet my pants…oh my gosh, I’m going to wet myself…” A second after that, the telltale hiss began, and Angelica watched, transfixed, as Lily’s yellow shorts once again sprouted a dark patch, the wetness spreading rapidly across her thighs even as she continued to hold herself. She knew that there was no way the napkins under Lily’s butt would be enough to protect the seat, and she wondered how much it cost to get the seats cleaned—and if her mom would ever let her borrow the car again. Witnessing her friend’s loss of control, however, only amplified her own need—and strangely, simultaneously increased the excitement she was feeling in her privates. She had to stay in control, though. She couldn’t let a repeat of what had happened earlier occur. It didn’t help that her panties had gotten all warm around her sensitive spot from her leak earlier. Then she realized that she was still holding herself, and that the whole time she had been, her phone had still been in her lap. It was now pressed up against her groin by her hand. And then, it buzzed. Angelica gasped and gripped herself harder. It was probably another text from Brian. But it had vibrated right up against her clitoris, just like the roller coaster, and now her excitement was building, and she had to focus on holding her pee… And then the phone buzzed again. She knew that if the phone weren’t right in her crotch, she would be fine. But she had to keep holding herself, afraid to remove her hand—yet the harder she held herself, the more she was pushing the phone deeper into her most sensitive area… And the phone buzzed again. She was breathing harder now, and her face was flushed. All the same sensations from earlier were reappearing, and her bladder was tightening. She needed to hold on…but at the same time, she needed it to continue… She looked over at Lily, who was still clenching tightly. She had seemed to get her pee under control again, though there was clearly a wet puddle around her rear end. Angelica thought of her own rear end, and the punishment she had given herself on the walkway… And then the phone buzzed harder. It was a phone call, Angelica knew. She leaned forward, gripping herself even harder, as the vibrations built a tower of euphoria that was about to crash on top of her. A moan escaped her lips, making Lily turn a face of bewilderment on her. She could hear Lily’s voice, “Are you okay, Angie?” but she was unable to answer. Instead, another moan came out, this time louder, as the buzzing continued. Her pee was at the very cusp of escaping all over the seat, but she imagined it was Brian calling her, and in a way, it felt as if he were doing this to her. Her moans grew faster along with her breathing, and the phone kept buzzing, and the ecstasy was mounting, and she was about to pee her pants again… No, no, no! And she imagined Brian spanking her… Yes, yes, yes! And then it burst out, on both ends. She screamed out a “YES!” as the wave of pleasure crested and overwhelmed her. Her body was not her own anymore, held captive instead to the dazzling exhilaration washing over her. She threw herself back into the seat, her breaths short grunts as she twitched and shook, and she no longer had any control over her bladder. Lily hadn’t understood the force of the answer to her question, but then, watching Angelica’s bizarre seizure, she too heard a loud hiss and stared in shock as Angelica’s jeggings quickly went dark around the crotch again. Unlike her own loss of control, which she had tried to fight and eventually successfully curtailed, Angelica seemed to not even notice her own. Her urine sprayed out loudly, spreading around her hand and down her thighs, rapidly puddling around her butt and even dripping over the sides of the chair. Lily stared in horror as she noticed that Angelica was still holding her phone with the hand between her thighs, and it was getting thoroughly drenched. She was panting and bright red, barely able to focus on the road as she went to the bathroom in her pants, completely soaking the seat. Unfortunately, this was all too much for Lily. She had barely been able to get herself under control before the mess had gotten too big—she hoped—but now that Angelica was totally wetting herself, there was no way she could hold back any longer. With a “no!” her own floodgates reopened, and her butt went warm again, then hot, her pee spraying out from her crotch across her thighs and making her own puddle extend to the edge of the seat to drip down the front as well. She too had a total loss of bladder control and wet herself for another thirty seconds, until she was completely empty. Angelica by now had been coming down from her high, her second unintentional orgasm of the day. She pushed a strand of hair off her sweat-streaked forehead and lifted her dripping phone out from where it had taken its golden shower. Turning on the screen, she saw that the phone call had not been from Brian after all, but from her mom. So too had been the text messages. They read, Angelica, when do you think you’ll be back? I want to see about setting up a doctor’s appointment for you. I’m concerned about you, baby girl. She dropped her phone back into her puddle in resignation. Just great. As the last of her climax died down inside her, she wondered how she could possibly get out of it now, coming home with two massive pee puddles in the seats. At least this traffic would provide ample time to think of something.

