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  1. [Male] Night Walk

    View File Night Walk So it took me about an hour to get to this point. I start losing control in spurts, which is hard to catch on camera (and the loose jeans don't help!). Near the end it's too much to control, but it feels like I went from a 9 to a 5, but when I unclench my legs I quickly realize that I lost control, and only my legs were holding the pee in. After that I take a seat and let it go. When I asked her where the bathrooms were I already knew I wouldn't be able to make it back to them (I came out of the bathrooms), so I decided to leave instead of peeing on their floor. Any advice or criticism is welcome, and I will do requests as long as they aren't too crazy. Submitter Ashen Scout Submitted 11/15/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Jeans  
  2. Night Walk

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    So it took me about an hour to get to this point. I start losing control in spurts, which is hard to catch on camera (and the loose jeans don't help!). Near the end it's too much to control, but it feels like I went from a 9 to a 5, but when I unclench my legs I quickly realize that I lost control, and only my legs were holding the pee in. After that I take a seat and let it go. When I asked her where the bathrooms were I already knew I wouldn't be able to make it back to them (I came out of the bathrooms), so I decided to leave instead of peeing on their floor. Any advice or criticism is welcome, and I will do requests as long as they aren't too crazy.

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  3. The Morning Wood Conundrum

    Every guy knows the struggle. You awaken in the morning, bursting to pee, but the man downstairs is rock solid. Guys, have you found any creative solutions for this? I generally just pee in the shower now to sidestep any issues, but a few years back, I devised and tested something a bit more exciting. It was late at night. I'd been reading/watching a lot of omo stuff, so naturally, pee and erections were in the forefront of my mind. I then considered how challenging it is to relieve oneself in the morning as a male if morning wood has struck. Obviously, aiming downward isn't an option and most of us unfortunately lack access to urinals in the comfort of our homes, so I wondered: Would it be feasible for me to aim my penis upward, arc my stream of pee, and land it in the toilet? I figured it'd be worth a shot (pun absolutely intended), so I downed a ton of water and waited. Shortly after, the urge hit and I was almost ready. I stiffened myself up and, not feeling a particularly strong desire to flood my bathroom floor, decided to attempt my new idea in the shower. Initially, I just wanted to see how much spread there was in my pee stream under such conditions. I stripped naked, stood at the edge of my shower, penis in hand, and let loose, a strong stream of pee jetting upward, arcing gently, and pattering onto the floor of the shower. The spread seemed to be within reasonable parameters, so I advanced my challenge. I grabbed a disposable cup and put it onto the floor of the shower. After drinking significantly more water, waiting for the urge to hit, and hardening myself up again, I returned and attempted to score as much of my pee as possible into the cup. The results were satisfactory, my aim generating a satisfying tinkle of urine into the cup, with a relatively small amount falling outside the target zone. I wanted to ensure I could aim reasonably well, so I repeated this test a couple of times, placing the cup into different locations each time. Finally, I was ready for the real proof-of-concept. I stood just before my toilet, hardware in hand, pointed at the heavens, and let loose. As practiced, a burst of clear pee shot out of the tip of my erect penis, arced before me at about chest height, and splashed noisily into the toilet below. I was thrilled with myself, but the most challenging part was yet to come. I learned, during my attempts in the shower, that as the stream dissipates, it's difficult to keep the stream on-target. Finally, as my bladder was nearly depleted, I cut off the stream abruptly, quickly turned around, sat down, and was able to aim down enough to score the rest into the toilet because my penis had softened just enough during the expulsion of my urine. I was pretty excited my proof-of-concept worked and congratulated myself profusely, attempting the feat a few more times, though I don't recall if I've ever actually used it under the context of morning wood. It's a lot more practical to relieve one's self during the morning shower, but this made for some late-night fun and an entertaining story. Any other guys ever try something similar or come up with another solution to the age-old predicament?
  4. female Country road

    So my current living situation gives me my own room which as a wetting enthusiast I have done several times. But tonight I went outside to wet on the steps or beside the house like usual but the dimly lit surrounding because the moon has not risen yet gave me a shield to the neighbors. I wanted to be daring. Well this isn't really daring considering the low light but was an amazing thing for me. I decided to walk the length of the driveway which was dark and long and only made it to the road by luck. And that's the fun part. Living in the country not many cars pass by. So my thoughts were to sit in the middle of the road and pee myself. I'm usually a pee shy person and have to be bursting to wet in the open but tonight was dark all around. I easily just sat down legs spread and peed my shorts. Right in the middle of a country road. Just enough lite from the stars to see the wet outline running towards the edge of the road. This was an awesome experience for me.
  5. So, I recently got a new mattress for my bed, which is truly fantastic. What has been happening lately is that I have been able to remember my dreams, which on the old mattress I hadn't been able to for quite some time. So last night I started dreaming and the part I remember is of me peeing. In the dream I was sitting down and watching as the pee came out and hit the toilet water. At the same time, I started to feel something in my groin area and began to wake up. I felt down there and it was wet! I got up and finished my peeing in the toilet in my half-awake state. I looked down at my boxer briefs and they were dark on the front and right side (they're grey in color), so I pissed a bit, but not all. When I went back to the bed, I checked and the sheets were a little bit wet, but not too much, which surprised me. I put a towel down and got back in bed and fell back to sleep, too. I think this is the second or third time that I've had this happen as an adult. It's pleasurable, but I'm so sleepy when it's happening that I can't say I enjoy it to the full degree I could if I weren't sleepy. I also don't freak out about it anymore, which is nice. Thought I'd share is all - hope everyone has a great day!
  6. Female Soaking Myself

    Well, this is something I decided to try out last night. It didn't work as well as I expected, but it was still very fun! It was about 10 PM, and I was laying down in bed. My bladder was bursting, and I sure as heck didn't want to get up. Then, an idea popped into my head. Beside my bed, there was a trash bag. No idea why it was there. I grabbed it, causing more liquid to slosh around in my bladder. I set it underneath me and threw all my covers aside so I would not get pee on them. Then I let go. The golden liquid filled the trash bag in an instant and it began to flood out onto my bed. I was peeing for a solid 45 seconds, and then I stopped. I lay there for a few minutes, sitting in my own warm pee, and I just relaxed. The peeing feeling was amazing. So yeah, I had to wash my sheets after that and the trash bag was hard to discard, but I'll say it was worth it..