Hey all, this is two stories, interconnected. First is a total fiction from the perspective of a female graduate student teaching assistant. No messing for the first one. I was inspired, for some reason, to write today and wrote this stream of consciousness, and I get a little too in the weeds in "grading" but uuhh... fuck it. It is what it is. I worked in helping people with their papers in college, so I got a little carried away, I guess. Second one is also a total fiction and is about two students. "Almost done with class," I thought. Morning coffee, iced tea, and over four hours straight in class and I was bursting. A coffee, I understand. Why did I also drink tea? Why didn't I step out of the classroom? Oh yeah, because I'm the teacher. All 15 students were sitting in a circle discussing the latest readings, and I don't know if that was a good thing for me or not. On one hand, I wasn't as conspicuous and my foot fidgeting could be construed as excess energy. On the other hand, being up at the chalkboard moving around could take my mind off things. Whatever, there was 15 minutes left, surely I could hold out that long. The students, thankfully were in an animated discussion about the finer points of... uuuhh... something. It's not like graduate students do the readings, either. I couldn't focus on what they were saying; I could barely breathe. I hadn't been this desperate since... since I was in 3rd grade. That ended with me peeing my pants in church all over the pew. God, that was embarrassing. I crossed my leg tightly. I grimaced at my tight black jeans - they dug into my bladder hard. I don't think when they designed fashion to objectify women, they thought me peeing my pants would be the outcome. Well, at least they're black, if I lose a little it likely won't be noticeable. Fuck. Am I so desperate that was a reasonable thought? It honestly felt like my lower body was going numb. If I peed right now, would I even notice? And then it hit - the first spurt. Oh, I sure did notice. I gasped softly and leaned forward slightly. I could tell the students to the left and right of me glanced over, and I felt my ears burning red. Oh god, did they suspect? The conversation was coming to a close on its own, fortunately. I didn't have any impact on it and I'm their teacher. Oh well, priorities. I looked at the clock and saw there was technically ten minutes left. Fuck it, class is ending now. "Alright, great discussion, I'm glad everyone was super engaged with the readings. I don't think there's anything else to cover, so unless there are questions..." (there never are) "I'll see you all next week where we'll just review for the midterm." Everyone packed up and I continued to sit, frozen with my legs crossed. There was no way I was getting up until I knew the damage. Everyone slowly filed out as I brought all my materials (essentially, a notebook, some pieces of paper with my lesson plan, and a pen) together to get ready to leave. One student wasn't leaving though. Selene. Damn. I forced a smile. "What's up?" "I was wondering if we could go over my paper before I turned it in because I'm gonna miss tomorrow's lecture for a swim meet." Oh, yes. Selene was on the University's swim team. I didn't envy her schedule. I did envy her athletic body, her upper half hidden in a hoodie but her bottom half showing off through her black leggings. I certainly had a butt that turned heads (something I had to be careful about around male students!), but it had been years since I had been able to work out regularly. I also envied her ability to pee while doing her job in the pool... I grimaced. "Sorry, I know it's about to be my office hours, but could we check in later today?" She responded, "I have class in twenty minutes, could we just quickly go over it now?" I had to be a teacher for just ten or fifteen more minutes. I could do that, right? It's my responsibility. "Sure. Let's head to my office since this classroom has another class in it later." I resigned myself to getting out of my chair, but fortunately the black pants seemed to pay off. In fact, it was a small enough spurt I'm not sure it even got on my pants. Standing, though, redoubled my desperation. I was subconsciously grinding my teeth, I had to go so bad, but I powered through and began walking to the office. We fortunately made the two flight trek downstairs without incident. However, another spurt hit as I unlocked the door. There was nothing I could do except hope it wasn't noticeable, and I let Selene in and sat at my desk. I was grateful that none of my officemates were in. Why, in case I was going to have an accident? That wasn't going to happen! I'm an adult, an educator. Then again, I was sort of already having an accident, I guess. Selene pulled up a chair next to my desk, facing me. She immediately crossed her legs, as well, and a vague thought crossed my mind - that is, before yet another spurt. I had long since spurned my Catholic upbringing, but praying to God seemed like a good idea at this point. She handed me her rough draft and I quickly skimmed through it as best I could. I wrote some grammatical edits as I went. The task of being forced to read took my mind off things, which was good. The paper was honestly pretty cool. Our class was an obscure cross-listed sociology/history class on athletics in the United States (hence the significant number of athlete students). Since it was Black History Month, we were reading about pioneer black American athletes, like Jackie Robinson or John Carlos. Selene wrote a paper about the history of black women in swimming and she discussed the history of underrepresentation of black Americans in swimming and highlighted Simone Manuel as the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold. I was so engrossed, in fact, that another spurt occurred... this one wasn't like the last ones. The last ones were like for a literal moment, milliseconds (and hopefully milliliters). This one was for two whole seconds. That doesn't sound long... except when you're peeing your pants. I knew my underwear had no chance (black boyshorts, by the way - gotta keep it conservative when I teach so I don't accidentally flash my students my underwear). It was going to soak my jeans. I was afraid it might have been audible. I looked up and saw Selene was in her own world. Her legs were crossed, too, and she was rocking back and forth, staring blankly at her knees, clad in black leggings. Honestly, it looked like she had to go almost as badly as me. I took the opportunity to glance down. Sitting with my legs crossed, I saw nothing. I definitely felt wet (and the wetness was rapidly cooling!) between my legs, though. It didn't feel like it was down to my butt... yet... "Hey, Selene, so I think this is a strong paper and you picked a really interesting topic." She jerked her head up to attention. I continued, "I made some minor grammatical fixes, but I think the way you organized the speech was totally clear and easy to follow. I especially like using Simone's life as a personal case to contrast to the history." God, it was weird to try to act professional as you were about to do the most childish thing possible. Honestly, I couldn't tell if I was slowly peeing as I was talking or not. "You do a good job dispelling the racist myths of why black people don't go into swimming professionally and you talk about underrepresentation of famous figures and Simone potentially changing that, like Serena and Venus for tennis, but I think you could delve in more to this point about lack of black access to swim teams due to financial barriers." Fuck, I definitely just peed a bit more. Maybe another two or three seconds? It was definitely on my butt. It was probably on my seat, which was at least cushioned so it soaked it up instead of rolling off. I was safe from Selene, at least - after... well, I'll figure that out then. She didn't look like she was paying that much attention, frankly, which I was relieved about but also annoyed by. Why the hell had she asked to meet if she was just going to zone out? So I would pee my pants? Ugh, I guess I'll be the responsible teacher. I quickly wrote on the sheet, "Expand on financial barriers to swimming." I handed it back to her, spurting as I did so and pretending everything was fine. "Otherwise, it looks solid. Don't worry about the lecture, I can send you slides..." I trailed off as I saw her immediately shoot her hand down to her crotch. She bent over and breathlessly said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just really have to pee and was hoping to be able to meet with you before I had to go to my next class so I wouldn't be late." Watching her desperation was too much for me. I started peeing in earnest. I just sat there, cross-legged, and peed, frozen in shock. It started with a two second spurt as she apologized. It then became a slow and steady stream that picked up steam. I wordlessly opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. I just looked down and saw piss pool between my legs. I did my best to squeeze shut, but all I did was slow it down for a second. I looked up and she STILL hadn't noticed. She was going on. "I'll just quickly stop by the bathroom and be right back, I'm so sorry!" She stood up, hand still in her crotch, legs still crossed. When she stood up, I saw a wet spot the size of a dollar bill on the seat. I strangely wondered if it was all in one go or over time. As she stood up, I saw she could finally see my piss. She was shocked and stood there, mouth agape, staring at the piss pool before eventually reaching my knees and flowing down my legs and onto the floor. It overflowed the chair, too, and leaked out of the cushion in all directions. It was a mess, and I was mortified. Selene, however, turned bright pink as well. I looked down to see a rush of urine cascade down her black leggings, glistening its way from her crotch down to her knees... then eventually her shoes. Her hand was still in her crotch, now wet with her own piss. We were both silent in our shock and disgrace, and I could hear both her and my piss hiss its way out of our bodies. She finished peeing before I did. Or maybe she actually succeeded in stopping. I long since gave up. It was the longest, most awkward pause of my whole life. She uncrossed her legs and stood sheepishly, looking down at herself. When I was done, I cleared my throat. "Maybe next time you tell me if you have to pee so we can both pee beforehand." It wasn't funny, but the situation was so absurd we both just started laughing. She tried to get this done as soon as possible so she could go pee, I wanted it to not happen so I could pee. If only one of us had said, "Just gimme a sec and let me pee" we both would have peed and the dumbest, most embarrassing moment of my life (and probably hers!) wouldn't have happened. God, what a shitty day - wait, I take that back, I certainly don't want THAT to happen. She took off her hoodie, a white tank top underneath, and tied it around her waist. "How obvious is it?" "Uuh... pretty obvious. You probably want to skip your next class. Don't tell anyone your teacher said so." "Also don't tell anyone their teacher peed their pants?" "Only if you want me to tell the world our revered campus swimmer peed hers." "We pee in the pool all the time, honestly, I'm afraid I'll forget I'm not in the pool and just piss where I'm sitting." "A little late for that, don't you think?" There was a pause before we chuckled again. She said, "Well, I guess I'll figure something out... maybe try the hand dryers in the bathroom..." We said our goodbyes and I called my boyfriend, Sam. "Hey, uuh, Sam? How quickly can you get to my office? And do you have a change of pants? Yeah, it's quite the story..." Well, we'd always wanted to have sex in my office... at this point, I'd gladly do it to thank him for bringing me pants, but it's a real question on whether he'd want to in this state. BONUS STORY!!! MESSING WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dunno, I was just feeling it. Grace and Emma walked out of class. Grace, a tall, brown-haired woman clad in a short dress down to above her knees, whispered to her friend. "I think our teacher had to pee..." Emma, who was equally tall, but skinnier (and envious of Grace's ass) and blonde was in gray yoga pants and a white top with a frill. She whispered back, "I do too, I'm gonna pee my pants if we don't get to a bathroom ASAP." Grace giggled. "I have to pee too. The bathroom's right by the front door." They walked in to see both stalls taken and a line. Emma groaned. "Ugh, let's find a new one." They exited the building and entered the one next door, the Chemistry building. Emma scanned the place. "Do you know where the bathrooms are? I've never been in here." Grace shrugged. "I haven't, either. It can't be that hard to find, plenty of people have class in this building." They wandered the halls, but for some reason a bathroom eluded them. Emma put her hand on Grace's shoulder. "Grace. Listen. If we don't find a bathroom in the next five minutes, I'm not just gonna piss myself. I'm gonna shit myself. It's gonna be the worst." Grace had to poop, too, to be honest, but never had the brazenness that Emma did. "Well, let's check the second floor, then, I'm not going to a new building!" They wandered the second floor. They found a bathroom, but of course it was out of order. Emma groaned. "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?" This was beyond amusing to Grace, and she just stayed silent. A fart caught her attention, though. Emma was bright red. "My bad. Let's get out of here before someone smells us." They ran to the third floor, Grace leaving some silent farts of her own. Her butt was tightly clenched, her muscles visibly tense through her yoga pants. Emma came to a halt. "Hold up, I'm about to piss myself here." Emma crossed her legs and bent over, clearly fighting her hardest. Grace, too, was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Emma looked up. "Oh my god, Grace, I think I pissed myself a little." She looked around, saw the hallway was empty, and lifted her dress. Grace exclaimed, "We're in public, don't show me!" It was too late, and on Emma's bright red