  7. I just have to put to words what I happened to experience just a couple of weekends ago. It was a friday night at closing time, which is 2 AM here, in one of the larger bars in this town. Everyone was leaving, including a group of 20-something girls who had been sitting at a table in the middle of the main room. One of the girls exclaimed to the others that she "had to go to the bathroom before leaving" which of course made for my cue of attention. She had light brown hair and wore a white shirt and very tight beige pants which only added to my brief excitement over the prospect of her needing a toilet. She wasn't really yielding any obvious signs of being desperate although she was standing with her legs together and sort of anxiously curtsied slightly as she waited for the other girls to gather their belongings. She held her jacket wrapped over one arm while the other hung down her side with her fist clenched. As everyone in the group were ready for leaving a security guard approached and ushered them to leave as the place was by now closed down for the night. The girl asked "Can I please use the toilet first?" but the guard replied that the bathrooms were locked up and that everyone had to leave. She put on a worried face and sort of squeexed one leg over the other and pleaded "Please, I really need to go. I will be quick, please!". I thought he would fall for her plea and make an exception but to my astonishment (and her disappointment) he didn't budge, again referring to rules and regulations. The girl sighed and bit her lip and the group headed for the exit. I carefully watched her from behind in her tight light-coloured pants and imagined how obvious it would be if she had even the slightest accident. This could be interesting, I thought. Well outside the bar, quite a lot of people gathered round, waiting for taxis, talking to friends and fishing for after-parties as is the usual custom here upnorth. I myself stood half-talking to a couple of friends while watching the group of girls standing and discussing where to head next. The desperate girl had now put on her jacket although leaving it open at the front. She stood with her arms folded and legs crossed doing small curtseys while apparently trying to persuade the others to find a toilet before anything else. The group started walking away and it looked as if they were intending to head toward a nearby club across the street, but several members of the group lagged behind, one of who was fooling around with her mobile phone shouting to the others to wait up. The desperate girl stood on the sidewalk looking very impatient and rubbed her legs against each other while trying to usher the others to hurry up. After a couple of minutes the girls seemingly changed their minds and headed back toward the area outside the bar and gathered round for yet another while. The desperade girl approached the entrance by which a couple of security guards were standing. I heard her asking one ot the guards to let her in so she could use the toilet, but he persisted that the place was closed and that he couldn't do that. "Please, it's really an emergency, I really really have to go! Couldn't you make an exception, please?" she pleaded while bobbing up and down holding her legs tightly together. The guard sympathetically told her once again that it'd be against the rules and that he simply couldn't let her in. By now she had a worried look on her face, clearly concerned about her situation. She rejoined the girls who by now seemed to had made up their minds of where to go. The group split up and two of the other girls joined the desperate girl in heading for one of the main bus stops nearby. It was a few hundred meters away and they walked towards it. I had just told my friends that I would get on home by myself for the night and started following the girls from a distance, acting casual as if my own concern was only to get home. On the way to the bus stop there is another smaller pub just across the street and I noticed that the desperate girl had slowed the other two down in order to negotiate what appeared to be a quick popping into said pub (for the bathroom, once again). The girls went to a halt, she fidgeted for a brief moment while talking to the others after which she walked briskly across the street toward the pub. I stalled, pretending to finger on my mobile phone while watching the girl approaching the entrance by which yet another security guard was standing. I saw her talking to him while bobbing slightly up and down and at first I noticed him shaking his head, and I thought to myself "Yes, oh yes, please don't let her in!". She seemed to cross her legs, slightly curtseying down while continuing to speak to him after which he opened the entrance door and let her in. "Damn" I thought, although I could just about make out her walking into the pub through the front window so I lingered around for a bit, still pretending to mess around with my phone. I watched her through the window and noticed that she was standing in the front end of the pub talking to someone. It went on for maybe half a minute or so and then she turned around and went out the door again. She was walking with her legs tightly together as before and with her arms stiffly down her sides with her fists clenched. She still had a worried look on her face and had obviously no been allowed to use the toilet at the pub either. My hopes once again started to rise. The three girls started walking toward the bus stop and I carefully followed, watching the desperate girl fidgeting while carefully keeping her legs together. I thought I overheard her saying something like that they had closed down the bathrooms in the pub and that she was really desperate. After a couple of minutes they reached the bus stop and I pretended to be waiting for the bus as well (I actually live quite nearby the inner city and could easily walk home, but as for now I actually considered taking the bus to wherever if it meant I could keep within the presence of the desperate girl, just to see what would happen. I mean, people are obviously paying for desperation videos online so consider this a live show then!). The girls stood by the shelter and looked at the display on which it said that the next bus to depart was about 12 minutes away. They hung around the bus stop with the desperate girl standing with her arms folded while rubbing her thighs against each other. She had a really anxious look on her face by now and was looking around the area while occasionally taking a few small steps in various directions with her legs slightly crossed. A few minutes went by and she suddenly crossed her legs tight while bending down slightly after which she resumed her thigh rubbing. She repeated the movement a couple more times after which she approaced the other girls, saying that she would head for the public toilets on a nearby square. She walked quickly with small steps trying to keep her legs as tightly together as possible with her arms and hands stiffly held down her sides, heading around the corner of the bus stop pavement, across the square towards the public toilets on the other side. I discreetly moved on the pavement so that I could retain a good look of her desperately walking to the toilets, hoping by god that they were out of order or something. She reached for the doors on the side of the small toilet building but it appeared to be locked. She went around the corner of the building but almost immediately came back around the front, once again trying the front doors. She looked up and around the building, by now reaching for her crotch with her hands while slightly bending down with her legs together. She appeared very frustrated and started heading back across the square toward the bus stop. Again she was walking with her legs semi-crossed with clenched fists at her side. As she started getting close to where I was I noticed that her eyes were glistening with tears and that she looked just about to cry. She rejoined her friends, complaining anxiously about the toilets being locked and openly started holding herself between her half-crossed legs, squirming around on the spot. The next bus, which also appeared to be the one they were intending to catch, was only a few minutes away and I thought I heard one of the other girls arguing that it was the last one for the night and that they had to catch it. The desperate girl walked around the bus stop area with crossed legs, occasionally bending down and looked around, seemingly for a spot to relieve herself before the bus came. I was so excited by now and actually considered getting on that very bus, knowing that she would be trapped for a considerable amount of time, maybe enough for her to exceed her capacity and soak herself on the bus before her destination. But just after a couple of minutes, she turned to her friends and desperately urged them to come with her back to the pub area in order to try some restrooms located at the end of an alleyway. She must have been beyond desperation by now, suggesting that she couldn't even endure a brief busride before having an accident. The other two girls obviously weren't very keen on the idea of potentially missing the bus, but they eventually agreed, seeing their desperate friend being on the very brink of wetting herself in a very public setting. The three of them walked rather briskly back toward the pub streets, the desperate girl walking with even more tightly crossed legs. I discreetely followed, trying to act as if my plans had changed and that I was to meet up with someone in the inner city. They went down one of the alleyways leading down to a set of public restrooms. I noticed the desperate girl hobbling along with her legs in a knot and suddenly stopping halfway through the alleyway, shouting to the others "Oh god! Oh no!", while bending down with her legs pressed together. I slowed down in order not to get past her and noticed her tight beige pants stretching around her ass as she bent down. It looked so damn sexy and I so wanted her to piss herself through them right there. She regained control and started hobbling forward while twisting her legs together by each step while holding her hands in her crotch. She pleaded to her friends that she was about to have an accident and that they had to find a bathroom FAST. She made it maybe another ten meters and once again bent down, squealing in panic but this time I saw a wet patch appearing on her pants and a couple of small streams mad their way through the fabric and onto the street. I heard her starting to cry and immediately crossed her legs hard, trying to take a few steps forward without untying the knot, and then stopped again, twisting her legs hard as the patch grew down between her legs. I actually heard a faint hiss as yet another stream of piss squirted through the thin stretched fabric onto the ground and the bottom of her bent legs. She was in panic and her friends had noticed her dire situation by now. They ushered her to hurry up as they were only a few tens of meters away from the restrooms. One of her friends immediately approached one of the doors in order to let her desperate friend in before she humiliated herself totally, but the door was locked, as was the adjacent one. They were obviously coin-operated and the desperate girl continued to hobble forward with knotted legs as she struggled to not let anymore pee escape. She ended up behind her friend in front of the door, searching her purse for a coin, but then it was over. The desperate girl reached for one of the doors, tugging at it while sobbing "Oh no, come on, oh god, oh god!!". Then she crossed her legs harder than ever before and bent down with her hands buried in her crotch as piss simply exploded out of her. Her tight thin pants became totally soaked as it ran down her legs as well as streaming right through the material, splashing in every direction around her. She cried her eyes out, standing in her bent down position as it poured out of her into her pants and onto the ground in a giant puddle. She pissed for over a minute before it was over and was totally devastated. Some nearby people had gathered around witnessing the poor girl's accident, whispering and pointing. Her other friend watched in disbelief with her hands over her mouth, obviously shocked at the scene. After the whole event, both her friends seemed to discuss calling for a cab as one of her friends took up her phone and the both of them tried to shield their soaked friend from view. She leant against the building wall sobbing with her tight beige pants completely drenched and they all hung around, seemingly waiting for a cab or maybe an acquaintance to come and pick them up. Having gotten my fill, I decided to head home as originally planned, albeit with quite an experience richer.