thong was a darker splotch. A line ran down her upper leg and was lost around her knee, as well. Grace followed up, "Well, let's find a bathroom, fast!" They power walked as best they could onward. Emma whispered, "I'm fucking peeing as we're walking." Grace couldn't help but glance over and see trickles running down Emma's legs. Finally, at the end of the third floor, they saw a bathroom sign. It was a unisex one, but a bathroom nonetheless. They both started running to get there. Grace felt a spurt, but she didn't care - she was so close to salvation. When they got to the door, Emma swung it open and saw there was one toilet. They looked at each other. At that pause, Grace heard another fart from Emma. Emma turned bright red. That fart was definitely wet and stained her thong. "Listen, I'm already pissing myself and there was definitely something more to that fart. Just let me go and I won't even wipe, you can go right after." Grace really, really wanted to go, and the wet spot clung tightly to her crotch. She was caught in a moment of indecision. Emma farted again, while a small nugget of poop shot out and was caught by her thong. She muttered, "Fuck it" and strode to the toilet, lifted her dress, and sat down. Grace hurriedly entered and closed and locked the door. Emma wasn't even bothering to take off her underwear, and a steady stream could be heard. Emma was pooping her thong as she sat, as well, and bigger splashes indicated that. Her thong was just pushed aside easily as a log flowed out, followed by two more. Grace stood in front of Emma and crossed her legs tightly. However, it was to no avail listening to Emma's relief. Piss spurted out of her, first for a couple seconds, then for five seconds. The wet spot grew until it was down to her mid-thighs. Emma looked up and said, shocked, "Are you pissing yourself?" Grace hung her head in shame as the rest of the piss came pouring out. Emma cried out, "Oh my god, just hold on, I'm almost done." Unbeknownst to Emma, Grace was also pooping herself. Her buttcheeks unclenched just slightly and a small point pushed out her yoga pants. It pushed out and out and curled up, creating a growing bulge behind. Fortunately, Emma's peeing and pooping masked the smell and covered up the sound of crackling. Emma was finished and stood up. "Yo, take the toilet!" It was too late. Grace was finished. Behind her was a bulge the size of an orange, while urine glistened on her legs down to her feet, her shoes surrounded by a puddle. Grace backed up til her butt touched the wall. "It's too late... God this is embarrassing." Emma stared for a second, then jumped into action. "You stay here. I'll go grab you a new pair of pants. No one can tell what I did with this dress." Grace nodded her head. "Thanks, Emma." "Don't thank me, I'm the reason you got screwed." Emma dried off her legs and walked out of the bathroom. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of piss and poop on her, but she kept moving quickly all the way to her dorm. Grace, however, had a more complicated clean-up. Fortunately, she got away with it, she thought. She peeled off her yoga pants and dumped the content into the toilet before pulling out a large wad of toilet paper.

Hello! Welcome to live action messing, where you can tell your current poop desperation and messing experience here! I decided that since there's a live action Omorashi thread, why not have a live action soiling thread as well? Lol Hope you all enjoy your time here!

On the Europe school trip, which was six years later after the Blip and on this trip Peter was drawn to Michelle’s bathroom habits. Throughout the trip he discovered that he realised he had a crush on MJ. Before the snap or which some people call the blip happened, the same thing happened towards another girl at his school and that was Liz Toomes. He started to notice Liz’s accidents and this unlocked a bit of a secret to him, which made him attracted to a fetish that consists of wetting and desperation of girls. One thing he hoped for is that MJ would be exactly like Liz a sexy girl with a small bladder. To Peter the reality of this trip came true, which was that MJ would exactly be like how he remembered Liz by her accidents. Peter Parker’s favourite part of the trip was the flight from New York to Venice and to tell you why, we’ll it’s darn simple. Pete went to use the airplane bathroom and when he opened the door stood MJ looking like she needs to go so bad. Parker quickly shuts the door and starts pretending to clean the toilet seat, as a way to make MJ wait longer. Michelle was getting frustrated she quietly spoke in an angry voice “Peter please hurry up I’ve got go!” There was no reply back from Peter and this infuriated MJ. It was just in a matter of seconds when Michelle Jones first felt a squirt escape her and immediately looked around, no one was awake so that was great she could grab herself like a young girl without anyone looking at her. She bent over slightly and jammed her hands into her crotch, she grabbed her crotch area of her black jeans and started doing the pee pee dance. The thought of a 18 year old acting like a little kid was embarrassing to herself and aim to get a stronger bladder. She now was feed up with Parker and banged on the door and quietly said “Hurry up Peter... please.” Again no reply but inside that bathroom Peter was getting all excited about this, but the one who he is getting excited for isn’t too happy with this predicament. Just then another wave hit Spidey’s crush and made her scream a bit, Miss Jones was getting scared about wetting herself now because it was on its last legs. She couldn’t use the bathroom behind her because some person has been in there since the start of her desperation and she wouldn’t make it if she walked to the other bathroom where Pete and Ned were originally seated. She was not one of those girls who would rush back to their seat and use something else as a toilet, she would definitely not use the sick bag as a device to pee in nor will she use the blanket the plane provided to pee on. There was no other choose, but the option she definitely does not like, and that was wetting herself right now and having a so called “accident”. She took a deep breath in and with out any hesitations she started peeing, her golden stream bolted out from her pussy and ran into her pink panties and which soaked both the front and the back. She couldn’t help it but she moaned softly about her accident, the only person who heard it was Peter and by the sounds of MJ made him sexually attracted to her, which made Spider-Man quite aroused. The stream died down shortly after that and she actually enjoyed being wet after the embarrassment she took upon. Luckily her jeans were black and didn’t show much of the accident, but can you imagine if she wasn’t wearing black jeans and everyone would make fun of her but not the one who forced her to do this. The wet MJ went back to her seat and smiled to herself because of what Mr Parker did to her and after her enjoyment, Mr Parker left the bathroom leaving Brad to go after him. To Be Continued...

I didn’t really want to break this up into multiple posts so it is quite a long one hope you don’t mind hehe. As usual I have grown to really like these characters so let me know in the comments if you think I should write further installments. Enjoy! ******************************** Nina stood in front of the mirror in a white lace bra and matching lacy panties admiring her figure. Her big blue eyes scanned up and down her lean frame. It had taken months of hard work in the gym to get the summer body she had been dreaming of but it had paid off. She had always been proud of her c cup tits but now she could show off a toned ass and hourglass figure as well. It was a body built for bikinis but as the horn of her family’s sedan went off several times she was reminded of why exactly it was wasted. She was going off to college next year and her younger brother would be entering his senior year, but despite Nina’s insistence that, as a soon to be college freshman, she was far too adult to still go on the annual family road trip, her parents had insisted. To make matters worse, her brother had been allowed to bring one of his dorky friends along. While the rest of her friends were taking planes to exotic places, she was about to be stuck in a small car for hours to get to a small lake town in the middle of nowhere. “I hate my life,” she groaned into her reflection. She jumped when she heard a pounding at her door. It was her father, angry that she was delaying them getting on the road and complaining about hitting traffic. She groaned, pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and grabbed a pair of white leggings and a purple tank top. She pulled the clothes on and shortly afterwards her father was swinging the door open and telling her that her time was up. Meanwhile, in the car waiting below, Nina’s mother sat in the front seat tuning the radio while Nina’s brother Harry and his friend Calvin sat in the backseat waiting for the other two to return. “Thanks again for letting me come with Mrs. Johnson,” Calvin spoke up. “Oh it’s no problem sweetheart! We’re happy to have you,” Mrs. Johnson smiled as she continued to fiddle with the radio before finally settling on a station she liked. Calvin was filled with anticipation, and while his friend assumed it was anticipation of the trip in general, that was only partly true. Of course he was happy to be going on vacation with his best friend this summer but he was very excited to get to be with Nina. Calvin was not a particularly attractive guy. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, many girls had complimented him on the way his dark hair contrasted with his hazel eyes, he just paled in comparison to the jocks Nina typically associated with. His love of comic books and video games had branded him a nerd early in his high school years. Even once he filled out a little and wasn’t quite as gangly as he was his freshman year, he had been unable to shake the lack of popularity his reputation afforded him. So instead of going for Nina he had admired her from afar. But then he had become best friends with Harry, who told Calvin all about his horrible big sister who made fun of his glasses and mocked him when he wet the bed as a child. After hearing all the ways Nina had tormented Harry, any feelings Calvin had for her outside the purely sexual or lustful had faded. So yes he was excited for this trip because he would be with his best friend, but he was even more excited to ogle said friend’s sister for an entire summer. Mr. Johnson quickly dragged a pouting Nina outside, her bag in his other hand. He walked over and pointed at the backseat indicating for her to get in, then tossed her suitcase into the trunk with the rest. Nina slid into the backseat and found herself next to Calvin, who was seated in the middle, while Harry had the other window seat. Calvin greeted her but she just rolled her eyes, put her headphones in, and turned the music up so she wouldn’t have to pay any mind to the other people in her company. In the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something but she shrugged it away. The route to their lake house was as familiar to Mr. Johnson as the back of his hand after years and years of going down for every summer. It was to the point that he had the whole drive scheduled to a tee. There’s a rest stop a couple miles down once they pull onto the highway. They would stop there, run to the bathroom, grab snacks or anything else they wanted, and then get back on the road. After that there would be no more stops until they needed gas. This rule was strict with no exceptions unless it was an absolute emergency, and so far they had not needed to deviate from that schedule in years. Mr. Johnson was already annoyed since Nina had put them behind schedule with her tardiness, so he was determined to stick to the rest of his plan as perfectly as possible. When they pulled up at that first rest stop everyone got out of the car. Nina and Harry went to the convenience store while their parents and Calvin stopped at the bathroom. There was coffee available but cups needed to be bought from the counter so after considering for a moment Nina decided that she needed the coffee to deal with her family and gas station coffee was better than nothing. She approached the counter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the cashier on duty was quite attractive. She began to flirt with him as her brother meandered around the store before finally grabbing a soda and taking it to the counter. He rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, walking up just as the cashier handed her a cup. “Oh wait, this is a large, I asked for a small,” Nina corrected him. “Don’t worry about it, the upgrade is on me,” the cashier winked. Without thinking of the consequences, only the flattery, Nina happily accepted the cup and flounced off to fill it up. Harry rolled his eyes again, paid, and then went outside to find Calvin and his mother already inside and his father leaning impatiently against the car. “Where’s your sister?” his father asked. Harry shrugged, “she should be out soon,”. Sure enough, Nina sauntered out shortly afterwards, happily sipping on her discounted coffee. She started to head towards the bathroom but decided better of it. Her father was already mad at her for disrupting his so called schedule and she didn’t feel like hearing the lecture that would surely follow if she delayed them again. So instead of taking the chance to relieve herself Nina hopped in the car, and soon the group was back on the highway again. An hour went by and Nina had gone back to listening to music and sipped her coffee all the while. Harry had just launched into a rant about the Star Wars prequels that Calvin was all too familiar with so he took the opportunity to primarily shift his focus to Nina. His eyes raked over her fit body, appreciating the results of her gym time. He noticed that her legs were