  8. Chapter Two: Night 1 Sophia stepped back in to the apartment and Shannon followed. It was a nice place. It was painted white, with pictures hanging on the walls. Welcome, Sophia said You have nice place Shannon said. Thank you, do you want anything to drink or eat? Sure, do you have any water? I do, I’ll go get you a bottle. Sophia came back, one big bottle for Shannon, and one for herself. They sat down, and both immediately downed their water. It’s late Sophia said, we should get some sleep and talk in the morning. I agree, where do I sleep for tonight? Shannon asked. You can sleep with me for the first night Sophia said. Okay Shannon replied. They both soon found themselves in Sophia’s bed, and everything was perfect, except one thing, neither of them had peed, and had drank a lot. The next morning Shannon awoke in a big puddle in Sophia’s bed. Oh no, she thought, I wet the bed! Shannon felt her jeans, they were soaking wet, she felt around her in the bed, soaking wet as well. She felt next to Shannon, and then noticed something, something very strange. Shannon was wearing a diaper. A diaper. Shannon felt the butt of Sophia’s diaper, it was wet, no, more soaked than Shannon’s pants. Shannon tapped Sophia on the shoulder, who woke up in an instant. Sophia, I wet the bed Shannon shamefully admitted. I had a feeling you would Sophia replied. And you are wearing a diaper, and it’s soaked! Shannon exclaimed. I know that too, I always wear a diaper, I am a bed wetter. You are? Yep, since I was a kid, now, let’s get up and get you changed Sophia said. Sophia got out of bed and rubbed her crotch through her diaper. Come with me Sophia said to Shannon. Shannon followed behind her. Sophia went to a closet and pulled out a package of diapers. It looks like we have around the same waist, I’ll get you the same one I do Sophia said, now follow me. Sophia laid Shannon down on the couch. Sophia, what are you doing? Shannon asked nervously. I’m changing you she replied, pulling down Shannon’s jeans and underwear. Stop! Shannon exclaimed, kicking at Sophia, but it was no use, Sophia was very strong and Shannon could not move. Sophia took out a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on Shannon’s damp pussy, she put a diaper on Shannon and put on the straps. The diaper was covered with colorful art, and it looked like a toddler’s diaper, except big enough to fit Shannon or Sophia. What the hell did you do! Shannon yelled. Alright, admit you like them Sophia replied. Shannon stopped, I don’t like them! She exclaimed. Are you sure? Sophia asked, with a persuading tone in her voice. It was sort of a lie, Shannon actually did like the diapers, how soft they were, the design, oh, and the way they crinkled. Shannon had to admit, she liked it, and it, was hot. I actually do kind of like them, Shannon said, trying to decide whether or not she liked them. It was strange, they were diapers, weren't they? Babies wore diapers, and incontinent people. She felt like a kid wearing them. The bulkiness, the way they cradled her, all brought her back to when she was a child, her period of incontenince. It was almost a feeling of nostalgia, not almost, it was! By God it was! It was just like her childhood . She remembered it well, until she was 13, she wore diapers. She was like Sophia, she was a bed wetter, but she was not nearly as old as Sophia, being 25, when she wet the bed. There it all was, the nights of waking up and losing it right before she could pull the God damned diapers down, right in front of the toilst. The nights that seemed endless of her mother saying, "Don't worry Shannon, we get past this together the next night", and the next night, and the next night, and the next night. All the awkward times of her mother going in to the other room with her friends parents at sleepovers, the other parent being told Shannon was a bed wetter and she wore diapers and it was not to worry, but sometimes she still got kicked out, her friends wondering what her parents were talking about, and then the friend going to her mother and coming back knowing the news, sometimes discusted. Yes, that was it, yes. Now, you wearing a diaper, so why don't we see how much you can fill that diaper up said Sophia. Sophia, I don't think I want to wet it, I don't want to go back to those days. What she had said immediately caught her eye, and Shannon saw her eyebrows raise in suspicion. Now, tell me, what exactly are "those days"? Sophia raised her fingers as air quotes. Well, I guess I'll tell you, it'd not exactly like I can really keep this from you Shannon began. As a kid, up until I was 13, I was a full on bed wetter and wore diapers and a mattress protector to sleep, every night. I was taken to therapy, the school guidance counselor, everything, most of my friends thought I was crazy. And one day, it finally stopped, one day, I just didn't wet the bet, my mother was astounded, she even gave me some water to drink, about a glass and a half to see if see shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, and surely enough, the urge hit me in my sleep, and I got up. Well then, I guess we'll be filling up that diaper then Sophia said, walking to the kitchen, Shannon followed. Sophia took out a glass of water and filled it. Sophia, I don't want to, Shannon whined. Drink Sophia said, putting her on her knees . Soph- Sophia put the glass to her lips and forced her to down the full glass of water. Sophia had just dominated her, and she liked it. Good, now, I'm going to refill the glass and you'll drink until I say you've had enough Sophia muttered, now, go in to the guest room, the room next to mine, and lay down, I assume you'll know what to lay in. Okay Shannon began, Okay master. Shannon had just said master, without being told, she really did like what was going on, didn't she. Shannon walked in to guest room and was astounded by what she saw. The room was decorated as a baby's nursey, Disney characters on the wall, a big crib made to fit an adult lay at the wall. Shannon walked over to it and climbed in. The interior was soft and was crampt. Shannon lied down, she felt nice in the crib. She stood up again, noticing a binkie on a table next to the crib, she assumed it was for her and she took it, placing it in her mouth, and laying back down. Sophia came in a minute later, I see you have already grown accustomed to your new style of living. Sophia took the binkie out of Shannon's mouth and gave her the water, this time in a bottle with a nipple on it. Shannon sucked the water down and felt the first one hit her bladder, and Shannon knew the second would soon be on it's way. A few moments later Sophia came back with a third and then a fourth. Shannon felt full and all the water had made its way to her bladder a few minutes later. Shannon started to cross her legs, and then she transferred her hands from her binkie to her bladder. With not much room to move around, she found it increasingly harder to hold it, but with her hands, she was still managing. Sophia came in and put a bag type thing around her hands, allowing her to move them, but with the fact she could not grab anything with her hands, it was useless. Shannon soon felt the urge to poop, and a strong one come on, Sophia had probably laced her water with Laxative powder Shannon thought. Shannon's bladder was completely full. She crossed and uncrowded her legs, trying to hold it back with all force, including her poop which was now trying to escape by all means nesecarry. Shannon's bladder felt like it was going to explode. Shannon rolled around and started to spurt in to her diaper. Those spurts became longer and longer until she lost all control, including her poop. Four glasses worth of water and a day or two worth of poop came jetting out, liquidy. She soaked her diaper and felt wet, liquidy, poop covering her butt. Sophia soon returned. D Did someone have an accident, ooh, and what's this, it looks like someone messed her diaper too. Sophia came to Shannon and pulled back her diaper, immediately seeing a naughty someone had a huge brown and yellow mess in their diaper. You can't stay like that forever, and neither can I, let's get you a bath, you're too big for the sink, so I guess we'll wash together.
  9. please tell me someone has this video, i've been trying to find it forever and it always seems to be deleted. thanks!