pressed together pretty tightly. His eyes darted from there to her coffee and his mind began to spin. You see, Calvin had at some point developed an affinity for girls desperate for a toilet. He had watched countless hours of footage of girls squirming trying desperately not to soak their panties with urine or fill them with shit or both! But he had never seen anything in real life. “Real girls around my age just don’t wet themselves anymore, let alone shit themselves,” he thought with a sigh. So he wrote off Nina’s body language as wishful thinking and went back to focusing on his conversation with Harry. Harry was rambling. He could tell he was rambling by the way Calvin was zoning out, but he couldn’t help it. He had finished the soda he bought at the rest stop shortly after buying it in the first place and it had ran right through him. Rambling helped him take his mind off his need to pee. His leg bounced slightly, truly it was a wonder Calvin hadn’t noticed and made comment. “He probably is just sparing my feelings,” Harry thought, but his need was getting worse now and he had to resist the temptation to bring one hand down to hold himself. Talking with Calvin helped for a while but soon even that was not a sufficient distraction. Nina regretted having that coffee. Only after finishing it did she realize what that nagging feeling telling her she had forgotten something had been about. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before her dad barged into her room demanding she get in the car. Now all that coffee was filling her bladder and causing a stirring in her gut. She had made such a fuss about being too much of an adult for this trip. Between that and having already been the reason they were held up in the first place, she didn’t dare open her mouth to ask for another break. She pressed her thighs together tightly and adjusted herself in her chair under the guise of getting more comfortable in hopes of easing the pressure off her bladder. Another fifteen minutes passed and neither of the Johnson kids were in very good shape. Harry was now clenching his dick in one hand, applying pressure directly to the tip to prevent any from coming out and, as subtle as she was trying to be, even Nina had a hand in her crotch, although she was pretending it was just casually in her lap. Meanwhile Calvin, who was now certain that both Harry and Nina desperately needed to pee, was torn between feeling pity for his friend and arousal for his friend’s sister. He felt as if he couldn’t fully appreciate Nina’s desperation because of Harry’s. “Calvin you got to help me. I have to pee so bad but if I ask for a break my dad will be mad and I don’t know if I can make it anyway,” Harry finally admitted in a whisper. Calvin was almost shocked Harry would reveal that and once again felt torn between hoping they could stop so his friend could get relief and hoping they couldn’t so that Nina couldn’t. Suddenly he came up with an idea that both helped Harry and made things worse for Nina. Although not quite squirming yet, Nina’s need was starting to get serious. She had needed to tighten her grip on her crotch to prevent any potential leaks and now had crossed one leg over the other. The foot still on the ground was tapping anxiously as her bladder became more and more of a solid, warm weight in her abdomen. She had tried listening to music to help distract her but first “Umbrella” by Rihanna had come on and she had to hit skip because of all the rain talk. Then she had to skip again when “Singing in the Rain” popped up. When the sound of waterfalls came up, something she had added to her library for use when she had trouble sleeping, she had given up on the music and quickly yanked out her earbuds. She stared pointedly out the window, ignoring everyone else in the car to focus on her bladder and the slowly worsening stirring in her gut. Calvin bent down and rooted around the floor of the car in search of the discarded soda bottle that had gotten Harry into this mess in the first place. “Here just pee into this,” he said, passing the bottle to Harry. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill me,” Harry replied. “I’ll come up with a distraction” “Nina will point out what I’m doing.” “Trust me she won’t.” Harry looked at Calvin dubiously but having no other options he relented. Calvin suddenly leaned forward and said “Mrs. Johnson I love this song! Can you turn it up?” “Of course dear!” Mrs. Johnson sweetly replied, turning up the volume. Calvin then leaned back and nodded at Harry who quickly uncapped the bottle, whipped his dick out, and pointed it in the direction of the bottle opening. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released all the pent up urine from his aching bladder. Calvin’s music idea did the trick and Harry’s parents were unaware of his actions, but Nina was very much aware. Just as Calvin suspected she was speechless. She couldn’t help but stare as her brother pissed into the bottle and look at his euphoric, relaxed expression in envy. Watching him fill the bottle caused her bladder to briefly contract, a short spurt of pee forcing its way out of her to wet her panties a bit. She uncrossed her legs, the top leg was too close to her abdomen and had only been applying additional pressure to her already straining bladder, but she immediately dug both hands into her crotch to compensate. She became aware of eyes on her so she nervously turned her head to look at Harry and Calvin. By the time Nina had finished switching positions Harry had finished peeing, capped the bottle, and tucked himself back into his pants and boxers. But now he and Calvin could both see her in what was blatantly an attempt to hold back a full bladder. When Harry spotted her his mouth stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she would be fine but seeing her embarrassed reaction at having been caught so obviously desperate was enough to make him happy. Calvin, on the other hand, was enjoying this for an entirely different reason. He was thankful that Harry was focused on Nina because it gave him an opportunity to quickly adjust himself as he grew hard. Here was this gorgeous woman sandwiched next to him, so close their thighs were touching, and she had a full bladder. It was a fantasy come to life and although he knew their next scheduled stop was only about five minutes away and Nina would likely make it to the bathroom with nothing worse than damp panties, he still was ecstatic. Nina took solace in the fact that she recognized where they were on the highway. They had left suburbia far behind them and were surrounded by trees on either side. If she weren’t so distracted by her bursting bladder and increasingly full bowels she would admire the view. “Just five minutes until Dad usually stops for gas,” she chanted in her head like a mantra. Suddenly she noticed that the car was slowing down. She anxiously looked outside only to discover that the highway had backed up. A quick check of the clock revealed it was rush hour. Her father groaned in the front seat. “This is why we stick to the schedule!” he said throwing up his hands in frustration. Harry was giddy that her relief would be further delayed but his excitement could not hold a candle to Calvin’s. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just knowing she had to pee had been enough but this, seeing her bursting, was a blessing. Calvin didn’t know if videos would ever satisfy him again know that he had been this up close and personal with a super hot girl who looked on the verge of wetting herself. “She probably is going to have a decent sized wet patch by the time she gets out of the car and can go to the bathroom,” Calvin thought, his eyes bouncing back and forth between her distressed face and where her hands were still buried in her crotch. Nina was about to burst. With all the traffic they were moving a fraction of the speed they usually would, doing about twenty where they usually would be doing seventy. Although she would usually be mortified to result to such childish means of holding it, she bounced and squirmed around as much as she could in her seat considering she still had Calvin boxing her in one side and was confined by the seatbelt. Suddenly she got a bit more still, squirming in just one spot and hunched over instead of bouncing all over the seat. She felt a small bit leak out. Then a larger spurt. Calvin and Harry watched intently as Nina hunched over, both their gazes going towards her crotch. There was an audible hiss for a moment and then it was cut off. It started back up again, for longer this time, and this time a visible wet patch appeared around Nina’s hands before she could cut off the leak. “Nina’s pissing herself!” Harry gleefully announced. “What!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson both exclaimed at once. Mr. Johnson muttered “Jesus Christ,” under his breath, knowing he could do nothing and needed to keep his attention on the road, while Mrs. Johnson frantically felt around until she found a towel. She shoved it towards Nina saying “put this underneath you,” but Nina shook her head. “N...no I’m fine!” she insisted, in denial that she was about to piss herself, despite being nineteen years old, in front of her eighteen year old brother and his friend. Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes and shoved the towel into Calvin’s hands, nodding her head in Nina’s direction. Calvin nodded his understanding. “Lift up Nina,” he said lowly but firmly. Nina obediently lifted her butt off the seat so Calvin could shove the towel beneath her and then promptly sat back down. “Hang on the traffic has eased up,” Mr. Johnson said gruffly, as he quickly sped up in hopes of getting to the gas station before his daughter could embarrass herself any further. Unfortunately for Nina it was too late. With a whimper her bladder gave out and piss rushed out of her urethra, past her tired sphincter, to spray into her nice white panties and leggings. The wet patch quickly grew to Nina’s horror, Harry’s amusement, and Calvin’s pleasure. Her leggings went transparent and slightly yellow in a wide arc originating from her crotch and radiating outwards across her thighs. By the time her flow stopped, she had almost completely soaked the towel beneath her and had absolutely drenched her panties and leggings. It was absolutely unmistakable what she had done. “You can slow down now Dad, she already completely pissed herself,” Harry laughed as Nina trembled, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Calvin could not believe his luck. Soon afterward Mr. Johnson pulled into the gas station next to a pump. Immediately he turned and began to lecture Nina on how she was far too old to be behaving this way. She sat through the whole lecture head bowed in shame and when it was finally over he climbed out of the car to pump the gas and she reached for the door handle to leave. There were still her bowels to be taken care of. Now that she no longer had to worry about her bladder she was really realizing how badly she needed to relieve that as well. “You really want to go out there so everyone at the gas station can see you in your pissy pants?” Harry taunted her. “Harry, stop that!” his mother admonished but she then turned back to Nina. “He has a point though Nina. You should stay here. Honestly dear you are too old to be having accidents and frankly if you cannot hold it like a big girl then perhaps you should sit in your wet clothes as a lesson,” her mother concluded before turning back around. Calvin was dying. His dick was straining to be released and weeping precum into his boxers. Not only had one of the sexiest girls he had ever seen just pissed herself in front of him but she was going to sit in her wet clothes next to him for another hour or so at least! The fact it was poetic justice for his best friend was the cherry on top. “Can you let me out Harry? I want to run to the bathroom,” Calvin asked. “Sure dude,” Harry responded, climbing out of the car to let him out. As Calvin speed walked to the restrooms, he dimly heard Mrs. Johnson say, “see how the big kid lets people know beforehand he has to go so he doesn’t have an accident,”. Hearing the phrase only spurred him on more. The minute he got to the bathroom he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He leaned back against it, quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans and then shoved his hand down his boxers to get a grip on his achingly hard member. He moaned then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid thigh with his free hand as he began jacking himself off with the other. It didn’t take long before he was orgasming so hard he saw stars, his cum splattering on the floor of the gas station bathroom. He quickly pulled back up his underwear and pants, cleaned up his mess, washed his hands, and then went back to the car as if nothing had happened. So they got back onto the road. Everyone in the car assumed that Nina’s accident was the most excitement they were going to get on this car ride. Everyone except Nina who knew that the growing discomfort in her gut only spelled bad news. “Why the hell did I drink so much coffee when we got on the road?” she thought, internally cursing her past self. Her bowels were growing angry and impatient, ready to release a load she had been carrying since yesterday. “I should have gone before we left or even at that first rest stop, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!” she thought, incredibly self conscious. The pressure was slowly mounting and Nina was seriously concerned that she may not make it to the lake house and in her current state, in clothes soaked in her own piss, she definitely didn’t want to request another bathroom break. Calvin had been sneaking glances at Nina even more since she wet herself, which meant he was rather attuned to her body