  10. So today was the second to last day of the holidays in New Zealand. My mum is sick with a flu and went to bed early giving me the night to myself. So as I was sitting down playing League of Legends as usual. I didn't feel like I needed to pee so I kept on gaming. When the game finished A thought poped into my head. I didn't need to pee so I tried to push some out. To my surprise I started peeing. Stopping myself quickly I looked at the small wet patch on my crotch. It made me very arroused. So I thought to myself "whats the worst that could happen?" So I let some more go, Then more, Then more. Finally I had to stop or it would soak my desk chair. I couldn't hold it and i fully soaked my jeans. Admiring my work I took off my jeans and put them in the washing basket. Now im sitting on a chair in clean underwear waiting for more to come and thinking about how im going to wash my jeans without mum knowing (Advice please) But it was a very fun experience and I cant wait till I do it again! Soz no pics im trying to get them :(
  11. Leah's night out. This is the third story featuring Leah, following on from the kind words of posters who replied to my previous writings here. Thank-you to all of them, and to pguy69 for planting an idea which goes into the story. I'm very new to writing things, but I just tend to sit down and find a story falls together in my head. Here is my third one, in which Leah goes out for the evening and – well – you'll have to read for the rest :)! I hope that people enjoy it. Leah had been away at university for just over a month now, having finally left home following a gap year. She'd been brought up in a decidedly middle-class family as the only child of her parents, an insurance manager and a teacher, in the suburbs of London. She'd been an academic success and got top grades in her 'A' levels, before spending time travelling the world and latterly working to earn money. Her parents were very nervous about her moving away to uni – it would be an entirely new experience for her, and she was secretly a bit nervous herself. She hadn't gone too far, though – the city she'd moved to was only an hour and a half away from home on the intercity train, so it was easy if she fancied going home for a few days. As well as her academic prowess, she was undoubtably a beautiful young lady. Her curly brown hair had many guys hanging onto her every word – she had freckles, brown eyes, relatively slim and, at 32B, not top heavy, but still just curvy enough. She'd had a boyfriend before, and had been on dates, but was quite reserved and still relatively innocent. Her parents had been keen to stress the importance of studying hard whilst she was at uni, and Leah didn't intend on letting them down. However, it was equally a big thing to move to a new city, with new people, and Leah found herself going out more frequently. She wasn't a big drinker – she didn't see the point in getting so drunk you couldn't remember anything, but she enjoyed being a bit tipsy. It gave her the confidence to speak to some of the attractive guys she'd otherwise shy away from! Fortunately, the university administration managed to organise like-minded people together when allocating halls spaces. Although most teenagers liked the prospect of a 24-hour party in their halls, Leah was equally as excited as a long liein and a good night's rest. The halls were divided into flats, which had a kitchen, two bathrooms, and six bedrooms. The girls in Leah's flat were all quite decent and she got on with them – but she could get on with about anyone, such was her natural charm and good nature. She definitely missed her friends from home, but often caught up at weekends and online. Halfway through term was reading week – a chance for everybody to catch up on their set books and assignments. As a studious person, Leah was already doing quite well and could afford to relax a little. She was suffering from a bad cold which she'd been shaking off, and had spent most of the week lounging around the flat in her pyjamas. So, when Natalie, one of the other girls, suggested a night out, she was enthusiastic. It was agreed that they'd go out that Friday night. Friday came around and Leah went out in the morning to hand in an assignment and pick up some shopping. As it was a routine day, she donned her jogging bottoms and a hoodie over the top of her plain white knickers and bra. Even in these she looked pretty, although as she looked in the mirror she saw a visible knicker line, which was never good news. Still, if she tugged the hoodie down it was out of sight. She headed over to the lecturer's office and handed the assignment in and then went around the supermarket. As she went through the checkout she realised she needed a wee – with the cold she'd had she'd been drinking lots of water. However, she didn't like the idea of leaving all her shopping on the floor of the Ladies. She held out through the bus ride home and until she got home but, as soon a she'd packed the shopping away, she headed to the toilet. She sat down heavily and then sighed as she let loose a well-needed wee. She looked down at her plain white knickers, and realised she ought to change them before she went out. Although she had no intentions of anybody seeing them, she took pride in wearing pretty underwear most of the time! It made her feel more womanly and attractive – even when she was sitting on the toilet! She sat deep in thought on the toilet whilst attending to both needs, and when she was done hopped in the shower. She was yet to get used to having to share a shower and toilet – sod's law dictated that everybody wanted to use it at the same time. There had been a few crossed legs amongst the girls, especially in the mornings. She'd been a bit cautious about moving away from her home comforts, but the halls were quite modern, having been refurbished lately. In any case, professional cleaners came in every day, so the bathrooms usually smelled clean thanks to their efforts with the bleach. Late afternoon came around and Leah started to get ready for her night out. She put on a black bodycon dress that showed off her figure perfectly, with dark pink lace knickers underneath, and a red lace bra. As it was starting to get cold in the evenings, she wore black tights too. The girls were going to meet up and leave the flat about 7pm, starting at the student union and then going into town. Leah took her bag, but secreted £20 in her bra – one of the other girls had had her bag and phone stolen a while ago and was left with no money to get back home. Although she didn't intend on getting wildly drunk, she liked the idea of some tipsy dancing. The girls met up just after 7 and they left for the union bar which was predictably busy for a Friday night. Leah ordered a vodka and coke and sat chatting with the other girls and some friends from her course. After a while they started to get ready to leave for town, and Leah made a point of visiting the ladies to make sure she was entirely empty first. As they got on the bus, it transpired that her flatmate Jessica wasn't so sensible. “Aw, I should have gone toilet before I left, I need a wee now!”. Leah remembered earlier in the year when she'd endured a long, painful bus ride at the end of a busy day with a full bladder, and sympathised with Jessica. She was a very intelligent and pretty strawberry blonde with a skinny figure, but a bit lacking in common sense sometimes. She had a t-shirt dress and leggings on, which hung off her, but gave a glimpse as to her slim figure underneath. Leah started talking to her to keep her mind off things, although she wasn't the only one - Aofie, who was a curvy and pretty Irish girl, wearing a grey dress, said she was bursting. Natalie was in a sense the ringleader of the girls – she was a practical, down-to-earth girl – quite like Leah as a matter of fact, only more assertive, something that, being the oldest of 4 siblings, had come naturally. The bus arrived in town a little while later and both Jessica and Aofie looked quite pained. Natalie matter-of-factly lead everyone to a chain pub where her and Leah went to the bar, whilst the others ran down the stairs to the toilets. The bar area was busy and it took a long time to get served, although it wasn't an issue because the others were a long time coming back from the toilets. “Jesus christ the queue down there is horrible!” grumbled Aofie. The girls found a table in the corner and sat down, Leah drinking another vodka and coke. Aofie, who was quite talkative, was revelling in a tale of her boyfriend, who lived in Ireland still but came over to visit frequently. The conversation turned to boys and relationships, which always made Leah feel self-conscious – she'd been used to guys checking her out, but was usually too shy to say anything and if anybody complimented her she'd go bright red and not know what to say. She was still quite innocent – which, by the sounds of it, is more than could be said for Aofie. The others were sharing all sorts of things, and she wasn't too keen on revealing her total lack of experience – luckily her bladder provided a good enough excuse. “Better go early on if there's going to be queue!” she thought to herself. Natalie said she needed the loo too, so they went together. They went downstairs into the basement where the toilets were situated and sure enough, there was a queue for the 3 cubicles. As Leah waited she could see several of the girls in front of her were obviously in need of relief quite badly – several were stepping from foot to foot or crossing their legs. She didn't need to go that badly, although Natalie, who was behind her, was crossing her legs. A cubicle opened and Leah stepped inside. It was a pretty disgusting toilet, with wee all over the seat and on the floor. She was surprised how a girl had managed that. Nontheless, she needed to go, so she lifted her tight dress up, puller her tights and knickers to her ankles, and using the toilet roll holder as a support she hovered over the toilet, letting loose a stream of wee. She could hear the person next to her flushing and leaving, and Natalie taking her place. She saw, under the cubicle, Natalie's skin-tight jeans and black thong appear at her ankles and heard the release a ferociously strong stream. Leah had finished and managed to wipe herself and get dressed again without touching the disgusting surfaces. The girls left the toilets at similar times, washed their hands and went back upstairs. By the time they got back to the table the others were keen on going to another place which had a promotion on – Aofie had been chatting up a promotions guy and had some free tickets. Although Leah was quite happy with where they were, people fancied a change so she went along with them. They left the pub and walked down back to the main high street and then along to the new club next to the markets. By this time it was about 11pm, and Leah was glad she'd put tights on – poor Jessica was complaining bitterly that it was too cold for her. There was a queue to get in the club, which was packed out what with it being promotions night. They found a space at the bar and eventually managed to buy drinks, which they took to the edge of the dancefloor. Leah got through her beer quite quickly and was determined that she shouldn't drink any more – she didn't want to get too drunk. Although it was very busy she was enjoying the music and the good company. Aofie was flirting with another guy, as she often did, and Leah joined the others dancing with some friends. She ended up dancing with a guy she quite liked the look of, and when the song finished he took her to one side and asked if she'd like a drink. Not wanting to sound impolite, she accepted another vodka and coke, and spent a while chatting to this guy. As well as being good looking he seemed a decent type of guy – not a stuck-up arrogant arse, which she felt was an instant turn-off. Leah felt the familiar feeling of her bladder filling up, but she didn't want to leave this guy, so she stayed where she was. Her bladder was quite strong, anyway, and it took a lot to make her desperate – although it wasn't used to so much alcohol. He bought her another vodka and coke and she was getting a little bit drunk by this point. Leah felt that she needed to excuse herself sooner or later, as her bladder was now quite sore – but things were cut short as Natalie came over and said they'd have to leave now, or else they'd miss the last bus back to campus – and being students nobody wanted to pay for a taxi! Leah swapped numbers with Mark, the guy she'd met, and hugged him goodbye for now – although she felt a little uncomfortable as her bladder was compressed. She wanted to visit the toilets before they left, as she was quite desperate and could feel an intense pain in her stomach, but Natalie hurried everybody along. Leah left the club with the others but was now in quite bad need of a toilet, having not been since earlier and having had three drinks in the last place. She was a bit drunk and getting a little clumsy, too. They passed a McDonalds' on the way to the bus stop, and she said she was going to go in there for the toilet. Jessica said she'd come along too, as she needed to go quite badly. They went inside but with no success – toilets were strictly for the use of customers, madam, company policy. They rejoined the others and Jessica voiced some discontent. “Look, I'm really bursting for the loo. I'm going to go back to the club and go there, I really can't wait any longer”. Natalie was concerned - “Jess, the last bus leaves in 5 minutes, how will you get home? It's only 20 minutes, surely you can hold on?”. Leah wasn't sure what she should do – she'd had a couple of near misses and really didn't want to sit on a long bus ride with an achingly full bladder. At this point she remembered the £20 note she'd kept in her bra - “It's ok, I've got some cash. Me and Jess can go back to the club, and you guys catch the bus. This seemed to suit everybody so Aofie and Natalie stayed at the stop, whilst Leah and Jess headed back to the club. Although it was gone midnight by this point, there was still an enormous queue to get in. “You'll need to join the queue” said a bouncer, “It's about half an hour long at the moment”. “Half an hour!” whimpered Jess “I can't wait half an hour!” The bouncer looked quizzical, so Leah explained. “We've just come out but we realised we need the toilet, can we please please just come back in, have a wee, then go?” “Can't do that love, look, there are people waiting here too. I'm sure they need the toilet and all. No, sorry, if I let one person in, I have to let everybody in. Rules is rules.”. Leah was usually a reserved, shy girl but on this occasion, with this much alcohol in her, she had no hesitation in making an allegation as to the bouncer's parentage. Her and Jess headed off down the street. “Leah, what are we going to do?” said Jess, who was never one for rational thought at the best of times. “I really need to pee, I really need to pee now!”. Leah thought to herself, although her thoughts were affected by the alcohol. “I think we'll have to find somewhere to squat, unless you want to queue?”. She knew that, although Jess was vocal about it, she wasn't far behind. They stopped at the end of the road and Jess was fidgeting. Leah was trying to think but at the same time crossing her legs. A decision was needed and another twinge from her bladder hurried her along. “Right, I've got it. Let's go down here and turn left, there's an alleyway around the back of the shops. We can go there”. Jess didn't look like she cared for modesty or decorum right now, and she was in quite a state. Her right hand was pulling up her leggings so the fabric kept on tight around her crotch. Leah hadn't quite reached that stage yet, but she wasn't far behind. They turned left into the alleyway behind the shops and bars. It was a pretty nasty place – a cobbled alleyway, with dustbins and parked cars, and assorted bits and bobs. Although she was quite drunk, Leah was definitely in charge of the situation, and she lead Jess halfway down the alleyway where there were two large bins parked with a gap between them, up against a wall. “Right, can you go there? It's not perfect but there's a bit of privacy...”. She'd hardly finished talking by the time Jess had pulled her leggings and her black girl-boxers down and squatted between the bins. Leah watched as a stream arched from Jess's privates, ran across the path and into the drain by the edge. She was envious – she was desperate by this point! But it wouldn't be too long until she could get relief, too. She kept a look out in both directions, lest anybody else be approaching. Two guys entered the alleyway at the same edge that she and Jess had, and they ducked into a service doorway close to the entrance. Lucky men, with their being able to pee anywhere, thought Leah enviously. Jess's stream had died down to a close, and she sighed. “Oh my god, that was amazing. I've never needed to pee that much! Have you got anything to wipe with?” she asked. Leah searched her bag, but to no avail. “Just bob up and down a bit and pull your pants up. It's not ideal, but it'll do. Jess was insistent that Leah keep lucking, although all Leah wanted was to swap places and empty her own bladder. She eventually convinced Jess that there was no chance of a tissue, so Jess bobbed around and wiggled her bottom. She stood up, her skinny frame highlighted, and pulled up her black girl-boxers and leggings again. The girls swapped places – Leah was happy, she'd been needing to urinate for a few hours now and the alcohol definitely made her need to go far worse than normal drinks. She positioned herself, back to the wall, between the bins, and carefully pulled down her tights and her dark pink lacey knickers. She could feel her bladder start to release, and was squatting into position when Jess shouted “Quick! Stop! Put them back on!”. Leah didn't really care by now, but Jess hissed “Come on! Quickly!” so she tugged her knickers and tights back up roughly and stood up, just before she set eyes on a PC and a WPC approaching them. “Good evening ladies” said the Constable “Are you alright, around the back here?” “Oh yes, we've just been out tonight, and... and...” started Jess. “We were just on our way home” finished Leah. “I see” continued the Constable “Well, look after yourselves. We've had a lot of problems down the back here – people getting things stolen and so on. We've had a lot of complaints that partygoers were urinating in the street – I hope you didn't intend on doing the same, young lady” “Oh come on, I rrrreally need to go” blushed Leah, who was embarrassed to find a policeman talking about her weeing. She was particularly uncomfortable because her body had been about to empty itself when she was interrupted, and felt a chill down her spine. “There were two guys up there doing it, why didn't you get them?” “I didn't see anybody up that way, young lady, but can I advise that if you need the toilet, you use the facilities in the club back there”. “Oh please, just look the other way and keep on going” protested Leah, who was crossing her legs at the same time. She was totally not the sort of girl to argue with anybody in authority, especially not a police constable. She addressed the WPC “Surely you know what it's like, girls have smaller bladders than men”. The WPC was stone-faced and authoritative. “Urinating in public is an offence, which attracts an £80 on the spot fine. Unless you wish to be given one, I suggest you go back to wherever it was that got you so drunk and use their facilities. If you urinate here, madam, I shall have you down the station”. Heartless cow that she was, but that was that, really. Leah's parents would be furious if she was arrested for having a wee around the back of a nightclub at gone midnight. She shuddered from the thought – and also from the fact that she needed to wee very badly indeed. The girls started walking back the way they came, whilst the two police accompanied them to the edge. The police turned back to patrol the alleyway, leaving Leah doing a dance on the spot at the end. Jess was cool as a cucumber by now. “I'm sure there's somewhere else we could go!” she suggested. “There are plenty more alleyways in the city!”. Leah was envious – she'd let Jess go first because she was always one to think of herself last, but now she was the one who'd been stopped from having a wee, just at the last minute. She was on the verge of a total humiliating accident. The girls walked away from the main street past another row of shops, with great difficulty. Both were drunk and Leah was in urgent need of emptying her bladder. The next alleyway along had no bins and was visible all the way down. Although Leah was desperate, she wondered if the policeman would patrol that alleyway next. She didn't want to risk a fine. However, her body reminded her that she was risking having a major accident. As she stepped up onto the kerb she felt a twinge as a spot leaked out into her knickers. “Jess, I'm just going to run for it. Next alleyway, whatever's there, I'm going to have a wee” she cried. She ran awkwardly, by this time with a hand in her own crotch, into the next alleyway, where there was a skip parked right by the entrance. She concealed herself behind the skip, and threw her handbag onto the floor. She ran on the spot as if treading water, whilst she lifted her tight figure-hugging dress up and above her stomach. Another twinge signalled another escape. Still treading water, she pulled her tights down and tried to squat – noticing at the last minute her knickers hadn't come down with her tights – pulling them down just in time for her backside to swoop down and release a hissing, fierce stream between her legs onto the roadway. She was relieved beyond belief. Her problems were over. “Fuck!” said Jess. “Cover yourself up!” “I can't!” replied Leah, who was emptying her bladder at an impressive rate. Her mind filled with what she'd say to her parents. But rather than the police, a group of guys her age walked past, and started pointing and jeering at her, with one getting his phone out to take a picture. Leah had never felt so humiliated in all her life. She was squatting in the road, weeing all over the place, and guys were looking at her. All of a sudden another guy appeared out of nowhere. “Oi, you, get going, nosey perverts!” this guy said, as he stood with his back to Leah to give her a shield. “I'll stand here until they've gone” he said. Leah was very grateful as she finished up, inspected her lacey knickers for damage (minimal) and pulled them back up, followed by her tights, and let her dress down. “Ok, thank you so much, I can't even- MARK!” she said to the guy. It was Mark who she'd met in the club earlier that night. Oh, she'd really done it this time. “Oh my god, oh my god, I've totally screwed up and embarrassed myself” said Leah who started wailing and sobbing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really had to go and I couldn't... just couldn't....”. Mark held her and let her cry. “Look, Leah, I didn't see it was you until you turned around. I just thought that those guys were wrong to be embarrassing you”. She was drunk and emotional, and totally embarrassed at the nice guy she'd met that night catching her when she was embarrassing herself. “Leah, don't worry” said Mark “I don't think any less of you. Everybody pees. It's human nature. Now, shall we get back to campus?”. Leah, Mark and Jess walked back to the main roadway, which was much easier for Leah with her empty bladder. Mark hailed a taxi and they rode home to campus. Although he tried to pay the fare, Leah was insistent that she should, after all he'd done for her. She noticed him being gentlemanly and trying to look away as she extracted the £20 note from her bra, although she felt that a peek down her top was the least he deserved. She thanked him profusely and as they hugged goodbye she kissed him on the lips. She really thought she'd found someone special. Turning around, Jess was very giggly and started teasing Leah about her new love interest, which caused Leah to flush bright red and go very quiet. The girls walked into their halls and up to the first floor, entering their flat. By now it was 2am, and they walked into the kitchen for a snack before bed. As they made some toast and gossiped about Mark, Aofie came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas, holding her dress which had a wet patch on the back. For the first time since Leah met her, Aofie was speechless. “I kinda had an accident” she said, but to Leah there was no kinda about it. “Those bloody buses! We've only been back ten minutes, it took so long, and I couldn't wait!”. She went off to her room and Natalie appeared and told them that Aofie had been quite drunk and had an accident where she sat on the bus, and they'd had to get off and walk home. “Did you find somewhere to go and get back alright?” asked Natalie. “Yeah” said Leah “it all turned out quite well in the end, actually...!”.
  12. I went out to the bar with some friends last night and played quite a few rounds of drinking games with beer. Light beer is not something I drink for the taste, but its great when you are trying to keep drinking for a while. After four years of college I can have quite a few without getting too drunk, which means I have to pee many times throughout the night. I do like to wet my pants and the bed even sometimes, but the cleanup usually dissuades me from doing so. Usually when I wet the bed it is just enough to feel wet and make things a bit more fun when I play with myself, but usually enough to not really make it to the mattress. Because of this I don't use anything more than a cloth mattress pad since the waterproof ones are loud and hot at night. After many beers and a few hours a the bar I decided to head home and stop drinking. I was still fully able to function, and decided to play some video games for a while. I figured I would be smart and drink plenty of water as not to wake up too hung over, and kind of lost count after a couple of tall glasses. After an hour or so of gaming I used the bathroom (again) and got into bed. When I was out in public I wasn't really thinking about having fun with my pee but now all curled up in bed I felt the urge to play a little. I tried to pee a little in bed, but I had just used the bathroom and it takes a while for my bladder to relax when I'm in bed. After a few minutes of trying my tiredness overcame me and I passed out. Around 5 AM I felt kind of cold, and realized my entire chest from my shoulders all the way down to me knees was soaked. As much as I like to wet the bed, the nervous rush over losing control and waking up fully wet was crazy. For a few minutes I rolled around and took full advantage of what had happened. Its such a great feeling to have a wet bed squish as you roll around. It was very easy to finish, and I quickly fell asleep again. When I woke up for real, it was almost as if it had never happened. In my sleep I had rolled over to the dry edge of the bed, and with my fan on the sheets appeared dry. Had this all been a dream? I pressed down on the other side of the bed and felt the wetness soak back up from the mattress pad. Shit, it was real. Thankfully I had had so much water that the pee had almost no smell, and cleanup went pretty quick. It was fun, but it still makes me nervous to think it could happen any time, especially somewhere besides my own bed. Though this is only the second or third time this has happened to me, it seems to only happen when I drink a lot of water before bed and fall asleep trying to pee 'just a little bit'. I guess I got that and then some!
  13. Hey :D Haven't been able to post much lately because I've been busy with TONS of stuff. Anyway, I'd just like to quickly share this. I was about.....15 at the time of this accident. I may have said it before, but my dad was terrible as I grew up. He would scream at me and he would sometimes hurt me. So basically, I had tons of homework to do this one night. I goofed around a lot, going in the kitchen and getting drinks a few times and by 10 I didn't have much done. And by then, I kinda had to pee, but I decided to stop screwing around and actually get stuff done. It's now 10:30. I've got a lot done, but I had a few more things to do. And my dad walks in. The click of the door made my heart skip a beat. Dad: *random cursing* YOU'RE GOING TO FINISH THAT AND STAY IN THIS ROOM UNTIL TOMORROW! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU TAKE A STEP OUT, AND IT'S OVER! Phew. That could have gone worse. Suddenly, I am reminded of the slight urge I had earlier. Obviously, it's now grown. I took a step before my brain played my dad's words back again. No. I am not even going to risk it. I can hold it....I think. 11:00. My hand is between my legs as I frantically finish the last part. Done. Finally. I put my stuff away, and freeze in the middle of my room, wondering what to do next. Okay, I go to bed, and go to the bathroom as soon as I wake up. I struggle to drift away, my full bladder throbbing. 1:30 AM. I wake up. I instantly feel a warmth in my crotch and jump out of bed. A small stream is running down my leg. I start hobbling towards the door, unable to stop leaking. My bladder is stretched long beyond it's limit. Maybe I can explain that I couldn't hold it...maybe he won't hear me.....But it was too late. My bladder let go, flooding pee down my legs and soaking my shorts (they were short pink pajama shorts). I leaned on my dresser, holding back sobs. The carpet below me (:/) was completely soaked. My bed was a bit wet. So, yes. I was absolutely soaked with pee, starting to cry, and had no choice but to crawl back in bed. So, yes, my dad did find out. But you don't want to hear about that.
  14. I wasn't going to do this at first, but as soon as my grandma fell asleep, well..why not? xD Alright, So i think I only used the bathroom twice today-er, yesterday. the last time i went was about 8:00 at night. I was spendng time with grams and was drinking those kool-aid packets you put in your water. at 10:00 was when I went into my room (her other room). I did feel a tinge, but not enough to say i was desp or really need to go to the restroom. at 11:45, i felt another tinge, where i did need to go to the restroom, but it was enough for me to ignore it and continue on playing my video game 12:30 was when i started to get desperate. not verty badly though. I didn't go to the bathroom not because i am in this mood now, but because i was most likely distracted..by my video game lol 1:30 I was desperate as hell! i mean, i was so desperate that anytime i moved, i felt my bladder ache a bit. 2:20 I'm still desperate, not letting go, and I am drinking one of those kool-aid packets, hmm, for some reason, they make me need to pee more.I guess i found my favorite drink for this kind of stuff. oh, anyways, I am grabbing my crotch with my hand, then I am crossing my legs...it's getting worse! >.< however..i haven't even leaked yet..which is odd. 2:23 got more kool-aid packets. drunk another bottle. 2:40 i am very desperate and still holding on, no leaks were made yet, however, i do feel my bladder bulging out O_o I am currently crossing my legs, doing crotch grabbage, and squirming to keep it all in. 2:46 A few leaks had made it into my panties, my panties are slightly damp at the moment. 2:54 my pee is dying to come out, but i won't let it...>_< I'm challenging myself to the fullest! 2:58 I am squirming now more than ever! I'm trying so hard to keep it in but I keep leaking into my panties >_< 3:07: I couldn't hold it any longer so I went to the bathroom, in the tub, tried to hold it there..and I ended up peeing myself, with the pee blooming onto my crotch as i sighed with relief. I peed for almost 2 minutues. and I also took some pics...no..I haven't got my new phone yet sadly -__- so the pics are in shit quality. But I will get it soon...the pictures will be in better quality ^^ (and no..i iddn't have on pants...was too lazy to put on any >_>)
  15. The Beast

    The Beast Along a rural dirt road, in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania walked a young boy of 9 named James. He was walking this 10 mile stretch of trail on an errand given to him by his mother. It should have gone fast, but his friend, whom he had not seen in a year, ran up to him at his destination in town. His friend had been traveling, and just wouldn't shut up about all the places he'd been. Before James knew it, the sun was setting. He ran off, leaving his friend confused, and did what he came to do in the first place. He then hurried back to the trail headed for home, hoping not to be too late. He looked to the west, and saw the sky on fire with the reds, and oranges of the setting sun. It was Autumn, and he knew it would be dark sooner than he thought. As he thought this, he realized something else, he needed to pee pretty badly. He was in such a rush in town that he didn't even notice he had to go at all. He thought of just going off the side of the trail, and then thought against it. He'd be home soon, he told himself. He could just hold it until then. He looked to the west again, and watched as the last light dipped below the horizon. The colors of sunset turned to darkness. He noticed the trail was a lot stranger at night. He liked a challenge though, and eagerly walked on. He then took in a big breath, and let it out in a sigh. He smelled the tree pollen, and dried grasses in the air. He also smelled something else under that. A rotted smell. Like a dead animal mixed with old moss, and mold. James felt nauseous, bent over, and gagged once. At the same time his bladder gave a painful spasm, reminding him of what it wanted, as if he could forget. It hurt a lot now, but he simply squeezed his legs together and tried to go on. "If this keeps up," he thought, "I'm going to have a decision to make." A little while later, about 15 minutes it felt to him, something strange happened. He saw a glowing woman appear out of nowhere in the woods near the trail. The shock of it made his bladder squeeze dangerously. Luckily James noticed and fought back the urge. She was wearing a white dress, and her face had a beckoning look to it. For a moment he seriously considered going to her, but then caught himself before he could do anything he would regret. Instead he pinched his arm hard, and when he looked back up she was gone. "I'm just really tired, and I hallucinated her." he told himself. But just behind that thought his mind said, "Or maybe these woods are haunted." He laughed out loud at this, but, unconsciously he started walking faster. The next thing to happen was a sound. It rose loud out of the woods and echoed all over. It froze him in his tracks, and made his heart race. His now aching bladder gave another squeeze, and a bolt of pain through his gut. James had to clamp a hand on his crotch to avoid leaking. Then he immediately relaxed, and let out a sigh of relief. It was only a loon. He forgot that they live in these woods. He'd heard them all the time, but out here in the darkness, they sounded more menacing than before. James casually told it to shut up. It took no notice of him, and kept calling out. His bladder had reached the point of distress. It was in the most pain he'd ever felt it before. Every step on the path sent waves of pain across his crotch, and up his belly. He wanted badly to just go off the trail like he thought of doing in the first place. But he was far too stubborn for that. He only tightened his legs more, and kept telling himself he'd be home any minute now. He couldn't even shut his eyes to focus more on stopping the urges. He knew that there were places where the path just dropped off 20 feet or more. He had to keep his eyes open for pitfalls. Just then, he saw a large hulking shadow move to his right in the woods, along with a low gravely, grunt. Pure, primitive terror instantly swept over him. His mouth went dry, his heartbeat sped up, and a chill ran down his spine. He then noticed warmth on his crotch, and knew what was happening. He tightened his muscles, and stopped the flow, but not before a large wet spot had appeared on the blue briefs he was wearing that day. His face went red with the combined embarrassment, and fear he felt. He could still feel it dripping down the insides of his legs, but nothing had soaked through yet, and he was glad of that much anyway. His mind then came back to the situation he was in right now. The only word he could think of was "monster". But he considered himself officially an older kid, and older kids don't believe in monsters. However, he had seen enough late night movies on TV to know it might be something else. He thought of some lunatic out there, with a knife, waiting for his next victim to pass by. That shadow didn't look human though. He wondered what it could be, nothing like that lived out in those woods. He decided to ignore it, seeing his swollen bladder of more concern at the moment. He forced his shaking legs to inch forward, and continued along the trail. Not long later, he noticed something else. It was a clicking sound. Like an impatient person drumming on a stone. But the nails sounded a lot bigger than any humans'. Along with that was a wheezing sound, like a grown man tired after a long run. As he was imagining this, the clicking stopped, and a large, dark, shadow came flying out of the woods at him. James noticed just in time, and ducked down, avoiding it by inches. The object passed over him, and thumped loudly against a nearby tree, falling to the earth. James could only stand in place paralyzed by fear. He then noticed he'd lost control of his bladder again. A hot stream was spraying full force into his pants, soaking through his underwear, and jeans. He flung a hand to his crotch and clamped down painfully hard. He again managed to stop it, but his hand came away wet. He looked down and saw a large wet spot had bloomed over the whole front of his pants. His wet briefs stuck to him uncomfortably now, but he really didn't care by this point. He went over to the object that had just missed him, and saw it was a big stone, about the size of his own head. He realized the thing had tried to kill him just now, and nearly succeeded too. James could then only stand motionless by his fear, and confusion at what to do next. His wet pants quickly turned cold in the night air, making him shiver badly. He thought it would be a funny story to tell if he got a cold like this. Wetting himself, while being chased by a monster. The creature was watching him only stand there, since James was taking so ling to make a move, the creature decided to make one first. James heard an echoing human-like howl as a large shadow charged at him from the woods. At the last second he snapped out of his paralysis, and spun sideways. He felt the wind as claws swiped the air where he had just been a second ago. He spun wildly, and slammed against a nearby tree huffing, and puffing. His eyes darted around wildly in search of his attacker. He looked at where he was, and saw a dark trail leading from there, to where he was now. "That;s my blood, that thing got me ans I'm bleeding from somewhere." he thought. Then he followed the trail to the legs of his pants. The he finally felt it, warm rivers soaking through his briefs, and gushing down his legs. Filling his shoes with warm liquid, and pooling under his feet. His face reddened again at his discovery for the true reason for the trail. The relief was wonderful, and heavenly. But he realized that more important things were going on right now. He once again fought for control, actually needing to get down on his knees, and clamp with both hand to stop it this time. When he finally won back control there were tears standing in his eyes form the effort. He felt that his bladder was still half full, surely enough to hold it back now. His mind snapped back to the situation he was in. His fight or flight response kicked on inside his brain. He chose flight. He ran off the trail, and dove into a ditch obscured by bushes. He laid down, and tried to keep as quiet as possible. He though he'd for surely evaded the monster, until he heard the wheezing sound again, getting closer, and closer. It sounded like it was smelling for him. He thought he would vomit from all the stress, and fear of tonight. He fought his food back down, and waited quietly. He miraculously heard the sound pass him. James crept out, and dashed the other way toward a field of tall grass. It was nearly to his neck as he stood, so he would only have to kneel down to hide here. He did, and then waited for any sign of the monster. After a long time it did. He heard the wheezing sniffing sound approaching again. "How does it keep finding me?" he thought quickly. Then he knew, looking down at his still dripping pants. "I've been dripping all over the place and leaving a scent trail." He thought. He shut his eyes as it got closer, with the anticipation of his own mutilation. Then again the sound passed him. He only had a few seconds to wonder why before a sound gave him the answer. He heard a small animal, a rabbit maybe, squealing in pain, and then stopping as he heard it's bones being crushed. He then heard it tearing the animal to pieces. "That's going to be me." he thought. "It's going to do that to me any minute." The absolute terror of this thought caused another spurt to escape his bladder re-dampening his briefs. James decided to sneak away before it finished. He slowly, and carefully crept to the edge of the field near the trail, and then broke out into a blind sprint. He ran for what seemed like eternity to him, until his lungs burned, and his legs ached. The night air whipped at his sweat clumped hair, and past his wet pants, chilling him to the bone. After a few grueling minutes like this he came to an abandoned barn. He'd passed it dozens of times on these errands, and he barely even noticed it at all. Now though, it looked like the greatest thing he'd ever seen in his life. He staggered on tired legs to the old door. He pushed the rusty hinged thing open and stepped inside. He winced at the smell of mold, and bat guano that greeted him. He found a stable that looked acceptably clean, and sat down. "I can stat here as long as I can, then I'll just sneak away later when the sun rises." he told himself. He leaned against the nearby wall, and drifted off almost immediately. It was a sound that woke him up. A scratching sound on the wood outside the barn. He felt his still full bladder squeeze in fright. He tightened his muscles and stopped the urge dead in it's tracks. It was the monster again, he knew it. It was scratching the outside, exploring, trying to find a way in. James thought that it couldn't be the monster. He almost believed it too, until he heard the same grunting he heard earlier. It only kept circling and scratching over and over. When it scratched behind the wall where James was he'd tremble in fear, with his eyes shut tight. He thought it must have bad eyesight if it couldn't see the door. Then he remembered. He didn't even lock the door after he got in. He called himself stupid in his head and kept saying that if he only locked the door, that thing would never find a way in, and eventually just give up and leave. But he was too frightened to get up and lock it now. He only sat there and listened to it circle. The combined stress, and fear got so bad that he thought he would vomit again. His bladder wasn't any help either. As the scratching continued, he had to constantly hold back the urges, and spasms it gave him.Once his control slipped a bit and he felt a warm trickle flow into his underwear. He now felt that he was fighting the inevitable. A losing battle. But he kept on trying for now. He kept thinking That he'd just hold it a bit longer, then go outside and let it rip. The image of the relief he saw in his mind made him happier, and uplifted him a bit. He then imagined a castle wall between his bladder, and the outside world, and that helped even more. He felt stronger because of it, and he used this new strength to prolong the war he was fighting with his bladder. The next sound stopped all his thoughts dead. The scratching had finally reached the door. It stopped as if the monster was pondering on what it had just found, then it started to ram the ancient door hard. "It wouldn't have made any difference if I locked the door," he thought, "It nearly fell apart when I touched it, it would never hold up to that." But it did hold a lot longer than he thought it would. It took a good 4 or 5 strikes to buckle it. Then the door burst open loudly. It had shattered to splinters, and they clattered all over the cement floor. The half still attached to the hinges slapped against the back wall with a bang. Hearing this James quickly covered himself with the hay in the stable, and got into the corner in an attempt to hide. He heard a clicking sound as it strolled on the floor. He then heard it moving hay around in a nearby stable. It then moved on to the next, and the next. "It's searching for me," he thought, "It'll find me for sure, I'll never see the sun rise tomorrow." This thought sent his heart once again racing, and his bladder throbbing in sync with it. He could still fight the urges back though, though he realized, not for much longer. He really hoped it would give up and leave. But it only continued it's search. James had counted 20 stables when he came in, and now he counted each one down, each one scaring him more than the last, each sending his bladder to new heights of agony. Eventually he resorted to clamping his crotch hard through his wet clothes with both his hands to try and stop what he knew was going to happen soon. He just kept chanting over and over in his head to wait a little longer. Finally it came to his stable, ant stopped at the entrance. James shut his eyes tight and didn't open then. It stood there seeming to know what was under that hay pile. Maybe it could still smell the scent of the new friend it had made that night. It started moving then. It took one step, then another, then another, slowly approaching where James hid. Each step it took sent waves of pain up his crotch, as it spread all over his body. It now felt like there was a 10lb. weight in his gut. It stopped a foot from him and waited. "I'm going to lose it," he thought, "I'm going to lose control, and when it smells it, that will be it's signal to attack me." He waited for it to strike. A full minute went by with nothing happening, then suddenly a claw came up and slashed the air in front of James, missing the tip of his nose by centimeters, instantly uncovering him, and sending hay all over the stable. A fresh scratch, opened by the claw began to bleed. James kept his eyes shut, and whimpered helplessly. not wanting to see this monster. It still only stood there looking at him. He wondered why it didn't attack. He could only sit there, cross-legged, and still clamping his crotch with both hands. He could smell it's breath. Cold, and rotten. He realized it was the same thing he smelled back in what seemed a thousand years ago at the beginning of all this. He turned his head away to avoid the stench as best he could. "It likes what it's doing to me," he thought, "It wanted a challenge in it's meal, it wanted me to run around tenderizing myself before the main course." Then he got the insane idea that he should look at it. He thought "maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it's just a cat, and I imagined the rest." He almost believed it, but his rational mind wouldn't listen, reminded him of the rock, and the sounds it made. This was no cat. However, the truth was, he really did want to see it, he was curious. This part proved more powerful than he thought and eventually won. It soon kept chanting "LOOK,LOOK,LOOK," in his head like some demented schoolyard dare. All his confusion, and stress pushed his bladder to the breaking point. Even though he was clamping with both hands as hard as he could, it constantly kept dripping moisture uncontrollably, and helplessly into his underwear. Drop by drop he was losing his war. Tears began to stream down his face. One hit his scratch and made it sting badly. Finally he decided he would look, for better or worse he would, and just get it over with. He slowly forced his eyes open. It was a grueling process. It seemed that his rational mind still had a lot of power over him. He managed to pry them into slits, and started turning to face his predator. He laid his eyes on the thing before him, and was instantly gripped in a total, and bottomless terror he'd never known before. His eyes snapped open, and he stared helplessly, he couldn't look away now even if he wanted to, and he did want to very badly. His bladder gave one last huge contraction, and then his castle fell to rubble. He felt liquid flooding his pants. It came with an uncontrollable force that he could hear. It hissed as it sprayed, instantly drenching his partially dry briefs, and jeans. He then felt it as it cascaded like a waterfall between his legs, and soaked the area under him. Lastly it collected in a large pool under him and spread warmth all around him. He noticed his still clamping hands become warm and wet as the flood passed them by. James didn't try and stop it this time. He just didn't care anymore. One part was the enormous relief he felt as it happened. Mostly it was the assurance he had that he'd be dead soon. He felt like he was staring death itself in the face, his own death to be exact. The monster sniffed at the air in it's wheezing breath, smelling the fresh, familiar scent wafting up from his soaked pants. James then came out of his shock enough to look the horrible thing over completely. It was covered in a thick, black fur. The back paws were very similar to a black bears feet, but the front "paws" were human-like, with long fingers covered in that black fur that covered the rest of it's body. Each "finger" was topped with an equally long claw. The looked agile, and deadly. It had them folded back though so it walked like a gorilla. The body itself was also like a black bear's It shifted a bit, and the fur looked like it was hanging off the muscle, like it was rotten between the layers. He then moved up seeing the fur and flesh tatter around the neck, beyond that point was only bone. There were only 2 visible vertebrae. On top of which was it's horrid skull. It looked creepily close to a humans'. The mouth was very large, and filled with sharp looking triangular teeth. Some had red stains on them, probably from a recent meal it had on the way to the barn. He could feel it's cold, rotted breath venting out from between the teeth. Boiling up from whatever decomposing thing was it's lungs. The nose was a bare hole. He could hear it as it breathed through it creating the wheezing sound he heard it making all night. A closer look in one of the nostril holes showed a tiny worm squirming in it. He felt sick and moved on. The worst was the eyes. They were great, abysmal, pits full of darkness. However, way in the back of those pits were emerald green pinpoints of light, they flickered like flames burning deep in what impossible thing was the creature's brain. He saw they shifted slightly, studying James in return. Suddenly he felt dizzy. A black curtain fell over his vision, and he fell to the floor, passed out cold. He awoke again about an hour later with a headache. He first thought it had all been a dream, then he felt the cold puddle surrounding him. He groaned in disgust, and got up. His legs were asleep though, and only dumped him backwards. He landed hard back in the puddle. It splattered liquid everywhere, and sent a shot of pain up his back. He also didn't like the way his pants squished when he landed. He could only sit there, helplessly soaking up his own puddle until feeling returned to his legs. When it finally did he slowly rose and straightened out. He felt the urine trickling down his legs as he started walking again. As he finally exited the barn he looked around warily, looking for any more creatures. Seeing none, he continued at last toward home. On his way he tried to think of the last time he'd wet himself so much, no comparison came to him though. He felt the way his soggy, cold briefs stuck to him, and thought he would get a rash if he didn't deal with it soon.He was cold, and tired, and he thought it would be a miracle if he didn't get sick from this. At the end of this thought he noticed it getting brighter. He looked to the east and saw the sun rising. Despite what he thought, he had survived somehow to see it again. A while later he saw something else he never thought he'd see again, his house. When he approached a shadow swept out the front door. He thought with panic that the monster had waited for him here. Then the shadow embraced him. It was his mother. She was relieved, not angry with him like he'd thought she'd be. He asked her why she was so worried. She said there were reports of mutilations in the woods last night. They said it was some kind of animal, there wasn't much left of the victims to identify them. The sudden confirmation of all he saw that night make his mostly empty bladder spasm anyway, He thought wildly that at least one part of him is warm now. She then asked her own, inevitable question about why he was all wet. He gave a lame excuse of how he fell into a ditch with a puddle at the bottom,(not a total lie). She accepted it anyway. If she'd been more calm at that moment she would notice the smell of urine on him. So that was how a young boy survived being chased by an impossible creature one night in the woods. The mutilation reports eventually stopped, and people forgot about it. For James it wasn't so easy. For 2 years after he would have regular nightmares of seeing the monster's face, then it would open wide, and James would fall into it. He always woke up from these dreams soaked, and cold. His mother was concerned about her son's recent bed-wetting, sensing that he saw more in those woods that night than he'd like to say. She considered night protection for James, but he said he didn't want any, eventually the dreams stopped, and he could sleep dry again. He wondered why it let him go. Maybe it had been challenged thoroughly enough to feel some respect for it's prey, maybe because James faced it directly by looking at it. It's still there in a way. Whenever he closes his eyes he still sees two emerald flames in the darkness.