language. Initially he assumed her occasional shifting was because of the discomfort of wearing wet clothing but now he was starting to suspect a different culprit. “No- there is no way I am getting this lucky in one day,” he thought in disbelief as he began to notice subtle signs that Nina may just need to take a shit. The more time wore, on the more convinced Calvin became. Nina was rocking a little bit, her hand subconsciously rubbing her gut in an attempt to soothe it, and she was clearly clenching her lower body. There was no doubt about it, Nina desperately needed to go poop. It was only a matter of whether Calvin would get lucky enough to witness Nina have another accident or not. The pain and cramping in her abdomen was getting more intense and Nina could feel her load desperately trying to escape. She began to grind her ass back into the seat for additional pressure but each grind would result in some of the piss in the towel rising to the surface again. The constant reminder that she had just had an accident was not helping at all in her struggle to avoid another. Finally her father merged off the highway onto one of the small town roads and then soon after he merged to an even smaller road surrounded by trees on either side. The paving was rough and uneven, making for an equally rough ride, and each vibration was like a dagger in her gut. Nina could feel a bit starting to peek out of her straining hole and prayed that she could hold out just a little longer. Calvin couldn’t get enough of the show. Harry had decided to save up his material for teasing his sister and was giving her a break for now. He was staring out his window, but Calvin was transfixed. Every little sign of her desperation, from her clenched fists in her lap to her constant shifting in the seat, turned him on. He thought it couldn’t get any more perfect until suddenly it did. As he was watching Nina so intently he noticed her suddenly look out the window, face burning red. When his eyes shifted lower he saw she was leaned so her weight was resting on her window side hip and her ass was lifted off the seat. To the inattentive it may seem like she was simply leaning closer to the window but Calvin knew better. “No way. No way!” Calvin thought excitedly. Sure enough, a brown bulge was beginning to form in the back of Nina’s leggings. Nina could not believe it. Peeing herself had been bad enough but this was a whole new low. It felt like an out of body experience, like she was watching from above as she shifted her weight and felt log after log of shit force its way past her tired asshole and into her nice white panties. The flimsy things of course could hardly contain the massive mess Nina was filling them with so it didn’t take long for her shit to snake into the leggings themselves, staining the material brown and forming a bulge there. Harry recognized one of the landmarks outside his window and excitedly turned to announce “we’re only five minutes away now!” He stopped though when he saw Calvin’s expression. He then followed Calvin’s gaze to Nina, who was still shitting herself, and muttered a quiet “oh my god,” then, as he recovered from the shock announced far louder “Oh my god Nina is shitting herself!” Her parents were in disbelief. There was no way their college bound daughter was shitting herself in the backseat. So Mr. Johnson quickly pulled over, threw the car in neutral, and then he and his wife both turned around to see for themselves. Sure enough, Nina hadn’t quite finished yet and so they, as well as the rest of the car’s occupants, watched as the stain and bulge continued to grow for another couple minutes. When Nina finally stopped the car went silent. “Nina sit down,” her father finally said quietly. “But Dad...” she started, “I said sit down!” he interrupted her. She whimpered and nodded. She took a minute to gather herself and then obediently sat back down, wincing as doing so squished the mess against her and caused the stain to spread further. The rest of the ride was quiet as Nina stewed in her embarrassment, Harry texted his other friends about what had happened, their parents fumed and wondered how to deal with their daughter, and Calvin tried to will down his near painful erection. When they finally arrived at the house, the whole group climbed out of the car. While everyone else stretched their limbs, Nina fidgeted nervously, not quite knowing what to do until her parents unlocked the door to the house. Her father walked to the door and unlocked it then turned back to her. “Go get cleaned up,” he sighed. She nodded and scampered into the house. Calvin stared at her leggings, inspecting the damage as she went. The entire butt area of her white leggings were stained brown and the piss stains were a wide arc covering most of her thighs as well. “I can’t believe this! I am going to make sure she never forgets this!” Harry said triumphantly, clapping Calvin on the shoulder. “I certainly won’t forget,” Calvin thought, already thinking of how this would fit into his next masturbation session even as his friend walked with him into the house.

Hey guys, I know it's not as popular as it once used to be on this website, but thought I'd start a topic for people to share scenes in movies with pooping/messing. I'll start with a few: The Green Inferno: a girl is trapped in a cage and forced to poop in front of the other captives; nothing is shown but the sounds are quite loud. Tart: a girl poops in a bucket at a fancy party and gives it to the host as revenge Marquise (starts at around 1:17): movie about a 17th century performer; at the very beginning, several actresses are desperate to poop/pee and are taken to an outhouse where they relieve themselves I'll keep updating with more as I think of them, would love to keep the list going!

Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.

So i found out recently this place had a discord and have been enjoying watching, talking ,and finally got brave enough to do my own hold. It was really fun the server joins in with you and cheers or teases ya on. I had over 3 liters and held just over 3 hours. Thought you all might enjoy it here too! So got home from work today and just really felt like relaxing. So sat back on the toilet and well.. the rest is history. (Warning one is also messing)

I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!

View File Poo accident scene from Kom Payabaht This cute scene comes from the Thai TV show "Kom Payabaht". A gorgeous girl in a sexy student uniform is bursting to poo and goes into a store to use the toilet. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for us, a woman goes into the toilet in front of her, leaving her desperately banging on the door until she loses control and goes in her skirt. Her friend then laughs at her, and she squeals in distress. It's nothing graphic, but very sexy nonetheless.  Submitter Male Submitted 08/21/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt